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goldenlikedayl1ght · 4 months

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black friday - m. murdock

a/n: an old work i finished because i decided y'all are owed something cute and fluffy. shoutout to all my girlies who were in codependent relationships for so long that they needed to figure out who they were again after ! as always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! warnings: lots of fluff, lots of kissing, lots of talks about a bad ex, reader is rather shy at first, cursing probably but it's late and i'm probably forgetting so much im so sorry also a lot of suggestive behavior because they're in love word count: 4.5k summary: you have a list of things to do within a year of living in new york. matt helps you check everything off- oh, and you fall in love with him, too. it's not on the list, but you do it anyways. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: black friday - tom odell "i wanna go party/i wanna have fun/wanna be happy/could you show me how it's done?/ you look so pretty/pretty like the sun"

For a long time, you thought you’d never get over your ex.

For a long time, you believed that you were it for each other. You’d go the whole nine yards—Kids, a quaint house in your hometown, Sunday dinners.

And for a long time after he broke up with you, you thought you’d never let yourself love again. How could you? How would you allow yourself to be set up for failure, after letting someone know every part of you?

You had been dating him since high school and had been living with him in your first apartment when he broke it off.

Sometimes, it was amazing, and you were never happier. But most days, it had been full of anger and talking him off the ledge all the time. It was makeup sex after arguments you couldn’t remember now.

So, when he did break up with you, you decided to use it as an excuse to run far, far away from your small town. And you found yourself in Hell’s Kitchen.

You land a job at a small law firm, and at first, you just work as a meek little office assistant.

Nelson, Murdock & Page grew by the day, and for a while, you felt out of place. It wasn’t that you were abused or worked to the bone, you just struggled to make friends, and you weren’t very social while getting over your ex anyways.

So, for about two months, you did your job quietly, laughing quietly at the bickering of your bosses, thanking Karen Page for her advice, enjoying coffee with Foggy Nelson, and of course…

Never muttering a word to Matt Murdock. He was just too intimidating. Besides, you still felt like your ex’s eyes were watching your every move, even thousands of miles away, even now.

Then one night, Foggy couldn’t handle it anymore. So, he approached you quietly at the end of a long workday, with a simple phrase.

“This week’s been crazy, huh? Hey, a few of us are going to the bar tonight, did you want to come?”

What were you supposed to say? ‘No, my ex who I don’t talk to wouldn’t like that?’

Please.

“Oh, Uhm.. I don’t know, who else is going?”

“It’ll be me, my wife, Marci, Karen..” He said.

“Sure, I’ll come.” You smiled, before you could stop yourself.

“Awesome! I’ll send you the address! I’m so glad you’re tagging along!” He grins. You’re thrilled too.

“Me too, it’ll be fun.” He begins to walk away but then he turns back around with a snap of his fingers.

“Oh! And Matt is going!”

Why wouldn’t he tell you that in the first place? Why was your face burning? Why was your heart racing?

“Oh, Great.” You told him, now suddenly conscious of everything about that night.

• • •

At the bar, you wound up ordering a drink before you went over to your friends—Well, Coworkers, you wouldn’t call them friends yet, thanking the woman behind the bar.

Then, you made your way over to them where Foggy was playing his wife in Pool—and losing horribly. So, you sit with Karen and Matt, where there is conveniently one seat available, right between the two.

Karen excitedly said your name as you approach adding a, “I can’t believe you came!” Which, ouch, but, fair.

“Well, Foggy was right, this week’s been awful, so I wanted to relax.” You smiled, sitting with them.

“I’m glad,” she said, before asking, “So, why’d you move to New York?” She knew you weren’t from here, so you figured the question would come up eventually.

“Just needed a change of pace from a small town, you know?”

“I do,” she nodded, “Do you like it here?”

Did you like being alone all the time, feeling like you’re always doing something wrong? Like you should run back to your hometown and beg your ex to marry you?

“Yeah, I love it. It’s so different in a way I wasn’t really prepared for, but it’s great.” You lied.

Matt’s blind. Why did it feel like he has this burning gaze into your skin?

“Did you go to college in your hometown, too?”

“Yeah,” You smile. You loved College. You were an early education major and had even gotten your masters in your small community college. You loved teaching, and if you hadn’t moved, you’d have stayed at the school that hired you after student teaching there. But, when you got to the city, you were unable to find consistent work because the demand for teachers was so high.

So here you were, working as an office assistant for a small law firm.

Karen glanced down to her glass and frowned.

“I’m going to grab another drink, do either of you want anything?”

“I’m good, Karen.”

“No, thank you.”

Silence. Sickening silence.

Then, he spoke.

“Do you know how upset I am that you got your drink already?”

What?

You furrowed your brows, confused.

“I’m sorry?”

“I wanted to buy you a drink, but you beat me to it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” You repeated, a light blush on your face.

“Well, I figured it might be nice to wipe the slate clean, considering you haven’t spoken more than ten words to me since you started working with us.”

That was true. There’s just something that feels so wrong about it, even though you worked with him,

“I’m sorry,” you said again, and he just laughed.

“You say that a lot.”

“I’m sor—” You caught yourself, clearing your throat. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, you speak to everyone, just not me. So, I listen and I’m pretty sure you apologize more than anything else.”

Your face was beet red.

“Okay, Okay, I get it. I don’t talk a lot, especially not to you. It’s something I’m working on, I have a whole list of things I’m working on.”

That’s true. You had an actual list of goals you have before your first year in New York is up.

“A list?”

“A list.”

“May I?” He asked, and you sighed, pulling out your phone, your list nestled deep into your notes app.

“Apologize less and talk to you is at the top.” You told him. “Then it’s get a job I love,”

“Ouch.”

“Sorry, Boss.” You took a sip of your drink, “Move into a nicer apartment, and uh..” You sighed softly. “Get over my ex.”

He tilts his head.

“Your ex?”

“The reason I moved here. He broke up with me about six months ago, but we were together for so long it feels like an impossible task.”

Matt knows the feeling.

“It’s an easy enough list. We can help you.” He says, “When did you move to New York?”

“May 1st.”

“Okay, then by May of next year, you should have everything accomplished.”

“We?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna help you.”

“Oh, so now it’s you and not all of you?”

Now it’s his turn to blush.

“You’re rather talkative now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like it.”

• • •

Talking to Matt is easy, you discover quickly.

It’s the apologizing that gets you.

You’re staying late at the office about a month later, while Hell’s Kitchen is amid a blistering heat wave.

You feel like you might die. You’re editing a closing argument Foggy wants to practice when Matt calls your name gently.

“Can I see you in my office for a second?” He asks. You follow him into his office, not really thinking much of it.

“What’s up?” You ask, sitting in the spare chair in his office as he closes the door behind him, going to the seat at his desk.

“Well, remember that list we talked about?”

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t heard much from you this week.”

That’s true, it’s just been sort of a hectic time with cases piling up. You can only do so much work AND talk to your favorite coworker. Yes, Matt had quickly become your favorite person at the office, even after just a month of really trying to open up to him.

He learned about your ex, your holiday traditions and that you hate peppermint.

You learned about his parents, his favorite dessert, and that he dresses up every night to go fight the criminals of New York.

Okay, you technically weren’t supposed to learn that, but you had stopped by his apartment early to drop off a file you were working on, and he had just crawled home and was still in his suit when he answered the door, forgetting completely that you didn’t know.

So now You knew how he was able to tell that you lied to Karen that night at the bar.

“I’m—” You start to apologize, but then you stop yourself. “I’m not sorry, I’ve been busy and so have you, but I do miss talking to you, though I am not sorry.” You say, and he grins.

“That’s my girl.”

Huh.

Your stomach swirls and you beam at the praise.

Wait, what?

You brush it off, before asking,

“Does Daredevil still come out to play even though it’s a hundred degrees out?”

“Will you have your window open with a few bottles of water open for me?”

“Always.”

“Then yes.”

Talking to Matt is rather easy. You have a feeling that soon the apologizing will follow.

• • •

October is the month of figuring out what you want to do with your life.

Sure, you love working in the office, but you are going crazy. You’re under stimulated and the hours are consistently long.

So, you try a lot of things.

You bake, you cook, you take exams, you work tirelessly to try and figure out where you want to work and where you’ll be happiest.

You try doing hair but find yourself uninspired.

You think you might like being a nursing assistant but turns out, you don’t like blood.

But part of you knows your heart isn’t in it, for two reasons.

For one, you want to teach. You want to be teaching young kids’ addition and their spelling and stars. You desperately want to be a great influence in their lives.

And the second thing is..

You don’t want to leave your coworkers.

You love spending time with Karen and Foggy. For a long time, you didn’t have friends outside of your relationship, and they are the best friends you’ve ever had.

Foggy spends long coffee breaks cracking jokes with you and asking for your sandwich order, telling you that you have to stop by his brother’s deli for one of his signature subs. Then he tells you this long-winded story about how his mother wanted him to be a butcher, not a lawyer.

Karen is your favorite girl. She’s not only drop dead gorgeous and ridiculously smart, but she is also kind like no one you have ever met. She texts you when you forget to let her know you’ve gotten home safe, there is always a coffee on your desk when you get there and for your birthday, flowers are on your desk, scribbled with a cute note in her handwriting.

And then, there’s Matt.

He’s your best friend and knows you better than anyone. He loves having you right in the office where he can hear your heartbeat and smell your vanilla coconut perfume. He tells you about his dad and you tell him about your folks.

He knows your Chinese and Thai food orders like the back of his hand, always ordering you some when he gets his. You describe the movies you’re watching in detail, and he hangs on to every word. There is no one who sees you more than him, and he’s quite literally blind. When you tell him about your dream to go back into teaching, he encourages it.

“When I was a kid, I’d have benefited so much from someone like you.”

He asks you to do his makeup for his Halloween costume, no matter how badly it irritates his skin. He likes the idea of your hands so close to his face.

But you’re both critically aware of how, not only is the market flooded, but you’re dreading the day you leave your little office job.

So many people have asked if the two of you are dating. And you both always laugh, because.. because you just love each other in a way that you can’t describe. But no, you’ve never thought about dating Matt Murdock.

Until this one day.

It’s like any other day, really. You have your friends cramped in your tiny apartment and you’re just waiting for Matt’s arrival before you eat dinner for the night.

Karen, Foggy and Marci sit at your little table as you finish cooking, and Marci just glances over to you.

“You need to move to a better apartment.”

“I know, I know,” you laugh, “But she’s so cozy! I love it here!” It was, and is, all you could afford, but you grew to love it.

“Yeah, and I love having leg room.” Foggy chimes.

“You know what, Nelson? You could just, pay me more so I could move somewhere nicer?”

“Touche.” There’s a knock on the door, so you grin and head over there, opening the door for Matt.

And you need to take a second.

He’s holding your favorite bottle of wine, and he’s in these nice dark jeans and a gray sweater under his peacoat.

This thought strikes you.

This thing you thought you’d never feel again after your ex.

Matt Murdock is hot, and you have got to have him.

This is it. The thing you can’t deny any longer. You have a massive crush on the devil that disguises himself as your favorite person. To you, he is an angel.

“Hey,” you say breathily, as if you have it out for yourself. Surely he’ll know. “You didn’t have to bring wine.” You told him, a soft smile on your face.

He steps inside as you take the wine, leaning in to kiss your cheek gently, something he has found himself doing every time he enters your apartment. It’s your routine. He loves this aspect of your dynamic because he has known that he’s wanted you for months. You’ve just been so caught up in everything that you didn’t see it.

“It’s no trouble, thank you for having us,” he says gently.

So this is it.

You just can’t deny it.

You have a massive crush on Matt Murdock, and there isn’t a thing you could do about it. Except maybe kiss him. But for that night, you just kind of relax and pretend you’re already dating him. That’s something you haven’t done in a long time.

You’re beginning to feel like yourself again.

• • •

Nelson Family Christmas celebrations are something of legend for you. For months you’ve heard about it, and you’re on your way to the deli with a handful of presents and two trays of cookies.

You’ve decided that just once, you want a holiday away from your family. Truth be told, you really don’t want to spend your holiday without your best friends.

You have on this stunning outfit—A red sweater, a black skirt and these warm black stockings. Boots to die for.

You know Matt can’t see your outfit, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to dress up for him. It’s weird. This crush thing has been getting out of control.

You’re greeted at the door of the Deli with a crowd full of blonde-haired New York Irish-Italians, and they’re all lovely. You put your presents down and place your cookies on the dessert table. And you love Foggy’s family. They ask you questions constantly, and Foggy’s sister-in-law talks to you for a while about her career in the local high school system.

It’s a joy to meet so many people so full of love.

So, you go over to Foggy as he’s yapping and say gently, “Hey, where’s Matt?”

He grins.

“Why do you want to go kiss him under the mistletoe?” He teases. Your face goes red.

“Shut up! Where is he, Franklin?” You glare and he laughs, patting your arm.

“Upstairs in the hallway.” He says, and as you walk away he calls, “Go get ‘em, Tiger!” You glare and grab a cookie on your way up.

And you find him, standing in a quiet corner of the hallway. You go to open your mouth and he turns to you.

“Merry Christmas,” he leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Matty.” You hum. “Guess what type of cookie I have.”

He sniffs the air and shakes his head. “Give me a taste and I’ll guess.” You hand him the cookie and he put it in his mouth halfway, raising his eyebrows to you.

“What?”

He gestures to the cookie in his mouth, and you laugh, realizing that he wants you to bite the other end, ala Lady and the Tramp. So you lean forward and take a bite, and he eats the rest, inches separating your face as you enjoy your treat.

People chatter down the hallway and Christmas music plays from somewhere. There are so many different foods and people, and all Matt can focus on is the vanilla coconut scent of your perfume. When you’re both finished eating your cookie, his hands find your waist.

“Matt, what are you—”

You don’t get the chance to finish because suddenly he is kissing you in the dark hallway of your friend’s family Christmas party. The kiss is wonderful. He tastes of the cookie you two shared. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

You need more kissing practice because it’s been so long. But you get the feeling that Matt won’t mind helping you out if this is another thing you want to add to your list.

When he pulls away, he’s a bit breathless but he says one thing to you.

“Chocolate chip peanut butter.”

“What?”

“That’s my guess for the cookie type.”

“Wanna kiss me again to confirm?” He grins and his hands travel down, just slightly to feel the materials of your skirt.

“That’s my girl.”

• • •

The next two months fly by in a whirl of kissing Matt, trying to find a teaching job and enjoying your first real winter in New York.

By the time March rolls around, the clock is ticking for you to be able to find a job in this school year. And then, Foggy and Matt get you the best gift ever.

“Mrs. Future Murdock,” You send Foggy a glare.

“Watch it.”

“Okay, listen—You remember that rich guy that was wrongfully accused of tax evasion?”

“Yeah, why?” You’re cleaning up your office space for the weekend, excited to go to Josie’s, have a few drinks and unwind with your very handsome boyfriend.

“Well, he’s a super intendent for a large school district in Hell’s Kitchen.” Your head snaps up to the two.

“What does that mean for me?” You raise an eyebrow.

“There’s an older teacher there who needed to have surgery and we thought, hey, we know a teacher who could sub in.”

“…Who?”

“You.” Matt says, and you grin. “Your interview is Monday.”

You gasp and hug Foggy quickly, before making your way over to Matt.

“You are the absolute best.” You kiss him quickly and his hands, as they often do, find themselves on your hips. “Thank you.”

What a lovely lovely man.

“Don’t thank us yet, you still need to get the job.” Right.

Your night at Josie’s is lovely but you spend the rest of your weekend prepping for the interview on Monday. It goes well, but something in you is telling you to stay anxious. Why? You have no idea.

It takes two weeks for them to get back to you. But you walk into the office of Nelson, Murdock & Page with a big grin. You walk right into Matt’s office, who glances up to you when you walk in, your heart racing.

“Hey, Sweetheart, I—” He cuts himself off when you walk right up to his desk and pull his chair out before finding yourself on Matt’s lap. Your arms wrap around his neck and his arms find your waist. Before he can say much else, you kiss him quickly, and he grins into the kiss. Eventually, when you do pull away, Matt asks, “Everything okay?”

“Matty, consider this to be my two weeks’ notice.”

He gasps happily.

“Oh my god! How awful it is that you’re leaving us!” He grins, kissing you quickly. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you for getting me the interview.” You tell him, “You know if I do well, the teacher might let me coteach with her next year.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Our list is almost done, baby.”

“Your list, not ours.”

“Yeah but you’ve been helping so much.”

“You’re easy to help.”

“You’re easy to love.”

He blushes and decides to kiss his girl again.

• • •

So, in April, a month before your year is up, you find yourself needing a new apartment. The rent is getting crazy, and it’s nowhere near the school you’re working in. Especially considering that the teacher you’re subbing for decided she wanted to retire so you’d be taking over for her full time come Fall.

Plus, your apartment is small and cramped, especially with Matt’s stuff slowly invading your place. You discuss this with him one night. It’s late and he’s covered in cuts from his Daredeviling.

“I hate apartment hunting.” You whine, and he hums, kissing your head gently. “Nowhere is good enough. Too far from the school, too far from you, too expensive.” You complain.

“Why don’t you move in here?”

Huh. Why hadn’t you thought of that? Was it too quick to be moving in with him at this point? Maybe, but something told you Matt wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Really?”

He grins.

“Really. It’s close to the school, a good price, and rather close to me.” You grin and kiss him softly. It’s your favorite habit.

So, two weeks later, you’re hauling boxes into your boyfriend’s apartment. You take a few drawers of his dresser and some of your nicer outfits find their way into his armoire. Your mugs sit comfortably next to his in his cabinets. Your cabinets.

Your throw blanket is draped comfortably across his couch, and your shoes lay next to his.

Your lotion sits next to his first aid kit. You love dating Matt Murdock.

You love that next month will be one year since you moved to New York, and your life is sort of coming together. Glorious Matthew Murdock is your boyfriend. Your job is amazing. Your apartment is wonderful. Matt Murdock is your boyfriend, and he is amazing at kissing you.

• • •

So, Matt knows May is your year since moving to New York. He knows you guys could go to Josie’s and have a normal old time at the bar…

But he wants to do something special for you. So, he asks Foggy, Marci and Karen to get dressed up and go to a bar on the nicer side of town. Not that you don’t love Josie’s but your one year in New York calls for a special occasion.

You decide to wear a nice satin dress and he loves running his hands over the soft fabric. To Mat, you are perfect in every way, and every day he falls deeper and deeper in love with you.

So on a warm May night in Hell’s Kitchen, you sit in a bougie bar with your best friends, boyfriend and enjoy a year since you moved to this wonderful place you now call home. And a year and four months since your ex broke up with you. Truly, for a long time, you thought you’d never get over him.

Now, Matt is all you see.

At some point, a little tipsy, you kiss Matt’s cheek gently and tell him you’re going to grab another drink.

“Do you want anything?” You ask softly.

“Just for you to come back soon. I’ll miss you.” Oh, Tipsy Matt was your favorite.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” You kiss him quick and head off to the bar. You order another drink and wait patiently, taking in just how happy you are in this moment.

Then, a familiar voice calls your name, and you glance over and you can’t believe it.

Your ex-boyfriend is right in front of you, and for a moment, you convince yourself you must be drunker than you realized.

“Wow, you look fantastic!” He says a grin on his face. Was… Was your ex ever… attractive? You can’t remember if he ever was. Especially not since dating Matt.

“Oh, Thanks..” You smile softly, trying to be polite but to get out of here quickly and get back to the arms of your loving boyfriend.

“Are you here with anyone?”

“Yeah.” You told him. “Some of my good friends, and—”

“So, you’re not seeing anyone?” You furrow your eyebrows. When did you say that?

Then, there’s an arm around your waist, and you know whose it is in an instant.

“Hey, Sweetheart.. Is everything okay?” Matt asks, smiling to you. Oh, he knows. He knows big time.

“Everything is great.” You turn to your ex and grin. “This is Matt, He’s my—”

“Fiancé.” Matt ends.

Fiancé?

“Fiancé?” Your ex asks, bewildered.

“Mhm. Got engaged a few days ago, that’s what we’re here celebrating.” You said gently, leaning your head against Matt’s arm.

“Engaged, but you’ve only been here for a year!”

“Well, I wasn’t about to wait around for you to ask me to date you again.” You glance over to Matt. “Besides, when you know you know.” You say softly.

Matt leans in and kisses you gently, “When you know, you know.” He echoes.

Your ex is wildly uncomfortable.

“I thought you said you’d always love me.” He says, and he has that intimidating tone to his voice that you hate.

“Yeah… Me too.. Guess I was wrong. You have a nice night, Okay?” You smile and take your drink, turning to head back to your friends. Your ex is bummed out but leaves you alone, and Matt grins to you further.

“When you know you know.” He hums.

“Fiancé..” You echo. He shrugs gently.

“I like the sound of it.”

“Me too.” You say gently. “I love you.”

“I love you, Sweetheart.” He kisses your cheek. “So… A year in New York.”

“Yup. My list is all done.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I talk to you all the time, and I don’t apologize unless it’s necessary. I love teaching and my job. My apartment is stellar, and… I think it’s safe to say I am over my ex. I upgraded. In fact, my upgrade is so much hotter than anyone else I know.”

Matt leans in to kiss you, a grin on his face, but he mutters a soft, “That’s my girl,” Before he does.

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nelson-et-murdock · 3 years

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Late Nights - Matt Simmons

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Pairing: Matt Simmons x female!reader

Summary: Reader works an office job and a large amount of paperwork needs to be done. Thinking Matt wouldn’t be home for another day at least, reader agrees to stay late at the office and returns home much later than usual and is taken off guard by Matt being home.

Warnings: Mention of stress, implied intruder worries, mention of a gun.

Other info: Matt and reader are married, might be some mistakes and there wasn’t much proofreading done.

Request Status: In masterlist

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Word Count: 1k

Staying late at work wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you, especially when you knew you’d be returning home to an empty house. However, this time you ended up staying exceptionally late compared to when you would usually be leaving the office at 5. As you finished the paperwork that your boss had asked you to stay after and finish, you took note of the green numbers on the digital clock you kept on your desk. 7:42 flashed across the display as you stood up from your desk. You said your goodbyes to the few others who remained at the office before heading out to the parking garage and to your car.

The ride back to your place was spent in a relaxing quiet. Due to the time spent at the office, there was considerably less traffic than your normal commute home. As you pulled into your driveway and turned the car off, you could tell that something was different in your window. Having talked to Garcia earlier in the day, you figured Matt wasn’t home yet and approached the door with extreme caution.

Quietly testing the door, you found that it was unlocked and your heart began to race. There was no sign of Matt in the immediate entryway, so you assumed an intruder must have somehow entered the house. You quietly grabbed the hand-gun that Matt insisted you kept hidden by the door, in case something was to happen when he was away. He didn’t doubt your ability to handle yourself in most situations, but after a string of break-ins involving female victims who were single or otherwise lived alone, he didn’t want to risk a case taking him away and something happening to you. Switching the safety off, you slowly and quietly started inspecting the different rooms, gun in hand in case anyone was still in the house. When you finally made your way to Matt’s office, you could hear noise coming from the other side of the door. You slowly cracked the door open.

