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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 2 years

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An Unlicensed Therapist (A Steven Grant One-Shot)

Description: Your life was simply too good to be true - a bunch of the best friends on the planet, a job in one of the best attorney offices in Manhattan, and a nice guy you were seeing. But one day, your best friend Carly suddenly decides to get married to her boyfriend of five years... And that was when you felt like your life was crumbling apart.

Prompt: You are the maid of honor at your best friend's wedding, but you are single and sad about having to attend solo. Stressed and grumpy on the long flight there, you have a few too many drinks and pass out, drooling, on the shoulder of your seatmate. When you arrive at the destination, you are mortified to discover that your handsome seatmate is the best man.

A/N: Yes, I am mentioning the Jen Walters (She-Hulk (2022)) and it's because I really love her character (Tatiana is slaying!). Also, don't worry, Marc will be present. This is more of a bridge to get me back into writing because I feel like I've been slacking in this department in the last few months and I'm not really having fun with the series I'm writing for atm and I was relentlessly dragged into the MK fandom by my one and only, @missdictatorme. This is for you baby.

Pairing: None, really but Steven Grant x fem!reader, I suppose?

Word count: 5.1 K

Warnings: Well, the reader getting drunk and pouty, Marc coming off a bit of an angsty bitch at first, me hoping I didn't screw it up, break up and besties cheering each other up.

The plane around you was fucking crowded. More than that. According to the plan Carly had sent you via e-mail, your seat was located in the very front of the craft. As you walked through the small row between the seats, bumping into other passengers either with your bag or ass, you could feel the sadness and anxiety spiking in your chest. How did you even get into this mess of a situation? Well, to understand it, you had to travel back in time. Not for much, just two weeks' worth of it.

Two weeks ago:

To be honest, you were fucking tired. It was only Monday and were barely standing on your feet with how fucking tired you were. With big trouble, you barely slipped out of your high heels as you hung your keychain on the stand, balancing your cold coffee in your other palm. Taking a long breath, you finally stood in the small hall of your dark apartment, stretching your neck. It felt like you hadn't found a moment to simply catch a breath, sit down, and relax in the last few weeks, whether it was the weekend or labor day. Truth be told, the situation was pretty tense in the attorney's office you working at - you and all the other concipients were working harder than a pocket watch, trying to help all of your attorneys out. Even the lawyers themselves were pretty much clueless when it came to this particular case. Well, clueless wasn't the right word to use, but they were somewhat hesitant to propose any specific steps. This was something that rarely happened at Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzberg & Holliway, GLK/H, or GLK&H for short.

So yeah. Your work life was pretty stressful at that time. With a long breath, you decided to sit down at the dinner table while going through the post you were carrying from downstairs - without a second thought, you swung your feet onto the chair next to you, pouring yourself a big glass of wine while looking at all of the envelopes. There were a few interesting ones that caught your attention - one of which was your mother sending you a postcard from New Mexico (where she was vacating at the time), a few leaflets from your favorite boutiques across Manhattan (where you shopped when you wanted to look fancy for a work occasion or a formal one) and the last one was a small, pink envelope with a few hearts drawn all over it. Looking at the name of the sender, you realized it was your absolute best friend Carly who was sending you a letter. Not knowing why she did so (when she could literally pick up her phone and send you a text or call you), you picked a small knife and carefully opened it up... Realizing it was a wedding invitation.

For quite a bit, you stood still with the envelope in your palm and knife in the other, reading through it again and again, trying to understand if she was just fucking with you or was being serious. Your brain wasn't catching up, it seemed so. Sure, she and Kevin were an amazing couple (one of the sweetest you knew and one of which you introduced, in fact), but they never even spoke of proposing to one another - and suddenly, you were asked to be the maid of honor. Not too long after that, you were dancing your victory dance while dressed in your silky robe, a towel wrapped around your wet hair, a coal facial mask smudged all over your face, and Carly on the phone with you, explaining to you that this entire Hawaii wedding was a sudden, spontaneous idea.

Soon after, you got into all of the preparations, and let me emphasize that it wasn't exactly the most fun thing in the world - to make everything in your life work while simultaneously trying to create the perfect wedding. But honestly, you'd do anything for her. Now, on top of your very fucking stressful job, there was a whole wedding you helped to organize with the help of her mom and sister Aggie. At moments, you were thanking all the gods that you were specifically trained for chaos specifically (GLK&H was nothing more than chaos), otherwise, you wouldn't be able to compute the amount of information you needed to remember. While you were the one helping Carly with anything she asked you for, from making sure that everything will be prepared on time and according to her expectations, you were simultaneously helping her with picking the dress, the bouquet, the make-up, and... How did you manage not to get insane was beyond you.

At least you got some great help in the guest department and the bachelor and bachelorette parties - Kevin gave you his best man's number (to your surprise, the number was reserved for London) and let you two figure it out as a team. You never called each other, you never had a FaceTime or anything... You only sent each other texts and lengthy e-mails. The mysterious Steven, as the man introduced himself to you, was nice enough to check every e-mail you were about to send to the guests, the resort, or other agencies you were in contact with, and on top of that, he was making sure that there was everything in order. He honestly made everything so much easier for you. And voila, two weeks later, you had it all set in stone and sorted out - everything on your list was checked, and there was nothing left to do. Everything was to be absolutely perfect for the newlyweds... Shame the extended weekend wasn't about to be perfect for you.

The whole time you were pouring your heart into the preparations, you were sure that this guy you were seeing, Lucas, was about to be your date - sure, you weren't living with each other, but you were seeing one another on an almost daily basis and used to do all sorts of things together, sleepovers included. For the longest time, he presented himself as the prince charming you always hoped to meet one day. Lucas was very attentive and loved to spoil you; he stopped by the office on your lunch breaks just to bring you a coffee or lunch (and to tell you that he can't wait to hold you in his arms later that evening), he took you out and seemingly enjoyed doing even the most boring activities with you. Naturally, you assumed that prince charming was coming along. Who wouldn’t be up for a short vacay in Hawaii? It was a fucking dream coming true. Yet, just before you were about to drive off to the airport, he walked up to you, looked you in the eyes, and put his palm on your shoulder... And broke up with you. Imagine it. You were standing there with your mouth open, dressed in very tight cycling shorts and an oversized, ugly Hawaiian shirt (which you borrowed from Kevin) with an enormous straw hat on top of your head while this dreamy, almost too-good-to-be-true guy is holding your shoulder in his palm, telling you that it would never have worked anyway. That he was bored. That he had met someone else the other day. And that he fell for her, saying that he’s so sorry for not going with you to the wedding.

Well, you thought to yourself, fuck me, fuck him, and fuck this. You were in deep fucking trouble (not really, but you loved being dramatic). With your head held high, like the fighter you were, and your cheeks wet from tears, you drove yourself to the airport, telling yourself that you’ll make it the best wedding in the world nonetheless. Your ma didn't raise no quitter. You didn’t need a stupid man by your side to feel happy. You’ll just order enough margaritas to make yourself forget his face and if you’d be lucky enough and the known wedding superstition will come true, you’ll have the best man bending you over by this time tomorrow. In Hawaii.

Let’s say that this didn’t go as planned either; half an hour later, after going through the control of your luggage and ticket, you were sitting in the middle of the airport with an over-sized iced chocolate latté that had too much sugar in it with your headphones deep inside your ears, listening to Diana Ross and Jen’s voice on the phone. It was early Friday morning and you couldn’t call Carly to cry about what kind of son of a whore Lucas was (since it was literally her wedding weekend), Nikki wasn’t picking up and Jen was the only one who was most likely already up and getting ready for yet another day in the GLK&H. She was also one of the nicest and calmest people you’ve ever come across; you weren’t exactly besties, but you surely could call one another a friend.

Her phone was laying on her table as she put on her make-up, leaning into her mirror - so you could perfectly see each swoosh of her mascara and brush along with her forcing her double chin out just to make you giggle (since she quite literally didn’t have one). “Listen to me, Y/N.” - The woman said in a firm voice, putting her lipstick on while doing so. - “You are one of the most persistent, strongest, and stubborn people I’ve ever met. Like seriously, the office would fall apart in flames if there wasn’t for you and Nikki being our damn concipients. And I mean that. Like, without your constant hard work, information research, and cheering up, we’d be nothing - a hot pile of trash. You’re the driving force of GLK&H and don’t make some idiot make you feel otherwise, yeah?” - With that, she jolted, picked her phone up, and walked over to her closet.

“Yeah.” - You whined in a high-pitched voice, holding back the sob as you tried to dry the tears off your face. Your mascara was running all over your cheeks and the expression on your face was resembling a small child's who was throwing a tantrum, but Jen’s words made you genuinely feel better. So, you managed to crack a small, almost pathetic smile for her. “There is my tigress! Hello, I've missed you, sugar!” - She cheered, her voice filled with support. - “So, tell me now, will there be any handsome men that might take over Lucas’ spot, even for the weekend? You know how weddings go."

