#ultrasound [matt]

[cherriesformatt]

sharing the news || matt sturniolo part 2

matt x fem!reader

summary: after a while you decided its time to share the news of your new chapter in life with Chris and Nick

warnings: pregnancy

word count: 1,5k

a/n: thank you for over 100 notes under part 1! I decided to continued the story. I hope you will like it!

It's been a month since me and Matt found out that I'm pregnant. It’s been hell of a ride so far. We somehow managed to talked Chris and Nick out of my little episode and told them I just got my period and was really upset, tired and need Matt to go to the store for me. I spent entire next two days in Matt’s room trying to figure out our situation. I was also constantly sick and anxious. After than I just tried to be as normal as I could so no one would be suspicious.

At first it was like I didn’t know what I should do. But then I found myself thinking about the baby with my hand on my stomach and I knew I wanted to keep it. I also did hear Matt talking to my belly in the middle of night which made me cry so hard in the bathroom because of how cute that was.

Today was my first ultrasound appointment to confirm the situation and check if everything is alright.

“You know… I was thinking that if everything is good I would like to tell Chris and Nick and then we can decide how and when we want to tell the rest of the family” Matt looked at me when we stopped on the red light.

Keeping this a secret form his brothers was really hard for him because they always talked about everything with each other. Which was scary for me at first. Their whole relationship and building my own with Matt but also becoming part of theirs. Now I just admire the bond between them.

“Yes I was thinking the same” I smiled at him and put my hand on his thigh. I was nervous about only one thing.

“What I was thinking… Is that I will literally jump if your fucking triplets genes worked too hard and there is more than one of those” I said what was on my mind recently.

“Oh my goodness… I didn’t think about this” He put his hand over his mouth.

He was clearly scared now.

“We giving one to Chris in that case” I said seriously.

“Please , we are never leaving our kids with Chris, ever” he said.

I only laughed at that and patted his leg.

“It’s gonna be all good Matt, let’s manifest it’s only one for now” I said.

“Baby… I know this month wasn’t ideal for you and we both tried to cope with the fact that we’re going to have a baby but also only us knowing for now is really special” He looked at me for a second and his eyes went back to the road.

That was also exactly how I felt and I leaned forward to him and kissed his cheek.

“I love you Matty… I know this is all hard but you’re right” I said.

“I love you too sweet girl… okay we’re here, let’s do this” He parked the car and took a deep breath.

Our appointment went smoothly. They did my blood test which confirmed that I’m pregnant. They also did bunch of other tests to see if I’m all good and healthy. Thankfully I was. The last step was the ultrasound.

“Alright parents…” The doctor said and I gasped at the cold of the liquid that she put all over my lower belly.

She called us “parents”, that took me by surprise and I felt so weird.

“Ready?” She looked at me and smiled and I only nodded and closed my hand on one of Matt’s hands.

She started the thing and looked at the monitor. We couldn’t see it just yet.

“Okay… I found it… everything looks great. The baby is healthy. Looks like you’re about 6/7 weeks pregnant” She said.

“Only one?” Matt asked and wiggled on the chair.

“Oh my Lord, Matt… He is a triplet and we were kind of scared that you know… there’s gonna be more than one” I laughed and looked back at the doctor.

“Yes there’s only one” She laughed as well and turned the screen so we could see it too.

I felt like my heart skipped a beat when I saw a little thing moving on the screen. Like a dot. But I knew it’s our baby.

“Oh my…” I said and she pushed some kid of button and sound of a really fast heartbeat started to play from the machine.

“Is that?..” Matt gasped as well.

“That’s your baby’s heart beating… it’s really fast that’s normal and that’s actually really good. The baby is really healthy, you guys… congratulations” She said with a big smile.

But both of us were speech less. I caught Matt swiping tears from his cheek with a corner of my eye. That moment was something you can’t explain. You need to experience that yourself to know how much love I felt in this moment.

When we were back in the car I put all of my stuff in the back seat, closed the doors and turned around to go to my doors but I was met by arms of my boyfriend.

“Oh Matt…” I said hugging him back.

He hid his head in the crock of my neck and I run my fingers through his hair. I felt tears on my skin and I couldn’t help as my eyes started to water as well.

“We’re going to be okay. We can do this Matt. Together” I said but my voice broke I couldn’t exactly feel what’s happening.

“I know… y/n I’m just so happy that’s it’s overwhelming” He said pulling back to rest his temple against mine.

“I feel exactly the same way” I whispered looking him in the eyes.

He kissed me and pulled me even closer to his body. I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.

On our way back we stopped by target and some other places to get Nick’s and Chris’s favorite snacks, drinks and some funny, cheesy stuff that had “cool uncle” on it.

At home I put all of it in two boxes and also added a picture from the ultrasound to each.

This situation was so unreal for me and Matt. They were actually filming in the kitchen now. I really wanted to have their reaction on camera, so we told them that Matt wanted to do some kind of unboxing with their eyes blindfolded and they would have to guess what’s in the boxes.

When he texted me they are ready I took the boxes and come to the kitchen and put them in front of them and stood behind the camera.

“Okay you may open them” Matt said.

They started to pull stuff out.

“That’s bullshit it’s clearly Pepsi and popcorn” Chris said.

“Yes and that’s my own lip balm” Nick said annoyed.

“Okay how about this?” Matt took an ultrasound pictures and put into their hands.

“Piece of paper?” Chris said.

“No” Matt said and looked at me.

“Picture?” Nick said and showed it to the camera.

“Yes, it’s a picture” He nodded and smiled to the camera.

“Picture of us?” Chris asked and opened his can of Pepsi.

“No… but picture of someone that is in a room with us” Matt said.

“Oh my gosh you fucking freaking me out right now, what the fuck, are you a medium or what” Nick said an put the picture on the table.

“Okay… maybe just take your blindfolds off and Chris… you might want to wait with that fist sip” I said looking at them.

“I didn’t know you were here…” Nick said and started to undo the bandanna on his head.

I bit on my nails as I watched them taking those off. Then they looked at the boxes and I felt like I stopped breathing for a second.

“What the actual fuck? Is this some kind of prank?” Chris asked as his eyes widened.

“Oh my gosh are you kidding me?” Nick looked at me and stood up.

“Chris you owe me 1000 dollars… I knew it!” He hugged me tightly and I put my arms around him.

“Did you two bet on me being pregnant? What the hell?” I laughed.

My stress went away because how could I be stressed around them.

“I actually forgot that we did” Chris said and gave Matt a big hug.

“You guys… I don’t know what to say” Nick said pulling away from me.

“Well…. To be honest we don’t know either” I said and Matt only laughed.

“Yes… this feels really like a dream more than real life” Matt said looking at his brothers.

“Wait… are we first to know?” Chris asked.

“Of course you are… who else?” Matt looked at him and Nick went closer to them and they three shared a hug and than looked at me.

“Come here mama” Chris wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“Never, ever call me that again” I said seriously while coming into the hug.

They laugh and we stand like that for a minute or two.

“Okay I love you all but all three of you smell like three different colognes and I might throw up” I said stepping back.

This baby will be the luckiest baby in the whole world having them as a family.

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets

[bellaxgiornata]

Seeking Forgiveness [Part Four]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.7k

[Full summary and installment list for this series can be found here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ contains angst, emotional hurt, delayed comfort, pregnant Reader

a/n: This one switches POVs at the end to Matt's. Hopefully you like the update because I quite enjoyed writing Foggy in this one. You'll see why... Feedback is always appreciated!

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Chewing another bite of your burger, you were barely focused on the conversation occurring at the table amongst your friends. You had been starving ever since the four of you had met at the restaurant, the smell of grilled food causing you to salivate the moment you’d stepped through the doors. So once the waiter had placed your burger on the table in front of you–the one thing you’d been craving nonstop all day–you’d tuned everything else around you out. Marci had shot you a curious look when you'd first dug into your food, but you’d chosen to ignore that, too.

Initially you’d set up this lunch date with your friends so that you could break the news to Foggy and Marci that you were pregnant. For the past two weeks now Karen had helped you keep your secret, but now that you were eight weeks along and had seen that everything was progressing well at your first ultrasound, you thought it was time to clue the pair of them into things, too. You’d been appreciative of Karen’s support lately, but truthfully being even less alone in everything right now sounded even more comforting and appealing.

As for Matt, you’d admittedly been doing your best to avoid him. He still had no idea about the pregnancy, and truthfully you weren’t quite ready to tell him. Over the past couple of weeks he had been calling you and leaving the occasional voicemail, but you’d ignored him every single time. And since you hadn’t had the heart to hear his voice or whatever it was he had to say for himself, you currently had twelve unopened voicemails from him. 

You knew you needed to tell Matt the news. Every day you told yourself that, and every day it was a constant battle with yourself between ripping the bandaid off and showing up at his apartment to tell him or not. But then you always became emotional at the thought of just seeing Matt again, and you ultimately always came to the conclusion that you just weren’t quite ready to face him, not with this. You also knew that it wasn’t the sort of news you thought you should tell him in a phone call, either. So for now, Matt had no idea you were pregnant with his child. 

“Whoa, slow down there,” Foggy teased from across the table. “Your burger is not going to get up and run away from you if you set it down to breathe for a moment.”

It took a second for you to realize that he was even talking to you, having been too focused on eating your food. Your gaze slowly slid up from your plate, noticing three sets of eyes on you. Thankfully Karen’s expression was more amused and knowing than confused and judging like Foggy and Marci’s across from you. Swallowing down your bite of burger, you lowered it back down towards your plate, sitting up straighter in the booth. You sent the pair of them across from you a sheepish smile, watching as Marci’s hand rose up towards her mouth. 

"You've uh…got some ketchup," she said, gesturing beside her lip. “Right here.”

Reaching over, you grabbed your napkin and dabbed at the glob of ketchup on your face. You could still feel all three sets of eyes on you as you wiped off the ketchup, and one look up from your plate confirmed your suspicions. Eyes darting over towards Karen beside you, you saw her send you a slight nod and a soft, encouraging smile. With a sigh you wiped your hands off on your napkin next, figuring now was as good a time as any during this lunch to break the news to Foggy and Marci. And at least the irritating hunger-nausea that seemed to accompany early pregnancy was temporarily abated with how fast you’d eaten half of your burger.

“Sorry,” you muttered. 

Foggy waved a dismissive hand, shrugging his shoulders as he sent you a smile. “Not a big deal, though I thought you had asked us here because you wanted to talk to us about something.”

“There uh, there actually was a reason,” you agreed, nodding slowly.

Your eyes slid back and forth between Foggy and Marci, your fingers fidgeting nervously with the napkin still in your hands. The pair of them curiously focused on you from across the table, lowering their utensils and giving you their full attention. Biting the inside of your cheek, you contemplated how you were supposed to tell them something so big. How did you lead up to telling someone that you're pregnant? So when you inevitably couldn’t think of anything to gradually broach the topic with, you opted for just spitting it right out.

“I’m pregnant,” you announced. “Just over eight weeks now.”

Marci’s eyes instantly doubled in size at the news, her lips parting in surprise as she gaped at you. Foggy’s jaw literally dropped, his entire body going rigid in the booth. From beside you, you felt Karen place a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving it a brief comforting squeeze.

“Holy shit,” Foggy breathed out.

You shot him another sheepish smile, still fidgeting with the napkin. “Yeah,” you muttered, “that’s about what I said initially, too.”

“So–so is it…Matt’s?” Marci asked slowly, her brows drawing together.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute,” Foggy said, frantically waving his hands in front of himself. “You’re pregnant? Like right now? With Matt’s baby?”

“Yes,” you repeated.

Marci began to run a hand through her blonde hair, her lips pursing together as that furrow between her brows grew while she tried to process the information. Foggy was still sitting in the booth beside her and staring at you in utter disbelief. After a minute of that incredulous expression on his face, you quirked a brow at him, no longer able to stand the silence that had fallen over the table.

“What?” you asked him.

“It’s just–” he began, grimacing before shaking his head. “Matt doesn’t know, does he? That you’re pregnant? Because you two aren’t together but you’re carrying his child. And I don’t think he’d be acting the way he is if he knew.”

