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All These Years [Part 14: "Day Late Friend"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

[You can find the full series summary and masterlist of installments for All These Years here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains emotional hurt with no comfort until the final installments, angst, pining, friends to lovers, slowburn, and eventually smut

Word Count: 5.6k

a/n: I feel like it goes without saying that this one will probably hurt. There's like a tiny bit of comfort in here, but I think everything else vastly outweighs that. Feedback is always appreciated!

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Sitting on the countertop in your kitchen, you were hunched over your phone scrolling through this morning's current news articles. You were exhausted and your entire body ached from having spent last night at Karen’s place sleeping on her couch because your apartment was entirely empty now.

Most of the furniture you’d had at your apartment had been donated because you did not want to deal with the hassle of moving all of it across the country. It’s not like you couldn’t afford new things with the massive pay increase you were getting with your new position, even if your new LA apartment’s rent was a bit more expensive than your Hell’s Kitchen apartment had been. Though you’d had movers pack up a handful of your items the other day, along with whatever you had packed in boxes that you hadn’t kept in the luggage bag you were going to check with you on the plane when you left. Your things that were being transported across the country via moving truck were supposed to be at your new place by this afternoon.

Because today was the day. You had a very long flight to LA soon that you were about to catch–a little over a six hour flight to be exact. You’d ordered a car to take you to the airport just a few minutes ago and now all you were doing was waiting, trying to kill time while you ignored the sinking feeling in your gut. You were going to miss New York and the friends you had here–including Matt, even if you were still incredibly pissed at him. But you'd promised yourself repeatedly that you would make this move no matter what because you needed it.

Last night you’d spent the evening at Karen’s, though Foggy had come over for a bit while you’d been there. But you’d made it clear that you wanted neither of them to invite Matt, still not wanting to see him after what had happened at Josie’s. Foggy had tried to convince you otherwise a few times, urging you to tell Matt it was your last night here because he said Matt had been needing to talk with you. Foggy was practically begging you to give Matt a chance to say goodbye, but you just couldn’t do it. After hearing him just days ago talking about the idea of marrying Erica, and then being so cruel to you in return when you’d pointed out how little he’d thought it all out– especially after everything he’d put you through knowing you’d always been in love with him–you felt he didn’t deserve your time. Why put yourself through more heartache for his sake? You weren’t planning to see him ever again anyway. You figured it was time to look out for yourself.

The whole evening you figured Foggy was shooting Matt texts on and off with the way he’d been on his phone. You’d done your best to ignore it, though part of you felt bad for not offering Matt a chance to see you one last time. He’d probably wanted to apologize for his behavior at Josie’s the other night, but what did it matter? You always caved when it came to Matt; you knew you'd ultimately accept whatever apology he gave you. You loved him–sometimes without a care to yourself and your own feelings.

And that had to change.

With a sigh you opened another news article, your eyes briefly flicking up towards the time on your phone. It felt like time was dragging on this morning. Your ride to the airport was still another fifteen minutes away and you internally cringed. Admittedly you were getting anxious sitting here with nothing to do but wait and sit in your thoughts.

A series of frantic knocks came from your apartment door, the noise breaking through the silence in your apartment and drawing your attention from your phone. You frowned, turning and looking at your door all the way across the apartment from where you sat in the kitchen. Who would be stopping by your place right now? Unless it was your overly friendly neighbor next door, the elderly Mrs. Meyers. You’d already told her goodbye three times yesterday, but maybe she’d somehow forgotten again.

Sliding off the counter, you slipped your phone into your jean pocket and made your way over. But the moment you heard Matt’s voice desperately calling your name from the other side of it, you immediately froze on the spot.

What the hell was Matt doing here?

A mix of emotions immediately flooded you–anger, sadness, heartache, guilt. But worst of all of them was that stupid little sliver of hope. You flinched when you heard him call your name through your door again.

"Please," he begged. "I know you're in there. Just let me talk to you. Please. Give me five minutes. Just–just five minutes, please ."

This wasn't exactly the way you wanted to leave New York. That familiar ache was in your chest again and the feel of it hurt . Arms crossing over your chest, you nervously hugged yourself tight as if that would somehow help keep that ache from spreading through the rest of you.

"Matt, I don't want–"

" Please ," he pleaded.

His voice had sounded so small and weak from behind the door, the sound of it causing your eyes to close. Your hands gripped the fabric of your shirt as you fought the urge to cry. Something you'd become all too familiar with when it came to Matt.

"There's something you need to know," Matt tried again, his voice filled with emotion. "And I don't–don't want to say it to your door."

With a shuddering exhale, you opened your eyes and tried to brace yourself for whatever was about to happen. Crossing the rest of the way to the door, you gradually unlocked it before pulling it open. Matt stepped back instantly, as if he’d been pressed up against it waiting for you. You were surprised to see his glasses were hanging from the collar of his dark green tee-shirt. Matt always wore them around you lately, so it had been jarring to be immediately greeted with the open vulnerability on his face and in his eyes.

"You have five minutes," you told him, stepping aside and waving him in.

And really he did, because your car would be here in probably ten minutes.

Matt made his way inside, a pained look on his face as he stepped past you. You grit your teeth together as you shut the door behind him, turning and squaring your shoulders as you faced him. You didn’t know what to expect, but you had a strong feeling whatever it was he needed to tell you was going to leave you in tears.

Matt said your name again, that vulnerable look on his face. "I am so unbelievably sorry about the other night," he began in a rush, emotion heavy in his voice as he spoke. "I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, it was wrong. I was out of line. You had every reason to yell at me like that. I deserved it–I deserve worse . I had–had no idea how much you were hurting and how awful what I’d said really was. It was insensitive and stupid of me and I–"

He abruptly cut off, his brows drawing together in what looked like confusion. Your own face slowly contorted into a look of confusion itself at the words in his apology. How could he not know how much you'd been hurting? He knew you loved him, of course him saying those things had been hurtful, especially considering what he’d told you right before about Erica.

Matt's head snapped to the side and your eyes narrowed as you watched him, his curious movements interrupting your thoughts. You watched as his head darted around a few times, his eyes beginning to water as you saw them scanning your completely empty apartment.

"No," he whispered, his watery gaze returning to you. "No, don't tell me your things are gone already? You've already packed?"

"I'm moving, Matt," you stated flatly, trying to ignore the way that look on his face was affecting you. "Of course my things are gone."

"When?" he pressed. "Saturday? Sunday?"

You swallowed hard, a lump forming in your throat at the blatant look of panic quickly crossing his features. Why did he look so scared?

"In ten minutes," you answered, tone softening. "I have a car coming to bring me to the airport soon. My flight is at eleven."

Surprise briefly flickered across his face, his dark brows rising up onto his forehead as his lips parted. But then you watched as his face completely crumpled in on itself, tears streaming out of his eyes almost instantly. You stood there in stunned silence, unsure what to make of his reaction. You knew he would be upset about you leaving, but the only time you’d seen Matt cry like this before was when Elektra had broken his heart.

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “I thought I had more time. I’m sorry.”

With the sight of Matt standing there and crying before you, you couldn’t fight the tears that had begun to slowly burn in your own eyes. You wiped a hand at them, trying to erase them before they could fall.

“Foggy said he told you I was leaving,” you pointed out. “You knew I was leaving, Matt. That I had taken a new position and was moving.”

He nodded solemnly, sniffling hard. “He did, but he never told me the day. Just told me I had to see you this morning. And now I–”

You watched in utter confusion as Matt’s sentence broke off right in the middle, his hands coming up as he rubbed the heels of them against his eyes. What sort of a goodbye apology was this?

“I was wrong all this time,” Matt began, his hands still rubbing at his eyes as if that would make the tears stop. “It’s all my fault. I have spent the past few days going back and trying to make sense of it all– everything . For years. Just–just all of it. Every moment.”

Your brows drew further together on your forehead as you stared back at him. What the hell was he talking about? Why had he come barging over to your apartment spouting nonsense? Why was he so emotional?

“I thought it was Foggy,” he said firmly, his hands lowering from his face. His sightless eyes locked on you as he continued. “I always thought it was Foggy .”

“What?” you asked him. “What’re you talking about, Matt? You thought what was Foggy?”

“The friend you were in love with,” he replied earnestly. “The one you’d told me about a few times at Columbia. The one I knew you were hurting over, that you hadn’t ever gotten over in years . Who you’d cried about that night in the alley when I’d found you drunk and hurting. I always thought it was Foggy .” He winced, shaking his head as he whispered, “I never thought that it was–that it even could be me .”

His words hit you hard and you stood there in absolute shock–Matt thought you’d loved Foggy all of this time? Your mouth fell open as you gaped at him, your brain only wondering one thing.

“ How ?” you asked in confusion. “With what you can do, how did you think I was in love with Foggy?”

Tears were still falling down his cheeks as he took another step towards you, one hand reaching up to wipe them away as his eyes never left you. You still stood frozen on the spot, your arms even further tightening around your chest in response to everything he was telling you. Because what did that mean ? Why had he come here to tell you this? Why now?

“I–I misread so much,” he told you. “When I first ran into you in the library, I picked up on your physical attraction to me–all the telltale signs. And when you gave me your number and agreed to meet up, I thought it meant you liked me. But then that night you came over and Foggy was there–you both hit it off. I tried to give it some time, hoping I was wrong somehow, but it felt like your body was reacting to him . Or at least, that’s how it seemed to me.” Matt shot you a sad, watery smile. “I was still very new to understanding women and relationships, I’ll be honest. I was fresh out of a Catholic orphanage when I went to Columbia. Besides picking up on signs of obvious physical attraction, I’ll admit, I was clueless. And I–I clearly read you very wrong the whole time.”