"Jen!" - You exclaimed with shock, laughing at what she had just said. This made her chuckle as well. - "I don't really know. It's gonna be a really small wedding, you know, just family and closest friends. And most of them seemed to be coupled anyway." "Then what about that Steven guy? He never mentioned he'd be having a date and from what you've told me, he made your life so much easier... And from the e-mails you've shown me that were sent by him, the guy really knows his grammar and is very polite. That's a promising start?" - Jen guessed, shrugging her shoulders as she pulled out a red turtleneck. She looked like a bombshell with that piece of clothing. - "You know what? Don't say anything, it'll be a surprise. What you gonna do on board the plane is that you'll order as much alcohol as you can. And trust me, girl, you'll have 10 hours to accomplish exactly that."

That happened two hours ago. Now, you were walking to your seat with your handbag, still dressed in that oversized monstrosity and very tight shorts while slowly moving forward, waiting for all the passengers in front of you to find their seats or to simply sit down. Most of the attendees were flying over by the next flight, but you needed to arrive sooner to make sure everything will be prepared for them, taking all of the weight off Carly's shoulders. After fifteen minutes of awkwardly standing around, you finally managed to walk to the front of the economy class, looking right at your seat - the problem was, there was a guy napping there already. Looking around nervously, you bit your bottom lip before bending over to him and shaking his shoulder nervously.

To be frank, the stranger was very handsome from what you could see. His black wavy hair was styled messily, there was a visible stubble on his cheeks contrasting the soft, rosy lips. The features of his face were giving you some kind of Spanish teacher on high school vibes - you liked the curve of his nose and his dark brown, sleepy eyes as he tried to wake up. "I'm really sorry but I'm dying to get on my seat, sit down and let my legs rest. I was waiting in that line for a long time." - You explained quickly, pointing to the seat next to the window. The man turned his head around with confusion, looking at the seat and you before picking himself up in hurry. - "Sorry, miss. I've been dying to catch a bit of sleep, I'm on the plane since yesterday evening."

If you'd be in a better mindset, you'd immediately notice the thick British accent that you had just let slip past your radars altogether. You couldn't be bothered, to be honest, trying not to cry all the fucking time. Plus, the man was nice enough to apologize to you so there wasn't anything strange about it. "Off to Hawaii too, hm? What for?" - You asked while letting him help you with your luggage, slipping past him to sit down in your corner.

"My best mate's wedding. He finally decided to hit it off with a girl he's been seeing for the longest time, good for him." - The gentleman answered immediately, offering you his right palm to shake hands. He was holding your bag in the compartment with his left hand still. This piece of information would tell even the biggest idiot that the man standing right in front of you, the handsome gentleman, was the mysterious Steven you've been exchanging e-mails with for the past couple of weeks. But, apparently, your brain decided to take a vacay as well, leaving you and your stupid ass on your own. - "Name's Steven, in case I could be of any help. Could be useful since we'll be sitting next to each for the next ten hours." "Totes." - You agreeded, shaking his palm. - "Name's Y/N. In case I could be of any help."

As soon as you both sat back down, Steven dozed off right after he fastened himself, knowing well he won't be up to even listen to the instructions. As he told you, he took off early Thursday morning just to get to the USA and to Hawaii from there - plus Marc was being a pain in the ass for the past few days, borrowing the body during the night again. So, because you were listening for both of you and your sleeping companion, you were paying extra attention, practicing all the moves the crazy nice flying attendant was showing to you - while knowing that in the next three hours, you'll be either dead asleep or drunk beyond socially acceptable. As soon as she reached the two of you, asking what you'll be drinking, you told her that you'll have a double margarita. "And what can I get for the gentleman?" - She asked you, assuming that you two are most likely traveling together. Not that you'd be complaining though. "Oh, he'll have a double shot of vodka. You know, poor guy, flying gets him all railed up. Just look at him." - And to make the situation even more comical, Steven snored loudly and flapped his mouth. The woman gave you a funny look but didn't ask further questions since alcohol was all-inclusive in economy class. As soon she put the glasses in front of you, you took a deep breath and looked at them.

"What is that awful smell?" - Steven mumbled sleepily, opening his eyes just to see you clinking the margarita glass and shot. - "Dear Lord, lady. You'll feel sick, you know that right?" "I know, yea." - You answered with a resolute nod, kicking the entire shot inside your mouth while trying not to puke. Fuck, that was some good vodka right there, burning your throat as you gulped it. Giggling, you covered your mouth and let out a long breath, shaking the feeling off. What you didn't notice was that the man was watching you intently, furrowing upon seeing your eyes getting starry.

"You're not feeling alright, are you, mate?" - He whispered quietly as the first sob left your body, making your shrug your shoulders as you tried to keep it in. Then, with tears running down your cheeks, you turned your face to him and shook your head. This time, the man carefully put his palm on your shoulders, all the empathy showing on his face. - "Wanna talk about it, love?" While being the typical gentleman Steve usually was, he brought all hell broke loose upon him, which was a fact he realized much, much later. At first, your rambling was coherent enough for him to understand that a guy broke up with you just before you took off to Hawaii (which also explained the empty seat between the two of you), which Steve deemed an absolute dick move. Sometime between your third and fourth shot of vodka, you started to cry about your job (he only understood that you were working as a concipient) and at the seventh one, you were barely making any sense. Steve was humming, patting your shoulder, answering "Of course, yeah" or "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, love" whenever he seemed fit.

Four hours into the flight, he really couldn't understand a single fucking word from your heartbroken, drunken, and crying speech. So he continued on with patting your shoulder, looking aside with boredom on his face. You were going on and on and on. 'I don't wanna interrupt your train of thoughts, pal, since even you thinking about spinach is more interesting than whatever she is going off about...' Marc's voice popped inside Steven's head suddenly while the other man was staring at Steven through the spoon laying on the small table, making Steven jump on the seat a bit as he suddenly woke up from a slight trance, looking around with confusion. It could be heard that Marc thinks you're simply yet another crazy airplane lady he had heard so much about and wasn't taking you too seriously. Your eyes were piercing through the profile of his face, clearly trying to figure out which of the four Stevens is the real one, waiting for something. 'But I think that Little Miss Sunshine over here just asked you something.' "Could come again, love? I got lost in my thoughts." - Steven asked nonchalantly, giving you a small, warm smile. "I asked you if you think I'm pretty?" - You repeated the best you could, leaning your elbows into the armrests between you. The man rose his eyebrows in surprise, clearly being caught off guard by that question. At first, the answer seemed to be a very long 'Ermmmm...' as Steven thought about what could be the answer for a drunk lady.

The man looked in your face with literal puppy eyes, nervously fidgeting his fingers around, holding onto his trousers. Pretty? If you were pretty? You were gorgeous, to be frank. Even in his dizzy, sleepy state, back when Steven introduced himself to you, he was able to catch your pretty smile as you shook his palm. Back then, your hair was tidily framing your face as you tried to hold yourself high, trying to make up for all the pain and sadness inside. And now that you were drunk, you were not only gorgeous but adorable as well - he liked your face all warmed up from the alcohol and your eyes shining as you stared at him as if he was the most handsome man you've ever seen... Which sort of hurt because he realized that you were just drunk out of your mind. Trust me, Steven very much realized you're an absolute angel and if he had the balls to go for it, he'd tell you that you caught his eye immediately... The problem was that Steven was being a Steven and a red alarm was going off inside his head.

'What should I do? What should I do? What on Earth should I say, Marc?' - Steven yelled on the inside while looking into your face with his eyes popped a bit and his mouth open. 'First things first, you need to calm down, pal. Drunk women are one of the most dangerous beings on this planet because one wrong word can make them burst into tears. And this girl has clearly been through enough already.' - Marc assumed based on the raccoon eyes you were rocking, trying to keep Steven cool as he was about to guide him through this minefield. - 'What happened to her, by the way? I was taking a nap and woke up when we had a drunk girl sitting next to us.' 'Her bloke broke up with her just before she got on the flight.' 'Oh, wow. I take everything back. That's a dick move. It makes a lot of sense now.' - Marc mumbled apologetically even though you couldn't hear him. He felt like a dick himself, calling you crazy and all that. With that, he looked an intent look on you. - 'What do you think?' 'That she's gorgeous and before you manage to oppose, mate, it's not because she's paying me attention, thank you very much. I wish you would see before she got bladdered, her smile was so... Adorable.' - Steven answered, finally closing his mouth as he gave you a warm smile. Damn, he knew you won't remember any of this by the time you'd be getting off the flight, but he was keen on giving you the answer you deserved - especially after what happened to you.