Matt sat at his desk, hair slightly disheveled from running his hands through it as he did paperwork, and turned upon hearing the door open. You switched the safety back on and placed the gun on the bookshelf closest to the door, “You’re home early,” was all you said as you took a step closer to him.

“You’re home late,” he responded as he stood up wrapping his arms around you. “I was about 5 minutes from contacting the team,” he said looking down at you before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Sorry,” you said in response as you snaked your arms around his neck, “I was asked to stay late tonight to help out with some additional paperwork and Penelope told me this morning that there wasn’t any sign of you guys returning today so I figured it would be fine if I stayed an extra hour and next thing I knew it was almost 8.”

Matt just smiled as you started to ramble on, something he had watched you do quite often when you had too much on your plate. After a bit of him not saying anything you abruptly stopped your rambling, “What?” you asked him.

“Nothing, I’ve just missed your rambling,” he responded as he pulled you tighter against him. He could tell you were stressed from work, regardless of if you were going to tell him. “Do you want to talk about work?” Matt asked, placing a kiss next to your ear. In the years the two of you had been together, he knew it was best to prompt you to talk about your feelings, without being too pushy.

After thinking for a second you slowly nodded, “Yes, but only if you talk about the case,” you responded. You could tell by his appearance that he had been through a lot in the past week. The details of his work were usually something that Matt tried to shield you from, as he felt that you already dealt with enough being a paralegal. Throwing his head back in defeat, Matt reluctantly agreed to the request.

For the next few hours, the two of you confided in each other about everything that had happened in the time that Matt was away. The lawyer you worked for had taken on an additional case last minute, and you were the main paralegal assisting on the case, in addition to the cases you were already assisting on prior to him taking it on. As you confided in Matt when it came to the additional stress and feelings of being so busy you felt that you weren’t making a dent in everything that needed to be done, he pulled you into his lap.

“I just feel like I’m not making an impact because every time I complete one task, there are 10 more new ones to finish and I haven’t been keeping up with housework as much I should be either and I feel bad because you’re working and away far more than I am and I’m sorry,” you rambled on, barely above a whisper.

“Baby no, you have nothing to apologize for,” he assured you as he kissed your temple. “I am proud of you, you are working your ass off and doing amazing. I couldn’t be happier to be able to call you my wife.”

“I love you,” you said, placing a soft kiss on Matt’s jaw, “how did I get so lucky?”

“I love you too,” Matt responded, gently turning your face with his thumb and looking you in the eye, “but I am definitely the lucky one,” he stated before kissing you sweetly.

Shortly after the conversation the two of you had, you decided it was best to take the day off from your respective jobs tomorrow. Emily approved of Matt staying home, so long as he was able to come in if the team got an actual case, and your boss had a similar outlook and trusted that you could finish anything you hadn’t done already after the weekend was over.

Knowing that the two of you had nowhere to be in the morning now, you decided to spend time just enjoying each other's company until sleep overcame both of you in the late hours of the night.

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beauvibaby · 4 years

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fight - m.barzal

Requested: [x] yes [] no

request-hi!! can you write something with mat where you guys get into a really bad fight and are on the verge of breaking up and all the WAGS and shocked and they’re comforting you and all the boys are just trying to knock some sense into mat about the whole argument

a/n: thank you @softstarkey for helping with the argument!! 🥺

You sat, watching as Mat spoke to her. some of the other girlfriends and wives huddled around you at the table. “Earth to Y/N.” Sydney snapped her fingers in front of you. Her hand rested way too close to his on the bar, was he really that oblivious, or was he simply trying to brush it off. “Seriously, you’ve both been off all night, you practically ran from each other when you got here.” She sighed, looking at you for an explanation, “do I need to send my Matt over there?” She added with a glare towards the back of your boyfriends head. Normally you would laugh at this, but when you stayed silent she looked over to see your tear filled eyes. “Oh, honey.” She gasped, sliding closer to you. “What happened?” You gave her a look and began to tell her all about the fight.

“Mat, I don’t like that.” You spoke pointedly, arms crossed as you looked at your boyfriend who had just been messaging a girl on Instagram, better yet, a former fling. “She’s not doing any harm.” He replied, raising a brow as he looked you up and down, “you look pretty.” He added, in hopes of digging himself out of the hole he threw himself in, you scoffed, “nice try, Barzal.” You sighed, it was about time for you guys to be leaving for the bar, meeting up with your friends but apparently your time would be better spent arguing. “I’m not trying to be one of those girls, but I don’t like you talking to her.” You explained, seeing how quickly it got under his skin, “you don’t trust me?” He retaliated. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I trust you, I don’t trust her.” You stepped closer to him, shocked when he stepped back, an almost disgusted look on his face. “If you trust me you shouldn’t worry, it’s that simple.” His words stung, like he had never been weary of certain guys you spoke too, “it’s not that simple! Mat you used to fuck her before you met me, and now all of a sudden she’s sliding into your dms, clearly she wants to hookup.” You snapped, his eyebrows shooting up at your choice of words. “So classy, Y/N.” He muttered, “it’s true! Does it make you feel better if I say you had sex with her? Is that better for you?” You defended, an edge to your voice that you hadn’t had to use in an argument in a long time. “You’re really going to do this? Now? We need to leave.” Mat responded, tugging at his hair, trying to keep himself from snapping. “Yes, we’re doing this now! Can’t you see why it bothers me? I’m not saying you can’t talk to any girls, I’m just trying to tell you she’s not being innocent.” You spoke, trying to keep your voice level, he wasn’t looking at you when he spoke, you caught part of what he said. Insecure.

“What?” You quipped, stepping in front of him. “Nothing.” He mumbled, but you wouldn’t give it up that easy. “Say it to my face, Mathew.” You snapped, he met your gaze, and you could see the look in his eyes, the one he gets during games when he’s pissed, the one where his sense of right and wrong disappears. “You’re just being insecure, and jealous.” The words stung worse than a slap to the face. You didn’t move, you stared blankly at him, had he really thrown that in your face, something he knew you struggled with when you started dating him. “Right, should I be insecure? Should I be jealous? ‘Cause she’s more of your type than me? Thanks for reminding me.” You seethed, his face fell, “that’s not, you are, are you serious?” He went through a range of emotions, settling back on anger. “You’re asking me if I’m serious? When you just threw the biggest insecurity I have in my face? Yes I’m serious.” You deadpanned, walking past him, he watched as you grabbed your clutch, slipping your wedges on, “what are you doing?” He questioned, walking closer to you. “We are going to the bar to meet our friends, because otherwise we’re going to be late, and I’m afraid we are both going to say even more things we regret.” You spoke, your voice cracking at the end. He didn’t say anything, only nodded with a straight lipped look, walking out the door, not waiting for you. A tear slipped from your eye, you quickly dabbed it away, pushing your anger and more importantly, your heart break aside. He was standing by the elevator, you knew he could tell you wanted to cry, he always knew, and he never, not even during your biggest of fights, he didn’t ever ignore it, until tonight.

Sydney stared at you in shock, “he’s an idiot.” She snapped, taking a long sip of her drink as she glared at the girl who was still attempting to flirt with Mat, the girl. The one from Instagram, coincidence that she was here, you wouldn’t believe that for a second. “Sydney, Sydney, what are you doing?” You gasped, grabbing her hand when she stood up, “I’m not going to say anything to him, I’m just going to tell Matt to see what’s up.” She assured you, she wasn’t going to sit here and do nothing. You watched her walk over to the group of guys, she placed a quick kiss to her husbands lips before speaking in his ear, he looked over to you, a knowing look on his face. He nodded, placing his hand on her back for a moment as he said something in return, she smiled up at him brightly before bouncing back over to you. “He’ll talk some sense into him.” She assured you, “drink.” She demanded, sliding your glass over to you, you had barely touched it for the whole hour you’ve been here. “You need to take the edge off.” She whispered, seeing the way your eyes widened as a couple of the guys approached Mat. “Don’t let him catch you looking.” She chastised, nudging your shoulder. “I don’t know if I want to go home with him tonight.” You admitted, your heart shattering at the words, “I need to use the bathroom.” You whimpered, rushing to your feet, of course, you had to walk right past the guys to get to it. Mat had his back to you, so he didn’t catch the tears in your eyes, but Tito did, his eyes lingering a moment too long, Mat looked back and saw you rushing away, guilt hitting him like a truck.

“What’s the deal?” Tito snapped, catching his friends attention, “what?” Mat played dumb, “Y/N just ran off crying, you guys have stayed away from each other all night, normally you don’t let her out of your sight.” Tito raised his eyebrows. “Sydney said Y/N is upset, what did you do?” Martin sighed, Mat looked between the two guys, feeling the guilt eat away at him completely. “Fuck.” He muttered running a hand through his hair again. “She got mad because I was talking to a girl on Instagram.” Mat admitted, “hey!” He snapped when Martin slapped the back of his head. “Why the hell would you do that when you’ve got her right there?” He quipped, Tito nodding in agreement. “There’s more.” Mat whispered, “oh Jesus.” Tito shook his head, “I said she was being insecure and jealous, it was someone I used to have a fling with.” Mat spoke barely above a whisper but he was certain his friends heard him when he looked up and they were staring at him like he was joking. “You’re fucking joking right?” Martin quipped, setting his beer down, crossing his arms as he looked to the younger boy. “I know, I know, I’m an idiot.” Mat groaned, covering his face in his hands, “a huge idiot.” Tito piped up, he had grown close to you, seeing you quite often as he was Mat’s best friend around here. “She was crying when we left the apartment, but I was too pissed to say anything.” Mat added, figuring he might as well spill all the dirt, since they already knew everything else. “Sydney.” Martin cautioned when his wife stomped over, “she doesn’t know I’m telling you this, and she better never find out, but she told me she doesn’t want to go home with you tonight, so you better go fix this. Now.” She demanded and no one missed the way Mat’s face fell when he heard that his own girlfriend didn’t want to go home with him. “Y/N!” Mat called, he saw you trying to sneak back to your table, but you froze when you heard his voice. “Baby, I’m-“ “Don’t baby me, Mat, I don’t want to do this here.” You cut him off, turning to face him.

“Please, can we just go outside and talk?” He asked, reaching for your hand, you shook your head. “No, Mat, I can’t, not tonight, I think I’m just going to go to my place for a few days.” It was almost as if the both of you had forgotten you even had your own studio apartment, you were always at Mat’s or even if it was your place, he was there, and the thought of being without him made you uneasy, but you couldn’t stand to look at him anymore. You leaned up, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, lingering for a moment before stepping back, forcing yourself to keep it together until you got outside of the bar, already ordering an Uber as the tears started to flow.

***

Two days, two days has felt like an eternity, Mat had reached out both days, multiple times, you’d give him one word answers or no answers at all.

“Are you coming to the game?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Work.”

He knew it was lies, he knew you were angry and he was growing tired of this, he was trying to avoid going over there without your permission, not wanting to push any further. You jumped as the buzzer to your apartment went off, you walked over to the box, you knew deep down whose voice was going to come across the line. You pushed the button, “hello?” You spoke, “Y/N, please let me in, we need to talk.” Mat rushed, afraid you would hang up. You didn’t say anything, buzzing him in and waiting by the door, anxiously bouncing on your feet, you heard him stop outside the door, and you couldn’t help yourself, you unlocked it swinging it open before he could even knock. You took in the disheveled look of his hair, eyes trailing down to his, seeing how tried he looked, before seeing him in sweatpants and a hoodie, and as terrible as it sounds you were so glad he looked as bad as you felt. “Y/N, I’m an idiot, I don’t know why I said that, it’s the farthest thing from the truth. I was just trying to be nice to her and I told myself she wasn’t trying to come in between us, but you were right, god baby I’m sorry.” He rushed, stepping into your apartment as you just stood there in shock. “You’re the best person for me, I can’t believe I let you think otherwise, and you’re so much prettier than any of those god awful girls are.” He spoke again, stepping over to you, he reached for your hand to take it off the door so he could shut it. You allowed him to, trying to think of words, but nothing came to your mind. “Y/N, talk to me.” Mat whispered, grabbing your chin to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. “Baby.” He mumbled, watching as you squeezed your eyes shut. “You’re not the one who’s supposed to make me feel like that.” You whimpered, and he was so glad your eyes were shut as he was certain his were glazed over at the hurt tone in your voice.

“I know.” He had nothing else to say, he knew he messed up, he knew it was wrong. “How am I supposed to know you won’t do that again?” You finally opened your eyes, letting the few tears fall so your vision could adjust. “You have to trust me, do you still trust me?” He whispered, cupping your face, you bit your lip, nodding slowly. “I love you so much, you’re the best thing that happened to me, I was so dumb, so fucking dumb to even say those things.” He pulled you against his chest, you hesitated but wrapped your arms around him, hiding your face in the fabric of his hoodie. “My girl, my beautiful girl.” He sighed against your hair, “please don’t let me stay away from you again, I slept like shit.” You admitted, earning a deep laugh from him. “No, never.” He tilted your head up and kissed you, god how you missed this. “I love you too.” You finally answered from earlier, barely moving away from him. He smiled against your lips, chasing them when you pulled away. “No, nope, you’re not going anywhere.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist keeping you locked in place. He had a grin on his face that would never go away as long as he had you like this, wrapped up in his arms and head thrown back in laughter.

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sweetyyhippyy · 3 years

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Part of You. Spencer Reid x OC! Character. Chapter 20.

Chapter 20: Questions.

(Not my gif)

Summary: Aftermath of the car accident from the previous chapter. Bridgett worries about the baby. And questions arise.

TW: Mentions of a car accident. Blood. Death and dead body. Mentions of throwing up. Hospital. Arguing.

Word count: 2.6k

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Everything slowly begins to settle back into focus as Bridgett’s eyes flutter open. At first she didn’t know where she was or what had happened, she just knew her body was sore. Bridgett shifts in her seat, rolling her head slowly to look around the car. Instantly her head begins pounding, the whole car still feeling like it was spinning but she knew they had stopped. She grunts as she unbuckles her seatbelt, feeling the belt slide across her sore body. She feels something wet under her nose as she pushes the hair out of her face, she brings her hand under her nostrils feeling the thick substance with her fingers and looking to see blood covering her three middle fingers.

“Are you alright?” Luke’s voice comes from the side of her. She sees the window was broken, Luke standing outside.

“My head.” She mutters.

“Okay, let’s get you out.” Luke opens the door, taking Bridgett’s hands and guiding her out of the car.

She grips onto his arms, feeling unsteady on her feet as she stands for the first time. “My head is pounding and I feel dizzy.”

“You probably have a concussion. It looks like you hit your head on the window, you have a nasty cut on the side of your head.”

“Luke?” JJ calls out from the car.

“Stay here.” He says, running over to assist JJ.

Bridgett turns to find the car, wanting to hold herself up against it, and when she turns, she sees Stephen’s body in the seat next to hers, his eyes were closed, and his face was covered in blood. Bridgett watched for any signs of breathing from his chest, but after staring at him for almost a minute, she saw nothing.

“Oh my god.” She whispers, covering her mouth with her hand as she begins to cry.

He has a wife. Two kids. How are we going to tell Monica?

From across the car she sees Penelope and Matt rushing over to JJ and Luke, checking in on JJ who was saying she couldn’t see.

“Stephen?” Penelope's voice calls out.

Bridgett looks up at her friend, tears still in her eyes as she makes her way over to them.

“Stephen?” She repeats, looking at him through the window.

Bridgett takes Penelope’s hand, holding it in hers as they look at their team member. “He’s gone.” Bridgett sobs.

Both of the women remain quiet as they stay put, not wanting to leave him by himself.

“Oh my god, I didn’t even ask, are you okay?” Penelope asks.

Bridgett turns her head a little too quickly, her vision going blurry. She grips onto Penelope’s hand, feeling a wave of nausea and disorientation come over her.

“What’s wrong?” Penelope asks.

“I feel like I’m going to be sick.” Bridgett says, closing her eyes and breathing in deep.

“Okay, the medics just got here. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

Bridgett squats down, breathing in deeply, trying to keep herself from throwing up.

“Bridge, the baby. Is the baby okay? Do you feel okay?” Penelope asks.

The baby…

Bridgett hadn’t even thought about the baby.

Bridgett looks up and Penelope, worry written on her face. “I don’t know.”

“Okay don’t panic, let me get a medic over here.” Penelope says, running off.

“Where’s Emily? Has anyone seen her?” Rossi calls out, limping around the road.

Bridgett looks around at everyone who had vacated the cars, maybe they had simply overlooked her, but everyone else was accounted for. She tries to stand back up, but she falls into the car, still feeling dizzy.

“Woah, sit back down for a minute. We need to check you out.” The medic says, helping Bridgett back onto the ground.

“Do you know where Emily is? She was in the other car.” Bridgett asks the woman.

“The police are trying to find her. I need you to focus on me and what I’m doing, okay?”

***

A nurse wheels the gurney Bridgett is laying in through the ER, right behind Rossi.

“Can you do me a favor?” Bridgett asks the nurse behind her. “The man over there in the tie, he’s my boyfriend, can you keep him out of the room? I’m pregnant and he doesn’t know, and I don’t want him to know yet.”

“Yes ma’am.” The nurse replies.

Spencer spots Bridgett right away, rushing over to her. “Are you okay?” He asks, holding her hand.

“I’m fine.”

He begins to follow them into the room, but the nurse stops him at the door.

“I’m sorry, but we have to run some tests on her, we can’t have you in the room just yet.”

“But she’s- I’m her boyfriend. I just want to make sure she’s okay.”

“I understand, but we need to run tests on her. We will let you see her when we’re done.”

“Spence, I’m fine. Go check on the rest of the team.” Bridgett says, running her thumb over his knuckles.

“I’ll come back to check on you.” He says, leaning down to kiss the uninjured part of her head. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Bridgett replies as he walks out of the room.

“What we’re going to do is get an ultrasound done and check on the baby, okay? Make sure there’s no damage to the uterus or placenta. We’re more than likely going to keep you until tomorrow evening to make sure baby and you are okay.”

Bridgett nods her head, getting comfortable on the bed.

***

Hours had passed by, all Bridgett wanted to do was go to bed, but with her concussion, she couldn’t. Thankfully all the tests and ultrasound had come back with a good outcome, the baby was okay and everything was normal. She got blips of information from Penelope about what was going with finding Emily, and that Spencer was having a rough time mentally.

“Just checking in on you, sweetheart.” Her nurse walks in, checking the machines behind her.

“I’m just tired.” Bridgett responds.

“I know, we’ll get you up and walking around here in a bit. Your friends have been asking about you, are they okay to come see you?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I just wanted to make sure the baby was okay before anyone came in.”

“Can I ask a personal question, why are you keeping it a secret?”

“Well, I’m an FBI agent, I can’t work in the field if I’m pregnant and I’m not 100% ready to give that up yet, but after tonight I think I am.”

“And you’re keeping it from your boyfriend? He’s a cutie by the way.”

Bridgett laughs, “Thank you. And I just want to find the right time to tell him that’s all. He was… away, for a while, and he came back tonight so I haven’t told him.”

“Well, I don’t know you two, but i can tell you two love each other very much.”

“We do. We’ve been in love for over 10 years.”

“Young love. Reminds me and my late husband.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, honey. It’s been about 6 years now. He was overseas serving our country, and he passed away a hero. We were together since we were 18, we had 26 wonderful years, 6 beautiful kids. He used to look at me just like your boyfriend looks at you. If he’s anything like my Michael was, he’s going to be thrilled when you tell him you’re pregnant.”

“I think so too. He doesn’t have to wait much longer.”

There’s a knock at the open door, JJ standing in the doorway.

“Hey, are you allowed visitors?”

“Yeah, come in.” Bridgett says.

“I’ll come back in 30 to check on you.” The nurse says, walking out of the room.

JJ walks in, sitting at the end of Bridgett’s bed. “How are you?”

“My head is throbbing, my body hurts, and I feel like I’m going to be picking glass out of my hair for the next 6 months. How are you?”

“I’m okay. Just going crazy not knowing what’s going on. I’m worried about Emily. Monica’s here. She uh…” JJ clears her throat. “She said her goodbyes to Stephen.”

Bridgett groans softly, shaking her head. “How bad did she take it?”

“Like you’d expect. Monica’s strong but having to say goodbye to your husband so unexpectedly… I can’t imagine.”

“God me either.”

“Guess you and Spence didn’t have the homecoming you wanted.”

“No, but I’m just glad he’s home. Thank you for being there for him when I couldn’t be. And being there for me too.”

JJ smiles and holds Bridgett’s hand. “Of course. You guys are my family and that’s what family does.”JJ’s phone rings from her hand, she puts it on speaker. “Hey Luke.”

“Hey. How are you guys holding up?”

“Okay. Any word on Emily?” Bridgett asks.

“Yeah, we got her. She’s okay, a little banged up but we’re on our way to the hospital to get her all patched up.”

Both women breathe out a sigh of relief at the update.

“What about Scratch?” Bridgett asks.

“He’s dead. We won’t have to worry about him anymore.” Luke responds.

For the second time that night, relief envelops Bridgett’s body and mind. It was truly one last thing that she had to worry about ever again.

***

A few days had passed since the night from hell happened. Spencer didn’t want to go back to his apartment, so he had been staying with Bridgett at her place. He had been taking care of her since she was still sore and tending to the cuts on the side of her head. Neither of them had talked much about the events leading up to Spencer’s arrest, but it wasn’t the time. They had just gotten back from Stephen’s funeral, which was emotionally draining to say the least.

Bridgett dresses herself after drying her body off, stepping out of a much needed shower, she grabs a pair of athletic shorts and throws a plain blue big shirt over her body, letting her hair air dry. She walks out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, seeing Spencer fast asleep on the bed. She quietly picks up the clothes off the floor she had thrown about when they got home, throwing them in the hamper in the corner of the room.

“Are you going to come lay down with me?” Spencer mutters, his eyes still closed.

Bridgett smiles, walking back and climbing into bed, snuggling up behind Spencer, wrapping her arm around his waist.

He gladly let her hold him for a change, enjoying the feeling of her touch.

“Can I ask you a question?” Bridgett peeps from behind him.

Spencer turns around, opening his eyes to look straight at hers. Bridgett smiles at him sweetly, touching his cheek lightly with her fingers.

“Before you ask your question, I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too, baby boy.” She responds, kissing the tip of his nose. “So, my question, and I promise I’m not mad about it, I’m just curious, why did you lie about Mexico?”

The question takes him off guard, even if he wanted to lie, he couldn’t. Especially looking into the eyes he was so in love with.

“I shouldn’t have, I know.”

“By why did you?”

Spencer sighs, making a flat expression. “I… I just wanted to help my mom. The medicine I was giving her isn't cleared here but all the research I did I wanted to give it a try.” He clears his throat, trying to prevent himself from falling apart.

“You could have told me what you were doing Spence. I’m your girlfriend and that’s what I’m here for. For you to confide in.”

“For you to talk me out of it?”

“I wouldn’t ha-.”

“You’re telling me you would have been okay with me going to Mexico every few weeks to get illegal medicine for my mom? Putting my life at risk, my job, all of that?” Spencer begins to raise his voice at her.

“Don’t start yelling at me.” Bridgett spits, sitting up in bed and scooting away from him.

Spencer takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. This just isn’t the conversation I wanted to have right now.”

