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letstrip13 · 3 months

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🛍 - dress

reader x chris

summary: when chris sees you in your new dress at a party, things take a turn. based on "dress" by taylor swift

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight use of y/n, use of nicknames (ma, sweetheart), partying, slight intoxication

word count: 2,550

author's note: i'm sorry this took so long but i hope you like it :) i'll start the request for the matt oneshot tonight and it should hopefully be out on monday. keep sending requests, i love getting them ♡

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you honk the horn in your car once again as you wait for your best friend, chris, to come out of his house. seriously, what's taking him so long? he walks out his front door, closing it behind him. he jogs over to your car and opens the door, mumbling, “i'm coming, i'm coming.. fuck's sake, y/n.” he gets into your car and puts his seat belt on as you start driving. “sorry, but you were taking forever.” “my bad, i had to grab my wallet.”

you start driving down the street in the direction that'll get you to the mall the fastest. “so are you gonna buy me something then?” you ask him, teasingly. “hmm maybe,” chris says matching your tone.

you guys arrive at the mall around ten minutes later and you park your car. you both get out and go into the mall. before you can even decide which store you want to go into first, chris takes your hand and starts leading you somewhere. “where are you taking me?” “food court. i'm starving.”

when you get there, he takes you to find a table before getting in a line to order. he comes back a few minutes later with a slice of pizza and a pepsi for each of you. “thank you,” you say before taking a bite. he hums in response between bites of his pizza.

you guys finish up, throwing away your cups, paper plates, and napkins before leaving the food court. he takes your hand and you guys walk in comfortable silence until he realizes that you led him to a clothing store. “what are we doing here?” “i need a new dress for the party tonight.” he groans at just the mere thought of standing outside a fitting room while you try on a bunch of dresses. he can be impatient sometimes and to him, that doesn’t sound like a good time at all. “don't make me go in there. you always take forever.” “i'll be quick, i swear.” he chuckles softly, “we both know you won't be.”

he reaches into his back pocket and takes his wallet out. “take my card, buy whatever you want. i'll do my own thing and i'll meet you back here.” he takes his credit card out of his wallet and holds it out for you to take. you don't accept it right away though. “chris, i was joking earlier.. you don't have to buy me anything.” he firmly but gently forces it into your hand. “i wasn't joking though. go buy your dress.” “thank you,” you say as you give him a quick hug.

you guys go your separate ways, you into that store and chris off to a different one. you spend some time looking through racks with various colours and styles of dresses. you choose a few to try on in the fitting rooms before finally deciding on one to buy. it was perfect and you knew chris would love it. you'd been attracted to him for a while and you had a feeling that he felt the same way. if this dress couldn't get him to make a move, nothing else would tonight. as you're getting in line to pay for your new dress, you can't help but imagine the possibilities of how tonight could go; the way he'd kiss you, the way his hands would feel on your body after taking the dress of and how his- almost as if he knew you were thinking about him, you get a text from chris, asking if you're done yet. you send him a quick text back, “i'm paying now.” you can see that he read it, but doesn't reply. you pay using his card while your dress gets bagged. you take the bag, thanking the cashier before walking out and you see chris waiting outside for you.

“you didn't take as long as i thought you would,” he says as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, starting to walk with you. “shut up,” you reply, lightly pushing his arm off, “i told you that i'd be quick.” he puts his arm around you again as you walk out to the parking lot. you give his credit card back to him before dropping him off at his house, then going to yours to get ready for tonight's party.

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by the time you and your friends arrive at the party, the place is packed, music is blaring, and about half the people have gotten drunk already. your friends went their separate ways, getting drinks or finding other people they know, leaving you alone.

“our secret moments in a crowded room.”

you’re not alone for long though. a pair of arms circle your waist and the sound of a familiar, deep voice fills your ears, “you look really fucking hot in that dress.” you turn to see chris looking down at you with a smirk, one that you had never seen on his face before. “thank you,” you respond.

your favourite song starts to play so you grab chris by the arm. “come dance with me, i love this song,” you say as you pull him towards where everyone else is dancing. he agrees, not that he had much of a choice. the both of you enjoy yourselves, dancing to that song then the next before getting drinks together. throughout the night, you two share a couple of drinks, dance to your favourite songs, and talk in a corner. to anyone else, it would look like two best friends having a good time together, nothing more. but it was so much more than that with the lingering touches, the way he had been smirking at you all night, and the way you had caught him checking out your ass several times. then there was that look in his eyes; he had never looked at you like that before, but every time he looked into yours, a familiar heat stirred between your legs. chris stands up and takes your hand, pulling you to stand up too. “come on, let’s dance to one more song.” you agree to it and let him lead you to wherever he’s going.

“all of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation. my hands are shaking from holding back from you."

instead of facing each other while dancing like you’ve been doing all night, he places his hands on your waist and turns you around. you move your hips to the music while chris presses his chest against your back, matching his hip movements with yours. he moves his hands down to your hips, tightening his grip as he grinds against your ass. the more you dance, the harder chris gets and you can feel it as he continues pressing against you. he presses a few kisses to your neck, his warm breath fans across your skin as he speaks, “you've been driving me fucking crazy with that dress all night.” your jaw drops slightly, not knowing how to respond to that. as soon as the song ends, he grabs your wrist and starts leading you upstairs. “chris, what are you-” he cuts you off by pulling you into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

“say my name and everything just stops.”

“y/n..” chris starts to say, but you cut him off by pressing a kiss to his lips. he runs his tongue across your bottom lip, letting out a small groan as you grant him access by parting your lips. before he can get too carried away, you pull away, teasingly biting his bottom lip as you do so. “is that what you wanted?”

“i don't want you like a best friend.”

“yes, but i wanted to fuck you more. can i?” “yes.” without a moment's hesitation, he smashes his lips against yours, pulling you into a messy, heated makeout. that one word was all he needed to hear to take things all the way with you. he had been wanting this for a while and so had you, it just took a new dress and a little bit of alcohol to get things going. he squeezes your ass, causing you to let out a little whine into the kiss. he pulls away and starts kissing your neck and collarbones, gently sucking at the skin to leave a mark.