'Steven, that would be a low fucking blow - telling you that you like a girl just because she's paying you attention. Geez, you really think of me that low, huh? We both know that you're a handsome man, come on now. Alright, alright, listen up - here's the game plan.' - Marc opposed heatedly and Steven could literally feel him rolling his eyes. He'd definitely tell that to Steven if Grant wouldn't call him out first. "Y/N, love." - The man answered after a long with, catching your palm in his to make sure he has your full attention. - "Let me start by saying that your beauty doesn't depend on one twat's opinion and you shouldn't let the break-up mess with your mind, alright? But if you'd like a more sincere answer, I think you're an absolute killer and in my opinion, you're stunning. So, what you're gonna do for me, love, is that you'll pick your pretty chin up and make sure you'd make the guy jealous if he was here with you, alright? Could you do that for me?"

At first, the muscles in your face contracted a bit before a huge smile broke out on your face... And it was so contagious that it made Steven smile back at you. - 'Good job. See? Wasn't that hard, was it? Now ask her if you can take a nap because I can feel how drowsy and tired you feel, Steven. We don't want you fainting, do we?' "I'm going to nap for a bit and I'll listen to some music. Would you want to share the headphones?" - Steven asked quietly, holding back a long yawn. Bloody hell, he was really sleepy. And so, with a grateful smile, you let Steven slip into the empty seat next to you, took one of the headphones, and closed your eyes as well, falling asleep while listening to some calm indie and pop music.

Well, let's just say that wasn't the story a few hours later - six to be exact, as a big thud made you wake up. As expected, you didn't remember the better portion of the night. Holy fucking mother of God, you thought to yourself, moaning as you caught your temple. You needed a Coke, a glass of water, and some painkiller asap. For some random reason, you had a headphone in your left ear, listening to Cavetown. You were only able to identify the band because you, Carly, Nikki, and Jen sometimes put them on during your road trips. As you clicked your tongue, you realized that the spot under your lips if drenched - realizing it was your own saliva. Oh, God. Oh no. What if Steven was already up and saw what happened? Oh shit, that would be embarrassing. You might've planned on asking him for dinner if he'd have the time after his wedding plans. And shit only got worse as you opened your eyes, realizing you're laying on someone's shoulder. Your heart was racing so fast that you started to sweat as if you smelling like an opened bottle of vodka wasn't fucking enough. Horrifiedly, you looked above just to see Steven's sharp jaw and black locks. He himself was, thankfully, still asleep - his temple was leaned into the seat's headrest, his lips opened wide. Holy fucking mother of God, you repeated while ripping the headphone out and standing up, sneaking around the sleeping man to disappear as quickly as you could.

As you walked down the stairs, you put chewing gum into your mouth and covered your eyes with sunglasses, putting the enormous straw hat back onto your head. Good, you thought to yourself as you let a deep breath out, good. You got dumped yesterday and you beslobbered all over that really handsome and very nice guy who was listening to your fucking bullshit. Great. At least it was a stranger who we won't ever see again. Thank fucking God, I wouldn't be able to look into his damn eyes again. Walking down the stair and into the hall, you could almost immediately see Carly and Kevin standing in the welcoming crowd, holding two huge handmade signs - one has your name all over it, beautified with hearts, clouds, and stars (which was clearly done by Carly herself) and the second one spelled 'Steven Grant' - the mysterious Steven, you thought. The greeting was amazing - all three of you laughed happily, Carly showing you her engagement ring as you two happily jumped around, performing the victory dance you were known for around the office. Sure, Kevin pointed out that you smelled like a fucking pub, but as soon as you told them what happened (since Carly naturally asked about Lucas), they both nodded and promised you that this will be the best weekend to get over him. They even mouthed that Steven would totally be all over you as soon as he'll meet you - He is a total innocent sweetheart on the outside, Carly whispered, but you know what they say - it's always the quiet ones. Try spending time with him, I think you two will click.

Turning your head around, you saw Steven the Gentleman, as you decided to dub him, walking in your general direction - your face got sweaty as you turned away from him, trying to disappear into the crowd, praying that this guy had never even seen Kevin. But he was coming closer and closer. And when he stopped right in front of Kevin to shake his mate's hand and hug him with laughter (kissing Carly's cheeks right after, congratulating both of them), you knew you were fucked. And not just fucked. You were about to die from embarrassment - you wanted to dig your own grave and let Carly bury you six feet under; you knew well that she shares the sense for drama, so she'd be on board for sure. At least he took the shirt off, not making you feel even worse. If Kevin would ask why is he wet for... Oooof, you'd faint. You'd start crying and run off, proclaiming that your social life is absolutely non-existent. But as soon as Kevin brought Steven's attention to you, you managed to draw out a very awkward smile while offering him your palm, pretending you've never met this dude ever in your life.

"I'm Y/N, you know, that girl you were correcting the e-mail after. If that would be of any help." - You said quietly, your face heating up once more as you tried to stay calm. The man could feel your palm shaking and sweating, but he didn't note it as the gentleman he was. When he woke up with your saliva all over his shoulder and you nowhere to be seen, he wasn't upset or anything like that. If anything, this thing you deemed embarrassing proved to him that the entire flight was totally real - that it wasn't just his dream. You were real. "Oh, totes." - Steven smiled, rephrasing what you said before getting hammered - this caught your attention and made you smile a bit more genuine. - "Name's Steven, in case I could be of any help."

"Steven, when did you start saying totes, dude? Never heard you say that." "Oh, I met this really sweet lady yesterday. She was very nice." - Steven answered with the sweetest smile, making you smile as well. But, in any case, you were determined not to hang out around Steven too much so he wouldn't think you're even more coo-coo than he already must've been thinking.

Well, let's say... That didn't go according to the plan either, did it?

#steven grant x fem!reader #marc spector x fem!reader #the moon knight baby #i did it #mom are you proud #and honestly it was so much fun #i hope the MK community won't strangle me to death because I hope i got the characters at least somewhat right #steven comes across as an innoncent 24/7 confused poor soul to me #and marc can come across a bit strong to me at first #until he gets to know someone better #ALSO JEN WALTERS CAMEO BE LIKE HELLO #I LOVE HER #mcu imagine #mcu fanfic #based on the portrayal of moon knight (2022) as seen in the series #oof i'm nervous #moon knight x fem!reader

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science-hoes · 2 years

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LMAO I correctly headcanoned YEARS AGO that Bruce lives on the beach

#love this for me #bruce banner #marvel #avengers #hulk #the incredible hulk #she hulk #tony stark #bruce banner x reader #she hulk spoilers #jennifer walters #jen walters

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Weddings, Crushes, and Confessions

Jennifer Walters x Reader

At a wedding, you get seated next to an old friend that you definitely had a crush on in high school

Note: Yay for my first Jen fic! I’m like obsessed with her and I got this idea watching the most recent episode. There are no spoilers at all though. I’m opening my requests for Jen too if y’all want to send me any! I hope you enjoy it!

Jennifer Walters Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You really didn’t want to come to this wedding. You were dreading the crowd, the people you haven’t seen since high school, and the annoying questions about your life. And of course, every one of these things has already happened before you even get to your table at the reception.

While scanning for your name on the assigned seats list, you come across a familiar one that you haven’t seen in years. Jennifer Walters. You thought it was her in the wedding, but you couldn’t be sure.

But it just so happens that you’re placed at the same table as Jen. You walk over a little nervous to see the girl you once knew.

“Hey Jen,” you say as you pull out a chair to sit at the table. The woman looks up and shock is evident on her face.

“Y/n? Oh wow, I haven’t seen you since graduation, right?” Jen asks.

“That’s right,” you say with a polite smile.

“I didn’t figure you’d kept up with Lulu,” Jen says.

“Believe me, I didn’t. But she still invited me and I thought why not go and get asked a million questions about my life,” you say dryly. Jen laughs and you relish in the sound.

“Oh my god, okay so did she ask you if you’re seeing someone and then basically make you feel like a ticking time bomb?” Jen leans across the table and asks you.

“She did. She also asked me what my feelings were on the Twilight movies,” you say. You both laugh and somehow Jen ends up even closer to you.

She’s close enough you can feel her warmth and you remember the times back in high school when you could feel yourself falling for her. But you never told her. You didn’t think she was into you, so you didn’t want to ruin the friendship.

“So, what have you been up to?” Jen asks you. You fill her in on the years of your life since school and she hangs onto every word.

“What about you?” You ask her.

“For real you don’t- do you not know?” She raises a brow.

“I’ll admit I do know about the hulking out thing. And I do have many questions. But I’m more curious as to what Jen is up to. How’s JW doing?” You ask her.

She grins at the old nickname you had given her back in high school. She was on the debate team and you always cheered her on saying ‘JW always gets that W.’ It made her smile and that’s what you remember the most.

“JW is doing well. I have a really great job and the She-Hulk thing is pretty cool,” Jen says.