“But–” you began, pausing to piece together everything yourself. “But Matt, how did you not know? I tried to flirt with you that night when I first came over to your apartment with Foggy and Karen for dinner. It was a terrible attempt but I thought it was pretty fucking obvious. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you heard me at Clinton Church for weeks crying over you. You , Matt, not Foggy. How did it never suddenly click ? How did you never realize you’d gotten it wrong?”

“Because Elektra had often put it into my head that you were always staring at Foggy like you were in love with him,” Matt answered vehemently. “And it’s not like I can see otherwise. I trusted her–and I realized far too late that I shouldn’t have, but I did. Her words about you being in love with him only further proved in my mind that it was true.” His tongue darted out nervously to wet his lips before he continued on in an emotional rush. “And that night you came over more than a year ago, I wasn’t sure if you were flirting with me or not. Something had seemed off with you that day. There was a–a part of me that hoped you were, but I couldn’t be sure. I tried to reach out to you, but you’d distanced yourself from me for weeks after. I figured I’d misunderstood the situation. And…by the time everything happened with Midland Circle, I’d thought you’d already admitted to me that night you found out about my secret that you loved Foggy all this time.” He shrugged weakly, his face further falling. “After that night, I never bothered to question it again.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest so hard you swore you could feel it. Each and every sharp and thundering pound of it. So Matt hadn’t known you’d loved him all this time. Which meant he’d found out when you’d yelled at him the other night at Josie’s. Eyes immediately going wide, you sucked in a breath.

“Holy shit, so you didn’t–” you paused, taking a mortified step back from him, “–you didn’t know? And I–I blurted it out the other night?”

The sad, watery smile was still on Matt’s face as he nodded slowly in response. Something like a strangled cry fell out of you as you spun on your heel, burying your face in your hands. Embarrassment burned through your entire being. Shrinking in on yourself, you wished the floor would just swallow you whole.

“Why’re you coming here to tell me this?” you cried out, that sharp pain in your chest slamming right into you. “Fuck, this is so incredibly embarrassing , Matt. I thought you knew !”

“Sweetheart,” Matt said softly.

You stiffened at the term of endearment. He’d called you that once before, that night you’d found out about his big secret. The sound of his footsteps grew nearer but you kept your face buried in your hands.

“I came here to tell you that I have wanted you for years,” he whispered, his voice sounding like it was coming from just behind you. “The first time I stumbled across you it wasn’t at the library–I stumbled on you almost two months before that. On campus. Someone had dropped all their books and papers on the sidewalk and you’d stopped to help them. And I–I don’t know what it was about you, but I couldn’t get your voice and your scent and your kind words out of my head.”

Matt’s hand landed on your shoulder, the touch incredibly light and barely there. It felt like he wasn’t sure he could touch you. As he continued on, your heart only further beat wildly against your ribcage at his words.

“I spent weeks trying to run into you again,” Matt confessed. “Trying to just find you again–any trace of you at all. I couldn’t let you go. That day I met you in the library felt like sheer luck. I had been so stunned myself that you’d appeared to me finally that I’d accidentally ran into you.”

Your hands slowly lowered from your face, your head gradually turning over your shoulder to look at Matt just behind you. That sad smile crossed his lips again when he realized you were looking at him, tears still glistening in his eyes.

“What’s that mean, Matt?” you whispered.

“It means I’ve always wanted you,” he replied just as softly. “You’re the only one I’ve always wanted.”

Goosebumps rose along your arms at his admission. How long had you desperately hoped for him to say those words to you? How many times had you pictured this moment in your head? Wondered what it would feel like for him to want you back?

“What about Elektra?” you whispered. “And Erica? You were just telling me you wanted to marry her, Matt. How the hell do you say that and then come here and tell me this?”

“I fell hard for Elektra in college,” Matt admitted. “I thought maybe I loved her. She was the only one who knew about that other side of me. What I could do. I thought she–she got me. Understood me. But my feelings for you had never gone away, and I thought maybe I could try to make them disappear with her. But it turned out she didn’t understand me at all, and clearly she saw how much you meant to me because she fed me lies about you loving Foggy.”

“What about the second time you were with her?” you asked, cringing at the question.

Matt immediately shook his head, his sightless eyes still focused along your face. His hand gripped your shoulder a little firmer.

“I was never with her when she came back,” he assured you. “ Never .”

“And Erica?” you pressed.

Your back was still turned towards him as he spoke, but you saw the frown settle onto his face. It felt like your heart was in your throat as you waited for him to explain.

“You had been with Adam for awhile,” he began, hurt clear in his tone. “So I thought maybe you’d finally gotten over Foggy, because you seemed happy with him. And as much as it broke my heart seeing you with Adam, I was truly happy for you. He was a nice guy. He treated you well. And as much as I wished it could’ve been me in his place, I was glad that you weren’t hurting anymore–or at least, I thought you weren’t.” He sighed, his eyes dropping down to the floor as he released your shoulder, his hand running across his forehead instead. “But I knew I’d never have you and I was lonely. That’s when Marci introduced me to Erica and we–we got along. Eventually I developed feelings for her–nothing that even remotely compared to how I feel about you, but I figured I’d never find that again. And things were…admittedly convenient ,” he said with a shameful grimace. “She was often working so she had no clue about me being out most nights as Daredevil. Which meant for once, Daredevil wasn’t an issue in my love life.”

“But Matt–”

“Look, I know it was stupid to think I could continue in a relationship like that, but I was hopeful,” he confessed. “I was lonely and I was hopeful that I’d have time to make things work with a long engagement. And as much as I–I wanted you , I was positive I’d never have you. And what I had with Erica seemed like it–it wouldn’t be so bad as an alternative. So I’d been thinking about proposing and that was why I was hoping to talk to you and Fog.” He shrugged a shoulder lightly, a deep frown on his face. “I was hoping both of you would help me look at things realistically, because you’re both my best friends. You know me.”

Your eyes narrowed at Matt as you finally turned partially towards him. “Then why did you get angry at me when I told you how ridiculous it all sounded?” you asked.

“Because I could feel your anger,” he whispered. “And I didn’t understand it. I got defensive because it–it hurt hearing you say those things to me. Because I have–have loved you for so long and you were the one I wanted and couldn’t have. But I shouldn't have said those things to you in anger and I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I was hurt and I was stupid and I reacted without thinking.” His lips pressed together, the tears that had been glistening in his eyes quickly spilling forth. “I’m sorry I’ve hurt you so much over the years.”

You were struck speechless, still stuck on the part where he’d admitted to loving you. Matt was in love with you?

“I ended things with her, too,” he continued, the tears still falling. “The first chance I got after that night. Because I want you.”

Almost as if in slow motion you watched as Matt’s hand reached up, very carefully reaching out to gently cradle your cheek in the palm of his hand. You could feel your entire body trembling at the affectionate touch–it was so far from friendly. It reminded you of the night you’d been with him after graduation when he’d touched you so similarly. You understood now what had almost happened that night, and the fact that nothing had only added to the heartache. Because you were quickly realizing that you both had come close to admitting the truth so many times before only to end up here–with years wasted and hearts hurting.

“I want you,” he breathed out, his thumb lightly stroking your cheek. His eyes were slowly scanning your face, as if somehow committing you to memory in his own way as his lips pulled into that sad smile again. "I've only ever wanted you, sweetheart."

A sob fell out of you as you turned fully towards him, your arms immediately wrapping around his waist and drawing yourself into him without a thought. Matt was quick to encircle his own arms around your shoulders, holding you tightly to the front of himself as you felt him burying his face into your hair. Your fingers clawed at his back through the thin fabric of his tee-shirt, desperately holding onto him as you cried. From the pocket of your jeans, you heard your phone alert you to a notification you'd received. No doubt it was the car you’d ordered finally arriving, ready to bring you to the airport. That thought only had you clinging tighter to Matt as you sobbed against his chest.

“Why did you wait so long?” you cried out, face buried into his chest. “Why now, Matt? Why did you have to tell me all of this when I'm leaving?”

“I’m sorry,” he replied, voice breaking on the apology. “I’m so sorry.”

Your eyes snapped shut tight, tears soaking the front of his shirt. Your nails were digging into Matt’s back, clawing at him with how hopelessly you tried to hang on to him.

“I–I want to ask you to stay,” he whispered, his face still buried into your hair where his tears were dampening the strands. “I want to beg you to. Tell you I would do anything to keep you here–because I would. Happily. Ten times over. But I know I have no right to ask that of you, sweetheart.”

"You're right," you breathed out, your body molding itself to the front of him. "You don't."

You hated that you'd found out Matt had loved you all of this time at this exact moment instead of weeks ago–months or even years ago when things could have gone differently. Because you had already accepted that job and you'd already gotten that apartment. You'd repeatedly told yourself you were leaving and doing this for yourself no matter what. And Matt coming here telling you all of this right now, as much as it made you want him even more because you now knew your feelings were returned, didn't change the fact that he had just ended a relationship with a woman he had considered proposing to only days ago. That he'd let you go on believing he was dead for months not that long ago–and that hadn't stopped hurting even if you'd forgiven him for it. And it certainly didn't change the fact that you had cried over him for years.