“Yeah, well,” you began bitterly, picking up your glass of water and bringing it to your lips for a drink, “that’s Matt’s fault.”

“So you’re just not going to tell him?” Foggy asked in shock, his brows shooting up onto his forehead. “You can’t possibly do that to him. You wouldn’t .”

“I am going to tell him,” you said, setting your glass back onto the table. “I tried to tell him that I was pregnant the night we broke up. But he wouldn’t stay to talk to me. Said he needed to go deal with the Russians. Again . He’s the one who told me to leave that night. Told me I could tell him whatever it was I needed to when he got back or that I could go." You winced, eyes dropping down towards your half-finished burger. “He left me alone that night–left us alone. So forgive me for not rushing to tell him the news a second time,” you snapped. “Because I don’t think I should have come last that night on his list of priorities, so right now he's not exactly at the top of mine.” 

“If he knew the truth there’s no way Matt would’ve walked out on you like that,” Foggy told you earnestly. “There’s no way. He’d have stayed, I promise you that.”

Your eyes flew up from the table, landing back on Foggy across from you. There was an almost pleading look on his face as he sat there across from you. But as you opened your mouth to respond, you could feel that familiar rush of anger unfurling inside of you as you remembered that night.

“I practically begged him to stay and talk to me, Fog,” you growled, one arm possessively wrapping around your abdomen. “I was crying and begging him to stay and he left . That’s on Matt, not me.”

“I absolutely agree with you on that,” Foggy replied quickly, nodding his head. “He briefly told me what happened that night and I agree that he fucked up. Big time. But knowing what I do now? I know Matt needs to know the truth. He needs to make things right–”

“There’s no way Matt could make any of this right, Fog,” you cut him off. “And even if there somehow was, do you really think Matt would want to raise a child? With what he does? How obsessive he gets over things? The way he doesn’t even take care of himself?” You shook your head quickly, one arm still possessively wrapped around your belly. “No, that man couldn’t possibly care about being a father. All he cares about is Daredevil and Hell’s Kitchen. He can have a relationship with his child, I won’t stop that, but I’m the one who’ll ultimately be raising this baby.”

“You don’t know that,” Foggy countered, shaking his head as he leaned across the table towards you with that pleading expression only growing more desperate on his face. “You don’t know Matt wouldn’t want to be a father.”

“Actually, Fog,” Marci said, cutting him off, “I think I’m with her on this. From the things I’ve heard about Matt’s hobby from you and Karen, I was honestly shocked he had managed to successfully keep a relationship for as long as he has. But being a father? That’s an even bigger responsibility. I mean, he already has difficulty prioritizing the firm with you and Karen half the time. You really think a baby would be any different?”

“Yes!” Foggy exclaimed, his eyes darting between you and Marci. “Matt has his flaws, sure, I know that. I do,” he continued fervently. “But I know Matt. He wouldn’t walk away from his own child. He wouldn’t .” 

"I'm with Fog on this," Karen said, catching everyone's attention. "I think Matt wouldn't be acting this way if he knew."

Marci’s eyes narrowed at Karen, her head slowly tilting to the side. "You already knew she was pregnant, didn't you?" she asked. "Because you don't seem very surprised right now."

"She showed up at my place shortly after the breakup and I told her," you explained. "I just didn't want to be alone in all of this. I had been waiting until after my ultrasound to break the news to you and Foggy next. I just–just wanted you all to know so I wasn't entirely alone."

Marci’s hand slid across the table towards yours, grabbing onto it. She sent you a warm smile that swiftly quieted the anger you felt towards Matt that had been burning inside of you for weeks now.

"You're not alone in this," she assured you, squeezing your hand. "You've always got us."

"Yeah," Foggy agreed, his face softening when you glanced at him beside her. "Whatever happens with Matt in all of this, you know we're always here for you. Through anything."

Tears began to fill your eyes, your lips trembling at the show of support. Truly you were grateful that everything with Matt had led you to at least meeting all three of them.

"Thanks guys," you whispered. "You don't know what that means to me."

Shutting your apartment door behind yourself, you turned and leaned your back up against it, slipping your aching feet out of your shoes with a deep groan. Head rolling back against the door as you stretched your toes, your eyes took in the sight of your empty apartment. Everything was neat and tidy except for the couch in your living room, which was often where you found yourself cocooned in a soft blanket whenever you were home lately, binging your shows and trying to ignore the hollow, lingering pain in your chest from your persistent heartache. 

The pillows on your couch were a mess, a couple of them stacked together and resting against an armrest that you'd long since claimed as your usual spot. The extra height of them stacked helped with your nasal congestion–another unfortunate perk of pregnancy you’d recently come to learn about. Your plush blanket was still strewn across the cushions looking exactly the same as when you'd crawled out from underneath it earlier to get ready for your lunch date with your friends. Truthfully your couch still looked about as inviting as anything could to you lately.

With a sigh, your right hand absently landed on your belly. Any other normal Sunday in the past you'd have had plans with Matt right now. Grabbing groceries together or maybe getting coffee. Planning out dinner or listening to audiobooks on the couch. Having mind-blowing sex in the bedroom that left you blissed out and pleasantly exhausted afterwards, the pair of you remaining naked in bed just talking and losing track of time for half the day.

But not today. 

Though admittedly it had been awhile since Matt had been able to give you his undivided attention on a weekend. Usually he had been trying to catch up on work or sleep before he went back out again as Daredevil at night. But that didn't stop the sting of his absence that you’d felt over the past few weeks since the breakup.

Eyes dropping down to your abdomen, a faint smile curled your lips upwards. You weren't truly alone though. Not fully. And at least Foggy and Marci knew the truth about your pregnancy now and were completely supportive of you. That's what mattered at the moment. 

"Alright my little devil," you whispered to your small bump affectionately, "what's on the agenda for tonight?"

Lifting the hem of your shirt up with your other hand, you stretched out the spandex band of your maternity pants with a frown. They had become far more comfortable than your actual jeans this past week, especially once those had been near impossible for you to actually button closed. You’d recently bought a few basic maternity items, but the maternity jeans made you feel considerably less attractive with that stretchy band reaching up to almost the bottom of your bra. 

"Should I get into something significantly more comfortable than these maternity pants?" you asked your bump. "Maybe those cozy, stretchy leggings I just bought? Then you and I could curl up and take a nap on the couch before figuring out dinner?"

Pushing off of the door, you bent down with another groan as you picked up your shoes and placed them in the nearby closet. Afterwards, you shuffled your tired feet through your living room and straight towards your bathroom just through the short hallway.

"But first I'm going to pee for the millionth time today," you muttered under your breath. "Something I feel like I'm doing all the time now."

You used the bathroom quickly before heading to your room, taking your time to switch your clothes into something more comfortable. It wasn’t like you were planning to go out anywhere for the rest of your Sunday night. It didn’t matter that you were wearing a massive oversized shirt and a pair of maternity leggings that you’d rolled the waistband down to just below your bump. No one was going to see you, anyway.

“Alright,” you murmured as you left your bedroom, shuffling your way back down the hallway towards your living room. “Let’s nap and figure out dinner afterwards. Seems like you’re feeling pasta tonight, so I guess that’s the plan.”

Settling onto the couch, you pulled your feet up onto the cushions and underneath your blanket before you laid down. Almost instantly you could feel your sinuses closing up and you tried to ignore your irritation at it. At least it wasn’t the nausea, because that admittedly had been the worst part of everything so far. Getting comfortable on the couch, you tugged the blanket up to your chin, your eyes steadily closing as your exhaustion began to overtake you.

“You and I will be just fine on our own,” you whispered drowsily, patting your bump. “I’ll find a way to make this work. One way or another, we'll both be okay.”

Matt leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk as he buried his face in his hands. He was tired and annoyed this morning, irritated that his Sunday out hadn’t been too eventful last night. Ever since he’d finished dealing with the Russians, having gotten Petrov into police custody with the help of Mahoney, Hell’s Kitchen had been oddly quiet on the organized crime front. Which was poor timing considering the fact that Matt hadn’t wanted to stay in his apartment where he’d just be reminded how alone he was every night. 

It didn’t help that he’d been sleeping horribly, too. He wasn’t out as late as he had been for the past few weeks, meaning he had the time to sleep, but he clearly lacked the ability lately. His mind just wouldn’t seem to quiet, becoming almost louder than the sounds of the city around him when he tried to. Which was also quite irritating. 

With an annoyed huff, he slid his hands down his face, straightening back up in his chair. He picked up his glasses from his desk and placed them back onto his face. He was tired but he still had work to do. There was a frustrating case he’d been helping Foggy with lately and he figured he could distract himself with that today. He didn’t want to think about anything else.

Though Matt had barely gotten far focusing on the case before he heard Foggy entering the office, closing the door a bit harsher than usual behind himself. Even Karen startled in her office at the unexpected rough slam of the door. Matt’s brows furrowed behind his glasses immediately afterwards when he heard Foggy make his way straight to his office instead of his own. 

Confused, Matt’s head darted up just as Foggy threw his door open. He could practically feel the anger radiating off of Foggy as he stepped into the room, his breathing heavy and his heart beating a little faster than usual. Matt’s eyes narrowed curiously behind his lenses at the tension in Foggy’s body and the increase in his blood pressure.

“Are you fucking serious, Matt?” Foggy snapped.

Matt's brows knitted further together, even more confused at Foggy's behavior this morning. He hadn't seen Foggy all weekend, what could he have done to upset him?

“About what exactly?” he asked carefully.

Foggy stormed further into the room, roughly slamming both of his hands flat on Matt’s desk as he leaned forward. Matt’s head tilted curiously to the side, noticing the elevation in Foggy’s heart rate further increasing. Apparently his answer hadn’t been the right one.

“You said you’d talk to her, Matt!” Foggy yelled. “You told me you were going to apologize and make things up to her! You told me that!”

Of course this was about you.

“Fog, I’ve been trying to reach out to her,” he replied calmly, trying to soothe his friend’s anger. “I’ve called her countless times over the past couple of weeks. I’ve left her multiple messages. She keeps ignoring me and not answering my calls. Clearly she doesn’t want to hear what I have to say. There’s nothing I can do about that.”

Foggy scoffed loudly, angrily shaking his head. “There’s nothing you can do about that?” he shot back sarcastically. “Are you serious? Dammit, Matt!”

Matt heard the way Foggy’s hand swiftly rose from the desk, swinging through the air towards himself. Matt’s hand twitched from its place on the desk out of instinct, ready to dart out and grab Foggy’s wrist, but he was stunned when his friend actually landed a hit upside his head. 

“What the hell, Fog?” Matt snapped, scooting back in his desk chair as he ran a hand over the sore spot on his temple. “What’d you hit me for?”

“Honestly, I–I’m surprised you even let me do that,” Foggy said, his anger briefly replaced by surprise. “Figured you would’ve stopped me before I could.”

“Well I didn’t think you were actually going to hit me!” Matt shot back. “Why the hell did you hit me?”

“Because I’m pissed at you, Matt!” Foggy roared, anger quickly returning. “And I’m disappointed in you! You damn well know you could show up at her apartment if she’s not answering your calls. You’re just making excuses.”

“Show up and do what, Fog?” Matt retorted. “Force her to talk to me when she clearly wants nothing to do with me? Hurt both of us even more by forcing that interaction? It’s probably better if she goes on hating me anyway. She’ll move on faster, at least.”

Foggy’s hand flew to the bridge of his nose, pinching it between his fingers. Matt heard the sharp hiss of his frustration between his gritted teeth. Seeing how upset Foggy was had Matt quickly beginning to question just why he was so worked up over this situation. It was between you and him, after all. Why did Foggy want you to apologize and talk this badly?

“Just promise me you’ll go over there and physically talk to her, okay?” Foggy said, his anger barely restrained. “That you’ll offer her a proper apology and talk to her?”

Matt shifted in his seat, his eyes once again narrowing behind his lenses. “Why is this so important to you?” he asked carefully. “It’s been a few weeks now, why are you still so adamant that we talk?”

“Because,” Foggy said, his fingers releasing his nose as his hand lowered to his side, “I know how important it is for the both of you. And I also know how stubborn and idiotic you can be. Someone needs to kick you in the ass before you make a big mistake an even bigger one. So just promise me you’ll talk to her.”