“I’m glad to hear that. I always knew you’d be successful.”

“Thank you, y/n,” she says sweetly. A silence lingers before she speaks again, “Hey, do you remember that time in high school we went to that party and had to hide outside all night when the cops showed up?”

“Of course, yeah. It was so cold that we had to cuddle for warmth,” you reply.

“Yeah, that was actually one of my favorite moments of our friendship,” Jen says.

“Really?”

“Really. I enjoyed being that close to you,” she says. Your heart races in your chest. Is it possible she felt the same way back then?

“I enjoyed it too, Jen. Can I confess something?”

“I’m all ears.”

“I kind of sort of had a major crush on you back then,” you admit.

If her jaw could’ve dropped to the ground like in a cartoon, then it would’ve. Jen is completely shocked at your words.

“Shit, I maybe shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry I’ve had a little bit to drink and-“ you start to ramble and try to stand up, but her hand on your arm stops you.

“I had no idea, y/n. I was so caught up in me and worried about my future that I didn’t see what was right in front of me. But when you sat down next to me tonight I just felt a comfortableness settle in my chest,” Jen explains.

“I have to say it does feel nice to finally admit this to you. I mean you’re absolutely breathtaking, so it’s intimidating. But I’m glad I finally said it.”

“I’m- I’m breathtaking? Have you seen yourself, y/n? God, you’re so beautiful I can hardly think with you sitting this close to me,” Jen says, heat creeping up her neck at her confession.

You lean closer to her and her hand comes to rest against your cheek.

Jen takes a deep breath, her eyes darting from yours to your lips before she speaks again.

“I think I want- is it- ah okay, can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please,” you barely utter before her lips are colliding with yours.

She’s not as tentative of a kisser as you thought she’d be, but instead she takes charge of the kiss easily. She feels perfect against you as her hand finds it’s way to the back of your neck as yours circles her hip.

The song changes in the background as an air horn blows and you and Jen break apart.

“I’m really glad we ran into each other again,” Jen says with a smile.

“Me too. Do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes, please,” Jen matches your earlier sentiment.

You take her hand and leave the venue together. The crush you have was finally fruitful and all you can think about is how lucky you are to get a chance with a woman as amazing as Jen.

Maybe coming to this wedding was worth it after all.

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farfromstrange · 10 months

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just read ‘long distance’ and i was wondering if you could serve pain? jen walters was mentioned and reader exists, that means angst and maybe cheating (or even a hint of it?) please??? i love your fluff and smut pieces. also the angst (but i dont dwell too much since self harming is better left in the past for me) but i really like how you deliver pain. i hope this gets chosen and written, but no pressure ofc. thank you and may the spirit of creativity live within you.

Hi, nonnie! I'm sorry you had to wait so long. I wasn't sure if you wanted a part 2 or an entirely new fic, so I kind of used part of what I already mentioned in Long Distance and continued in this fic. I didn't do full-on cheating, but it's still angst, and well... there is no comfort. I hope you like it!

Burn | Matt Murdock x Reader

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt comes home after his work trip and tells you something that changes your life forever.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of Smut, cheating

Word Count: 2.7k

You’re not sure what happened.

Matt spent a few weeks in Los Angeles to work on a case that would bring in some money. You didn’t mind; he does it sometimes. Since he, Foggy, and Karen opened the doors of their law firm again, work trips between the three have become more frequent. They’re making money now, and you would always support it.

You have also never been insecure about your relationship with him before. You and Matt have been together for years, even before the Blip, and you held onto each other when all of your friends disappeared. You thought you were happy. His job is going well; you are happy and don’t have to live paycheck by paycheck anymore. At least you thought so.

While he was away, you talked over the phone regularly. He always seemed so relieved to hear your voice. You often talked for hours, and you texted him sweet nothings during the day. He told you he appreciated it.

Every other night, you would retreat to your bedroom and he would guide you to orgasm after orgasm with the sound of his voice, and you would do the same. The toy he got you before he left for LA came in handy more than once since you could be connected over the distance now and still somehow control each other’s pleasure.

When he texted you he would be home earlier than expected, you were so excited, you took the day off, put on your best lingerie, and cooked dinner. You thought he would be happy to be with you again; he told you how much he missed you. He compared it very dramatically to a lack of air and that you were his oxygen, and you remember laughing at him. You have never loved a man as much as you love Matt Murdock, so it is only natural for you to get excited, right?

You talked about marriage before, maybe even kids. You planned a future together. Deep down, you’ve been waiting for him to pop the question. Foggy is an idiot and he let something slip one day, and ever since you have been vigilant. You thought that he might finally ask you after coming home from his trip.

You thought. That seemed to be the common denominator. You always just believe and hope for the best; in the end, things don’t turn out how you want them to.

You’re really not sure what happened, but something did happen because when Matt opens the door, he’s not even smiling at you.

“Welcome back!” you greet him with the brightest smile you can offer. Maybe he’s just tired.

But you know him and you know the difference between exhaustion and guilt; the man before you may be tired, but he is also struggling with the shame he inflicted upon himself, and it is not his duty as Daredevil this time.

He drops his bag by the door. You lean in for a kiss. “How was your flight?” you ask.

You’re in denial. Something happened, but you don’t want to ruin it. You don’t want to ruin this. You keep telling yourself it’s going to be okay, but you just don’t know what happened to get you here–

He evades your lips, simply hugging you briefly before answering, “Good.”

Your body trembles. “Matt.”

“What?”

“What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean, what’s wrong?” he retorts. He moves to the kitchen and grabs himself a bottle of beer. “I’m just tired.”

You frown. “Is that why you can’t even look at me?” you ask.

“Don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart–” the usually so endearing nickname sounds so bitter now. “You know I can’t see,” he says.

“You know what I mean.” You cross your arms. “Something isn’t right.”

His expression is serious, and it sends a wave of unease crashing over you. You try to push away the worry that gnaws at your insides, but it's hard to ignore the change in his demeanor.

He avoids your gaze, his eyes flickering around the room as if searching for something, or perhaps, avoiding something. Silence hangs heavy in the air, stretching the seconds into eternity.

That’s when you know that something happened, and it affects you because if it didn’t, he wouldn’t be so distant toward you. You taught him to always be open with you about his struggles, and he has managed to learn how to voice his needs, so it confuses you when he does neither and treats you more like a stranger than his girlfriend.

There was only one time in your relationship he acted this way and that was the day Elektra stepped back into his life, and with it, yours.

Your stomach churns. The hope you had built up crumbles, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. “What happened?” you urge again.

He leans against the kitchen counter, turning his head away from you. Tears are glistening in his eyes behind his red glasses.

“Matthew, please,” you beg. “Talk to me. Tell me!”

The room feels heavy with tension. His shoulders slump, and for a moment, it seems like he's about to break, to let the words spill forth. But just as quickly, he straightens his posture and averts his gaze.

"I can't," he whispers. "I can't tell you."

You step forward, but he shies away as if being close to you is somehow toxic. It breaks your heart. He looks disgusted, and you wonder if it's because of you. Maybe you used the wrong body wash, but that would elicit a different reaction. You didn't do anything differently today, you're simply excited, that's all there is, but as you look at him, he seems to be the exact opposite. Stoic, empty, cold...

“We've always been honest with each other, Matt," you say, still walking up to him even as he recoils. "I cooked dinner for you, took a shower, got dressed... and now you won't even fucking try and look at me. You've been gone for weeks! Please, just... I deserve to know what's going on." You reach for him, but this time, he moves away wholly.

The distance between you becomes a void that you could easily slip in and drown. His body language is a storm, causing the waves to crash into the shore and choke up with their cruel claws.

His grip tightens around the neck of the beer bottle, his knuckles turning white. You can see the faintest scars; you know he brought his suit with him, you just didn't think he would actually use it. "You deserve better," he says, more to himself than to you. There is the guilt you have been waiting for, but it still affects you because he is talking about you.

Your heart skips a beat. You have had this conversation many times in the past. "Better?" you ask. "Matt, what are you talking about? I don't want better, I want you." You laugh in disbelief, but he doesn't even smile. He's not trying to hide how much pain he is from the weight of his guilt, and it makes you scared for what's about to come.

His gaze flickers toward you, and his eyes reflect myriad emotions—sadness, regret, and something else you can't quite place. "You shouldn't want me," he loathes himself, “Not after... not after everything."

"What?" You place a hand on his arm, forcing him to turn to you. "I love you," you say.

He shakes his head. He never shakes his head when you tell him you love him. It's like he's telling you the opposite, that you shouldn't love him or that he doesn't feel the same for you anymore; the feelings swirling in your chest are confusing, and you just don't understand. Your mind races, trying to connect the dots, desperate to make sense of his cryptic words.

His grip on the bottle loosens, and he takes a shaky breath. "I- I fucked up."