“only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

his hands find their way to your back, his fingers toying with the strings that tie up your dress. “i know you wore this just for me, and i know you saw me staring at your ass. were you planning this, sweetheart?” he teasingly whispers in your ear. you were a little shocked to say the least, you didn't think he would've caught on. “i did,” you admit to him, “i've wanted to do this for a while but i didn't know if you wanted it too.” he leaves a few kisses down your neck. “you didn't have to do all that. i wanted to fuck you either way.” he pulls at one of the thin strings, undoing the bow at the back and loosening the dress until it's practically falling off your body. he impatiently tugs it down, leaving it discarded on the bathroom floor. “chris-” “shut up, i paid for it.”

he trails his hands down your body then back up again, stopping to lightly pinch and twist your nipples between his fingers as a small whimper escapes your lips. he moves his hands to your hips. “turn around for me, ma.” you obey and turn, now facing the mirror. chris keeps his hands on your hips and you can see him staring at your ass for what must be the hundredth time tonight.

without warning, he grabs the waistband of your panties and rips them off your body. a surprised gasp leaves your lips as he tosses the destroyed fabric on the bathroom floor. you opened your mouth to say something but it's not like you could stop him from ruining them now, and it was really hot. “such a nice ass,” he mumbles, giving it a light slap. it made you a little nervous that you were now fully bare while chris is still fully dressed. almost as if he read your mind, you hear the sound of a zipper and the movement of fabric.

“spread your legs for me.” you do as he says, watching in the mirror as he slowly strokes his cock a few times. “chris, please,” you whine. “patience, sweetheart.” he presses a quick kiss to your temple as his fingers find their way between your legs, spreading your wet folds apart. “so wet for me already,” he mumbles. he slides one of his fingers into you and you let out a small moan. after a minute, he adds another one to stretch you out. he pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly while soft whimpers and moans fall from your lips.

he pulls his fingers out, replacing them with his cock without so much as a warning. he slams into you with his hands on your hips, causing you to let out a scream. he doesn't waste any time and starts pounding into you. if it weren't for the music playing downstairs, everyone would hear the loud moans coming from both of you. you lean against his chest, shutting your eyes and tilting your head back at the intense pleasure of chris’ cock hitting your g-spot with every rough thrust.

he grabs your jaw and tilts your head back down. “open your eyes and watch in the mirror while i fuck you,” he says, holding your head in place. you do as he says and the view in the mirror is one of the hottest things you've ever seen: chris’ face contorted in pleasure, loud groans escaping his lips as he wraps his free arm around your waist to hold you up. he's still pretty much fully clothed, having only unzipped his jeans and adjusted his boxers. his hand moves from your jaw to wrap around your neck. the light squeeze he gives you is enough to make your walls clench around him. he feels it and makes eye contact with you through the mirror. “you like that? you like watching your best friend fuck you like a slut?”

you open your mouth to tell him you do but all that comes out are loud moans. this only motivates him to fuck you harder as you continue to watch. you feel that familiar knot building up in your stomach. “so- close,” you manage to gasp out between moans.

chris stops but doesn't pull out. “put your leg up on the counter.” you could scream in frustration from the way he stopped just before you could cum, but you trust him and do it anyways, bringing your left leg up to sort of kneel on the counter. he starts thrusting again, going just as hard as before. in this new position, you can feel him going so much deeper, hitting every spot and filling you up perfectly.

he keeps his arm wrapped around your waist while he uses his other hand to hold your thigh, thrusting deep and fast while he groans in your ear. the feeling of him fucking you like that is almost too much. without much warning, you're pushed over the edge; your legs are shaking and you're gripping onto the counter so tightly that your knuckles turn white while screaming out in pleasure. this doesn't slow chris down at all and he keeps fucking you through your high.

“chris- it's too much,” you practically sob. “you can take it, ma. you look so pretty taking my cock like this,” he says softly in your ear. your legs feel like jelly so he has to hold you tighter to keep you up while he uses you to finish himself off. “o-oh fuck-” he groans loudly, shooting his release inside you. you whine from the new feeling of emptiness as he pulls out.

he turns you around and helps you sit on the counter. he puts his dick back in his boxers and zips up his pants. then he looks in one of the cupboards and finds a clean towel which he uses to clean you up, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while he does so.

“let's get you dressed, sweetheart.” he helps you off the counter and picks up your dress, helping you into it and carefully tying up the back for you. he kisses you on the cheek. “do you wanna go back downstairs?” you nod in response but as you guys are walking out of the bathroom, you change your mind. “wait- can we go back to my place and cuddle?” “of course. i'll get an uber.”

he calls an uber before taking you downstairs. while you wait, you tell your friends that you came with that you're leaving early. chris tells matt and nick that he's taking you home. the uber arrives soon after and takes you back to your apartment where you and chris spend the rest of the night cuddling.

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vulnonapixes-dc-corner · 2 months

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Remember when I told you all about the "Damian & Tim bonding fic, where Damian gets turned into a cat?"?

Well, I do.

I have two wips! One for a fic and the other is a small art sketch

"It's OK! You are OK! With me, you are safe!"

Tim hummed, as he gently rubbed the little fluff ball dry, making sure to clean its eyes and ears out in the process.

He had found it in a trashcan on patrol, all alone, shivering and seemingly abandoned.

The teen couldn't get himself to leave it there.

After all, he wasn't that cruel, and Damian would probably break his back again if he found out that he let an innocent animal die.

It meowed weakly, as he used two of his fingers to gently massage its stomach. He couldn't feel any swellings and injuries, so it should be fine. Hopefully.

"Hey, it's alright! We'll get some food into you and then you'll feel better."

The kitten looked too young to stomach solid food, so milk was it.

He knew that cowmilk was bad for cats, but almond milk should be fine, at least till he could get some special cat milk and wet food to ween the little one out.

After making sure that it was warm and comfortable on his couch, he made his way to his kitchen.

The search for some almond milk and a saucer to fill it in took him some minutes and when he returned to his living room, the cat was gone.

Gone was probably a harsh word, considering that he could hear some really pissed off growls from beneath his bookshelf.

It was quite impressive, considering that the animal making those sounds was barley bigger than his hand.

"Poor little baby, this situation must be quite scary for you."

He pushed the makeshift bowl next to the furniture, avoiding the sweep of tiny claws, before he all but collapsed on his couch.

Then he quietly cursed himself.