You'd needed a change. You needed time away. You needed space to figure things out for yourself without the constant heartache.

"Matt, I–" your eyes tightened further closed, tears still coming as your fingers desperately gripped his back, "–I have to do this. I have to move to LA. For me.” Your face remained pressed to his firm chest as you spoke, pausing just long enough to breathe in that familiar clean scent of him. You hoped you’d never truly forget it. “You just ended things with Erica days ago,” you continued quietly. “This–this isn't how I would want to start things with you. It's not right."

You heard him inhale a shuddering breath, his mouth beside your ear as he did. His hands slid down to wrap firmly around your back, his palms pressing you securely to himself. You could feel his own fingers digging into you through your shirt, his own desperate need to keep you close only making your tears fall faster. In that moment, you knew he’d been hurting just as much as you always had been. Somehow you could feel it in the tears of his that fell, mingling with yours along your skin, and the sharp, ragged breaths he was clearly trying to control.

"I know," he whispered, voice strained. “You deserve better.”

Reluctantly you slowly pulled away from him, your heart twisting in your chest at the absolute broken state of Matt before you. With a loud sniffle, you pulled your phone from your pocket and saw that you did have a notification for the car you’d called. You responded to it, pressing your trembling lips firmly together as you tried to compose yourself. You needed to leave or you’d miss your flight.

“The car is here to take me to the airport,” you whispered, slipping your phone back into your pocket before glancing up at Matt. “I–I have to go, Matty.”

Matt nodded, his hands roughly wiping at his eyes. “Can I walk you out?” he asked. “Please?”

Swallowing hard, you nodded. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I just need to grab my bag.”

Walking past Matt, you made your way towards your kitchen to the lone piece of luggage that was sitting right where you’d left it. You slid the handle of it out before turning and shuffling your way across the room and back over to Matt. He was clearly trying to take the moment to compose himself, but he didn’t seem very successful with the way his tears were still falling. When you neared him, he timidly held out a hand towards you and you paused, staring at it as your heart unsteadily beat in your chest. A second later you hesitantly reached out, slipping your hand into his. Matt’s face momentarily lit up as he tried to smile at you, his large hand reassuringly squeezing yours.

You sent him a small smile in return before you guided the pair of you out of your apartment, leaving it for the last time. The sound of the door closing behind you both was louder and harsher than usual as you led Matt down the hall and towards the elevators. Neither of you said anything as you waited for it to reach your floor, and neither of you said anything as you both stepped inside. Though as the elevator doors slid closed, Matt’s fingers entwined with yours, as if he was finding any way he could to hold onto you just a bit tighter for just a bit longer. Somehow that hurt, too.

Gradually the elevator lowered until it reached the lobby and you stepped out, your stomach roiling with nerves at the final goodbye that you could feel fast approaching. In silence you led him over towards the car that was waiting for you, politely greeting the driver who took your bag from you and stowed it in the trunk of the car. As they were getting back into the driver’s side, you finally turned and focused on Matt, your hand still enjoined with his.

The sight of him alone had your heart breaking–he still looked just as broken as that day you’d found him crying over Elektra. Except now it was because of you . Instantly the tears began streaming down your face and briefly you wondered how the hell you had a single tear left to shed after all of this time. Matt tried his best to smile at you, his other hand reaching up to wipe away your tears as they continued to fall.

“Please don’t cry, sweetheart,” Matt said gently, the calloused pad of his thumb still wiping away the wetness on your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I’m sorry for leaving you, Matty. For hurting you.”

Matt shook his head, that sad smile still lingering along his lips. “Don’t apologize,” he whispered. “If this is what you need, if it’ll make you happy, then I–I support you. Even if it hurts. All I want is to know you’re happy.” His thumb slid down, lightly brushing beside the corner of your lips as his sad eyes focused there. “But I’m–I’m sorry my timing with telling you how I felt was so terrible. I should have told you on graduation night like I planned to. Maybe we wouldn’t be here now.”

“You couldn’t have known,” you whispered.

Matt grimaced briefly, the corner of his mouth turning downward. “Your driver sounds irritated. I should probably uh, let you go,” he said, the last word coming out a little choked.

Stepping towards Matt, you once again wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face against the damp spot your tears had created on his tee-shirt. His own arms immediately held you to him again, his face now burying into the side of your neck. The pair of you stayed like that for a long moment, neither of you clearly wanting to let go. Your eyes closed and you relaxed into him, breathing in the scent of him. If you pushed aside what was happening right now, you could feel whatever it was you’d always felt when you hugged Matt washing over you. That warm, comforting feeling you’d told Foggy about before. The feeling you always experienced when you hugged Matt. You knew what it was now.

He felt like home.

Fresh tears welled in your eyes as Matt slowly pulled away from you, your arms once again coming to wrap tight around your chest as if that alone would keep you from shattering to pieces on the sidewalk.

“I don’t want to say goodbye,” you admitted weakly.

He reached a hand out, tucking some hair behind your ear as his watery gaze focused along your chin.

“Then don’t,” he replied softly. “I’ll see you again another time, sweetheart.”

His fingers lingered along your cheek, once again lightly wiping away the tears that were falling. Your heart clenched in your chest when you finally found the nerve to speak.

“I’ll miss you, Matty,” you confessed.

“I’ll miss you, too,” he whispered, his hand falling from your face.

You stood there for a few seconds longer, trying to commit the memory of Matt to your mind. You didn’t want to forget him. Truthfully you didn’t want to leave him. Though eventually you finally turned and opened the car door, slipping into the backseat. You pulled the door shut after yourself, confirming with the driver that you were heading to the airport as you put your seatbelt on. Your attention shifted back to Matt out of the window to where he was standing on the sidewalk. His glasses were back on his face as he began unfolding the cane he’d had folded up in his back pocket.

When the car finally pulled out into traffic, your eyes remained on Matt through the back window. His face was turned towards you as the car drove away, and you swore you saw his lips moving as if he’d said something, though you couldn’t make out what. You tried to remind yourself internally why you were doing this as the sight of Matt standing on the edge of the sidewalk slowly became harder and harder to see. But when he finally was entirely out of your view, you felt something sharp hit you right in the chest. Raising a hand up, you absently rubbed at the spot just over your heart, eyes still focused out of the back window as tears filled them yet again.

[END NOTES]

End notes again, because I feel like y'all need them. Again.

Matt finally confessed!! He explained quite a bit to Reader but inevitably, she left to LA. I mean, she'd already accepted the job and had no place to stay in Hell's Kitchen for starters, but also, she did really need to take a step away from Matt and try to live her life. And it certainly wouldn't be fair to Reader to try to jump into a relationship with Matt literally days after he'd been having a discussion about possibly proposing to someone else. So Reader is leaving anyway. And there was NO KISS because honestly, I feel like kissing in that moment would just hurt both of them even more. So you're still going to be waiting on that. But I will say the beginnings of comfort will probably start after the next installment for those of you literally hanging by a thread reading this. But there will be a happy ending to this fic so things will slowly begin to turn around soon!

But now for real, I need to focus on my other fics this week. Preferably things that are less angsty like FFTD.

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

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ohbabydollie · 6 months

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you fell in love with ted, it’s been years since you did. it was so long ago you couldn’t even remember how it happened, you just took a look at him and did.

you had sat back and bit your tongue, not telling him a single thing as you fell harder and harder for him. you said nothing as you watched him fall in and out of love with other girls, you wanted him to be happy.

you were willing to sacrifice your own happiness for his, any day, it brought you joy to see him happy even if he was kissing other people, calling you his best friend. it hurt so bad but you could live with it.

you could live with existing as you were if it meant you could see ted smiling, living vicariously through his lover.

you just sat there and watched as your dreams you kept hidden blossomed worse than ever, as you fell deeper and deeper into the hole you were digging for yourself.

it got so bad you couldn’t take it, you ran away, unable to handle the reality of him never loving you. you ran to the furthest place you could from him, starting over and meeting new people, a hook up here and there, a few heart breaks now and again, but you never forgot ted.

you had only created distractions for yourself until you faced the problem head on, then you finally moved on. you found another man, treating you with love and care, you had a kid and at the time of his death, you decided to return to LA, where he owned an apartment.

your child played as you waited for the movers to take everything into the apartment and as they go to throw the ball, you hear a familiar “ouch”

you turn to apologize, seeing who you thought you wouldn’t see ever again

“hey ted”

“oh, hey n/n”

#ted nivison x y/n #ted nivison x you #ted nivison #ted nivison x reader #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich x y/n #chuckle sandwich x you

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copias-fluffy-asscheeks · 1 year

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Daddy Secondo HCs

But literally

Dad!Secondo

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He's never been too sure about having children, but once you, his prime mover, and him had visited the ministry's nursery often enough you had managed to change his mid and he had agreed, but the one thing he was not going to give in until you had a little rascal of your own, is that he secretly had the BIGGEST soft spot for them.

He was so supportive during your entire pregnancy, massaging you, smearing you beautifully plump belly with oils to avoid access skin and stretch marks, even though he had assured you he'd love you and think you're hot even if you did have them.

He WORSHIPED your tummy. He held it for you while resting his head on your shoulder so you could have a moment free from the strain in your back, he loved talking to his baby even though they weren't born yet, he'd play his new songs through headphones that he'd place against your belly for the baby to listen to.