Your heart sinks. The pain you had sensed, the distance between you, it all falls into place. The parallel between his behavior now and back when Elektra almost tore you apart. The pieces of the puzzle form a picture you never wanted to see find their way together.

"Did you... cheat on me?" you ask, the words catching in your throat. The mere thought feels like a knife twisting in your chest, but you don't cry, you simply stare at him, waiting for any kind of reaction.

It's the thought you loathe the most, but you seem to hit the nail right on the head.

Matt's silence is confirmation enough. "Oh God," you breathe.

“It was just a kiss,” he whispers.

“A– you kissed someone else?”

“Yeah.”

“Walters?”

He takes a shaky sip of his drink.

“Oh, my God, Matthew!” The cork to your heart pops and you start bleeding out, it seems. “What?” you ask. “Please, tell me you’re just messing with me. Please!” You want to get on your knees and pray to God that he’s lying, but he’s so quiet and his face is so stern, you can’t help but believe him.

The one thing he promised you he would never do, he did. And that is something you once told him that if he ever did it, you wouldn’t be able to forgive him.

The foundation of trust you had built with Matt feels shattered, and you struggle to comprehend how he could break his promise to you. Emotions swirl within you, colliding with one another, leaving you feeling lost and vulnerable.

He grabs your hand suddenly when you try to put some distance between you to sort your thoughts, his glasses now discarded, and he looks past you with so much pain in his eyes, you can feel your own tears near. He whispers your name.

“No,” you say. “I can’t–”

“Please, listen to me. I can explain,” Matt says. “I can–”

“You can’t! You promised… I– wasn’t I good enough for you? What happened, Matthew? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing! You did nothing wrong, sweetheart. Please, it was a stupid mistake.”

“A mistake?”

He tugs at your arm again. When you don’t seem to budge, he sinks to his knees. Your throat tightens, your heart shattering on the floor next to him. He has torn it out with his bare hands, squeezed it too hard and now you’re nothing more than an empty shell, your very essence broken on the living room floor.

“Please,” he begs. His hands rest on your hips and his unfocused eyes try to search for yours.

The fact he only now thinks he has to fight for you instead of coming clear right away makes you angry, not just sad. You turned your back and that’s what prompted him to fight, even though he should have tried so much sooner.

You loved him with all you had, and a foolish part of you still does, but hearing the words coming out of his mouth that he betrayed your trust in such a cruel way tears down the walls you have been seeing through rose-colored glasses and cut your love for him into pieces with a sharp dagger.

Your best friend once told you that you should be careful, Matt would do anything to survive. Yet, you stayed around through the sleepless nights and the heartache. You worried about him every day and every night he went out as Daredevil to cleanse the streets, and you stitched him up without knowing what you were doing. You held him as he cried, offered him your endless support, and then some more, anything just to be loved by him, but he treated you so well. He gave you everything you needed, showed you a love no one has before and he was so dedicated, you felt at home with him. You trusted him with your life. You owe him your life, and yet, after everything you have been through together, one work trip to another State is all it takes for him to throw away years of history and kiss someone else? And Jennifer Walters, no less?

You never thought you had to be worried about anyone catching Matt’s attention. You had been so confident before, but now? Now you just feel useless, imperfect, and like a damn fool.

“Matt,” you whimper.

He holds on even tighter. “Can we talk about this?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You look up, but the tears are flowing freely now.

“I’m sorry. Please, I don’t want to lose you. I love you so fucking much, baby. Please! I can’t live without you. Don’t leave me. I can make it up to you, I promise, just… give me another chance.”

“Yeah?” It pains you to tear his hands from your body, but you have to. “If you didn’t want to lose me,” you say, “you should have thought about it before you decided to kiss someone else.”

He says your name, begging you once again to just stay. Talk this through. Stay. He is like a serpent in your ear, and you want nothing more than to give in, but when you reflect on your time together, you don’t know if you should even think about giving in.

Matt has been obsessed with justice from the start. He chose it over you more than once, and it took you many nights and many fights for you to get him to stay even for a night or two to be with you, the person he claimed to love most of all. And now you are supposed to stay after he did what he did? It may be stupid to react this way if it was just a kiss, but he never once said it was accidental, and that means he has thought about cheating on you. He kissed someone else, someone who isn’t you, and he set your heart on fire the same way he has set your life together alight.

Maybe he kissed her because she’s like him–maybe he kissed Jennifer Walters because she understands, and he has often accused you of not understanding. Maybe in her, he has found someone who won’t keep him from New York City just for one date night. Maybe in her, he has found someone who doesn’t break down crying when he comes home late because she thinks he died in a fight with a criminal. And maybe in her, he has found the woman he actually wants to marry.

Marry. The word makes you choke up.

As if he read your thoughts, he crawls toward you and stops you from walking away. He digs his fingers further into your hips, retrieving a small box from his pants, and God, do you want to punch him right now.

You were right about the proposal, but he was planning to propose and still kissed someone else, and that is a betrayal on a whole new level.

“The audacity,” you whisper to yourself.

Tears are streaming down his face and he looks as if he thinks pulling out a ring after telling you he made out (no, kissed) with Jennifer Walters in Los Angeles is going to fix everything.

“Please,” he begs, “I only want you. I wanted to ask you–”

“No,” you cut him off. “Don’t you fucking dare, Matthew!” You pull away. “This is… I’ve been waiting for you to do this for so long, but you… what the fuck? No! Especially not now!” Your body Wracks with a sob. “I need time, and I can’t do this right now. Kissing Walters is one thing, but telling me you bought a ring for me and still kissed someone else? It hurts,” you say.

It hurts too fucking much, you can’t breathe. He was your oxygen too, in a way, but he has cut off the supply and now you are dying a slow and agonizing death.

“I’m so sorry.” His arms drop to his sides in defeat, but he remains on his knees. “I never meant to hurt you,” Matt cries, “I promise! I just… I made a mistake.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

“I–“

“I’m sorry for falling in love with you. That was my mistake.”

Ouch. Now you have taken his heart, pulled it out and shattered it with one twist of your wrist. But he deserves it.

Matt listens to the sound of your hasty movements as you pack some clothes. He listens to your tears, your sobs, and the shaking of your muscles as you shudder. He listens and stays right there on the floor, his head lowered as God’s judgment comes upon him.

And within minutes, your heartbeat leaves his ears and you are gone.

You left him, and he deserves every last ounce of pain it inflicts on him.

He’s an Icarus who has flown too close to the sun, and you deserve better than him.

It wasn’t Jennifer who brought him back to life, it was you and it will always be you, but he screwed that up, too, and he has to live with it now. Without you.

The ring box slips from his hands and then, he allows himself to break down.

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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the morning after

pairing: jennifer walters x reader

a/n: the iron man thing was completely self-indulgent as you can see by my username lol

summary: the date you had last night with jen left you wanting more—hopefully, she does too.

You stared at the ceiling fan slowly spinning as you tried to remember last night's events.

Scratch that, you do remember every single thing, but it was so surreal you weren't sure it wasn't just a figment of your imagination. You still can't even believe that you matched with the She-Hulk.

As soon as you saw her profile, you swiped right at the speed of lightning, although you knew there was a less than ten percent chance of her matching with you.

So when the Matcher notification pinged hours later showing you that you had a match, no other than her, you panicked. It never really subsided until you were across the table from her in a fancy restaurant, all your worries about not being able to handle a freaking conversation disappearing every minute that passes, every banter that was exchanged. And just like that, you find yourself in her bed, still stark naked under the covers from last night's rather...eventful happenings.

The first time you heard her laugh—you knew you had to see her again after this. (The first one wasn't even finished and your mind was already on the next one, oh boy, were you whipped.)

She was surprised when she caught a glimpse of your lock screen, being Iron Man's ass. She showed you hers, being Captain America's. You were slightly worried that this will cause some disagreements considering the whole Sokovia Accords stuff, but Jen laughed it off and said that “It's like we're meant to be!” with such enthusiasm.

The drive after dinner seemed like a blur because as soon as you got out of her car, she carried you bridal style all the way to her room.

The rest was history.

You heard a noise coming from outside, making it your cue to leave the bed. It took you a while to find your own clothes on the floor. As you went out, you see Jen (automatically assuming it was her) sitting on the couch eating breakfast. The sight and the smell of food made your stomach grumble rather loudly, capturing the attention of the woman.

“Uh. Hi?”

Jen chuckled at the visible confusion and the abashed look on your face. “Good morning. Here,” she gestured towards the table. “I made breakfast.”

You took hesitant steps closer to her. You're uncharacteristically nervous and it shows. It was a good kind of nervous, though.

“You weren't so shy last night,” she remarked as she took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, flustering you even more.

“You aren't so...tall,” you retorted, earning a mocking hurt look from her, a hand pressed against her chest.

