Hello Friends! I am really excited to be starting a blog to write fanfiction for literally every genre that I am interested in. I noticed that some of the movies and series that I am into have no fanfiction about them , or at least good fanfiction. My goal is to try and fix that problem. Hopefully I can get a couple of people to read what I have to write. she/her
Summary: When a tutoring session with Mark turns into a moment of realization Celeste has to decide what she’s going to do with her new found abilities. She never wanted to be a hero, but in this world she doesn’t know if she has a choice.
A/N: This is the first chapter of a long form fic that I’ve been working on for a while now. I’m trying to get an AO3 account so I can post on there, but if you’ve been looking for Omni-Man fanfiction and having the same luck as me, look no further. I’m really excited for where I want this to go so stay tuned. - - Also the writing could be better in this first part, but I wanted to get it out before I get too much in my head about it. Enjoy!
Chapter 1:
Your Place in Time
Celeste was an awkward child. She was lanky, quiet, and seemed to know an unimaginable amount of history at a very young age. Most of the other kids thought she was a know-it-all or a teachers pet, but her mother taught her that she was… unique.
As a pre-teen she realized that her life was never normal nor was it ever going to be. Where most of her classmates had two parents she only had one. Linda Chavez, her mother, was a strange woman. She wore colorful clothes and believed in retrograding planets and star signs. She taught Celeste that life was a cycle with never ending challenges, but that time could heal all wounds. Celeste never believed her, after all her father left before she was born and time could do nothing to patch over that bloody gash.
When she finally hit puberty her unique-ness began to manifest itself in the form of flickering lights and strangely vivid dreams. But Linda was never scared of her child. Living in a world with superheroes and planet threatening villains it was almost obvious what was coming next, but Celeste refused to see it. She had no desire for powers or the international acclaim that came with being a hero, she just wanted to disappear.
She did her best to keep her budding powers a secret. She avoided after school activities and kept to herself most of the time. Any friends she had from before slowly got the hint and eventually Celeste was a complete loner, and loved it. There were no expectations and no secrets to be kept. She was free from it all, and she figured that if she pushed away the knowledge of her abilities they too would vanish in time. But with that comfort in public came constant nagging in private. Her mother couldn’t stop reminding her that she was meant to be a hero and only when Celeste broke down in front of her, begging her to stop, did she settle for the idea of more friends.
Now going into her senior year of high school Celeste and her mother made a deal. Celeste would stop shutting herself out from the world and Linda would stop mentioning her powers. But her mother didn’t need to pressure her anymore, the world would take care of that.
***
Celeste made her way down to her locker with a tightness in her chest. It wasn’t like her to forget things. She had left two books and almost every folder at home. It didn’t affect her much in class but it was getting very annoying.
She grabbed the lock and spun the dial, the code was already engraved in her muscle memory 22-36-17. Before the small metal door could fully open she was rummaging between the large textbooks.
“Fuck off.” she hissed, pulling every book out until the locker was empty. Her copy of Frankenstein was most certainly not among them. In one swift motion she grabbed all of the books off the floor and shoved them haphazardly back in their place.
“FUCK OFF.” she shouted this time, slamming the locker so hard the sound echoed through the halls.
“Are you okay?” a voice called out to her. She slowly turned her head toward the sound, trying hard not to grimace.
Mark and William looked back at her, now terrified of the usually quiet girl. She had forgotten how close their lockers were this year.
“Yeah, sorry. I just… forgot something.” Celeste replied
“What’s your next class?” Mark’s voice sounded smaller than she remembered.
“I don’t know. English, something like that.”
The air felt stiff as she stared back at the two boys, waiting for either of them to say another word. When neither of them did she slowly turned on her heels and began walking in the opposite direction.
“Have a good day.” Mark called out from behind her. She practically flinched at his words. She didn’t mean to be rude, but she didn’t mean to care either and Mark was doing anything but make her feel less guilty about it.
When she got to her class it was completely silent, almost every student was looking at the kid who came in late. She hated this school year already. Quickly she spotted two empty desks in the back of class. She scurried over to the seat and put her bag on the floor next to her. There wasn’t anything important inside of it anyway, why go through the extra embarrassment of unzipping it.
A few minutes passed before the classroom door opened again. Mark was a lot louder about his entrance than she was. He fumbled with the doorknob, tripped over his shoes, and loudly apologized for it within seconds. Celeste tried to look away from him but there was no point. The class was full, and the only place that he had to sit was the empty desk beside her. He was just as hesitant.
Mark sat down and began to loudly unzip his bag, causing the class to turn back toward them once more. Celeste put her head in her hands, trying hard to hide her cheeks which she could feel heating up.
“Do you have a pencil?” He whispered.
“No.” She replied, still looking at her palms.
“Hey, are you okay? I’m sorry about the locker thing.” he offered. Celeste could feel her skin getting hotter. Why couldn’t he just let it go, stop talking?
She took one hand away from her face, leaning on her other so she was turned completely toward Mark. “Yes I’m fine, just kinda stressed out.” She huffed.
“Oh okay.” he pushed himself back in his chair and lowered his head so she could hear him more clearly. “But you’re really smart. You shouldn’t stress about school, right?”
“Oh yeah, it’s that easy…” Celeste’s voice got a little louder.
“Miss Chavez, is there something you would like to share with the class?” The teacher shouted over to her.
Celeste shrank into her seat. “No, sorry.” she peeped.
Mark continued rummaging in his bag for a while before triumphantly pulling out a pencil. He opened his notebook and immediately started scribbling something on a blank page. He passed the notebook to Celeste and she read the message diligently.
Sorry for being stupid, sit together at lunch and I’ll be less dumb?
She couldn’t help the smile that began to grow on her lips. She rolled her eyes and quickly wrote ok before handing the notebook back to him.
Mark had always been nice to her. He was just one of those guys. The kind that girls kick other guys in the balls for. He was sweet and funny and she found herself wondering why she didn’t talk to him more. Sure she had already categorized high school as the worst time of her life, but that didn’t mean that it all had to be bad.
They walked together to Lunch from class, talking about the teacher, their other classes, and whatever else came to mind. By the time they got to the cafeteria Celeste was fully out of her terrible mood from earlier in the day. In fact, she almost completely forgot about the books and folders she had left at home.
“Oh.. hey,” William mumbled as they sat down with their meals.
“Don’t worry, we made up.” Mark teased, and the shorter boy immediately loosened up.
“Oh good, I thought you were coming over here for round two.” William motioned toward Celeste.
“What? That wasn’t even a round one,” she chuckled.
William took a bite from his sphere of mashed potatoes and while swallowing seemed to have a thought. He pointed his spork in Celeste’s direction, raising an eyebrow so that she knew he meant business.
“What do you do when you’re not here?” he motioned to the building surrounding them.
Celeste spit her orange juice back into its carton. “What do you mean?”
“Like for fun he means,” Mark chimed in as if he wanted to ask the same question.
“Yeah, what do you do for fun?”
Celeste was suddenly aware of the fact that she had been slouching for most of the conversation and she wondered if it would be more embarrassing to sit up right or keep her current position. She shifted in her seat a little, trying hard not to make eye contact with either of the boys beside her.
“ I don’t know… read, I guess,” She mumbled into her american-chop-suey.
“You’re so mysterious. I love that about you.” William smiled.
“What kinda stuff do you read?” Mark perked up.
“I don’t know, like, fiction, I guess. I like history a lot.” She shrugged.
“Do you ever read comic books?” Mark questioned.
Celeste couldn’t help the side eye she gave him. “Like superheroes?”
“Yeah, not all of them are like that, but yeah.”
“I don’t really like superheroes.” she shrugged.
“Not even the real ones? Like what about The Guardians of The Globe?” Both of the boys were staring at her now, waiting for some sort of redemption from their new friend.
“I mean, it just seems like a lot ya know? Very preformative,” she replied between bites.
“What? So George Washington is more interesting than Dark Wing?” Mark began to debate, but Celeste just laughed.
“No, that's not what I’m saying. I’m sure your little hyper fixation is very interesting. What I’m saying is that it’s easier for me to understand George Washington compared to a man who dresses in spandex in the late hours of the night,” she giggled.
“Well she has a point, you wouldn’t be able to understand George Washington if he was standing right in front of you.” William cut in.
“That’s not true, I know who George Washington is.” Mark shot back.
“Actually…” William started, the thought of a skeam already evident in his tone. “This is perfect! Celeste can help you in history and you can show her how cool comic books are!”
Celeste and Mark gave each other an awkward glance. “I feel like that’s not an even trade.” she mumbled.
“No it is. Trust me you’ll be a lot cooler after and Mark will be a lot smarter.” William couldn’t help but pry.
“I could use a tutor for U.S. History.” Mark shrugged.
Celeste thought about it for a second before giving a quick nod. “Okay, fine. But, I’m not gonna like comic books.” she agreed.
***
Later that afternoon Celeste made her way to Mark’s house. The street he lived on was nothing like her own. Each house was only slightly different, a suburb that reminded her of the sitcom reruns she used to watch on tv. Glowing with the lives of the happy families inside.
When she got to his door she hesitated. Maybe he didn’t really want her to come over. Maybe he had just said it in school with no real thought for the outside world. Maybe this was all a big joke. But before she could knock on the door, or walk away, it swung open.
An older man towered over her. He had a full head of thick dark hair with gray wings that seemed to graze his temples. She wondered if he was smiling under his magnificent mustache, if any part of him was endearing. His arms were crossed, sticking out against his already hulking chest.
“You must be Mark’s friend,” he spoke, finally melting into a more welcoming figure.
Celeste thought about it for a second. She wouldn’t consider Mark a friend, but now didn’t seem like the best time to clarify that point. She nodded hesitantly and the older man lifted one of his brows.
Neither of them spoke as he moved to the side, uncrossing his arms and motioning for her to come inside.
“Celeste, hey!” Mark smiled. She watched as he ran down the stairs, standing next to his father and trying hard to seem like his equal.
“Hi Mark.”
“Oh, this is my dad. Dad, this is Celeste, she was gonna help me study.” Mark explained.
“That’s a beautiful name,” his father smiled. Celeste lowered her head, trying to hide her heated cheeks.
“Thank you, Mr. Grayson,” She replied.
“Please, Nolan is just fine.”
Celeste tried to look back up at him, but when she lifted her head and saw his blue eyes taking her in, she immediately turned away.
“Okay Dad, we’re gonna go upstairs,” Mark mumbled.
Nolan nodded, not taking his eyes off of her as the pair made their way up the stairs.
When they got up to his room Mark immediately closed the door. “Sorry about him, my mom would’ve been way worse,” he teased.
Celeste took a seat on his bed. “It’s okay, you wouldn’t even believe my mom.” she chuckled.
She watched as Mark sat down at his desk, a history text book already opened beside him. “Should we start with The Civil War?” he questioned.
“Yeah, if we were sophomores,” she started. “How about The Vietnam War?”
Mark flipped through his textbook. “Okay, yeah. Vietnam it is,” he smiled, and the pair got to work.
Half an hour later Celeste watched as Mark pulled out yet another one of his action figures. He had given up on studying fairly quickly, and there seemed to be nothing she could say to pull him back into reality. He held up a wizard with a dog’s head and handed it to her.
“This is Seance Dog. He’s kinda corny, but I’ve liked him since I was a kid,” he started to defend himself, but Celeste shook her head.
“No, I like him. This one's cool,” She smirked.
Mark lit up. “Well if you think he’s cool,” he began, turning toward his bookshelf. “You’d definitely like his comics.”
Before he could hand her the thin comic book Celeste felt a sharp pain in the center of her skull. She tried to ignore it, but it was impossible. Her brain began to throb, and without thought she placed two fingers on either temple.
When Mark finally faced her again he was taken back by the scowl on her face. He dropped the comic before kneeling down in front of her. “Hey, is everything alright?” he frowned.
Celeste tried to shake her head, but was quickly stopped by the excess pressure that it caused.
“No. I just… it’s my head,” she tried to explain.
Mark nodded. “Okay, do you want medicine? I think we have some.”
Celeste thought about it for a moment. A part of her knew what was happening. She understood that this pain was unlike any that she had felt before, that it signaled the beginning of something she had dreaded for most of her life. But she didn’t want to believe it. She agreed to take the medicine, silently hoping that it would prove her wrong.
Mark rushed out of the room, determined to help, and leaving her alone. She tried to remain calm, taking deep breaths as she waited for him to come back, but it was pointless. The lights around her began to flicker, overtaken with the energy that she was inheriting. This was it. She was getting her powers and in Mark’s house of all places. Her head was pounding and she needed to leave.
Quickly she collected her belongings, crumpling papers and books as she shoved everything back into her bag. When she left his room she made no attempt at finding him. She could hear him shuffling around in the medicine cabinet as she ran down the stairs, ignoring the rattling of her mind with every step.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs she was met with a brute force. It felt like a brick wall, and as she stepped back, her head began to spin. All around her she could see Nolan. He was in front of her, asking what was wrong. Beside her cooking dinner. Above her, flying to Spain for a meal. And most prominently, he was dressed as Omni-man, flying into the city and fighting crime.
Before she could make sense of what was going on, his many forms combined into the one that stood in front of her, confused and a little concerned. She had seen all of his possible futures and there was no denying who he was. Omni-Man was Mark’s father, and he still wanted to know what was wrong.
Celeste blinked up at him, unable to form any words. The longer she stared the more annoyed he became, crossing his arms and glaring down at her. There was a hint of recognition in his eyes, as if he knew what was happening, and a part of her wanted to ask him for help. But the fear took over and she blurted out an apology before excusing herself and rushing out the door.
Summary: You are being interviewed for the tell all story on Daisy Jones and The Six, but all you can seem to talk about is Warren. This is the events of your story with him and how it all panned out. This is the first part to what I am expecting to make a three part series.
Y/N: Living in Pittsburgh wasn’t at all interesting. I used to go to a catholic school, all girls. It was the worst. Being closed in like that only made me want to do all the things I wasn’t supposed to. My parents practically locked me in my room back then. They would find me somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be and I’d be grounded for months.
Warren: But she never stopped going out. She was everywhere. We’d go for a gig at some random bar in town and there she was in the front row cheering louder than anyone.
Y/N: When I met Warren the Dunne Brothers were barely what they would become. It was more of a hobby, but I liked saying I knew a guy in a band. My parents hated that I hung out with him. Of course they thought we were screwing and that really got under their skin. It wasn’t true… but I never denied it.
Eddie: I didn’t like her very much back then. I mean, for all I knew she was a total tease. I saw the way she acted with Warren, but they would never do anything. After a while you start to wonder what the hell is going on. But I didn’t know her like he did.
Graham: She was sleeping with some guy from the corporate offices downtown. He was married with kids and he was promising some sort of life for the two of them on the side. I remember when she told me that. I just felt so bad. She really believed him and Warren really liked her. It was just a mess.
Y/N: Yeah, I don’t know, he was nice to me. His name isn’t important but yes he was married. I was 17 and he was somewhere in his 30s. It wasn’t right and I knew that then, but I felt validated by him. He was the only adult in my life who treated me like an adult in every way. I do want to be clear though, it was not my job as a teenager to make sure this man stood true to his vows. I didn’t care about any of that. I just wanted to be loved.
Warren: I loved her, even back then. But I knew it didn’t matter. She genuinely thought that’s what she deserved and there was nothing I could do about it. She was just my friend and I decided to wait it out.
Y/N: I always liked Warren. He was following his dreams and I wanted to be just like him. But I didn’t have any dreams back then. I couldn’t see a future for myself that I enjoyed. I was living for everyone else back then and I didn’t see that ever stopping.