“Well when do you want to schedule a time to have this conversation, Spencer? I wasn’t mad, but now, I am.”

“Mad at what? The fact that I lied to you and you didn’t realize?”

Bridgett shoots him a dirty look, getting off her bed quickly. Not bothering to respond to him.

“And now you’re walking away?”

“Yes I’m walking away!” Bridgett yells, whipping her head around. “I’m sorry that I fucking care about you and was scared shitless when I got that call from that drunk, that you were in jail. I’m sorry that I was fucking concerned for your fucking well-being. And I’m fucking sorry that I want to know why you felt the need to fucking lie to me and the rest of the team.” She yelled. “This was the worst 3 months of my life. Worrying about if I was ever going to see you again outside of prison. I was terrified when I found out you stabbed yourself, I thought you were losing your goddamn mind! And it wasn’t like I could go see you, because you refused to see me!”

“Because Luke said you were always a mess after coming to see me. Why would I continue to put you through that?” Spencer yells back.

“Because even though I was a mess after seeing you, what pulled me through was the thought of seeing your face again. You kept me sane! Pulled me out of the slump I was in. You know how heartbroken I was when I got sent away and told I wasn’t authorized to see you? Only to find out you were the one who took me off this list. What if we didn’t get lucky, and you stayed in prison until you went to trial? The thought of not being able to see you all those months, killed me.” Her voice breaks at the end, losing her composure. Wiping her eyes with the collar of her shirt. “Fuck I’m so sick of crying.” She mutters loud enough for Spencer to hear.

Spencer gets off the bed, walking up to her and pulling her against him. He rubbed the back of her head as she cried into his chest. He felt like an ass for yelling at her and getting angry at her for asking a question. “I’m sorry. For everything. Lying, keeping you away, yelling at you. All of it. I’m sorry.” His own voice breaking.

Bridgett looks up at Spencer, grabbing his face. “Look at me, do not lie to me ever again. I don’t care if it’s illegal, if you think I’m going to talk you out of it. Do not do this to me again. Promise me.”

Spencer nods his head softly. “I promise.” Kissing her forehead, holding his lips against her. He snakes his arm underneath the back of her shirt, his cold limb making goosebumps scatter through Bridgett’s body.

“I love you.” Bridgett says against his chest, clinging onto the shoulder of his shirt. She picks her head up and stretches up to kiss him.

Spencer firmly kisses her back, making her press up against him.

They hadn’t had sex since Spencer had been back. Once Bridgett had gotten out of the hospital the other night, both of them slept like the dead, almost a whole 18 hours. Then Spencer was helping his mom move her belongings to a new care facility. All the emotional and physical obstacles they’ve both been dealing with. It was finally time to give him his proper homecoming.

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thelukesalvez · 4 years

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Our Place

Description: You ask Luke to sign the divorce papers, but he decides to try one last time.

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Word count: 3k

Warnings: Angst

The two of you had made a promise. For better or for worse- til death do us part. And now that he thought about it, maybe you’d kept that promise. After all, he was feeling like he was dead inside. He didn’t know if he was a helpless romantic or if he was just too stubborn to break that promise.

Or if he just couldn’t bear the idea of losing the love of his life.

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“You’re not going to meet your wife at a club, so just relax,” Matt had said close to his ear, patting his shoulder in a condescending manner. They sat at the bar of the club, and Matt was trying to lighten Luke’s mood. “But you can get laid, which really is our only goal here.”

He guessed that Matt was right- but that didn’t take his attention away from the girl sitting at the end of the bar.

“You’re not helping, Matt,” Luke had replied, trying to look nonchalant while the most gorgeous girl he’d seen in his entire life glanced at him.

“Actually, I am.” Matt tilted his chin not so subtly towards the girl.

When Luke looked up, the girl was smiling at him. She tips the clear drink in her hand towards him, like a salute of some sorts. Luke blinked, confused, and looked back at Matt.

A stuttered “What?” was the only thing he could say.

After an eye roll followed by a long-suffering sigh, Matt smirked, “I told the barman to give that girl a drink and say it was from you.”

“You what?” Luke gasped.

“You’re welcome,” Matt said, patting his shoulder again. “Now go talk with her, or you'll look like a dick.”

“I hate you,” Luke mumbled, but Matt couldn’t hear him as he got up to walk away.

It wasn’t the first time Matt had embarrassed Luke ― or pushed him in the right direction, in his own words ― at a club. The thing was that Luke wasn’t the most confident man to exist when it came to girls. But he always tries hard, and he’s gotten really good at pretending. So, he finished his beer in two deep swallows and walked towards the girl, acting like liquid courage was a thing.

The girl stared at Luke with a small, almost shy smile while he walked towards her.

With a grin, Luke came closer and said, “Hi, I’m Luke.” He knew his chat up line was lame, but he was a polite person and he thought it was only right to introduce himself first. “Sorry if I overstepped,” he added, and looked at the just emptied glass of alcohol.

“I’m Y/N.” Even her voice was beautiful.

Luke smiled. “I don’t know-” he sputtered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Would you wanna dance or something?”

“Not really,” you had laughed, cringing a little. Instantly, Luke’s shoulders deflated, and opened his mouth to apologize again for bothering you, when you quickly added, “But you can sit, and buy me another drink.”

...

In the end, Matt was wrong. Well, partially wrong at least, because Luke did get laid that night ― but he also found his wife.

Luke wasn’t sure why he walked to the park that he and you had gone for your first official date. At the time, you had called it a ‘dog date’, because you used the excuse of taking your dogs to play at the park to see each other again. There was a river there and you sat while Roxy and your dog played in the water.

The two of you kept going there with your dogs until you decided to officially make this into something it already was.

Luke had asked you to marry him there, too ― with an expensive ring and kneeling and flowers and a bleeding sunset pouring across the sky from above.

“What is it about this place?” Luke had beamed at you, admiring the ring on your finger with the backdrop of the flowing river.

You had smiled, standing on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips. “It’s our place,” you said, claiming the spot proudly.

“Our perfect place,” Luke confirmed.

You had gone there for your anniversary the next year as well. And then again the year after that.

The year after that though, was when everything started to crumble.

...

“It’s our anniversary, Luke. Don’t you remember? ” you hissed angrily on the phone, and okay, Luke knew he promised he’d be there- but work had gotten in the way.

“You know I want to be there- but this case just came in. We can celebrate next week,” he said, apologetically, trying to make things better.

You had plans to go to the river again, but Luke’s work was demanding. For the most part, you accepted that and supported him, but Luke could see that you weren't happy. Luke spent too much time at work ― and when he was at home, he was too tired to do anything besides sleep.

“Or you could tell your boss that it’s our anniversary and come meet me at the river,” you snapped back.

“You’re already there?” Luke asked, surprised. He looked at the clock and saw he had an hour before the time you had agreed to meet. Then, he understood. You were already there because you must have planned something special, which meant you were getting something ready. “Baby, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry. Just be here, ” you said, sighing tiredly.

“I’m already on the jet,” Luke sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I called you now so I could catch you at home.”

You were quiet and Luke didn’t know what to say.

“Okay, ” you finally said, after a minute of silence, which startled Luke.

“I swear, as soon as I get home from this case, I’ll set aside some time and we can have a special night- just you and me,” Luke said. The defeat in your voice, paired with the easy acceptance made his skin crawl, and he should be thankful, but something felt off.

“Okay,” you said again. “Have a safe trip.” You hung up before Luke could say anything else.

...

Luke thought that walking in the park would be good for him- like closure of sorts. But he guessed wrong. All it did was make the manilla folder with the divorce papers inside feel heavier in his hands. As he sat on the familiar bench, the packet clutched tightly between his grasp, he couldn’t help the tears glistening in his eyes. He wanted to tear them to shreds, throw the remnants into the river, watch them wash away and disintegrate into nothingness- he wanted to do anything but sign them.

The worst part was that Luke couldn’t sit here and wonder where it all went wrong. He couldn’t claim his innocence and plead that he did nothing wrong. He knew what he did. He knew what he didn’t do. What he didn’t know was when you decided to give up.

...

“Luke, you said you’d make time for us-” you said, and you didn’t sound angry, just really, really tired.

Luke had learned that he couldn’t schedule a date ahead of time, because he could never predict when the team would have a case and he’d have to be whisked away to some other part of the country. So he decided that he would just ask you to go out spontaneously and try to do this at least a few times a month.

The thing is, when he gets home he’s drained. Physically and emotionally exhausted, and he couldn’t even think about going out.

“I know, I’m working on it,” Luke said, from where he had collapsed on the couch.

You had mumbled something under your breath that Luke didn’t quite catch.

“What was that?” Luke had asked.

“Nothing.” You sighed and sat by his side on the couch, leaning into him.

Luke frowned. “I can’t understand you when you mumble. How can I stop doing what bothers you if you don’t tell me?”

“Because I have told you, Luke. More times than I can even count. I’m married, but it feels like I don’t have a husband.” You snapped, leaning away from Luke’s side.

“Babe, you know I can’t just not go to work,” Luke frowned.

“Actually, you can. You could quit that job and maybe find one that doesn’t keep you there eighteen hours a day,” you said.

Luke was shocked. “This is my dream job-I can’t just quit it.”

“You can, you just don’t want to.”

“We’re not having this fight. I don’t want to fight about it again,” Luke said, and got up from the couch.

“You used to apologize when you were wrong,” you mumbled, crossing your arms tightly.

“Yeah. I would, if I was wrong.”

No one says anything for a while, and for a second, Luke can see that your anger and hardened features give way to a look of hurt. A tear slips down your face before you can wipe it away.

“Why did you stop trying?” You whisper, your voice trembling.

Luke hates himself for making you cry and tremble and hurt. He’s stunned and can’t come up with an answer soon enough.

His silence is enough of an answer for you, though. And with that, you went to the bedroom.

...

The wind blew the folder so hard it almost flew away. Luke tightened his fist to prevent the pages from flying everywhere. There was no comfort or closure for him at this park.

The folder with the divorce papers made sure of that.

...

Luke made his way back home. To the home you two shared- although it barely looked like you lived there anymore. Luke supposed you didn’t. You spent the nights at your sisters house, and he could only assume popping back in during the day, while he was at work. Each night he came home, more and more of your things were missing.

The pen was on the table, and Luke picked it up while he flipped the pages until he found where he was supposed to sign. You had already signed it, and Luke just stared at your signature for a while.

The point of the pen was poised over the line in which Luke should put his signature. His hand was trembling so much that he dropped it, exasperated.

You were right, he stopped trying. Every time you complained, Luke knew you were right, and knew that apologies wouldn’t change anything, so he stopped with the empty promises and instead started to keep quiet.

He chose a job over you, waited until it was too late- when you had already left him. And he accepted that he no longer had the right to ask you to stay.

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? He never really asked you what you wanted, never talked about how you two could find a balance together. You always tried to talk, but Luke would choke on his feelings and wait until he was under so much pressure, he couldn’t even think of what to say. Which only ever made things worse.

Maybe it wasn’t too late to tell you everything he’s realized since you’d left. But you didn’t want to see him right now- Luke doubted that you ever would.

Why did you stop trying?

Your words echo in Luuke’s head and he breathes deeply. You deserve someone who would fight for you, someone who realized your worth and your value. He picked up a clean sheet of paper and started to write.

‘Baby,

I know you don’t want to see me, but please, please- read this.

I’m not good at talking about how I feel, you know that better than anyone. That’s why I decided to write a letter. Because I do feel- even if I can’t talk about it. And you at least deserve to know that. I need to tell you some things, and you might think it’s too late, and maybe it is. But I want you to know- above all else, that I understand. I mean, I understand why you left, and I understand why you don’t want to see me. I hurt you. I know I hurt you- and you’re still hurting.

It has killed me to know that I disappointed you. To know I’m the reason behind your pain. And I am so sorry.

I have been so focused on not breaking the promise we made on our wedding day, that I forgot all the other promises I made to you. The ones I didn’t keep. And because of that, I lost not just my wife, but my best friend too.

There’s some things I should have said to you… The first one is that I don’t want to divorce you- I never wanted you to leave. I didn’t say anything before, because I thought I didn’t have the right to try to stop you from leaving. But me not speaking up made you think I didn’t care. And that’s another thing I didn’t say before, but I’m saying now: I do care. I care and I miss you so much it hurts.

Our home doesn’t have a meaning without you. It’s too big and too empty, and I see your ghost in every room. I can hear you humming in the kitchen when I close my eyes.

Maybe I’m too late, maybe your mind is made up- but I have to say it. I have to let you know I care.

I almost ripped the divorce papers up today, but I didn’t. They’re still here. I haven’t signed them. I will if you want me to. Just not until you read this letter. Because I’m telling you- I don’t want to sign them.

I love you. And I want to see you again, to talk about this face to face. I’ll be at our place tomorrow and I’ll take the divorce papers with me. If you go, we can talk about it. If you don’t go, I’ll sign them.

If, in the end, you don’t want to go, just know that I understand. I understand and I’m sorry and I’ll love you until the day I die.

This is me, trying.

Luke’

...

Luke was anxious. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, and he went to the park early in the morning. He knew you wouldn’t arrive early, if you even arrived at all. But Luke didn’t want to just wait around at home.

He sat on your bench, under the tree, looking at the river flowing in front of him.

His phone’s alarm was set to buzz at noon, but it didn’t stop him from looking at the time nonstop. The minutes crawled and he started to sweat. When it buzzed, he jumped and looked at it, his heart pounding in his chest. He started looking around the park frantically, but there was no sign of you. Luke willed himself to calm down- to wait longer.

When fifteen minutes passed, he got up and started to pace. When half an hour passed, he sat again, feeling defeated. You were never late. Which meant you weren’t coming.

His eyes started to burn, but he swallowed hard. Luke sniffed and bowed his head, his sight falling at the damned folder.

With a deep sigh, he picked the folder up and flipped the pages until he found the signature place.

His hands were trembling, but he forced them steady as he pressed the pen to the page and began signing his name. Each line tore deeper and deeper into his heart.

“Luke?”

He heard the soft call from behind, making him jump and turn quickly.

You were standing in the grass, hands buried in your coat pockets as you shivered in the cold. Your cheeks were red and your eyes were puffy, evidence that you’d been crying too. But God, Luke thought you were still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Hey,” he said, still in shock that you had showed up.

“Hi,” you answered.

After an awkward moment of silence, you shuffled your feet and nodded towards the paperwork in Luke’s hands. “Did you sign them?” you ask.

Luke nods, holding the folder up, offering for you to take it.

You sighed and walked closer to him, taking the papers before sitting down by Luke’s side.

“I didn’t think you were coming,” Luke explained. He watched as you stared towards the river.

A weak smile spreads across your face as you sigh. “Neither did I,” you admit.

“But you did,” Luke continues.

You nod, biting your lip. When you turn to him, there are unshed tears glistening in your eyes. “All I ever wanted was for you to try,” you tell him, your voice cracking.

And before Luke can respond, you’re grabbing hold of his face and kissing him firmly. Luke pulled you closer, deepening the kiss quickly, needing you closer, closer, closer. Luke felt you smile against his lips, and for the first time since you’d left, he feels like he can breathe again.

When you finally pull away, breathless, you just look at each other for a moment.

“I am so sorry,” Luke’s voice was soft, but serious. “I am so sorry I made you feel less important than work- because you’re not. It’s just a stupid job, I’ll quit tomorrow if it means I can get even one more minute with you.”

“I forgive you,” you whispered, watching as Luke’s eyes fell shut, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You gather his hand in yours and squeeze it gently.

“God, what is it about this place?” you say, lighter now.

Luke smiles and turns his body so that he’s facing the river. “Special place for a special girl.”

You looked up at him, a small smile on your lips before leaning into Luke’s side. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting him wrap an arm around your frame and pull you closer.

“Our place,” you state.

“Our perfect place,” Luke whispered, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

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Danger Days - Chapter eleven: "Falling in love will kill you"

Word count: 6,3K

Summary: Gerard is struggling to keep his shit together now that he knows Joey is going to marry Gubler. New Year is the perfect time to tell the news to the band. We can finally know why Joey has so many trust issues.

Warnings: Cursing, mention of kids being assholes, and rough childhood. Jealousy. Mention of sex. Someone calls Matthew "Matt."

A/N: I don't know what else to say but THANK YOU FOR READING

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::: December 31th :::

Gerard hated himself. It had been a week since he finally faced the fact his crush on Joey had evolved into something he couldn't control. He was falling in love with her. Can you love two people? He had no idea, but it felt his feelings for the drummer were getting as intense as the one he had for his wife. He loved his wife, and he would never do anything to hurt her. But at the very same time, he couldn't stop thinking about Joey. He wanted her to be his.

- "Mine?! What kind of sick idea is that?"- he asked himself as he drove around town on his own, trying to clear his mind, that had been a mess ever since Christmas.

- "I have to get that girl out of my mind! This makes no fucking sense!"- he lit another cigarette and held the steering wheel hard, feeling his hands sweating.

He had been a mess all those days, looking at footage of the tour just to see the girl, hear her laughter, see her talking with pretty much everybody else but him. Never to him. Why? Did she hate him? Wasn't he nice enough for her? Wasn't he charming enough? Cute enough? What?

- "Could she be crushed on me too? And that's why she is avoiding me?"- she said out loud to himself, and his heart beat faster in his chest. Could it be? But what could he do if she did? Nothing, he was married. He wasn't going to cheat on Lynz with that girl. Was he?

- "Of course not!"- he wanted to slap himself- "I am not doing anything! I am not doing anything!"

But it was more complicated than he thought, he had to see her that night 'cos Mikey had organized a whole New Year's Eve party, and everybody was going to be there. Even Ray and Frankie had flown to the party with their families.

- "And she is engaged! for Christ Sakes!!"

Gerard kept talking on his own, smoking and drinking the third coffee of the morning. He felt sick in the stomach, but he knew it wasn't either of those things. It was his stupid crush.

- "Well, I don't really care if she is engaged! she could be mine anyway. Who the fucking hell cares about that guy? I bet he doesn't even love her! I love her!"- Gerard Way sighed and closed his eyes for a second.

- "You don't fucking love her!!"- he yelled and hit the steering wheel.

He didn't love her. He couldn't love her. Why would he? He didn't know much about her. He kept repeating those arguments in his head to convince himself he was just a crazy asshole about that whole thing. It wasn't real. It was just his mind playing fucking tricks with him.

- "She is in love with someone else, you are in love with someone else, you have been happy with your wife for years! This shit makes no fucking sense!! I knew having that girl in the band was the worst idea we've ever had."

Gerard was just kidding himself. He loved having Joey on the team. He loved how that tour had gone so far, the energy in the shows, the laughter in the rehearsals... everything. Even when she really didn't talk with him so much.

- "Why doesn't she fucking like me?!"- the singer was acting childish, but he couldn't help it, just like he couldn't help end up driving over her house. He knew the road too well, even when he had just been there once. He had made his way over a million times in his mind, just to make sure he wasn't going to forget it.

- "What the fuck are you doing?"- Gerard asked himself as he parked outside Joey's building. He looked up to her floor with the honest hope to see her there staring outside the window. Maybe if he saw her, that whole crush/love thing would be over. Perhaps it just was his mind screwing with him. It could be an effect of spending so much time with her. He wasn't really around a lot of other women on tour. Maybe that was it. Not love at all.

- "Please don't do this"- he begged himself as he opened the car's door. He put one foot outside and sighed. Was he doing it? He stepped back into the car and slammed the door.

- "You are not doing this, Gerard!"

But he was.

Gerard got out of the car and walked to the building. He hesitated for a few seconds but continued his way. He opened the front door and stayed still.

- "And what are you gonna say? Hello, are you crushed on me"?- he whispered and brushed his hands on his face, like trying to rearrange his thoughts with that movement. It didn't work, obviously.

- "There is no way you are doing this,"- he thought, even when his feet were moving towards the elevator quickly.

- "Please stop, what the fuck are you doing?"- he argued with his body, but still, he didn't stop.- "You are gonna make a fool out of yourself, you know that, don't you?"

The elevator door opened, and Gerard set foot on Joey's floor. That's when he stayed still. He noticed his hands were shaking. That's how nervous he was over her. The last time he had been so fluttered for a girl was the day he asked his wife to marry him.

After a few deep breaths, Gerard walked over to the drummer's door and held his breath for a few seconds before knocking. There was no way back now. Well, he could still run, but there weren't many places to hide. Silence. It seemed there wasn't anybody home. He waited a little longer but didn't knock again. No one answered the door, and Gerard sighed, relieved. She wasn't there. He wasn't going to make a fool out of himself. After a few seconds, he turned around and headed to the stairs, smiling.

- "Hey! Gerard!"- the girl's voice made him jump on his stop as she appeared at her door and smiled- "What are you doing here?"

- "I was... eh..."- he stuttered as he strolled back to her apartment- "I just..."

- "I haven't seen you since we came back from touring. Come in!"

And the singer smiled, so nervous Joey could tell there was something wrong.

- "How are you?"- he managed to say, feeling his cheeks red.

- "Great! Sorry, I couldn't open the door faster, I was in the bedroom."

- "Don't worry"- Joey stared at him in silence and smiled. She was actually happy to see him, just not as excited as he was. And neither as nervous.

- "Would like something to drink?"- the girl walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge- "Juice? Diet coke? Water?"

- "I'm ok, thanks. I just finished a coffee."

- "I also have coffee,"- she said and turned to him smiling- "I am actually gonna have another coffee."

Gerard nodded and did his best to rearrange the thoughts in his head. So far, the only thing he knew was that his crush didn't fade away when he saw her. If anything, it got worse.

- "Ok, asshole, you got here even when I told you it was a bad idea. What are you gonna do now?"- his brain made him feel like an idiot, and he completely agreed. He felt like an idiot standing in the middle of Joey's kitchen in complete silence.

- "So, what brings you over?"- Joey asked, and her eyes shone as she sipped her cup of fresh coffee.

- "I actually wanted to..."- Gerard made a pause and sighed. His heart was about to come through his throat.

- "Hey Gerard!"- and suddenly, shit got even worse, 'cos Matthew appeared next to him in boxers and t-shirt with a big "I just had sex" smile.

- "Of course he was here, you asshole!! Of course, they were having sex, and that's why it took her so long to answer! Of course, you are completely out of place here! now, how the fuck are you getting out of this?"- Gerard shook Matthew's hand and did his best to remain as relaxed and calmed as possible.

- "Hey, dude! So glad you are here too. Mikey told me the news the other day, but I was too busy to come, and it was too impersonal to just call, so... congratulations on the engagement!"- words just came out of Gerard's lips as he smiled, proud of his shitty lie.

- "Aww! thank you so much for driving over!!"- Joey smile blushing, and gave him a small hug- "You didn't have to."

- "Actually, I was on my way over to get a few things for Mikey's party tonight"- lies kept flying out of Way's lips- "Good one, don't make her feel special," And I thought I couldn't just keep on delaying this forever!"

- "Thank you so much"- Matthew smiled and walked to Joey, wrapping his arms around her waist as he stood behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder. Gerard looked at him and did his best to sound as honest as possible.

- "I'm very happy you are getting married. Lynz keeps telling me you two are a very cute couple"- Joey blushed and nodded.

- "Tell her thank you from us..."

- "Are you coming tonight to Mikey's party?"