Matt’s tongue slipped out between his lips, nervously wetting them. After a moment he nodded, hearing the way Foggy’s heart rate started to gradually decrease back to its normal pace.

“Yeah, alright,” he assured his friend. “I’ll talk to her.”

“And I mean soon, Matt,” Foggy pressed. “Not in another few weeks.”

“Okay,” he agreed, nodding again. “Okay, I’ll go talk to her. I promise.”

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock angst #matt murdock #daredevil

[sturnsbabie]

CHRIS TWIN BOY!DAD HEADCANNONS

warnings:none

based off of this

-he definitely freaked out when he found out you were expecting twins even though he knew it was possible since hes a triplet. he was in shock but he couldnt be more excited for his twins.

“WHAT! hows this possible!”

“chris you’re a triplet.”

“OH. i know but still TWINS?”

-he cried when he found out he was having twin boys.

-when you were pregnant with the twins he always loved going to see their faces on the ultrasound screen.

“look theres theo!”

“oh gosh! look theres oliver!!!”

“can you give birth already wanna hold my boys”

“chris!we have 10 more weeks til theyre here!”

-he constantly laid his head on your belly and talked to the twins when you were pregnant.

-lowkey freaked out when you went into labor. kid sped the whole way to the hospital and rushed you inside once he got there.

-he criedddd when he heard his boys cry out when they were born.

-once you got home from the hospital he was by your side constantly helping you with the boys. he just wanted to be by you and the boys at all times.

-when oliver and theo were newborns chris had a bad habit of falling asleep holding them both on his chest so you had to always get them and put them in their bassinets.

-OVERPROTECTIVE over his boys.

-always has dad and son days with each twin separately on the weekends he wants them to be unique in their own way and be their own person aside from being a twin.

-cant ever say no to his boys.

“daddy! can you get me this!” theo said holding a 50 dollar racecar set

“of course bubba put it in the cart.” he smiled

“daddy! can i get these!” oliver said holding a variety of different toys

“put em in the cart son you got it” he said

-occasionally would let them join a few videos on his youtube channel with his two brothers. not much though because he wanted to keep them safe from the internet.

-the twins favorite uncle is definitely both nick and matt.

“uncle nick! tell me funny stories about daddy!”oliver asked

“you should tickle your dad he screams like a girl!”

“nick you’re gonna get them in trouble”

“its true though isnt it”

“uncle matt are you tickilish too!” theo giggled

“dont let him fool you he is!”

-his whole world revolves around you and the twins.

-he definitely lets you sleep in in the mornings just so he can spend time with his twins.

-mans not checking the closet or under the bed if the twins think theres a monster. he’s definitely having you do it.

“y/n baby! help!”

“whats wrong baby!”

“oli and theo think theres a monster in the closet!”

“chris just check the closet.” you said opening the door and checking

“its scary”

“see theres nothing!”

“still scared though!”

-definitely has matched outfits with oliver and theo a few times.

-he made freshlove in mini sizes so oliver and theo can also wear fresh love.

-constantly spoils you and the twins both.

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[orangelala]

chris sturniolo headcannons

pairing: pregnant!girlfriend x boyfriend!chris

warnings: none just fluff!

• when you tell him and show him the test, he just zones out and stares a hole into your soul, not saying a single word. once you get him to snap out of it, he begins to cry, and his words don't make sense.

• chris doesn't understand what you being pregnant means until he actually thinks about it and he might even pass out when he realizes he's gonna be a dad.

"omg we're- we're about to be parents!"

"woah, im going to be a dad..."

• chris OBSESSED with your belly. his hand is always on your belly, he loves giving belly kisses and will talk to the baby.

"hey there little man, how we doin'?"

"chris, how are you sure it's a boy?"

"i just know, father instinct"

•he cuddles your belly gently when you two take naps or go to bed.

• is willing to try every pregnancy craving you come up with, and he keeps a score tracker on a whiteboard where he scores each one.

"cream cheese and hot cheetos? are you sure babe?"

"yes now try it"

"okay okay"

• he tears up and basically ugly cries at every ultrasound appointment you go to because he loves seeing the baby.

• uh oh, you've found out you're having twins? chris's passed out on the floor with nurses trying to wake him and you leaning over him, rubbing his cheek while he's smiling and crying at the same time.

"twins?!"

"chris your a triplet, it was bound to happen with either you or matt"

"okay babe but twins!"

a/n: hope you liked this! if you want me to write something or have any other suggestions or feedback, please let me know. love ya 🫶🏻

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[strawberrysturniolo]

Heyy!! Can you do hcs where Chris’s girlfriend is pregooo

chris x pregnant!reader

he would be so nervous when he finds out youre pregnant but he would very quickly turn around and become SO excited

he would always have snacks on standby and would be the best with your cravings

he would also make sure EVERYONE knew that your cravings were important

"why does it matter what brand of chips she gets"

"SHES PREGNANT MATT AND SHE LIKES THE RUFFLES JUST SHUT UP"

he'd rub your belly at night

always want to go to the appointments and would ask all the right questions

tells everyone the baby looks like him in the ultrasound pics

he'd always tell you how appreciative he is and how strong you are for enduring the pregnancy and birth for him and the baby

he would constantly be buying baby clothes and toys without even knowing the gender

"baby look how cute!!!! i couldnt not get it???????"

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo

[radiant-reid]

Enduring

Summary: Spencer's wife gives birth almost as soon as he's back after getting shot in Texas, and he's very grateful.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader ( fluff mostly)

Content Warning: pregnancy, labor but it's not descriptive,

Word Count: 2.7k

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As soon as Spencer was shot in Texas, Hotch made a rule: no one can tell Y/n. Initially, JJ disagreed vocally. She knew Y/n would call when she woke up in DC, and as much as the thought terrified her, those calls could all go unanswered if he didn't make it.

They both had the mutual, painful experience of having someone they loved in a life-threatening situation and could agree that knowing and not being able to do something was worse than not knowing.

JJ couldn't imagine not being able to be apart of the effort to find Will when he had been shot in the bank, use her profiling skills and then physical combat skill to make sure her family was safe. Hotch also had the experience of a wife on bed rest who struggled to stay resting even when he was safe.

One thing they could all agree on was that Y/n would come to Briscoe county if she knew Spencer was in surgery. Even if Matt Cruz and Penelope had to carry her off the jet because she can't fly, she would drive the twenty-four straight hours to see him.

So Alex and JJ end up in the ER, knees bouncing up and down with nervousness. "I should have been me," Alex confesses, staring down at her hands.

"It could have been any of us." JJ agrees, misreading Alex's blame on herself.

"He pushed me out of the way." She says guiltily. It was eating at her since she pressed so tightly on his wound that she thought it would cause a bruise, hoping to keep enough blood to keep him conscious. "JJ, what if he doesn't make it?"

JJ rests her hand on Alex's thigh. "He'll be okay." She assures her, saying it for herself just as much as she's saying it for Alex. "They're about to have a baby. He'll be fighting for that."

Alex doesn't voice her worries about having to call Y/n and tell her that her husband is dead. Knowing that phone call is coming is probably in the back of Y/n's mind like it is hers, both having husbands with dangerous jobs. Even if it's anticipated, her life will never be the same, and Alex's guilt will never go away.

"You know he told me he doesn't think he's going to be a good enough dad?" Alex recalls their conversation a month prior.

JJ scoffs, shaking her head. "He couldn't be more wrong about that."

"Yeah, that's what I told him." She says. "Have you seen the ultrasound picture in his wallet?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure he shows everyone that." JJ jokes, both of them chuckling. "And he kisses it every night."

Talking about him being okay eases the tension hospital waiting rooms bring. "He's not just going to be a good dad, he's going to be a great one." She settles.

The waiting seems to blur together as it so often does in situations with very little idleness, and it doesn't feel like a lot of time has passed before his name is called, and Alex is standing to hear his fate.

It's good news, exactly the news she and everyone else was hoping for. She's never felt more relief in her life than when she calls JJ, and says it aloud.

Alex and Penelope occupy his hospital room while he's still out from the anesthetic. With herself from Quantico, Penelope brought the most recent ultrasound from his desk and some little figurines, setting them up in front of him.

"Do you think it's a girl or a boy?" Alex asks, sitting in a chair across from Penelope. "The baby?" Now that neither of them feels like their worry is sucking the air out of them, it's more comfortable to talk about him.

Spencer and Y/n had chosen not to find out, figuring it was one of the few good surprises in life, and they didn't need anything different depending on the sex of the baby.

"Girl," Penelope answers before justifying. "But maybe that's just what I want. We've got Henry and Jack, so we need a little girl."

"That's what Spencer thinks, too," Alex remembers. It had taken a little while to get him to confess to it after all of his insisting that he just wanted a healthy baby

Penelope doesn't get the chance to ask Alex what she thinks before someone else is speaking. "What do I think?"

Their eyes quickly snap to Spencer, and another wave of relief rushes over both of them, overjoyed that he hadn't suffered from any brain damage.

"Hey, you," Alex says softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Alive." He replies, mostly feeling so energized because of the intense throbbing in his neck.

"That, we are very grateful for," Penelope says, squeezing his hand.

He's still groggy, adjusting to the light in the room. "Y/n's not here, is she?" He asks, but it's not disappointment in his tone, it's worry.

"No," Alex assures him. "She doesn't know."

"Good." Spencer agrees with Hotch's reasoning unknowingly. "She has to be on bed rest, and she has to keep her cortisol low."

Worrying about her being okay is making his heart rate jump up, and the girls know they have to keep it down. "She's okay, I promise," Penelope assures him. "You need to rest and get better, so you're okay to fly home."

He nods, settling down a little more. "Alex, you should go back to help the team." He dismisses her when he hears her phone buzzing. "Thank you for being here."

She nods, squeezing his knee after she stands up. "Get some rest."

When she leaves, he turns back to Penelope. "Can I tell you something?"

She nods emphatically. "Always."

"We're having a boy." He informs her.

Her eyes light up as she smiles at him. "Spencer, that's amazing. Did you find out?"

He shakes his head. "No, I just know." Usually, his near-death dreams are memories of his childhood, but in this one, he was standing over a bassinet in their bedroom, looking at the most perfect little baby boy he'd ever seen. He had looked too much like Y/n for Spencer to be seeing a baby version of himself.

Penelope resists the urge to hug him, knowing he's far too injured, but she's in tears about it like he is. "I cannot wait to meet perfect baby Reid."

He nods in agreement. "Me, too. Let's hope she doesn't go into labor until I'm back." He chuckles about it, but there's evident concern that he won't make it back in time. If he wasn't in hospital, he could catch a commercial flight home if needed, but when he's also in the hospital, there's not going to be much he could do.

"You'll be back in time," Penelope assures him.

He holds onto that as things get more complicated with another person trying to kill him, and eventually, most of the force being in on the murders.

By the time the worst of it is over, it's dawn in DC, and Spencer calls when he knows she'll be awake. "Good morning." He says softly.

Y/n mutes the TV, although she wasn't really watching it. There's not much to do on bed rest while heavily pregnant. "Hey, busy last night?"

Spencer sighs, looking around the hospital room that Penelope had vacated to sign his release papers. "Something happened." He confesses.

She nervously bites her bottom lip, her heart already beating faster as she starts to stress. "Tell me quick, please."

Right, he should have known that didn't sound good. "I'm okay now, but I did get shot."

"Spencer Reid, you say that far too casually." She scolds. She knows that if she's hearing his voice, it can't be that bad. "Where?"

"My neck." He answers, figuring he'll leave the piece of information out about how close the bullet was to his carotid artery until he can monitor her blood pressure and pulse. "It's a tiny bandage as well."

Y/n knows he loves his job, and he wouldn't choose to do anything else in the world, but she does wish it was a little less dangerous. "Well, I hope you're coming home soon, so I can properly tell you off."

Spencer chuckles at the comment. "I'll be back by tonight. How are you? Staying in bed?"

"Yes." She says flatly, having been texted the question by him so many times. "I'm good, but I'll be better when you get home."

He feels the same way. "Just don't go into labor before then." He requests.