Billy: We met Rod and we knew we were going to California, all of us except Chuck. It wasn’t really a question, in my head at least. Warren was a little torn up about leaving her behind, but there was nothing we could do. She wasn’t coming, and honestly I just thought she was trouble all around.
Y/N: He said that? [laughs]. I wasn’t trouble to anyone but myself. Billy always looked at me like he could see right into my soul. When I’d see him around town it was always that same look. He was disgusted, and I wanted to shove it right in his face. Sometimes I’d imagine myself just walking up to him and saying Hey asshole, you know I’m not blind right? How about you mind your own business and I’ll do the same. But I knew better than to say that to him. Everyone in Pittsburgh had Billy Dunne’s dick in their mouth and I, surprisingly, seemed to be the only one who didn’t.
Warren: I wasn’t gonna ask her to come with us. I’d mentioned it in conversation a few times, just telling her that we were thinking about leaving, but she never seemed interested so I never asked.
Y/N: He didn’t have to ask me. Things were going down hill with my… partner at the time. His wife had caught on to his sneaky behavior and I could tell he was trying to figure out a way to leave me without causing a big scene. Between that and my parents getting increasingly less cool, I started to seriously consider my options. Warren told me when they were leaving and I didn’t say anything. I was still thinking it over, wondering if there was a chance with the older guy and hoping that somehow my relationship with my parents would miraculously fix itself in the three days that I had before the van left for California.
Of course none of that happened, and in those three days I realized that it never would.
The van was leaving on a Saturday morning. I had graduated high school by then and there was nothing holding me back in Pittsburgh. I stood up all night that Friday, packing my belongings into a tiny pink suitcase and thinking about whether or not I was making the right choice. By the time my bag was fully packed, the sun had barely started to rise. I sat down on my bed, my room looking nothing like the one I had spent my life in. And as I sat there waiting for the morning to come I realized how far away Pittsburgh felt to me already. There was no good reason for me to stay, but I sat there and fought myself to find one. I closed my eyes tight and searched my mind for a good memory, a good feeling attached to my home. The only thing I could come up with was Warren and his music, the band. And when I opened my eyes again I realized how stupid I would be not to go with them. So I grabbed my bag and ran out of my house.
Warren: I was sitting in the driver’s seat, just about to take off for our roadtrip to California and then I saw her running down the street. She had this big pink suitcase that she was trying so hard to carry. I almost thought she was gonna fall over, I just couldn’t stop laughing. I guess I got out of the car at some point, everyone started yelling at me wondering what I was doing. They hadn’t seen her yet. I remember running up to her and just holding her so tight in my arms. I could hear her laughing in my ear, a genuine cackle that warmed my heart. She held me just as tight, her fingers locked in my hair.
Eddie: We were all wondering what the hold up was. At some point I got out of the van and I just saw Warren hugging her and I knew she was coming with us. Well that and the suitcase. I rolled my eyes and got back in the van to spread the news.
Graham: I was happy she was coming with us. Billy was bringing Camila and I thought having a single girl with us could be cool. But Warren made it clear she was off limits.
Camila: She got in the van all giggly like a school girl. Eddie was sitting in the passenger seat and she just opened up the door and handed him her suitcase. He didn’t move at first but when he looked around and realized nobody else was moving either he grabbed her bag and made his way to the trunk. While he put her bags in the back with everyone else’s she sat down in the passenger seat beside Warren and closed the door. By the time Eddie got back around she was buckled in and carrying a conversation. He didn’t even try to get his seat back, he just came and joined the rest of us.
Y/N: I talked to Warren almost the whole way to California. When he got tired I would move to the back of the van with him while Eddie drove. I sat there hanging on to every word he spoke. He was a lot funnier than I ever realized.
When we got to the house in Laurel Canyon I was shocked at how beautiful it was. A little worn down, sure, but it felt like home with everyone else there. I had my own room, no one else wanted it because they thought it was haunted. It didn't matter very much to me, I was barely in it.
Warren: We started spending a lot of time together. When we’d go out together she would come with us. Most times we’d end up at some jukejoint and I swear she’d queue songs on purpose, somehow always ending up pulling me in for a dance. She would turn her back toward me and wrap her arm around the back of my neck. She’d pull all of her hair over one shoulder and I would just watch as she grinded against me.
Eddie: At this point I was getting pissed. She had been stringing him along since we left Pittsburgh and every night they would go their separate ways. She would go into her room and he would go into his. I started to tell him to just give it a rest. He had never tried anything with her and at this point I figured he had just plain struck out. I told him to accept the fact that they were always just gonna be friends and move on with his life.
Y/N: It wasn’t that I didn’t like Warren, because I did. But I didn’t want to fuck him up. I had a lot of… baggage back then and I couldn’t bring him down with me. He was my best friend and I figured we could get a little close without it meaning anything serious.
Billy: I don’t know why, but when she got in the van that day I didn’t imagine her staying in California with us. I didn’t take her seriously. But when I realized she was planning on living with us I had to have a conversation with her.
Y/N: He told me, “If you’re going to keep stowing away with us you have to start contributing.” I think I laughed when he said that, then I realized he was being serious. I asked him what he expected me to do and he said, “I don’t know, learn how to wait tables I guess.” and then he left.
Eddie: She became a waitress and bought a guitar with her first check. We all laughed about it.
Billy: She thought it was that easy. Just buy a guitar and all of a sudden you’re a rock star. No one said anything about it because it was obviously just to spite me. I told her to get a job and she said fine, I’ll do your job better. I wanted to see her try.
Y/N: I didn’t buy the guitar because of Billy, and I hated that it took him telling me to pull my weight for me to be able to afford one. Like I said before, I didn’t know I wanted to make music when we were in Pittsburgh. I had been in a few musicals and things like that, but I was worried about so much else.
In California I didn’t have to worry. I had the time to think about what would make me happiest in life and I started to write down lyrics here and there. I didn’t have a full song when I bought the guitar but I didn’t want to have to imagine the melody anymore. I would watch Graham and Billy play during rehearsals and try to pick up some chords from there. By the end of the month I could play very simple versions of a few of their songs, and from there I started making my own.
Warren: We would stay up late in her room and I would just watch her strum away, learning faster than I’ve ever seen anyone pick up anything. She wouldn’t play me her songs though. I’d watch her scribble away in her journal and before I could even ask about it, the book would be hidden once more.
Y/N: I never trusted anyone as much as I trusted Warren. We would stay up all hours of the night getting high on whatever we could get our hands on. Most times we would just split a few joints and sit there laughing in each other's arms.
I remember one night we were on mescaline and I was just staring at him. He was so beautiful to me and though it wasn’t the first time I noticed, it was the first time I was able to take it all in. He looked back at me and I swear he was going to cry. I put a cigarette to my mouth and he pulled a lighter out of his pocket.
“I am really happy you came with us.” He whispered to me as he put the flame to the end of my cigarette.
“I don’t know, sometimes I feel like I just made it harder for you guys.” I replied.
“You didn’t, you made it easier, at least for me.” He was being honest.
Warren: Yeah, I remember that night. She was only wearing a bikini even though we hadn’t gone out to the beach that day. She kept saying she was hot, and I mean hey, I wasn’t gonna tell her to put clothes on. She sat there next to me, smoking her cigarette and I just took her in. I couldn’t remember feeling that way about anyone I had ever met before.
At some point she took her cigarette and put it up to my lips. Without thinking I leaned forward and took a drag. My lips touched her fingers and we just sat there for a moment. When I leaned back, her eyes were glued on to me.
“I’m cold now.” She sighed. And then she got up, her long legs untangling effortlessly. She walked the few steps over to me and just sat right on my lap. I was shocked at first, a little confused. But it felt… right. So I put my arm around her and held her there.
Y/N: I don’t know why I insisted on torturing him. I knew how he felt about me. Camila would always be the one to tell me to stop messing with him, and it just made me want to be with him more. I was tired of everybody telling us what we could and couldn’t be. I didn’t think Warren had a problem with it.
When I sat on his lap that night I knew nothing was going to happen, because he respected me. I had never known a man to do that and I liked how it felt not having to worry about being used. I sat in his arms for hours, just listening to his heart beating. He put his hand on my thigh at some point and I thought I was in heaven. Well it was probably that and the drugs.
Warren: When she got up I felt like I was incomplete. She had been on top of me for so long, I forgot we were two seperate people. I watched as she stood there, expecting her to leave me alone like she had done so many times before. But to my surprise she didn’t move.
“Do you want to come back to my room?” She asked, and I couldn’t help but feel nervous. I had never slept in her room before, and she had never slept in mine. But I said yes.
Y/N: I grabbed his hand and helped him to his feet. We were both coming down and I knew I had to get to bed before I was fully off the drugs. I held his hand loosely in mine as we walked down the dusty hall’s of our house. When we got to my room he hesitated at the door.
“Is it actually haunted in here?” he questioned.
I scoffed quietly before pulling him further inside.
Warren: I sat down on her bed and turned away while she put on a night gown that barely covered anything. I wanted to ask her what we were doing but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth.
She lingered onto the queen sized mattress, the length of her just barely reaching the edge. I layed next to her and just let her watch me.
And then she said it. “Can you sleep in here tonight?”
I turned toward her, I didn’t know if she was joking or not. But when I saw her eyes, sincere and full of sleep, I knew she was asking because she needed me to say yes. She needed someone to hold just for the night. So I nodded and we got under the covers. I still had my jeans on but I didn’t care.
Y/N: I slept very well next to him that night. And when I woke up late that afternoon he was still holding me. When I started to move I realized he must’ve been awake before me. I can’t imagine for how long.
I turned to face him completely and we both just smiled. I asked him how he slept and he made a joke about my bed being way more comfortable than his. I laughed and grabbed the top of his arm. I made my way down to his hand and held it for a second.
“Thank you, Warren.” I told him.
He said. “Don’t mention it,” and got out of my bed.
Warren: I didn’t know what happened. I couldn’t tell if it was the drugs or if she was just messing with me. I was happy it happened and that I could be there for her, but I thought it better I leave.
Y/N: I didn’t mention it after that and neither did he, but it was clear that everyone else in the house knew we had slept in the same bed. Like always they were making it into some big deal and I was so tired of them all forcing us into a box.
That afternoon Graham convinced Billy to call Karen on a pay-phone at lunch. We all huddled around the phone and listened as he blubbered to the British woman. Eventually, Billy took the phone and convinced her to join the band.
When she showed up the next day to move into the house we realized she had no place to sleep. Eddie suggested that I move into Warren’s room and I laughed but nobody else did.
“Why would I move into Warren’s room?” I shouted.
“Well, you guys had sex so I just assumed…” Eddie started. I walked right up to him and shoved him as hard as I could. I could feel my face heating up.
“Do you guys all think we had sex?” I yelled. No one said anything.
I wasn’t planning on saying anything, but what Eddie said got me so mad I couldn’t stop. “Warren and I are friends,” I said. “And we can do whatever we want without all of you questioning us all the time. We didn’t fuck but if we did it would be none of your fucking business.”
Warren: She stomped away and slammed her bedroom door behind her. They all looked at me and I just smiled and shrugged. She was a complicated person but I understood why she was upset.
Eddie: She didn’t have to push me. Maybe I shouldn’t have said what I said but I thought it was true. [laughs] I guess that doesn’t make it any better.
Karen: While she was in the room they all began to try and deal with the situation. I remember laughing to myself about the mess of it all. I mean, she was acting like a child.
Billy: Just as we were starting to figure out how to rearrange everyone she came out of her room with that pink suitcase and looked right past all of us to Warren. He smiled and quickly made his way over to her. Eddie scoffed and we all just kinda looked around, like none of us had actually expected her to do it.
I think that’s when I realized how completely wrong I was about her. I had been imagining her as the same naive kid in Pittsburgh but it just wasn’t true anymore.
Warren: We went to my room and she threw her suitcase on the bed. I watched as she opened it and started angrily going through drawers to see where her things would fit.
“I can’t believe Eddie would say that,” she started grunting.
I felt bad, I didn’t want her to think that’s what I told him. But when I opened my mouth to tell her she just said, “I know.”
Y/N: That night was different. Warren only had one bed in his room and it was smaller than mine. We both barely fit because of how far apart we insisted on being.
And then I had a thought. Why was I ignoring his feelings? There was no real reason we couldn’t be together and I was the one making it harder than it had to be. My heart started to beat so fast, I thought he could hear it.
I turned toward him and he was already facing me. his dimples were showing even with his small little smirk. I didn’t say a word, just leaned right in and pressed my lips against his.
Warren: I wasn’t expecting her to kiss me, but when she did I melted. I don’t know, I think there’s something really special about waiting for someone, watching them grow and knowing they’ll be ready for you someday. Of course I didn’t know it was gonna be that day, but who really knows with her?
Y/N: I got on top of him and started kissing every inch of skin that I could find. I had been holding myself back from him for so long, I just needed to feel him.
Warren: She was loud that night. I remember thinking there was no way we were going to be able to live it down. It wasn’t late enough for anyone else to be asleep, and if it was we would’ve woken them up.
Graham: The next morning she came out of that room… lighter. We were all snickering about what we had heard and she just sat with all of us and watched for a minute.
And then she said, “Now we’re fucking, so I hope you’re all happy.”
Summary: You live in California close to the Naval Air Station Miramar. You frequent the bar where the pilots drink and often make friends with them. It’s nothing to run home about until you have a one-night stand with one Brandley “Rooster” Bradshaw. This wouldn’t usually mean much, but since you had been friends with all of his “coworkers” things could get a little awkward
Word Count: 1927
Warnings: implied sexual activity, smooching, nudity, casual flirting. Also not my gif.
A/N: I want to make this into a three-part series so stay tuned. pt. 2 will be a lot more smutty
You sat beside Hangman and Phoenix listening to them bicker with their beers in hand. You on the other hand were on your third margarita. You took another sip as Phoenix finally turned toward you.
“You’re a civilian, do you think that Navy guys get more girls?” She questioned, clearly trying to prove Hangman wrong.
“It’s personal preference but I don’t prefer them.” You answered playfully.
Hangman looked over at you as if you had said something preposterous. He put down his beer, hard, and leaned over Phoenix to get closer to you. “You don’t prefer them?” he shouted.
“No, I don’t.” You began to smile, unable to take yourself seriously. It was true, you were lying. Navy guys especially aviators make you feel as though you had been shot through the heart with one of their missiles. They were always fit and somehow made their arrogant attitude so attractive. The worst part about your lie was that Hangman had hard evidence that would immediately disprove your claim.
The previous weekend you had all been in the bar and you had been a little tipsy. In front of most of the aviators, you danced on him, a little less than innocently, and even sat on his lap when he was playing the piano. This wouldn’t be that big of an issue if you didn’t sleep with him later that night. It wasn’t sneaky, you were sure Hangman had seen the two of you leave together but still, you decided to lie.
“You guys are too cocky, what girl would be into that.” You continued.
Hangman was completely baffled. He knew what he saw and he could vividly remember the way you looked at him and his friends the first night you met. “You’re really going to sit in front of me and say you don’t prefer aviators?” he asked.
You didn’t waste a second. “I thought we were talking about the Navy, not the Airforce.” It was your favorite to pretend you had no clue what your new group of friends did for a living.
Phoenix couldn’t help the burst of laughter that came out of her as Hangman sat back in his chair. You gave the woman next to you a quick wink, before taking another sip of your drink.
Hangman sat silently for a moment as if he were trying to come up with something to say that could put you in your place without completely exposing something he didn’t know to be fully true. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it as his eyes trailed somewhere behind you, a slick grin appearing on his lips.