- "Yeah, of course, we are!"- Gubler answered, and Gerard hated that- "But we are going to stop by my friend's party first, so we could be a little late."- and he kissed Joey's neck as soon as he stopped talking.

To Gerard, it was clear Matthew was showing she was his territory, and it bothered Way so much to see Joey wasn't doing anything about it. If anything, she was enjoying it.

- "Well, make sure you get there before they drop the ball; Mikey is really excited about this. You two have to be there. He hasn't been excited about many things lately"- Gerard looked at Joey and smiled- "Well, I have to get going now, again, congratulation, guys! See you guys later!"- he shook Gubler's hand and waved at Joey.

- "Bye!"- the singer got outside that apartment as fast as he could.

- "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!"- he repeated over and over in his mind as he fought the urge to smash his head against the wall. It wasn't just the fact that now he knew the actor hated him and knew he had a thing on his girl, but now he knew for sure it wasn't just a crush. He wanted her for himself.

- "So, where were we?"- Joey asked as he turned around and kissed Matthew's lips fiercely.

- "You were about to... take a shower 'cos I have to show you something important."

- "Oh, come on"- she whined and bit his lower lip- "Can we do it again? Just once? A quicky."

- "Nope"- he answered, chuckling- "Maybe when we come back."

- "What if when we come back, I don't wanna do it"- the girl answered and raised an eyebrow.

- "I guess... I can always try to persuade you..."- Matthew wrapped his arms around her tight and lifted her to carry her to the nearest couch- "I could kiss you for hours and see if you change your mind."

- "We should give it a try... daddy"- the girl whispered, kissing her fiancé, making him shiver.

- "Yes, we should... but first, we have to go"- Gubler stood up and held Joey's hand, who started whining again as the two of them walked to the bedroom.

- "You are gonna love this, Yami, so stop whimpering"- he chuckled and watched her taking off the small amount of cloth she was wearing and getting into the shower.

- "Fine, but this better be good, and it better includes a coffee."

- "Another coffee? You were drinking one five seconds ago."

- "I know... but it's new year's eve. We should get filled with caffeine to make it through the night."

- "You are right. I need a few more cups of coffee too."

- "Good, listen to your future wife. She is always right,"- Joey yelled from the shower and missed Matthew's reaction at his words. He smiled so wide he felt his face was staying like that forever.

- "I swear I will"- Gubler walked around the room, getting dressed too. At least he had already showered- "Hey, Yami?"

- "Yes, Gublerneritor?"

- "Is it just me, or Gerard was weird today?"- the actor made sure his words sounded as casually as possible.

- "I know! I felt it too!"- the girl answered in total honesty- "He looked kinda shaky."

- "Yeah..."- Matthew made a pause and thought about his words very carefully- "Yami?"

- "Yes?"

- "Have you ever thought maybe he..."

- "Not Matthew Gray, he doesn't have a crush on me"- the girl quickly answered and closed her eyes for a second, thankful she was in the shower while that conversation was taking place- "Actually, I've always thought the total opposite."

- "Why?"- Joey walked out of the shower and wrapped herself with a clean towel, walking to the room to look for some clean clothes.

- "He is always pretty cold and distant with me, we don't talk much, we've had the "I don't hate you" talk at least twice, cos it feels after our rocky start, we really haven't gotten along"- Joey smiled at Matthew and walked to the closet- "Except for that nap you took together and the movies you watched together alone in your bed, and the times you stare at him totally nervous... I'm never doing any of that again."

- "Maybe that's why he was so nervous"- Matthew said and looked at Joey getting dressed- "Maybe coming to congratulate us was his way to make amends."

- "Or maybe he felt forced to do it... maybe his wife made him."

- "Maybe..."- Gubler looked at Joey for a few seconds, and a little smiled lodged on his lips- "You look so pretty."

- "In a black dress?"

- "In pretty much anything you wear."

- "Not everything?!"- the girl pretended to be shocked.

- "Sorry, I don't like it when you wear pajamas. I like it more when you sleep naked"- her fiancé simply answered, and she blushed.

- "Sorry, some nights I get cold."

- "I'm never gonna let you be cold ever again"- he walked over and landed his hands on her hips- "With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine."

Matthew smiled and held her hand, kissing it. He recited The Corpse's Bride wedding vows, and his fiancé's heart was melting, and her eyes were full with tears.

- "Stop making me cry"- she whispered and stared into his hazel eyes, feeling waves of love- "I love that movie."

- "This "we are getting married" thing keeps me excited about all the future we will share, Yami."

- "I know!"- she grinned and jumped, making Matthew laugh.

- "Ok, come on, let's go."

- "Where?"

- "First to get coffee, then to see my surprise."

Mikey walked around his house and looked at everything he had ready for his New Year party. There was a little tiny part of him that was excited about it. His friends were going to be there, he was finally selling the house, so it was going to be the last evening in a place that, at this point, only caused him pain. He had even spent a few nights in a hotel just 'cos he didn't want to be home alone with his memories.

- "Hey!"- Frank, Jamia, and the babies walked over smiling. They had been staying with him since they arrived from Jersey the day before.

- "Do you need help with anything?"- Frank asked and lit a cigarette staying as far as the babies as possible.

- "Nah, I'm cool..."

- "You don't look real excited about this party. It's gonna be awesome!"- Frank was pretty psyched, he hadn't partied in a while... well, since Joey's birthday, but he was looking forward to having a fun night with friends and his wife.

- "I am, I just need more coffee... I'll make more coffee"- the youngest Way walked back into the house straight to the kitchen.

- "We'll be there around 11"- he read Joey's text and sighed.

- "It will be too late to get drunk together."

- "But not too late to puke the pool"- Mikey smiled

- "Why on earth are you coming so fucking late to the party I fucking organized to tell people you are getting married?"- he said as soon as Joey picked up the phone, and Mikey heard her laughing right away.

- "Sorry, but I swear we'll be there before they drop the ball"- the girl answered- "You are on speaker, by the way."

- "Hey Mikey!!"- Matthew yelled, driving.

- "Hey Gubler! Why are you keeping my sister from her party?"

- "Sorry! My friends asked us to be there for their dinner, but it's earlier, so you won't even notice."

- "I've been keeping your engagement a fucking secret for a week. Do you know how hard this is?"

- "You sucked at it!!"- Joey yelled, laughing- "Gerard appeared at my house today to congratulate us."

- "What the fuck?"- Mikey frowned, not getting what his brother had done- "Well, yeah, he heard me say it at Christmas, but... well, it's nice of him to move his ass and congratulate you."

- "Yeah, I know, I'm just saying you couldn't keep it a secret."

- "No one else knows, I swear, you are gonna overshadow the whole New Year's eve with your news, Bug"- Joey kept laughing as Matthew looked at her and smiled, happy.

- "Mikey, can I ask you for a favor?"

- "Whatever you need, Gubler."

- "Can you finally send me the videos of Joey's birthday at the karaoke?"- the bassist burst out laughing, and Joey quickly yelled no.

- "Don't you fucking dare, Michael James!!"

- "What are you middle naming me for? I haven't done anything!"

- "You two have been talking about those videos for way too long! And I am not gonna let my future husband see me doing such a sad show. He might reconsider the whole wedding!"

- "There is no way we are considering that! You've got a ring, this thing is on!!"- Matthew laughed and slowed down the car- "Mikey Mike, we have to go now, we just got where we were going, and I can't wait to show it to my girl, we'll see you tonight, hopefully not as drunk as the last time."

Mikey laughed, thinking about their very private engagement celebration (just the three of them). They had gotten pretty hammered playing Uno. And they had a lot of fun.

- "See you guys later; maybe we can check the videos with the guys. I'm pretty sure Ray got an amazing performance of Bug singing Megadeth with him."

- "Shit! I liked you better when you weren't best friends! bye bróðir!"- Joey and Matthew said goodbye and chuckled. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow- "What are we doing here, Akumu?"

- "This is my surprise, come on"- the young man opened the door and quickly ran to open his girl's door and held her hand.

- "Nice neighborhood"- she said and looked at the house in front of her. It was more like a castle, a haunted house, or a giant treehouse.

- "Do you like it?"- Matthew asked and kept holding her hand tight.

- "It's beautiful"

- "I'm glad you liked it, 'cos I bought it for us"- Joey froze.

- "What?"- and Matthew looked at her, smiling like a maniac.

- "This will be our house, Mrs. Gubler!!"

- "Oh my god!!"- the girl covered her mouth wide, opening her eyes, in absolute shock- "It's huge!"

- "And it's gonna be our home, to create all the weird little places we want!"- Matthew kissed Joey as the girl kept jumping.

- "I can't fucking believe this!! Matthew!! you got a house?"

- "No, Yami. We've got a house"- he corrected and felt her lips softly on his.

- "You paid it with your work Akumu, it's your house."

- "I bought it for us, and you are gonna help me make it our home. Come on, look at this, we can do whatever we want in this place!!"

Matthew was excited, and Joey was overwhelmed. He had gotten a house. That was huge. But he had paid for it, and she hadn't put a penny. She couldn't just let him buy a house for them. They had to share all the expenses. Sure, he made way more money than she did, but that didn't mean she wanted to be a maintained wife.

- "This is where I want to build our fireplace. I thought we could customize every single room in here. We have to have your music room back there"- he held her hand and crawled her around, laughing, nearly in hyperventilation.

- "Matthew..."

- "This is the kitchen where I will make you breakfast every morning"- no one could doubt he was happy.

- "Akumu..."- she tried to talk to him, but her fiancé was too excited and nearly ran upstairs

- "And up here we are gonna have our room, look! It has an amazing view, and I am going to paint here, and you are going to be my muse, and we are going to be so happy! And we are gonna fill this place with kids!"- Joey's heart kept racing with every word from Matthew's lips.

- "Akumu, I love everything."

- "And I love you!"- he quickly replied and held her tight, spinning her in the air- "You make me so happy!!"

- "You make me happy too, but... I also wanna pay for the house."

- "What?"- he frowned, not getting what Joey was saying.

- "Yeah, I mean, you bought a house, and it's awesome! I love it. I love you for doing it. But if it's gonna be my house too, I wanna pay the mortgage with you"- Matthew looked at her, confused

- "But..."

- "But? What?"

- "I..."- Matthew looked at his girlfriend in silence- "You are unique."

- "Meaning?"- the girl frowned and kept her eyes on his, not even blinking.

- "You never do what other people do."

- "People would take advantage of the guy buying them a house?"- he nodded and kissed her lips.

- "I don't care about the money Yami, I care about being with you."

- "I know that... but I care about not feeling like a burden."

- "Never! You are never going to be a burden to me."

- "I will feel like one if you don't let me pay for this house with you; I won't feel it like mine either. It would be your house, forever."

- "Our house, Yami"- he leaned over and kissed her sweetly- "This is our house"- Joey looked at him and waited for his words- "Of course, you can pay the mortgage with me, but that means you have to make breakfast too."

- "Deal"- she answered and grinned- "I love you, Matthew Gray Gubler."

- "I love you, Maria Josefina Sveinbjörndottir."

Ray and Frank were having the time of their lives. They were on fire with Mikey's party. All of their friends were there from hands and from recording in Los Angeles so many times. It was an amazing reunion. Gerard tried to look calmed and natural, but he was freaking out, constantly looking at the door. He was sure Matthew knew he was crushed on his girlfriend, and he didn't know if he was going to do or say anything. What if he confronted him in front of Lynz?

- "Are you ok?"- his wife asked as she wrapped an arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder. He hugged her carefully and kissed her temple.

- "Yeah, I think I need an extra coffee to make it to midnight."

- "Bug!!"- Mikey yelled and ran to the door as Joey and Gubler walked into the house. Gerard lit a cigarette immediately and tried to look away. But he couldn't. He had to know what Matthew was doing. And Matthew was hugging Mikey. What the fuck??

- "What? are they best friends or something? What the fuck is going on? Why are they hugged? What did I miss?"

- "You know, I'm so happy your brother has Joey"- Gerard's eyes opened wide at his wife's words- "I mean it, she is the only one of his friends that's not related to Alicia in any way. I think that's why he enjoys his time with her so much."

- "Could be... he is very friendly with Matthew too..."- Gerard whispered, and Lynz nodded.

- "Which is great, 'cos her boyfriend won't get all jealous of him when you guys are touring."

- "Yeah, that's right."

- "Jersey!! Dad!! I am so happy to see you!!"- the girl ran to his friends and hugged them both tight.

Matthew looked at her and smiled, following her. It seemed now that she had agreed to marry him, he was more confident around the band, except for Gerard. Matthew hated Gerard. He was now sure he had a crush or something like that in Joey, and he was aware she had no idea.

- "Iceland!!"

Frank hugged her tight and took a deep breath to enjoy her perfume. He loved having her around, and he still loved catching her attention. He would still think of her as a totally doable girl, but the drummer wasn't a distraction when he was around Jamia. Maybe that's what she turned into while touring, something funny to persuade, someone to flirt with.

- "I missed you, kid!!"- Ray said and kissed her forehead- "Hey Matthew! I'm happy to see you!"

- "Hey guys!!"- Gubler smiled at the bunch and shook Jamia's and Christa's hands. Frank and Joey stared at each other, giggling, not saying a word as Mrs. Iero chuckled nervously as she stood in front of Matthew.

- "Oh my God!!!"- Joey turned around to burst out laughing along with Frank. Their faces were red as tears fell from their eyes. Jamia was blushing as she wouldn't stop staring at Matthew. She just found him so incredibly attractive she was melting.

- "What is it?"- Matthew asked, not getting what was going on.

- "Dude, it's useless"- Ray answered, tapping on his back- "They are gonna be like that for a while."

- "Really?"

Gubler stared at her girlfriend and bit his lips. She looked so happy; he had never seen her that happy amongst people. She was always lovely with his friends, and everybody loved her. They were all incredibly excited about their wedding, especially Paget. She had jumped over Joey the second they walked into her house earlier that night. But this was the first time Joey had friends, and Matthew had just realized how much she needed them.

- "I'm sorry, dork"- Joey wiped off the tears from her eyes and wrapped an arm around her fiancé- "Frank and I have an inside joke that goes way back, I'll tell you later"- he smiled and kissed her softly.

- "That's fine. And do you wanna tell them now?"

- "Yes"- she whispered, nodding- "Wait, where's Gerard?"- she asked and took a look around.

- "Gee!!"- Mikey yelled and waved at his brother, who walked over with his wife a few seconds later.

- "Hey Lynz!"- Joey smiled at Mrs. Way and at her husband. Gubler was way more friendly than he thought he would be 'cos he didn't want to make a fuzz. Gubler didn't want to make Joey uncomfortable in front of her friends. Gerard was a subject of a conversation he had to know how to face at another time.

- "Ok, ready?"- Matthew asked Joey and looked at her smiling. The girl was so excited she even jumped before saying.

- "We are getting married!!"

- "What?!"- Frank yelled, wide-opened eyes.

- "Oh my god!!"- Ray freaked out and jumped to the couple- "Congratulations, guys!!"

- "Thank you, dad!!"- Joey smiled and felt Frank jumping to the hug too, crawling Matthew with him.

- "Oh shit!! We are gonna party tonight!!"- Frank shouted as they all laughed. Jamia clapped and waited for the perfect moment to congratulate Joey and literally hang on Matthew's neck. Frank and Joey burst out laughing again, but no one but them actually got what was going on.

Lynz hugged and congratulated Joey, and the drummer thanked her cheerfully. She looked at Gerard next to his wife and smiled. But he didn't really look so happy.

- "What the fuck is this guy's problem?"- Joey thought, but Matthew's arms around her waist took her from any random thought she might have had, as he sweetly redirected her to Frank and Jamia, who were talking to her about the upcoming wedding.

- "You bought a house?!"- Ray yelled, and Joey laughed. Her friends were happy and excited about it. That felt warm inside, like, being loved.

- "Did you call Tucker?"

- "Not yet"- Joey confessed- "I've been trying to process it all actually."

The girl looked at Ray, and he smiled at her so nicely she felt like crying. Maybe at that point in her life, she had to face the fact it felt good having friends.

And this is why she had always run away from people: Joey had grown up alone in an orphanage until the age of eight. That was when Mercedes and Sveinbjörn had adopted her and gave her a home. She loved her foster parents very much. They were as loving as real parents would have been. They always tried to have a baby but never could. However, Mercedes wanted to have a kid so badly, she convinced her husband to adopt. They were going for a baby until they saw Joey. She was alone in a playroom, drawing, away from all the other kids. They walked to talk to her, and she smiled, melting their hearts right away.

- "Why don't you play with the other kids?"- Mercedes asked her as she started drawing with her, and Sveinjörn looked at them from a safe distance.

- "I don't like the other kids."

- "Why?"

- "'Cos they don't like me either"- Joey simply replied- "That's why I draw my own friends"

And she showed the woman what she was working on. That was when Mercedes knew she was taking that girl home and giving her all her love no matter what. And she did.

Joey had a hard time in the orphanage. The older kids hit her 'cos they said she was weird until she learned how to defend herself. By the age of six, Joey had beaten up pretty up all the older guys in the place. That meant she didn't have many friends either. Everybody was scared of her. By the age of seven, she had stopped trying to make friends. Nobody wanted to be around her anyway.

And that's how Joey grew up the rest of her life. Sure, she got a home and loving family, who gave her a new last name and all the support a kid needed. But she had already gone through enough to scar her heart.

Tabitha was her only friend growing up. The only one in mid-school and high school too. They were neighbors, and their mothers were best friends. They were "forced" to spend time together their whole lives, and Joey was eventually comfortable with her.

When she left for college, she decided it was time to start over. Nobody knew she was adopted. She didn't want to tell either. It made people look at her differently. More than usual. That was why she had fallen in love with Matthew when she first met him. He wasn't afraid to be weird. He loved and embraced his own weirdness, and he loved Joey's weirdness even more. He was the only one who knew she was adopted, the only one she had trusted enough to share it with. The other guys she had been with were always trying to be better than her; they felt intimidated by her abilities in music, by her being part of the music scene. And mostly by her independence.

She wasn't a people person, but she could work in teams and make music without being friends with her peers. Guys didn't like that. Her mom had always warned her about it. Mercedes tried to make her softer about her relationships with people, but in the end, she gave up. She was proud she had found Matthew, and by everything her daughter told her about her new job, she loved the guys in the band and how lovely they were with her. Especially Mikey and Ray.

- "With a card trick?! Can you be any more romantic?!"- Jamia's yells took Joey from her thoughts as she saw Mrs. Iero almost drooling over her fiancé- "I am so jealous!"

- "We know, honey"- Frank said and wrapped an arm around his wife's waist as Joey chuckled.

- "We are so happy for you, Bug"- Mikey kissed his friend's forehead, and she grinned.

- "Thank you..."

- "If I ever see her cry..."- Ray started, but Joey quickly moved her hand and put it on his mouth

- "We are not doing that, ok? I know how to take care of myself. You don't have to threaten Matthew. If anything bad happens, he knows who is gonna kick his ass, and that's gonna be me, I don't need..."- but Ray moved and placed his hand on her mouth, covering it and stopping her speech.

-" Frank, can you arrange her next tattoo appointment on me, and get her a nice one on her hand that says "I know how to take care of myself" 'cos at some point she has to get bored of repeating it over and over again"- Matthew burst out laughing at those words, making Joey frown. But Mikey laughed too, and Ray smiled, pleased his joke had worked.

- "Fuck you, dad"- she mouthed, and he hugged her.

- "You love me, Bug, now bear with the fact you've got a bunch of older brothers now, who will always take care of you, no matter what, ok?"- the guitarist kissed her temple and turned to Gubler- "And I mean it, I will end you."

- "Ray..."- Christa held her husband's hand and pulled him back.

- "It's ok, I completely understand it. I still want to kill my sister's husband... though my nephews are cool..."

- "So, what are we drinking?"- Joey said and looked around to change the subject as quickly as possible.

- "Shit! I'll bring you a beer"- Gerard said all of a sudden, just to find an excuse to get away from there. But...

- "I'll help you"- Matthew said and smiled.

Gerard knew he was fucked.

- "So... thank you for coming"- Gerard said and looked at Gubler as they stood in front of the fridge- "Mikey is really excited to have you here."

- "I know you have a crush on my fiancée"- Way's held his breath. He didn't see that coming so fast and so directly. But Matthew wasn't in the mood for sugarcoating anything for Gerard. In fact, he was making his best effort not to break his face right there, no questions asked.

- "I don't know what you are talking about."

- "Dude, I don't care if you deny it or not. You are fucking crystal clear. So here's the thing, stay the fuck away from her, ok?"- Gerard never thought Matthew would be that direct and even threatening.

- "You are getting the whole deal wrong. I'm just her friend."

- "I can see the way you look at her, and it's not a friendly way dude, face it."

- "You are wrong"- Gerard tried to sound cool and fresh, but he failed poorly as he noticed the look Gubler was giving him. It felt the actor was ready to kill him right there.

- "Keep telling yourself that."

- "Come on, Matt... I'm just..."

- "It's Matthew"- the actor said and looked right into the singer's eyes in silence for a few seconds- "She thinks you are all innocent and friendly, but I can see through you, so here's how things are gonna be, you are gonna stay the fuck away from her or I'll have to take her out that tour, you heard me?"

- "You are delusional!"- Gerard tried to defend himself and grabbed two beers from the fridge- "You can't fucking come and threaten me in my brother's house and pretend it's all my fault"

- "So you deny you were at her house this morning 'cos you just wanted to see her? 'Cos dude, that congratulation excuse was pretty shitty, and she swallowed it only because she can't think bad of you. She is too sweet for that shit."

- "I mean it, Matt"- Gerard used that name only to make him mad- "You have not idea what you are talking about."

- "Whatever you say, dude, just don't fuck it up, or I'll make sure you don't get to be close to her, ever again"- Matthew grabbed two beers as well and walked out of the kitchen to meet his fiancée.

Gerard was fucked. He knew it. It was going to be harder than ever, but he had to stay away from Joey. He was in love with her, for Christ Sakes. He felt like crying every time he saw her with Matthew. He wanted her to be his. And that was never going to be possible. He knew it. It made him want to break a wall. Break Matthew's face was also a pretty good idea, but he couldn't. Joey would never forgive him. And she was all he cared about at that moment.

- "No! I care about my wife. I don't wanna hurt my wife. I love her! This is a stupid crush, a stupid crush I have to get over soon!"

Gerard was fucked.

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Valentine’s Day

Helloooo! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I wrote this as a part of Spud Corner’s Valentines Collab, hosted by sweet bby @wootato. Big thanks as always to my amazing, talented, show-stopping wife @garbagepale-kid for proof reading and editing you’re the best love you forever bby give kitch.

Word Count: 5155

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem Reader

Rating: Chocolate (Fluff, SFW)

Warnings: Language, this is Bakugo we’re talking about here

“Oi, I said 7 O’clock! Why aren’t you ready yet?” Your boyfriend’s deep voice boomed from the front of your apartment, followed by the sound of your front door closing.

Panicking, your eyes darted to the digital clock beside your bed, afraid you had miscalculated the time, only for it to read 6:45. “Suki, you’re fifteen minutes early!” You called from the doorway of your room, “I’ll be ready in five, just stay out there!”

