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taintedcigs · 9 months

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we’d still worship this love — e.m.

part two of even if it’s a false god.

pairing: modern!college!fboy eddie x fem!reader

warnings: smut!!!!!!, 18+, MINORS DNI. p in v, cr*ampie, unprotected s*x, angstangstangst, eddie regrets everything!!, jealous eddie, a bit of protective steve, drinking, swearing, praises, nicknames, fluff!!

summary: in which eddie regrets what he said to you. (wc:6.3k+)

a/n: literally the lyrics match up soooo well w the story imo im sorry for the last line ok i rlly tried to hold myself back not to directly write any lyrics lmao. this is CHEESY. i hate THE ENDING. as usual! but im so glad u guys liked pt. one and i didn't want to deprave any of u !!! i did not proof-read so pls ignore any mistakes!! hope u guys enjoy this lmk what u think mwah!!

Eddie sighed as he checked the kitchen, you were still nowhere to be found.

He had fucked up.

So badly.

He grabbed the half-empty red cup sitting on the kitchen stand. A whiff of alcohol hit his senses as soon as he tried to sniff it; it reeked, but Eddie didn’t care at this point, downing it like it was water.

He grabbed the pack of cigarettes sitting in his back pocket, walking miserably toward the backyard as he lit the cigarette sitting between his lips.

“Let’s get you to Steve’s, yeah?” The voice that passed by him was quick to grab his attention.

Robin.

“Robin?” He exclaimed excitedly, causing Robin to mouth “Don’t”.

He took a step to get closer to you but stopped quickly in his tracks; he had caused enough fucking damage.

He made his bed, and now he needed to lie in it.

He watched as you and Robin left, leaving him all alone.

2 HOURS LATER

DON’T ANSWER: im so fuckhjing sorry

DON’T ANSWER: i didnt fuckingmeanit lije that i swear

DON’T ANSWER: pls talk to me

DON’T ANSWER: r u at steve? i can come

DON’T ANSWER: pleaseeeeee we can’t leave things like this.

You heaved a sigh reading his texts, he was drunk again, and you weren’t going to entertain him.

You blocked this contact.

“He’s texting me.” You groaned, chucking your phone away as you plopped yourself onto Steve’s bed.

“What did he say?” Steve asked curiously.

“He wants to see me and talk, he’s drunk again.” You replied curtly, head still filled with the words he uttered to you.

“I just… I can’t believe he’d say that.” Robin chimed in, shaking her head.

“I could. He’s an asshole.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah… but I always thought he had a soft spot for you.” Robin muttered.

You chuckled dryly. “He has a soft spot for my body.” You crinkled with disgust.

Robin shook her head as she spoke. “No, I mean it, Y/N… I really don’t believe he meant it like—”

Steve was quick to interrupt. “Jesus, Robin, stop making excuses for him. I know he’s your friend and all, but he fucked up. And there’s nothing he can do now to ever take back the things he did to her!” He exclaimed, the two of them started bickering back and forth.

You wanted to sink into the bed; you so badly wanted to believe Robin, believe that Eddie’s words were all just a lie, just something he made up on the spot just because he was afraid.

But Steve was right—even if it was a lie, even if it was all a huge misunderstanding, nothing he could do would undo the amount of pain he caused you. The nights you spent sobbing—nothing could change that.

But a part of you also knew that, if Eddie ever caught you in a moment of weakness again, you’d do it all over again; you’d let him ruin you all over again, just to have him complete you for the mere seconds he made you feel loved.

The bickering and the storm in your mind stopped with a sudden knock on Steve’s door.

The three of you looked at each other in unison.

Shit.

Did that stupid bastard really have the audacity to come here?

You looked over at Steve with pity, about to open your mouth and beg, plead with him to do something, and he was quick to understand your train of thought. “I got this.” He muttered, hand squeezing your knee for comfort before he attended the door.

As soon as the door swung open, there he was, blood-shot eyes and messy hair framing his face. He was shitfaced and could barely stand against the door frame. “Munson.” Steve affirmed sternly.

“W—where is she?” Eddie slurred, barely even letting Steve speak.

“She’s not here.” Steve said without letting Eddie take a look.

“Look, man… I know she is, please—” He tried to push past him, but Steve stood his ground, blocking his way before his face turned cold.

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Steve almost hissed, the intensity of his gaze taking Eddie back.

“Don’t make this any harder and just leave, yeah?” Steve muttered, almost shutting the door before Eddie’s heavy boots interfered.

“Please.” Eddie pleaded, making Steve huff as he threw a quick glance your way, and you quickly shook your head, mouthing ‘no’s.

But that was it; Eddie barged in as he used Steve’s distraction to his advantage, you gasped when the door swung open, revealing Eddie.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, his gaze held guilt and relief. Guilty because of the fact that he uttered those words to you. But, relieved that he saw you, relieved that he could finally explain himself to you.