"I'm weeks away." She assures him, rubbing her hands over the bump. He feels differently, knows it deep down, but he's not going to worry her with his intuition.

"Okay, I should go, so I can sign my discharge papers." He decides, noticing Penelope at the door. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She replies. "Thanks for staying alive."

The jet doesn't leave Texas too late, but it'll be dark in DC by the time they get home. He's asleep almost as soon as he lays on the couch, a deep gut feeling telling him that he'll need it

Penelope keeps the secret about baby Reid to herself while Spencer sleeps, unsure of if he wants it known or not. When they were in the hospital, he looked so sure about it that she's sure of it now.

Before they can get in their cars and leave the airport, Spencer finds a moment alone with Hotch. "I need some time."

Hotch raises his eyebrows like he's asking if Spencer is serious. "I'm glad you're asking because it means I don't have to make it an order."

"Thank you," Spencer says, taking Hotch's offer of a handshake.

"Let us know when the baby comes, and we'd like photos, too," Hotch tells him

Spencer can't help but ask Alex about her slip-up in the car while she drives him home as the memories slowly come back to him. "Who's Ethan?"

"My son." She answers before going into the sad story about his death. Spencer's been around a lot of death, children's death as well, but it's terrifying when he's about to become a parent. "I think he would have been a lot like you." She confesses.

"Thank you." He says simply. For two people with a lot of words, it's enough.

Alex grabs his bag for him when they reach the Reids' apartment, and they walk slowly up the stairs. He knows something is bothering her, and he's guessed what. "Are you leaving?" He asks.

It catches her off guard like she forgot he's a profiler. "I am." She answers honestly.

It's easy for him to understand. At least as soon as he blacked out, he couldn't remember anything else. Alex had been the one trying to stop him from dying, and that responsibility, on top of how horrifying their job was, was enough.

"I'm happy for you," Spencer tells her before putting his key in the lock and opening the door.

Y/n practically jumps on him as soon as he's in the apartment, hugging him tightly but carefully. "Oh, my god. You're back, you're here, and you're okay." She exclaims. Seeing him mostly physically okay is better than hearing his voice on the phone.

"I am," Spencer assures her when he finally gets released from the hug. "You're meant to be in bed."

She hits him on the shoulder. "Don't start." She warns before she moves to hug Alex at the awkward angle she now has to hug people at thanks to massive baby Reid. "Thank you for bringing him home." She says appreciatively.

"Of course." Alex nods. She can't help smiling at how in love the two of them are, remembering almost two years ago when Spencer was worried about not being enough to be her husband. "I'll leave you two to it." She says, stepping backward to leave.

Spencer's not really a hugging type of person, but he jumps at the chance to hug her before she goes, thanking her again and then closing the door.

"We should go to bed." He tells Y/n, even though his hands on either side of her bump make it impossible for them to move.

"You scared the shit out of me, you know?" She tells him, frowning up at him.

He kisses her on the forehead softly before kissing her lips. "I know." He answers. "I was scared, too, before I blacked out. But I will always do everything in my power to come home to you." He assures her, each word with such emphasis and meaning. He looks down at her bump. "And you, sweet boy?"

"A boy?" She asks in surprise, his eyes focusing back on her. "Did you realize you're wrong and now you're jumping ship to the right side, Reid?"

He laughs with her. "Yes, I did change my mind, Reid." He retorts. "Now, did you eat?"

"I did. I cleaned the kitchen too. How many boxes of cereal do you really need?" Spencer's face is blank as he realizes what's happening, and she's concerned. "What's up?"

He knows it'll just stress her out to know how common a sign nesting is of labor, so he doesn't say anything. "Just counting how many boxes of cereal I have."

"Eleven." She answers for him. "Eight now, actually, because I was hungry."

He laughs softly before kissing her again. "Come on, let's go to bed." He guides her through the house with his hands on her hips, glancing around the apartment he was so fond of. The bassinet at the edge of the bed always makes him smile, knowing there's going to be a baby in there and soon if his intuition is right.

He tiptoes out of the bedroom once she's showering to put his laundry on, but he's interrupted before he can turn the machine on. It's his wife with a very uneasy look on her face, her skin paler than usual, like she's sick. "I think I'm in labor." She barely manages to get out, voice soft from her shock.

Spencer doesn't freeze or underperform. Silently, he thanks the universe once again, grateful he's alive and back in DC. He did expect it, but that only contributes slightly to his calm front. "Okay, just breathe for a second. I'll go get your bag, and we'll go to the hospital." He narrates to her, keeping his voice slow to calm her.

It's the second hospital he's been at in the last twenty-four hours, and he would much rather be the one in the hospital bed if it meant she wasn't in pain.

Even though he has barely slept in the last week, there's no way he would miss a moment. He's hyper-alert as he comforts her, refuses to take his hand off hers, and makes a few phone calls.

Some terribly long hours of labor later, they have a baby. It was excepted, obviously, something months in preparation, but it's still unreal.

He's loved the little baby for so long, and he didn't realize that love would amplify exponentially. "You look exactly like this when you sleep," Spencer tells her, looking into the clear bassinet and staring at a face that mirrored hers.

"Your nose, though." She tells him, glad about that fact.

"So perfect." He coos. His phone vibrates, but nothing can knock him out of the moment. "The team's here." He reports.

"Send them in." She directs him, knowing he's asking more than telling. "I just should have brought makeup."

He leans down to kiss her forehead. "You look gorgeous."

Hugs are shared when JJ, Will, Henry, Hotch, Jack, Penelope, Alex, Morgan, and Rossi walk in, smiles on all their faces. Spencer very gently picks up the baby, showing him to everyone. "This is Ethan."

He stays asleep as he gets past around to his aunts and uncles and shown to his cousins, who all awe at him. Spencer stands next to Alex while everyone else talks.

"He's perfect," Alex tells him, even though she knows he's thought it a million times.

"I hope you don't mind," Spencer says nervously. "His name, I mean."

She shakes her head. "It's perfect. Enduring."

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I love your writing!! I really love the older sibling head cannon. I was wondering if you could write something off of this but the reader is like 25 and she tells the boys that they’re going to be uncles. Like their reaction and them meeting the baby would be the cutest. I’m obsessed

Uncles

Pairing - Sturniolo Triplets x Older Sister!Reader

Summary - You tell your brother they are gonna be uncles

Sitting in the car outside the airport leg bouncing in anticipation as you wait for your younger brothers Nick, Matt, and Chris. Anxiety feels your bones as you think about the little white boxes sitting at home on the kitchen table. You’re broken out of your thoughts as the passenger door swings open and you are engulfed in a hug from your youngest brother Chris.

“Jeez, Chris you almost gave me a heart attack” you exclaim as the triplets start to laugh. Nick and Matt express their hellos as they pack their bags into the car. The two boys give you a small hug as get in the car. As you pull out of the airport the anxious feeling starts bubbling in your chest once again

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Walking into your house after the long drive your eyes lock with the three white boxes on the table. Your nerves starting to get the best of you decide to just rip of the bandaid and get it over with.

“Hey boys before you head upstairs could you meet me in the kitchen please” you ask

“Okay, now I need y’all to stand in front of the box with your name on it” you instruct. Inside each box, there is a stuffed animal, a baby hat, an ultrasound picture, and a note that says I can’t wait to meet you uncle ( Nick,chis,Matt ).

“You got us presents,” Chris says excitedly. “ yes but you have to open them at the same time, okay,” you tell them. Each boy gives you a puzzled look before starting to open the boxes. Shock washes over their faces as they realize what is inside the box.

“Oh my God” Nick says in shock. “You’re having a baby” Matt whispers while Chris stands there quietly with his jaw on the floor. In the next moment you are in the middle of a group hug as all three boys spill their congratulations.

“You’re not having triplets are you ?” Chris questions after a brief moment of silence. You all start to giggle as you reassure them that no you are only having one baby.

🦆🦆🦆🦆

It been two weeks since you gave birth to your daughter and today is the day that your three youngest brothers finally get to meet their niece.

Hearing your husband’s car pull in to the driveway your excitement about seeing your brothers starts to rise. Behind your husband come three boys barely recognizable behind the mountains of baby gifts in their arms.

Nick and Chris put down the gifts before sitting down on either side of you. Eyes immediately locked on to the small baby in your arms spewing out compliments about their niece.

As Nick and Chris take turns holding your little girl you notice Matt is standing there quietly watching the three of you.

“Come hold her Matt” you call out softly as you stand up to allow him to take a seat on the couch. You gently transfer her from Chris’s arms to Matt’s.

“See you’re not gonna hurt her” you reassure Matt as your daughter settles into his arms. Taking a step back to stand next to your husband you both watch in awe as your brothers coo and fawn over their niece.

Uncles Headcannons

[ thank you for my very first request I hope you enjoy it - Ducky ]

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Good Choice (Without Him Part Two) - m. murdock x reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Warnings: angst, happy ending, cursing, pregnancy

Word Count: 1,814 words

Summary: Matt and Reader find common ground regarding their child and future.

Part One Masterlist

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"Ms, L/N. You are having a beautiful baby boy. " Your doctor speaks in a soft gentle tone as her hand glides the ultrasound device across your protruding stomach. Tears welled as you looked at Foggy who was holding your hand with an intense stare on the monitor. A smile washes over his face as the doctor confirms what we suspected. 

A boy. Smiling widely at the monitor looking at your precious baby, warmth filled your heart. Thoughts of baby cuddles, taking him to the park, good field trips, sports, all the potential memories but none have him in them. You thought you'd never regret leaving him after what he did with her but all you want now is for him to hold you, not Karen, Not Foggy. But the father of your child.

Karen and Foggy have been taking turns for doctors' appointments, despite your protests, eager to be with their niece or nephew. Despite not being blood-related, you all were family. 

"I know it's been rough for you these last few months between him and this baby. Just know I am always one call away, even if it's just to talk no matter how small. The next three 9months are going to be scary, but worth it in the end. " Your doctor smiles gently, making you nod a 'yes' knowing you'd never take her offer. "Well, I'm all done here. Imma get Rachel to draw up those discharge papers and get out of your hair. Keep taking good care of her, Fog. She needs it. Extra rest, stop stressing the baby." She says with a wide smile as she waves goodbye, closing the door on her way out.

Foggy wipes your stomach with the rag provided to remove the goop from the machine and sticks his hands out, which you take and allow him to pull you up. He grabs your underwear and pants, handing them to you before he stands by the door, facing away from you. 

Reaching down with underwear in hand, you go to bend over before realization hits you. You can't. 

"Uhm..Fog..I can't reach." When he turns, you are barely hunched over, belly blocking you from seeing your feet. Your best friend starts to laugh.

"Y/N, you look like the Hunchback from that Disney movie." He moves to grab your pants, holding them out. 

"Shut up and help me!" You laugh, shaking your head. You sit back down on the bed, doing your best to cover yourself as he slips your underwear up to wear so you can reach them before quickly turning back around to face the opposite of you. 

"Tell me when you're done." He says obviously. 

"No. Imma tell you to turn around now to see my cooch, yes I will tell you when I'm done." Sarcasm drips from your words as a chuckle follows them.

"Between you and Matt, this kid is gonna be the definition of sarcasm." At the mention of him, everything comes crashing back down onto your happy moment.

Your feelings for Matt were still as strong as when you left, you hated him for what he did to your family. But your love for him was just as strong too. You couldn't let all that love go, so you focused on your son. But it was like being stranded at sea. Every time you think you're strong enough to do this and swim back to shore, another wave would snatch you up and take you away. Your love for him was drowning you and you fucking hated it. You shouldn't have any love for the bastard. You tell yourself as a memory of the night you think you become pregnant haunts. You both were filled with so much love and passion for each other. 

Immediately, a tear runs down your face and you wipe it away. Pulling up your bottoms, you tap Fog with your foot. 

"Can I get my pants?" He turns around and quickly wraps you in his embrace.

"I'm sorry I brought him up. But you have to talk to him at some point. This is his baby, too. He's begging Karen and me to give him information from the doctors, you, everything." Foggy pleads for the fifth time that week. You know he's right. Matt should be here for his son and he would if I let him. But letting him means letting him near you and you weren't ready for that.