Six months ago, you had reluctantly agreed to go on a blind date at the urging of your childhood friend Mina, and it hadn’t been great. The guy had been cold and standoffish, clearly wanting to be anywhere else, and he’d even ended up taking you home early. You weren’t entirely sure why he’d chosen to invite you out again, just like you weren’t sure why you’d accepted, but looking back at it now? It was easily the best decision you’d ever made.

You smiled as you put on the earrings Katsuki had gotten you for Christmas and spritzed a bit of his favorite perfume before looking at yourself in the mirror one last time. After smoothing the wrinkles in your skirt, you grabbed the jacket you had set out and walked from your bedroom to the front of your apartment.

Katsuki was standing in the doorway of your kitchen, leaning against the counter and flipping through one of your many cookbooks when you rounded the corner. “I could teach you how to cook, you know, you don’t need these shitty things…” He trailed off as he turned around, taking you in. “Wow,” he breathed out, eyes raking up and down your figure to absorb every curve of your body.

All you could do was stand in the middle of the hall, fidgeting as a blush crept up your neck. He looked as good as always, wearing a charcoal grey long sleeve shirt that fit snugly on his chest, the sleeves hanging more loosely around his arms, and a pair of dark jeans. His signature smirk never left his lips as he slowly made his way across the room to you, placing his hands on your hips before pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours, making your heart jump out of your chest.

He pulled away, looking you up and down. “You ready or what?”

“Yeah! I’ve just got to put on my shoes.” You pulled out of his arms and made your way to your front door, where you noticed a bouquet of red roses sat on the table near the entryway.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around you as Katsuki bent down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You weren’t supposed to see them just sitting there, damn it.” He whispered, kissing your cheek.

You turned yourself around, resting your head on his chest as you snuck your arms around his waist

“Happy Valentine’s day, Y/N.”

“I wasn’t expecting flowers. In fact,” you started, leaning back a little to jab him in the chest with your pointer finger. “you told me not to expect flowers. I didn’t take you for the sappy, romantic type, Suki.”

“Damn right, I’m not the sappy romantic type” He kissed your forehead before releasing you and gently pushing you away from him. “Get your shoes on, we’re gonna be late.” He grumbled, grabbing the flowers and bringing them into the kitchen to find a vase.

You slipped on your favorite pair of black strappy heels and smiled as you heard him rummaging through your cabinets, grumbling to himself. The kitchen fell silent as you let out a short laugh. Katsuki liked to pretend he wasn’t a big teddy bear, but after all the long nights and soft words meant only for your ears, you definitely knew better.

The blonde emerged from the kitchen empty-handed, looking you up and down for a second before fixing you with a firm look. “You should grab a heavier jacket.” He said, reaching for the coat closet to the right of the front door. You put a hand on his forearm to stop him, shaking your head.

“I’ll be fine! We won’t be outside for long anyway, right? Where are we going, anyway?” You ask as the cool February air sending chills up your spine as the front door swung open.

Katsuki looked doubtful but sighed, gently pushing you out the door. He then locked it and slipped his keys into his coat pocket before offering you an arm, leading the way down the steps.

You grinned up at him, giving his arm a small squeeze. “Hey, you never said where we’re going?”

“Nowhere if you don’t shut up.” He bumped your hip with his before reclaiming his arm and wrapping it around your waist as you made your trek through the city. Katsuki’s apartment was just a few blocks from your own, so it was no surprise that he’d walked to your place instead of driving What did surprise you was when the two of you strolled straight past the parking garage of his apartment complex.

Your steps faltered for a second, and Katsuki looked down at you with a quirked brow. “What?”

Your head twisted around, eyes zeroing in on the parking garage again. “We aren’t taking the car?” You asked, tilting your head to look up to him. The cold wind had caused his nose and cheeks to turn red, creating a semi-permanent blush on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile at how well it suited him.

“Restaurant isn’t too far from here. Why? You cold? I told you you should have grabbed a different coat.” He grumbled as he looked down at you and scowled. “What’re you smiling at, dumbass?”

“You’re pretty cute, Suki.” The small tease had the blush deepening across his cheeks, and you felt his arm tighten around you as you continued. “And no, I’m not cold. I just figured we were gonna drive.”

“I’m not cute, damn it. You’re cute.” His eyes turned up to avoid the satisfied smirk that settled on your lips.

You giggled as you made your way through the busy streets with Katsuki steering you away from other pedestrians as much as possible. Though you’d denied being cold, the low temperature and icy breezes were killing you, and you briefly regretted not doing as your boyfriend had suggested and grabbing a better coat. Katsuki ran hot, but not enough to offset the cold of late winter. Katsuki yanked you closer to him as someone came dangerously close to bumping your shoulder, and you let out a small squeak of surprise as you were smushed against his side.

Though he was off duty, he never let his guard down when he was in crowded places, especially when you were around. Katsuki was a pretty private person, so dates were few and far between, so when pictures of the two of you out to lunch surfaced online, he became even more reserved. He said that it was to keep his personal life exactly that, personal, but in reality, he knew his line of work and what villains did to heroes' loved ones.

Katsuki led you to a tall building, opening the heavy glass doors and ushering you inside. the lobby looked like it could have belonged to an upscale office building, the black matte walls complementing the cool marble floors. A desk situated at the center of the space was manned by a bored-looking security guard. But in the far corner of the lobby near one of the elevators, however, was a podium manned by a man in a black tuxedo. The host lifted his head as the two of you approached him, Katsuki dragging you behind him as you took in the intricate chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

“Welcome to The Peak, name on the reservation?” The man asked, and you noticed his eyes widen, smile faltering for a split second when he recognized the pro-hero standing before him.

“Bakugo, indoor seating on the east side of the building,” Katsuki answered from beside you, removing his hand from around your waist.

The host looked through his tablet, tilting his head as his brow furrowed. He looked to Katsuki once more, then back down. “What was the time on the reservation?”

“7:45,” You could hear the annoyance in his voice, and you took his hand that had previously been settled on your waist into yours and squeezed, knowing there wasn’t much to do to keep his short temper under wraps but hoped that your hand in his would help keep him grounded.

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t see your name on the list. Is it possible you made a reservation at our Tokyo location?” The poor man was terrified, it was obvious he knew who Katsuki was and about his temper.

Katsuki clicked his tongue and huffed. “No, I didn’t make a reservation for the damn Tokyo location. I triple checked.” He barked, but quickly regained his composure when you elbowed him. “Are you sure? B-A-K-U-G-O. For two.” He asked, more calmly this time around.

The host cleared his throat and looked through the list once more, taking a little longer this time so as to make sure he was correct, not wanting to face the wrath that was Katsuki Bakugo. “No sir, I’m sorry I’m not seeing your name on the list. Did you get the confirmation email?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but pulled out his phone, scrolling through his emails until he found what he was looking for. “Here, right there. Reservation for two, special seating request, 7:45 on February fifteen-” He froze. “Fuck me.” He locked his phone and shoved it back into his pocket as if it had burned him, gaze darting to the ceiling. “I made the reservation for the wrong day.”

“I’m sorry about that, sir. We currently have bar seating available, and if a table happens to open up we can move you.” The host told him, seemingly less nervous now that the intense gaze from the blonde was off of him. “I know chances are low but it’s an option.”

“It’s supposed to start raining soon, you really think I want my girlfriend getting sick because I can’t get a damn date right?” He turned on his heel and started walking to the entrance. “Whatever, I can cook something ten times better than whatever crap they serve here.” He looked back at you. “You comin’ or what?”

You nodded and rushed to be back at his side, taking the arm he offered to you. “So… are we going back to your place?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He sighed and led you down the street back towards his apartment. The streets weren’t as crowded so he didn’t make the move to put his arm around you, but he made sure to keep a watchful eye on anyone passing by whose gaze may have lingered a little too long. “We’ve got to stop and get some things first. What do you want?”

“Mmm… Oh! How about curry!” You exclaimed, loosening your grip on his arm just a bit as you jumped up and down. He pulled his hand from his pocket and slipped it into yours, staring down once he felt how cold your hand was.

“Damn it, woman. I told you to grab a heavier coat. Your hand is freezing.” He grumbled, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, now taking both of your hands into his and bringing them up to his mouth, blowing hot air onto them and rubbing them together within his. “Or at least some gloves.”

“Oh, stop it, Suki! My hands just feel cold because you’re a human heater, they’re always cold compared to yours!” You whined, knowing you should have listened to him when he advised you to grab a coat, and really kicking yourself in the ass the longer the two of you stood on the sidewalk.

He rolled his eyes and dropped one of his hands, pulling you along to the corner store at the end of the street. You followed him around, watching as he picked out the needed ingredients for your dinner. “Stop starin’ at me and go get somethin’ for dessert, eh?”

“You’re gonna let me pick?” Your eyes widened in shock. He was always the one to choose dessert because he couldn’t handle sweets like you could. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek when he nodded and quickly made your way to the other side of the store.

Katsuki watched as you bounced away, his cheek tingling where you had kissed him. A soft smile tugged on his lips. He didn’t notice the shopkeeper come up behind him, and he jumped when the old man chuckled. “I remember when my lady and I were your ages. I had that same look in my eye that you have now.” Katsuki looked to the older man, he was staring off in the direction that you had disappeared in. “You make sure you take good care of her, son. Time flies. Before you know it you’ll be my age, running a little corner store with the love of your life.”

“Yeah yeah, gramps. I hear ya.” He said, feeling his cheeks heat up, embarrassed that he had been caught staring at you by a stranger. He turned his attention back to the area you had gone to as your head popped out from around the corner, a big grin on your face.

“Strawberry mochi!” You held up the packages as you made your way back to him. He rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance as the old man beside him chuckled again, patting him on the shoulder and making his way back up to the front.

“What?” You tilted your head to the side questioningly as you stopped in front of your boyfriend. “Too sweet? Should I get something else?”

“Tch, nothin’s too sweet for me.” He grabbed the mochi from you and put it in the basket, before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into a soft kiss, catching you off guard. Katsuki wasn’t one to show much PDA, but the store was fairly empty, and for some reason, he was taking the words of that old man to heart. “Come on, let’s get out of here before it starts raining, eh?”

You nodded and leaned into him as he led you to the front of the store. The old man and Katsuki shared a look before the former turned to you and smiled, handing you a box of chocolates. “Happy Valentine’s, this one’s on the house.”

Reluctantly, you took the box of chocolates from the older gentleman and smiled, bowing slightly. “Thank you.” You beamed at him once you stood up straight once more, he looked back to Katsuki and winked, not saying a word.

“Keep the change, Gramps. Tell your old lady I said hey.” Katsuki grabbed the chocolates from your hand and put them in the bag, then took your hand and squeezed as he led you into the cool night air once more.

The temperature seemed to have dropped drastically in the twenty minutes you had been in the store, and you shivered the moment you stepped outside. Katsuki noticed this and clicked his tongue, setting the bags down and shrugged off his coat, genty shoving it into your arms.

“No, It’s okay Suki. I’ll be fine.” You tried to give him the coat back but he rolled his eyes and refused to take it from you.

“Keep it. You’re not getting sick because you wouldn’t listen to me.” He picked the bag back up and sighed when he looked at you again. “What?”

“I won’t get sick, it’s just another ten minute walk to your house. I’ll be fine!” You tried once again to give him his coat back but he just glared down at you, flaring his nostrils. This obviously wasn’t up for discussion. “Fine.” You huffed, wrapping his coat around your shoulders, the scent of caramel and his cologne invading your nostrils. As soon as the coat was over your shoulders you wanted to smile. You were surrounded by Katsuki, and it made you happy. But you were trying to be mad at him for forcing you to take his coat, so you avoided eye contact, knowing if you looked at him you wouldn’t be able to hold back a smile.

“Are you done now? Can we go?” You didn��t bother to answer, just turned around and started walking in the direction of his apartment. “Oi! Don’t ignore me!” He caught up to you in just a few long strides and grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him, his signature smirk plastered on his face as soon as he saw the smile that crept onto your lips. “Bet you’re warm now, aren’t you?”

A strong gust of wind swept through the city blocks, and your hands darted down to your skirt to keep it from blowing up with it. “Suki can we just go? I’ll tell you you were right when we get back to your place. I’m freezing!” You pulled his jacket tighter around you once you were able to let go of your skirt, pouting at him.

“You don’t have to tell me I’m right. I know I’m right. I’m always right.” Katsuki wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head before heading in the direction of his apartment. The streets had begun to empty out almost entirely. Those who were still out were either advertising their shops or rushing home, trying to beat the rain. Katsuki let out a sigh and slowed his steps, and you looked up to him, confusion written over your face. “Sorry I fucked up the reservation.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Mistakes happen, all that matters is that I get to spend the night with you. I don’t care what we do, I just want to be with you.” You reassured him, watching a scowl come across his face.

“I don’t make mistakes. Especially stupid ones like getting a stupid date wrong.” He grumbled, causing you to giggle. “S’not funny. I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

“Let me tell you what.” You stopped, standing in front of him. “Katsuki Bakugo.Any night I get to spend with you is perfect. We don’t need a fancy dinner for a perfect night. We could be in our pajamas sitting above the sushi shop watching crappy romance movies and I’d be happy because I’d be with you.” You pressed your pointer finger into his chest and he tried to hide his smile by turning his head.

“Whatever, dumbass. Let’s get going before you get sick.” He began walking once more, returning his arm to your shoulder.

The two of you had been taking your time making your way back, and had you known how fast the rain was coming in you wouldn’t have made that decision. Just five minutes from Katsuki’s place the sky opened up.

“Shit, this way.” He directed you to under the awning of a nearby shop and adjusted his jacket from your shoulders to cover your head. “Think you can run?”

“Suki, I’m wearing heels.” You pointed to your feet and he sighed. “I can try though.”

He nodded and offered you his hand. “Ready?”

Taking his hand in yours, you beamed up and him and nodded, letting him pull you into the rain and guide you to his place. It felt like you were a little kid again, running and playing in the rain with your friends, unable to hear your screams and giggles over the sound of the rain pounding on the pavement. While the jacket was doing an okay job at keeping the rain off the top of your body, it wasn’t so much the same for the lower half. Your skirt was drenched, and it felt like there were puddles in your shoes.

Each step you took was more difficult than the last, and just a block down from Katsuki’s apartment you felt the heel of your shoe snap, your ankle rolling as the jagged edge hit the ground. You yelped in pain and stopped in your tracks, causing Katsuki to double back and be back at your side in an instant, his hand leaving yours to come to your waist to help steady you.

“What?” He was on guard in an instant, always assuming the worst.

“My shoe broke,” you winced as you put pressure on your foot. “And I hurt my ankle.”

“I can’t bring you anywhere. How do you always manage to hurt yourself?” Katsuki adjusted the bag in his hands and turned his back to you, kneeling down. When you didn’t catch the hint he turned back to you. “Get on my back, dumbass. We’re almost home. I should have just carried you like this in the first place.”

You were ready to argue, tell him you could make the walk back, but you were cold, it was raining, your ankle hurt, and there was no way you were ready to put up a fight. Climbing onto his back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and took the bag from his hands so he could fold his hands behind himself to support you.

He made it to the doors of the lobby in a minute flat, gently setting you down so he could get the key card from the pocket of his jacket that was settled on your shoulders once more. Katsuki led the way to the elevator, you hobbling behind him, being careful to not put too much pressure on your hurt ankle. He punched the button for his floor and the two of you were standing there in silence, water dripping onto the floor beneath you as the elevator made its way up the building.

Walking into Katsuki’s apartment always took your breath away. His place was only a few blocks from yours, but they had two very different views. While his was near the top of one of the tallest buildings in the area, overlooking the busy city, yours was above a Sushi Shop that you had lucked out on because the owners were moving into a bigger place. It was cheap, close to your work, and, sure, it smelled like fish sometimes but it worked.

Katsuki’s clothes were drenched, his shirt was clinging to his body like a skin-tight suit and you couldn’t help but admire his build. The way his shoulders and arms moved beneath the fabric as he lifted the shirt over his head, and the way his skin glistened beneath the lights of his apartment. He was beautiful.

“You gonna go get dried off or what?” He looked over his shoulder, smirking when he caught you staring at him. “Go take a shower or something. Food will be done when you get out.”

Katsuki lived in a two-bedroom apartment. His room was at the end of a long hall, the other room serving as a home office and gym. The walls were decorated with his achievements from the past and two photos. One photo of his parents - Mitsuki told you she had snuck that photo in when they were helping him move, and he either never noticed it, or never bothered to take it down - and one photo of him standing with Deku and All Might at their graduation.

Attached to his bedroom was a massive bathroom, complete with a huge tub and separate shower, and his and hers sinks that he originally had no use for. Eventually, he’d started letting you keep some of your things on one side of the counter for when you would sleep over. You debated over whether you should take a bath or a shower, knowing the bath would feel amazing and would help soothe your ankle. You ultimately decided on the shower, because even though your ankle hurt, the shower would be faster, and after this evening's events, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up next to Katsuki and let his warmth embrace you like a blanket.

After you’d cleaned up and changed, you made your way back to his room, searching for the clothes you left there the last time you stayed the night. Katsuki kept a couple of drawers cleared out for you, but you tried to keep the things you left over to a minimum, not wanting to completely take over his place. The only problem with that is that sometimes you left nothing but shorts, not a single shirt or pair of pants could be found anywhere in his room.

“Suki?” You called from the doorway of his room. “I can’t find a shirt, and I only have shorts!”

“So? Just wear something of mine!” His gruff voice boomed through the apartment over the sounds of the kitchen. “You know where my stuff is, just take whatever.”

Turning to his closet, you set sights on his favorite sweatshirt, which in turn, happened to be your favorite as well. You had only ever worn it once, while he was out of town. He was gone on a mission and asked you to stay at his place to keep an eye on it, and while you didn’t know this, he knew there was no reason for someone to be staying in his place. He lived in one of the most secure buildings in the area, but he didn’t like the thought of you staying at your apartment, with nothing but a deadbolt to keep you safe. You spotted the sweatshirt hanging up neatly with the rest of his jackets and pulled it over your head, the bottom of it reaching your mid-thighs, covering the shorts you were wearing.

“It smells good in here.” You made your way into the kitchen, snaking your arms around Katsuki as he stood in front of the stove, placing your cheek against his back. He had snuck back to the room at some point, exchanging his wet clothes for a pair of sweats and a black snug-fitting tank top. A yawn escaped you and Katsuki turned around, lifting your chin to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Of course it does, dumbass. I’m cooking.” He looked further down, the look of realization coming over him as he recognized his sweatshirt. He held you out at arms length, eyes trailing up and down your body, not unlike the way he took you in at your apartment earlier. His eyes finally settled on where the sweatshirt ended.

You tilted your head to the side, eyes wide, trying to read his expression. It was almost like you were thrown back to when you had first started dating, trying to figure out if he was angry or embarrassed or if he liked it. You played with the hem of the sweatshirt and looked down. “I can go change if you want. I know this one’s your favorite but it’s just so warm.”

Your words snapped him out of whatever trance he was in and he shook his head, a slight frown coming to his lips, offended that you would even consider changing. Katsuki gently pushed you to the other side of the kitchen, lifting you up and setting you on the cool, marbled surface of the counter. “The hell would you think I wanted you to change for, dumbass?”

“Because I couldn’t tell what you were thinking. I couldn't tell if you were angry or upset, so…” You trailed off, cheeks turning red from embarrassment. You liked to think you knew Katsuki well, but times like this is where he would throw you off, completely unexpecting anything he would say or do.

“Hell no, in fact, I never want to see a damn shirt of yours in here again. You look good, hell, even better than I do.” His voice fell to a whisper as he lifted your chin again, your eyes staring into his beautiful vermillion, lips just a few centimeters from his.

Katsuki was so sure you would be able to hear his heart beating out of his chest. Your smile, your laugh, the way you spoke so passionately about your work or listened intently to anything he said about his. His heart rate picked up any time you were near him. At first, he hated it, the tightness in his chest was uncomfortable, and even though it took him a little longer than most to realize, he finally understood what it was.

He took a shaky breath and tucked a strand of damp hair behind your ear before bringing your lips to his. Your hands bundled into his tank top, pulling him closer while one of his settled behind your head. There was something different about this kiss than any of the previous that had been shared between the two of you. It was soft, yet hungry at the same time, passionate like he would never be able to kiss you again.

A burning smell came from the stove, and Katsuki quickly pulled away, rushing to remove the pot from the burner, cursing as the contents bubbled and burned to the hot surface. He ran a spoon through the pot and cursed even louder when he realized the food was burnt to the bottom of the pan.

You couldn’t help but giggle, watching as your boyfriend tossed the pot into the sink. “Suki, I think someone’s trying to tell us we can’t have a good Valentine’s Day.”

His shoulders relaxed at the sound of your laugh, “to hell with them. I’m going to make this the best damn Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had.” He stood before you again, lifting you to sit on the counter and standing between your legs.

“It already has been the best Valentine’s Day.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss.

Katsuki was the first to speak after you broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours and pulling one of your hands away from his shirt, entwining your fingers with his. “I love you, Y/N.”

Your free hand moved up to his slightly damp hair, eyes staring up into his once more, a smile tugging at your lips. “I love you too, Katsuki.” This time, you were the one to pull him into a kiss, over the moon that he felt the same.

The tightness in Katsuki’s chest lifted the moment you spoke those three words to him. All of his worries and fears that you hadn’t felt the same melted away. You meant everything to him, and if he could freeze this moment in time, to hold you the way he was holding you like he is now for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t think twice about it.

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aperrywilliams · 3 years

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Maxcer HC/Blurbs: Someone is Coming

A new one for Maxcer HC/Blurbs/Mini-fics! I hope you like it. Any like, reblog, or comment is appreciated.

Request: "When you have the time. Love to see a little blurb of Maxcer telling the team, they're pregnant."

Word Count: 1.3k.

Warnings: Pregnancy topics and a lot of team fluff.

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After Max told Spencer she was pregnant; they wanted to wait until the 12th-week sonogram to spread the news. Yes, Max and Spencer were ecstatic with the pregnancy, but both were prudent enough and decided no telling anyone - well, almost anyone. Spencer only told his mom by letter, and Max told Michelle because she trusted her sister would be discreet with the news.

That meant Spencer and Max had to navigate the first trimester on their own. That was hard: morning sickness, headaches, muscular aches, body changes, and mood swinging weren't easy for both of them. Spencer tried his best to make Max comfortable, and Max appreciated that, but some things couldn't be 'fixed' and just needed to be faced. The couple had to learn to deal with that.

Max was nervous at the doctor's appointment, and despite Spencer's effort to soothe her, his own nervousness didn't help too much.

"Okay, Ms. Reid, are you ready?" Dr. Finch asked as she entered the room where Max and Spencer were.

"Yes. We are ready," Max answered, squeezing Spencer's hand.

Soon enough, Dr. Finch told the couple that they didn't have to worry. Everything looked perfectly fine with the baby. Both Max and Spencer exhaled in relief as Dr. Finch gave some instructions and freed the couple.

Next step: telling the world they are expecting a baby.

"Okay. A dinner with your father and your sisters to tell your family. Now, how are we going to tell the team?" Spencer asked. Max pondered the options in her mind, and something came up. She smirked at Spencer, and he knew that an idea was in her brain. "Tell me what are you thinking," Spencer demanded.