Your smile immediately faded as you turned to see what he was looking at. Your heart dropped. Rooster was walking into the bar with his Hawaiin shirt fully unbuttoned, showing his white t-shirt that stretched perfectly over his chest. For a moment you can’t take your eyes off of him, flashing back to the half-drunk sex the two of you had, but you quickly pulled your eyes away when Hangman’s voice began to ring in your ears.
“Roos, come over here and help me prove a point.” He shouted.
Rooster made his way to your table and looked toward Hangman with complete disinterest. When he stopped walking his stomach was inches away from your face. You looked away, physically restraining the smile that so badly wanted to expose how happy you were to smell his cologne.
“She says she’s not into Navy guys.” Hangman interrupted your gawking, motioning in your direction.
Rooster took a step back so that he was able to get a better look at you. You watched as his eyes took their time analyzing every available inch of you. His gaze was practically palpable. He could tell you had a few drinks in you and yet somehow you seemed extremely calculated. You gave him a quick glance through your lashes before turning back toward Phoenix and Hangman.
“She likes what she likes.” Rooster shrugged and you couldn’t help the smile that his words provoked.
“See, it’s not that crazy of a concept,” you shouted over to Hangman. “You guys are too cocky anyway.”
This made Rooster perk up. “That works on some women,” he said, raising his brow.
“Well, not me.”
You wanted to burst out into laughter. It had been fun pretending you weren’t attracted to the men around you, but it was becoming harder to keep yourself from making some sort of suggestive joke about the man across from you. He was reading you like a book and though it seemed like only you could tell, you were sure someone would catch on eventually.
The four of you sat and debated for a while longer before Hangman finally gave up and challenged Pheonix to a game of pool. She agreed, leaving you and Rooster alone at the table.
“I guess I really did get lucky.” He immediately began to joke.
You looked over at him, your eyelids feeling heavy as you scanned his features. “Oh, you have no idea.” You said in a clearly exaggerated tone.
Rooster let out a small chuckle before scanning the room to make sure no one important was within earshot. “About the other night, I had fun but I don’t want to give you false hope.” he began.
Without fully realizing it you rolled your eyes. Of course, he would assume you were looking for something serious. “Listen, Bradley, I’m a grown woman. I know what happened was a one-time thing, you don’t have to worry about me.” You replied.
You could see the tension leave his shoulders as he let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t often that two people so quickly understood one another and he appreciated that about you. The first night you two met you were dancing on tables and singing loud enough to be heard outside of the bar. You weren’t always so outgoing but with a couple of drinks in you, there was no telling what you would do. From the moment you laid eyes on each other, you both knew what was to be expected of the night. It took him two drinks to approach you and four more to ask you if you wanted to go somewhere more private. It was fun and a much-needed release for both of you.
Now, as the two of you sat drinking and laughing you realized there was something different about him. Sure he had that same arrogance that seemed to come with all aviators, but he also had an unidentifiable charm about him. He was attractive, there was no doubt about that, but he was also adorable and filled with a light you hadn’t seen before. As you both continued to drink you found it harder to keep all of this information to yourself.
Eventually, the group you had arrived with was completely gone. Both you and Rooster looked around the bar only to realize the entire bar was empty besides the two of you. A string of giggles filled the air as you paid off your tab and followed Rooster toward the beach.
Holding your shoes in your hand you stumbled haphazardly on the sand. You felt an arm wrap around your waist and looked up to see Rooster saying something about keeping you on your feet. He was completely unaware that it wasn’t the alcohol making your knees weak, it was him.
You had lived near the base most of your adult life and never had you met someone like him. He was somewhat old-fashioned, but you liked that about him. You liked the way he made you feel safe without suffocation and how nonchalantly he could hold you in his arms. You didn’t want anything serious, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t want him back in your bed.
“I have an idea.” You said, taking a step away from him and turning toward the water.
Your sudden excitement caught him off guard but he was curious to hear what you had to say. “What?” He asked.
“We should go skinny dipping.”
Rooster immediately began to shake his head, but you were already taking off your pants.
“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” He frowned.
“Oh come on. It’s late no one’s gonna come out here.” You smiled while continuing to strip.
“Exactly, what if you drown or something?”
“Then you’ll save me. Don’t be such a pussy.” And with that, you were completely naked and running into the water.
Rooster stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. “Don’t be such a pussy Roos.” he egged himself on.
Soon you were both in the ocean. You had swam to a point where the water met your hips, using your forearms to cover your chest. “It’s a little colder than I expected.” Rooster smiled awkwardly, finally catching up to you.
You looked down where the water met his waist, shamelessly examining his v-line. Without saying a word you submerged yourself underwater. You didn’t open your eyes but you could tell he was shifting in the water. When you reemerged you were closer to him than you originally thought. The cold water had sobered you up a little and you felt bad for invading his space. You pushed your hair out of your face and could immediately tell he had taken a peek at your bare chest.
“You know, I think we could be really good friends.” You grinned, letting your arms rest on your sides. You could tell that his face was turning red from the glare of moonlight.
“I thought we already were.” He replied.
You took another step toward him. “I think we could be closer.”
Rooster looked down at you, you’re pupils completely blown. At that moment he knew there was no going back. The two of you had crossed a line and he was willing to figure out what was waiting on the other side. He reached out to brush a piece of wet hair off of your shoulder, leaving his hand so that his thumb was grazing your neck.
“I don’t know if you’re ready for that.” He smirked, finally matching your mood.
You wasted no time before wrapping your arms around him and connecting your lips to his. Rooster pulled you in closer by the waist, making sure that you could feel him on you. Your kisses were sloppy but somehow completely gratifying. You felt his hand trail down your back, sending shivers down your spine. He grabbed your ass and lifted you into the air.
You let out a soft moan before screeching as both you and Rooster fell into the water. When you emerged out of the water you were hysterically laughing as he tried to catch his breath. “You almost just killed me!” He shouted.
You couldn’t even answer you were laughing so hard, but you immediately stopped as you felt water splash onto your face. You turned your head to see Rooster with a massive grin on his face. You splashed him back and before long you were both a laughing wet mess.
You went to push him but he grabbed onto your wrists, bringing you closer to him. “I think you’re giving me a lot of false hope right now.” you teased.
“And I thought I wasn’t your type.” He replied, moving his thumb over your bottom lip. You took in a deep breath as he pulled you in again.
Summary: You and Steve work next to each other and visit one another often. You love to banter with him but you don't know whether or not you could actually see yourself with him. That question will be answered sooner than you think.
Word Count: 2444
A/N: This is a pretty fluffy fic. There's some light smooching but it's pretty clean compared to some of my other stuff lol.
You waited at the cash register as a few patrons roamed around the record store. It had been a long and boring shift and you couldn’t wait to get home. That was until a worker from the video store next door made his way inside. Steve Harrington had been visiting you almost every day since you had begun working at the record store. He wasn’t very sneaky with his endeavors but it was charming. You had even begun to pop into the video store on your breaks and you couldn’t lie, it was fun.
“Hey, you get any new cassette’s?” He shouted over to you.
“I don’t know why don’t you look.” You teased.
Steve couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face. “You know you could try being a little nicer to such a loyal customer.” He replied.
“Oh, a loyal customer are you?”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply, but I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” He smiled while sifting through the cassettes.
You checked out a couple of customers before Steve made his way to the register. “How’s it been so far?”
“Eh, pretty dead so far, how about you guys?” you questioned.
“Yeah, it’s not even my break right now so I made time to come see my favorite neighbor.” He said, causing a small chuckle to escape your lips.
“Okay smooth guy, why don’t you go try that on your Hawkins High girls.” You shot back.
Steve put his hand to his heart and pretend you had physically injured him. “Wow, that actually hurt.”
“Well, sometimes the truth does hurt.” You smirked.
Though you and Steve did have a very back-and-forth relationship you were worried you had taken it too far this time. He had been going on dates with almost every girl in Hawkins since Nancy broke up with him. Maybe it was too soon to joke about it but you couldn’t help it.
“Hey, I’m just trying to find Mrs. Right, don’t be jealous.” he attempted to defend himself.
“Jealous? That’s probably the funniest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” You replied.
“Oh come on admit it, you wish you were on my hit list.”
Both of you froze and looked at each other. Steve realized what he said and you tried hard not to laugh before calling him out on his phrasing.
“Your hit list Harrington? What the actual fuck.” You laughed.
“I didn’t mean to say it like that, you know what I meant.”
“No. you know I don’t think I do. Why don’t you just explain.” You continued, leaning on the counter and staring up at him with a big smile on your face.
He stood quiet for a moment and tried to think of anything he could say to justify his terminology. “Yeah there’s no way I can fix this can I?” he smirked.
“Nope, I don’t think there is.” You replied.
You looked down for a moment, trying to come up with something to do besides stare directly into Steve’s eyes. When you lifted your head Steve was smiling over at you.
“What?” You questioned, unable to stop the smile that crept onto your lips.
“Nothing, I just can’t believe you think my lines only work on girls still in high school.” He said, a little too seriously.
“Oh my god Harrington, you are actually unbearable.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning away from him and toward the records behind you. To your surprise, Steve wasn’t giving up. He walked around the counter and stood across from you.
“Come on, we should go out sometime, I’m serious.” He continued.
You smiled and patiently waited for him to stop blubbering. “Listen, Steve, we’re better as friends. No offense but I don’t particularly want to be on your hit list.”
He seemed genuinely upset for a moment before quickly switching his demeanor. “You thought about it.” He forced out a small chuckle.
“Sure I did.” You smiled.
“I probably should get back to work, but I’ll talk to you later, okay?” He said, motioning toward the door as he backed away from the register.
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” You gave him a pitiful smile before returning to your job.
The night continued on slowly after that. You couldn’t help but wonder if Steve was being as serious as he seemed. It’s not that you didn’t like him, or that you didn’t imagine what it would be like to share a bed with him, but you couldn’t let yourself get into it. You knew how many girls Steve had been on dates with. Robin had told you how he was hoping to find the one, and you were certain that girl was not going to be you.
Suddenly you were dragged out of your thoughts by the main landline of the store ringing. You walked over to the phone and took it off the hook, immediately resighting the store's mandated pick-up line.
“Hey honey, I won’t be able to pick you up from work today, They put me on an extra shift so you’ll have to find another ride home.” Your mother said on the other line.
“Okay, I’ll probably just walk.” You replied, picking at your nails as she continued to speak.
“You shouldn’t walk, it’s not safe at night.” She suggested.
“I’ll be fine.” You tried to convince her, but she was not having it.
“No, get a ride home.” she insisted.
You sighed and agreed before hanging up the phone. Though she wouldn’t know whether or not you actually walked home you knew she only had your best interest at heart and that she was definitely right about it not being safe at night.
You walked out of the record store and locked the front door for closing. The video store was still open and looking through the window you could see Steve and Robin at the register.
“Hey guys,” you said as you opened the door, trying hard not to be awkward.
Steve looked up at you as if he were trying to figure out the words he wanted to say. Robin immediately perked up, moving in front of him to block the awkward eye contact. “Hey, what’s up?” She questioned.
“Nothing much I just closed up next door and my mom can’t pick me up so I need a ride.” You replied.
Robin froze, knowing that the question was for Steve. She moved over allowing you to see that he had not stopped looking in your direction.
Steve looked back and forth between you and Robin. “I need to bring Robin home-” He began but he was unable to finish as Robin but in.
“But I’m sure you can make two stops.” She added.
You continued to look at Steve who was still seeming extremely awkward. “Is that okay with you?”
“I mean, yeah that’s totally fine.” He replied with a strange smile.
When the video store finally closed you walked out and into the parking lot, allowing Robin to sit in the passenger seat beside Steve. You listened to them bicker and couldn’t help but laugh along as Robin kept making fun of your mutual friend.
Eventually, she was dropped off and you took her place in the front seat.
“You too are cute.” You teased.
“Nah, me and Robin are just friends.” He replied earnestly.
“Oh, so you are capable of having female friends.”
“Come on, am I really that bad?” He sighed.
“I’m just kidding Steve, just take a left up here.” You continued to give him directions until finally, you made it to your house.
You could tell that Steve was looking at the driveway, noticing that you were home alone. “What are you doing for the rest of the night?” You questioned.
“Probably going home.” He answered smugly.
“Do you want to come inside, I have some leftovers from the other night we could eat.” You suggested.
Steve thought about your offer for a moment. He wanted to respect that you just wanted to be his friend but you were the one who was inviting him inside. After some careful calculation, he shrugged his shoulders and turned off his car. “Yeah, sure.”
You got out of his car a lead the way into your house. As you unlocked the door and walked inside you realized that Steve had never been into your house. As he closed your front door he looked around your house and tried hard not to seem too interested in the place you lived.
“I have some spaghetti if you want.” You shouted from the kitchen.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” He replied. You took the bowl from the refrigerator and put it inside the microwave. You watched as Steve made his way over.
“So do you just live with your mom?” He asked, genuinely curious about your life.
You took a seat on the kitchen table, taking in a deep breath. “Do you really care?”
Steve rolled his eyes, clearly not finding your comment amusing this time. “You really think that low of me?” He sighed.
You smiled, not allowing his frown to get to you. “No, I don’t. It’s just hard to think of you actually wanting to know anything about a girl.”
“I was in a relationship for a while. You do know that right?” He said, moving so that he was leaning on the table next to you.
“Yeah I know that, but I know you too.” You smiled down at him.
“How. How do you know me because I visit you at work sometimes?” He was getting defensive again, but you kept calm.
“I’ve heard some things.” You chuckled.
“You listen to everything we hear?” He smirked moving a little bit closer to you so that his elbow was touching your thigh.
You looked down at his arm then back up at his eyes. His hair was swooped loosely over his face and you wanted so badly to brush it out of the way. You wanted to do so much with Steve, but before you could move the microwave beeped, pulling you back into reality.
You hopped off of the table and grabbed the bowl, giving it to Steve and walking up the stairs to your bedroom. He followed close behind you, eating his spaghetti as he walked.
When you got into your room Steve seemed mesmerized. Looking around he noticed the large music and movie posters that completely covered your walls. Then he looked over to your bed which has been almost the exact same since you were a child, which was easily evident by the teddy bear perfectly placed between your pillows.
“Oh god, is this yours?” He laughed, placing the bowl of spaghetti on your vanity and hopping onto your bed. You watched as he grabbed your teddy bear and shook it around.
“Ugh, yes it’s mine.” You said, quickly going over to the opposite side of your bed and snatching the bear out of his hands.
“It’s cute.” He teased.
You sat down on your bed and watched as Steve leaned onto your pillow and stared up at you with child-like glee. “Haha, very funny.” You said sarcastically, pushing his shoulder lightly.
“No I’m serious, it’s cute,” he repeated, this time with no sort of sarcasm in his voice.
The two of you looked at each other for a while, comfortable in your silence. Once you felt as though you were falling too deeply into his gaze you force yourself to look away. “You're the worst.” You scoffed playfully.
When you looked back at Steve he was still staring up at you.
“Why don’t you like me.” He genuinely asked.
You weren’t able to ignore him this time. He was being serious and there was no other way to interpret it. You straightened yourself out and held your teddy bear a little closer.
“I do like you.” You replied sheepishly. “It’s just, you go on a lot of dates with a lot of different girls, and who’s to say you won’t just blow right past me and move on to the next.”
From looking at his face you could tell you had made a point he wasn’t able to completely deny. “I know that’s kinda weird but your different and I’m not just saying that. I talk to you almost every day, I’ve never done that with any of those girls.” He tried to convince you.
You smiled sadly at him, knowing he was being honest.