In the trouble of making sure that the kitty was alright, he had utterly forgotten about his own needs.

"I am such an idiot."

The vigilante forced himself back on his feet, as he glared at the couch.

Who knows what kind of toxins and germs he had gotten onto it now.

"You know, this totally ruins my whole week. I usually deepclean my furniture every Monday. But with all the blood and shit on my suit this can't wait."

He smiled gently towards the kittens direction, who had stopped growing when he started speaking.

"I will take a short shower, before cleaning the couch and taking my meds. Please try to drink a bit of the milk, alright?"

The teen was aware that the cat couldn't understand or answer him, but he wanted it to get comfortable with his voice

Soaking his suit in disinfectant, showering, checking his body for small injuries, going through his skincare routine, throwing his suit into the washing machine, getting a clean suit ready for the next patrol and starting up his textile-deep-cleaning routine took him nearly an hour.

It left him utterly exhausted and wanting to sleep.

But he still had to finish the cleaning, drink that disgusting, nutrien rich smoothie, take his meds and work on that case Duke asked him about.

His eyes wandered to the kittens hiding place and a smile appeared on his lips as he looked at the empty saucer.

"Good work! Eat a lot and grow stronger. "

The tiny head of the kitten popped out and Tim had to stifle his laughter at the animals unimpressed expression.

"Oh, Damian will absolutely adore you."

It meowed as Tim concentrated back on cleaning the couch.

"He is my little brother and he adores animals. I am planning to give you to him when the weekend comes around."

This was the safest course of actions for him and the one thing will guarantee a happy life for it.

The kittens eyes were watching him clean the couch, as he explained every step to it.

" Now we are just going to let the disinfectant soak in and let it dry. I'll take my medicine and then we'll try to get some more food into you! "

It actually came out of its hiding place when he brought out his yellow pill bottle.

Somehow, it looked as if he had offended it, as it meowed loudly at him to get his attention.

"This is just the medicine that I spoke about. I am sick, you know. A year ago, I lost my spleen due to an injury. I had a flare up a few days ago, since Steph decided to drop in unannounced. Its fine now though."

Steph had been hurt and he was the closest, so he was glad that she came to him instead of bleeding out somewhere.

But the fever he got afterwards was not so nice.

The kitty meowed, as it clawed at his leg, what was suprisingly painful.

"Whats the matter?! This hurts, you know?"

Tim picked the small animal up, as it growled angrily at him.

"You know. You kinda remind me of my little brother right now."

It had the same green eyes as him.

"You are even behaving like him right now!"

He smiled as it spitted in his direction, Biting and clawing at his hand.

Getting the hint, he gently placed it back onto the ground, where it quickly went back to his hiding place.

Tim couldn't help himself as he sighted, as he saw the blood running down his hand.

He needed to disinfect and bandage ut up as quickly as possible now.

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"Jason, calm down-, i cant understand what you are saying if you scream like this!"

Damian glared at the teen from bellow his hiding spot, as he placed back and forth in his living room, his elder brothers voice screaming through the speaker of the phone.

It was pathetic.

No Vigilante, especially one that studied under his father, should allow someone to yell at them.

#batman #batfam #batfamily #tim drake #batbros #batsibs #damian wayne #robin #red robin #let them be be brothers please

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penkura · 1 month

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last forever [3/13]

Summary: Zoro only offered to marry you to keep you out of an arranged marriage with a man much older than you. You agreed with the caveat of ending it via annulment once you received word from your parents regarding the original engagement, despite your growing feelings for your close friend.

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!reader, mentioned Sanami later (like epilogue later so chill)

Warnings: Marriage of Convenience, Fake Marriage, referenced sex (waaaaaay later on), mutual pining, Zoro is bad at feelings but what's new there, eventual romance I promise, mention of past attempted assault (I'll warn in that chapter), creepy older dude later on

Note: At time of posting, this is the most recent chapter I have finished. Chapter four will be worked on and hopefully posted tomorrow (4/29), then I will update every Monday, hopefully.

[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2]

Your stress is through the roof, watching Zoro fight against Dracule Mihawk. You're wringing your hands hearing Luffy tell Johnny and Yosaku not to interfere, and it makes you want to jump over and help. You knew this was his plan as soon as name left Johnny's mouth before you all arrived at Baratie, you hadn't gotten the chance to tell him he should wait, and seeing his swords break, the large attack from Mihawk that left him bloodied and Luffy screaming his name now makes you wish you could go back and do that.

"Sis, we need your sewing skills!!"

Johnny and Yosaku brought Zoro onto a small ship manned by Usopp, one you'd probably be taking to go after Nami and bring her and the Merry back.

You're about to jump in and go to them, before remembering the one thing keeping you from doing so.

Damn it, I can't swim!

"You have to bring him over here! You guys know I can't swim!"

"We can't get close enough," Usopp yells and looks between you and Zoro, "He's bleeding really bad!"

Biting your lip, you barely notice Luffy wrapping his arms around you three times before he says your name.

"You're gonna fly!!"

"Wait wha–"

Luffy lifts you up and stretches his arms all the way over, making sure you've touched down on the boat before he lets go, arms snapping back as he tells you to help Zoro. You start getting your supplies ready, your heart pounding in your ears and you barely notice Zoro awake, lifting up Wado Ichimonji and making a promise to Luffy with heavy breaths and tears you've never seen before.

Actually, you've never seen Zoro cry before this day.

"Until I become…the world's greatest swordsman, I swear…I'll never lose again! Got that, King of the Pirates?!"

Hearing Luffy's agreement makes you smile as you stare at Zoro, quickly remembering you have to start stitching him up or he'll bleed to death in this tiny boat. Usopp starts you all in the direction Nami took the Going Merry, while Johnny and Yosaku watch you with tear filled eyes as you stitch up the gash from Mihawk down Zoro's chest, he's nearly fast asleep by the time you finish and cut the thread.

A very quiet word of thanks leaves his mouth before he's asleep, you simply respond telling him not to mention it, rinsing your hands in the sea water. Johnny gives you praise for being able to stitch up such a large wound, Usopp saying you were one of the best he'd ever seen for a makeshift doctor. You hear them, but don't respond, watching Zoro sleep instead. Despite his loss to Mihawk he looks as if he's resting peacefully, and that makes you happy to think about for the time being.