"Would you drop this if I said I'd think about it?" Pulling back with his arms still holding your shoulders, he nods with a soft smile. "Okay now get my pants. Please, Karen has Chinese food with our names on it!" You say in a sing-song tone. Smiling he repeats what he did with your bottoms to your joggers, but instead of turning he pulls them up for you and slides your slides onto your feet before sticking his arm out to you.

"Come now Milady. Off we go!" He says as you take his arm. "Time to stuff our faces, nom nom nom!" He says in a gruff, raspy voice, using his hands to peck at your shoulders.

"You are so weird!" You say as you leave the doctor's office, heading home.

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Laughing, you push the door to Karen's apartment as Foggy holds the food behind you. Stepping into the apartment, you go straight to the bathroom, ready to pee on yourself. Closing the door, you hear Foggy say "the fuck" loudly before muffled voices. 

Finished in the bathroom, you go back to the living room with food on your mind.

" I can't wait to dig into this Rangoon! I've been dreaming of it since last we- what the fuck?" Sitting beside Karen is Matt. Foggy is still standing but the food now rests on the coffee table between the group. Gritting your teeth, you shake your head. Unbelievable. You look over to Karen in disbelief. 

"You let him in? Knowing we were on the way back? Fuck this." You turn to go to your room but am stopped by a hand on your arm. Lightning speed, you twist around with your hand raised ready to hit the man that caused you so much pain but stop when you see it just Foggy.

"I know this isn't how you wanted to do this and I promise we did not plan this! Right, Karen?"

"You know how I feel about this, Y/N. He just showed up and refused to leave. I didn't know what to do."

"Call the cops." You mutter under your breath. A sad smile finds its way to Matt's face. With a sigh, Matt stands up and turns in your direction before taking a step toward you. Silently, Karen nods to Foggy for them to leave, you wish they would stay but you let them go, knowing how awkward it is to see a couple, especially your friends, fighting. Or in our case, separating. 

"I'm so sorry. And I'll always love you and want you. But, I'm not here to try to win you back. I know what I did was wrong and can never be forgiven, at least not for a while. I just want a chance to be a father to my child and if possible, your friend." Your eyebrow shot up at the word friend.

"Or just co-parents. I just want to be in their lives. Please." His voice is genuine, dripping with guilt, sadness, and even hurt. Seeing him like this kills you, but then flashes of him in Jen's bed pop into your head. 

“How could you do this to me?” If it wasn’t for his super-hearing, Matt wouldn’t have heard you, you mustered the words. Hurt flashes across his face as his eyes soften, his hand flinches to reach for you but he decides against it as he drops his extended hand. 

“There’s no excuse for what I did. I was drunk-”

“Oh, that lame-ass excuse! You just said you didn’t have any, but lied in the same breath.” You yell, shaking with anger. 

“No! I’m just trying to explain what happened. Please just let me talk.” He begs, hands out open and waiting: an invitation, not a demand. Everything in you tells you to grab him and let him hold you, you need his comfort after months of doing this without him. But, you couldn’t break. However, you couldn’t keep Matt out of his child’s life. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down. 

“G-Go ahead. Explain.” Your voice is shaking, you can tell if you're ready to cry or if you are angry. His begging eyes relax a little bit before glassing over with tears.

“I had too many drinks and I felt so out of place there. I was lonely and missing you. I was at the bar the next thing I know I was in someone else’s bed. I felt sick. I wanted to throw up. She woke up and I told her everything about us. We both got so drunk neither of us remember what happened. None of this is an excuse. I fucked up so bad and lost the best two things I ever had. Please give me a second chance, even as a co-parent. Just let me be in his life, p-please.” His voice cracks as a tear slides down his stubbled cheek.

Looking at his still-extended hand, you put yours in his. His eyes focus in on your general direction as a smile forms on his face. 

“We can be friends. Friends are okay.” You whisper, happy tears rolling down your face.

“This baby will need us and I want us to do this together, even if we aren’t..together.” His face fell as you mentioned no longer being a couple. Maybe you two could grow to pass this, for your baby and each other.

“I can do friends.” He says. “Can friends hug?” He asks. Instead of answering you rush into his embrace. His warmth wraps around you as his scent fills your nostrils. He feels like coming home. 

“I refuse to move and refuse to sleep on the couch so you can take your pick of the floor or couch.” You say into his chest, a low rumble coming from his chest as he laughs while his arms tighten around your waist, cradling your stomach with one hand. 

“I missed you so much.” He mutters into your neck, feeling your skin against his. 

“That’s not an answer.” Pulling back slightly, you look up at him. Annoyed, he huffs as he looks down at you.

“Couch.” He says making you smile at him.

“Good choice.” You beam as you snuggle back into his chest. You couldn’t help but love him. You knew you two weren't going to be friends forever, but your heart needed time, time to heal, time to forget.

part three coming soon!!

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MCU Men During Your First Trimester (Pregnancy Headcanons//Pt. 2)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

Requests are open!

A/N: You can, in fact, find out the gender of your baby as early as 14 weeks, but for fic purposes, we’re going to pretend like the ends of these headcanons are somewhere around the very very beginning of the second trimester-ish. Just go with it. Suspend your reality. You’ll be fineeeee. 

Link to Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Frank Castle:

This isn’t Frank’s first rodeo, but it’s all very new to you, so he’s patient with you as you start to experience symptoms. 

Frank insists on being a part of everything and listens intently when the doctor explains what you’re going to have to do until the second trimester, even though he’s heard all of this before. 

One morning your morning sickness is so bad that you think you might actually be dying, but Frank sits with you on the bathroom floor, rubbing your back and holding your hair up when you start vomiting again.  

Your body starts to change, but Frank is constantly reminding you that you’re beautiful and how strong you are for growing an entire human inside of you. 

Frank gives you glasses of water throughout the day because he knows you forget sometimes 

You wake Frank up at 3 a.m. one night because you’re having some serious cravings 

“Frank, if I don’t get some Doritos in me right this very minute, I think I might actually die.” 

He goes to three different stores before he finds some, buying the biggest bag they sell.  

You start taking way more naps, but Frank doesn't mind. When you fall asleep on his lap, he runs his fingers through your hair and thinks about how lucky he is to raise a child with you. 

Towards the end of the first trimester, the doctor tells you that you’re having a girl. Frank is beyond ecstatic because he knows it will look and be like you, and you are his favorite thing in the world.  

Matt Murdock: 

Matt is a walking ball of anxiety, but he’s doing his best to be supportive.  

You know Matt is worried that he won’t be able to be as good of a father because he is vision-impaired, but you reassure him that the baby will always know that he loves them.  

He also has a literal 360 sonar in his head like that man will be able to do anything and everything for that baby, just not while he’s in public. 

You don’t experience morning sickness, but you get the worst migraines you’ve ever experienced in your life. 

It’s a good thing your partner doesn’t need the lights on because you spend a solid three weeks doing everything in the dark.  

The first time you ever experience a mood swing, you snap at Matt for asking you if you want to go for a walk. He immediately bursts into laughter and you’re soon to follow.  

“I like the feisty you.” 

“Shut it, Murdock.” 

When you go to the doctor for your first trimester ultrasound, your doctor’s pregnant (excuse the pun) pause has Matt on the edge of his seat.  

“There are two of them in there. Twins! One boy and one girl!” 

You very nearly pass out when you hear that you will be having not one, but two babies. 

When the doctor leaves the room, Matt reveals that he thought he heard another heartbeat, but he wanted you to be surprised.  

You’re overjoyed that you get to have both a girl and a boy, because now you’ll be able to physically see the piece of you and the piece of Matt that created your family.  

Billy Russo: 

You successfully avoid Billy for weeks, but when the doctor asked if you knew of any illnesses that run on the father’s side of the family, you decide you don’t want to risk the baby’s health by avoiding Billy. Even if he was an orphan, he could be dealing with an illness or something that he hadn’t told you about.  

You call him one night, vowing to only ask him the one question and hang up. 

He answers on the first ring, asking if you’re okay. 

“I know you didn’t know your family, but do you know of anything the baby might inherit from you that the doctor needs to know about? 

“I’m coming over. Please open the door when I get there.” 

You say okay, because it’s Billy, and you miss him.  

You awkwardly stand in the hallway with him as he looks you over.  

“I am so, so sorry. I know I handled the news terribly and I know you feel like I’ve abandoned you, but I haven’t, and I won’t abandon our baby either.” 

He doesn’t want to do the same thing his parents did to him my poor damaged baby. 

“How do I know I can trust you, Billy?” 

“I’ll show you. You’ll see.” 

Billy makes a concerted effort to see you at least once a day. He’ll bring you coffee (de-caffeinated) in the morning sometimes, or when he has a late night, he’ll stop by with whatever you happen to be craving that day.  

He apologizes for missing your first doctor’s appointment, but he promises he’ll be at the rest of them.  

He’s constantly on the phone with Frank, asking him about “baby stuff”.  

You can tell that he’s nervous about it, but he’s trying his best.  

He even starts emailing you links to different cribs/stuff for the nursery and asking your opinion on them. 

When it comes time to find out the gender of the baby, Billy is fidgety and anxious, tapping his foot on the floor and running his fingers through his hair repeatedly. 

When the doctor reveals that the baby is a boy, the room is silent. After the doctor leaves, Billy lets the tears he’d been holding back fall.  

“What if I fuck him up? What if he’s like me?” 

“The fact that you’re worried about that means you won't, Billy.” 

Bucky Barnes: 

This is a very high-risk pregnancy, and Bucky is taking it very seriously. 

He won’t even let you cook dinner anymore, claiming that your rest and health are the most important things right now. 

“Bucky, I am more than capable of showering by myself.” 

“I know that, Doll. I’m just here for the show.” 

He’s already picking out baby names that he thinks you might like, but you’re hesitant to set anything in stone before the second trimester.  

You watch the calendar as you get closer to your second trimester, praying to the universe that you don’t have a miscarriage.  

You can see how excited Bucky is, and you don’t want to break his heart by losing the baby.  

Bucky can sense your unease, and he tries to reassure you that no matter what happens, he’ll love you ‘til the end of the line (I had to, don’t freaking shoot me okay???) 

When you’re two weeks away from the second trimester, you start to feel sharp pains in your stomach. Bucky rushes you to the hospital, where they stick you with needles and run all types of tests to figure out what’s going on. 

You cry into Bucky’s chest, apologizing for getting his hopes up. Bucky won’t even let you finish your apology, reminding you that you’re doing a very hard thing and that he loves you so very much. 

The doctor tells you that your baby is fine, but that you’re not drinking enough water, which was causing severe stomach cramps. 

“In other news, your baby is a boy.”  

Bucky is over the moon, and vows to you that he’ll never let anyone hurt you or the baby. 

Peter Parker (Tom Holland): 

Peter honors his promise and starts taking on odd jobs before and after his classes, slowly but surely building up money for when the baby comes. 

You continue your semester and job as planned but start visiting the campus clinic instead of an independent OBGYN when you have to make doctor appointments, because they offer services for college students at a reduced cost. 

Peter probably reads every baby book ever written in preparation for your pregnancy and the birth. 

One morning you start to cry when you realize that your once favorite breakfast food, aka poached eggs, repulses you now.  

Peter is so confused, but hugs and kisses you anyways because he loves you.  

He eventually moves into your apartment, claiming it was bound to happen eventually.  

You’re worried about how much the actual birth is going to cost, but Peter says he knows a guy who knows a girl who can help with that.  

Peter gently suggests the name “May” if the baby is a girl, and you blame the pregnancy hormones when you start to cry over how beautiful the sentiment is. 

You both decide not to find out the baby’s gender until you give birth, because you want it to be a fun little surprise. 

Your last week in your first trimester is celebrated with pizza and a bottle of (non-alcoholic) champagne. 

“What if our baby’s a boy? What are we going to name him then?” 

“I don’t know, Peter Jr.?” 

“Peter, I am not naming my child Peter Jr.” 