You didn't know where that came from.

“Hey, that's mean. We're pretty much the same height now, you know.” She mused, stuffing more pancakes in her mouth. “Is that a downgrade?”

“What? No. It's...you're perfect.”

Jen stilled, taken by surprise. She was scared that this might turn out like that last date that she had, the man practically bailing out as soon as he saw her outside her Hulk form.

Though her dating life wasn't exactly all giggles and butterflies, her date with you was easily the best among each that she had through the dating app, probably even her whole life. She made a mental note to treat Nikki to lunch sometime.

Jen really likes you and wants to know you better, so before she could have her hopes up, she asks. “Are you talking about me being just Jen, or are you referring to me as She-Hulk?”

“Both. Both are perfect,” you answered, turning to her. “I've gone on a date with you as She-Hulk...I've spent less than an hour with you as Jen, and…I would really like to go on a date with regular old Jen, too. That is if you want to…”

She set down her glass and pounced at you, trapping you between her and the couch's armrest. Jen's gaze flickers between your eyes and lips as she slowly leans in. Her lips moved against yours gently, unhurriedly, it was almost innocent. She could taste the maple syrup on your lips, smiling at how sweet you tasted. Soon the kiss grew passionate, Jen quite literally taking your breath away. She pulled back with a smile on her features, the little dimples on her cheeks easily making you swoon.

“I'll take that as a yes.”

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mackeydoodledoo · 3 months

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Lucky

Pairing: Jennifer Walters x (Fem!) Reader

Summary: After Jennifer gets fired from the LA Law Firm, all she wants to do is hide from everyone. However, when she gets summoned to a family dinner she turns to her best friend: Nikki to accompany her. But, after she gets turned away, she turns to one of her other closest friends.

Warnings: Awkward budding romance, swearing, implied catcalling, Semi-NSFW

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Text messages, +++/Italic Words = Flashback

Theme: Lucky - Jason Mraz/Colbie Caillat

A/n: Okay this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile...

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*Jen’s POV* “Oh no!” You groan

“What? You get fired again?” Nikki asks

You shoot your head up to your best friend.

“Sorry...” She sighs

“Family Dinner right after I get fired,” You groan, “Please come with me...”

“I can’t, I have a date,” Nikki turns down the offer

“I will never forgive you for this...” Jen groans

“Oh don’t lose hope, maybe you should invite y/n,” Nikki suggests

“Y/n Y/l/n?” She asks, “We haven’t even spoken to each other since college graduation and since she got that one job overseas...”

“Actually, I saw her at Legal Ease a couple weeks ago,” She says, “We talked and apparently she’s found a job here. I’m sure she’d love to see you again. Whether it’s to attend your family commotion or just spend time with you.”

After Nikki leaves to go on her supposed date, You sit on your couch as you debates whether to go at it solo or bring someone.

“Jen?” A voice calls over the phone

“Hey Y/n,” You let out a breathy chuckle, “Been awhile but umm... Listen... I got fired from my job because-”

“Because you were forced to use your new powers to protect the jury?” She asks, “Saw the news... Sorry about that Jen, so what is it you need?”

“I need someone to accompany me to my family’s dinner tonight...” You tense

Silence rolls over as you wait for Y/n’s response.

“Okay, are you picking me up or?...” She finally answers

“Oh thank god!...” You breathe, “I’ll come get you in about... 30 minutes?... Is that enough time?”

“Perfect,” She says

*Y/n’s POV* You give Jen the address to your place as you throw on a light jacket.

Hey, I’m here.

Cool, I’ll be down in a minute.

You walk down the stairs as you brush some of your hair aside as you walk up to Jennifer’s car.

“Hey Y/n,” She greets you with a half smile

“Hey yourself Jen,” You smile, buckling yourself in, “You’ve been doing okay?”

“No,” She sighs, beginning to drive, “I need to bring something over...”

“We can stop by the bakery up the street here,” You suggest, “See if there’s anything?”

Jen nods at your suggestion and parallel parks along the street. You were the one stepping out of the car first. You went around to the front of the car as you wait for Jen to meet you. However, you look over and see a car dashing by at the last second.

“Jen!” You grab her by the wrist

You yank her into you as the car simply rushes by.

“Ass,” You grumble, watching the car continue its way

You look down at Jen, still seemingly in shock from the whole ordeal.

“You okay?” You ask, brushing a strand of her curly hair back

She nods. Instead of letting her go, the both of you stay in each others’ embrace.

“Thanks,” Jen clears her throat, stepping to the side

The both of you walk into the bakery.

“Ahh a young couple!” The baker announces to no one but the two of you

You look to Jen and then down to your unknowingly interlaced fingers. However, neither of you questioned it as you walk up to the other side of the glass.

“What pie do you have out right now?” You ask

“A cherry pie just came out of the oven,” He says, “I’ll go grab it and pack it up.”

He leaves the both of you by your lonesome.

“So... Other than lawyer and she-hulk things, what else have you been up to?” You ask, trying to break the silence

“Nothing that would excite you,” Jen sighs, “There hasn’t been much since college.”

“Just hanging around with you already excites me enough,” You blurt

“What?” She asks

“What?” You ask back

Did I just say that out loud?

“Only one cherry pie?” The baker comes back

“Yep,” You clear your throat, “How much?”

“It’s on the house today ladies,” He smiles, handing you the boxed pie

“Thanks,” You smile, beginning to follow Jen out of the bakery

You place the pie in your lap as Jen continues driving to her family estate.

“So your entire family knows you’re a hulk right?” you ask

“Yeah why?” She asks

“Just wondering,” You say, “Normally the typical superhero has a secret identity and would often put them in danger...”

“It’s quite difficult to not announce it since your cousin is also a hulk,” Jen says

“That’s true,” You say, “Isn’t it difficult to keep control of? Since, Bruce had to take a long time to learn to cope with his hulk.”

+*+

The both of you stand awkwardly at her parents’ door. However, smiles swipe across their face as they see you.

“Oh, Y/n, so glad you’re able to join us tonight!” Her mother immediately hugs you

“Oh well, it was nice of Jen to invite me,” You sigh awkwardly

They help you and Jen with the pie and settle the two of you in the open seats at the table.

“I’ve been promoted to manager at the Best Buy!” Chet announces

Your eyes drift to Jen, her eyes dropping towards her plate. Everyone cheering him. Your hand drifts to Jen’s leg under the table and give her thigh a gentle squeeze. Instinctively she places her hand over yours.

“What have you been up to Y/n?” Jen’s mother asks

“Huh?” You ask, your eyes darting into her direction

“Have you’ve been up to anything?” She repeats her question

“Uhm... I recently opened a gallery downtown,” You chuckle nervously

You hear small cheers and back pats...

“We’ll have to come see it, how long is it there for?” She asks

“Awhile,” You say, “Don’t worry there’ll be many opportunities for you guys to go.”

+*+

After the dinner party, the two of you sit in Jen’s car, silence rolling in.

“Do you want to... Come over to my place for a drink?” Jen asks

“Sure,” You reply

You follow Jen up to her apartment.

“Sorry about the mess,” She says, opening the door, “Last minute decision to invite someone who isn’t Nikki over.”

“Ahh Nikki,” You say, “Hey, why couldn’t she go with you?”

“Claimed she had a date,” Jen sighs, falling into her couch

You take a seat next to her and place the wine glass on the nearly crowded coffee table.

“Sucks,” You sigh

“It just occurred to me, did you ever date?” Jen asks

“Only liked one person in the entirety of ever,” You say

“Wow, how did that work out?” She asks

“Her ambition to get her degree was the only thing on her mind,” You sigh, taking a swig of wine, “And yet, Never have I ever left her side, supporting her through it and through everything she went through.”

Jen sits next to you, oddly attempting to figure out why on what she was saying sounded familiar to her.

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“Jen, do you ever think about finding a certain someone to settle down with?” You ask

“Why would I need to?” She asks, her eyes glued to her laptop screen, “Being a lawyer is full time, I don’t have time to look for someone... Besides, dating a lawyer doesn’t sound like the adventure of a lifetime.”

“It’s not about the profession, it’s how you decide to spend time with that person,” You say

“Also, Lawyers make a decent amount if you know what I mean,” Nikki winks

“Nikk, it’s also not about how much money people make,” You groan in annoyance, “It mostly matters how much both parties are willing to give to the other.”

“Believe me I wouldn’t be giving too much effort,” Jen sighs

“I beg to differ,” You say, hoping only loud enough for you to hear

However, your eyes say it all: I’m in love with you Jennifer Walters... You crushed on her since you first met her in the dining hall after she stupidly didn’t have her wallet that moment in time. The only other person who seemed to notice was Nikki.

+*+

Jen’s POV You and Nikki were in your shared apartment, working on classwork .