One time, he even played Jigolo Har Megiddo to them, and you only realized when you recognized it half way, hearing it ever so faintly coming from your belly where the headphones were. You had smacked the headphones away wit ha laugh, shaking your head in mock disapproval and hissing some half-hearted words in a scolding tone. ''Ah, but Cuore, they will have to learn some day.'' He hummed, giving a lazy grin.

You had smacked him with a pillow, but, of course he flicked that again, and It happened many more times.

He pampered you so much during your entire pregnancy, even when you told him not too, but you both knew how much you enjoyed it. He massaged you, bought you sweets, cooked you pasta, helped you wash and treated you like a goddess.

Whenever you told him not to pamper you, he merely shushed you with a kiss. Really, all he had to do was pump his seedlings into you a few times, and here you were creating an entire human in the safety of your belly? He could handle the rest, trust me.

During the actual delivery, he was a sweetheart, not asking too many questions and not bothering the nurses and doctors, letting you squeeze his hand for support.

He had tears in his eyes. Actual tears. He did't know if they were from the hidden emotion of the joy that his baby was finally almost here, of because you were squeezing his hand so tight.

He's a big strong one, but DAMN you had a grip. He swore he felt his bones being rearranged at that.

When he finally got to hold his baby, the tears were actively flowing, and he had no desire to try and stop them for once.

He let it all flow, and after a good fifteen minutes he finally calmed down,stroking your hair and non-stop prepping kisses to your temple as the little bundle rested on your chest.

His voice hoarse with adoration, he had murmured ''La mia regina e la mia (principessa/principe).''

He was the best father, desperate to prove himself and give his child the life with their actual father that he and his brothers hadn't had. He was so gentle, and it was beautiful seeing him with his guard down whenever he was with them, so at ease and so himself.

He was so gentle and patient, more than you had ever seen him be, and even though he had always been way more sweet to you he seemed to love and adore you even more, his affection for the both of you only blooming.

He was ecstatic when the baby's first words were ''Papa.'' He literally shrieked and took them into he biggest hug ever, rocking them back and forth and asking them to try and say it again, glancing up at you where you sat with a camera, with tears of pure joy in his eyes. He was a vision.

As soon as the baby learned to talk a few words and got more vocal, he started to try and learn them Italian.

At some point he had cornered you in the kitchen, you baby fast asleep in their crib. He placed kisses all over your face before placing one on your lips, murmuring there ''ne voglio un altro.''<3

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Taglist: @papasmicstand @sweatandwoe @lightbluuestars @ghoulettka @copias-girl @random-bl-fan

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howlingday · 3 months

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Bug!AU: El semblante de jaune funciona igual de transferencia de aura, pero me puse a pensar las semblantes son la parte más pura de los cazadores y funciona con aura básicamente su alma hecha armadura así que pasaría si se inyecta alma ajena a la persona, aura errónea por así decirl. El resultado es un mal funcionamiento del semblante, dependiendo de la cantidad de aura transferida será la duración y un cambio mas drástico

Ruby: Se ve ralentizado enormemente llegando en ocasiones casi parando en el tiempo, en otras ocasiones hace que en lugar de acelerar su cuerpo se acelere su cerebro lo cual la vuelve más hiperactiva de lo normal, pero a cambio se vuelve mas lista irónicamente se concentra más

Weiss: El trató con los glifos es raro al ser una semblante muy completa y versátil los cambios se vuelven más aleatorios de lo normal. Cosas menores cómo afectar un punto específico cómo la dilatación de tiempo, alterar las invocaciónes pasando de un beowolf y ursa a un corgi y un muñeco de nieve. Hasta una alteración completa de su consistencia de pasando a deteretirsen en un charco de agua a esfumarse en vapor incluso una vez de prendieron en fuego

Pyrrha: Esta semblante probablemente tiene los mejores cambios llegando a no tener muchos problemas. Su polaridad a pasado de pasar de controlar sólo metal controlar madera, si bien no es tan útil cómo antes en una misión fue capaz de utilizar la mitad de un bosque para defenderse de un ataque grimm, y la variante más peligrosa hasta la fecha es control sobre los cuerpos humanos llegando a mover los, pegarlos, hasta imantarlos

Ese día fue muy divertido al ver todas las bandejas de comida, casilleros y armas pegarse a cardin.

Pd: Este fue la primera pregunta que di y me respondieron (howlingday) así que le tengo cierto cariño pero no me termina de convencer algunas partes lo más probable es que lo haga un tipo de antolantología

Si alguien tiene ideas para el restó háganmelo saber.

Bug!AU: Jaune's semblance works the same as aura transfer, but I started to think the semblance is the purest part of the hunters and it works with aura basically his soul made into armor so what would happen if a foreign soul was injected into the person, erroneous aura so to speak. The result is a malfunction of the appearance, depending on the amount of aura transferred, the duration and a more drastic change. Ruby: She is slowed down enormously, sometimes almost stopping in time. On other occasions, it causes her brain to accelerate instead of herself accelerating, which makes her more hyperactive than normal, but in exchange she becomes smarter, ironically, she concentrates more. Weiss: The treatment with the glyphs is strange as it is a very complete and versatile semblance, the changes become more random than normal. Minor things like affecting a specific point like time dilation, altering the summons going from a beowolf and ursa to a corgi and a snowman. Up to a complete alteration of its consistency, from decaying in a puddle of water to disappearing into steam, even once set on fire. Pyrrha: This semblance probably has the best changes while not having many problems. Her polarity has gone from controlling only metal to controlling wood, although it is not as useful as before in a mission, she was able to use half of a forest to defend herself from a Grimm attack, and the most dangerous variant to date is control on human bodies, moving them, sticking them, even magnetizing them. That day was a lot of fun seeing all the food trays, lockers and weapons stick to Cardin. PS: This was the first question I asked, and they answered me (howlingday), so I have a certain affection for it, but I'm not convinced by some parts, it's most likely that some type of anthology did it. If anyone has ideas for the rest let me know.

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Aw, it's very sweet of you to remember that, though I have to admit I can't seem to remember the question. I like the idea, though, that Jaune's semblance helps as much as it hinders by applying an unfortunate side-effect, like a glitch or a "bug". If I may add one more...

Ren: His semblance is super-charged to the most lethargic degree possible. Even Professor Oobleck, when caught in it, starts to slow down and yawn. On the one hand, the Grimm aren't able to find anyone to attack them. On the other, though, everybody feels so sleepy all of a sudden.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #rwby au #bug!au #jaune bug au #jaune bug!au

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skywarpie · 2 years

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hey remember when i talked about that rat bringing its owner its babies and how copia would love that? yea well here’s the fic to accompany it; additional dad Copia for your enjoyment.

AO3 link 881 Words.

Copia hums under his breath as he readjusts the tiny bundle that’s nestled in his arms. He’s never really had much experience when it comes to babies. Granted he always seems to have the magic touch, something that the mothers of the ministry see fit to exploit when their babies won’t stop crying. Once in his arms they always seem to settle and Copia assumes that’s probably a good thing because it’s at least given him a little practice with tiny humans. Not that he minds, there’s always something comforting about holding a baby, at least to him. That and he’s always a little sad to see them go when their parents deem it suitable to reclaim them.

This one is different though. This baby is his and he never has to put her down (even though his Prime Mover insists that the infant doesn’t need to be held at every waking moment, Copia digresses).

Truthfully speaking, being a father isn’t something that Copia ever thought was in his cards. Every time he’s seemed to get ahead in his life, something has come around to knock him back down three notches. It only made sense that he’d probably never have a family of his own. Good things were rare and in between for him.

It seemed his luck had changed for the better though once he was elevated to Papa. Not that he was complaining. In his opinion, Copia could care less about the title as long as he got to keep his tiny family.

The bundle in his arms shifts and lets out a soft coo as she scratches her tiny face.

“Ah, la mia bambina!” His voice is soft but it’s easy to hear the ever growing panic in Copia’s voice. He nudges the pink blanket away from the baby’s face, gently grabbing her tiny hand before she can scratch her face by accident. His Prime Mover says he’s more anxious than them, which theoretically isn’t wrong. The whole first week the baby had been in the world, he’d diligently sat closely, listening to her breathing to ensure it was normal and there were no hiccups. A bit of overkill probably, but he couldn’t help it. Copia has spent a lifetime having things he’s loved or enjoyed ripped from him.

The baby grunts her frustration but settles back down with a yawn, causing a large goofy smile to stretch across Copia’s face.

There’s a light scratching sound that catches his attention, his eyes raising to look off to the corner of his desk. A tiny fawn rat comes scurrying up the side of his work station, trotting all the way over. The rat stops once it’s in front of him and it drops the tiny blob that it’s been carrying. The rat looks up to him expectantly, its tiny eyes blinking rapidly.

“Tagliatelle!” Copia does his best to keep his voice low. “Where have you been, ragazza matta?” He smiles, his eyes catching on the tiny bundle moving on his desk. An even wider grin paints his face, it stretches all the way to his eyes, signifying his joy. “La ragazza disubbidiente.” Copia scoops the baby rodent up from his desk top, holding it like it’s made of fine glass. “I guess this answers my question, eh?”

As if in response the rodent takes off, only to return a few seconds later with another baby, then another, and another. She repeats this until there are a total of eight rat pups situated on Copia’s desk. “I suppose congratulazioni are in order.” He laughs, delighted.