Yet you looked at him with such disgust that it ached his heart, putting on a heavy ache on his chest. Every breath he took now felt like a struggle.

“Don’t!” You seethed when he took a step toward you, Steve was quick to jump to your defence, but you waved him off.

“Leave.” You could feel your face grow hotter with rage each time you spoke, you didn’t want him here, you wanted him to disappear from the face of the earth.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” That was all that left his lips, his eyes were glinting with sadness, and his bottom lip trembled with guilt.

“You have the nerve… You have the fucking nerve.” You chuckled dryly, tongue rolling inside your cheek in anger.

“Please... Let me just explain,” He slurred.

His drunkenness made you more angry.

“I don’t want you to!” You hissed.

“I told you, I’m fucking done, Munson.” You spoke calmly, tears were threatening to spill, but you held your ground.

“One fucking minute, I swear—” You heaved a sigh, and another angry chuckle escaped from your throat as you looked at Steve, as if to tell him to kick him out, signaling for help.

“Alright,” Steve muttered. “She doesn’t wanna talk, Munson.” He spoke calmly as he held Eddie’s arm, trying to drag him out. Eddie’s protests fell deaf on your ear as you plopped yourself on the bed again, crying into Steve’s sheets as Robin played with your hair to reassure you.

1 MONTH LATER:

Thirty fucking days.

Eddie was going to lose his mind.

Blocked from everywhere, and you avoided him like the plague.

He knew he deserved to be shut out; he knew he didn’t deserve you. But even crumbs of information from you would have eased him.

Steve and Robin had been useless, except for today. Except for that cryptic message Robin sent him about you being at the party today. And he praised his lucky stars for that.

Until he made it to the party.

Until he finally saw you.

With Mr. Jock pinning you against the wall as you giggled at his unfunny jokes.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Don’t make a scene, Eddie. Don’t fucking make a scene—

His lips pressed together, jaw quick to clench as he couldn’t help the way he almost sprinted toward you. He didn’t know if it was out of pure jealousy, or the fact that he had missed you so goddamn much that he couldn’t stray away from you anymore.

“Hi, honey.” Eddie said sarcastically and chirpily, jealousy dripped from his tone, and he couldn’t help the intense gaze he had on the asshole.

You froze in your place as soon as you recognized the voice. What the fuck was he doing?

Standing between the two of you, “Who’s this?” Eddie spat, his hand aggressively pointing toward him.

You rolled your eyes before you turned to him. “Don’t,” You warned, your brows shooting up and a fiery flash apparent in your eyes.

“Who are you?” He narrowed his eyes at Eddie, and as if Eddie had been waiting for him to provoke him further, he gave a smug smirk. Body turning to face the asshole.

You panicked, and the ever-so apparent tension in the air grew thicker “No one.” You replied quickly, avoiding Eddie’s lingering gaze.

“Really? You’re gonna play that card, princess?” He gave you a dry chuckle, jealousy gnawed at his insides.

You squeezed your eyes shut to save yourself from embarrassment, but he wasn’t going to stop until this jerk wasn’t at your side.

“That’s not what you were saying the last time I saw you—” You were quick to cut him off with a warning gaze, your eyes widening.

“Eddie… This—this is Ethan.” You said through gritted teeth.

Eddie mocked a realization face, and you wanted to punch that smirk off of his stupid smug face. “Oh…” He laughed all-knowingly.

“That Ethan? The jock?” You narrowed your eyes, annoyance setting over your face, and you couldn’t handle the heat growing in your cheeks.

This asshole.

“I’m sorry, man.” He chuckled, giving Ethan a harsh slap on the shoulder, a slap that wasn’t friendly in the slightest bit—and you were sure now that the tension in the space the three of you shared could be cut through with a knife.

You cleared your throat to speak up, but Ethan did it before you. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

This was the provocation Eddie needed, and you knew it; you saw that mischievous glint glimmer in his eyes. “Oh, just that she was telling me all about how fucking horrible you—”

You interrupted Eddie with a nervous giggle. “Sooo sorry! He’s just a bit drunk!” You gave Ethan a panicked smile.

“I’ll see you around!” You called out, walking off while dragging Eddie as far away from him as possible with a harsh grip on his arm.

You probably didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you dragged him toward the closest empty room.

“What the fuck?!?” You yelled into his face.

He ignored your distress. “What are you doing with him?”

“None of your business.” You hissed.

“It is my business if you get with Mr Jock again.”

“I’m not getting with—” You lowered your voice mid-sentence, annoyance taking over.

“What part of ‘I don’t want to fucking see you ever again’ don’t you understand?” You let out through gritted teeth, your face heating from anger.

“Did you know…” He said, completely ignoring you, and you looked at him with the same angry expression, getting tired of his antics.