It was the end of September, and despite Reid's birthday would be in a month, Max thought that a harmless birthday party was the perfect moment to gathering their friends and drop the news without raising any suspicion.

"Why just we can go to the BAU with the sonogram's copies, and we tell them?" Spencer asked Max. He thought her plan was too elaborated to the purpose in mind.

"Honey, don't you feel excited thinking you can fool a bunch of the best profiles in the country? Because I do!" Max tried to convince Spencer about her idea. "Well, if you want to keep it interesting, we can run bets about who catches the news first. What do you say?" Spencer considered her words for a minute.

"Okay. Let's do it!"

Max kicked off the plan talking to Penelope first.

"A birthday party for Boy Wonder? Are you sure, Max? He never liked that kind of celebrations," Garcia said.

"I know, Pen. But I'm worried about him. Spencer has been so down lately that I think seeing his friends on his birthday could cheer him up a bit. It would be great if Morgan and Hotch could come, actually..." Max mused.

"Don't say another word! You're right! Boy Wonder deserves a party. Don't worry about details; I'll take care of Morgan and Hotch," Garcia stated.

Said and done. Before Max could overthink it, Garcia talked to Rossi about using his house and contacted Morgan and Hotch to come. Constellations aligned; they both accepted and booked a flight to DC for that day.

Meanwhile, Max and Spencer prepared a surprise for the team.

That night was a blast for everyone. Spencer was not supposed to know about the party, so he had to act surprised when he entered Rossi's house. It wasn't a total fake surprise because Max didn't tell him Hotch and Morgan would be there. Spencer was ecstatic to see his friends again. The hug that Spencer shared with Morgan and Hotch was pure happiness and emotion.

"You did good, pretty boy. She is great. Garcia told me the party was her idea and to call us her idea as well," Morgan complimented Spencer, both looking at Max talking with Tara and JJ. Spencer nodded.

"Yeah. Max is the best. I have never been more grateful for that Saturday off in the park," Spencer stated. Morgan chuckled.

Past dinner, the lights dimmed, and Max came to the patio with a cake in her hands. Everyone started to sing happy birthday to Spencer. After Spencer blew out the candles, he kissed Max, and the two looked at each other knowingly. Spencer cleared his throat, and everyone kept quiet, waiting for his speech.

"Well, I want to thank you all for coming tonight. I really appreciate you guys—especially Morgan and Hotch, who flew here. That was a good surprise. Thank you. I want to thank Max, my wife, who has to put up with me at home every day. I want to thank her also because she gave me the best gift for my birthday this year, and I want to share it with you guys." As Spencer spoke, Max handed everyone an envelope with a card inside.

Weird faces, frowns, whispers, and thinking looks could be seen among the attendees. Each one opened their envelope and took out their card. The card in question had a copy of Max's sonogram and a text:

'BAU: the place for Best Aunts and Uncles. Baby Reid thanks you for coming to dad's birthday party. Besides, Baby Reid wants to announce that they are coming in March, already eager to meet you all.'

Max stepped beside Spencer, enjoying the team's reactions.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Emily asked after reading her card.

"Oh my God, Spence," JJ was about to cry from pure emotion.

"A baby genius!" Penelope squealed, leaving the card and running to hug Max.

"Pretty boy and pretty girl are going to have a pretty baby!" Morgan excited announced, approaching to hug Spencer.

"That's wonderful news, guys. Congratulations!" Luke said, raising his glass to the couple.

"You're going to join the club. I'm happy for you two," Hotch greeted.

"I have five of those; I guess you can use some advice from here if you needed," Matt teased.

"That baby will be so spoiled! Papa Rossi will take care of that," Rossi admitted.

"With those aunts and uncles, I can assure you that baby Reid never will get bored!" Tara said, laughing.

"Wait, then you knew about this party?" Garcia asked. Spencer nodded. "So… you're not depressed or something, right?"

"I'm sorry, Pen, I didn't want to lie like that, but it was for a good cause," Max acknowledged.

"You fooled us," JJ conceded.

"Sort of. We wanted to tell you guys, but we wanted something unique, and well, my birthday was near in date…" Spencer trailed off. Everyone started laughing.

"I think this was the best way to announce such important news. We'll have a new member of the team. That's reason enough to celebrate," Rossi said. Everyone agreed.

After the hugs, congratulations, and all the questions about Max's pregnancy, the younger couple sat on one of the benches, exhausted.

"How are you doing, Dr. Reid?" Max asked. Spencer had a grin plastered on his face.

"Perfectly. And how are you doing, Ms. Reid?" Spencer asked back.

"Very good. Baby Reid is excited yet, but I don't blame them. Has been a busy night," Max admitted. Spencer rubbed a hand in Max's belly.

"This baby will have the best mom they could ask for," Spencer said, pecking Max's lips. Max smiled.

"And the best dad too. And, of course, the best aunties and uncles in the world as well." Max said, looking at the team laughing and celebrating no so far from them. Spencer chuckled.

"The best family, without a doubt," Spencer recognized.

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 3 years

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You’ve Been Everything (Steve Rogers x OFC!)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC!Orchid Black

Rating: PG-13 - Cursing & Angst

Word Count: 1,787

Side Characters: Natasha Romanoff and Frank Castle

Synopsis: They haven’t shared a bed in months, the snap has changed them both. There is no one to blame.

Info: Based off the song If This Is The End by Ryan McMullan. All mistakes are mine and the dividers are from @firefly-graphics ♥️ This was going to be a Drabble but it got away from me and also it was not my intention to use my face claim for Remedy for Orchid, but Ksenia Solo just fit.

Being a vigilante wasn’t easy when in a relationship, it especially wasn’t easy when you were with the one and only Steve Rogers, the former Captain America. Things had been hard for Steve way before the snap had even happened, it was straining their relationship, with him on the run, Orchid back in New York, working alongside the likes of Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, and occasionally the Spiderkid who had help and forcing Steve to go into hiding. (Not that Orchid blamed Peter, she had no one to blame really but Tony and Steve. Why couldn’t they be like two normal grown men and work their problems out, hell even go to couples counseling?) When the snap happened Foggy, Karen, Jessica, and Luke disappeared, Hell’s Kitchen needed Frank, Matt and her more than ever, along with Queens when Spiderkid didn’t return, Orchid was running ragged. While Steve was silent and stoic, it unnerved her.

What used to be nights curled up on the couch watching documentaries together, playing board games, and cooking together, turned into Orchid staying out late, walking the streets late into the early mornings, oftentimes sleeping on the couch, taking meals from Frank’s fridge of leftovers. Steve had taken to sleeping over at the compound many times, avoiding going back to the apartment in Brooklyn, any chance to avoid having to speak to his girlfriend. He had let Orchid down one too many times and the longing stares she gave him were just a reminder of it.

It was spring going on 3 years after the snap, Frank noticed the dark circles under Orchid's eyes were getting darker and darker. Sighing he scratched his jaw before clearing his throat earning the dark haired girl's attention.

“If Karen was here I would ask her to have this conversation was here, fuck, even Jessica, but since their not, I’ll do it. I think you need to break up with Nomad or whatever Stephen is going by these days. You can’t keep losing sleep over this relationship because whatever you guys have now is not a relationship. I mean you share more meals with me than you do him, I’ve shared a bed more with you than you have with him just this past year.” Before Frank could continue, Orchid reached out silencing the big guy.

“First off it’s Steve, and secondly I know you're right, it’s just, part of me still loves him. I mean whoever thought me Orchid Black would date a man like Steve? He was just so great at the beginning and even just before the whole Tony debacle. Even while searching for Bucky he made time for us, I made time for him, then when he went on the lamb, he made sure to get letters to me, he was a dream. It’s just fallen apart Frank after he lost Sam and Bucky, and I get it, I really do. I just wish he would let me in, but maybe I have this wall up to and it’s over you know?” Orchid felt the tears building up but she wasn’t going to let them fall, no she was going to be strong. She hadn’t cried since that day when she was at a steak out with Karen and Jessica, for both an article Karen was writing, bad guy she and Jessica were trying to take down, when suddenly her friends turned to ash right before her eyes. When she got back to Frank’s place she found out about Foggy and Luke, she cried.

“Then you know what needs to be done.” Frank sighed, taking a gulp of his freshly poured coffee. Reaching into the pocket of her ripped skinny jeans she pulled her phone out reading the time behind the cracked screen. If she left now, she could beat Steve back to the compound upstate and actually have a talk with him.

“Yeah, yeah I do. Can I borrow your truck to go upstate, to the compound?” Orchid looked up to see the keys to the Chevrolet that she had helped him restore hanging from his pointer. With a promise to return it safely within the next 12 or so hours she turned on heel making her way to say her goodbye.

Friday had just let her drive write on through the gates even though it had been over a year since she had last stepped foot on the compound. Orchid pulled as close as she could get to the front doors so that way she could get away fast, it also looked like it could rain any minute. Keeping her head down as to not bring attention to herself she walked into the building making her way to the Avengers living quarters.

“Hello Miss. Black I have informed Miss. Romanoff of your arrival and she asks you to please join her in the main conference room, she has the sangria.” letting a silent Fuck out from under her breathe, getting off the elevator she cracked her neck and knuckles trying her best to relax. Natasha stood in the doorway down the hall leaning against the door jam, a tiny smirk on her face, her red hair was growing in, mixing in with the white blonde she had gone while on the run, it was doing a nice ombré effect.

“You don’t call, you don’t text back, you don’t write to me, what did you do?” Orchid hugged Natasha as she walked into the conference room, she owed her everything, from her life, to the fact she was even ever with Steve. Blushing Orchid took a seat beside Natasha and crossed her legs in an extravagant leather highback chair, immediately taking a sip of the fruity wine drink, avoiding Natasha’s question.

“Okay, seriously this is unlike you, usually when we get together you have so much to talk about, but lately you have been avoiding me. Come to think of it, both you and Rogers have been avoiding me, him I can understand somewhat, but when I ask him about you he just changes the subject. Talk to me Black.” It was Natasha’s turn to take a drink of her wine, while examining her friend, her ex-protégé of sorts that she and Clint once saved while on a mission. The circles under her eyes were much darker than they once had been, she was thinner than she had been before the snap, not that she had much to lose, she looked to be in a state of permanent melancholy, which wasn’t hard to be in the state earth was in.

“I’m breaking up with Steve.” Natasha stopped mid-sip and looked Orchid in the eyes, the trained assassin almost looked surprised but she was trained so well that if you didn't know her you wouldn't know. “It’s just that as much as I love him that we could have found our way back to each other after the snap.” Orchid placed her glass on the table and pushed her long locks of hair back with her other hand, a nervous tick of hers. Natasha sighed before slugging back the rest of her drink.

“You know you’d think as someone who runs group therapy he would be trying to make things work with you.” Scoffing Natasha leaned back crossing her arms clearly annoyed with her super soldier friend. Orchid just shrugged, and stared out the windows as the rain was starting to come down heavily.

“Well, just because you aren’t with Steve anymore doesn’t mean you can’t come see me or you can’t talk to me anymore. You were mine and Clint’s friend before you ever started dating him, Clint would be upset to see you like this.” the familiar feeling of tears building up came back, but she swore she wouldn’t cry and she won’t. Friday alerted them to Steve arriving back at the compound, Orchid got off the expensive chair so she could meet Steve at the elevator, in hopes of speaking with him in the living room. Natasha grabbed her hand giving it 3 squeezes, Orchid returning the sentiment.

Steve wanted to eat and catch up with Natasha and see if she found out anything new from anyone, then hopefully turn in for the night. Today’s group had been longer than usual, Mark who lost both his wife and daughter in snap, had finally gotten the courage to tell his story, and because he did, Luciell who lost her folks, wife, and son spoke for the first time as well. The meetings by the end of them always had him thinking of Sam, making him wonder what he would say, what he would do for the folks, was he making him proud?

Orchid, she stood right outside the elevator when he got off it. He had not seen her since he had gone home to their shared apartment to get more clothes to bring back to the compound a couple weeks before. Orchid he noticed looked almost gaunt, not like the woman who had captured his attention years ago, the one he loved. Steve stood frozen staring at her, he didn’t notice the duffle at her feet till she slid it over to him.

“At one point in time I would have said you were the one for me and I’d like to think maybe you thought the same, but with all the pain we just didn’t cope all that well. It obviously tore us apart and we have been avoiding this for much too long trying to spare each other’s feelings, look where it’s gotten us.” Orchid’s voice cracked, so much for not crying. “We can’t even be in the same room as each other anymore and that’s not love Steve, so I’m doing you a favor and letting you go. You’ve been everything I could have ever asked for and so much more.” Getting on her tippy toes, Orchid leaned forward kissing Steve on the lips one last time. Not giving him a chance to talk or make a move, she sidestepped around him getting on the elevator letting the tears fall.

Perhaps part of her hoped that Steve would follow but the other part of her was just so relieved to have said goodbye. It was done and over. Upstairs Steve stood frozen eyes shut with a single tear slipping down the side of his face almost in shock. He knew it had been a long time coming but it still had hurt to see her go. An arm to his bicep pulled him from his gloom, a hope hit that it would be her coming back, but when he opened his eyes to Natasha’s green eyes.

“It’ll be okay.”

“Will it though?”

“Yeah.”

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aliypop · 2 years

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Why’d You Only Call Me (Chapter 5)

Pairing: POC F OC X Frank Castle

Warning: mentions of blood, language, anxiety, needles, trauma

Word count: 2,758

A/N: So this is taking place during the end of Defenders and the beginning of Punisher. POC F Oc x Frank Castle, Thank you to @herosneednotapply she helped with plotting of this amazing story!. If you like it let me know !

Summary: After the events of The Defenders ridding of The Hand, Yonah finds herself on the battlefield of her own ghost and the ghost of the man she always came to love.

"And where have you been..." Lieberman said, much like a worried wife would, "Out..." Frank glared at the hacker, "And out would be..." his fingers typing on the keys. David had, had enough of Franks sass since day one that he had been here, but the man kept his family safe while calling him a piece of shit and keeping low off the radars. "Outside somethin you don't know about." Frank growled, "That was a good one..." his eyes glued to the many screens. And files that Yonah gave him the night before, "Wanna tell me why for several minutes I've been stuck listening to someone possibly calling out to you as Raven?" he turned to face Frank, "Told you already that Bill's good company..." Frank shrugged, "Anything else new... or ya gonna question me..." ah yes, Frank Castle, the man who had the world against him and on his shoulders, with no one to help him with it, "Well, breached the system a bit, so definitely have to thank Yonah for that!" he smiled as Frank sighed, "Yeah you do..." he growled,

"Look, you two should talk..."

"We do talk..."

"Like talk talk..."

"Talk about what, the fact that Frank Castle went out to meet someone..." Yonah sighed, walking in the bunker, "Holy shit, where'd you come from?" David jumped, hearing her voice, "It's a Wayne thing," she hung her suit jacket up, "How'd you find out..." Frank glanced at her, his eyes piercing at her like knives, "Went to visit Curtis, who told me that a guy named Billy Russo had asked if you were dead..." she shrugged,

"And how'd you know I went out..."

"Well, I called my sister, who told me. That Billy Russo, her boss, had a meeting with you." she grinned,

"Pretty and smart." David winked, mostly trying not to get into the middle of those two.

"Yeah, he did..."

"And..."

"Declined the offer."

"Oh, thank God." she smiled, "Cause if you signed contracts and stuff and what not..." she playfully glared, "I would have been worried." her fingers touching his hand, Frank sighed, "Wait, you visited Curtis?" Yonah got silent as she took a deep breath, "I did..." she laughed, " shit he was onto her, and she knew it,

"Hmm..." he looked at her, seeing her eyes shifting from his gaze. sitting her down, he could tell she was a little tense, "Wanna tell me why princess..." his breath tingling her ears,

"He's trying to recommend me a good therapist because I might have PTSD and symptoms of psychosis..." she looked up at him, "You're not giving me a message to spill my guts, are you..." she questioned as Frank winked her,

"Nah." his hands working a knot, "You looked stressed..."

"Cause I am... I keep having the same nightmare, where I couldn't save Matt, and Theodore's head is usually on the floor talking to me, and sometimes it's Carlo shooting me and-"

"God damn, that's a lot to take in." he sighed. It made sense why she was snappy. Lately, she kept blaming herself for things that weren't her fault. "Yeah... I'm sorry if I'm dragging you into my problems..." she bit her lip, his hands finding another knot caused by how she's been laying on the cot. "Nothing I can't handle, sweetheart." he smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "Nothing a bottle of Jack can't fix either." she winked,

"You didn't..."

"oh, I did..." she smirked, "I wanted to celebrate the fifth case I won."

"Congratulations Yonah!" David shouted from the kitchen as Frank glared over at him, "Francis, be nice..." she pointed up at him much like a mother to a child.

"You have him whipped..." David said, shocked, Frank's hands stopping mid massage,

"I am not..."

"Frankie..." Yonah pouted, "What's wrong..." he asked, as she chuckled, "Whipped."

BZT

"Oh, what now!" Yonah growled. It was a text from Madani, "Sorry gentlemen, the parties gonna have to wait another time..." she sighed, giving Frank a quick peck on the lips and taking her keys, "It's fine, we're heading to Fort Bryon tonight, so..." Yonah fake clutched her heart, "Without me..." she sniffled dramatically at the two men laughing,

"Go to work, babe." Frank winked,

"Fine, but be careful..." she kissed his nose,

"Do I get one of those..." David asked, half-jokingly as Yonah smiled, as she bopped his nose, "I'll leave the kisses to your wife." she winked, heels in hand, sneakers on her feet, "Alright, you two have a good boys night!" she grinned,

"Oh, and David?" she turned to look back at him,

"Yes..."

"If Frank starts to act up, just call me."

"Or what..." Frank asked with a cheeky grin, her eyes looking him up and down, "I'll punish you." she winked, as David sighed, due to the lack of sex in his own life, "Lucky..."

"Shut up..."

Late afternoon traffic wasn't too bad aside from school buses and bikers. Everything else was smooth sailing to Dinah's office. As she walked in there outside her office sat Sam and "Agent Madani." Yonah's heels clicked towards her, "Good news..." she laughed, as Sam held up a small flask, "What is it?" Yonah asked as Dinah patted a spot on the ground, "Bugged too, "she laughed as Sam nodded, "not to be rude, but I'm here because..."

"We might know who did it..." Sam smirked, as Dinah looked over at Yonah, "What about you..." Yonah looked back at Madani, partially gaining a crush on her, "I have a few lines of names to pick through." she shrugged, "But uh, let's get down to bug business?" Sam passed her the flask as she thought about it,

"Still on the clock until..." she looked at her watch, "Ope pass it over, Sammy boy."

"So you're telling me you know that Frank plans to ambush Bennett's..." Billy asked as Ezra sighed. The two at one of the CIA safe houses, "Well, not exactly me, I pulled a few strings, played my sister a little, and asked Allister to hack into a few camera feeds..." straightening out her skirt, "Genuis, you are a pure genius, have I told ya that lately kitten." he whispered in her air as she shivered,

"Save that lust for Madani..." she chuckled, the two at the door waiting for Rawlins, the many things one could say about this man, but Ezra was going to keep quiet by sitting in his living room reading, the two had been in his office for what felt like hours, and yet she knew that at any moment Rawlins would come to her and ask her,

"So why isn't Russo dead yet..." he whispered as Ezra glanced back at Billy." I figured you'd still need him, sir..." she glanced from the book, "After all, he does do your evil bidding." she snarled at him, "And he looks good doing it..." turning another page, "Mhmm..." he grabbed her face,

"I want him dead after this..."

"Then stop being a coward and kill him yourself..." she spat back, loosening herself from his grip. Nothing was surprising to her about Rawlins. He was just a man with power, that coward in fear over who would kill him when the time comes,

"Hey, pretty boy..." Ezra smirked as Billy began suiting up for the attack, Anvil agents gearing up to leave, "Hmm?" he turned to look back at her, "Be careful out there..." she mentioned as he chuckled, "Sounds like you care for me darlin, " he winked as Ezra chuckled, "Aren't friends supposed to," she teased, "Oi that's cold Wayne." taking his helmet from her,

"Yeah, I know Russo." she stuck her tongue out at him.

Yonah growled, sitting on the rooftop patroling Hells Kitchen, it wasn't much to do, but it beat sitting in the bunker waiting for Frank and Lieberman to return,

"Hey, Addie..." she sighed, a bit bloodied from a few fights, "Yonah, what are you doing..." she asked as looking at her super suit, "Taking care of the city..." Yonah smiled, back turned towards her still, "Mhmm... so did you get your apartment debugged or..." she asked as watching as Yonah tried to listen to the commotion of the city, "Stop trying to be Matt..." she sighed as Yonah grumbled, "I'm not trying to be Matt..." she lied,

"I just want to continue what he did..."

"Oh, so leave you while for an ex and the die, while being possibly pregnant..." she mumbled as Yonah looked at her,

"You're..."

"I don't know yet, but I might be ..." she saw Yonah's face, bruises on her cheek, "Fisk's old goons?" she asked as Yonah smiled, " The hounds of hell..." Addie's hand on her cheek, healing it, "Do you wanna keep it..." gesturing to her stomach,

"Why should I..."

"Cause then I could be a God aunt." she grinned, "And baby clothes and a family..."

"And everything Matt's abandoning..." Addie sighed, "For all I know, it could be gas..." she shrugged, "But now you missy sound like you want that." Addie commented, hearing the tone in her voice, "Want what?" she chuckled as Addie glared at her, " A family... preferably with Rambo." she joked as Yonah sighed,

"I haven't thought about it..."

"So if you had a son, you'd name him-"

"Felix... and he'd have Frank's curls and his soft eyes and-" she growled. Addie always had her way of pulling out the truth of people. "You haven't thought about it, huh?" Addie teased. Yonah did. She thought about it all the time. But never told Frank. She didn't want to burden him with that thought, considering what happened to his family,

"I do, and I think about us having a little girl." she smiled, "She'd be so cute... " Addie grinned at her friend, who seemed to find something normal within her life,

"Then tell him this..."

"How..."

"Hint about it." Addie winked, "Works like a charm."

Back in the bunker were Frank, Yonah, and Lieberman. Yonah stood next to the computers, icy hot pads on her back as she glanced at Frank, her attention back on David, "So how'd it go..." she asked as the two men grunted, "Frank got a bit pissed off..." he mumbled, as she sighed,

"Why..."

The piece of shit had a sandwich..."

"And you ate a Tuna packet, Frank," David smirked

"What if I wanted a sandwich..."

"Oh my God!" Yonah laughed, "You two are acting like you're married." she chuckled as they got silent, "I meant, how was infiltrating the base..." she asked, her hands in her sweatpant pockets.

" Oh... we found some information."

"And..." she smirked,

"Shot a few people..."

"As usual." Yonah chuckled, "Sounds like you had a great night without me..." she sighed, the two shaking their heads at her, "So how was your night?" David asked, knowing that's what she wanted, "Got into a few fights," she began to pace, "Stopped by the gun range..." she shrugged, "Caught up with a friend." David nodded as Frank kept his attention on her. He knew what she was doing. She did it well, walking aloof and, sing songing her words, she was hinting something,

"And what were you two talking about..."

