I Need All Of Taylors Rereleases

i need all of taylor’s rereleases

actually i needed them yesterday and the day before that. i can’t wait ANY FUCKING LONGER. i’m losing my mind.

sluttiest thing a man can do is lean on something

give her back her scarf jake 🧣🧣🧣

THIS REVIEW😭😭😭

love this dude

OH MY GOD LANEY 😦

i think this is the best thing i’ve ever read with my own two eyes 🤭

knock, knock: the future comes calling | these michigan summers

series masterlist

a/n: IM SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS BUT folks, the moment we've all been waiting for *drumroll*

cw: some making out that came out a little steamier than i expected? also brief mention of jacklibby *shudders*

FALL '18

Libby wasn't even in need of sleep when she found herself in Quinn's bed. The sun had set hours ago, replaced by the moonbeams pooling into his room like a gentle greeting, a soft lullaby foretelling a night of peaceful slumber.

She'd been stuck with the closing shift at the quaint boutique downtown, and when Quinn had caught wind of just how late she'd be there, he wouldn't hear her arguments that it was only a thirty-minute drive home. In no way was it an excuse to see her.

The movie playing on his laptop had long been forgotten, though, moved aside as they lay beside each other, lost in a conversation they barely remembered starting.

"Fuck, I don't know what I wanna do after college," Libby confessed with a sigh, stuffing her face against the soft fabric of his pillow like it would provide some security from Quinn's stare—intense yet not in the way that had her running for the hills or shriveling up until she was nothing but a speck of dust. “Maybe run away and join the military like everyone else who doesn’t know what they wanna do in life.”

"Hey, you still have time to figure it out," Quinn assured her, coasting his hand into hers. "We're barely into our second year."

Libby could feel the words at the tip of her tongue, clawing and desperate to be said, the ones that wanted to invalidate what he was telling her. Quinn knew what he was going to be doing in the future, in the next year. He practically had it all lined up since he was a little kid, and though she was incredibly proud of him, the suffocating feeling of being stuck had her comparing herself to him, to his life, in a way she knew was incomparable.

She wasn't an athlete, not anymore. She couldn't rely on the talent she'd been refining since she was a kid to support herself like he could. Not that she'd been that good of an athlete, to begin with. Sure, she was offered an athletic scholarship, but there was no guarantee she would've made it into the professional leagues, the way it was for Quinn.

God, Libby felt like she was falling behind, tripping over herself, running in circles, doing unnecessary U-turns. She was struggling to keep up, to have a career lined up, all planned out.

It didn't seem to matter that, as Quinn said, she was barely into her second year. When the people around her seemed to have everything figured out, time moved differently, faster, with every breath ticking one second closer to uncertainty.

But Libby stopped herself before the thoughts could come tumbling past her lips. That wasn't who she was. Her pride for Quinn's accomplishments and what lay ahead for him far surpassed the belittling jealousy that crawled through her mind like parasites.

"I know," she found herself saying, squeezing his hand.

A beat of silence lapped between them, hesitancy seeping into the air. Quinn's eyebrows pulled together like he was deep in thought. "Have you—" He paused.

"Have I what?"

"Have you ever thought about getting back into soccer?" he asked genuinely, turning onto his side to look at her better. "Or cheer? I remember watching you practice tumbling out on the lawn sometimes."

Libby smiled as the memories resurfaced, but a moment later, her lips thinned with acceptance. "No, those days are over," she said, a bittersweetness clinging to her words. She remembered complaining to her mother most days about the sore muscles and infuriating drills, and she would do anything to experience it for one more day.

"Because of your ACL? Thought it hadn't been bothering you for a while."

"Kinda. I just—I don't know how you're balancing school and hockey." Libby blew some air out in disbelief. "I'm barely making it through the day as a regular student. Can't imagine what it would be like to do soccer or cheer too."

"You're also working a job that I think you should quit because your boss sounds like a Grade-A asshole."

Libby laughed at the apparent annoyance on his face. "He has a family to feed and take care of, Squish."

"And he can do that without being a dick towards his employees."

"Would it make you feel better if I got a new job next semester?" she asked, mostly joking. She could endure the passive-aggressive comments thrown her way or the overbearing behavior of her boss for a bit longer; it was nothing she hadn't experienced growing up.

"Yeah, it would, actually," Quinn responded seriously. "It'd make me feel better if you got a new one as soon as possible."

Libby said nothing for a moment before a smile broke through her face.