Tagliatelle makes a fuss of moving her tiny babies when they start to get too far away from her, going so far as to pluck one by its middle section and place it back in her reach.

“Oh!” It’s as if the thought has just dawned on him. “If we are showing off babies, it is only fair I share mine with you, eh?” Carefully he maneuvers his arms until the baby’s face is in clear view of the rat.

The rodent scurries over, her nose twitching as she sniffs at the tiny face wrapped in blankets. Her whiskers tickle the small face, resulting in a delighted coo and grin.

Copia’s eyebrows raise high enough that they could reach his hairline. “She likes you!” It’s a bit louder than he wanted it to be. The infant in his arms letting him know with a frustrated cry. A sorry expression settles on his face as he looks back to the rat. “She likes you.” He whispers it this time, as if the rodent didn’t just hear his delighted outburst.

Tagliatelle spends a moment more smelling along the baby's face before she turns and makes her way back to her own babies. She snatches one by the scruff as it gets too close to the edge and drags it back to the pile to be with its siblings.

The goofy smile he’s been wearing still rests on Copia’s face. As if he already couldn’t love his child any more, her reaction, though most would chalk up to being a baby's reflexes, to his rodent makes his heart swell even more. Yes, he has spent a lifetime losing things he holds dear, but this time will be different.

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Tagliatelle - Noodles ragazza matta - Crazy girl La ragazza disubbidiente - Naughty girl congratulazioni - congratulations

#the band ghost #okay to reblog i guess #i have no excuse for this #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #skywarpie writes #i need a dad copia tag huh #he just loves his baby and his rats a lot okay #this is very much self indulgent #dont @ me

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aricastmblr · 9 months

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allthingsfangirl101 · 1 year

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Seeing You For The First Time–Joe Keery

Joe's POV

I carried a box into the empty apartment. I couldn't help but overanalyze the safety of this place.

"That should go in the kitchen."

I turned around to see Y/N walking in with a box in her arms. I quickly put the box I was carrying down and ran over to her. I grabbed the box out of her hands and put it down.

"I can carry boxes," she teased me.

"Doesn't mean you should."

Y/N and I have been best friends since we were little. She moved in across the street and didn't have any friends. My mom was talking to her mom and they were worried about her. My mom asked me to befriend her. We instantly clicked and soon we were inseparable.

I moved to LA last year and it was the most depressing year of my life. Sure, I landed my role as Steve Harrington in Stranger Things. But it drove me crazy being away from Y/N. After weeks of begging and pleading and negotiating, I got Y/N to agree to move to LA.

Her new apartment is a ten-minute walk from mine. I plan on being over there all the time. Or having her at my place all the time. While I'm filming, Y/N is going to art school. She's an incredible artist. She won multiple awards and was the star of every art show in school. She also helped every theatre production with its backdrops. I have multiple Y/N Originals in my apartment.

My plan is to get Y/N a job working for Netflix. I may or may not have shown the Russo brothers some of her artwork. They loved it and were obsessed with the idea of Y/N working with us. They don't even care if she goes to art school or not. They want her to work with us starting next season. I just need to sneakily introduce her to the cast and get her invested before they officially offer her the job.

"Seriously, Joe," Y/N sighed as I carried in two boxes. "Please let me help you."

"Absolutely not," I said quickly. I put the boxes down, trying to hide how tired I was. But Y/N caught on. She grabbed her water and handed it to me.

"Thanks," I sighed.

"Please sit down," she begged. Before I could say anything, she grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the couch the movers put in a horrible place. She sat down, pulling me with her. She leaned her head on my shoulder as we relaxed.

"I'm really glad you decided to move here," I mumbled. "I've missed you like crazy."

"I've missed you too," she giggled.

"Want to come to set with me tomorrow? It could be fun," I offered.

"I'm in," Y/N shrugged.

"Great," I said, sounding a little happier than I should have. I cleared my throat, pretending like I was just coming up with this. "We could go to lunch. You could meet some of my costars. How about noon? We might be finishing the scene so you're probably gonna have to wait a little, if that's okay. I could take you on a quick tour of the set, head to my trailer, let me change real fast, and then I can take you to my favorite diner for lunch."

"Sounds great."

* * * * *

"Hawkins, Indiana is pretty cool," Y/N laughed after our tour. I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward my trailer.

"Who's this?"

We turned around to see Gaten walking toward us. He glanced down at our intertwined hands and smirked up at me.

"This is Y/N," I introduced, trying to ignore Gaten as he sent me his 'knowing' look. "She's my childhood best friend. She just moved here. Y/N, this is Gaten. He plays Dustin."

"It's nice to meet you," Y/N smiled.

"It's nice to meet you too," Gaten smirked. I really hoped she didn't catch on to the dumb look on his face.

"Well," I said, trying to get Y/N away from him, "we should get going."

Before either one of them said anything else, I pulled Y/N toward my trailer. Once we were safely inside, I let go of her hand and let out a sigh of relief.

"Everything okay?" Y/N laughed as she grabbed her purse off my couch.

"Yeah," I said, clearing my throat. "I was just. . . Gaten is a little uncontrollable. We always have to watch him."

"He's cute," she giggled as she walked over to me. I smiled when she looked up at me and stuck out her bottom lip.

"What's wrong, pouty?" I asked.

"I'm hungry."

I grabbed her hands and pulled her closer. "Then let's get you something to eat."

After lunch, we went back to set. We headed to my trailer and talked for a bit before I had to get back to work. I went the long way to the costume trailer so I could walk Y/N to her car.

"You're going to come over tonight, right?" She double-checked.

"Duh," I chuckled. "I'll pick up some food on my way over and I can help you finish unpacking."

"I'm already done," Y/N shrugged.

"What?!" I yelled making her giggle. "You did manual labor without your man?"

"My man has a full-time job," she laughed as she unlocked her car and opened her door. "He shouldn't be worried about me unpacking a couple of boxes when he's busy saving Hawkins."

"But his girl is so much more important to him than some kids in Hawkins," I said instantly. Y/N rolled her eyes as she laughed. She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek.

"I'll see you later," she said with a small chuckle. I stepped back as she got in the car. She started it and sent me a wave before pulling out of the parking lot. After making sure she was safely on her way home, I turned around and headed back to set.

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"Where's Y/N?" Gaten asked as he walked over to me with his knowing smirk.

"She's probably at home, unpacking or getting things ready. Her semester starts soon," I said slowly, not sure why he was looking at me like this. "What's wrong with you?"

"The two of you are adorable," he smirked.

"Y/N and me?"

"I especially love how you become a different guy around her."

"I do not," I scoffed. "I'm the same guy. I don't change for Y/N. She's the only one who. . ."

I stopped talking when I saw Gaten smirking at me.

"You really don't see it?" Gaten laughed.

"See what?" I asked, losing my patience.

"How much Y/N affects you," he smirked. "You completely change when Y/N's around you."

"I do not," I scoffed.

"Yes, you do," he pushed. "I've worked with you for over a year, Joe. I know you. But the Joe Keery that I saw the other day when you showed Y/N around? I've never met him."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I stuttered.

"Come on," Gaten scoffed. "You were acting like a puppy following your owner who just got home from a long vacation, terrified she was going to leave again. You're whipped."

"I'm not whipped," I said quickly. "Y/N's my best friend. Of course I'm going to act a little differently around her. I don't want her thinking Hollywood has changed me."

"Bullshit," he laughed. "You're whipped. You're whipped. Joe is whipped. Joe is whipped for Y/N. Y/N and Joe, sitting in a tree. He's in love with her but won't admit it!"

I ran my fingers through my hair as he skipped away from me. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw Y/N walking toward me. She watched Gaten skip away with a confused look on her face.

"What's with him?" She asked when she got to me.

"He's a weird little guy," I stuttered. I cleared my throat before asking, "You ready for lunch?"

"Of course," she said, still studying me.

Y/N shrugged and grabbed my hand. I couldn't ignore the zoo in my stomach as we walked through set, hand-in-hand. My stomach turned sour when I saw Gaten watching us.

We walked down the street to one of the neighborhood ma-and-pop pizza places. On the way back, I took her the long way through the park. I pulled her out of the way as the sprinklers started. All of a sudden, I heard Y/N let out a devious giggle.

"What's wrong with. . ."

Before I could finish asking her what was wrong, Y/N pushed me into the sprinklers. I turned around to see her smiling at her with fake innocence.

"Are you okay, Joey?" She asked. "You must've tripped."

"How clumsy of me," I smirked. Y/N gasped, turning into a giggle when I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my chest. I spun us around, the both of us getting completely soaked.

We started chasing each other through the sprinklers. We didn't care that people were watching us. Y/N always made me feel like this. I didn't care about anything anyone else had to say. As long as I made Y/N smile, that's all I cared about. She's all I cared about.

"Joe!" She shrieked. I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up. I walked over, out of the sprinklers, and set her down when we were out of the splash zone.

"We should go dry off," she giggled. "You still have three scenes to film."

My heart did a weird flip when she knew my schedule for the rest of the day. I grabbed her hand, unconsciously intertwining our fingers.

"We can go to my trailer," I said, pulling her with me. "I've got towels and you can steal one of my shirts."

"I love stealing your shirts!" Y/N said, jumping up and down excitedly.

"I love when you steal my shirts," I chuckled. "I should probably buy more if you're going to keep stealing them."

