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A.N - OMG YOU GUYS!! Thank you for being so patient but here it is! This is my longest fic yet and I’m so excited for you to read it! I’ve been pretty busy with work so I’m glad I finally managed to pump this out. My next fic is definitely OC so stay tuned! I also have some spicy stuff in store for Simon so you’ll just have to wait!! Enjoy!!

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It had been 3 months since you had started dating Simon J. Paladino, and everything was perfect. Like sickly sweet perfect, like fairy tale, disney princess perfect.

You had never been one for romantic gestures but Simon made you feel so special. Since you had started at the firm, several people had warned you of Simon’s “rude” and slightly scary manner of behaviour, especially his refusal to make eye contact, but they couldn’t be more wrong.

He brought you flowers, cooked for you, comforted you after long days, he was the perfect partner. You were just glad you snatched up him before anyone else could.

The pair of you had decided to keep your relationship private, meaning you would not be sharing shit with the gossipy members of the firm. And it was nice, for a while, until fucking Sarah saw you push yourself up onto your tippy toes to give him a kiss outside the building for bringing you lunch on his lunch break.

“Soooo?”

Sarah had snatched a chair and pulled up next to your desk.

You turned to her and raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“So what, Sarah?”

You chose your words carefully. If you let anything slip, it was guaranteed to spread like wildfire.

She was looking at you smugly now, but you refused to make eye contact.

“You and Simon huh?”

You nearly choked on your saliva as you struggled to maintain a calm facade. You wouldn’t give her anything.

“What about me and Simon?”

“Well.. I saw you guys outside the firm building looking awfully close?” She sneered.

“What Simon and I get up to in our free time is none of your business Sarah. And quite frankly you questioning me about my personal life is extremely unprofessional. Now, I’m going to lunch. Goodbye, Sarah.”

And with that, you gathered your things and took off to lunch without a look back at the now not sneering woman.

“Sarah knows”

You whispered, later that night in bed, curled up next to Simon with your head on his chest.

You giggle softly as he audibly groans, dragging a hand across his glasses-free face.

“I assume everyone will know by tomorrow?”

“Most likely. But they’ll probably question me about it, not you”

“If they make you uncomfortable you’ll let me know?”

You snuggled further into his chest, grinning at his words.

“Yes honey I will.”

You feel him press a kiss to your hair, causing a blush to sprout on your face.

“Good. Now get some sleep, we have work early tomorrow.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, sweetheart.”

And that’s how the entire firm found out. Like you predicted, everyone came to you for questions first and avoided Simon. In short, you told them to buzz off or else. It worked fairly well.

To summarise, you and Simon were in a happy, healthy, secure relationship and there wasn’t anything anyone could do to change that.

It was a totally normal Saturday. You had the day off, Simon was out for the morning and you had errands to run, so you would have all the afternoon off for yourself.

You yawned slightly as you reached for a can of tomatoes. The grocery store near Simon and yours apartment was small, but full of decently priced, good quality items.

Pasta tonight, you thought to yourself, Simon’s favorite. A small blush rose to your cheeks. Every day, he worked so hard as a lawyer to fight for supers rights, it was only fair you did something for him in return.

“FREEZE!”

Your head snapped suddenly towards the noise, the sharpness piercing the calm atmosphere of the grocery store.

Three grown men entered the store, all brandishing guns. Your blood runs cold as you drop the can of tomatoes.

“ALL OF YOU ON THE GROUND NOW!”

Your knees instinctively give way as you slump to the ground. You considered yourself a fairly tough person, but all that toughness evaporated and gave way to pure fear.

You laid yourself stomach down on the floor and put your hands behind your head, inhaling and exhaling to the point of hyperventilation.

Thousands of thoughts ran through your head, How am I going to get out? Is the cashier ok? What if I don’t make it out alive? What are they going to tell my family? What are they going to tell Simon?

Your heart sinks to your stomach as you feel tears well in your eyes. No. You would make it out of this. You would see Simon and your family again.

You carefully turn your head to face the group of men, who were now threatening the cashier.

You gasps as quietly as you can when one of the men grabs the cashier, who couldn’t have been any older than 18 across the counter by his shirt, and presses his rifle square into the teen’s forehead.

“NO!”

You couldn’t stop the word from escaping from your mouth, you weren’t about to let that kid take the fall for something that wasn’t his fault.

“Oh, you wanna mouth off, eh?”

You yelp as one of the robbers grabs you by the hair and yanks you up so that you’re facing him.

You’re breathing heavily now, trying not to show fear, trying your best not to grimace despite the burning pain coming from your scalp.