You're quiet as you place a hand on his face, stroking his cheek slightly while telling the others that he'll be alright, before removing your hand from his face.

You'd love to tell him how amazed you are and that you have feelings for him, but now's not the time. Maybe another day, when you aren't chasing down your friend who's stolen your ship and is going off to who knows where, and maybe when Zoro isn't unconscious from nearly bleeding out after taking on a fight he couldn't win (but oh how badly you wanted him to win it).

Right now, you have to focus on Nami.

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How you all have now liberated three towns from Pirates or the threat of Pirates, you aren't sure. Your crew isn't anything like the Pirates your parents had tried to teach you to fear as a child. Luffy was far too kind and really only wanted to be King of the Pirates, but helping Nami came first.

Freeing her home from Arlong and his Fishman Pirates was the main priority of the day, and you were glad to lend a hand. Nami had become your best friend in no time, you had to help her. Even when you were told (ordered really) to stay back by Zoro, you made sure you were ready to help if needed.

And you tried. Tried to pull Zoro away after he'd beaten Hachi and was on the verge of collapse from a fever and his wounds from Mihawk, but he tried to shove you away and tell you he was fine despite the dizzied look he had. Arlong ripping his stitches out caused you to try again, trying to help him, but you were stopped by Johnny and Yosaku pulling you back, telling you not to bother because you'd just die.

Even seeing Luffy swap places with Zoro terrified you that he was going to be even more badly injured, but you were still held back by your old friends through the end of Luffy's fight against Arlong, finally freeing Nami and her hometown.

Your biggest concern afterwards was Zoro, but when you saw him later that day with a drink in hand you knew he was fine. Most of your time at the party was spent with Nami and her sister Nojiko, listening to Usopp tell his stories to the kids, and sharing Sanji's food with Luffy. Every now and then you'd look for and find Zoro, a few times smiling brightly at him when you caught his eye, which made him look away from you immediately.

Sanji, still brand new to the crew, noticed the looks you and Zoro shared that night. You were strange, your relationship with him, whatever it was, was strange to him.

Even stranger, he notices you leave Nami and Nojiko at one point, hurrying over to Zoro and latching onto his arm, making him lean in to hear whatever you had to say. He rolls his eyes while you smile, but doesn't shake you off, letting you move his arm around your shoulders while he has another drink.

You're weird, both of you. The rest of the crew isn't phased at all by the two of you being so buddy-buddy, but Sanji wonders what you two have going on. Are you together? How long have you known each other? Surely you only met when you each joined Luffy, right?

When Zoro leaves you to go look for Luffy, food, or another drink, whatever it is, you seem content to be left alone, until Sanji sees your shoulders drop and you look almost like you're going to cry. Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him, he's not sure.

But if Zoro said or did something to upset you, Sanji was going to make sure the swordsman paid for it.

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The majority of your crew doesn't know of your struggles with nightmares. Normally they take the form of your parents, the man they were going to force you to marry, and being trapped in a loveless life in your home village where most treated their children like property to be sold. Your only solace there being your older brother who was protective over you. Being the one to help you run away, making you swear to never come back and to take his sword to protect yourself after he'd spent the last few years teaching you how to use it.

You were good at keeping those demons to yourself, to not worry anyone. The nightmares had been less lately anyway, you felt safe with everyone around. The six of you on your way to Loguetown, you and Nami snatching up the office area as your room, both turning in late in the night after long talks about numerous things.

Your bad dreams, however, took a new form that night. This time, the dream takes you back to Baratie, back to Zoro's fight against Mihawk, and instead of him waking long enough for his promise to Luffy, you're sitting beside him while he bleeds from the wound and you're unable to move. You can't bring yourself to start stitching him up, and before anything else happens, you've woken up.

While it wasn't as bad as the dreams about your parents, it was enough to shock you awake and into a seated position on your bed. Nami is still fast asleep in her own bed, apparently not having noticed or heard your heavy breathing from the nightmare. You don't know why your nightmares took this turn, you'd much rather deal with seeing your parents in your dreams than seeing your closest friend and ally dying in front of you, even though he was just down the hall and alive.

It's several minutes of tossing and turning before you decide to get up and sneak off to the boys' bunks, turning back to your habit you'd been determined to stop as more crewmates joined, but you can't help it.

The past nightmares have been enough to make you slip into bed with Zoro before, he never fought you over it and let you stay, let you continue when it was just the two of you, but with more friends you worried they'd all get the wrong idea.

And maybe they will, but if Zoro doesn't mind and it helps you sleep, they shouldn't complain or tease you. Hopefully.

Usopp and Luffy are both spread out on the floor, making you have to tiptoe around them to get to Zoro's hammock, not even registering that Sanji's is empty.

You're quiet while you slip in and under the blanket, wrapping your arms around Zoro and making yourself comfortable. You figured he was asleep when you walked in, but his hand moves to grab one of your own, thumb stroking the back of your hand while he waits to hear if you say anything.

You don't, Zoro doesn't mind, he knows you won't tell him the contents of your nightmares anymore, not after the first one. If you're unable to sleep, he's glad to let you join him and keep you safe. He promised he would do so, helping keep your demons away so you could rest.

Unfortunately, your peaceful sleep is interrupted early in the morning by Sanji shouting at Zoro to get off you, like he'd done something wrong when you were the one to climb into his hammock.

"What do you think you're doing to [Y/N]-chan, you moss head?! Get your hands off her!"

A pillow lands on your face, likely aimed for Zoro, but it misses him due to the fact his face is buried in your shoulder while one arm is around you. Normally your face would be red at this, but with Sanji still nearly screeching for Zoro to "unhand" you, all you can think about is crawling in a hole and dying.

Zoro gets fed up and eventually lets you go, taking the pillow that disturbed you both and throwing it back at Sanji with twice the force.

"Shut up already!! You're going to wake the whole damn East blue!"

"I will as soon as you stop violating sweet [Y/N]!"

Yeah you really want to just up and die right now.

"Who's violating her?!"

"You are, you savage!"

"How do I violate my own wife when she's the one that crawled into my bed?!"

Everything goes quiet, you don't want to know what look is on Sanji's face at the moment, but you're grateful for Nami coming in and telling everyone to shut up, even though she's a moment too late. Luffy and Usopp were awake and just watching the scene unfold, until Zoro's statement which makes Usopp's eyes go wide and Luffy laughs. He just knew you two wouldn't be able to keep this secret.