“God I cannot focus,” You groan in frustration, rubbing your eyes

“Why don’t you take a break?” Nikki asks, “I’m sure Y/n is up for something.”

“Y/n? Why her in particular?” You ask

“Because I decided to last minute do this assignment,” Nikki lies, “Plus, if you didn’t hear me before, I'm sure Y/n is up for something. Especially when it comes to you.”

“What do you mean by ‘especially when it comes to you’, bit?” You ask

“Nothing in particular,” Nikki says, “Now go hit her up.”

Hey... Y/n?

Yeah?

You free? Nikki is forcing me to ask you if you wanted to grab food or something.

Don’t you have an important paper due tomorrow night?

Yes but like I said, Nikki is making me take a break. But, I never like being too far away from my laptop...

Tell you what, I’ll bring my stuff over, bring food over and we all chill and do work together?

Aren’t you working on some kind of art project though?

We don’t have to take the same classes just for us to come together. You do know that right?

That’s true...

Okay, I’ll be over with food soon.

Y/n’s POV Although the idea of having alone time with Jen was way more enticing than getting together like the usual, you didn’t want her to force herself away from her studies. Even if Nikki suggested it/forced Jen to take a break, you were going to get to see her either way.

+*+

You were in your college apartment, working on a project until you hear your phone go off.

Hey I need your help with something...

If it’s anything lawyer stuff, I don't know how much of help I can be.

Opposite, Nikki and I went out to Legal Ease and there are these two guys eyes us down and Nikki seems super out of it... Can you come save us?

Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.

You throw on a light jacket and grab your keys as you rush out of the door, nearly forgetting to put on shoes. You hop into your car as you pull up a phone tracking app that you, Nikki and Jen all agreed to get in case either of you three would be in a pickle, and two of your closest friends were just in that situation. You follow the directions as fast, and legal as possible. You step into the bar and easily eye Jen and a nearly knocked out Nikki. However, in the midst of trying to look after her friend, she was also trying to evade two catcalling guys.

“Hey babe, sorry I’m late,” You hastily walk up to her

In the moment, you press your thumb against and slide your index finger under her chin as you pull her in for a kiss. Jen’s eye widen however leans into it to make it more believable.

“That damn project really beating my ass,” You sigh, “Oh, I’m sorry if I interrupted your horrible flirting game but try harder.”

Surprisingly they easily backed off. You were expecting them to become persistent. They immediately go back to where they were sitting, somber looks on their faces.

“Made sure they wouldn’t pull anything,” Pedro leans in

“Thanks Pedro,” You slide him a hefty tip, “Okay... Let’s get you two back to my place...”

+*+

You gently kick the door open as you struggle with Jen to place a now passed out Nikki into your bed.

“God I hope she doesn't puke in my bed,” You sigh, cracking your back

Jen places a trash bin on the floor, relatively in the area where Nikki’s head is.

“Works,” You say

You begin setting up the couch (which was not a pull-out couch) for Jen.

“Where will you sleep?” She asks

“I’ll makeshift a bed on the floor,” You say

“Nonsense, get in here,” Jen suggests

“Jen, I have literally slept in odder places,” You say

“Nope, no arguments with a future lawyer,” Jen yawns, “Now get in here...”

Not willing to argue with her, you awkwardly find your way onto the couch. You felt like a board.

“Friends can cuddle you know,” Jen chuckles

She gently takes your forearms as she pulls you right off the edge of the couch.

“Why are you so stiff?” She asks,” It’s only me.”

“Been a day,” You lie, “Also I just... At least... My other friends and I don’t cuddle...”

“So you’ve never cuddled with anyone before?” she asks

“More like I hugged my giant stuffed animals back home until I couldn't find them the next morning,” You chuckle

“You’re how old and you still cuddle with stuffed animals?” Jen asks

“What person at what age DOESN’T have stuffed animals to cuddle with?” You ask

“Okay point taken,” She rolls her eyes

“Come on, we got a long day tomorrow...” You sigh

“It’s Saturday,” She says

“Who cares?” You sigh, “I’m tired...”

Jen’s POV You open your eyes, half awake, eyes adjusting to the darkness. You look down at Y/n; laying soundly asleep below you.

--Y/n places her thumb and herr index finger under your chin as she pulls you in for a kiss. Your eyes widen however lean into it to make it more believable.--

You think about the moment Y/n kissed you. That was the first time you ever had someone kiss you. Let alone having it be from a female.

Was it real or?...

You wanted to see for yourself. You hoist your leg over Y/n’s lap to straddle her as you begin learning down closer to her face, cupping her cheeks as you begin closing the distance between your faces. Still being half asleep you weren’t sure how to kiss really. You felt a hand trail up your back and another hand cup your cheek. Your body jolted, your torso falling right on top of hers in the midst of your 3am makeout session.

+++

Y/n’s POV When Jen pulls herself out of her memories, she was about to turn to you however, you were no longer on the couch. She looks up further to see you in the kitchen, beginning to tidy up the place; taking the garbage and putting them in the trash, cleaning the dishes even if you didn’t use them, etc. In reality, you were trying to occupy your mind temporarily. However, you stop everything that you were doing when you felt hands latch onto your midsection.

“You make it easier when life gets hard,” Jen confesses

“What wasn’t easier was trying to convince you to go on a date with me.” You chuckle

“Then what was that makeout session that one night then?!” She asks

“Huh?” You ask, “Oh... I was merely half awake during that. But uh... I did want to follow up but...”

“But?” Jen asks

“Like you said back then, you didn’t believe you had time for a relationship so... I kinda just gave up... Not really gave up but... Put it aside for you so that you could focus on that degree,” You explain, “So, I just pretended like I forgot about it. When in reality, it was all I ever thought about. Even graduating, taking that one job overseas... I never stopped thinking about it...”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” She asks

“I didn’t want it distracting you from your Law degree,” You confess

“And... What did you want?” She asks

You turn to face Jen; her hands still latched around your waist.

“I wanted... For you to see me the way I see you,” You say, “To be that willing to give someone a chance... Give me a chance...”

Jen looks at you... How was she so blind at the fact you were actually showcasing real feelings to her, yet you found a way to put them aside for her. You tense up when her palms come back around and open up, pressing firmly on your lower torso as she stands on her tip toes; attempting to reach your face.

“I appreciate you putting your feelings aside in order to support my life,” Jen says, “But, it’s my turn to put that aside to allow my real feelings come to fruition.”

“Wh-what do you mean Jen?” You ask

“I’ve liked you for a long time Y/n,” She says, “I just never really thought about it until that night...”

#jennifer walters x reader #jennifer walters #she hulk #she hulk x reader #she hulk attorney at law #female reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #tatiana maslany

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worldgreatestarchersimp · 2 years

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Don't ever leave me again

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Jennifer Walters

Parring: Jennifer Walters x gn!reader

Summary: Jennifer tells after, she was away for a long time, that she turns now into a Hulk too.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mention of alcohol, argument

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Jennifer, your girlfriend and attorney colleague, was missing. You searched everywhere she could be and even went to the police, but nothing. You were worried. In your laywer career you and her made a lots of enemies. So you were scared that one of your enemies found her and kipnapped her. At night you couldn't sleep and you couldn't focus on your job. Which is why your cases are floating away. Wich is why you stayed more. But that didn't mean, that your apartment is clean. It looked more like there dropped a bomb.

Again it was night, your bestfriend tried to convince you to get up and get your life under control. But you said no and sat on your couch with a beer bottle. Maybe she left and don't want anything to do with you anymore. That thought was in your had all the. After a while you fell asleep.

"You can't leave, Jen. There is so much more you need to learn." "I know, but my lover is definitely worried. I left without a note or anything." Jennifer said as she jumped in the Hulk truck. "But Jen..." Bruce looked in his cousin eyes. He sigh. But let go. "Call me when somethings happened." "I will. Love you, Bruce" "Love you too. Tell Y/n I said hi" "I will. Bye" "Bye" With that Jennifer drove to yours really, really fast.

Jennifer came to your apartment at night. "Babe!" Jennifer called. But she didn't got any repost, so she went further into your apartment and shocked. On the floor laid laudry everywhere, the dishes from who knows when, the TV was still on, and you laid on the couch with a beer bottle in your hand. At first Jennifer took the beer out of your and sighed. She felt guilty. It was her fault. She was away without telling how long or why. The second thing she did carried you to your bedroom, what was suprisely very clean, compere to the other rooms.

After that dhe cleaned your apartment. Did the dishes, wash the laundry etc. When she was finished she went to the bed next to you and fall asleep with you in her arms.