“I don’t just wanna be your friend. I really like you.” He continued.
You sucked your teeth. It was hard not to believe him. You looked away for a moment, thinking over your options. Turning back toward him you realized Steve had sat up and was now inches from your face. You watched as he looked down at your lips and back into your eyes, giving you a moment to deny what you both knew he was about to do but you didn’t move.
You let Steve’s lips touch yours and slowly closed your eyes as you placed a hand on his shoulder. He started softly, letting your top lip sit peacefully between both of his. When he realized you weren’t going to stop him he began to move. Inching closer to you as your lips moved together in unison.
Eventually, he attempted to slip his tongue into your mouth which finally made you realize what you were doing. You pulled away from him and quickly he began to apologize.
“I’m sorry, you said you just wanted to be friends, that was really stupid of me.” He frowned.
“No, no, no, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked you to come in. I don’t know what I was expecting.” You replied, pacing around the opposite side of your room.
You both walked around frantically before Steve spoke again. “Do you want me to leave?” He asked.
You looked up at him while biting your thumbnail. There were two opposing notions running through your brain. You wanted so badly for him to stay but every part of your brain was screaming to let him walk out the door. But you couldn’t.
You couldn’t help the grin that crept onto your lips. “No.” you finally answered.
Steve smiled back at you as you both began to walk toward your bed. Meeting in the middle, both on your knees you began to kiss again. This time more patiently as Steve let his hands go down to your waist.
As he took your shirt off and you did the same to him, you felt no regrets about your decision. Maybe Steve wasn’t the guy you thought he was.
Summary: You are the only female member of team Cerberus which puts a lot of pressure on you to do the best you can. With your friends Billy and Frank as the leaders of each task force, you don’t get as much shit as you would’ve thought, but it’s fun to stir the pot. As you try and make your time in Afghanistan a little less devastating, you notice something between you and Frank you hadn’t considered before.
A/N: Frank is not married in this story. Not my gif
Warnings: unprotected sex, male/female violence (non-domestic), kind of public sex??
Word Count: 3447
As the only female member of operation Cerberus, the weight on your shoulders is almost palpable. Some days it was torture, being surrounded only by men. Each one dripping with testosterone and an urge to see their wives again, or anything that could satisfy their needs. Though you considered your unit family, you were always on your guard. Watching your back for the moment one of them couldn’t handle it anymore. But deep down you knew nothing would happen to you while Billy and Frank were around. Those men looked up to them, and they were your best friends.
Of course that came with its own challenges. Members of your unit claimed that you were treated better because of your connection with the two squad leaders, but you knew that was far from the truth. Ever since boot camp, those two were beating your ass harder than anyone. They knew what you’d have to go through and they didn’t hold back on getting you prepared. And it paid off, landing you in special forces along their side.
Now you love taking orders from them. Going into a secret mission feeling unstoppable as long as they're by your side. It wasn’t only the missions you enjoyed. It was the time between the mission. The endless hours between the killing were filled with some of the best laughs of your life. Sometimes you’d watch Frank play his guitar while Billy thought of his next move against you in chess, but the thing you loved the most was reading. You’d taken the same book with you on all of your tours and you’d read it more than you’d like to admit.
Frank used to make fun of you for that. He’d take the book out of your hands and try his hardest to make you lose the page, but you never did. He’d stare down as you nonchalantly turned to the correct page and continue reading without a second thought.
“That can’t be entertaining for you.” He’d chuckle.
“It’s actually the most entertaining thing I’ve done since I stepped foot in these desserts. Best way to get me outta here.” You’d reply, but it was never a joke to you.
The book you read was set in a world you would much rather be in. You’d read many other novels but the one you brought with you overseas was your favorite. It was your dream, old Hollywood, glamorous dresses and lavish parties. If you could do it all over again, if you could choose a life other than the one you got, it would be in that book. It took a while for Frank to understand that, but when he did he never forgot it. He was a good friend that way. He paid attention to you when you spoke and remembered the important things. Billy wasn’t like that.
Billy was a real hard ass. He pushed you to your limits and then encouraged you to go a little further. He never went easy on you and part of you genuinely appreciated that, but sometimes he really got on your nerves. Like when the two of you would play chess and he would leave you with nothing but your king just to show you how much better he was at the game. He’s kicked you down just to prove that he could. You respected Billy but he made it hard to love him. When you all arrived in Kandahar he was willing to be as dirty as he needed. Frank followed close behind and you did what your friends asked of you. Without them, by your side, you don’t how long you’d be able to make it with Agent Orange and the Colonel.
Today was no different than all the rest. You did your reps while Frank and Billy bickered over a board of scrabble.
“That’s not a word.” Frank shouted.
“Yes, it is,” Billy replied before spelling it out letter by letter and saying the full word loud enough for the whole unit to hear.
Frank immediately turned toward you. “Is this a word?” he asked.
You finished your last pull-up and made your way over to the two men. Taking a quick glance at the board and following Billy’s finger, you scanned the wooden blocks. The word Billy had formed wasn’t a common one but it was in the dictionary.
“Sorry Frank, it’s a word.” You couldn’t help but smile at the look of betrayal on the large man's face. Though you would love more than anything to prove Billy wrong, he rarely was.
Clicking your tongue with a slight shrug you turned toward your bed, taking a seat so that you could easily rummage through your nightstand. As you fumbled past old letters and notebooks you finally felt the familiar softness of a worn-out book. Pulling it through the pile you glanced at the cover, admiring the art deco style for the seemingly millionth time.
“You ever gonna trade that in?” You heard Billy say from his side of the scrabble board.
“I don’t think I will.”
“The covers hanging on by a thread, you could at least get a better copy,” His voice was dripping with arrogance. You looked up at Frank who quickly understood your call for backup.
“We all brought somethin’ from home, Bill. No need to shit on hers.” He grumbled.
“I’m just sayin’, it can’t be that good of a book,” Billy said. You watched as he stood up and made his way toward you.
With nothing but muscle memory guiding you, you pulled the book close to your chest. “I’d let you borrow it, but I don’t feel like listening to you sound out the words.” you teased earning a chuckle from Frank. But Billy didn’t find it very funny. He continued in your direction until he was only about a foot away.
“Let me see it.” He demanded.
You tried to force out a laugh but it came out as more of a struggled sigh. Billy kept his serious glare, continuously glancing between you and the book.
“Come on.” Frank tried to stop his friend but it was no use. Billy had decided that you were going to give him that book.
You took in a deep breath before loosening your grip on the frail object. Billy lunged forward, snatching it out of your hands, and you let him take it. Both you and Frank watched as he flipped carelessly through the pages. When he was finished pretending to read the back cover he threw the book behind him. You sprung up and positioned yourself inches away from Billy’s smug face.
“What’s your problem?” You huffed. From the corner of your eye, you could see Frank stand up, prepared to separate the two of you.
“See, this is more like it.” Billy immediately perked up. “You always got your nose in that book. I missed this spark!”
Your anger was replaced with confusion as you listened to him speak. “What do you gain from that?” You replied with a grimace.
Billy’s smile only grew. “A sparring partner.” He said.
You looked back at Frank who shrugged, letting you know it was completely your call. With that, you felt yourself getting a little excited. It had been a while since you saw any real action and with Billy so willing you couldn’t help the rush of adrenaline that suddenly came to you. Without a second thought, you began pulling your hair back. Billy couldn’t contain his excitement. The two of you were perfect for one another. You didn’t care that he was technically your commanding officer and he didn’t care that you were a woman. Neither of you was going to hold back and it was going to be some good entertainment for the rest of the unit.
You both got into a fighting stance, fists up and heads low. Billy let you land the first blow, lightly punching his side. The two of you danced around one another like trained boxers before he pushed you back with a fist to your shoulder. You took a step back to maintain balance. Billy lunged forward hoping to hit your face but you ducked before he could make contact. Swooping below his fist you landed two consecutive punches to his stomach. You watched as he doubled over, causing the other men to cheer. The sound only fueled Billy. He recovered quickly, giving you no time to think before hitting you square in the jaw.
You felt your body follow as your head swung to the right. It was no question that you were bleeding but when you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand you were greeted with more blood than expected. This encouraged you. A small smirk crept onto your lips as you flicked the blood off of your hand.
“That’s all you got pretty boy?” You couldn’t help but antagonize him. Frank tried not to laugh at your remark but it was a failed attempt.
Billy ran toward you. You both locked each other's heads in the other's hands as if you were playing tug of war with your skulls. He pulled you forward, practically throwing you across the base. You landed on your feet, immediately charging him once you got your footing. When you reached him you aimed for his diaphragm, plunging your shoulder into him until all of his oxygen was ripped out. Within seconds, you were on top of him bashing your fists into his face.
The other men looked to Frank, wondering whether or not to separate the two of you, but he waved their worries away. He knew you both needed to get this out.
Finally, Billy got his wind back as he began palming your face in an attempt to get you off of him. With one hand working to get his off of you and the other still attempting to do some damage, you weren’t able to realize how stable Billy had become. He scratched your face a little before grabbing both of your shoulders and tossing you to the side. The two of you took in a couple of breaths before Billy spoke.
“You done?”
“Oh, you wish.” You replied.
Billy chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear.”
When the two of you stood up you got right back to work. He was bleeding now too and somehow the two of you had become bulls, you saw red and you were charging. You through each other into every object on the base. The rest of your unit watched in shock as you held your own against their leader. They moved out of the way and let you two duke it out. Frank was the only one who realized how serious the match had become and he cursed at himself for brushing it off only moments ago. The other men cheered wildly at the scene before them, and for a split second, it seemed as though you were in a fight to the death. Like you were out there with one of the terrorists your team dealt with so often.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Colonel Schoonover shouted. His voice was loud enough to stop you and Billy in your tracks.
“We’re sparing sir,” Billy replied breathlessly.
“Bullshit. I just walked into a cock fight. We’re supposed to be fighting the enemy not each other.”
Though Colonel Schoonover was a pain in your ass you couldn’t deny the accuracy in his words. You kept your head down and nodded at his words.
“Castle, clean up your girl, and Russo I didn’t put you in charge for this.” The Colonel said before leaving everyone to their business.
Frank quickly made his way over to you. Helping you over to a secluded area of the base, you watched as he picked up a first aid kit and began to sift through the materials. You had never known Frank to deal with injuries in the unit but he was quick to find the correct materials and begin cleaning you up. You felt him start on your lip, grabbing your chin in one hand and lightly touching your lip with a clean cloth.
“He got you good.” He teased.
You let a laughing breath escape from your nostrils. “Yeah, maybe I shoulda known better.”
“Nah, you got some good licks in,” he replied.
Though you were hurting you couldn’t help but mimic Frank’s calm demeanor. He kept a steady smirk as he made his way to your brow with a new cloth. His touch was gentle and under his hands, you knew you were safe. He moved your hair out of your face and for and kept it on the back of your head for a long moment.
“You really are a piece of work ya know.” He smiled.
“Yeah, that’s probably why they shipped me out here with you two.” You said. Frank always loved your sense of humor and even while he was cleaning you up he laughed at every word you said.
By the time he was finished the two of you had been making jokes for what felt like hours. You felt as though you could see a light in Frank, a side of him that wasn’t always prominent in the desert.
When the two of you got back to the main area of the base it was quiet. The men around you pretended not to analyze your condition as Billy approached you and Frank.
“How you feelin?” Billy questioned, patting you on the back.
“Better than you I bet.” You replied.
Both men laughed but they could tell you weren’t doing so good. Your head was pounding and when you got to your bed you practically fell onto it.
“I bet.” Billy chuckled sympathetically.
You rolled your eyes at his comment before taking off your shoes and getting under your covers. Though it was still a little early you decided that some rest would be a good idea. It was easy to fall asleep knowing the rest of the unit would be up for a while longer.
When you woke up again it was dark outside. You assumed the rest of the unit was asleep but as you turned over to Frank’s bed you realized he was awake, just staring at the ceiling. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you analyzed his profile. You always loved the harshness of his nose and how it suited him so well, and how soft his lips seemed to be. You found yourself wondering how they would feel beneath your fingertips or on top of your own.
Suddenly Frank turned toward you. It was too late for you to pretend you hadn’t been staring and it didn’t seem to matter. You both smiled as your cheeks became warm with embarrassment.
“Can’t sleep?” You whispered.
Frank turned on his shoulder so that he was completely facing you. “I usually don’t,” he smirked.
“Do any of us?” You teased, but looking around you realized how dumb your comment may have sounded. “I guess we do.” You chuckled.
Frank smiled. “How are you feeling?”
“My headache’s gone but I’ll probably be up for the rest of the night so, I’d say I’ve never been better.” Your sarcasm was something he had grown used to.
“We could do something if you want.” He suggested.
You immediately shook away your intrusive thoughts, finding it hard to keep your eyes on his. “I wouldn’t want to wake up the guys, they already have it out for me.” you tried to joke, but Frank had already made up his mind. You watched as he opened up his covers, motioning for you to join him in his bed.
You couldn’t help the look of disbelief that washed over your face. You hadn’t imagined Frank this way before but somehow it seemed right. You looked around making sure the unit was actually asleep.
Frank let out a breathy laugh as he motioned you over once again. “Come on, we’ll be quiet.” He teased.
You felt your cheeks get warm again as you got out of your bed and made your way to his. The springs seemed like sirens as your weight settled next to him.
“This is better.” Frank’s voice was low. “I couldn’t see you too good from all the way over there.”
“It’s a few extra feet Castle.” You replied, trying to get comfortable without touching his body.
“Well, it’s dark.” He shot back.
“I coming on to me.” The smile that came to your face was wider than you expected.
Frank looked away from you for a moment, laughing quietly at your comment. Suddenly you felt your body stiffen as his hand met your waist. “And what if I was,” he whispered.
You were shocked. It had been too long since you’d felt someone touch you and your heart was pounding. “Is this technically considered abuse of power?” You smiled.
“Are you into that?” He teased.
It felt good to banter with him. You wanted him, that much was evident. You couldn’t deny the growing wetness between your thighs or the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. He had just barely touched you and you were already imagining everything else the two of you could do together.
You were quiet for a moment allowing him to move his hand down to your hip and trace light circles with his thumb. Hesitantly you raised your own hand to his head, lightly brushing over his buzzed hair. “It’s been a while since I’ve done anything.” You tried to warn him, but he didn’t seem to care.
“You think I have?” He laughed.
You shook your head before moving your hand down to touch his nose, running your finger down the bridge before lightly cupping his cheek. You stared down at his lips, wondering again if they felt as soft as they looked. It didn’t take long for Frank to connect your lips.
You let out a small moan as he pulled you closer to him. He was already hard against you and it made you weak. Frank moved down to your neck as you began to stroke him through his cargo pants.
It was pure bliss being so close to him. Every move the two of you made was like a dance, rhythmic and sweet. He grinded against you until neither of you could take it anymore. Like a silent agreement between your minds, you both took off your pants. Frank’s cock sprung forward and for a moment you didn’t know if he would be able to fit.
Using the covers to protect the two of you from being seen you slowly straddled over him. A light his filled the silence of the night as you lowered yourself onto his cock. He streched you perfectly, pushing against your walls and hitting you right in your sweet spot once he was all the way in.
It was up to you now, to make him feel just as good. With the slight bending of your knees you bounced over him with his hands on your hips guiding you. He gripped your ass, letting out stiff grunts to try and stay as quiet as possible.
You let your hands roam around his chest, trailing down to his abs and taking your time moving over each ripple. Taking in his full length once again you met his lips, breathing heavily between each kiss. Neither of you were able to contain your moans as Frank began to twitch inside of you.