"What?"

"You're cute when you're frustrated, you know that?" she asked, eyes milking the planes of his face and how his stern expression faltered once she uttered those words.

Quinn blinked before shaking himself out of his stupor. "Hey, you can't do that." He detached their hands only to stick his pinky out in the space between them. "Promise you'll find a job with a nicer boss?"

Libby looped their pinkies together. "Next semester."

"I'll hold you to that."

"I know you will." Libby let her gaze trace over his features one more time before sucking in a breath. "I probably don't have to ask what you want to do, huh?"

Quinn chuckled, soft and raspy with the luring calls of sleep he was swinging his sword at, desperate to stay up and talk to her for just a little longer. "No, probably not."

"You're gonna kill it out there," she told him, sliding her hand back into his to rub her thumb against his calloused skin as though she could sense the anxiousness festering within him, the fears he kept locked away out of habit, out of a responsibility to always stand firm for his brothers, for himself.

"I hope so."

"You will."

Quinn's gaze danced across her face, glowing under the dim lighting of his room. Sincerity was laced in the blues of her eyes like it was weaved into her genes by the finest seamstress the universe had to offer—a permanent gleam that outshone the stars. He gulped as her jaw clenched with certitude, sharp and mighty against those who may try to contradict her.

Even though his ambition had been a crackling, growing ember within him long before he knew her, the way she was looking at him, so assured and proud, despite how he hadn't even made it to the NHL yet, made it so much clearer that he'd be successful just for her, to prove her right, to see that look all over again.

And fuck, he was so far gone.

"I guess that's something I want to do," he said. "Do well in the NHL."

Libby rolled her eyes—affectionate. "Didn't you hear me, Squish? You will."

"And win the Stanley Cup."

"Which you will."

"And have you by my side through it all."

Libby tightened her hold on his hand. "Which you will. I'll always be there for you."

Quinn shook his head. She wasn't getting it. "I know, but winning the Cup won't be as fulfilling if I can't hold you on the ice and kiss you the way I've wanted to for years."

The world seemed to slow in Libby's head as his words replayed in her head repeatedly like a mantra, whispered all around her like the air had been begging her to understand what he'd said, what he'd wanted to say for so long.

Her heart should've sped up, should've run laps around her chest like it was the last run of her life, but the blood pumped slowly in her veins, beating softly like the wings of a butterfly. It wasn't suspense of fear she felt; rather, it was much like relief.

Relief that she hadn't been the only one teeming with thoughts and dreams of what it would be like to have each other as more.

Libby hadn't realized she'd stayed quiet until his fingers brushed the side of her face, gentle and hesitant in a way that showed he hadn't thought this through—like he had been holding onto that piece of information for so long, he just couldn't keep it in anymore, combusting with a need for her to hear what he’d been keeping hidden under the guise of a years-long friendship.

He just needed her to hear it.

"Say something, please," he whispered, voice trembling as he tucked her hair behind her ear. The way she was scanning his face, eyes unreadable like he'd never seen before, had his throat closing up. It terrified him to realize he had no idea what she was thinking when she'd always been so easy to read.

"You don't have to wait until we're on the ice." Libby pushed forward and captured his lips in hers.

Caught in a state of shock, Quinn took a moment to return the kiss, and their mouths clashed together in a greedy culmination of every moment together, every mishap, every miscommunicated gesture, every 'what if?'

Libby found herself being lowered onto her back, pressed further against the mattress as Quinn slotted himself in the space between her legs. Her fingers tangled with his hair, and a groan escaped him, muffled against the sweet press of her lips that tasted like the pomegranate chapstick she'd applied earlier. The sound was much breathier and deeper than she'd imagined.

Quinn cursed under his breath when she moaned, his hips involuntarily rolling into hers. His wild heart thrashed in his chest, heaving clumsily against hers, and though his lungs screamed for air, he was under her allure, unable to pull away like he’d been enchanted by her touch alone, unwilling to have any space between them.

His hand slid under the hem of her—his—sweater, warm skin against warm skin, electric and blazing all at once. The newfound closeness forced Libby to break the kiss, her bottom lip trapped between his teeth. A desperate whimper rippled from her vocal cords, high-pitched and whiny in a way that had Quinn imagining what other sounds she'd make.

He released her lip, watched it bounce back into place, and the arm that kept him propped up collapsed beneath him. He gulped as he caught his breath, leaning his forehead against her shoulder, eyes closed. "Fuck."