"Oh, usual girls stuff..." Yonah grinned. She knew he was on to her,

"Mhmm, and did this girl stuff have to do with me?"

"Well,"

"Yonah..."

"Yes." she bit her lip a little. David sighed. He knew it was que to go, or so he thought, "You can stay case things get ugly." she whispered,

"Tell me what it was..."

"Frank... don't want you to get upset or anything like that, but..." his eyebrow quirked up, "Can't be worse than the shit going on now." he shrugged,

"Alright, well, lately I've been thinking thoughts, and they've been interesting thoughts and..."

"Damn it, just spit it out..."

"I thought maybe one day we could have a family," she mumbled. Both David and Frank were quiet, "See, I knew I'd blew it with that idea... I should have just kept it to myself and-"

Frank sighed. As much as he loved the idea, it was a little too soon, on both their behalf, "Sweetheart..." he watched as she walked off,

"Anyone still up for some Jack..." she asked tears in her eyes.

"Yonah..." David walked after her. Frank was getting in his head again about all that could go wrong and everything that did. Seeing her cry always made him feel like shit, but being the one to cause her to cry made her feel worse, "Hey, honey... look at me... What you said was sweet, it's just a stressful time for us all and-" he wiped her tears, "What if Frank doesn't want me anymore..." she whimpered,

"Sweetie, he's Frank. Not many people romantically want Frank..." he laughed as she chuckled, "I see I still got my dad charms." he smiled, "You're a good friend David..." she hugged him tightly, Frank in vision as he mouthed, "Can we talk?"

Yonah nodded, "I smell blood is Frank behind me..." David asked as he heard him grumble, David, staring him down, "Be gentle with her. She's feeling fragile,"

"What made you change your mind..." Frank asked, "Cause the night ya left..." he sighed, "You said you didn't want non of that." Yonah sat on the countertop, her feet dangling, "I know and... I was scared..." she looked down at her feet, "Scared of what..." he stepped closer, finger curled under her chin, to get her to look at him, "Me?" Yonah tsked at him, "No." brown eyes looking deep into his, "Then what..." he sighed, "Tell me what is it, princess..." he asked as she took a deep breath,

"I was scared of commitment!"

"But you up and ran off to marry some bastard..." he nearly spat, "You wouldn't understand..." she tried to push him away, "You and this I wouldn't understand, I can't understand shit if you don't make me understand shit." Frank was right, and she knew it,

"Now explain it to me..."

"I don't know how to..."

"Just be honest with me, talk to me like you talk to, fuck, like Red, or Nelson," he shrugged, holding her hands, "Alright, when you first asked, I was scared to commit... because all my life I never saw what true love was..." she sighed, as Frank sat next to her,

"Whys that..."

"Well... my dad was the playboy billionaire, never slept with the same woman once, and I never had the greatest lovers..." she chuckled, "I was shit at love... " her head in his lap looking up at him, "You think you were shit at love, should've heard how I proposed to Maria." he joked as she chuckled,

"How'd you propose."

"I looked at her and said, Maria, I refuse to let you raise our kid on your own, so I'll marry you."

"It's not bad..." her eyes shifting to the side,

"Bullshit Yonah..." he kissed the bridge of her nose, "Look, Frank. I didn't want to leave, but I did it anyways, and I know it broke you." her soft palms on his face, "But I don't wanna go anywhere unless it's with you," she said as he leaned into her touch, "I don't wanna love anyone else unless it's you, and-" leaning over Frank kissed her soft lips, both of their noses in the way as they both smiled at each other,

"I love ya too." he grinned. Yonah's eyes dilated much like a cat's. It had been the first time he'd said it verbally, even though he'd shown it many ways,

"And if we make it out of this shit alive, then maybe we can start by a proposal first."

"Would I be Mrs. Castle or Mrs. Castiglione ?" she asked, "Whatever the hell you want as long as ya mine." he winked, "Now c'mon," he picked her, "You got work tomorrow..." he winked,

Yonah blushed, leaving out the shower as she caught eyes with David, "So I see you talked, talked," he grinned, Yonah clearing her throat, "Mhmm we uh did..." she rubbed the back of her neck, "Good, good, " he laughed handing her, her briefcase,

"Uh, hey, if you see Madani tell her sorry for her loss..."

"Wh-What do you mean..." she asked as David said, "Just do it... I uh gotta go." he winked, checking at her phone there was a text from her sister,

: Can we talk?

: Headed to my office now.

: Already there

#ezra Shanel wayne #frank castle #billy russo #david lieberman #oc x frank castle #poc oc x canon #yonah shanel wayne #the punisher fanfiction #the punsiher #nmcu fanfic #nmcu #new

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chilling-seavey · 3 years

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Lucy's pregnancy scare ~T

I’m so surprised no one has asked about this since it was in Lucy’s character profile from sooo long ago but, finally, here we go 😂😶🥰

Lucy was sure she was royally fucked. In all senses of the word.

She stood in front of her bathroom mirror and stared down at her phone screen on the counter, the app open and reflecting the large bold font spelling out ‘2 weeks late’ in red. Angry, scary red. She was freshly eighteen, had a scholarship to CCPA lined up, a promising future, and she was late.

Of course, being the youngest, her sisters were long moved out which left Lucy all alone to stew on this information all morning, locked in her room. She had to confide in someone but deciding who was the issue. Every adult in her life had pros and cons when it came to sharing secrets and Lucy was debating just not telling anyone at all.

Pregnant was such a scary word.

Lucy was the drama queen of her sisters but when it came to the possibility of becoming a teenager mother, any girl would start to go a little insane with worry. She stood in front of her full length mirror and turned to the side and lifted up the bottom of her shirt to try to see if there was any sort of bump. The small, miniscule curve under her hand had her gasping.

She yanked her shirt back down and flopped backwards onto the end of her bed with a huff, emotional tears welling in her eyes. What was she supposed to do? One night and it was just her luck that she was met with this.

Lucy clutched her hands together over her chest, “God, I am sorry I sinned. I should have begged on my knees for your forgiveness as soon as I possibly could but I didn’t and now you’re spiting me, I know it. I am so terribly sorry. I will never ever do such a terribly horrible awful disgusting thing until I am married if you please just give me my period right now.”

She paused.

“Please? Right now.”

Another pause.

Nothing.

“Fuck.” Lucy sighed, dropping her palms over her face. She quickly pressed them together again, “Sorry for cursing.”

She drummed her fingers together lightly, her eyes still closed in thought of what she needed or should do next, “Now, dear, sweet, glorious and good, Heavenly Father, I just need you to bring me even a sliver of salvation because I know my dad is going to absolutely murder me.”

Lucy tiptoed down the hallway and peeked around the doorway into the main area of the apartment where Florence was making lunch.

“Good morning, Lucy Lu.” Florence smiled over at her daughter. “You slept in today.”

“Yeah.” Lucy mumbled, sitting herself at the breakfast bar. Her mother didn’t know she had been up since 7, gong crazy in her own mind. “Where’s Daddy?”

“At work.”

“Right.” Lucy said with a sigh.

Florence sit over a sandwich to her and then sat beside her with her own.

“I’m not very hungry right now.” Lucy mumbled, pushing the plate away so she could slouch her head into her folded arms on the countertop.

“Are you feeling okay?” Florence ran her hand over her daughter’s back.

Lucy shook her head, “I feel so sick.”

It wasn’t a lie. She truly felt like she might completely vomit. Pregnancy or nerves? She wasn’t sure.

“Why don’t you go lay down and I can make you some tea?” Florence offered.

Lucy shook her head again. She couldn’t keep stewing on this…it would completely drive her insane.

“I need to talk to you and Daddy.” Lucy sat up again, glancing over at her mother with a pout.

“He won’t be home until 5 but I’m here.” Florence said softly, petting back her daughter’s long blonde hair. “What’s going on?”

Lucy slouched back onto the counter with a groan, “I want him home now.”

She was draped so dramatically over the counter she nearly looked deathly ill or acting as such and her solemn face had Florence worried, “Talk to me in the meantime and he can catch up-”

“Mommy, I need to call him.” Lucy said strongly.

Daniel would always drop anything for his girls and when his youngest called him at work with her voice wavering and asking for him to come home, you best bet he clocked out early and headed right for his car. With no sort of hint as to why Lucy needed him home so desperately – just her rehashing that was important – Daniel was stuck in his mind the whole way home. But his worst idea of the drive seemed to have been a reality as Lucy sat both her parents in the living room, barely giving Daniel a second to put his bag down, before she was ripping off the band aid.

“I’m pregnant.”

Not even a ‘hello’ or a ‘thanks for dropping everything to come home’, simply, getting to the point. Silence fell over the apartment. Daniel and Florence stared at their daughter blankly for a moment. Two moments. Three.

“I think.” Lucy added softly.

“You think or you know?” Florence asked gently, having been through the same thing once before at her very same age.

Lucy, looked to her mother with tears in her eyes, “I’m two weeks late.”

Daniel opened his mouth to say something but closed it again and let out a very long breath, holding his face in his hands with his elbows on his knees. He made some sort of weird noise – somewhere between a groan and a whimper that did not sound human in the slightest – and then stood right back up and walked down the hallway, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

Lucy gasped lightly, watching the empty hallway where her father had disappeared down, and her eyes filled with tears. She let out a small sob and hid her face in her hands.

“Hey, hey. Come here.” Florence reached for her hand and led her over to the couch, sitting her down and wrapped her arms securely around her daughter. “It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay.”

“Daddy hates me!” Lucy cried, tears pouring down her cheeks.

“Oh my gosh, he does not hate you.” Florence tisked, wiping her thumb over her daughter’s cheeks to rid her tears. “He just needs some time to wrap his head around this, we all do. But you know how he is.”

Lucy leaned into her mother’s side and cried loudly, “I’m so scared!”

“I know, sweet girl. I know you are.” Florence sighed, holding her close and pressing comforting kisses to her head. “I know exactly how you feel.”

“Why aren’t you mad at me?” Lucy finally asked.

“What would getting mad do for us? It won’t change anything.” Florence said.

“Daddy’s mad.” Lucy argued softly.

“No…I think you just scared him a little.” Florence chuckled lightly, rubbing her hand over her daughter’s back.

Both women watched the hallway as if expecting him to return but he didn’t. Lucy sighed heavily, resting her head on her mother’s shoulder, finding the usual comfort that came with her embrace. They waited a few long seconds in silence.

“Have you taken a test?” Florence finally asked.

Lucy shook her head.

“So we don’t know for sure.”

“But…look.” Lucy flopped back against the couch and lifted up the bottom of her shirt. “You can see it.”

“You won’t be able to see anything for at least six weeks.” Florence chuckled. “You’re just the same as you were.”

Lucy huffed and tugged her shirt back down. She stared blankly at the ceiling.

“I’m going to go talk to your father.” Florence said and stood up from the couch. “Are you okay here for a moment?”

Lucy nodded through her pout.

Florence left her with a kiss to her head before making her way down the hallway to the master bedroom at the end. Daniel was sat on the end of the bed, elbows on his knees and face in his hands, unmoving.

Florence closed the door behind her and walked over to join him. He didn’t look up.

“I failed as a father.” he mumbled.

“Oh Lord, Daniel James.” Florence sighed, “You did not.”

“She…” Daniel looked over at his wife, his own tears grazing his blue eyes. He took a second to try and steady his breathing, and continued in a whisper, “She had sex.”

“Yeah, Dani. That’s how it works.” Florence said.

“Bleh!” Daniel shuttered, scrunching up his face in disgust. “That’s horrible.”

“You did too. That’s how we made her.” Florence gestured towards the general direction of the living room.

“Yeah but…she’s my baby.” Daniel retorted through a small sniffle. He bowed his head again as he tried to compose himself. “My baby girl is having a baby. She…she had sex and she’s having a baby.”

“Okay stop saying that because now you’re grossing me out.” Florence said.

“I hate her stupid boyfriend.”

“I know you do. I’m not too crazy about him either.”

“He reminds me of Matt.”

Florence paused a moment to think about it, “Shit…you’re right.”

“He’s a jerk and selfish and ill-mannered and makes terrible decisions and…he got our baby girl pregnant.” Daniel groaned, dropping his face back into his hands.

“God, she’s more like me every day.” Florence sighed. “In all the worst ways too. Just my luck. You didn’t fail as a father; I failed as a mother.”

That seemed to switch something inside of Daniel as he turned to glance over at his wife, her own chin in her hands. He took a deep breath and stood up, situating himself right in front of her.

“No. No way. She’s got the best of you Flora. All the best of you. But she has something you didn’t; she has parents who actually give a shit. Or at least it seemed when now instead of being out there and holding her and comforting her through this we’re in here moping like we’re the children.”

Daniel walked off before Florence could answer and she watched him walk into their ensuite bathroom. There was a sound of a bit of a commotion and she stood up to stand in the doorway, watching him shuffle through the cabinet under one of the sinks. He sat back with a pregnancy test box in hand and an uncertain expression on his face. Leaving the other things thrown over the floor, Daniel stood up again. Florence followed him back down the hallway to the living room, where Lucy was curled up on the couch with her knees to her chest and her fingernail in her mouth; anxiously impatient.

With her parents back in the room, she stood up quickly, “I’m sorry if I upset you.”

She glanced at the box in her father’s hand.

“What’s that?”

Daniel held it out to her, and she hesitantly took it.

“You’re going to take that and we’re going to all look at it together, okay?”

Lucy glanced back up at her parents, looking between them with uneasiness spread all over her face. She was waiting for the yelling, for the obvious disappointment, but Daniel only stepped closer and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Go on.” he whispered, gesturing her down the hall.

Lucy got herself in the bathroom and Daniel and Florence waited right outside, hand in hand. The apartment was silent. It seemed to be taking her a while but Daniel didn’t dare rush her, simply staring at the ceiling and clutching onto his wife’s hand. The seconds ticked by into minutes.

“How long does it take to pee?” Daniel mumbled anxiously under his breath and stepped away from Florence to knock on the door. “Lucy? Are you okay in there?”

There was shuffling from the other side and then the door opened. Lucy was red-eyed and crying but held the taken test out to her father. Only a single pink line was shown. Not pregnant.

“Oh fuck.” Daniel exhaled deeply, passing it to Florence before scooping his daughter right into his arms. Lucy clung onto him tightly, sobbing her tears of relief into his neck. Daniel cried right along with her, silent thankful tears that were mixed in with a bit of sad as he realized that day that his girls were truly all grown up.

“I’m sorry!” Lucy wailed. “I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t apologize.” Daniel leaned back from their tight embrace to hold her face in his hands. “You always come to us, okay? About anything…especially things like this. This was scary and nerve-wracking, but I am proud of you. And really fucking relieved.”

Lucy chuckled lightly as he pressed a kiss to her head and pulled her close again, burying her against his chest like he was going to swallow her with his arms.

“You’ve got a whole bright and incredible future, Princess, so don’t be stupid about things, okay? I want to see you succeed before you have babies. I want to see you married before you have babies.”

“I don’t want babies with Jackson!” Lucy said quickly. “He hasn’t replied to my text in four days!”

“Breakup with him. He doesn’t deserve you.” Florence spoke up, brushing her daughter’s hair from her face and kissed her temple.

“Yes. Breakup with him and I’ll take out for dinner wherever you want.” Daniel agreed.

Lucy leaned up to kiss his cheek before heading to her room to grab her phone, calling over her shoulder, “Can we stop at church before dinner though because I really need to repent.”

#anything but mine #daniel seavey imagines #daniel seavey #why dont we

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anika-ann · 4 years

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The Troubles Are Lurking in Queens - Pt.1

Of Arrogant Lawyers and Cheerful… Spider Vigilantes?

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader Word count: 1860

Type: Two-shot, reader insert

Warnings: swearing, mention of attempted assault and a gun and a knife, pregnancy, adorable Peter Parker aka your friendly neighbour Spiderman

Summary: When an arrogant lawyer demands his paperwork right now or better yet this very moment, you’re a good wife to Matt and decide to deliver the documents yourself – for your husband’s mental health sake (and for the sake of the meeting he’s running to).

The catch is the said lawyer has his office in Queens – and whoever said Hell’s Kitchen was the least safe place in NYC was clearly lying.

You were staring at barrel of a gun. And your first thought was: the universe is punishing me for falsifying legal documents.

It happened approximately like this:

“Mr. Davidson-” Matt murmured, massaging the bridge of his nose, giving up the struggle of tying up his tie with one hand. Though that might have had something to do with the fact you snatched the said hand away to do it for him.

“I understand you would like to have the-"

You couldn’t make out a word, but the male voice on the other end sounded downright outraged. This Mr. Davidson had been pissing you off for quite a while; he was the opposite counsel on one of Matt’s cases and he was making everything difficult in the line of paperwork, well-aware Matt was going to dismantle him.

He. Was. Indescribably. Arrogant. Which was something you just couldn’t stand and it drove you up the wall.

“I just don’t have time right— no, I do not have a messenger boy on my disposal just to deliver the documents to you, you can be sure as-" You covered Matt’s mouth before he could swear, gaining a look as grateful as frustrated and wounded.

Oh yeah, you would love to even send this guy to hell and back just to kick him back down there, but Matt had a professional image to maintain. He inhaled deeply.

“Mr. Davidson, I’ll even deliver you the document myself-"

“With coffee and ‘go fuck yourself’…” you hummed as you finished the tie, causing the corners of Matt’s lips twitch.

“-but I just can’t do it before noon.”

Matt listened to the man’s raised voice for a while, grinding his teeth.

You felt really sorry for Matt. And what did a good wife do when feeling sorry for her husband? Helped him.

“I can deliver it.”

Matt shook his head, covering the phone. “I need to print it in non-braille version somewhere and sign it. I don’t have time for that-"

“I can sign it,” you shrugged. Matt’s eyebrow shot up. “What? I saw you sign stuff more times than I can count. It will be fine.”

“That’s a fraud.”

“It stays in a family. I’ll be signing by my own last name.”

Matt’s features softened at the note, but he didn’t change his mind. “That’s still a fraud, sweetheart.”

You pointed at the phone wordlessly; the man on the other end of the was so caught up in his monologue, enchanted by listening to the sound of his own voice, that he didn’t even notice no one was responding.

Matt pouted in an ‘okay, you have a point’ way. His eyebrow furrowed with concern – of course it did. He always worried about you, sometimes for a good reason, however, lately… ever since you two had found out you were going to be parents, a new life growing in your belly… well. Matt was anxious and downright paranoid.

“You would do it?”

“Sure. I could use a walk.” Oh, you could. You might be having a day off, but sitting on a couch all day might actually kill you.

“It’s in Queens.”

“...and a subway ride.”

He still seemed to struggle.

“-are you even listening to me?!”

And that did it. Matt cracked. “Of course, Mr. Davidson. You’ll have the documents before noon.”

“Now was that so hard?”

Matt inhaled sharply and you quickly took the phone from his hand.

“Mr. Murdock put you through to me. I’ll deliver you the documents. It was a pleasure to deal with you, Mr. Davidson,” you chatted sweetly and ended the call. Matt was watching you, pressing his lips together, clearly holding back a smile.

“You’re a mischief.”

He kissed you forehead lovingly.

“Me?” you asked innocently. “I was perfectly polite. He was being a dick. Now, you mean the papers for the Howard’s case, right? Speak fast or you really will be late for your meeting…”

That was how you found yourself on your way to Mr. Davidson’s office in Queens, two copies of whatever paperwork with yours/Matt’s signature and the bloody Google maps app that wasn’t counting on alleyways. And you had about four extra pounds just in your belly, so you really wanted to count any shortcut in.

On a second thought, maybe God was not punishing you for the little fraud with the signatures but for your laziness.

Now you were staring at a barrel of a gun, four pounds of living growing mass of your baby in your belly and you really didn’t know how to fight the mugger off. The memory of Matt’s voice reminding you the first rule – run from the danger – was shushed by a dreamed voice of his that was telling you to just give the thug your fucking purse, because running was not an option in your state and situation; on top of everything, Mr. Davidson’s ‘now was that so hard?’ mocked you and you mentally yelled YES.

“Are you deaf too? Give me your fucking bag!”

“Okay, okay— just… just don’t shoot! I’ll give you my phone and wallet, but I have some legal papers I can’t-”

He shot into air and you jumped, your instinct screaming at you how to disarm him – Matt had taught you how, you had actually done it before, because you fucking lived in Hell’s Kitchen, the most dangerous area in NYC, Matt had taught you for a reason. But another instinct – not to take any risks and protect your baby – was much stronger. You gulped, feeling tears gathering in your eyes.

“Please, just— just don’t hurt me.” Don’t hurt the baby. “Here-"

You barely managed to extend your hand with the handbag when something white curled around the gun – more like cocooned it – and pulled the weapon away.

Both you and your assailant gasped.

“Fuck.”

“Up here, bad guy!” a cheerful male voice called out and you fought the urge to look up, not wanting to leave the still dangerous man out of your sight.

Good thing you didn’t; he pulled out a knife and lunged after you.

You barely dodged the knife and caught his forearm. He seemed surprised at your defence, but let the knife fall, trying to catch it with his free hand. You listened to your first instinct – you deflected the knife before he caught it.

You managed to kick his knee and then his both legs were suddenly tied together with the strange white-- thingie and the thug was pulled away, cursing.

You blinked in shock, looking in the direction he was being dragged. A strange man of not so strong built, dressed in blue and red costu— armour, it must have been an armour, because he was obviously stopping a crime in a dress-up, which made him a vigilante. And as a vigilante wife, you knew vigilantes were in fact not wearing costumes, but armours.

“What kind of a douche attacks a pregnant woman?!” he demanded exasperatedly and with one motion of his wrist, the mugger’s hands were tied too. “Coward!”

And he knocked him out, tossing him aside, looking up at you. What kind of a mask was that? The strange eye area-- and was that a spider emblem on his chest?

He took several steps towards you and you instinctively stumbled back.

This guy might have saved your ass, but he was still a stranger, shooting some white sticky substance from his wrist and he was wearing a spider themed cos- armour and it was really creepy. Which said something considering your own husband was lurking at night dressed like the Devil himself.

“Hey, it’s okay! I’m not gonna hurt you! I promise!”

He held out his hands, showing you they were empty and that he meant no harm. Jesus, he was so thin. Was he even a man? Was he a kid? Like, a teenager? His voice sounded like it still some masculine changes to go through.

“Who are you?” you asked cautiously. ‘How old are you?’

“I came to help! I’m just your friendly neighbour Spiderman!”

The who now? “I’m not... from the neighbourhood. I’m-"

“-BLEEDING! Oh god, oh god. You really showed the guy, but you’re bleeding. Oh god, oh shit— now that’s more money to the swear jar-" the kid, and you were now sure he was a kid, started panicking and you had no idea why, because-- oh.

Your hand was bleeding.

“Oh.”

“Oh god, I have to get you to a hospital-"

You froze. “That’s not necessary-” You didn’t have time for a hospital now. You needed to deliver the stupid papers; your hand had to wait, it didn’t look too deep, you’d be fine. Though it did kinda hurt, how had you missed that?

“What?!” the kid squeaked. “You’re bleeding! I should have done better, oh no-"

You felt a ridiculous urge to comfort him all of sudden, so you crossed the distance, boldly caressing his arm.