"One request?" She asked shyly.

"Anything, m'lady."

"Can you buy some that are a little bigger?" Y/N asked. "They're comfier to sleep in."

I'd do anything for you, I wanted to say.

"Sure thing," I said, instead.

We walked back to set without saying anything. I held her hand, checked before we crossed the street, and made sure she wasn't walking on the side closest to the street. When we got to set, we randomly started running and hiding around every corner.

"What are you two doing?!" Finn yelled at us.

"We're running," Y/N ran and giggled.

"Duh!" I agreed.

I grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her into my trailer. I slammed the door shut behind us and held her against my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around her.

"I think we're safe," I whispered.

"I think so," she whispered back.

I looked down, my breath getting caught in my throat when I saw her looking up at me. We stood in each other's arms, looking deeply into each other's eyes. A few minutes passed by without either one of us saying anything or moving.

"Joe," she whispered, finally breaking the silence. "I'm freezing."

"Oh yeah," I whispered. I let go of Y/N and quickly grabbed her a towel. I turned around to hand it to her and couldn't help but stare at her. We were both still pretty wet but Y/N somehow looked gorgeous.

"Thanks," Y/N smiled. She went to grab it but stopped. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. She looked at me for a second before finally grabbing the towel. She started to dry her hair but she kept looking at me because I wouldn't stop looking at her.

"Joe," she pushed, "what's wrong with you?"

"I need to confess something," I rushed out.

"What?"

I closed the gap between us, stepping in front of her. I took the towel out of her hands and tossed it onto my trailer couch without looking away from her.

"Joe?"

"The year without you was the worst year of my life," I started. "I missed you every day. Nothing I did was worth it without you by my side. But when you agreed to move here with me, I was extremely relieved. I need you, Y/N. In every aspect of my life. Work. Friendship. Relationship."

"Relationship?" She repeated, her voice under her breath.

"I'm crazy about you, Y/N," I whispered. "I've been crazy about you since we were kids. When you're with me, all I can think about is making sure you're safe and happy and having fun. When you're not with me, all I can think about is wishing you were with me. I never want you anywhere but next to me. I know this sounds kind of obsessive but, I'll be honest. I am obsessed with you, Y/N. In fact, I'm in love with you."

"You're what?" She asked, barely audible.

"I am madly, obsessively, completely in love with you," I said a little louder. "And I need you to tell me how you feel about. . ."

Y/N grabbed my face with both hands and smashed her lips to mine. I instantly tightened my arms around her waist, pulling her closer as I kissed her back. Things sped up as we collapsed onto my couch. It took everything in me not to push her onto her back, crawl on top of her, and fulfill every dream I've had about her.

I forced myself to break the kiss, both of us out of breath. I leaned my forehead against hers, catching my breath.

"Joe," she said, still breathing heavily. "I can't believe that you're in love with me."

"Of course I am," I said quickly. "How can I not be? I've been in love with you since. . ."

"I'm in love with you too," she cut me off.

This time, I initiated the kiss. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. I felt her smile against my lips as she kissed me back. Our lips moved in sync as I gently pushed her back so we were laying down. I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her pressed between me and the back of the couch.

We jumped apart when my phone started ringing. I groaned, forcing my anger down as I reached into my back pocket and answered the phone.

"What?"

"Hello to you too," Gaten chuckled. "Are you and Y/N back from lunch yet? We need you on set."

"Shit," I mumbled. "We just got back. I'll be right there."

I hung up and sat up, pulling Y/N with me. "I'm so sorry," I sighed. "I'd really like to continue. . . this but I have work to do."

Y/N stood on her toes and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. She broke the kiss and smiled at me.

"Come over tonight," she whispered. "We can pick up where we left off."

I pulled her into my chest and leaned down to kiss her. Our lips fit together perfectly, just like I dreamed they would. I broke the kiss with a small sigh.

"I'll pick up dinner on my way.

#joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #stranger things #friends to lovers

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noloveforned · 10 months

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tonight i'm on wlur from 8pm until midnight with the last 'regular' no love for ned of the year. hopefully next week will be a holiday show and we'll wrap up december with a 'best of 2003' show. if you're doing something fabulous with your friday night then you can always stream last week's show on mixcloud whenever you'd like!

no love for ned on wlur – december 8th, 2023 from 8-10pm

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thatswhatthepoetssay · 2 years

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Born in Flames |

Tate Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 1,012

synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..

We are born alone and we die alone, but what happens after?

The raindrops were flowing down the car window as houses passed me by in a frenzy of color. My parent’s car pulls at a stop next to the shiny black gates of the famous “Murder House.” The new residence of the Harmon family, the perfect home to start over.

“Alright girls, why don’t you head inside and pick out your bedrooms.” Says Vivian as she starts to gather her belongings.

The wooden floors creaked as Violet and I stepped through the threshold of the mansion. Walking up the grand staircase was like descending into the unknown yet familiar abyss. The smell of vinegar was overpowering to say the least, in an attempt to get away from it I stepped into the first room I could find.

It was a bedroom with cerulean colored walls, two windows next to each other and arcs decorating the ceiling. The room reminded me of my childhood, before my parent’s murder that is.

In 1994 both of my parents got invited to speak at a local high school. I was two years old when I received the news of my parents death. Turns out the day that they were visiting the school, some kid decided to play god. He shot and killed fifteen people that day, two of them being my parents.

Since Vivan knew my parents, she offered to adopt me. After a long plane ride from California to Massachusetts I finally met my step sister, Violet. During our childhood Vi and I got along quite well, but as high school came around we drifted apart.

Now because of Ben I was standing in a house a few blocks away from my family home. Finding out that you are moving to Los Angeles sounds like a dream right? Wrong, it felt more like a waking nightmare, but both Ben and Vivian were sure that this was the place to be.

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“So, is this the room that you picked?” Questions Violet as she enters the azule bedroom.

“Um yeah I guess so.. it has a nice atmosphere.” I answer while giving the room one last look.

After our short exchange both Violet and I head back downstairs to help our parents with the boxes. The movers arrived shortly after to move in our furniture and the heavier items. Overall the day seemed to be going quite well, peaceful even. That is until one of our neighbors decided to pay us an unexpected visit.

Turns out that said neighbour was a middle aged woman who lived in the house next to ours. She spent most of her visit talking to Vivian, but of course after a while she came around to greet the entire family. After a quick “hello” in Ben’s direction and a brisk conversation with Violet, it was my turn to meet the blonde woman.

“Saving the best for last I see… you must be YN. I’m Constance, I live next door.” Said the blonde as she made her way to where I was standing.

“Yes ma’am that’s me, it’s lovely to meet you.” I tried my best to sound as genuine as possible, but it was hard to deny that Constance gave me the creeps. Something about her just didn’t sit right with me.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes… and so well mannered.” Said Constance as she studied me for a few more moments before moving on. By the time she said her goodbyes to Ben and Vivian, I was already heading up the grand staircase.

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After a few more hours of unpacking, it was time to head off to bed. I grabbed my pajamas along with some hygiene products and headed off to the bathroom.

The cold water felt so refreshing against my flushed face, the LA heat was definitely no joke. As I continued splashing my face with the cooling liquid, I swear I felt a sudden gust of wind hit my bare legs.

Not bothering to wipe my face with the towel, I moved closer to the air conditioning duct. No matter how close my hand was to the vent, I couldn’t feel any of the frigid air from before. After a while I decided to forget about the incident and try to get some sleep.

My first night in the famous “Murder House” went by quickly and rather peacefully. For the first time in months I could truly say that I got a good night's rest. This was the first night in a long time that I didn’t have any nightmares, it felt as if someone scared them away.

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The following morning went by in a blurry haze, and before I knew it the time on the clock read four pm. I decided to head downstairs and make myself some chamomile tea. As I was waiting for the tea kettle I heard a light knock on the front door. When I opened it I was expecting to see Constance or maybe the mailman, however both of those guesses were wrong.

It was a boy around my age, if not a bit older, he had blonde curly hair and wore a 90’s style outfit.

“Hello, I’m Tate. I uh live next door.”

“I’m YN, come on in.” I responded as I moved out of the way so that he could get in the house.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” Tate commented on the decorations and furniture we put up the day prior.

“Oh um thanks, not to be rude but did you need something?” I questioned as the blonde looked at the picture frames hanging on the walls.

“Yeah actually here to see Ben Harmon.”

“You’re a patient of his?” I asked as my curiosity got the best of me.

Before Tate could answer, Ben came out of his office and introduced himself to the blonde. After a few minutes of small talk, Ben guided Tate towards the office and just like that both of them disappeared behind the closed doors.

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PS. Im going to be taking a break soon but I will be back here in a few weeks. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3

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copiousloverofcopia · 7 months

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💖✨💗Happy Lupercalia Ghesties!💗✨💖

In honor of the holiday, I am sharing my trade fic for the incredibly talented and sweet @sirlsplayland featuring Secondo and his beloved Marzanna (her OC).

Thank you so much for once again wanting me to write for you ghestie! I really appreciate all your support!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!!

Commissions are still open! See pinned post for details!

(if you want to read more stories with Marzanna and Secondo please see my pinned post under Secondo's section!)

Good Intentions

Secondo is about to take a huge leap, asking his beloved Marzanna to become his Prime Mover. Though his brothers want the best for him, their concerns for his wellbeing lead them and Secondo into trouble.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Read below the cut!