Libby ran her hand through Quinn's hair, gently coaxing him to look at her. Her eyes switched between his, the blown-out pupils against the darkened green that seemed just as enchanting, watched as they flickered down to her swollen lips.

Quinn kissed her again, short and sweet, unlike the previous. "Let me be yours," he mumbled, begged, trailing his lips across her jaw and down her neck, reveling in the moans he could feel vibrating through her throat as she tilted her head for him. "I've wanted to be yours for so long."

Libby's heart skipped a beat. "Only if I'm yours."

A smile stretched wide across Quinn's face as he pulled away from her neck, infectious enough to draw one from Libby. All he did was nod before his lips were on her cheek. Fuck, it was like he couldn't stop—he wanted to kiss every part of her tenderly, sweetly, until she was sick of it.

"Wait—years?" Libby pulled away from Quinn after her mind finally caught up, processed what he’d said with clarity. "What d'you mean you've been wanting to kiss me for years?"

Quinn's eyebrows furrowed like it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Sunshine, I've had the biggest crush on you ever since you first knocked on our door."

"You have?"

"Yeah, baby," he said softly, watching her cheeks redden after the nickname slipped past his lips.

"Wait—but you dated—"

"I know." His calloused thumb swiped back and forth against her ribs. "Thought I talked myself out of that stupid little crush because, I mean, you were only there for the summers, but you still had my heart racing. Broke up with Ashley when I realized it wasn't fair to her, even if I thought you and Jack had something going on."

Libby's face twisted. "Don't remind me."

"Are you still mad at that?" Quinn asked, eyes heavy with guilt and shame.

"I was never mad at that," she said, gliding her hand onto his jaw, smiling when he leaned into her touch. "Appalled, maybe. A little hurt. Kinda upset—actually, very upset—"

Quinn frowned. "I'm sorry, Sunshine."

Libby shook her head. "Hey, we talked about this. It's okay. I forgive you. Forgave you ages ago."

He held her stare for a moment, searching for any sign of resentment, any flaw in her character that brought her one step closer to humanity and away from divinity. Instead, all he found were a gentle pair of eyes looking into his with nothing but candor. "I think you have the kindest heart this world will ever see."

A laugh rumbled through her chest. She ruffled her fingers through his hair, finding the slight crinkle of his nose far too endearing. "You're adorable."

"I mean it, Libby," Quinn said, finally letting his weight relax against her body. "And I don't wanna fuck up again, not when you're trusting me with your heart."

"Bless your heart, Quintin," she sighed, letting her thumb graze his browbone. "You really are adorable. And poetic."

He rolled his eyes at her cheeky smile.

"You wanna know what I think?" Libby asked.

"Always wanna know what you think."

"I think...I've always trusted you with my heart. And I don't think you realize just how kind yours is either—one of my favorite things about you."

Quinn's breath stuttered, his heart too. His eyes fluttered shut when her fingers traced the slope of his nose, then her thumb swept across his lips. And suddenly, the layers of clothes in between them seemed too overbearing. His hand caressed her skin under her sweater, gliding lower until he was nudging at the hem. "Can I? Just wanna feel you."

Libby swallowed the sudden lump in her throat as she let him remove the sweater, leaving her in just her sports bra. Her breath came out choppy when his eyes flicked across her body as though he'd never seen her in a bikini before; it was like he'd been ensorcelled, looking at her like she had been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.

"So fucking beautiful," he murmured, feeling her skin heat up at his words.

Libby bit her lip, masking the size of her smile. She tugged at his shirt, and he slipped it off his torso, tossing it somewhere in his room. Her hands skated over the ridges of hardened muscles and warm skin that she'd only ever used to be able to appreciate visually when he'd been working out or swimming in the pool back in Canton.

"C'mere." She pulled him in for another kiss, savoring the way his hand slid up her calf, holding her knee against his hip.

"Think I could kiss you all the time," he mumbled against her lips. "Don't know how I've gone this long without it."

"Look who the talkative one is now," Libby teased. A squeal erupted from her throat when Quinn squeezed her side, her body squirming at the ticklish feeling, and his laughs echoed into balmy air.

He nestled his face into the hollow of her neck, a sharp gasp cutting through her giggles as he drew a line of kisses down her chest, nudging her necklace out of the way with his nose and skipping the tight material of her sports bra, and across her stomach. He bit back a smirk when her skin pebbled under his lips, the muscles in her belly tightening, forcing a moan out of her throat.