You feel the cool metal of the rifle press against your forehead and you squeeze your eyes shut. You only hope the kid got away.

“So, pretty, what were you saying again?”

You force your eyes open again, to stare at his grotesquely, ski masked face (so different to your handsome Simon) . You open your mouth to tell him to get fucked, but before you can, a flash of red light sears though the air and knocks the gun out of his hands in an instant.

You turn your head as much as the hand in your hair will allow, to see the gun on the floor with two perfect, smoking holes burned right through it.

“Shit man we gotta go now!” One of the robbers said to the one holding your hair. “It’s-“

Before he could finish his sentence, several more short, sharp blasts echoed through the air, sending the other robbers' guns flying out of their hands.

Your breath caught in your throat as you whispered.

“Gazerbeam..”

The masked man stood tall and intimidating, his visor still glowing and smoking from his laser vision.

“Put her down.”

The robber dropped you in an instant, and you crumple to the floor, massaging your scalp to relieve the still burning pain, slightly dizzy

Luckily, you are smart enough to stay down and you see several more flashes of red light before all 3 of the robbers collapse to the ground groaning.

You hear Gazerbeam’s commanding voice fill the room through your dizziness. You exhale slowly and close your eyes, but you gasp at the sudden touch to your forehead.

Your eyes fly open to see Gazerbeam himself leaning over you, with a concerned look on his face.

“Are you alright?”

Still slightly reeling from the pain of being held up by your hair, you struggle to slur out an answer.

“I guess so… Oh!”

You gasp as he lifts you up bridal style to carry you out of the grocery store, whose windows were now shattered by bullets.

You can’t help the redness from rising to your cheeks at being lifted up so effortlessly. You felt a warmth settling in your stomach as you feel your body relax. Something about his muscles arms and stride was so familiar.

You instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders as he walks toward the ambulance that has now pulled up outside.

“I saw what happened.”

You turn to face him, to see if what you heard was correct.

“You protected that boy in the store, that was very brave of you.”

Wow. A literal superhero calling you brave? Now you have seen it all.

“Oh! No no it’s ok! It’s what anyone would have done!”

You had turned red partly at the compliment and partly at the fact that he was still carrying you like you weighed nothing.

Both of you had made it to the ambulance, where he set you down on the edge of the vehicle, sitting down.

“You are a very courageous woman.”, He paused as a flush crept up past his masked face, “And beautiful too.”

Your mind went blank. The paramedic attending to you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh! Um..” If your face could go any redder you’d be a tomato. “I’m so sorry Mr Gazerbeam but I’m very much taken.”

“Oh. My apologies, I did not realise you were in a relationship.”

“No no, it’s alright, but no offence you couldn’t pull me away from my boyfriend if you tried!”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.. he’s so sweet and kind and loving, he’s funny too! In his own way but that doesn’t matter. God.. I’m so lucky to have him..”, You sigh.

Talking about Simon always got you rambling. Because of course you were going to brag about your hot lawyer boyfriend to the literal superhero hitting on you.

“Ah. Sorry. Well, I doubt that. I bet you're equally spectacular."

“Thank you Mr Gazerbeam, for saving me and everyone else. The community is safer with you in it.”

“Thank you for your kind words Ma’am, and my apologies again for being so forward.”

“It’s ok-“

A hand is placed on your shoulder. The paramedic.

“Miss? I think we should take you to the hospital to get checked out, just in case.”

“Oh! Right.. Well, thanks anyway! Hope I see you around!”

You wave goodbye to the superhero, who manages an awkward wave back. On the way to the hospital, you couldn’t stop thinking about how familiar Gazerbeam seemed, like you had seen him somewhere before.

The superhero was handsome and kind for sure, but he was no Simon J. Paladino.

———

Simon had made sure all the victims of the robbery were safe and uninjured, before running off to an abandoned alleyway.

He needed fresh air immediately.

As soon as he gets there, he rips the visor off his face, leans against the brick wall, and smiles the biggest smile he’s had in ages.

He couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky with you.

Any other woman might have abandoned him completely for a little bit of attention from a superhero.

But not you. Not his love.

Guilt wracked his body in an instant. He wanted to tell you so bad it was physically painful. But he’d have to wait. You’d have to wait.

For now, he would stop by his apartment, change into civilian clothes and speed to the hospital. (He should’ve gotten there quicker, he should have killed the bastard who grabbed you like that).

He would dote on you for as long as you needed, while the feeling of you snuggled in his arms, with your arms around his neck while he carried you would stay fresh in his mind.

Perhaps, he would carry you like that out of the chapel on your wedding day.

THE END ⋆˚✿˖°

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