“I-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” Frank repeated. You couldn’t help but smile as his face began to contort.
“I’m close, just give me a second.” You panted. He nodded, trying hard to hold himself back.
Continuing to grind on top of him you could feel yourself unwinding. Every muscle tensing as you began your inevitable release. You held your moans deep in your throat, trying your hardest not to wake anyone else. You threw your head back letting out a shaking breath before looking back down at Frank.
Noticing how close he was you quickly got off of him, allowing ropes of cum to splash between your thighs. You rolled over, taking your original place beside him as the two of you breathed heavily.
“You’re a little too good at that for someone who supposed to be out of practice.” He teased.
“Yeah well I forgot how messy it could be.” You replied, looking down at your thighs.
Frank smiled before putting his hand on your cheek and giving you a quick peck. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I'm probably going to be posting a Frank Castle fic by the end of today or early tomorrow. I just wanted to know if there was any other character or fandom that you guys want me to write for.
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Summary: You give Matt a surprise visit at the Nelson&Murdock Lawfirm and he can't control himself at the thought of being with you again.
Warnings: Smut (18+ minors dni), fingering, and unprotected sex
Word Count: 2471
Matt sat in his office with a diligent tilt in his brows. He had been working on collecting some evidence for the same case for about 72 hours now, and the constant chatter from Foggy and Karen was not helping. He tried to zone in on his brail files but it was no use. The smell of Chinese food had entered his senses and the idea of finally eating something besides saltine crackers and lukewarm coffee made his stomach growl. He put down the files and listened happily as Foggy shouted over to him.
“Foods here.”
Matt was at the small table they used for group lunch breaks in a matter of seconds. He smiled wider as the smell of General Xao’s chicken filled his nostrils.
“How’s the investigation going?” Karen teased, adding a mocking tone to make it obvious that she thought Matt was overworking himself.
“You think it’s funny, but trust me on this one. I could flip this case upside down.” He replied, only half serious.
Foggy waved his hand wildly in the air, between Matt and Karen as the three of them sat down with their meals. “No business during our lunch break.” His voice was muffled by the spring roll he had already shoved in his mouth.
Matt and Karen laughed before digging into their rice and lo mein. The table was quiet for a while as the group ate their meals, but the silence didn’t last long as Foggy began to talk about an indie rock band whose music he had recently stumbled across online. He told his friends about the strange lyrics they wrote, but how he somehow enjoyed the music. This story made Karen laugh loudly, making Matt smile softly while chewing his food. Their breaks usually went like this, but today something felt slightly different to Matt.
He could smell something familiar in the air. A mixture of sea salt and a familiar skin. He practically choked on a piece of chicken when he heard your footsteps. A familiar rhythm pacing toward the office. It couldn’t be you, there was absolutely no way you were in Hell’s Kitchen, He thought to himself.
But you were in Hell’s Kitchen, and you were on your way to visit the famous Nelson&Murdock Lawfirm to see your two closest friends from college. It had been a while since you saw Foggy and Matt. After graduating from Columbia you moved to California searching for more high-profile clientele. You were able to make small trips to New York for the first couple of years but eventually, you and your old friends were too busy to make cross country visits for anything other than business. Luckily one of your clients was involved in a case in the city and wouldn’t accept anyone but you as their lawyer, giving you the perfect excuse to finally visit Matt.
You walked through the front doors of the office and watched as everyone’s heads turned in your direction. Matt could hear the tight fabric of your skirt rubbing against your skin.
“I’m looking for Nelson and Murdock.” you teased.
Foggy practically jumped out of his chair. “What are you doing here.” He smiled before giving you a tight hug.
“I was in the area.” You said very nonchalantly.
The sound of your voice sent shivers down Matt’s spine. It had been far too long since he heard you so clearly. He didn’t enjoy the version of your voice that often sounded glitched and broken up over his cell phone. He missed hearing you take in a breath between stretched-out sentences and the melody that always seemed to accompany your tone. Now you were in front of him and he could actually sense you nearby. Your smell and the sound of your fluttering heart deep within your chest.
Slowly, Matt stood up from his chair and made his way up to you.
“You look great,” he said with a smirk.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the humor you had once enjoyed so much. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his arms met your waist and suddenly your feet were off the ground. He spun you in a small circle causing both of you to giggle like children.
“They were really good friends in college.” Foggy whispered to Karen, who seemed extremely confused.
When Matt finally put you down you were both out of breath from the laughing and spinning. “This is Karen, she works with me and Foggy.” He said between breaths.
You finally looked over at Karen who almost seemed disgusted at the open display of affection. “It’s nice to meet you, Karen, I’m sorry for the interruption this is the only place I knew I could find them.”
Karen nodded politely before putting her hand out to be shaken. “It’s nice to meet you too.” She mumbled. You quickly took her hand in yours and shook it warmly.
Matt could tell the smile on your face was now being forced in place by a series of muscles. He could hear your heart pick up speed and the clenching of your jaw. You were jealous of Karen, or at the least angry with her presence. It made him snicker to himself.
As time went on and introductions passed Foggy took Karen back to the break room, allowing you and Matt to sneak over to his office for a private conversation. You watched as the blind man closed his door behind the two of you.
“This is unexpected,” he said with that smirk you found far too hard to forget.
“I like surprises, plus I haven’t heard from you in a while. I needed to make sure you didn’t forget about me.” You replied.
You were both sitting now, Matt behind his desk and you on the other side, staring down the man you once thought you couldn’t live a day without.
“How could I forget about you?” He questioned, almost sounding genuine.
You rolled your eyes before getting out of your seat and walking a few steps toward the office window, which faced directly toward the break room. “I should’ve known you had a thing for blondes.” you grimaced.
Matt couldn’t help but laugh at your blatant jealousy. “It’s not like that between us.” He tried to reassure you.
“Oh really? Because I bet she’s asking Foggy what he thinks we’re talking about right now.” You said, instantly coming up with a mischievous plan.
“That doesn’t matter-” Matt started, but he immediately cut himself off when he heard you close the blinds to his office. “Why did you do that?” He sighed.
“I gave her something to talk about.” You snickered devilishly.
“You’ve always been a trouble maker.” He leaned back in his chair and listened as you made your way to his side of the desk and leaned patiently on the wooden fixture across from him.
“I missed you.” You practically whispered. Matt used to love it when you made your voice sound like that. That tone was always accompanied by a growing wetness between your thighs, and he wondered if there was any difference between then and now.
“Did you really?” he replied smugly before placing a hand on your knee.
You let your eyes travel down to Matt’s crotch, immediately noticing the growing bulge underneath his trousers. Without hesitation you placed your hand over his, pulling it further and further between your legs until it was lost under your skirt.
Matt felt himself completely harden as his thumb brushed over the damp fabric of your underwear. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” He sounded breathless.
“Okay,” you said plainly before taking your hand away from his, but Matt didn’t move. He could feel the eager smile that planted itself on your lips as he tried hard to stop himself from bending you over the table.
“You’re terrible.” He said hungrily.
You lightly grabbed his tie, pulling him up so that the two of you stood face to face. You felt his thumb begin to trace light circles around your folds as you looked down at his lips.
“I know,” you replied in the whisper he enjoyed so deeply.
Matt’s reaction was visceral. He pressed his lips against yours, forcing you onto your back as he pushed your skirt up to your waist. You couldn’t help but smile as he placed his right hand lightly over your throat and let his left hand pull your panties down to your ankles. Slowly he separated your lips and whispered lowly into your ear.
“Open your mouth.”
You did as you were told and let out a soft moan as he slipped two of his fingers into your mouth. You covered them in your saliva and sucked them lightly as if they were his cock. He let out a few shuddered breaths before taking his fingers completely out of your mouth and bringing them down to your soaking wet folds.
Slowly he slid his fingers into you and listened as you let out a quiet moan. As he picked up speed and tightened his grip around your neck the moans became louder, until he was sure that if he continued on, Foggy would be unable to come up with more excuses for the two of you. He took his hand off of your throat and placed it firmly over your mouth. This turned you on even more and suddenly he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
You forced yourself to sit up, noticing the absence of his digits and trying to figure out what he had done. It didn’t take long for you to get the hint as he unzipped his pants to reveal his, already glistening, cock. Your mouth immediately began to water as you imagined your lips wrapped around him.
“Get on your back.” He demanded, and you did so willingly. That wasn’t even the correct term for it. You were beyond willing, excited even, to have Matt inside of you again. Off the record, it was the reason you came back to New York. Your time in California had made one thing painfully clear, nobody could fuck you like Matt Murdock.
You felt his tip travel up and down your lips before he smoothly fit his entire member inside of you. You took in a quick gasp arching your back and nearly forcing your head off the other end of the desk. When you straightened yourself out you could now see Matt on top of you. His tie dangling over you as he let you adjust to his size.
“You have to be quiet, okay?” His voice was painfully low and it took everything inside of you not to cum that very second.
You managed to give him a quick nod before pulling him down to your level and giving him a sloppy kiss. He gladly reciprocated, letting his tongue roll over yours as your lips smacked together. Suddenly you couldn’t bring yourself to keep up the kissing, as Matt started to thrust himself into you, causing ripples of pleasure to pulse throughout your body. You wanted to scream out his name but the thought of being interrupted stopped you from producing anything but a whimper.
You dug your nails so deep into his white dress shirt you were afraid it would rip under your fingers. Matt let himself groan softly into the crook of your neck as he continued filling every inch of your insides. You loved the feeling of him and it was clear to you now that Matt had missed it as much as you.
Suddenly you came up with another devious plan. You decided to push your luck and see how far you could make Matt go before you both reached your release. “You got soft while I was gone?” You asked, trying hard to stay composed.
Matt was too caught up in the feeling of you to fully register what you meant. You watched as he lifted his head so that it was directly above yours. “What?” he questioned, his brain fogged with lust and his senses completely overstimulated.
“You used to fuck me harder.” You replied with an absolutely devilish grin.
Matt immediately knew what you were getting at. He put both of his hands at your hips and began to buck into you wildly. You quickly grabbed onto the back of the desk as his force pushed your head over the edge, giving you a perfect view of the door. You couldn’t help the sounds that escaped your lips as he seemed to get deeper and deeper with every move he made. Just as you were about to burst Matt stopped abruptly before a soft knock sounded off on the other side of the door.
“Hey Matt, lunch break’s almost over,” Foggy announced.
“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute.” He replied, still deep inside of you.
You looked up at Matt who was clearly listening intently for the sound of Foggy walking away. Once he deemed his partner was far enough he got right back to work, continuously hitting your sweet spot until finally, you screamed out as you unraveled beneath him. And with nowhere for him to go he came quickly after, coating your walls with his warmth.
Slowly you caught your breath and managed to hoist yourself up and over the edge of the desk. Matt was smiling uncontrollably. You watched as he wiped the sweat off of his brow before pulling his pants back up.
“I think they may have heard me.” you giggled. Matt could only laugh at your feigned innocence as he listened to you pull back on your underwear and soak them in a mixture of his and your juices.
“How long are you staying for?” He panted.
“I have a trial in the city so I’ll probably be here for a while, or at least I’ll be back and forth more often.” You replied while attempting to flatten your hair in the reflection of the office window.
“So… do you think we could meet up again, maybe for dinner?” He was walking toward you now and by the time you turned around, he was mear inches away from you.
“Sure, but definitely not here, your co-workers are gonna hate me.” You chuckled, adjusting your skirt so that it was placed nicely back down at your hips.
“Agreed.” He chuckled and gave you a light peck.
You smiled against his lips before opening the door and making your way out of the office.
Foggy watched you leave and slowly turned back toward Karen, who he knew was staring. “Yeah, they were really good friends.” He mumbled, feeling embarrassed to be associated with two of his college friends who clearly just fucked in the other room.
“I’m sure they are,” Karen replied with an uncomfortable smile.
Summary: You and Shane got close in the Greene farm but once it is overrun by walkers and you are all forced to leave you realize he never made it out.
Word Count: 870
A/N: This could be considered a part 2 to my first Shane fic so you could read that first if you want, but it can be read as a stand-alone. Also, I'm writing another part after this so stay tuned
Warnings: Shane is dead and this is your reaction to the news
As you made your way toward the group rendezvous point it was hard not to notice Shane’s absence. You scanned over your friends faces, hoping that someone would move to reveal the man you had grown to love, but nobody did.
“Where’s Shane?” You questioned, unable to accept the possibility that he hadn’t made it back. Nobody answered they all hung their heads except Lori whose eyes were darting between you and Rick. You immediately noticed her look of anxiety and walked up to her husband with a previously unknown pain in her eyes. “Rick please, he made it out right?”
Rick let his eyes meet yours as he shook his head once.
You felt sick. Your stomach turned like it used to when you had gone on roller coasters and your face had suddenly become freezing cold. You looked around trying hard to place yourself in this reality. The one where Shane hadn’t come back and with the mess you had left behind the chances of him ever being in your life again were very slim. You heard yourself whispering something repeatedly. Then suddenly the sound came to your ears all too quickly.
“No, no no no no no.” You couldn’t stop yourself. “We have to go back. He wouldn’t give up maybe he’s still fighting.” It was a dumb thing to say, you knew that, but you couldn’t help how much you cared about him. How badly you longed to see him one last time.
You searched the group again hoping for someone to understand where you were coming from, but then something became apparent. They were keeping something from you. They all knew what was going on and you were left in the dark. Your worry was replaced with anger as you looked back at Rick who seemed to be riddled with shame. “He’s already gone isn’t he.” You forced yourself to vocalize your thoughts.
Rick made himself look at you, taking in the wrinkles now evident on your face as you began to cry. He tried to speak but no words were able to pass through the lump in his throught. He swallowed hard and tried again. “Yeah, he didn’t make it back.”
The silence was deafening. You covered you open mouth in hopes that the truly heinous expression you were sporting wouldn’t make it to the eyes of your friends. You felt Rick’s arms wrap around you but something about it felt very far away. You let yourself sob into his chest, silently wishing that Shane was the one holding you. “Was anyone with him?” You sniffed snd the feeling of Rick’s body stiffening caused you to flinch.
You lightly pushed yourself away from him so that you could analyze his face. He was looking at something far away, forcing you to get in his line of sight once more. “What happened Rick?” You questioned. You watched as he turned his body completely away from yours, stealing a glance at Lori before dragging his hand down his face.
“What happened Rick?” You repeated. He remained silent, walking away from you so slowly that it had become invigorating. It took you five quick steps to catch up to him and when you did you grabbed his shoulder harshly and dragged him back in your direction. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?” You screamed.
“I did what I had to do to protect my family. Everyone here was at risk as long as he was here.” Rick believed what he was saying which sent daggers into you. You looked around at the group who seemed to be hiding their true reactions behind looks of submission. You would rather die with Shane than submit to a murderer.
“What are you talking about, he was our friend, your best friend.” You poked his chest viciously and he took it without hesitation.
“He was going to kill me.” Rick shouted. “It was me or him.”
“It should’ve been you.” The words came out before you could register them but you didn’t care. You looked over at Lori who was holding Carl close to her stomach.
“There’s no need for that.” Glen chimed in.
“Yes there is,” You turned toward the young man with tears streaming down your face. “I want him here, I-I loved him Glen, and you all knew that. He took him from me.” You could barely breath through the tightness in your chest and your words were spoken in strange sections, cut off by large gasps for air.
“You took him from me.” Your voiced cracked and suddenly there was nothing stopping you from openly sobbing once more. You felt yourself crumble into a ball and squeeze your knees in an attempt to push out every emotion you no longer wanted to feel. Through the pain you felt an arm wrap around you. It was comforting for a moment but when you looked up to see Rick you felt your heart break all over again. You pushed him away from you so hard you fell down to the ground.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” You shouted. The group watched as you sobbed on the ground, hoping that you would wake up and realize this was all a dream.