It was finally Uno night. Not unlike any other evening spent at the Abbey, except that the Emeritus brothers would find themselves all huddled together in the small clergy breakroom. Sitting around the old kitchen table as Primo poured drinks into glasses and Copia dealt out the cards. Readying themselves for a boy’s night, ready for the ritualistic banter to begin. All of them, usually in good spirits—for the most part.

Tonight was a bit different as Terzo entered the room in a slump. Plopping down into his chair like a sack of potatoes. Copia and Secondo, both raising their eyebrows at him. Watching as he let out a big sigh, reaching for his usual amaretto sour. Freshly poured by Primo.

“You’ve looked better.” chuckled Copia. Terzo, shooting him a look. His eyes scrunched up as he mocked Copia’s comment under his breath. Taking a swig of his drink before making his rebuttal.

“You’d look this way too stronzo if you were up all night with a screaming bambino and then had to be on confession duty all day.” he groaned, wiping his mouth of the escaped liquid before gesturing to Primo to hurry up and deal him in.

“You know if you’d stop having them every other year, you might be able to actually get some sleep fratellino.” Primo shrugged, tapping his cards on the table to even out the stack. The comment had struck a nerve, but Terzo knew all too well how true the observation was.

“We weren’t sure you were going to make it down…glad you did” Copia smiled, bouncing his leg as he waited for the game to begin. Finally Primo placed down the first card, a red 2 on the table.

“Yeah… yeah.” Terzo said, shaking his head as he placed down his own card. It was about then he noticed something peculiar. In all the comments and snark being thrown back and forth between them, there was a distinctive thing missing. A notable lack of participation by the one man who was usually all too happy to participate—Secondo.

He was sitting in his usual spot, like always. A whiskey in hand, like always. But his mind was clearly someplace else. Silent as the rest of them went about the game and pointed conversation. Only half heartedly paying attention to things to know when it was his turn.

“Hey…what's up with you?” Terzo asked him. The room of men, growing quiet as they all waited for his response. At first he didn’t even notice, his thoughts heavy with his decision. Only noticing when he felt it was time to place down his card that all eyes had fallen on him.

“It’s—It’s nothing, just play your damn turn.” he replied, waving his hand to hurry them on.

“Io la chiamo una stronzata.” Terzo jabbed. Secondo sending him a look of annoyance. He had no right too however, knowing all along they were right. He was absolutely distracted—by Marzanna.

It had been some time now since they first met. Secondo, recalling fondly that fateful day in the greenhouse when he had a gripe about Sister Imperator ready on his lips and a mind to seek out his brother’s advice.

It was then that he saw her—tending to Primo’s garden in his stead. Reserved and demure, so delicate in her task. It was clear to anyone who met her that she had a beautiful, kind heart. One that compared only to the beauty of her face. Her white streaked hair and delicate features, setting her apart from all the other sisters around her.

When their eyes locked together, Secondo could feel the warmth of her soul. She was unafraid to be herself with him and in that first moment—he knew. She made him feel young again, the way he did before the years of loneliness had withered down his heart. Her own calm demeanor, lending itself to help soft him. The bitterness of the past left behind him until there was nothing in its place but his feelings for her.

“You have been unusually quiet this evening Secondo.” Copia chimed in, setting down his card.

“If you all must know, I have made some decisions.” Secondo replied, ready to let out the secret he had been holding within himself. His fingertip, tracing the edge of his hand of cards as prepared the words to leave him.

“Oh?” asked Primo, almost certain he already knew.

“I am going to ask Marzanna to be my Prime Mover.” he explained.

“Pah! Sei serio?” Terzo asked, spitting out his drink. Choking a bit as Copia patted on his back. The two of them, in shock as Primo sat with a smug, assured smile.

“I had a feeling it would come to this.” he laughed.

“You smug bastard, how did you know?” Terzo asked. Primo shrugged again, he always seemed to know what was going on before anyone else. A fact which infuriated Terzo and Secondo most of the time.

“Forgive us Secondo… it's just well out of all of us. I would not expect you to take a Prime Mover.” Copia explained.

“Yeah, you don’t even like kids.” Terzo whined, standing up from the table in protest.

“I like kids.” Secondo quickly replied, raising up to meet with his brother’s eyes.

“You don’t like mine!” Terzo exclaimed, feeling a little insulted. Secondo rolled his eyes, unamused with his brother’s grumbling.

“That's not true I—”

“Va bene bambini, calmiamoci tutti.” Primo laughed gently pressing against Terzo and Secondo’s chest to settle them back down. “I am happy for you fratello.”

“Thank you.” Secondo smiled, thankful at least one of them was on his side.

“Old man, are you sure?” Terzo asked him. Both him and Copia, looking worried for him. Secondo smiled again, the look on his face was full of sincerity.

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life. What do you all have against Marzanna anyway?” he groaned.

“Oh no, it's not that…well maybe a bit Secondo. We just…well we don’t wanna see you hurt.” Copia explained, Terzo nodding along with him.

“I can assure you both Marzanna is a fine woman and perfectly suited to him.” Primo told them.

“We just don’t want to see your hurt again Secondo… that's all.” Copia said, trying to reason with him but it was too late.

“Voi due non sapete di cosa state parlando. Idioti.” Secondo hissed before storming out of the breakroom, leaving his three brothers behind.

The next day Terzo was sitting in his office, drinking his espresso after another night of unrest when there was a knock. He sighed as he sat down his cup, getting up to reluctantly greet whomever was at the door. Opening it up to find Copia staring back at him.

“Buongiorno.” Copia smiled, shutting the door behind him. Terzo was already making his way back to the desk.

“Is it?” he asked him, the bags under his eyes speaking volumes for his state of being.

“The bambini keeping you up all night again?” Copia laughed, Terzo squinted his eyes at him and waved him to go sit down.

“What do you want, Copia?” he asked, waiting for him to get on with it. The former cardinal brought himself to sit in the chair opposite Terzo. Crossing one leg over the other and nervously bouncing it as he began his thought..

“I wanted to ask you, you know about all this Prime Mover stuff with Secondo…”

“What of it? If you don’t mind, I have another meeting in 20 minutes with Signora Anastasia about Mena’s behavior. She’s been biting people in her class again.” Terzo cringed, shaking his head and letting out a sigh. His mind, never far away from his own budding family. Especially when it came to the antics of his eldest daughter.

“Oh again?” Copia winced, knowing that the whole Ministry was in for it when it came to that child.

“Yes again… now what is it?” Terzo asked.

“Mi dispiace… I just wanted to ask what Alessandra thinks of it? You know since they are friends.” Copia continued, curious of what Terzo’s own Prime Mover thought about Secondo’s choice of a mate.

“She seems all for it actually. Not surprised, they are pretty close. Alé even told me that someone like Marzanna would be good for him. Though she did also tell me something I found to be interesting last night.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah… seems our would-be Prime Mover has been spending an awful lot of evenings lately in the Ghoul’s den.” he explained, a note of suspicion in his tone.

“Ghouls Den? Why?” Copia asked confusedly.

“Good question, that I don’t know and neither did Alé… said she wasn’t going to pry. But she didn’t say anything about you and I, not looking into it.” Terzo said, waiting for Copia to take the lead.

“Are you saying we should follow her in the Ghoul’s den and see what she’s up to?”

“You see, now that sounds like a good idea, old man. I’ll meet you in the refectory after dark—it’s a date.” Terzo laughed as he tapped Copia’s shoulder before heading out the door. Leaving Copia dumbfounded on just how easily he was conned into agreeing to it.

After dinner service, Terzo waited at the entryway to the refectory for Copia. Nodding and smiling at the odd sibling or ghoul passing by as he waited. Finally, when Copia came up to meet him, he was sipping the remains of his juice box. Terzo, rolling his eyes before motioning for him to turn around and set his sights on Marzanna.

“Ready?” Terzo asked him, watching Marzanna in the distance talking to Cumulus in the hall.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Copia responded when he felt a cold chill run down his spine. Turning around to see Secondo staring him down.

“And just what are the two of you up to?” he asked, both Terzo and Copia scrambling to come up with some reasonable excuse. Failing pitifully as they began to blurt out gibberish until Terzo finally took a moment to collect his thoughts.

“Us? What about you? What’s got you all sneaking up on us?” he asked. Secondo uncrossed his arms and let out a sigh. Both Copia and Terzo, now realizing they could relax.

“I was just coming to tell you both I was a bit out of line last night.”

“Oh?” Terzo asked snidely.

“Yes, you stronzo, but then I come over and catch you spying on Marzanna.” Secondo groaned, “Why is it that the two of you are so suspicious of her?”

“We just want to make sure she’s right for you…did you know she's been spending a lot of time with the ghouls lately?” Terzo asked him. Copia, giving him the side eye as he let out his admission. Wishing that they had kept things to themselves before involving Secondo. It was too late now, all three of them were in on the mission.

“I did not.” Secondo said, furrowing his brow. He had noticed that Marzanna had been acting strange the past couple of weeks. Wondering if he had to do with all the Lupercalian celebrations. Secondo was never one for grand gestures of affection—until Marz. Maybe she was needing more from him. Secondo hoping that she wasn’t getting something from the ghouls she couldn’t get from him. Frightened by the alternatives.