“Hey, no, you did great-"

“But you’re bleeding, miss— madam? I should probably go with madam-"

You pressed her lips together so you wouldn’t laugh at his babbling. Had he noticed your ring? Maybe it was your growing belly.

“It’s alright, Spiderman. You saved me from getting shot and mugged, that’s wonderful.”

He looked up. “So you’re not mad at me? Why don’t you want me to take you to the hospital then?”

“Because-"

“Of course! Karen, call mister Stark!” he blurted out, delighted he found a solution.

“What?!”

You wanted to ask who Karen was and where she had been hiding, but Stark’s name kinda caught your attention more urgently. Call Stark? You would hope he was talking about a different Stark, but this kid had some sort of a suit and was playing hero, so-

“It’s okay, he’ll help-” the boy was quick to reassure you, poor kid not having clue why you did not want to see Tony Stark in the slightest.

“No!”

“He’s a good guy!”

“I don’t need-"

“Oh, Mr. Stark! Thank god. I have a woman— no, not a girlfriend, I mean-- no, not an experimental intimate stuff mentor-"

You almost choked on your own spit. Now you had no doubt he was talking to Tony freaking Stark, because he would make a remark like that. Wonderful. You hadn’t been interacting too much with Tony; in fact, you had only met once, the meeting being pretty intense, with blood, kidnapping and stuff.

“An injured one! She was almost mugged and she’s pregnant and she’s bleeding— from her hand!” he explained exasperatedly, gesturing wildly with his hands. “And she wouldn’t go to the hospital and she’s saying it’s not necessary, but-”

There was a short silence and you wondered what Tony was saying, where, when, how and WHY had he recruited a kid and what the hell was all this.

You checked the time, finding out you really needed to go.

“I’ll show you how she is. Karen, initiate a video call-"

“No! Wait!” you yelped, lunging after a non-existent phone, desperately wanting to stop him. Oh no, please, you so didn’t have time for Tony Stark. You were sure that if Stark saw you, he would recognize you and-

“Mr. Stark is saying I should definitely bring you-"

-and would want you to come.

You raised your hands in defensive gesture. “I’m walking away.”

You looked around, gathered your handbag and stuff, spun on your heels-

“No way! Mr. Stark thinks you need medical attention-"

“I’ll make sure he needs medical attention unless I’m walking away.,” you growled loudly, more annoyed than anything else. “I really need to deliver these papers-"

“Oh! Where?! I’ll drop them off for you, madam! Maybe it’s even on our way! Where do you need them?”

You were so stunned you stuttered an address.

“Great! Let’s go!”

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Part 2 (final)

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Thank you for reading!

(This is an oldie, might feel a bit different than my usual stuff)

#fanfiction #marvel #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock imagine #peter parker #peter parker imagine #matt murdock #mcu #daredevil #spiderman #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #imagine #marvel fanfic #the troubles are lurking in queens #anika ann

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tirednerd2012 · 3 years

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Masterlist (Updated 8/11/21)

Includes series, plus any important OCs mentioned!

1. Everything is Going to be Okay (EIGTBO)

Characters:

Jenny: Jenny is Barley’s friend, later girlfriend then wife. She is the older sister of Leo and has helped raise him. She loves her brother and father very much and doesn’t have a good relationship with her mother. She and Barley bonded over raising siblings and how people view Frank, her father, like they do Barley. They eventually fall for each other and continue a relationship throughout the series.

Leo: Leo is Jenny’s younger brother and Ian’s best friend. He is the same age as Ian and is very energetic and adventurous. He encourages Ian to get out there, too, and the two have a brotherly friendship. He also gets along with Barley and views him as an older brother since dating Jenny.

Frank: Leo and Jenny’s dad. He left their mother after she started being abusive towards Leo, and almost put their son in the hospital. He moved several states over so that she wouldn’t be able to find the kids, but she has managed to track them down. He works hard to provide for his family, but unfortunately it doesn’t leave a lot of time for him to see them.

Kyle: The mom’s boyfriend. He is going to be a bit of a recurring character and a main antagonist to Barley. He wants the kids to come home and tries to show up when Frank isn’t around, but Barley stands in the way of that. The two hate each other, but he doesn’t know much about Ian as of right now.

Stories:

Everything is going to be Okay

I Understand (Jenny and Leo intro)

Barley’s Nightmare

Ian’s Nightmare

A Look into the Future

Snow Day

Sick

Jenny and Barley bonding

First Kiss

Too Stressed

Hardest Days

Lazy Morning

Camping

Playing

Hospital

Lost in the Store

Barley’s Past

Just Want to be by You

A Family Full of Love

Kirk in EIGTBO

Broken Arm

I’d Always Come for You

Happy Birthday, Barley

2. I Won’t Let Go

Characters:

Drew: Barley’s ex-boyfriend. He was extremely abusive and tried to kill Barley in the middle of a fight. After their break up, Drew was furious that Barley had the nerve to end the relationship and started going after Ian to get his attention. Drew knew better than anyone how much Barley loves his little brother and wants to use that to get back in a relationship and control Barley once more.

Kirk: Drew’s friend. Him and Barley absolutely hate each older and are polar opposites. Both older brothers, but view the roles differently. Kirk wants to control everything and Barley wants to support Ian and show him love. Kirk views Ian as a means for power and continues to target him. He wants Ian to bring Luke back, but also wants to taunt and torture Barley. The two are worst enemies because of their differences.

Luke: Kirk's younger brother. He used to admire his older brother and ignored how physically, mentally and emotionally abusive and manipulative Kirk was because he loved him. That and he used to see it as Kirk was overprotective and wouldn't let anyone else hurt him. So when he finally realized what was happening, he tried to leave and it ended it a violent fight where Kirk accidently killed his brother in a fit of rage. Part of Kirk's mission is to try and force Ian to be able to bring Luke back, but he doesn't see anything wrong with his actions.

Matt: Luke's best friend who saw how bad Luke was being abused. He was the one who helped Luke realize what was happening and encouraged him to leave, even offering him a place to stay. He holds himself responsible for Luke’s death. He also went into hiding, partially out of shame, but he also knew Kirk would kill him the moment he came out because he could convince people that Kirk did kill Luke.

Drew’s First Appearance

The Break Up

Drew’s Return

Injuries

Nightmares

Prank Gone Wrong

Kirk’s Appearance

An Older Brother’s Guilt

Aftermath of the kidnapping

Late Night Visit

Taunting

Safe House Part 1

Safe House Part 2

Found

Ian goes Missing

3. Wizards Have it Hard

Clarke: Clarke is an old potions maker who comes from a family that focused on potion making. He knows how rare the blood of a wizard is and as soon as he learns about Ian, he kidnaps and tortures him with the intent on using Ian for powerful potions.

Clarke’s Appearance

Threats Coming In

Fire Story and Dying

Barley’s POV for the Fire Story

Attack

Barley Will Always Fix It

Panic Attacks

4. Stand Alone stories

Ian thinking about how Barley always helps him up

Barley does not handle Ian being bullied well

Little Barley takes care of Little Ian

Fainting

Don’t Talk About My Brother

#onward #eigtbo #iwlg #whih #ian lightfoot #barley lightfoot #masterlist

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harryskalechips · 4 years

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Harry and y/n were in a group of friends and harry and yn got married then divorced but the other 2 people in their group is also a couple and have a kid and one day the couple dies in a car crash and it was in their will that harry and yn will take care of their child if they die so the two has to get along for the kid and because of it they end up together again?

Hi sorry, this took so long, I’ve been avoiding long pieces to write but here we have it! I decided that they wouldn’t be divorced but legally separated instead since it would be easier for them to be together for the lil baby!!! enjoy!

word count 1622

“How are you?” Harry silently asks his wife as she unpacks her things in Kelly and Jackson’s room. It’s been three months since their car accident and their best friends coping with their deaths. Harry, Y/N, Kelly and Jackson met each other in university and although they all ended up dating someone in the group, Harry and Y/N couldn’t make it.

They dated for 4 years and were married for 2 but little problems became too big for them to solve. After the separation, they barely spoke to one another but for some odd reason, Kelly and Jackson chose them two to become Matthew’s guardians. Maybe, they forgot to update their will but Harry and Y/N would do anything to protect their son anyways. Since the couple didn’t have any extended family, their best friends were the only family they have. It hurt them so much when the couple legally separated two years ago.

“I’m good.” Y/N looks around the empty room. She starts tearing up again and Harry doesn’t wait for another second to sit beside her and take her in his arms. “It just… it hurts so much.”

“I know love, I know.” He closes his eyes and hugs her tightly. For the past three months, they’ve been moving into the house and moving Kelly and Jackson’s old things in the storage room. They wanted to keep everything so Matthew can have them when he’s older. The court has also been finalizing their adoption for him. Although they were separated they chose to stick together and give Matthew a complete family.

Matthew was just two years old. He was the good news after Harry’s and Y/N’s broke up but now he’ll be the reason to bring them back together. At least, that was Kelly’s last thought when she was dying. “Is Matt asleep?” Y/N asks as she lays on Harry’s shoulder.

“Yeah, put him in bed a while ago.”

“How are you?”

“It’s been tough. Was watching Matt sleep not long ago, he looks like Jackson. I remember Jack when we used to share a room back before.”

“Why don’t you share a room with me? The couch doesn’t look too comfortable.” Y/N suggests as she felt his warmth radiate her. The last thing she thought she would feel was awkward being with him again. She always knew she loved him and she still does. I guess their pain about Jack and Kelly would bring them back together since no one understands how they feel.

“Kelly and Jack should’ve bought a bigger house.” Harry jokes as he looks around the empty room. He’s not gonna lie. It did make him feel a bit uncomfortable being in their room without them. Felt like they were almost trespassing. They changed all the furniture in the room though and repainted the house so it felt a bit more fresh and not a constant reminder of their loss.

“I agree but they have a beautiful view, don’t they.”

“Yeah.”

“So?”

“Alright. You okay finishing up by yourself, I’m gonna bring my things here.”

“Yeah.” She stands up and wipes her tears. “Let me make some space for you in the closet.”

“Thanks.” He can’t help but mumble back as he watches her leave him on the bed. He got instant flashbacks of when they were together. When they were excited to start a family but he was too busy with his job and Y/N just couldn’t understand. Their marriage life was definitely not the fantasy they thought of when they were still in Uni. They started to feel like they grew out of each other.

After moving some of his boxes, he finally laid back on the bed. “I’m so fucking tired.” He yawns in frustration. Y/N just entered the room, coming out of the ensuite.

“Same here.” She throws one of her pillows from home at him. “Here. A pillow.”

“Smells just like you.” He takes a whiff of it and shoves his face in it. “So, would you like me to sleep on the floor?”

“What? No.” She tucks herself under the comforter. “We were together for 6 years, I don’t think it’s weird unless you’re seeing some-”

“I’m not.” He interrupts her with a cold look on his face. He sits up and grabs his toothbrush from his bag. Without a word, he’s already making his way to the washroom. Y/N was about to fall asleep until his voice woke her up. “Are you seeing someone?”

“What?” She opens her eyes and closes the book resting on her chest. She puts it on her nightstand and checks the baby monitor to make sure it’s on.

“Are you seeing someone?”

“No.” She throws her head back on the pillow. “Haven’t found the one yet?”

“The one?” Harry asks with petty. He couldn’t help but feel a bit offended. Weren’t they in love for almost a decade?

“Well after you. I just got really picky about who I should date.” She wanted to pretend she was trying to see other people even though that was a lie.

“Have you dated anyone after our separation?” She shakes her head.

“How about you?” They both pretended to not care but in reality, the curiosity inside them was yelling.

“No.” Harry gets in bed with her. “You know, we’re still married.”

“I know. I remember our deal.”

“Our deal that we would only file for divorce if we meet someone? It’s been two years and we have Matthew. I doubt we would ever.”

“You don’t know-” Harry faces her and takes her chin with his hand so she can look at him.

“You’re still my wife. If you think I’m going to let you go, you’re wrong.”

“Harry.”

“We said we would take time to grow ourselves and come back together. Meeting new people wasn’t on my list.”

“I haven’t talked to you in a long time after we broke up. I thought you were seeing people.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Why was Lisa your date at Kelly’s BBQ last year?”

“She’s my coworker and she had nowhere to go on the fourth of July.” Y/N pouts and pulls away from him.

“Let’s just go to sleep Harry.”

1 year, 12 months, 365 days since Y/N and Harry finally decided to share a bed again. As new routines were made in the house, Matthew became in love with aunt Y/N and Uncle Harry. Not once, did they encourage him to say mommy or daddy but for some reason, the little boy distinguished the couple as his. His new parents.

Not only was the little baby falling in love but so was the separated couple. Who knew that their nephew could bring them together again? How the sleepless nights and hardworking days kept them working together and used to each other again. They learned to co-parent together and sacrifice for each other. For example, Harry would wake up in the night to get Matty even though it was Y/N’s shift. He didn’t care, he wanted her to sleep as much as she could. Y/N never woke Harry up in the morning as she took care of Matt and made breakfast. Throughout the whole year, they learned to heal from the pain and give Matthew the best. Now the only mood in the house was the tension. Not awkward tension but the tension that gave Y/N and Harry butterflies when they talk to each other. Of course, they began to flirt with each other again but they were scared to talk about how they felt.

“Hey.” Harry locks the front door as he makes his way to Y/N to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey. How was work?” She was laying on the couch, watching a show. Matthew was in bed already since it was late.

“Good. Tiring day but it wasn’t bad.” He takes his shoes off and his coat so he can sit with Y/N on the couch. “You look tired? How was work?”

“Well, working from home isn’t too bad but my eyes just hurt from staring at the screen too much.” Harry takes his hands and rubs her head.

“How about we go to bed now?” “Mhm. I’m too lazy to walk upstairs.” She yelps in shock as she feels Harry pick her up in a bridal shower. “Harry!”

“My wife doesn’t want to walk upstairs so I’m doing it for her.” He watches Y/N turn off the TV before tossing the remote controller back on the couch.

As they make their way into their bedroom, Harry tosses her on the bed in a playful matter, making her laugh. He hovers over her in a teasingly way. “Sorry love, I’m trying to get on my side of the bed.” Y/N just rolls her eyes and grabs his face so she can kiss him. So maybe their issues at the beginning of their marriage were complicated but now she’s ready. She’s ready to love him and accept all his imperfections. That’s why they never got an annulment or a divorce, they just needed time because they knew they weren’t ready to let each other go.

“I’m so fucking in love with you, Y/N.” He murmurs against her jaw as he kisses down her neck.

“I’m so fucking in love with you Harry.” Little did they know that after this night, they would be together again and move houses. They didn’t want to at first since this was Matthew’s home but now with a little girl on the way, they had to buy a bigger home for their growing family.

#harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #blurbs #harry styles blurbs #dad!harry #harry styles one shots #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagines

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thelukesalvez · 4 years

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Wedding Day

Prompt: You and Luke’s wedding day.

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau , @alvezstan , @lcvischmitt , @ogmilkis , @goldenalvez , @ssa-morgan , @garcias-batcave , @akimagies, @zhangyixingxing1 , @pinkdiamond1016 , @yourwonderbelle , @rachelxwayne , @sc4rletw1tch , @moreidultrastan , @ellvswriting

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

A/N: this made me SOFT wow, here’s some fluff no one asked for. i also had body parts by yoke lore playing on repeat while i wrote this to make me extra soft, so if u need a soundtrack to this imagine- that’s it!!!

“You did it up all wrong,” Rossi sighs with a little chuckle, gesturing at Luke’s tie from a spot behind him in the mirror. “Look Matt, he did it backwards. He’s nervous.”

“It’s hard in the mirror. Just tie it for me then,” says Luke, rolling his eyes as Rossi bats his hands away and begins to loop his tie properly.

Behind them, Matt paces dramatically with a notecard in his hand. “You’re not allowed to be nervous,” he says, motioning towards Luke. “I’m nervous enough for the both of us! To be, or not to be,” he continues, outstretching his arm theatrically, and placing it on his forehead for effect, “that was the question that Luke Alvez asked Y/F/N on one fateful night almost a year ago. My name is Matt Simmons, and I’ll be your tour guide through this emotional rollercoaster–”

“Emotional rollercoaster?” Rossi asks.

“We’ll laugh, we’ll hope, we’ll cry.”

“Um,” says Luke, eyeing Matt warily in the mirror as Rossi laughs helplessly, “I’d like to say I know you’re just messing around… but you’re just messing around, right?”

Matt opens his eyes wide, looking appalled. “Absolutely not! You made a choice, the right choice I might add, asking me to make the big speech. It’s my moment, Luke. Everyone will be talking about it for years.”

Rossi laughs even harder, patting Luke on the chest once his tie is done right, “There you go. Like a real gentleman. Don’t worry about Matt,” Rossi adds in a whisper. “I’ll keep him in line, I always do. ”

Matt throws them both a dark look, one hand over his heart, before continuing, “Now what… What is real love? Come with me now on a journey and I’ll tell you. Together, we’ll delve into the love story between two young heart throbs. Charming, sometimes incredibly tragic, but always pure and true. Our tale begins on the eighteenth of November one cool brisk evening. Luke Alvez was an autumn baby emerging from his mother–“

“You’ve only got like three minutes to talk,” Luke tells him, just in case he was unaware of the time limit on his speech. Just then, Spencer pops his head in.

“Practicing our speeches?” He looks at Luke and raises his eyebrows with an assuring thumbs up. “Looking good.”

“You’re just in time,” Matt says, pointing at Spencer, “I was thinking you could act out my speech, like performance art.”

“No plays at my wedding!” Luke says, but he’s laughing too.

Just saying the word ‘wedding’ aloud makes Luke’s heart leap a little. He starts thinking of how you probably look right now. You had fussed around nervously all morning, organizing and re-organizing things around the house, cleaning things that were already clean. The same way you always were when you got anxious. Luke finally hugged you from behind and said, firmly, “Stop.”

You had rolled your eyes but allowed Luke to tug you down onto the couch, wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug. “It’s going to be perfect,” He had said.

Luke then stands up from the chair, smoothing his hair.

“C’mon Rossi,” says Spencer, still lingering at the door, “Your wife sent me in here to get you, she wants to get some pictures beforehand.”

“Duty calls,” Rossi says, smiling lightly at Matt and Luke before following Spencer out the door.

Once they’re gone, Matt grins at Luke.

“You ready for this?” he asks. Luke gives a little shrug. After month building up to this day, it almost feels like a dream – the hum of people collecting in the church, his shiny new shoes, the look in your eyes earlier when you’d said in awe, “Next time I see you, I’ll marry you,” which Luke can’t stop replaying in his mind.

“Ready as I’ll ever be. Any last words of advice?”

“Yes,” Matt says seriously. “Four, actually.” Matt says the words slowly and clearly, “Don’t – mess – it – up.”

“Like don’t stutter when I’m reading my vows? Or like, don’t be a horrible husband and drive Y/N away?”

“Both,” says Matt, his face breaking out into a grin. “See? That’s why I’m so helpful.”

“Ah,” says Luke, smiling. “I see. You’re the master. Thanks, Matt.” He meets his eyes, which are soft and fond.

“You deserve it, brother,” he says. “All of this. I’m so happy for you.”

“Aw,” Luke teases, trying to conceal the lump in his throat, “are you going to cry?”

“I might,” says Matt. “Your bride certainly will. She was already looking a bit teary when I left her earlier. We’ve actually all taken bets on how long it’ll take her to start bawling.”

“What?” Luke exclaims indignantly. “Nobody told me that! Come on, I want in.”

“Sorry, but Kristy said it’s not nice to bet on your own wife’s wedding day tears.”

“But I’d have the best chance at winning!”

“Nope, not allowed,” says Matt. “Although I’ll tell you my guess – she won’t last thirty seconds after she sees you. And it will continue for the rest of the evening.”

“That’s – that’s probably true,” Luke admits. “What did everyone else guess?”

“Tara said she’d cry during vows,” says Matt, ticking them off as he counted on his finger. “Garcia bet same as me, when she sees you, and Emily thinks she’s already crying.”

“I think I’m with Emily on that one,” says Luke with a little laugh.

Just then JJ pokes her head into the tent, hair piled elegantly on top of her head, gesturing at him. Matt gives her a charming smile, which she returns.

“Luke, are you almost ready? Everyone’s waiting!”

Luke nods as JJ sighs and crosses the floor to hug him, straightening his tie.

“You look great,” she whispers.

“Thanks,” Luke says, swallowing another lump that rises in his throat. “Alright, let’s get moving. I can’t be late to my own wedding.”

…

As it turns out, they all lose the bet – you hold it together fairly well, misty-eyed and fond, through most of the ceremony. It’s Luke who gets teary eyed the moment he sees you turn the corner and start walking down the alter. Your arm’s latched with Rossi’s and the minute your eyes meet his, the lump in his throat is back, only this time with some tears as well.

You’re beautiful, in the most elegant and true way. Your hair is pulled back, complimented by a veil. Your face breaks out into a huge smile of triumph when you see Luke. You clutch tightly onto the assortment of flowers in your hand and make your way closer and closer.

Luke lets out a shaky laugh, trying to cover up how emotional he really is. After a few moments of just staring, in complete and utter awe, he has to wipe his eyes on the sleeve of his jacket.

You reach the front of the aisle, kissing Rossi on the cheek one last time before stepping up to the alter.

Luke can’t help himself. He’s smiling so wide, his insides bursting with love and affection and disbelief. He was so lucky. So so lucky.

The ceremony’s a blur. Luke’s head is spinning and it all goes so fast. Before he knows it, he’s saying his vows, the words falling off his tongue from memory, but they’d really been in his heart the entire time anyway. He’s clutching onto your hand so tight.

The phrase “you may now kiss the bride” is barely audible before Luke’s mouth is on yours, pressing you both together as close as he can.

It’s after your first kiss that your fingers clutch tightly into Luke’s waist and you’re crying when you pull back, smiling so hard your eyes are nearly closed. Luke pulls you closer, holding onto you for dear life, his heart is so full he thinks it might explode.

“We did it,” you breathe into his neck, a secret whisper just for Luke, even as everyone’s cheering and applauding from all sides. It’s almost too much. He sways against you, arms locked tight around you back.

“I knew we would,” he murmurs, kissing you on the cheek.

Matt’s speech isn’t as bad as he’d promised – in fact, it’s incredibly touching. You, predictably, sniffle and giggle your way through the entire thing, much like the rest of the crowd.

The day passes in a blur of relatives and champagne, Luke and you slow dancing, Matt and Kristy cozying up together. Rossi wrapping Luke in a bear hug and muttering “I love you, kid,” with tears in his eyes.

Luke’s mom, who cried even more than you, pulls you close and whispers, “I’d say welcome to the family, but you always have been.” You hug her with tears prickling in your own eyes, at a loss for words.

It’s frantic, fast-paced and fun, a sensory overload. Luke barely gets time to eat a slice of his own wedding cake. He’s not sure what he’s going to remember about the day, but he knows that it’ll be good. Maybe something with your hand on his back, or the feeling of your cheek pressed to his while you dance, just swaying together under the soft lights.

“Will you kiss me?” you ask Luke towards the end of the night, when you’re almost the last two left dancing. Luke smiles down at you, cupping your face, eyes incredibly fond.

“Always.”

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