I know I've been kind of MIA but it's because of school. I promise I want to write more but I don't have a lot of time.
I was thinking about telling you guys about an Original Story so just drop a like or a comment if that is something you are interested in. I have a couple actors in mind for the cast and I have no problem adding their pictures so you guys can become more invested. It's apocalypse based and YES Jon Bernthal will be one of the characters. What can I say I am in love.
I don't want to miss a thing: Matt Murdock x Reader. College years
Summary: You have always been friends with Matt and Foggy. They have your back and you have theirs. But one night when your boyfriend gets a little too handsy with some other girl at a party, your bond with Matt is pushed to the test. Could it be that Matt is your key to happiness?
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: None really, slight violence.
A/N: I really like this one. It's very fluffy and something about Charlie Cox just makes me smile. There might be grammatical errors or typos but I'm too lazy to check. Happy Reading!
Matt made his way down your halls, barely using his stick. He didn’t care if anyone saw. He wanted to get to you as soon as possible. When he noticed you had left the party his senses took over. He could hear you walking down the street, puddles splashing underneath you. He wanted to go after you then, but the sound of your boyfriend flirting with other girls stopped him in his tracks.
He was fuming. Since he’d met you, you’d been with that jerk. A tall ginger who was in the same field as Matt. He hated his cocky attitude and the way he treated you but if you were happy Matt tried not to care. Tonight was the last straw. He felt his fists ball and no matter how hard Foggy tried to hold him back there was no stopping him. He made his way over to your boyfriend and immediately began to hit him. The party stopped. Some were confused as to how a blind man was fighting so well and some just excited to see a fight in person. Your boyfriend threw back his elbow, apologizing when he realized Matt’s condition. This made him even more angry, storming out of the house hoping to find you.
This was his moment. He had finally gotten to your door and knocked softly through his nerves. He knew you were close to falling asleep but he needed to talk to you. He heard through Foggy who heard through some girl in his Anthropology class that you were more than a little angry. And to his surprise you were also mad at him. The whole night was a confusing blur but this was the icing on the cake. He had always tried to be understanding when it came to your emotions. He’d let you fizzle out and talk when you were ready, but he couldn’t see that happening tonight.
A wave of smells hit his nose with the swing of your door. You had just finished up with your night routine and the mixture of soap and lotions made Matt remember how much he enjoys your company. He could tell that your eyelids were heavy.
“What’re you doing here Matt?” You questioned. A hint of anger in your voice. You wanted the night to be over. Your head was pounding and underneath it all you were just tired.
“I wanted to apologize for the way I acted tonight,” he began. You could tell he was serious but hearing his words caused a flood of memories to come back to you.
You looked up at his face, mostly covered by shadows. You could see his frown and it made you want to give him a hug. You were never really angry with Matt. All he ever did was help you, and you were aware of that. You were upset with your boyfriend, who you had caught cheating, and the added drama that came with your best friend, the blind man, beating his ass in front of thirty bystanders. Matt always promised not to get involved, and he picked the worst night to break a promise.
“I didn’t mean to cause a scene, I just got so angry and-” Matt was cut off by the sudden feeling of your arms around him. You felt terrible for making him come all of this way for something so small.
“It’s okay Matt,” you practically whispered into him. Your heart beat was steady despite how close the two of you were. He loved how calm you managed to be.
“That was a lot easier than I thought,” he teased. You took your arms out from around him so you could push him lightly. He listened to your laughter which harmonized with his own. He missed this feeling, knowing you were happy. For a while it had been hard to tell. He felt your weight shift as you leaned around him to turn on your lights.
Immediately you noticed a cut above his eyebrow, the blood dripping down to his jaw. You took in a quick breathe of air. “Matt you’re bleeding.”
You watched as he touched his hand to his brow, dragging it quickly to catch some of the sticky substance. “I guess I am,” he chuckled. He could tell you didn’t find it funny.
“Come here, I think I have a first aid kit somewhere."
“Oh no, no, go back to sleep, don't let me keep you up.” He tried to turn you around but you forced yourself still, grabbing his arm lightly and pulling him further inside.
“It’s alright. I can make a little time for my friend.” You smiled. Matt let his own lips form into a smirk. He leaned against your bed and listened as you fumbled through your drawers. He knew you were only wearing an oversized t-shirt but he kept his comments to himself, hoping his intrusive thoughts would subside. Soon you pulled out a colorful first aid kit and got to work.
Pulling off his glasses you analyzed the wound. “This is gonna sting,” you sighed, hating that you had to hurt him to make him better. He let out a small hiss as you cleaned the cut. “I can’t believe he hit you.” Matt could sense the look of disgust on your face.
“He didn’t know it was me.”
“Oh so you sucker punched him?” You smirked, looking through the bandaids to find a good color.
“Well I wouldn’t say that.” He laughed.
You rolled your eyes playfully before picking up a handful of band aids. “What color do you want?” You asked kindly.
Matt shrugged, “Do you have any with Sesame Street on it?” You both laughed. “I’ll take red," he decided.
You plucked out the red bandage before carefully placing it over his cut. He whispered a thank you and listened as you put the first aid kit back where you found it. It was silent, but neither of you minded. Matt listened to you breathe, your heart beat quickening. You had something you wanted to say. He waited for your voice but when it came he knew you had changed your mind on the topic.
“Do you want to listen to music?” You questioned.
Matt loved hearing your record player. More specifically the way you sounded when you sang along. It took you a while to sing in front of him, but when you finally did he hoped to never go another day without it. Tonight was no different from any other time. He nodded his head and patiently waited for you to pick a vinyl. He wanted to know your original question but he quickly decided that he had revealed too much of his true self already. He listened closely as the needle hit the record and the song began. It was a familiar one which forced him to realize how long it had been since the two of you had actually listened to it together.
You had searched a while for the Neil Young album. There weren’t many songs on it that you enjoyed but Matt had once told you he liked “Harvest Moon” and that was enough for you to purchase it.
He felt you sway back and forth as the song began, waiting patiently to hear your voice. Soon the lyrics had started and your voice rang throughout the dorm. He was lost in the sound, only able to hear you. He could sense you getting closer but he stood still only able to smile as you kept going.
Your hands were on his now. You sang “come a little bit closer,” and pulled him in your direction, unable to contain your laughter, still trying to sing along. Matt loved every second of it. He loved the feeling of your skin touching his. You spun him around looking into his eyes as they stared somewhere behind you. Eventually, your hands were around his neck and his were around your waist. Something inside of you fluttered at his touch and Matt couldn’t help but smirk.
“So you’re a tough guy now?” You teased.
“I’ve always been a tough guy,” he sends back. You can feel the flirtation in his voice. He pulls you closer causing your breathe to hitch. “Can I ask you a question?” He murmurs.
“Yes.” You’re breathless.
“Are you happy?”
You think about it for a moment, seriously considering the question. You want to say yes because of him and Foggy, but you know that would be a lie. You’re stuck and you can feel it in your heart. You’re afraid that you have no love in your life, wondering if that will ever change. You look back up at Matt. Your faces are so close but the the only thing you seem to notice is his lips. “I don’t know,” you replied softly.
His grip tightened slightly at the sadness in your voice. He wanted to tell you that every thing was going to be okay, but he knew from personal experience how little that helped the situation. Instead he pulled you in closer, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. He could feel your tears soaking into his shirt but he didn’t mind.
“I want to be happy, but I don’t know how,” you sniffled. Matt rubbed his thumb over the nape of your back.
“Neither do I.” He was smiling but inside there was pain. He felt terrible for making you think of something so serious.
Eventually, the next song came on and Matt had let go of you. Without a word you took the record off the player and stuck it back in its case. Your eyes were burning with a mixture of tears and sleep deprivation. Matt could sense you were tired. He grabbed your arm, bringing you to your bed and helping you up.
“I’m supposed to be helping you.” you laughed through the wetness in your eyes. He gave you a sad smile.
“I prefer this.”
You felt bad for crying but Matt always made you comfortable. He tucked you in making sure that you were okay with every motion he made. You watched as he leaned forward placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Is it okay if I come back tomorrow?” He asked genuinely.
“Of course.” You nodded. He smiled at you and there was no mistaking the happiness within it. He made his way out of the room, grabbing his stick before reaching the door.
“Goodnight,” he said softly.
“Goodnight,” you replied, unable to help the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach.
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Summary: Your family has worked on the Greene Farm for generations. When the outbreak happened they gladly took you in. Eventually, a group of survivors from Atlanta find there way to the farm after a terrible accident. You try to keep to yourself but you can't seem to keep a man named Shane away.
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: 18+ (smut) kinda. There's a lot of tension and maybe a little fluff.
The summer sun beat down on you like a ton of bricks as you watched the group from Atlanta get settled. You felt your hair stick to your forehead with the sweat that poured off of you. It had been a long day already and the threat of newcomers made your skin itch. Usually, there wouldn’t be a problem, but seeing Otis and Shane leave together and watching as Shane returned alone you couldn’t help but wonder who these people were. They had kids and women, you tried to reassure yourself, but it didn’t set your mind at ease.
From your far corner, you caught Shane’s eye. He wanted to know more about the woman who seemed to observe everyone else. As the days went on you seemed to get further and further away, always looking over everyone no matter the distance. Eventually, the entire group became aware of your existence. The women would watch as you lifted bales of hay, some impressed with your strength and others jealous of all the attention you rendered. Either way, you didn’t seem to mind. Instead, you did what you needed to and seemingly vanished once you were finished. It got to the point where the people within the new group started to wonder if you were a hallucination. A trick of the light that they all seemed to view, but when they asked the Greene’s they all confirmed your existence.
Your family and the Greene family had been working together for generations. When the world fell apart and the infected took over Hershel welcomed you with open arms. At first, you thought it was going to be hard, but after a week or two, you realized that almost nothing had changed on this farm. Everyone went about their business and there was an occasional walker on the grounds, but Hershel always insisted that either he or Otis deal with it. Eventually, you got into a rhythm, you’d move the hay, tend to the garden and then watch. You’d watch the leaves rustle on trees and the bunnies hopping along the grass. You’d watch the world until there was nothing else to see and that’s when you’d finally make your way inside. When the sun had set and the summer heat had drifted away into the night. Once the group from Atlanta arrived, that all changed.
The newcomers had gotten comfortable now. Shane and Rick had begun teaching them how to shoot and in the process soaking up most of your attention. You watched, from a distance, as the women aimed their guns and missed a bottle a little more than six feet away from them. It reminded you of your childhood, your father bringing you to the shooting range to show you how to protect yourself. You hated those memories.
The morning passed by like a breeze and by the time it was noon there was nothing to distract you from the burning sun on your back. You were in the garden now, on all fours plucking carrots from the soft soil that now stained your overalls, and placing them in a basket. The sun was becoming unbearable and without a thought you pulled down the straps of your overalls to take off your shirt, exposing a sports bra to any onlookers. Looking around you noticed Shane in the distance, his brows furrowed against the sun. He put up his hand as if to say hello, but you didn’t return the gesture.
Shane couldn’t help but laugh to himself as you turned back toward the dirt. He liked that you kept to yourself, but he couldn’t help that he was interested. He found you very attractive and often stopped what he was doing just to watch you walk from one side of the farm to the other. Today he decided the two of you were going to speak. He didn’t know what he was going to say or how you would react, but when he had decided something there was no changing his mind.
Looking back up you watched as Shane made his way over to you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his cocky demeanor. You decided to try and continue your task in hopes that he would take the hint and turn around, but you knew that wouldn’t happen. You listened as his heavy boots hit the floor on their way to you. Finally, his shadow was cast over you, waiting for you to turn toward its owner.
“I know we’ve been here for a while but I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. My name is Shane.” He started still waiting for you to look over at him. You decided not to be too rude and turned your head. His large body covered the sun but you still had to squint to take in his features.
“I know,” you replied bluntly. He let out a small laugh before bending down to your current height.
“You ain’t much of a talker are you?” He asked with a little smirk.
You felt something within you shiver at his tone but promptly ignored it as you replied, “I’m busy, Shane,” putting a harsh tone to his name. You watched as he stood slowly, carelessly looking up at him through your lashes.
“Talk to you soon, pretty lady,” he hummed before turning and walking away. You hated the nickname he had given you. You wanted to throw a pile of soil at him but instead tasted a bit in your mouth. You spit out the taste before going back to work.
Days passed with Shane’s eyes on your back. You suddenly became hyper-aware of him. Every glance he made in your direction was tracked by your peripheral vision and so were the smirks. He thought he was so funny and you hated every second of it. You tried to go about your days but you couldn’t get the brooding man off of your mind. Though he was extremely annoying you had to admit he was attractive. He was fit, which you had seen first hand when he got too hot for his shirt. His nose was strong and his brow reminded you of the Spartans that you used to learn about in school. You couldn’t help but watch him when he was around and eventually his shooting lessons became something you looked forward to seeing.
Shane knew you were keeping an eye on him. He couldn’t quite place the reason but he didn’t mind. He wanted a distraction, something to get his mind off of the way of this world, but you had become something more. You were playing hard to get and there was nothing he loved more. On this particular day, the sun was relentless. You were in your sports bra again with your overalls hanging on your waist. Though he was supposed to be training the group with Rick he couldn’t help but stare.
“You talk to her?” Rick questioned, leaving the group to their aiming practice.
Shane let a smirk appear on his lips. He knew he hadn’t spoken to you but it didn’t matter. He had caught you staring and that was all he needed for now. “Nah, she’s a hard one.” He said, causing both him and Rick to snicker.
“She knows how to shoot?” Rick asked, almost genuinely curious.
Shane shrugged, unable to take his eyes off of you as you took a long drag out of a flask. He watched the water dribble down your chin and vanish into your already damp body.
As you drank your water you listened to the echo of gunshots beside you. Taking a break from the garden you heard someone call your name. Looking over to the makeshift shooting range and using your hand to block out the sun you quickly recognized Shane and Rick both waving at you. Lazily you lifted your arm and held it for a moment as a hello.
“Come get some practice,” Shane shouted over at you as Rick motioned for the same. You rolled your eyes before beginning your short walk toward the pair.
Wiping your knees free of soil you finally were close enough to speak. “What makes you think I need practice?” you questioned.
“I never saw you shoot before,” Shane replied, bringing up a valid point.
You looked over at Rick who seemed to agree with his friend. Looking past them you watched Lori and Andrea shoot their weapons. If that was what Shane was expecting out of you, you were somewhat insulted. You thought back to your father who would scream if you missed a single target and though you never wanted to shoot a gun again, the two men were right you did need practice. Especially with the dead roaming around.
“Andrea, come ‘ere,” Shane called out. You watched as the blonde woman made her way over to the three of you with a flirtatious grin directed toward Shane. “Give her your gun,” he practically demanded.
Andrea’s face dropped at the request. “What? I just got started,” she whined. Shane shot her a look that required no questions. Reluctantly she handed you the weapon.
The taste of iron filled your mouth as your nerves took over. You grabbed the gun with shaky hands. Hoping nobody would notice you made your way over to the range. Spitting on the ground beside you, you analyzed the distance. Lori continued her shots close by but each bottle remained intact. As you raised the weapon your hands became still. Steadying yourself on the ground you squeezed the trigger, letting loose a quick bullet accompanied by the sound of breaking glass. That was all you needed, reassurance that you still knew what you were doing. After that, you freed five more bullets all with merely a second between them. Pieces of broken glass flew in the air as each bottle shattered. You couldn’t help the smug expression on your face as you looked back over at Shane.