Libby watched with bated breath as his fingers hooked onto the waistband of her shorts. He looked up at her, eyes shiny with wonder, silently asking if he could take them off. With her lips parted and eyes searing the image of him staring up at her like she was some deity deserving of reverence in her brain, she nodded.

Quinn tugged her shorts down her legs, haphazardly tossing them aside. His lips found her thighs, then her hips, and a deep rumble sounded from his chest when her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging at his scalp. He sucked on the supple skin of her hips, tongue lapping over the bruises and teeth marks hidden from everyone but them—a vestige of the night.

His name came out of Libby’s mouth as nothing but a breathy moan, a desperate cry for more. Quinn glanced up, letting his thumb soothe over her hip bone, and he felt the air in his chest get knocked out: Her hair was fanned out against his pillow like a halo, skin glowing like liquid gold, shimmery with desire, and Quinn swore she looked nothing short of perfection—an angel walking amongst mere mortals.

Libby pulled him back for another kiss, crushing and frantic, as she reached for his shorts. He was quick to kick them off, yet when she went for his boxers, his hand latched onto her wrist.

"Not tonight," he murmured before she could ask if he was okay, if she’d overstepped a boundary. Her touch was gentle against his face, contrasting the feverish grabbing along his body from a moment ago that had him burning all over, permanently scorched by her. "Tonight, I just wanna kiss my girl."

A dazed smile danced across Libby’s face as she sighed in pleasure, her eyes closing like she’d taken a hit of some drug. She felt his mouth, wet and slow, across her jawline, neck, chest, and shoulders—no part untouched.

"Just wanna appreciate you," Quinn mumbled against her skin.

Libby melted when his lips found hers again—felt like she could sink into the mattress. She hiked one leg around his waist, ready to push him onto his back, yet he didn't budge, fought every valiant attempt of hers. She broke their kiss, brushing her thumb over his pink and swollen lips. "Gonna let me appreciate you, too, big guy?"

"Tonight’s all about you, baby."

She pouted. "You're paintin' me out to be a selfish lover, Quintin."

He ran his broad hand up and down her thigh, groping at the skin. "You? Selfish?" He laughed, shoulders shaking and mouth smiling wide, teeth and all. "Could never be selfish."

Libby rolled her eyes, and Quinn shook his head lightheartedly. His body relaxed against hers like a weighted blanket, and with a final kiss on her lips, they understood that there was no need to go any further. All Quinn wanted was to lay in her arms, wrapped up in the actualization that he was hers, and she was his.

One of Libby’s hands rubbed his bare back, his muscles rippling under her touch, while the other twirled the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. She pressed soft kisses over his forehead and temple and wherever she could reach, and she couldn't help but chuckle when a hum vibrated through his body as he hugged her waist like she would disappear.

Gradually, Quinn's breaths slowed, and soft snores reverberated against the quietude of the room.

Libby didn't fight against the fond tug of her mouth as she glanced down at his sleeping figure. She may not have known what she wanted to do after college, but she knew she wanted Quinn, and for now, that was enough.

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A knock ricocheted into the room, breaking the calming stillness that was lulling Libby to sleep. Her voice was soft, heavy with exhaustion as she told the person to enter the room.

The door opened, and Josh stuck his head through the space. His eyebrows shot up when he took note of the pair on the bed—the positioning, the unrestrained affection, and the few pieces of clothing strewn across the floor. "Well, that's new."

Libby suddenly grew bashful under his mischievous eyes, the same ones that would glance at her whenever she and Quinn did anything because he'd been privy to her feelings, pieced it together over the summer when he'd visited Canton to hang out with them. At the sight of her nervous smile, Josh's jaw dropped.

"Oh, my God," he mumbled. "You guys finally fucked."

A choked sound lodged itself in Libby's throat at his statement, and she tried not to cough, tried to keep her movements to a minimum to not wake up Quinn. "What—no!"

"You guys finally admitted you liked each other?" Josh guessed with a tilt of his head, clearly entertained by how flustered she was.

Libby stuttered over a response, trying to come up with the right words to say, but it was like her brain had short-circuited, and any ability to speak the English language had been thrown out the window. Damn, maybe Tyler was right: she did get shy when talking about her feelings.

"You totally did!" Josh pumped his fist before leaning back into the corridor. "You all owe me money!"

Libby's eyes widened at his words, and panic broiled in her chest when Quinn stirred in her arms, a sigh fanning against the bare skin of her collarbone.