You're so embarrassed that you pull the blanket up over your now definitely bright red face, wishing Zoro and Sanji didn't feel the need to egg each other on and instigate all these petty fights.

When you finally decide to look and see what's going on, Luffy's still laughing, Nami is confused, Zoro's still got a glare set on Sanji, while your chef and Usopp are both looking at the two of you wide eyed, disbelief on their faces before there's one outburst from Sanji.

"Your WHAT?!"

+!+

It feels like an interrogation. You're in the kitchen still in your pajamas with Usopp and Sanji both questioning you and Zoro about your little marriage, Nami and Luffy enjoying breakfast to your side.

Zoro's completely unbothered by the whole thing, answering Sanji's questions with an annoyed look, while you answer Usopp's inquiries with your face still red from the way everyone was woken up that morning.

Eventually, they come to realize you two are only married to prevent the arranged one your parents set up, making Sanji sigh in relief and Usopp is slightly concerned but seems to understand.

“So, one more time,” you just can’t look at Usopp while he relays your situation once again, “You and Zoro got married to prevent you being forced into an arranged marriage, but you’re going to annul?”

You nod, taking glances at Zoro, who continues to glare at Sanji for waking you both too early. All of this was too much first thing in the morning, and you both had decided to keep this little marriage a secret from any new recruits, wanting only Luffy and Nami to know because you’d both slipped up with calling each other husband and wife without thinking about it in front of them.

"And you're just waiting for your parents to say something?"

You nod again at Sanji's question. "It's weird, I know but…I just can't go back there. My older brother told me never to go back, or I'd definitely be forced into that marriage."

"Your parents suck." Luffy nodded, still eating his breakfast when you look over at him with a smile. "But we'll keep you safe! We'll fight anyone that tries to take you from us!"

"No one's forcing you back home," Zoro doesn't look at you, instead moving to leave and start his training for the day despite not having breakfast yet, "I'll make sure of that."

There's something in the way he says it, as you thank everyone, that makes Sanji lean back in his seat and watch Zoro leave. Even with you both stating you were not in love and were going to annul the marriage as soon as you heard from your parents, Sanji swears there's something weird about the way Zoro treats you.

It might just be friendship, but it feels like something more that neither of you are saying. You absolutely could be hiding real feelings for each other, he knows that, the way you two speak to each other and work together seems to say so, but until either of you say anything, Sanji isn't willing to believe this is anything more than a sham marriage.

There's something else, he's noticed in his short time with you all, in the way you look at Zoro, the way you speak to him as well. Zoro's a tough guy, but you speak so gently and kindly to him, it's almost like you really are his wife and want to stay that way. Maybe it's just your dynamic since you two have known each other much longer than the other Straw Hats, but Sanji isn't convinced. You and Usopp break him out of his train of thought by asking for breakfast, which he proceeds to provide you both with a grin, deciding he'll have to ask you another time if you have feelings for the moss head swordsman. If your heart's already taken, he'll gladly leave you be, despite his rivalry with Zoro.

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Falling For the Devil [Part ninety: "The Ring"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Matt takes Foggy with him to finally buy an engagement ring for you.

Or You continually almost stumble onto Matt's hiding places for the ring in the apartment.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut, violence

a/n: One of the updates y'all have been waiting for! It's mostly in Matt's POV but that alternates near the end. Also, this installment means the proposal is now fair game to appear at ANY TIME. Feedback is always appreciated! Also, how am I at NINETY of these now??

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Monday

“Alright, Matt,” Foggy said with a sigh.

Matt heard the way Foggy stepped inside his office and leant up against the doorframe before loosening his tie. The sound of fabric fibers rubbing against each other was sharp and loud as it met Matt’s ears. His head rose up from his work, his fingers pausing on the braille before him as he focused on Foggy in the doorway, sending him a tight smile.

“What is this super secret thing you wanted to do with me after work today that absolutely could not wait for another day?” Foggy asked.

Matt's brows drew together as he reached over, his fingers pushing up the sleeve of his shirtt as he felt for the time on his watch. “It’s already five?” he asked, double-checking for himself.

“Yup, buddy,” Foggy answered, running a hand through his hair. “The day dragged on, but alas, it is finally over. Or, at least, the work day is. Though my day is not, since, you know, you practically begged me to assist you this evening with something that you would tell me nothing about."

Internally Matt disagreed with the sentiment about the day dragging on as he began to gather up the papers scattered along his desk. For him, it felt like the day had flown by. He'd been trying to focus on his work all day today, but truthfully all he could think about was finding the perfect engagement ring later once he'd finished at the office. He had absolutely no clue what the first thing was when it came to picking an engagement ring.

And if Matt was being honest, this was the first time in a long time that he found himself feeling self-conscious about being blind. Because it wasn't like he could see all the different styles and options of rings to find the one he wanted–the perfect one that you'd hopefully wear on your finger for years to come. The one that felt like it fit you . The one you'd say yes to. Admittedly it pained him to ask for help with something so personal and intimate, even if Foggy was like a brother to him. He desperately wished this was something he could do on his own.

"So are you going to tell me what we're doing?" Foggy questioned again. "Is it something to do with Daredevil? Because I'll be honest, buddy, I'm not so sure I want to get involved in anything illegal. I'd like to retain my ability to practice law after all the hard work I put into getting that degree."

Matt laughed lightly, sliding his chair back from his desk. "It's nothing illegal. And it's nothing to do with…that aspect of my life."

"Okay, so then why the cloak and dagger?" Foggy pressed. "If it's not about Daredevil then I don't get what's with–"

Matt's head tilted to the side, his dark brows pinching together the moment he heard Foggy suck in a sharp breath. He abruptly crossed the room, planting both of his hands firmly on Matt's desk.

"Matthew Michael Murdock are you doing what I think you're doing?" Foggy asked, his question hushed and fast.

"I suppose that depends on what you think I'm doing," Matt countered slowly, rising to his feet.

"Are you–" Foggy leaned in closer to him, "– proposing ?"

A grin drew itself onto Matt’s face, one that he couldn’t possibly fight back. Not as the memory of you calling him family from the other day flashed through his mind.