In the morning you woke up in your bed with someones arms around you. You looked to your side and your girlfriend laid there without a scratch or anything else. At first you were happy, but then you got angry. She left, you were worried. You even almost lost your job because of her. You stand up, put your rope on and went to the kitchen and saw everything was cleaned. The living room also. You looked around as you felt two strong arms around your waist. "Good morning, baby" You pushed her arm aggressive away. "Don't baby me now. Where have you been the whole time! I almost lost my job and you come here like nothing happened!" You yelled with tears in your eyes. "I-I had to work things out and-" "What kind of things?! Maybe h-how to break up with me?" "No! Of course not. I love you. But an accident happened and somehow I have now Bruce blood in my blood and also turn into a Hulk." Jennifer rambled. "And I'm sorry that I couldn't call or anything. Bruce taught me kinda how to control my anger."

You looked softend and you hugged her. "I'm sorry. I just missed you so much" You whispers. "I missed you too." Both of you had tears now in your eyes. "We gonna work everything out, okay? About ny transforming and I make sure you get your job back like it used to be." "Yes! But now I wanna cuddle with my now strong supethero girlfriend."

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cindymoonsgfreal · 2 years

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The Devil and A Lawyer

pairing: Matt Murdock x nb!reader x Jennifer Walters

genre: one-shot, fluff, slight smut at the end

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! smut, slightly insecure reader, no gender pronounce used for the reader, no gendered body description for the reader, slightly sub!matt, reader likes d and v

word count: 1652

Matt Murdock is a flirty bastard.

When Jennifer called you in the evening, annoyed, rumbling on and on about the blind jerk winning over her case and completely losing all her chances of getting the perfect dress for the gala, you knew exactly who she was talking about.

Matt Murdock was in LA.

You haven’t even noticed how you let the name slip from your lips. Still, the next thing you knew, you were sitting in your favorite bar, listening to Jen expressing her extreme opinions about the lawyer, as the second glass of rum was getting empty by minutes in your hand. It was a long day for you, as you were still recovering from the Titania attack on the wedding when she accidentally threw the chair your way instead of She-Hulk’s. Sitting was hurting, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to complain about it. Not when Jen accidentally brushed her knee against yours, and her hands would fall on your thighs as she leaned closer to whisper some dirty curses about her new “enemy.” It was probably best to remember the quotation; as you both knew, it wasn’t jealousy or anger; it was tension. The good old sexual tension.

That thought gave you an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach as you felt yourself get hot from the understanding that your crush and your ex were probably thirsty for each other because, in the words of the wise avocado: “if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her.”

“I cannot believe you two dated,” Jen muttered again, taking a sip from her glass. You frowned at that, moving closer to let the woman see the raised eyebrows about the last phrase. Walters looked up, finally noticing your face. Her eyes widened in shock as she registered the meaning of her words. “Oh, that sounded bad. Look, I didn’t mean it like that. I strongly believe any guy or woman will date you. Hell, even I would date you.” You felt your heart skip a beat. You watched as Jen abruptly stopped her rambling. Her cheeks heated bright red as she closed and opened her mouth like a fish, searching for any words. But before she could say anything else, two glasses were placed in front of her.

“What is this?” Jennifer smiled cluelessly, her eyes darting up and down from the glass to eh bartenders.

“From that guy over there.”

Well shit.

Matt was turned their way when your eyes fell on his figure. He didn’t change, even a day since your last meeting, and understandably so. The blip brought everyone back without aging them their five missing years. He was smiling, almost shyly, even though you could recognize the play he was making. Matt Murdock can be an actor with the way he played the shy, charismatic lawyer with definitely no secret identities that resemble the devil.

“Mind if I join you two?” he asked, and you bit your lip, wondering if his f=gonna to play his “I’m blind, help me to my seat” card. Jen did not notice your behavior change as she murmured, “sure.” Matt smiled warmly as he stood up from his chair and carefully made his way to you. He sat on your left, his hand brushing against your shoulder for a second as he slightly pulled up on his chair to straighten up. You breathed in longly, feeling the old tingling emerge in you. “I wanted to extend a peace offering.”

Jen scrunched her nose in fake disgust, making a small smile appear on her lips. “Ugh! I hate it when people take the high road.” the giggle left your lips as Murdock barked out a real laugh. You glanced at him briefly, feeling sad as you remembered how long it had been since you last heard him be that…free. “So, what’s your story, Matt Murdock?”

That’s when the flirting began. Jennifer uses her natural charm, and Matt his blind jokes. The coil of jealousy grew inside, making you look down at the empty third glass of alcohol, deciding to leave the pair. So, you turned to Jen, your hand falling on her palm and giving it a quiz. Jennifer moved her gaze from the man to you, the softness melting you like ice cream. “I’ll leave you two alone.” you smiled politely, moving to stand up as a hand caught your wrist, and the other fell to your thigh that was still hanging on the bar chair.

“Stay.” both of them invited in a hushed voice, mesmerizing you to a fully empty-headed state. You looked almost dumbfoldly as you sat back down, both of their hands falling to touch at least some part of you. Jen rested her hand on the closeted thigh, her fingers playing with the thick materials of the jeans, as Matt squeezed your palm, feeling the warmth radiating from you. And then and there, between two lawyers, you understood one thing - you were fucked.

It was late when you heard noises coming from the living room of Jennifer’s apartment, making you jump up from the bed and quickly take the hand knife you were gifted ages ago. Jen has left to help her idiot client in the night, and now it has been an hour since she was on her first-ever superhero outing. You were worried about her, but knowing she is probably bulletproof calmed you slowly but steadily. However, wishing she was here was strong, as you knew you were not enhanced in any way. So, if it isn’t Jen but someone else, you and your knife would probably be equally useless. Bracing up the beats of bravery, you nudged the door open.

Jennifer was making out with Matt in his daredevil suit (well, at least you guessed that the yellow-red combination on him was his new suit and not some sick roleplay). Her hands were gently cupping his face as Matt already threw the mask away on the sofa. His hands were roaming down her body, making her lean her chest to his as the soft groan left her lips.

You didn’t notice you dropped your knife until the collision echoed through the room, making the pair part away, their eyes instantly falling on you. You breathed in nervously, the awkward smile falling on your lips. “I’m so sorry. I will leave you two. See you in the morning, Jen. It was nice seeing you again, Matt. ” you tried running towards the exit, but two hands gently caught your waist, pulling in between the two heroes. Your heart hammered in your chest as you looked up from the ground to see Jen’s eyes looking at you seductively. “Stay?” she murmured, slowly leaning in till your noses touched each. You struggled to breathe as your hair moved away from your shoulder, and a line of small kisses trailed down your neck. Matt breathed out. “Please?”

“Yes.”

This was enough for Jennifer to grin, her lips falling on yours in a slow kiss. Your hands flew to her ass, bringing her even closer, feeling the heat radiating from her as you dipped your tongue past her lips, the feeling making Jen groan out loudly. Matt grinned against your neck, now bitting at it with a small force, marking his way down to your shoulders. He moved even closer, making your ass feel everything you and Jennifer made to him. Jennifer dropped her hands to the ends of your shirt, tugging them to the side, making the buttons pop open, exposing your chest to her. She pulled away, leaning down to bite on the flesh. Matt took that as an opportunity to wrap his hand around your neck, moving to lap at your mouth with his tongue.

You moaned to the kiss, bringing your hands up to his neck, trying to find the zipper. Matt pulled away and chuckled at the attempt, making Jennifer look up from her sport between your boobs. Now you grew tired of that. “If you still want your suit to be intact - you will open the fucking zipper yourself,” you grumbled, pulling away from him to kiss the woman more eagerly. Matt almost broke the suit himself; when he heard the wet sound and loud moan Jennifer let out as you took off her case and dipped your hand in her pants.

You moved to the bedroom, leaving the trail of clothes after you, as the three of you sat on the bed, now squeezing Walters between the two bodies. She moaned in pleasure, an overwhelming feeling washing over her, as she felt two pairs of hands stretching her and the tongue exploring her chest and neck. Matt was almost feral as he bit and licked, his senses drowning him, as the mix of arousal and sensual gasps and moans overflood his system. Everything felt too much, but he wouldn’t have wished for any less.

You watched the man unintentionally grunt his hips at the soft material of the bed, making you smirk at the sight of desperation. Snapping your hands down to still his movement, you felt Jennifer shredder with a groan as your hand left her. Matt whined at the loss of friction. “I didn’t say you can move, did I, red?” the pet name made him moan even louder. You smirked, moving your hand to cup his dick through the underwear. “Will you be a good boy?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please.” he desperately whined, making Jennifer look back and forth between you two as she got wetter even more.

“Lay down. Jennifer will ride you, and you won’t cum until I say so. If you do good, you’ll get the reward. If not, it’s going to be a very long night for you, my love.” you whispered, knowing he could you very well.

The night was starting, and you both knew it will be long.

#jennifer walters #matt murdock #jennifer walters x reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x jennifer walters #matt x reader x jennifer #daredevil #she-hulk #she-hulk: attorney at law

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