"What's going on?" he asked, lifting his head ever so slightly, eyes bleary as he tried to blink away his sleepiness.

"Nothing," she blurted, screaming with her eyes at Josh to cut it out when he quietly celebrated by the doorway. "Go back to sleep, Squish."

"Okay." He kissed her, briefly yet slowly all at once, before snuggling back against her neck, lips grazing the skin there one final time before he went back to sleep.

Josh wriggled his eyebrows, about to slip away when Libby spoke. "Wait, why'd you come knockin'?"

"Was gonna ask him something, but it looks like he has something more important to be doing." Josh winked suggestively.

"Oh, God." Libby scoffed.

"I don't think God wants to see what goes on between you."

Her nose scrunched. "You're disgusting."

Josh laughed.

"Before you leave, can you do me a favor?"

"Depends on the favor."

"Turn the lamp off for me?" Libby smiled sheepishly.

"Are you decent?" he asked.

"Jesus Christ," she cursed. "Yes, I'm decent."

Josh then hummed, slipping into the room. "Just making sure. And I'm only doing this because I'm about to be a few hundred dollars richer."

Her face was marred with disbelief, eyes following him as he drew nearer. "You know, it's awfully rude to bet on your friends."

"I'll split with you."

"Deal."

Josh switched off the lamp, shrouding the room in darkness. He walked toward the door, tripping over Quinn's shirt that was tossed aside earlier, and his body crashed into the wardrobe by the door with a heavy thud. He told Libby to shut up when she snickered. The moment he closed the door behind him, Libby heard the dreaded nursery rhyme reverberating against the walls of the house.

"Libby and Quinn, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

She sighed when Josh's voice finally faded down the corridor: They were in for a ride tomorrow morning.

this is just 😘🤌🏻

This is for humor, not wet Wednesday, or to be used as a fic. You and Matt are best friends and joke around a lot. When you find out he is expecting his 5th child you give him a box of condoms. LOL

Team Simmons

Platonic!Matt Simmons x Reader 

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, alcohol and mild consumption of, pregnancy jokes 

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: I lovedddd writing this :) 

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Jake ran over to you as you walked through the door. “y/n!” he shouted as he hugged you. 

“Hey buddy! happy birthday!” you hugged him back and handed him a huge gift bag that had his birthday gifts in. 

“Someone went overboard with the gifts again, didn't they ?” Kristy smiled at you from the living room. “Hey pretty lady” you made your way over to give her a hug. 

“How’s the bean?” your hand rested on her belly, “good” she smiled. 

The rest of the team had already arrived, JJ and Emily were outside with the kids as Luke showed them the tricks Roxy could do. Penelope took this moment as her chance to take some pictures, ones you were sure would be sent out to everyone in the morning. Tara, Spencer and Rossi were having a conversation about something you couldn’t hear at the moment. You and Kristy had made your way to the kitchen when Matt came down with the girls, one in each arm. 

You took Chloe from him, holding her on your hip. “Not even here for 5 minutes and already stealing my kids ?” Matt asked you 

“Haha Simmons, very funny. You’re just mad cause she loves me more, isn't that right kiddo ?” you tickled her side, she let out a loud giggle before you put her down. 

Everyone made their way to the backyard. The kids ran around as Roxy chased them through the yard, JJ yelling for them to slow down before they fell over or trample the girls. Rossi stood by the BBQ because he refused to let anyone else cook, although Spencer told him using the BBQ doesn’t exactly count as “cooking” 

Emily had found Matt’s wine stash and opened a bottle which her, Penelope and Tara were working on. You were sitting beside Luke as you looked around the yard. 

You really did find a family with each other. 

David chased his brother to the pool, the boys jumped in which only further caused commotion, as Micheal and Henry jumped in after them. Kristy and JJ both looked like they were about to lose their patience, there were now 4 very hyper boys splashing in the pool.

The noise and laughed had caught Roxy’s attention. Her head perked up from beside Luke’s leg and before he could grab her collar, she made a run straight into the pool. 

“Boys! Get out of there!” Kristy told them, all of them laughing and ignoring her. 

“If you don’t get out, we’re gonna go home right now” JJ gave her boys a stern look, hoping if they got out, so would Jake and David but again, they just ignored the two woman. 

“Matt, will you come get your children ?” Kristy looked over at Matt who could barely move with two very comfortable looking girls sitting on his lap. 

“Babe, I can’t” he gave her an apologetic look. 