End Note: i'm so sorry but i would fold so fast for billy anyways! i think im going to do two more parts to this: one where reader is in their second/third trimesters, and one where reader gives birth and how the new daddys are with their newborns. baby name suggestions would be great thank youuuu

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Back From The Dead Ch. 8

See! I told yall I’d have this up today! 😘

Warnings: Reader takes a tumble, fear of miscarriage, angst, everything is ok in the end, I promise!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 2129

The day starts off like any other. You wake up in Matt’s arms and have to playfully fight your way free as he tries to convince you to stay in bed.

“Just five more minutes, sweetheart.”

Both of you know it’s never just five more minutes with him, so you do your best to ignore his cajoling and get up and get ready for work. A short time later, you’re out the door with a soft kiss goodbye and a promise to check in with him if anything happens. As you get closer to the end of your pregnancy, Matt gets more and more nervous. As do you. You’ve never been pregnant before and while you have an idea of what to expect, that’s totally different from actually experiencing it.

Your walk to work is uneventful and your workday starts out great. But then some coworker makes a snide comment about you being pregnant out of wedlock and that leads to an argument about it being none of their business. Which leads to you storming off, trying not to cry, while your boss handles the situation. You’re thinking you should head downstairs and go outside for a few minutes of fresh air, so you head for the stairwell and make your way down.

And that’s when it happens.

Your foot slips, missing the stair, and before you know what’s happening, you’re falling. One arm immediately goes to wrap around your belly while the other shoots out to try to stop your fall, but it’s inevitable. You tumble your way down the flight of stairs, the arm you put out to catch yourself had buckled, and then you’re laying on the landing. You have your uninjured arm still wrapped tight around your belly and you lay there in shock for several minutes. Panic hits you as you realize what just happened and you slowly, carefully sit yourself up. Your entire body hurts and you can’t help the sob you let out as fear for your baby flies to the front of your mind. You hoarsely scream out for help and it takes a few tries but soon someone hears you and comes running.

Thankfully, it’s the coworker you’ve always been very close to and she helps you calm enough that you can tell her what happened. She listens carefully and insists on calling an ambulance. You want to deny her but you’re too afraid of what might have happened to your baby. With shaky hands, you pull your phone out, relieved to find it in one piece, and dial Matt while you wait for the ambulance. The phone rings and rings but eventually goes to voicemail. Your lower lip wobbles as you try to keep it together.

“Hey, Matt. I know you said to call if something happened and… look, just please call me back. I need you.”

You hang up just as the EMT’s arrive to look you over. They’re able to tell you that it looks as if your arm isn’t broken but you all agree that a trip to the hospital is in your best interest. They load you up and take you to the closest hospital. The entire time, you try calling Matt again three times. Each time goes to voicemail, and each time you get a little more hysterical. You haven’t felt your baby move since you fell and you’re getting more and more scared that something happened.

Once in the Emergency Department, you’re triaged quickly and the OB on call is summoned to look you over. They inform you that they’ll need to do an ultrasound to confirm your baby is still alive and that’s what finally breaks you. You beg them to wait until you can get ahold of the father and they warn you that the sooner they know, the sooner they can help you if it’s possible. You’re terrified but insistent about getting ahold of Matt and so they give you the space to try calling one more time.

This time, you call the office and not Matt’s phone.

“Hello?”

“Karen. I need Matt.” You sob out, desperate for his comfort. Karen immediately grows concerned at the tone of your voice.

“What happened? Are you alright? The baby? Where are you?”

You do your best to tell her what happened and insist you need Matt.

“Oh, honey. I’ll get him right now, okay? I’m going to set the phone down for a minute, but don’t hang up, okay?”

“O-Okay.” You whimper. Karen sets the phone down and all but runs to the conference room and knocks on the door. Foggy calls a soft come in and Karen nudges the door open. The look on her face must alert Foggy that something is wrong because he immediately stands up. Matt furrows his brow and tilts his head, listening in to the signals in her body and realizes that something is definitely wrong.

“I am so sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow Mr. Murdock. He has a very important call he needs to take. Right now.” Thankfully the client is more than understanding and Matt stands, rounding the table and letting Karen lead him to the phone. On the way, she fills him in and by the time they reach the phone, Matt’s heart is pounding.

“Sweetheart?”

“Matt! Oh, thank god. I need you. Did Karen-“

“Karen filled me in. Where are you? I-I’ll take a cab or something.” You let out a relieved sob and tell Matt the hospital you’re at. It just so happens to be the one Claire works at and Matt tells you to ask for her and that he’ll be there as fast as he can. By the time he hangs up, Karen is also hanging up her cell phone.

“I called for a cab; it should be outside. Please keep us updated!” Karen calls as Matt rushes from the room. He all but hurtles into the cab and tells him the hospital, antsy the entire ride there. It takes too long in his opinion, and he wants to just run his way over the rooftops, but he knows that’s not an option.

When he reaches the hospital, he all but runs inside, barely using his cane to guide him. He gets to the desk and asks for you and it feels like it takes an eternity for the nurse to confirm that you’re there.

“It looks like she’s still being looked over. Are you related in some way or-“

“I’m her husband.” Matt lies easily. He knows they won’t let him in if he tells the truth until they can talk to you and that just feels like way too long. The nurse at the counter nods and guides him carefully through the ER to the room you’re in. She knocks on the door before opening it.

“Sweetie? Your husband is here.”

“Matt?!” You cry frantically and later, when things have calmed, Matt will marvel over the way you immediately called for him when the word husband was mentioned. But for now, he rushes to your side. He pretends it’s just good luck that he ends up on the side with your uninjured arm and he takes your hand in his immediately. The nurse leaves to go get the doctor and as soon as the door closes, you’re telling Matt everything.

“My stupid shoe slipped and I fell and I tried so hard to protect my stomach, Matt, I did. But I haven’t felt him move and I’m so scared and please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry.” Matt instinctively shushes you, smoothing a hand over your hair and pulling you into him as best as he can.

“Sweetheart, why would I be mad at you? You have nothing to apologize for. It was an accident.”

“But I pulled you from work and- and- what if I… What if he’s…” Matt’s heart seizes as he realizes what you’re trying to say. He immediately stills and focuses in on you, doing his best to filter out all the noise of the busy ER. He digs and digs through sensory information before he finally finds it. There. Your baby’s heaertbeat is steady, a little elevated, but there.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. His heartbeat’s there. Let’s see what the doctor says, okay?” You sob in relief and nod, just as there’s a knock and the OB comes in.

“Are you ready?” You nod, and they get the machine brought in for the ultrasound. You pull your shirt over your stomach and they spread the jelly over your skin before gently pressing the wand into your stomach. The doctor moves it around for a moment before finally focusing in on where your baby’s heart is.

“There’s the heartbeat. He’s just fine.”

“Define fine. And be honest, please.” You ask.

“Fine means zero sign of placental abruption, no bleeding, no sign of injury to the fetus. Other than your arm being sprained, you and your baby are just fine.” Matt’s hand tightens in yours and you both let out quiet sounds of relief. You thank the doctor, and she smiles and nods, before helping you get covered back up and taking the ultrasound machine out. She comes back a few minutes later to go over your discharge instructions.

“You need to take it easy for a few days. Check in with your regular OB so they know what happened and definitely check in if you feel any sudden or sharp pain. Your arm is just sprained thankfully so ice, compression, and no lifting with that arm for a few weeks. I won’t put you on bed rest, but I mean it when I say take it easy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You say quietly. She writes you a prescription for some pain medication just in case and then they get to working on your discharge. The entire time, Matt sticks close to your side, hovering close and checking in on you constantly. It feels like forever before the two of you make it back to your apartment. When you finally are able to settle on your couch, you sigh in relief. Matt settles next to you and takes your hand in his again. The two of you sit together for several minutes, just being thankful that things weren’t worse than what they were.

“Will you come stay with me? Or can I stay with you? Just… just for a few days? I would just feel better if I could be here with you and take care of you.” You squeeze Matt’s hand and nod.

“Yeah, I’d… I’d feel better knowing you were keeping an ear on him, and you’ll probably know before I will if something happens. We can go to your place so you’re more comfortable. Help me pack a bag?” You ask. Matt nods and together, the two of you put together a small duffle bag of stuff for the next few days. He helps you back down to the ground floor and the two of you take a taxi back to his place. The ride is quiet, both of you still ruminating on everything. Once in his apartment, Matt takes the time to call Foggy and Karen to let them know everything’s going to be okay while you get settled. When he’s done, you’ve settled on the couch and are just staring ahead of you.

“Sweetheart?” You startle a little and turn to look at Matt and that’s when you lose it. Everything just hits you at once and you sob, reaching for him. Matt immediately moves to you and pulls you into him, holding and rocking you.

“Shhh, it’s going to be okay, sweetheart. You’re safe and so is the baby. You’re both just fine.”

“But we almost weren’t. We could have lost him today and it would’ve been all my fault-“

“No. No, it wouldn’t have. If we had, God forbid, lost him, it would NOT have been your fault. It wouldn’t have been anyone’s fault. But we didn’t lose him. He’s okay. And so are you.” It takes Matt a while to calm you down and when he does, you fall into a fitful sleep. Matt just keeps holding you close, one arm around your shoulder and the other resting his hand on your stomach. Like this, he can feel the way your baby moves and it settles him a little.

He almost lost him today. He could’ve lost you too if things had gone particularly bad. With a shuddering breath, Matt prays. He prays for your and the baby’s safety. He prays that the remaining time you’re pregnant goes well. He prays for your health.

Finally, he prays that if anything had to happen, that it happen to him and not to either of you.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x pregnant!reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #daredevil x reader

[newtonsheffield]

Can we please see more of pregnant OBGYN Kate and her overprotective midwife husband? I just imagine he gets worse with each pregnancy.

Oh but you absolutely know there's no hiding the sex of the baby from them. Anthony gasps as soon as he does the ultrasound, "Kate! There's our baby! Kate! We're having a baby! He's so handsome already!"

And when they give out the new ultrasound picture Kate's like "You can probably tell whether it's a boy or girl."

Mary already taping it to her computer screen like "Obviously."

Edwina sighing like "... For those of us who specialise in something other than uteri could you maybe spell it out?"

"It's pretty obvious, Eddie." Anthony says bemusedly.

Meanwhile Matt Bagwell has looked at it and gasped. "Eddie! You're having a nephew!"

"Oh come on! Even Matt knows?!" Edwina huffs indignantly. "His nickname is Goose and he can tell?!"

"Weird take on our very loving relationship." Matt sighs.

But Anthony is thriving as an expectant father, even if he keeps walking past Kate and swapping out her orange juice for something very thick and green.

"Anthony, I'm an OB! Would you believe I actually know a little bit about pregnancy?"

"Unfortunately for you, You've placed yourself on my service and that means I'm in charge." Anthony grins, handing her some carrots and hummus. "And you haven't eaten in fifteen minutes so it's time to eat again. You love hummus, I got Goose's Mum to make this special."

Anthony left a quick kiss on her lips before running off down the hall. "I love you!"

"It's not too late for me to transfer to Mary's service!" Kate calls back. "And I love you too!"

"He's right." Mary sighs, "You do love hummus, and Matt's Mum's hummus is pretty great."

"Yes, Obviously!" Kate huffs irritably. "And I'm definitely going to send her a thank you note but honestly! The man is deranged!"

And he always calms down by the time the baby is born, and when he's the first person to hold his child, Kate can hardly breathe when she sees them together. Anthony's scrub cap askew, tears in his eyes as he smiles.

"Kate, I love you so much."

And it's the best moment of Anthony's life, always. Until it's not. Until little Mary is born, and suddenly he looks down and there's so much blood, and Kate's eyes roll back in her head.

"Kate? KATE?!" Anthony's frozen, can hardly breathe as his wife starts bleeding right in front of him, slipping away, panic building in his throat until he snaps, pulling every alarm in the room, his voice screaming down the hallway.

"MARY!" And he knows it's not fair, to call her mother in to see her like this, but she's the person Anthony needs more than anything. "MARY HELP!"

"Anthony, what-?" Her voice chokes off when she finds him, desperately trying to stop the bleeding, his shoulders heaving.

"I don't- She's haemorrhaging, please please help me!"

And he sees the shift, the moment Mary's not looking at her daughter anymore. "Anthony, step back, let me, Dr James is on her way. You hold the baby."