“Thanks, I needed that,” you laughed while pushing the empty weapon into his chest, forcing him to grab it from you. Rick couldn’t help but laugh at the fool you had made of his friend. As you walk away Shane can’t help but analyze your figure. He watches your hips sway before finally letting his eyes graze down to your butt. He smirks before Rick nudges him as if they were teenagers.
You were laughing to yourself about the whole situation for the rest of the day. You loved how easy it was to put Shane in his place. Though he was a total ass hole you couldn’t help but get excited around him. He made your heart skip a beat and you hated yourself for it. The end of the world should’ve been a sign to stop messing with the kind of douchebags from high school, but your mind was telling you something your body didn’t have any intention of reciprocating. You decided to head in early that night. Hershel was always telling you to take a break, and there was no better time than the present.
As you made your way through the house and into your small room you felt a tenseness in your shoulder that crept up your neck. You tried to message it out yourself but by the time you got to your room, it had gotten worse. You looked at your room, the smallest in the house by far. Your twin-sized bed fit perfectly between the narrow walls and the only other pieces of furniture you had being a small writing table, an old wooden chair, and a small dresser. You slipped into some pajamas you had made sure to pack when you first arrived. You wanted to lay down, go to sleep and let your dreams take you far from reality, but your body wouldn’t permit it. You sat up again trying to message yourself but it was no use.
Just as you were ready to give up there was a knock at the door. There was no one you were expecting but the thought of an emergency sent you quickly to the sound. Opening the door you were met by an almost intimidating frame.
“Hey,” Shane said plainly.
You looked him over, wondering if you had fallen asleep and already begun dreaming. “What are you doing here?” You questioned.
It took him a moment to answer, but you didn’t mind. You enjoyed the vision in front of you, Shane in a gray tank top and his usual cargo pants. “I just wanted to tell you that I was impressed today,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes. He was so good at reminding you how much of a dick he could be. “Is that all?” You shot back, beginning to shut your door.
“No.” His expression remained the same as he lightly grasped the door’s edge. “I figured you might be worn out, so I brought ya somethin’.” In a swift motion, he put his hand in one of his pant pockets, pulling out a Hershey’s chocolate bar, something you had forgotten about until that very moment.
You looked at him then back at the candy bar. You had questions, how did he get it, when did he find it, and how long had it been in his pocket, but none of that really mattered. You snatched the chocolate from his hands unable to contain your child-like laughter. “I love Hershey’s,” you shouted, immediately shushing yourself.
“Maggie told me, I figured it might soften you up.” He replied. His lips were tilting downward but there was no mistaking his smile.
“Oh, so this is bribery,” you teased, letting your guard down for a moment. Shane let out a deep laugh that made your cheeks warm.
“Nah, nothin’ like that. I would appreciate a piece though.” He said looking down at the candy, his eyes filled with an unfamiliar innocence as he looked back up at you.
You tensed, understanding his attempt at entry almost immediately. Again your mind screamed no, but you were already opening the door wider for him to fit around you and into your space. He took a seat on the chair and watched as you made your way to your bed, a small hiss escaping your lips as you sat down.
“You alright?” He asked softly.
“Yeah it’s nothin’,” you replied, letting your left arm meet your right shoulder. “Musta’ pulled somethin’.”
Shane nodded but his expression didn’t change. He stood quiet, looking on while you peeled the wrapper off of the chocolate bar. You both felt the saliva well up in your mouths. You wanted to spit it out before taking a bite but you had to swallow the urge. As if you hadn’t been starving you separated a rectangle and bit off one of the squares. You sink into the taste forgetting how good it was. The smile that crept onto your lips was almost automatic. You opened your eyes to Shane staring at the now melting candy. Quickly you broke off another rectangle and reached out to pass it toward him. Your shoulder tightened sending a sharp pain up your neck. You couldn’t help the audible yelp that came from you accompanied by a string of curses.
“That ain’t very lady-like,” Shane teased, licking his fingers free of melted chocolate.
“I ain’t got time to be lady-like,” you replied, still rubbing your shoulder. The look on Shane’s face changed from mockery to concern as you hit a soft spot and clearly felt the pain.
“What’d you do, try and lift a horse?” Shane tried to seem silly but he felt bad.
“I dunno’. I’ve tried to get it out myself but it just makes it worse.” You took your hand off of the muscle and rotated your shoulder slightly.
“I can help if you want,” Shane suggested. There was no hint of humor, he wanted to help and you wanted to gladly accept but there was something holding you back. Why was he being so nice all of the sudden? You felt your mind get to work at the posing of such a sudden question. You thought back through the years and a realization hit you. Was he trying to make a move? Shane never did anything out of the goodness in his heart, he always had a hidden agenda and you already knew that. You wanted to laugh and tell him to get out, but then you imagined how hurt he would be if it was a genuine offer. You took a moment to analyze his expression before making your decision.
“Okay.” You hated how breathless you knew you sounded. Shane stood from the chair and motioned for you to take his place as he now stood behind it. You reluctantly made your way over to him, sitting down slowly. Without a word you pulled down the straps of your sports bra and held the remainder tightly to your chest.
Shane’s hands are rough and calloused but somehow warm and comforting. He lightly squeezed your shoulders, getting out every ache you once had. You felt him tilt your head to the side exposing more of your neck as he rubbed his knuckles against your skin. “Is that okay?” He whispered, and all you could do was nod. You let out a couple of sighs as he continued on and when he released a knot you looked up at him like he had just saved your life. “I told you I’m good.” He smiled. You allowed your shoulders to relax.
“I guess you are.” You hadn’t broken eye contact. He was practically towering over you, but his eyes were soft and his hands gentle. You watched as his eyes met your own then slowly made their way down to your lips. He got the slightest bit closer and your heart almost stopped beating. “Keep going,” you interrupted, tapping your own shoulder where his hands had rested.
Soon he was finished and you were able to get a full range of motion out of both shoulders. “Thank you,” you smiled, patting his hand lightly.
“Anytime,” he smirked. You allowed your eyes to roll, but your lips gave away that you weren’t actually annoyed. “Get some rest and you should be all set tomorrow,” he suggested kindly. You nodded and watched as he made his way to your door.
“Goodnight,” You were finally able to form your words.
“Goodnight,” he repeated his lips tilting downward in his odd smile.
That night you dreamt of something that left a smile on your face. You had an imprint of memory but the pieces didn’t seem to fit together. You began to wonder if Shane coming to your room was a part of that memory but the lack of pain in your neck proved you wrong. As you began the day you couldn’t get the memory of Shane’s hands out of your head. You could still feel where he touched you and all though it was sore it was a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
As you dug in the garden you watched Shane from a far teaching Lori and Carl how to shoot. You couldn’t ignore how amazing he was with the young boy. He had those moments. The ones that made you second guess any bad thing you ever thought about him. When he smiled or threw his head back when he laughed, it made you happy just to see the real him. You looked back down at the plants in front of you, inspecting the cabbage for any bad leaves. When you looked back up Carl was running toward the tents the Atlanta survivors had set up when they first arrived. You stood, half expecting Lori to leave too, but she didn’t move. You watched as Shane approached her, taking note of his all too familiar smirk. They were getting closer and a part of you thought they were going to embrace before you remembered Rick.
You felt your own face contort as you put the pieces together. Lori gently stroked Shane’s arm before giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. Has this been in front of you the entire time? Had you purposely overlooked it? They stared at each other for a moment before Lori finally left allowing Shane to finally see you. He waved you over but you stood still, frozen with a feeling you couldn’t quite place. You furrowed your brows. Throwing your gardening trowel furiously into the ground before storming off.
You felt like an idiot. You cursed at yourself for letting him lay even a finger on you. You entered the house with the slamming of doors. You were angry and you didn’t care who knew.
You found yourself in the kitchen searching for some sort of distraction. You could feel Maggie watching you intently, but you didn’t dare lookup. “Are you okay,” she questioned, her accent thicker than anyone else's. You nodded plainly, grabbing an apple and leaving through the back door.
You made your way to a willow tree, hiding within its branches. You didn’t want him to have an effect on you, you didn’t want to be mad, but that’s what he did to you. You felt a sting in your nose as tears threatened to meet your eyes, but you fought them back. You hated him and suddenly he was peaking through the loose branches.
“What’s wrong?” He questioned. You could sense the genuine curiosity in his voice and it made you angrier.
“I’m fine,” you shouted.
He was confused and you almost thought he was hurt. “Did I do somethin’ wrong?” He asked.
“I saw you with Lori, I’m not stupid and neither is Rick,” you practically spit back at him. He froze, completely unexpecting your words. You watched his eyes shift between you and his own mind. A part of you felt bad for being so blunt but you couldn’t let yourself stand down.
“It’s not goin’ on anymore,” he mumbled.
“I don’t care, Shane, just leave me alone.” You could feel the tears stinging in your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You stared at him painfully, hoping he would leave.
“Don’t be like this.” He took a step closer.
You couldn’t stand it anymore. “Get the fuck away from me,” You screamed. He looked at you, a blank expression on his face. You watched as he nodded his head slightly and disappeared back the way he came.
The days were short after that. With nothing to look forward to you found yourself sinking into the motions. Tending to the land and animals hoping the other survivors would leave soon. But you knew they wouldn’t. Hershel had taken a liking to Rick and with that, the entire group was safe to stay, including Shane. You hated seeing him around. The way his sad expression met your eyes made you want to run and hide all over again. You knew he wanted to speak with you, but you didn’t allow yourself to be welcoming in any way. This went on for days, the air thick with tension. Eventually, you stopped looking in his direction completely and any threat of conversation faded. Until today.
It was muggy outside and the clouds threatened rain. You decided to go on a run to try and clear your head. You had been on the farm since the beginning and the outside world was becoming a mystery to you. You packed a bag and a gun before asking around for any supplies that were needed around camp.
“You should go with someone,” Rick suggested.
You shook your head. “I’m good on my own.” You knew you weren’t convincing but it didn’t matter. You wanted to be alone.
“I know you are, but it’s safer when someone’s got your back.”
You appreciated his honesty, but couldn’t imagine yourself being able to hold it together in front of anyone else. Rick was a genuine man, and despite it all, you could tell he was only looking out for your best interest. You agreed finally, wondering who you would ask to go.
“What’re you two talkin’ about?” You heard Shane’s low voice from behind you. Every muscle tensed as he made his way around you, making direct eye contact.
“She’s goin’ on a run,” Rick replied an apology hidden deep in his tone. He knew about you and Shane. He didn’t know exactly why the two of you were arguing but he understood that his best friend could be less than a gentleman at times.
“I’ll go with you,” Shane said very matter-of-factly.
You tried to speak but your throat was so dry nothing came out.
“I’m sure someone else can go.” Rick tried to intervene, but the look Shane shot him let you both know he was going no matter what.
“Don’t be dumb.” He spits back, with no sense of humor in his voice. “I’ll get the car,” his tone had become more light-hearted but there was still a sinister air about him. You looked over at Rick, begging him to say something, but it was useless. Shane was already gone and despite your better judgment, you followed after him.
There was a light thud as you closed the car door. You threw your bag in the back seat and watched as Shane put the key in the ignition. You drove away from the farm and passed the main town. You wanted to ask where he was going but something deep inside kept you quiet. You watched as the car passed a sign for the next town over. Still, you stood silent listening to the rainfall around you. The weather had gotten significantly worse since you left the farm, but that didn’t stop Shane. Eventually, the car was pulled into a fancy restaurant which despite everything sent a glint of happiness into your eyes. You imagined what it would be like to eat Italian food again, the bread they gave you before every meal, the fried calamari, and warm spaghetti.
“Come on,” Shane grunted. You didn’t look over at him as you exited the car. You went to grab your bag from the back seat but quickly realized Shane had grabbed them both and was walking over to hand you yours. You grabbed the bag from his hands still not saying a word.
As you made your way inside you were surprised at how well kept the place was. The wooden tables, were only affected by dust, and the bar was almost completely intact. You watched Shane head straight for the kitchen and you followed behind him. You both filled your bags with sauces, canned foods, and anything else you could find that hadn’t already gone bad. The silence was deafening.
“How did you find this place?” you asked, unable to hold your curiosity back any longer.
“I didn’t, I just drove until I saw somethin’ new.” He replied, clearly happy to hear from you. It was a familiar feeling, the one he gave you. A warm one in the pit of your stomach, but you didn’t want it there. You went silent again.
Eventually, your bags were full and it was time to leave. You could tell Shane had something on his mind. Every time you would look at one another he had been staring. His doe eyes pierced right through you, but you fought back the urge to speak.
The cold rain stung your now warm skin as you made your way to the car. You waited on the passenger side for Shane to unlock the door but he didn't. You looked up at him through the rain and noticed he had already been looking over at you.
“I wanna talk to you,” he shouted over the storm.
“I don’t have anything to say to you,” you yelled back.
He stood dumbly, hoping for you to change your mind. You honestly had nothing to say. You caught him, it was as plain as that and though you had no real reason to be angry, you couldn’t stop yourself.
“Open the door,” You called out to him. Finally, he did as you asked, allowing you both to get into a warmer climate.
The drive back was quiet. You watched the same roads and signs pass but there was something different about your companion. He was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. You missed the radio. If this wasn’t the apocalypse you would have turned the music up loud, pretending you hadn’t noticed his frustration. But in this moment there was no distraction and you both could feel the tension.
Just as you were getting used to the quiet you felt yourself jolt forward. Shane had hit the brakes, forcing your seatbelt to lock in order to keep you in place. You couldn’t help the grimace that appeared on your face, but he allowed you no time to speak.
“What is your problem?” He shouted. You felt yourself shrink as you were forced to realize how much larger than you he actually was.
“Honestly Shane, I just don’t like you.” There was anger in your voice but deep down you felt bad for saying it.
“That ain’t true and we both know it,” he replied hoping that you would take it back.
“No, it is. I shouldn’t have even let you come near me.” you heard yourself say. This whole experience was drifting you further and further away from yourself.
“Why? Tell me why and I’ll just stop talking about it.” He pleaded. He had simmered down now but you hated his sadness even more than his anger. It made you want to comfort him, but that was something you knew you couldn’t do right now.
“Because you’re an asshole. You fucked your best friend's wife then you acted all nice when we were together. I have to figure out which version of you I’m gonna get every time I speak to you and I’m sorry but I have much bigger fish to fry.” You let it all out, hoping that he would stay true to his word and stop talking after you spoke.
“Me and Lori aren’t doing nothin’ no more,” he tried to defend himself. You didn’t want to hear it.
“You said you would stop talking.”
“I lied.” He was yelling again but there wasn’t a sense of danger anymore. He was getting emotional and a part of you knew this was how he expressed himself. You watched as the veins in his neck flared out, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Oh wow, I would’ve never guessed. Shane Walsh, a liar?” The sarcasm was apparent in your tone. You were yelling too.
“I’m not a liar, I woulda told you before we did anything.” He thought he was saying the right thing, but your face proved him completely wrong. You were fuming and if it weren’t for the overwhelming disadvantage, you would’ve punched him in the face.
“Are you serious, what makes you even think that you had the slightest bit of a chance?” Your voice was starting to get higher pitched but you didn’t care. You wanted him to stop but your body was saying something different. Your cheeks were heating up and you knew if he asked you’d blame it on the cold.
“I’m not a complete moron.” He wasn’t as angry anymore. There was a slickness to his words. You were caught. “You want me. You can say it, I won’t be mad.” He was being a dick on purpose now.