“Ah we should get going…seems she is on the move.” Copia commented as the three of them ducked behind the entryway. Peering around the corner to see Marz and Cumulus heading towards the Ghoul’s wing. All of them carefully, following behind, just close enough to keep up. Praying they wouldn’t be noticed.

When Marzanna and Cumulus arrived at the den, Sunshine, Cirrus, Mountain, Aurora, and Earth were waiting for them in the common room. Cumulus plopped down on the sofa, the TV ready and mountains of popcorn freshly popped was just waiting to be munched on for their evening ritual. Movies with the ghouls. A nightly tradition that had been helping Marz cope with her troubles.

“Marz, Luss… what are we watching tonight!” Aurora asked.

“Shaun of the Dead.” Cumulus said, clicking the remote to start up the old DVD player.

“Oh, come on. Didn’t we just watch that one?” Mountain protested.

“No. We watched Dawn of the Dead… definitely not the same thing.” Cirrus explained.

“Exactly.” Cumulus said, rolling her eyes as Marz and Aurora couldn’t help, but let out a chuckle. Marz was always so much more relaxed around them. The ghouls were a tight knit group and growing up in the Warsaw chapter, Marz was taken care of by them—more specifically the ghoulettes.

She didn't have a family of her own. They were the closest thing to it, like the siblings she never had. She needed them now more than ever. Overwhelmed with the feeling of suspicion and fear.

Scared that Secondo was beginning to question continuing their relationship. Marzanna, growing more worried as the days passed that Secondo wanted to break things off. Only making the situation worse for the things that remained still unsaid between them. Despite it all, she knew she still loved him and she wanted nothing more than for him to love her back.

“I don’t care what we watch honestly, I’m just glad you all are ok with me crashing.” Marz laughed, curling up on the sofa. Nuzzled her head on Cumulus’s lap as she began to relax. The ghoulette, running her fingers through her hair.

“Works for us. Popcorn?” Earth asked, ready to pass the large bowl, full of buttery popped kernels, Marz’s way.

“Ah…yeah maybe not tonight.” Marz said, waving her hand in protest.

“Your stomach, still giving you the icks?” Cumulus asked her, stopping her petting a moment in concern.

“Seems that way, though I suppose it's par for the course.” she replied, settling back down again just as the opening credits began.

“You're gonna have to figure out a way to tell him Marz… it's not gonna go away.” Cumulus reminded her. Pressing her lips into a smile before her friend replied.

“I know Luss. I know.”

The door to the ghoul common room was just down the hall as Copia, Terzo, and Secondo stared at it from atop the stairs. Each of them carefully timing their footfalls. Paying careful attention to their surroundings as they approached. All three men, completely overcome with fear—and all for different reasons.

Terzo was hoping he wouldn't get caught spying by Alessandra, Copia worried that Secondo would become enraged and take it out on them if something was going on with Marz, and Secondo—Secondo had begun to fear that maybe things between him and Marzanna were too good to be true.

When they reached the door, they argued in whispers about who would peek in. Finally deciding on Terzo—mostly so because he was the nosiest of the three. He took a moment to swallow back his apprehension and carefully brought his eyes to the crack in the doorway. Practically jumping out of his skin when he felt the weight of a hand tapping at his shoulder.

“And just what do you think you are doing stronzo?” a familiar deep voice asked. Terzo, turning back around to see Alessandra and Primo staring at the three of them. Both holding a look of disappointment on their faces.

“I can’t believe you… and you got Copia and Secondo to go in on your foolishness too?” Alé asked, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Alessandra really—” Secondo started, but immediately stopped when Alé whipped a look over to him. Telling him to stay out of it.

“Amore, it’s not what you think I–” Terzo began before Alé cut him off.

“Oh, so you aren’t spying on Marzanna to see what she’s doing in the ghoul’s common room?”

“Ok…it's exactly what it looks like, but Alé the man needs to know if he’s gonna ask her to…” Terzo started once more when they all began to hear the sounds of moaning and groaning from just beyond the door.

“Oh no it couldn’t be.” Copia said, hardly believing his ears. Without a second thought Terzo pushed open the door revealing Marz and the ghouls. All of them huddled together on the sofa in the dark while watching a scary movie.

“Unholy fuck!” Cumulus yelped as she jumped up off the sofa. Popcorn flying in the air as the lot of them all panicked at the sudden unexpected intrusion. Instantly Terzo, Secondo, and Copia felt horrible. What they had been worried was a torrid affair, turned out to be nothing more than a movie night with a group of friends.

Secondo now was concerned more than ever that with his indiscretion, Marz would certainly refuse him. Knowing how he hadn’t trusted her, spying on her like she was some common harlot who would disgrace him and the Emeritus name. It was clear he had made a mistake. Wondering to himself if that mistake would cost him everything.

“Sec… what are you doing here?” Marz asked, her hand over her mouth and heart still pounding inside her chest. Coming down fast from the heights of fight or flight. Secondo looked absolutely distraught—ashamed even.

“It wasn’t his fault, sorella, you see I may have… well we were just trying to help and…” Terzo said, trying to explain.

“He may have put his foot in his mouth and spoke on matters he had no right to speak on.” Primo said for him. Terzo, nodding his head in response. The ghouls remained quiet, Mountain and Earth watching as they ate the popcorn. Enjoying the drama unfold just as if they were still watching a movie.

“I don’t understand. Were you spying on me?” Marz asked him, looking into his eyes. Her mind, still swirling in confusion and worry.

“Yes we were but—” Copia began nervously explaining before Secondo placed his hand over his chest. Stopping him from continuing on.

“I—I was afraid that you might have been keeping things from me. I let myself be convinced of the possibility…and for that amore I am so deeply sorry.” Secondo apologized. Marz began looking down at her feet. Knowing that she was hiding something—-just not what they had been thinking.

“Oh Secondo I—” she began, sniffling back as she tried to stop herself from crying.

“No Marzanna, don’t… I hope you can forgive me. It’s just that I have been wanting to ask you something for some time now and… and I think the anxiety of what you may answer has been haunting me. So much so that I let it drive me to think you might be hiding things from me. Or maybe it was my way of trying to protect myself from pain again, but I know now that it only makes me hurt even more to think of a life without you.” Secondo confessed, pouring his heart out to Marz as the rest of the room fell quiet.

“What are you saying?” she asked, the tears unable to stop themselves from beading up in the corners of her eyes. Marz, nervously wringing her habit in her hands as she trembled.

“What I am saying is—Marzanna, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone else…” Secondo began, dropping down his knees before her.

“Oh my—” Marz said as he took her hand in his and stared up into her eyes.

“My heart has been wounded before and I have been afraid to love, but you—you have shown me what true love really is. What it means to love someone and to have them love you. I wake up every day thanking Lucifer that he has brought you into my life. Even from that first moment in the garden I felt it, there was something different about you. Something I never want to be without. I love you Marzanna and I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you. I want you to be my Prime Mover. For our love to manifest itself in physical form—for you and I to have a child. I want it all—and I want it with you.” Secondo confessed, laying bare his soul. His own eyes pricked and stinging with tears. Vulnerable in front of her and everyone else, a true testament for just how deep his love was for her.

“Oh Secondo, do you really mean it?” Marz asked him, noting Cumulus and Aurora off to the side practically chomping at the bit for her to tell him her own confession.

“I do, will you have me? Will you do me the honor of spending the rest of your days by my side—will you carry our child?”

“I—I have something I need to tell you.” Marz said, Secondo becoming instantly on edge for what may come next.

“I’m pregnant.” she said, with her whole chest. Her eyes closed as the tears came streaming down her cheeks. Secondo, rising up to his feet. Pulling Marzanna up in his arms. Spinning her around in pure joy as he kissed her deeply.

“Is it true amore?” he asked, Marz happily nodding her head and kissing him once more. Both of them, crying and smiling against each other’s lips.

“Oh shit… that was fast.” Terzo said, breaking the silence of the room. Alé, giving him a slap to the chest as she rolled her eyes. Primo, shaking his head knowing that he, along with the ghouls, had already known for weeks about Marzanna’s pregnancy.

“That's why she’s been hanging out with us a lot… trying to figure out a way to tell you. We picked up on it right away.” Aurora beamed.

“Oh, so that explains it then.” Copia said, putting it all together. Secondo finally set Marzanna’s feet back down on the floor. Both of them, stupidly smiling at one another. Like a pair of highschool lovers, starry eyed and overcome, when Secondo placed a gentle hand to her belly.

“How long have you known?” he smiled.

“For sometime now.” she admitted, smiling back.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We could have saved ourselves from all this mess.” Secondo said, chuckling a bit as his fingertips grazed the spot just above where his child slumbered inside her.

“I meant too, but I wasn’t sure how or when. Why didn’t you tell me you wanted me to be your Prime Mover?”

“I was worried I would get hurt again… but that is in the past now. I am ready for the future.”

“And this whole thing with them?” Marzanna laughed, motioning over to a very guilty looking Copia and Terzo.

“Don't mind them amore, they were just trying to help and well you know what they say about the road to Hell. it’s paved with—” Secondo began, hugging Marzanna before she finished his thought.

“Good intentions.” she smiled, kissing him once more.

Notes:

Sei serio?- Are you serious?

Va bene bambini, calmiamoci tutti- Alright children, let's all calm down.

Voi due non sapete di cosa state parlando. Idioti.- You two don’t know what youre talking about. Idiots.

Mi dispiace- I'm sorry

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