He feels so helpless. Standing there in the corner with tears streaming down his face, one arm clutching his new baby girl his other hand holding Kate's so tightly while Mary works quickly with Kate's colleague.

"Anthony, we need to take Kate to surgery okay? You did great let me take it from here okay?"

He can't do anything but nod, his breath shuddering from his body as his wife is wheeled away from him and Mary wraps her arms tightly around him.

"Everything's going to be okay. She'll be okay, Pup."

"I asked her Mary. She didn't- we decided on three babies and I wanted another one and she did it for me and now she's-"

"Hey." Mary Cut him off, her voice firm. "Kate loves you, and she wanted this baby okay? You did everything and everything is going to be just fine."

And finally when Kate opens her eyes again, hours later and the first thing she does is sigh. "I bet you feel really bad about not letting me have that cheeseburger, right?"

Anthony bursts into tears all over again. "You can have whatever you want but we are never having sex again."

#tw: traumatic birth #all i am (all that i ever was) #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[sturnsbabie]

BABYMAMA. -C.STURNIOLO.

PART TWO

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pairing: chris x pregnant!reader

summary: y/n is now three months pregnant starting to show. chris has y/n staying with him all the time now because he doesnt wanna leave her side afraid he’ll miss something with the pregnancy. they finally tell nick and matt that theyre going to be uncles. they then plan a trip to boston so they can tell their parents.

warnings: cussing,nick crying,pregnancy talk, throwing up, fluff.

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im now three months pregnant and ive been staying with chris a lot. chris is so overprotective of me now that im pregnant. its so cute. we still havent made anything offical, but things are definitely getting more serious between us.

we’ve been hiding the pregnancy from everyone including his brothers. its been so hard to hide it from them especially nick because i tell him everything. we just wanted to soak up the moments of us two knowing. its getting harder to hide now that im starting to get a bump on me.

today we decided we were gonna tell nick and matt. i was nervous for what they were gonna say about this. they knew that me and chris were starting to get serious though.

me and chris were in the kitchen setting up the surprise we had for them. we had a gift box sitting on the table. inside the box was a onesie that said hi uncle nick and matt along with a ultrasound picture and a postive pregnancy test.

chris yelled for the both of them to come to the kitchen. i was a little nervous to tell them both, especially since weve been hiding this little secret for the past two months.

“everything okay?” nick questioned as he walked into the kitchen. “yes me and chris just have a gift for you and matt.” i said softly with a small smile.

“what is it! i love gifts!!” nick said as matt walked into the kitchen. “why did you yell for me?” matt asked his brother.

“got a gift for you and nick.” he said as he looked at his two brothers.

“okay guys i want you both to open the gift together. its a gift for the two of you together.” i say as i looked at chris then back at nick and matt.

nick and matt were both confused. they didnt know what was going on or why they suddenly have a gift for them both. they were scared to see what the gift was.

nick and matt slowly opened the box and saw the onesie. it took matt a second to realize that he was going to be a uncle. nick let out a squeal when he read the onesie.

“oh my god!!! are you really pregnant??” he asked the girl waiting for a response.

“yes nick youre gonna be a uncle!” the girl told him as he pulled her into a hug as he had tears flowing down his cheek.

“i always knew you and my brother would end up together one day but i never expected you to have a baby with him!! im so excited to be a uncle and im excited to watch you guys become parents!” nick said as he hugged the girl.

“aww nick youre gonna make me cry.” i giggled. “you have a little bestie on the way!!” i said to him

“why are you crying nick?” chris asked his brother as his brother pulled him into a hug “my little brother is becoming a dad, and im excited to be a uncle” he chuckled

matt pulled the girl into a hug. “congratulations y/n. im excited for you and chris. i cant wait to be a uncle!” he said smiling softly as he carefully hugged the girl.

“thank you matt. i appreciate it” i said softly to him. i was happy that nick and matt were taking this news well.

nick and matt were extremely happy for their brother and y/n. they both always knew the way chris felt for the girl, but they always knew he was too scared to act on it and theyre happy he finally did. they both loved y/n as a little sister. she was always the sweetest and she didnt just hang out with chris she would hang out with them two as well.

they couldn’t wait to watch chris and y/n become parents. they loved seeing their brother happy.

i was cuddled up to chris on the couch as we all just sat and talked about random things.

“what if y/n has triplets or twins” matt joked as i looked at him

“oh no, i dont know if i could handle 2 or 3 mini chris’” i joked back as i looked at chris placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

a few weeks later chris and i were headed to boston with nick and matt. we were just going to visit marylou jimmy and justin but we also needed to tell them that were having a baby.

chris and i already told my parents a few days ago. it went pretty well, they both are excited for us.i was happy everyone was supportive of us.

we currently just landed in boston. chris was asleep on my shoulder. i gently shook him to wake him up.

“baby wake up were in boston.” i said softly as he started moving around.

we finally headed off the plane and headed to grab our bags before we headed to the car where marylou was waiting on us.

we all got our bags and headed out to the minivan where marylou was. she hugged the triplets then she came and hugged me.

“hi y/n! howve you been” she asked as she was helping us put our bags in the trunk.

“im good! i missed you” i said softly as we all got into the minivan.

matt decided to drive us back to their house as mary lou sat next to him. in the backseat i was in the middle and chris was on my right and nick on my left.

as we were on our way to the triplets parents house i started to get extremely nauseous. ive been having bad morning sickness lately.

i started to feel like i was gonna throw up so i suddenly tell matt to pull over.

“matt! pull over im gonna puke!” i say as he hurriedly pulls over to the side of the road. marylou has a concerned look on her face.

“is y/n okay?” marylou questions as chris instantly opened the car door and got out so y/n could throw up.

i instantly got out the car and leaned over as i threw up everything i ate earlier as chris held my hair rubbing my back. i threw up til i emptyed everything out of my stomach.

chris handed me a napkin as we got into the van and i wiped my mouth off taking a drink of my water.

“y/n are you sick?” marylou asked as i hurried and tried to think of an excuse to tell her.

“it was just my nerves, im fine now though.” i said softly as i leaned my head onto chris’ shoulder.

we’ve been at the triplets parents house for a few hours now, chris and i laid in his bed in his room as we were waiting for dinner to be done.

“you ready to tell your parents after we eat?” i asked him as i looked at him just admiring him.

i dont know if it was just the hormones from being pregnant or what, but boy has this man gotten sexier to me. id let him do me anywhere anytime and any place.

“a little nervous but i think itll be okay” he said softly as he looked at me.

the look he was giving me was making me go insane. “yeah itll be okay” i said softly as i looked at him.

i grabbed him by his jaw and pulled him into a kiss. he kissed me back softly as he pulled me closer to him. it suddenly turned into a heated makeout as he started to pull my shirt up cupping my boobs softly as we kept kissing. our tounges were fighting for dominance as i had my hands tangled into his hair.

the door suddenly opened but we both were too into the kiss to realize until we heard matt voice and we instantly pull away from eachother as i pulled my shirt down.

“mom wanted me to tell you guys that dinners ready but it seems as if you guys were already busy!” matt said as he walked out the room.

chris and i both looked at eachother as our faces turned red and we giggled. we headed to the dining room were everyone was sat.

chris and i sat down next to eachother as we all started to eat. the food was real good marylou was such a good cook.

dinner was finally over as we all stayed around the table just talking until chris spoke up. “y/n and i have some news we would like to share with you” he said as he was rubbing my thigh under the table comforting me.

“well lets hear it”jimmy said as marylou looked at us both.

“what is it? tell us!” marylou said as she was nervous for the news.

“y/n and i are having a baby.” chris said softly as we both were nervous for the reactions out of his parents.

“oh goodness jimmy! were gonna be grandparents!’ marylou said happily as jimmy hugged her.

“oh really? thats great!” jimmy said as him and marylou got up to hug chris and i.

“yeah. im three months pregnant now” i said softly as marylou and jimmy both hugged chris and i.

“i knew something was up when you had matt pull over to throw up earlier. you also have a pregnancy glow rightnow, youre so beautiful and im excited for my grandbaby!” marylou said as she hugged me.

marylou was always like a second mom to me. she was always warm and welcoming.

marylou and i sat together in the living room going thru baby pictures of chris and his brothers as jimmy chris and his brothers were all going on a drive together.

chris was such a cute baby and i cant wait to see what our baby looks like. i cant wait til we find out the gender of our baby.

marylou and i were talking about pregnancy and birth and she was giving me some advice and telling me things about pregnancy i didnt know yet.

chris finally got back with nick matt and jimmy. everyone started to head to bed.

chris and i went back into his room as he had his head resting on my belly. that was one of his favorite things to do lately. he was so excited to be a dad, and it was so cute.

“im so glad it went good telling my parents today.” chris said softly as he kissed my belly.

“yeah.your mom and i were talking about the baby and pregnancy related stuff. she also showed me baby pictures of you.” i giggled as i looked at him as i ran my hand thru his hair.

“i love you mama” he said smiling happily as he laid his head on my chest.

“i love you too chris” i said as i kissed him softly.

this baby was so loved already. everyone is so excited and happy for us. i cant wait til we find out the gender of our baby in a few weeks. chris wants a girl but i want a boy. chris would be such a cute girl dad though.

i cant wait to watch chris become a dad.

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hmmm are you guys team boy or team girl🤔

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets imagines #christopher sturniolo imagines

[a-bang-for-your-bucky]

The Devil Between Us

Chapter 5: Where Were You?

read GHOST here.

Warnings: ANGST, so much angst, miscarriage, medical tests, mentions of D&C, explicit language, emotional distress.

A/N: This chapter was hard to write, but I'm so glad I did. It was so cathartic for me, and I'm sorry if it wasn't where you guys wanted this to go. I also apologize about Matt. I'm a firm believer that Matt Murdock would be ecstatic about having a kid, but this is season 2 Matt, when all he cared about was being Daredevil. With that being said, I hope you don't hate me after this. <3 Thank you @acrossthesestars for beta-ing. You are the best!

You were sitting in the aftermath of the shootout in Senator Ori’s hotel room. Detective Sergeant Brett Mahoney was going through your statement, combing through each and every word of what you remembered. He knew you helped Castle escape, but couldn’t do anything about it, not while New York was painting Frank as a terrorist, saying that he was working with Lewis Wilson. 

“It’s funny how you and Castle keep crossing paths. What was he even doing here?” Brett asked. 

You shook your head, “I think he was looking out for me. Sergeant, you and I both know Frank Castle isn’t a terrorist.” You were absolutely sure about that. You listened as Brett tried, and failed, to put together a picture of what happened. A cramp had your face scrunching up in pain, your breath a sharp exhale as you breathed through the sudden pain. I shouldn’t be cramping, you thought. You knew immediately that something was wrong, your hand flying to your belly. “Brett-” you gasped as another spasm had you doubling over. “I think I need a doctor.” The officer rushed over to you. Looking down, you saw blood seep through the seam of your pants. “Brett, I’m serious. I think– I think I’m losing my baby.” 

“You’re pregnant?!” He shouted the question, calling for a medic over his radio and reaching for your hand. He tried to comfort you as uncontrollable sobs clawed their way up your throat. What were you doing? You had put the life of your child at risk to follow up on a story. 

“I– I– I wasn’t– I didn’t– I didn’t expect to be held hostage.” You stuttered as you wept, holding your stomach as if your touch would magically stop this from happening, as if your own two hands could keep your world from falling apart. A medic entered the room with a gurney and helped you onto the stretcher, strapping you in. Brett wished you well as they rolled you out of the room, but he didn't follow.

The emt's asked you a million questions. How far along? What happened while you were in the hotel? Has this ever happened before? Is there anyone you can call to be there for you? You only had so many answers. The hospital ran test after test. Urine, blood work, ultrasounds. Every single one pointed to one thing. You were losing your baby - Matt’s baby. 

You called Matt over and over. Each call went straight to voicemail. Eventually you gave up and called Karen who showed up at the hospital almost immediately. Foggy wasn’t far behind her. It was nice having them there, but it didn't help to ease the bone deep ache of loneliness that had settled over you. The one person you needed, the only person you wanted, was nowhere to be found. Karen and Foggy both tried calling him, but still no answer. 