"Well, I need a ring first," he answered.

Foggy’s right hand curled into a fist before he pumped it up and into the air so abruptly that it took Matt by surprise. The loud whoop he emitted next had managed to last a duration of two seconds before Matt had thrown his hand forward, waving it frantically at Foggy and quickly trying to calm him down as panic shot through him.

"Fog, relax," Matt said in a hushed tone, already hearing the clicking of Karen's heels heading towards his office. "I'd like to keep this between us for now so it can remain a surprise."

"Sorry, you just don't know how excited I am right now," Foggy replied in an excited rush. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment, man. I just–"

"What're you so excited about that you're shouting in here without me?" Karen asked, cutting Foggy off. “What moment have you been waiting for?”

Matt could hear the hard swallow from Foggy, noticing the way his friend’s palms had begun to sweat. He was nervous. Which meant Matt probably needed to come up with a fast lie to get Karen off this topic as quick as possible, especially because he was certain that subtle shift in the air was from her gaze curiously dancing back and forth between the pair of them.

“For that new bakery opening up near his apartment,” Matt said, straightening his tie. “He’s been talking about it all week.”

Karen’s eyes narrowed, her head tilting to the side. “He has?” she asked.

Foggy let out a nervous laugh, the sound of which had Matt struggling not to wince. If he kept it up, she’d figure out what was going on in no time. Karen was far too smart and perceptive.

“Suppose it was only to me then,” Matt replied, cutting Fog off before he could speak. “Consider yourself lucky. If I have to hear about bear claws again I might stuff tissues in my ears.”

“Mmm,” Karen hummed out. “Well, I suppose I’m heading home for the night. Unless either of you need anything?”

“No, Karen, we’re just about to head out, too,” Matt said quickly, shooting her a wide smile. “We’ll see you tomorrow morning then.”

“Right,” she replied slowly, dragging the word out.

There was a brief pause before she said goodbye, and then both Matt and Foggy remained absolutely silent until they’d heard the main office door shut and her heels clicking down the hallway. Foggy exhaled an audible breath, rubbing a hand across his forehead.

“Sorry, Matt,” he apologized. “I forgot she was even here for a moment. It's just–you're going to ask your girl to marry you! This is fantastic news!"

“It’s alright,” Matt assured him with a grin. “But can we just keep this between the pair of us? I’m not sure exactly when I’m proposing, but I’d like it to be a surprise for her. So I’d prefer Karen and Marci not finding out ahead of time–especially Marci. We both know she can’t keep a secret.”

Foggy laughed lightly, shaking his head. “No, that she absolutely cannot do,” he agreed. “So do you know where you want to go to look, or–”

“I know exactly where I want to go,” Matt replied, cutting Foggy off as he made his way around his desk. “I just don’t know exactly what to get.”

“Well you’re in luck, buddy,” Foggy told him. “Because I’ve done this before and it resulted in a positive outcome, so I’d like to think that makes me an expert when it comes to engagement ring shopping.”

Matt chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m counting on it, Foggy.”

Matt’s fingers ran over the ring in his hand, his lips pursed as he tried to focus on the feel of it. Bringing Foggy with shopping for an engagement ring had proved helpful, he had to admit, but the final decision ultimately came down to him. And picking out a ring hadn’t been easy so far, either.

Currently he had narrowed his choices down to two, but he was torn between them. One was a yellow gold ring with a solitaire pear-shaped diamond, and the other was a white gold ring with a round solitaire diamond surrounded by a series of smaller ones–apparently called a ‘halo.’ He��d eventually concluded that the ring styles with multitudes of diamonds just didn’t suit you. Because you were not flashy and loud, but rather delicate and understated yourself. He figured he wanted a ring that reflected that, one you’d feel comfortable wearing.

But he was also torn between something he thought you’d like–because the woman helping him had assured Matt that solitaire pear-shaped diamond engagement rings were definitely in right now–or something he thought reflected the relationship you both had. The round solitaire with the halo of diamonds was the one he’d been leaning towards; as tacky as it sounded, the circular shape of the diamond did signify that there was no beginning or end to his love for you, plus it was classic and timeless. And the idea of a halo suited you, after all.

His thumb ran over the pear-shaped diamond again, the tip of it pricking the pad of his finger each time. A frown settled on Matt’s lips.

“What is it?” Foggy asked quietly, leaning in towards him. “You look deep in thought.”

“This one just doesn’t feel right,” Matt murmured, the tip of the diamond sharply catching on his finger again. “In more way than one.”

“Then it’s not the one,” Foggy said simply, plucking it out of Matt’s fingers. "What about the other one? What's that one making you feel?"

Foggy placed the round cut ring into Matt's upturned palm. He could feel the weight of the woman's eyes on him from behind the counter, clearly hoping for a sale. He tried to ignore it as he ran his fingers over the shape of it. Nothing caught his skin uncomfortably as he did, not like the other ring.

For a moment he stood there, feeling the ring in his hand. He imagined it on your finger as he held your hand–the pair of you out at dinner, sitting on the couch together, or after he'd come home from his night out as Daredevil. He imagined running his thumb along it as he called you his fiancé, hearing the way the muscles would shift in your face as you smiled. Gradually a small smile slid onto his lips at the thought, his thumb running over the diamonds again as he imagined feeling it on your finger with a second band, finally being able to call you his wife.

"It feels like it's for her," he whispered to Foggy. "This is the one. This is her ring."

"Yes!" Foggy exclaimed, clapping Matt excitedly on the back. "I think I'm shaking in excitement over here, man! I can't believe this is finally happening!"

Matt's smiling face focused back down on the ring in his hand. "I can," he told him. "Because it was always going to be her for me. Knew it from the moment she first stumbled into Josie's."

"Now you just need to propose," Foggy told him, patting him on the back again.

Nerves swirled in Matt’s stomach at the thought of finally asking you that life altering question. He'd had an idea planned for that moment for quite a long time now and he only hoped you liked it when he did finally ask.

"I just hope she says yes," Matt whispered.

"Of course she will," Foggy said, nudging him with his elbow. "Don't overthink it. She’s crazy in love with you, too. Anyone can see it just by looking at her face, Matt."