“I got it” you got up and walked over to the pool, Luke followed you. “Rox, c’mon girl” Luke whistled, Roxy too, ignored him. You chuckled as you watched the boys and Roxy in the pool, they all looked so happy. 

“Boys, c’mon” you crouched down in front of them, the 4 of them swam up to the edge of the pool. 

“Kristy worked hard to put together this party and it’s only fair that we be good for her, right ?” 

The boys looked at each other and smiled. “Okay” Jake said, smiling at you. You stuck your hands out to help them get out of the pool, Jake grabbed one hand and Henry grabbed the other and they both tugged. 

You fell right into the pool, you swam back up to the top, “are you kidding me?!” you laughed, wiping the water from your face. 

Kristy sighed, walking about from the pool, leaving you and the boys in the pool. JJ shook her head, “you’re all in trouble, you too y/n” you laughed as she walked away. 

“Rox, come here girl, come on” Luke was still trying to get her out of the pool. “Alvez, come here. I’ll push her to you, you help her out” he crouched down and you did get Roxy to the edge of the pool, and out of the pool. Luke was still crouched down as Roxy shook the water off and all over Luke. 

“Hey, help me out” you stuck your arm out to Matt, who made his way over to the pool after giving the girls to Kristy. He grabbed your hand only to be pulled into the pool. 

“Y/n are you serious?!” Matt shouted as he splashed the water towards you. You laughed, the boys clung onto their father as JJ’s boys clung onto you. One by one, you helped the kids out of the pool and then got out yourself. You and Matt had a close relationship, he was your best friend, basically like your older brother. 

Once everyone had dried off, the boys got their fair share of yelling from their mothers, you got yelled at from Rossi after he saw you encouraging the boys and their nonsense rather than getting them to listen to their mothers. Everyone had settled down and had dinner, Kristy and Matt wrangled the kids together to cut Jake’s birthday cake and attempt to get one decent picture before they all ran off to do their own thing. 

Jake and David were in the other room with Henry and Michael while the girls were upstairs. “Y/n, you gotta stop buying so much for the kids. They have a million and one things already. Between you and Penelope, we can stop buying stuff for them” Matt chuckled, you smiled at him as Penelope let out a gasp. 

“Matt, I'll have you know that’s my job as the cool aunt! I must- it’s my duty to spoil them” she stated, taking a sip of her drink. You nodded in agreement, “what she said” 

It was always nice to have the team together outside of work. Matt and Kristy sat together, her legs rested on his lap. Tara, Spencer and Penelope sat on the other couch, Luke sat on the armrest of that couch beside Penelope. JJ and Emily were on the two seater and Rossi was on the recliner, you sat on the floor beside him. 

“Oh!” you looked around for your bag. Rossi looked down at you, “what’s wrong kid ?” 

“I have something for Matt” you pulled your bag over to you, digging through the contents of the bag and finding what you were looking for. Everyone was now looking at you, you pulled out a little wrapped box with a bow on it. Tossing it to Matt, he catches it. 

“What’s this?” he shook the package

“Open it” you smiled, your head resting on the chair behind you. 

Matt ripped the paper off the box, Kristy let out a ridiculously loud laugh when she saw what you had given Matt. 

“Are you serious ?” Matt asked you, holding back a laugh. 

The wrapping paper on his lap had covered what you had given him. “What is it ?” Luke asked him, Matt held up the box of condoms you had just gifted him. The whole room erupted in laughter. 

“As much as I love you guys, and I really do. My wallet can't handle all the birthday and Christmas gifts.” you laughed. 

“You're telling me” Matt laughed as he tossed the box to the other side of the couch. 

“But seriously, it would be nice to give your wife here a break. She's literally always pregnant Matt, I don't even understand where you find the time” 

“I know right!” Luke piped up, Penelope smacking his side “be respectful!” 

“Yeah, thanks for these” Matt laughed as he tossed the gift paper at you, making you laugh. 

“You’re welcome” 

David had wandered into the living room after getting a glass of water, he picked up the box as he sat beside his father. 

“Dad?” 

“Yeah bud?” 

“What are these?” 

Matt looked over at him to see what he was referring too, you held back a laugh. Matt took the box from him, “nothing bud, grown up stuff” Matt told him, giving you a look after you let out a stifled laugh. 

David shrugged as he made his way back over to the other room. 

“I’m gonna kill you l/n” he stood up as did you. 

“Only if you can catch me Simmons” 

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