Without a word you got out of the car, slamming the door behind you. There was a faint apology coming from inside but you didn’t care to hear it. You began to walk knowing that you wouldn’t make it far. Through the rain, you could hear another door close.
“What’re you doin’.” He called out to you.
“I’m walkin’ back,”
Shane asked you to stop but you wouldn’t. You knew you weren’t walking fast but it was still a shock when he caught up to you grabbing your wrists in a final attempt to keep you in place.
“Stop.” His voice was low and rasped slightly. You tried to push him away from you, but he just gripped you tighter. You stared at each other for a moment as the rain drenched your hair and clothes. He pulled you closer and you didn’t try to stop him. Looking back you realized you hadn’t made it far from the car.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly. You said no but something about you made him aware of your true desires. He let his eyes travel down to your lips for the second time since you’ve known him.
He asked again but this time you said no softer. Trying to convince yourself as well as him. He seemed to be having a conversation with your lips and you both knew it. You tried to pull your arm away one last time but he wouldn’t allow it. He took his chances and pulled you into a deep kiss. You let yourself sink into his warmth. You felt his hands go from your waist to your ass as he lifted you into the air. You wrapped your legs around him longing to be closer together. He walked you to the car as you pulled off his shirt, throwing it into the mud. You didn’t care about what excuse you’d make to the group, you only cared about this moment. You took in every inch of his stomach with your fingers, slowly making your way to his chest. There was friction between the two of you. You grinded against his crotch and felt him get harder beneath you. Soon your shirt was off too and so was your sports bra. Your nipples were hard with a mixture of the cold and stimulation.
“You knew I’d be good, didn’t you?” He teased. You wouldn’t allow yourself to comply.
You grabbed his head pulling it back to expose his full neck. You kissed his throat softly, careful not to leave any marks. “Shut up,” you mumbled into his skin. You heard a chuckle escape from his lips as you began to use your teeth. You wanted him so badly and there was no mistaking it now. You made your way back up to his lips with a hunger that shocked the both of you. He gladly reciprocated though, allowing you to take the lead.
You ended up in the back seat. You couldn’t remember who had led the way, but it didn’t matter. All you could feel was his skin against your. His flesh inside of you as your moans blocked out any other sound threatening to be heard. He came on your stomach, the warmth causing you to pulsate even more.
When you got back to the farm the rain had stopped. Both of your clothes were soaked and there weren’t many questions. The storm had provided a good cover and if anyone asked you’d blame your disheveled look on the weather. You made your way inside, cleaning yourself up with a lukewarm shower and a quick brush through your hair. Just as you were about to leave there was a soft knock at the door. You watched as Shane opened it just enough for him to fit inside, making sure no one would see you and him together.
“What’re you doin’?” You asked with a giggle.
“I just wanted to see you,” He replied almost sheepishly.
“We were just together.”
“I know.” He reached out for your hand, playing with your finger before finally holding it. You both smiled. This was good, you thought. You gave him a few pecks able to feel his grin beneath your lips. You wanted him again, but the thought of having to wait turned you on a little more. You slipped out of the bathroom before him and hoped no one would notice the strange overlap. You couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.
Summary: You see a nice boy on the subway but you two never talk. You share glances until finally one day the two of you speak.
Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Reader
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: Sexual harassment momentarily but nothing too crazy. It's mostly just fluff kinda and strangers thinking about each other.
A/N: This is my first fic and I had a lot of fun with it! There might be some minor grammar issues but it shouldn't be too much because I have grammarly lol. I might make this into a series depending on the response so let me know if you like it!!
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They met on the subway. In true New York fashion, their love affair started on passing cars heading northbound toward Manhattan. Peter was used to watching people come and go on his longer routes, and though he could swing from burrow to burrow if he really wanted he chose to be just like the rest of the residents. His mind was calm on the subway, though there was the occasional breakdancer and cat caller he didn’t feel the need to intervene because everything was settled once those doors opened. People scurried off to their boring lives with no care for anyone that they may have shared a glance with on the route. Peter was like them, not caring about the countless amount of glances, grazing, and occasional bumping. Just hoping to make it from point a to b. He was like them until he saw you.
The moment he laid eyes on you he wanted to know more. From the batting of your lashes to the way, you would bob your head to the music you knew nobody else could hear. Every bit of life that you lived for those 20 minutes underground, he wanted to be a part of. But of course, he never spoke to you.
You caught him looking a couple of times and let out small laughter as he tried to play it off, but there was something sweet in his admiration. Usually, you would sit on the opposite end of the car if you caught someone staring as much as him, but you could tell he meant no harm. It also didn’t hurt that under his awkward exterior you found him very attractive. For weeks you had gone on about your “subway boyfriend” and even began to wonder where he was if he was missing for more than a day. And yet through all of this, you two had still never spoken. He was shy which was understandable but this was getting out of hand.
On a particularly cold day, Peter found himself almost excited to get on the subway. His mind was filled with thoughts of you and there was no denying it. He wondered what book you would be reading today, or what kind of music would be playing through your wired headphones. Though these were questions he knew he would never truly know the answer to unless he spoke to you, he had become comfortable. Comfortable knowing that if the two of you never spoke you would never get tangled up in the mess that was Peter Parker. He could live with the fact that you would never get hurt because of him. He was fine being stuck in the fleeting moments and had truthfully never even considered the fact that you may have actually wanted him to speak to you. So instead of interacting with the girl he had now spent weeks gawking over, he did what he always had and sat patiently waiting on your arrival.
You walked into the car with your headphones already plugged in. A tall man followed behind you and for a moment Peter tensed. He thought it may be a stranger getting a little too close for comfort, but he was quickly proven wrong as you began to speak to the mystery man. Though he should have been relieved Peter couldn’t help but become even more upset. He watched as you tried your hardest to have as little conversation as possible with your partner, who seemed to be unable to take a hint. His hand gripped onto the metal pole of the subway car and he watched shamelessly as the man continued to bombard you.
The person you had come in with was named Noah. A business major who seemed to think his guaranteed position at Wallstreet equaled a guaranteed position between your legs. He had been on to you for over a week now and though his constant attempts at flirting were almost pitiful there was a charm about him. He was actually speaking to you as well, compared to some of your other admirers. However, today he was being especially needy. His goal was to get you to go to a party with him and his rich friends later that night, and no matter how loud you made your music you couldn’t ignore him forever. When you got on the subway you barely noticed the awkward brunette who had been catching your attention recently, instead, you were overwhelmingly distracted by the six-foot idiot on your tail.
“Come on, I swear it’ll be fun,” Noah said in a low voice, a sly smirk stuck on his lips.
You tried to ignore him but you couldn’t help the butterflies that formed in your stomach. You let your lips curl up as he scooted a little closer to you.
“I have a paper due in the morning.” you sighed, turning your music down to hear his response.
“You and everyone else, just twenty minutes. We’ll get off at the next stop.” He suggested, letting his arm creep around you.
Peter was fuming. He tried to stop his heavy breathing but there was no use. He was grabbing the metal pole so hard his knuckles had become white. Why was he like this, he asked himself. He didn’t know you and yet he was jealous. Jealous of how easy it was for Noah to reach out and touch you. How easy he made flirting with you seem. He watched as the other man pulled you closer, taking out your left earbud in the process.
“Come on, I'm begging here.” You could feel Noah’s smile as he whispered in your ear. You let out genuine laughter riddled in mockery.
“Fine,” you smirked before pushing Noah back into his own seat. “I’ll go but only for a little while.”
Peter couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Finally letting go of the pole he shoved his hand in his pocket before pulling out his phone. Angrily he scrolled on his phone trying hard not to look up at you.
As the subway finally came to a stop you watched Noah stand up coolly. Without a word he put his hand out to help you get to your feet. You couldn’t help but glance over at your ‘secret love’, the brunette who had caught your eye on previous rides. But today he didn’t look. He was buried in his phone and no matter how hard you stared he did not look up. Finally after a few seconds of trying you turned to leave.
Peter lifted his head just in time to watch you exit the car. He wanted to get up and say something, but he knew there were no words. He tried hard to look away, to think about anything else but it was impossible. Then suddenly he caught the eyes of Noah, a guy he knew was taller than him and probably had more muscle mass but he didn’t care (especially since he was literally Spiderman). Though neither of them knew eachother there was tension in the air. Noah lifted one of his thick brows before turning back toward you and finally leaving the car.
Later on that night Peter found himself swinging threw the boroughs just to get you off of his mind. Though crime was low and he could have gone home if he wanted, he would rather be out tonight. He was still angry with himself for letting you weigh so heavily on his mind. You were a total stranger and yet he couldn’t get you out of his head.
At some point during the long night he found himself in Forest Hills, a place that’s crime rate was suspiciously below average, which gave him more than enough time to think as he listened to the muffled music of a party taking place next door. He sat silently trying to figure out what it was about you that caught his attention in the first place, but the list became so long it almost embarrassed him. He found you captivating, from the myriad of novels you seemed to read all the way to the customized converse you always wore. He had taken in every aspect of your being and left what he didn’t know to his imagination. You were a puzzle and he wanted nothing more than to solve it, but why? He wished he knew the answer.
“Stop, I said I want to go home.” A voice called out from below him. He recognized it as yours instantly. Standing up he could make out your figure from across the bushes. You were pushing a tall figure away from you but there was no denying that you were over powered. Quickly he put his mask on and jumped down to the backyard next to the one you were in. Peering through the bushes he watched as Noah pinned you against the side of the house.
“Come on, don't be a tease,” he growled into your ear.
You knew something like this would happen. No guy could ever just invite you out, there always had to be something else. You cursed at yourself for giving in to his pleas. How stupid could you be? What did you think was going to happen when he invited you out? You’d have a nice night then he’d walk you home like a gentlemen, yah right. You had given him the benefit of the doubt and now, three shots of vodka and two wine coolers later you could barely muster up the strength to push him away. Suddenly branches were snapping and Spiderman was coming to your rescue.
“Let her go,” he shouted.
Noah let out a quick laugh before turning fully toward the suited man. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No, come on,” he said motioning for you to take his hand. You hesitated, understanding that you genuinely had no idea who this man was, but when you looked over at Noah, an insatiable hunger in his eyes, your choice became clear. You stepped forward but Noah stepped between the two of you.
“She’s not going anywhere.” he raised his voice causing the baritone to vibrate within you.
Peter rolled his eyes before quickly jumping in front of Noah and swiping his leg below the taller man. As he hit the ground Peter shot out a web, sticking Noahs body to the ground. “How about now?” he teased before putting his hand out toward you again.
You couldn’t help but laugh at Noah’s large figure squirming to break free. As you looked back up at Spiderman you felt a wave of gratitude crash over you. Without a thought you grabbed his hand, letting out a quick gasp ask he pulled you close and pulled the two of you into the air. Before you knew it you were out of Forest Hills and back on the regular streets of Queens. You watched as he walked beside you, careful not to say anything stupid. You had just been saved by the actual Spiderman and now he was walking you home.
“Thank you, for helping me,” you managed to say. He looked over at you the eyes of his mask reflecting your face.
“Uh, no problem, it’s what I do.” He shrugged before looking at the open road once more.
“I should’ve known better. I mean he’s a total jerk.” You sighed unable to stop the words from spilling out of your mouth. The masked man turned toward you again and something about his posture let you know he didn’t mind if you kept talking.
“He invited me and I didn’t really want to go, but my life has been so boring lately and he just gave me so much attention.” You had no idea why you said all of that, but by the time you wanted to stop it was too late.
“Guys are jerks,” he shrugged, “but I’m sure there’s someone out there.”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you thought about you thought about your current situation. “You know your the first guy to walk me home since highschool, and I don’t even know who you are”
Peter let out a cute chuckle before turning completely toward you so that he was walking backwards. “That’s okay, if I wasn’t busy I’d probably walk you home more often.”
You let out a loud belly laugh before stumbling slightly over your feet. “Spiderman is a flirt,” you teased. He shrugged his shoulders playfully. The walk home was nice and when you finally arrived at your off campus housing you wished you had more time with the mystery man. “Thank you for walking me home,” you smiled.
“It’s just what I do,” he repeated. You felt a flutter in your stomach and it could have been the alcohol but you wanted to hug him so badly, so you threw your arms around his neck and gently placed your head on his shoulder.
Peter was stunned for a moment until his brain finally registered what was happening. Quickly he put arms around your waist and squeezed you tightly. There was a sense of longing in his arms and you felt it without question.
“Seriously thank you,” you whispered into what you assumed was his ear.
Peter felt a chill run down his spine at your soft voice. He wanted to take off his mask and show you who he was. He wanted you to know that he had been the guy in the subway who was too nervous to talk to you. He wanted you to be hugging Peter Parker and not Spiderman, but he understood that he couldn’t tell you. Eventually you let go and the smile on your face sent his own lips into a curve. “Any time,” is all he could manage to spit out. He watched as you unlocked your door waving at him before disappearing into the building.
The next day he was beyond prepared to get on the subway. He had rehearsed his introduction in the mirror and decided that no matter what he would get to know you. He payed for his pass and practically ran down to catch the subway he was already early for. He waited with an anxious smile on his face hoping that you would be there. When the train finally arrived he immediately recognized your hair from the window. He felt his heart sink as he made his way to the now open doors. He was nervous but that didn’t stop him from sitting one seat to the right of you.
You were caught off guard by his sudden closeness but it didn’t take long for you to get used to it. You listened to Deftones through your headphones and tried to read your book but something about him took all of your attention.
“I like your shoes” You heard a muffled voice say from beside you. Turning you were able to take in all of his features. His dough eyes made you want to smile as they peered through their lashes and over at you.
You looked down at your own feet, momentarily having forgotten what you were wearing. You were met with a flash of colors realizing you had worn you hand embroidered black converse. “Thank you, I did it myself.” You replied while swiftly turning down the volume on the side of your phone.
“That’s really cool, i’ve seen you wear them before and I always wanted to say something.” Peter cursed at himself for going off of his script, but it felt nice to have a natural flowing conversation with you.
“You usually sit on that side right? I almost didn’t recognize you from this angle,” you teased, but you had placed his features almost immediately. The boy laughed an infectious laugh and looked away from you shyly.
“Yah, I’m Peter by the way, Peter Parker.” He smiled and you felt a rush of emotion surge through you. You gave him your name and for some reason put out your hand to be shook. He wiped his palm over his jeans before connecting it with yours. His hands were some how soft despite the calloses. He was warm and you wanted to hold him for a little while longer, but by the time you finally let go the two of you had already been touching for longer than necessary.
“What’re you listening to?” He questioned. He was getting bold now and you both knew it, but you found it charming. You also couldn’t help but appreciate that his boldness was asking about your music rather than your sex life. He was a true gentleman and not far from what you had imagined.
“Changes by Deftones. It’s my favorite song right now,” you replied unable to stop the last part from coming out of your mouth.
“It must be good then,” Peter replied looking through the adjacent window and watching the tunnels fly by.
You turned to watch him. There was a certain happiness about him that you found infectious. Without thinking you took out one of your headphones and motioned it towards him. “Do you want to listen?” you asked almost too comfortably. He hesitated but gratefully took the earbud grasing over your fingers lightly.
For the remainder of the ride you two sat dangerously close listening to your playlist. You both were happy to have finally met and when you reached your stop you gave him your number hoping he would text you, and of course he did.
There's something about Ben Affleck as Daredevil that just makes me so happy. I'm afraid if I write fanfiction about him though that everyone will get mad that it's not Charlie Cox, please tell me I'm wrong.
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I know I have yet to make any meaningful posts but I promise they are coming... you can't rush genius lol. But seriously I would love to get some good writing done but it's tough to starts a new fic without proper inspo.