Tuesday

You awkwardly unlocked the apartment door while trying not to spill the contents of the takeout bag in your hands. Tonight had been a late night at the office for you, having been busy working on meeting a deadline for Ellison before you left. You'd called Matt at his office earlier, telling him that you'd be the one running late tonight and that you'd grab dinner from the Thai restaurant around the corner before you came home so that he didn’t have to worry about cooking.

Opening the door and stepping inside, you were surprised to be met with silence. Confusion washing over you, you wondered if maybe something had happened in Hell’s Kitchen and Matt had gone out early. As you took your shoes off, placing them under the bench and out of the way so no one would trip on them, you noticed the doors to the closet where Matt kept the trunk of his father's things and his Daredevil suit was partially ajar.

Brows knitting together, you made your way down the entryway hall towards it. If Matt had gone out, he'd have fully shut the doors after getting dressed. It seemed odd he'd have been in that much of a hurry to forget that.

Though when you neared the closet, you spotted one of his red gloves lying on the floor just behind one of the chairs. Frowning, you stepped over towards it and bent down to pick it up–which was when you finally found Matt.

Dressed in a black-tee shirt and gray sweatpants, his large body was curled up on the leather couch under the plush blanket you'd replaced his plaid one with. He was fast asleep, looking absolutely peaceful, but your heart nearly melted when you spotted Mittens' dark gray body curled into a tight ball against Matt’s chest. Nestled in between Matt's muscular arms, the cat looked even smaller than usual.

A smile gradually made its way onto your lips as you watched the pair of them for a moment. They both looked comfortable and content sleeping as they cuddled up together. Despite Matt’s attempts to tell you he wasn't a cat person–or a pet person of any sort–you'd noticed how often he was usually talking to or playing with the cat. Often when he passed by Mittens laying in his cat tree that you’d recently gotten him, Matt would always stop to pet him. It was such a common occurrence that even Mittens expected it, usually raising his head and softly mewing at Matt whenever he neared.

Glancing down at the glove in your hand, you figured Mittens must have gotten into Matt’s trunk while he was asleep. You knew some nights Matt came home exhausted and didn't fully shut and lock the trunk after himself. Mittens must have opened the closet with his little paws and somehow pushed the lid open. Though how the cat had somehow managed to pull his glove out from under that false bottom was an absolute mystery to you.

Quietly you crossed the living room, making your way over towards the kitchen table to set down the bag of takeout. When you turned, intending to put away Matt's glove, you spotted him groggily sitting up awake on the couch.

"Hey, Matty," you said, making your way back across the living room. "I just got home. I grabbed dinner–it's on the table. I'm just picking up quick if you want to get started on dinner."

"Picking up?" he asked drowsily. “Picking up what?”

His head was tracking your movements across the apartment, his expression switching from drowsy to alert suddenly.

"Yeah, it looks like Mittens got into your trunk again," you told him. "Pulled out a glove. I was just going to–"

"I got it," he said in a rush.

You hadn't even had a chance to open your mouth to respond before Matt was at your side, removing the glove from your hand. He sent you a tense smile before he gestured his head towards the kitchen.

"You had a long day," he continued. "Why don't you go start on dinner? I can put this away."

You stood there confused, blinking at him and his odd behavior for a moment. After a few seconds, when he urged you a second time to go get some food, you finally nodded and turned. Heading back towards the kitchen to get everything plated for dinner, you briefly wondered what that had been about.

Wednesday

"Uncle Matt! Uncle Matt!"

The sound of his name ringing out so enthusiastically in the apartment by your now almost four year old nephew easily put the biggest smile onto Matt’s face. He'd barely managed to exit the entryway hall after taking his shoes off before he heard Hudson racing across the apartment. The boy nearly knocked him over when he threw his arms around Matt’s leg, clinging to him in an excited hug.

"Hey, Huds," Matt said with a warm chuckle. "Your aunt told me you might still be here when I got home and I was hoping she was right. I missed you, buddy."

Matt reached his hand down, affectionately ruffling the boy's hair. Hudson giggled, releasing Matt’s leg only long enough to grab onto his hand instead. Matt could hear the way your smile grew from your place on the couch in the living room, watching as Hudson began to drag him into the room further. His heart swelled–he loved you and your family, even if he could still feel Amber occasionally giving him the side-eye when she was around.

“Huds, why don’t we let Matt have a minute to relax?” you suggested. “He just got in the door from work, bud. He might want to get changed.”

Hudson didn’t remotely let up his hold at your suggestion, continuing to drag Matt around the couch. His little hand had a surprisingly strong grip for a toddler.

Matt shook his head at you, the smile still spread wide over his face. “That’s alright, sweetheart,” he assured you. “I don’t mind at all.”

“I finally got to meet Mittens, Uncle Matt!” Hudson exclaimed, finally dragging Matt to a stop beside the coffee table–though he didn’t relinquish his hold on Matt’s hand. “Hes so soft and cute! And he really liked my dinosaurs!”

“He did?” Matt asked curiously, head tilting to the side.

“Yeah!” Hudson replied. “Momma got me some new ones. Mittens was running around playing with them. It was silly, wasn’t it, auntie?”

Matt heard the way you pushed yourself up from the couch, his attention curiously shifting towards you.

“Yeah, he definitely was having a blast with them,” you agreed, lowering down to your knees before the couch. “And I think he might’ve knocked a couple under here, actually. Ahh, yeah, here they are.”

“There was another one over there,” Hudson said.

Matt’s heart sped up in his chest when he noticed Hudson was pointing near the other side of the apartment. A sharp spike of adrenaline shot through him because he’d moved your engagement ring from the trunk with his suit to behind the radiator after you almost found it last night when he’d been napping on the couch.

“Where’d it go again?” you asked. “Behind the radiator?”

Matt heard the way the air shifted as Hudson nodded his head. The moment he heard you making your way over there he panicked. If you looked back there you’d surely see the ring box he’d tried to hide and he didn’t want to propose to you right here and now, not like this. He had something more planned for that.

“You know what?” Matt said quickly, shooting you a nervous smile as he began walking swiftly towards the radiator. “I can grab it. Don’t worry about it.”

He heard the way you paused, one of your brows raising onto your forehead. He could practically hear you thinking about how weird he was being right now.

“You’ve had a tough week at the office,” Matt continued, turning and heading over towards the radiator while you were still hesitating. “Just enjoy the time with Hudson.”