The doctor came in to speak with you. Karen pulled a protective Foggy out of the room to give you your privacy. Your levels of hcG were slowly depleting, he said stiffly, and they were just waiting to see if you would need a D&C. It was all so clinical, so matter of fact. You barely had time to grasp the fact that you lost your child and that Matt was AWOL. You tried calling him one more time before they wheeled you to your overnight room. 

“Hi, you’ve reached Matt Murdock. Please leave a message.” Beep. 

“It’s me. Again. I don’t know where you are or if you’re even alive.” You sniffled, “But I could really use you right now. Um, something happened today. I was– Fuck, I was doing an onsite interview. There was a bomb.” You let out a choked sob, “I was taken hostage, Matt. I don’t want to leave this on your voicemail. Answer your phone, asshole.” You hung up the phone, tossing it at the foot of your bed with a frustrated scream. 

A nurse came in with some paperwork for you to sign before they could move you. She took the papers after you scribbled your signature, telling you it wouldn’t be too much longer. Her face was kind and her eyes were sad and it took everything you had not to scream at her, at the injustice of it all. You just laid on the hard hospital bed, staring at the white walls. One more time. You told yourself as you reached for your cell. One more time. If he doesn’t answer, I leave it on a voicemail.

One ring. Two rings. Three. 

“Hi, you’ve reached Matt Murdock. Please leave a message.”

The air decompressed, and the hospital doors opened with a hiss. Hurriedly, Matt, still bruised from his fight the night before, used his cane to make his way to the front desk. The nurse looked up at Matt, seeing the contusion on his face. "Do you need help sir?" 

Matt shook his head fervently. "No. No. My girl– my girlfriend. She came in for a possible– shit. Sorry. A miscarriage." Matt stammered over his words. He gave them your name and then his. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Murdock. You aren't listed on her paperwork. I can't tell you anything." Matt ran a hand down his face, before thanking the nurse. 

He whipped out his phone as he walked away from the desk. He called Karen, knowing she would know where you were. She picked up after the first ring. "Where the hell are you, Matt? We've been calling–"

"Where is she? I'm at the hospital but they won't tell me anything. Where is she, Karen?" Matt cut her off, begging for answers. 

Karen scoffed on the other end. "She doesn't want to see you. She needed you, and you were off God knows where, doing God knows what." Karen didn't get angry often, she was the more understanding one of the bunch. "I held her hand though, Matt. So at least she wasn't alone." Click. 

He cursed under his breath. "Excuse me," he turned and said to the nurse. "Can you at least tell me if she's here? I'm the– I was the father." A sad smile crossed the nurse's face. 

"She was discharged a few hours ago." The nurse whispered. Matt's lip quivered as he thanked her. He exited the hospital slowly, before tossing his cane haphazardly. Taking off at a sprint, Matt made his way to your apartment. 

You were curled up on your couch, drowning in the silence. The doctor told you the pain would subside over the next few days. What they didn't tell you was how you'd feel so empty, so broken, so lost. Ellison made sure you took substantial time off work, ensuring you'd have a job when you felt ready to return. 

There was a knock at your door. You ignored it, like you had many others before. Then you heard him, "It's me. Please, let me in." Matt's voice filtered through the thick wood of your door. You rolled over on the couch. "I know you're there. I can hear your heartbeat. Please." His soft begging pulled at you, sinking claws into your chest, urging you to open the door. 

Slowly you rose, your legs feeling like concrete. Undoing every lock on your door, you opened it. A very distraught Matt rushed in, pulling you into his arms. 

"Get off me" You mumbled, pushing him away. He released you instantly, stepping back. "What are you doing here?" You said, more hateful than you intended.

Matt listened as you shuffled around, placing yourself back on your couch. "I went to the hospital–"

"I was discharged this afternoon. They kept me overnight." You snapped at him. He came to sit next to you. 

"I should have been there. I should have– Fuck, I am so sorry." The pain on his face told you he was sincere. "What were you doing in that hotel?" He asked, worry thickly laced in his voice. 

There it was; the inevitability of blaming you, the accusation that this was your fault. It was your job to provide a safe place for your baby to grow, and you failed. "I was working, Matt. It was an onsite interview. I didn't expect to be held hostage and almost blown up." You were despondent, cold. “I would be dead, too, if it weren’t for Frank. As if you even care.” 

“Castle? The Punisher?” You could hear the disbelief in his voice. “Only you would get caught in the middle of his bullshit.” Matt huffed, annoyed. 

You scoffed at his words. “At least he was there for me.” A low blow. One you felt Matt deserved. “Where were you, huh? Where were you when I called? When Karen or Foggy called? When I was–” You gasped for a breath, “Where the fuck were you, Matt? When I was losing our baby?!” You exploded, tossing one of your couch pillows across the room, knocking a picture off the wall. 

Matt flinched as the glass shattered, hearing the anger, the hurt, the disappointment. He reached for you, wanting to console you, wanting to grieve with you. You slapped his arm away. “Where. Were. You.” You asked again, pausing between each word. 

Matt sighed deeply. “I was fighting. I was with Elektra. We were–”

“Get out.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear anything else he had to say. It wouldn’t change anything. At the end of the day, you still lost your baby. You still lost Matt. 

He ran a hand down his face, wiping away tears. “Please, just let me explain.” 

You stood, pointing toward your door. “Get out. I have my answers, Matt. I was having a miscarriage and you were off fucking your ex. Now leave.” You said through gritted teeth, trying to hide the hurt in your voice.

Matt stood, walking slowly toward your door. He could hear the teardrops falling off your lashes, catching in the fabric of your shirt and hitting the floor. How did it come to this? All he wanted was to make Hell's Kitchen a safer place. He never wanted to hurt you. He never wanted to make you cry. He loved you. He loved you more than anything. Except he didn't, did he? He chose to be Daredevil. He chose to chip away at Matt Murdock until the only thing left was the man in the mask. He closed your door behind him. He heard you get up and flip the locks into place. Then he heard the sobs.

He slid down your door until his ass hit the floor. He listened to your cries, your struggle to  breathe in-between. His heart shattered when he heard you whisper "I'm sorry" over and over, like this was your fault. That's how he made you feel. He did this to you. With a heave, Matt willed himself away from your door and away from you before he caused you any more pain.

A/N: I'm so sorry.

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@mylifeisactuallyamess

@shakespeareanwannabe

@writeroutoftime

@aleksisok

@afuckingshituniverse

@sofphe

@hellskitchens-whore

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@toomanystoriessolittletime

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#matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil x female reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock smut #daredevil smut #daredevil angst #kat writes

[nancypullen]

MIA

Yep, I've let too many days pass without posting. I've missed the opportunity to crow about how much fun Halloween was, we're already more than a week into November! We did have a grand time though. Trick-or-treating with our little miss in her fun neighborhood ticks all of the boxes on my perfect Halloween check list. I popped on my witch hat and my sweatshirt and had as much fun as the kids.

I'm trying to be better about sharing pictures of myself (ugh!) so that when I'm dead my kids can have something to prove I was here.

Yes indeed, we gave October a fantastic send off and November arrived with chillier weather and even more color in the trees. Absolutely beautiful.

I've been busy filling a big earring order, and keeping appointments. My in-person interview at the library went well ( I thought) but I haven't heard a peep. I can't worry about that. I know I'm qualified and would be helpful and cheerful to the patrons, but I still may not be what they're looking for - who knows? If not there, I'll find something else. I had a follow up appointment after my yearly physical/ lab work because my blood pressure was up. That's really unusual for me, so I had to track it for a month and then bring my monitor in and all that. Turns out I'm normal, I just don't like going to the doctor. I'm really glad that I don't have to take meds. I'm too forgetful for that.

Then, I received a call that my mammogram results were abnormal and showed a "developing asymmetry" in the left breast. Tomorrow I have to go to Easton for a diagnostic mammogram and an ultrasound. I'm 99% sure that it's nothing, probably just normal changes, but for someone who doesn't like going to doctors and/or having procedures, enough already! If this is what getting older is like, I'm not a fan. I told a friend that it's probably a lump of cookie dough that didn't make it all the way to my hips - much ado about nothing.

When I'm not kneading clay and baking earrings, or getting poked and prodded by medical personnel, I'm trying to prepare for the upcoming holidays. I love an October vacation, and Ireland was sublime, but it tends to dump me right at the doorstep of Thanksgiving and Christmas and I'm not ready for either one! I confess to playing some Christmas tunes already, just to get in the mood. I feel like I'm way behind. I've been trying to come up with our card for this year and the creative well is running dry. They just get thrown away by the recipients, why not just pick up a couple boxes of cards at Target? That would be smarter and I could cross it off my list. I know that I'm one of the dinosaurs still sending out holiday cards, but I love getting them in my mailbox and one must give in order to receive, right? So that's my quick check in, and my apology for being tardy with this post. Tomorrow I'll ship those earrings off to Florida and go get my boob smashed again, and then my schedule will be nothing but holiday madness. I'm looking forward to it. It's time to get my jingle on!

The Edgewater gang will come over this weekend and I'll have to make sure that I have a grasp on the grandgirl's list for Santa. I have a toy catalog here that should inspire her. Everyone else is getting socks and a toothbrush. Just kidding, but that sure would be easy. When am I old enough to start doing that? They'll head to Tennessee for Thanksgiving, but will be with us for Christmas. Matt is flying in for Thanksgiving, then in December he jets off to Brugge, Belgium and Amsterdam for the Christmas markets. He'll be here for Christmas week full of stories to share. I can't wait. On that happy note, I'll head of to soak in a bubble bath and then snuggle under the covers with a book. I'm pooped. Until tomorrow, stay safe, stay well...and

You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why

… Santa Claus is comin' to town! 47 days!!! XOXO, Nancy

[cheriematt]

HEYYYY my first time making a sturniolo request :3

could you do a fic or short story where its matt's birthday? HERES THE TWIST: reader is pregnant!! so basically they're celebrating his birthday with a party with nick, chris, matt and reader. they get to the end of the gifts and think that is all.. but reader has one more gift for matt. she trots upstairs to her room and gets a small white box with a pink ribbon tied into a bow around it. she goes back downstairs and sees the boys eagerly waiting. nick nor chris have any idea about this. matt opens the gift but completely misses the picture inside the box (he's to busy reading the card)

nick and chris look and see the picture inside and gasp (like really loud). nick looks at reader with disbelief on his face. chris looks at matt who is done reading the card and tells him to look back inside. matt freezes and blinks, not believing what is in front of his eyes. its a picture of your ultrasound, with your babygirl inside your tummy. reader becomes very worried because matt hasn't spoken yet.

"i.. i'm gonna be a father." he finally speaks. "yeah... and i'm gonna be a mother." reader adds. nick stands from the couch and hugs her so tight she can barely breath. "i'm so proud of you. you're gonna be amazing parents." nick says. chris is still flabbergasted.

"i think we're gonna need another party!!" nick exclaims. reader agrees and texts her friend groupchat with the digital photo and the photo of matt holding the physical photo.

"OMG FINALLY"

"was wondering when it would happen"

"invite me to the wedding"

"ima buy you diapers so you dont have to look at dem prices"

EEE hope you liked it!! kinda went off on a tangent but thatz ok 👹

YESEYSYEYSGESYEHSYGSYESYSY ADDED TO MY NOTES.

#angel replies 🩰

[cepheusgalaxy]

Crhistian (gale?) - crazy evil boss

Receba Purr - cool, girl

Cheshire (Matt?) - trans young woman who loves Alice in Wonderland

Jake Valentine - man, detective

Couple - trans man and trans girl, old-fashioned and victorian-ish, very very queer

Aiden.20 - two pairs of wings. Hears midsound and infrasound. Air species usually are programmed to hear highter tones while water ppl tend to hear midsound and ultrasound. Many eyes. Whumpee. Angel. Basic angel color palette

Ezra.20 - idk, white elve. Partialy deaf (the elves are deaf) hybrid has a hearing thing that he uses as aid sometimes

#these are just ideas for my ocs #my ocs #i hate to write down not to forget #some are just cool names