“I mean it’s…not that hard to grab something from behind there, Matt,” you said slowly.

His mouth went dry when he heard the strange tone to your voice. Like you thought he was acting off.

Because admittedly he was.

“Exactly!” he exclaimed.

He shot you a smile over his shoulder as he bent down, sticking his hand behind the radiator. Your eyes were watching him so carefully that he could feel your stare as his fingers brushed over the velvet box. Still smiling at you, he deftly managed to grab both the box and the little dinosaur, pocketing the box discreetly into his suit pocket as he held up the dinosaur in his other hand.

“Found it!” he called out, palms sweating.

Thursday

Stacking your clean bras in the top drawer of the dresser, you overheard the apartment door opening and closing. You smiled to yourself as you made your way back to the bed, grabbing a stack of your clean socks next. You’d loved living with Matt, adjusting a little faster than you’d anticipated despite some of the small mishaps the pair of you had had over the past couple weeks.

Glancing up as you headed back to your dresser drawer, you caught sight of Mittens. He’d followed you into the bedroom a bit ago when you’d brought in the load of clean laundry and began to sort through it. He’d long since fallen asleep in his little hammock by the window when you’d started folding the laundry, but the sound of Matt shuffling through the living room had caused him to stir awake. His green eyes were blinking tired and slow, focused on the bedroom door as if he expected Matt to step through.

And sure enough, as you were closing the drawer of the dresser, you felt a pair of hands slip around your waist. The smile on your mouth only grew wider when he leaned over your shoulder, planting a kiss to your cheek.

“Missed you today, sweetheart,” Matt murmured.

“I missed you, too,” you said, turning in his arms. “But we did talk on the phone through part of lunch today, if you remember.”

He hummed in response, nodding his head. “Ahh yes, how could I forget? Katy had some very detailed things to tell you about her date the other night even though she knew you were on the phone with me.”

“Yeah,” you said with a laugh. “She has no shame, that one.”

“Mmm, no, but I’m glad she’s fixated on someone else’s cake for now,” Matt said.

“Ahh yes,” you replied, making your way back towards the bed when Matt released you from his hold. “I’ve heard her talk about that a little too much today, actually. Though she did still say yours is superior, so do not fret, Matt.”

You giggled at the sound of Matt’s groan as you picked up his stack of boxers. Turning, you made your way back towards the dresser, though you noticed the way Matt tensed. Before you could even reach out and open the drawer, Matt had tossed an arm out in front of you, blocking you from the dresser. Taken by surprise, you stopped abruptly and pulled a face.

“What’re you doing?” you asked him.

“I should ask you that as well,” Matt quickly shot back.

You glanced down at the stack of freshly laundered black boxers in your hands. Slowly your attention shifted back up to Matt. One of your brows rose up onto your forehead, your eyes narrowing suspiciously at him.

“Putting away your clean laundry,” you replied. “Obviously.”

Matt’s hands flew forward, taking you yet again by surprise when he grabbed the stack from your hands. The smile on his face looked forced, which only had your eyes narrowing further.

“How about I finish putting away my laundry and you can start the oven?” he asked. “I’ll finish taking care of dinner once I get changed.”

Your eyes gradually slid down towards the dresser, noticing how Matt was now blocking it more fully with his body. Which was…odd.

“Is there something in there you don’t want me to see?” you asked him curiously. “Because I–”

“No!” Matt replied quickly, his smile growing even wider as he shook his head. “No, not at all,” he added, his voice an octave higher than usual. “I just want you to–”

“Relax?” you cut in. “Yeah, you’ve been saying that all week. It’s getting kind of weird, actually.”

“Well you’ve just been so stressed at the Bulletin and dealing with me home most of the week,” Matt told you. “I figured since I’m here I can try to give you some breaks, right? So why don’t you start the oven and relax your pretty little self on the couch with one of your shows, sweetheart. Let me finish this.”

For a moment you stood there, eyeing Matt suspiciously. He was up to something, that much was obvious. But what remained a mystery to you.

Figuring it had something to do with Daredevil, you sighed and nodded before heading out of the bedroom.

Sunday

Matt could hear the tension in Foggy’s muscles as he slid the living room window open. From his place on the fire escape, Matt could still hear Marci in their bathroom presumably washing the makeup off of her face.

"What the hell are you doing here, Matt?" Foggy hissed through the opening. "You know you can stop by dressed in normal clothes using the front door, right? Not popping up on the fire escape dressed like that ."

Foggy dramatically waved his hand, gesturing at Matt’s Daredevil suit. Matt sighed before holding up the box in his hand, hearing the way Foggy gasped the moment he noticed it.

"Wait, are you proposing to her?" Foggy asked in shock. "Oh buddy, please tell me you're not doing it in the suit. Because as much as I'm sure you think she might enjoy it, I don't think she'd actually want you–"

"Fog, stop," Matt said, waving his hand at him. "Of course I'm not proposing to her in the suit. I'm not proposing tonight, I just came to ask you a huge favor."

He heard the way Foggy’s eyes narrowed, his head tilting curiously to the side. In the other room, Marci was still thankfully washing her face.

"What sort of favor are we talking about?" he asked slowly.

"Can you keep this here?" Matt practically begged, holding the box with the ring in it higher. "Preferably somewhere Marci can't find it and spoil the surprise? Because I have been going insane this week, Fog. Every time I hide it somewhere I think she'd never go–the radiator, next to my suit in the trunk, my damn shoes–she keeps almost finding it. And Fog, buddy, I can't take the anxiety anymore. I swear she must already think something is going on."

"Okay, yeah, sure," Foggy replied, accepting the box Matt practically shoved at him. "I can keep it safe here until you need it."

"Oh thank God," Matt said with a relieved sigh. "You have no idea how grateful I am. I owe you one."

"Think you owe me more than one, Matt," Foggy countered.

Matt sent Foggy a sheepish smile. He was about to respond when he heard the faucet turn off in the bathroom.

"Marci is about done, I got to go," Matt said in a rush. "Hide that somewhere good, please. But…don't forget where, either."

As Matt turned and hopped over the fire escape railing, he caught Foggy’s promise to safeguard his ring, considering it his first duty as Best Man. The comment had Matt grinning as he continued to make his way down the side of the building.

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