“When you get angry like that, a line crinkles on your forehead, and those sweet lips pout into a frown? You look so fuckin’ cute like that.” He murmured, leaning against the wall you trapped him into.

You let out an exasperated sigh, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “What the fuck is your problem?” You asked, brows furrowing.

“What the hell do you want from me?”

“You? I mean, eventually, I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep with you every night.” He smirked.

Fucking jerk.

You chuckled with an audible scoff. "Is this some kind of a joke?" You muttered under your breath, voice laced with irritation.

“You are so fucking irritating.” You spat, eyes narrowing.

“Just… just—Leave me alone.” Your voice lowered, your face was coming closer to his, and all Eddie could think about was how nice it was to have you this close to him again, to feel your warmth again.

You could see it, the emotions his gaze held, but you didn’t want to fall for his antics again, so you turned quickly to leave.

“Please.” His pleading and his hold on your arm were what made you stop in your tracks. The way his voice cracked, you could hear the desperation. If only you didn’t care about him this fucking much…

“Please—just, hear me out.” He was almost begging, and you knew you should be running, you knew you shouldn’t care, not even to spit the venom inside of you that had been building since that night.

But you can’t help it.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You asked, words coming out in a sharp and biting tone as your anger escalated.

“After what you said to me...” You looked at him with a piercing stare, your eyes practically emitting flashes of irritation.

“Do you have any fucking idea how much I can’t even stomach being around you?” Your nostrils flared with every breath you took.

“In fact, I hate you.” You spat.

“You hate me?” He asked, inching closer toward you.

“Yes!” You snapped.

“Then show me.” He challenged.

“W—what?” You stuttered, your confidence dissipating in a second as the room felt so fucking small when he was standing this close to you.

Your guard was so thinly veiled that one fucking word from him was enough to shatter it.

And you knew, with one or two more pushes from him, you’d give in. You’d give in, regardless; you had missed him more than you would ever let him know.

And you shouldn’t. You fucking shouldn’t.

“Take it out on me.” He whispered, gaze intentionally fixated on your lips.

“You hate me, fine! One last time. Get me out of your system.” He’s so close to your face that when he leans in to whisper in your ear, you can feel his hot breath on your neck.

He’s intoxicating—his endearing words, the jealousy, and the possessiveness—and you shouldn’t fucking fall for it.

But it feels different this time; something is so fucking different about him that it’s throwing you off. The way his pretty lips frame the words is convincing.

Making you believe that this would be the last time, making you believe that you could come clean off him if you had him just one more fucking time.

You don’t say anything when you give in, your gaze lingering on his lips.

His eyes are quick to trace your face, admiring all of your features in awe, regret filling every vein in his body, knowing that this would be the last time.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says roughly. He doesn’t let you respond, lets the petty comments die down your throat when he kisses you.

Oh, Jesus, Fucking Christ.

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage. There was something so bittersweet about the way he kissed you, knowing it was going to be the last. He twirled his tongue with yours, so needy and so fucking promising.

Eddie knew you better than the back of his hand, so when you started whimpering against his lips, your knees giving out, he knew you didn’t want to waste any time.

He guided you toward the bed, gentle as he had never been before. The two of you were slow to undress each other, savoring every fucking moment.

He let you lead everything, going only at your pace and making sure everything was up to your desires, purely catering to you.

You could sense it, see the difference in how intimate this was, compared to others where it was just senselessly fucking, this was passionate, and it was killing the two of you.

Rather than just pushing into it, he kept his gaze on you, admiring the way your chest rose up and down as his calloused hands slid further down your body, nipples hardening when his hands stopped to ghost over your thighs.

His other hand rested on your breasts, and he didn’t hesitate to latch his tongue on it, sucking while his other fingers toyed with your entrance.

You mewled; you weren’t going to hold back. “Moremoremore.”

But he didn’t move an inch.

That greedy bastard.

“More,” You pleaded louder this time, growing impatient.

Eddie looked at you with such hunger in his eyes that it had your core throbbing. “I’m gonna give you every fucking thing you need, honey.” He promised.

“But I need… this. I need this memory of you engraved into my brain, forever.” He groaned, giving all of his attention to every part of your body.

You were quick to nod, quick to oblige him, especially when he made you feel this fucking good.

But you couldn’t help it, you needed him. Especially when he was everywhere, hands gliding all over your body, making you whimper with just his touch.

And the way you looked at him was so fucking tempting that he was almost going to explode, you were pleading with your gaze, telling him to take you… fully. To make you his, one last fucking time.

He could recognize the weight your gaze held, almost as if he understood your train of thought, he pressed his thumb further into your clit, circling around it as your core clenched on nothing.

“Please,” You begged.

“Such an impatient, baby,” He muttered into your skin, pushing past your folds as he earned a low groan from you.

“Missed those sweet noises,” He hummed, doing everything in his power to not pound into you right away, the way your cunt was gushing for him, the way you pleaded, Eddie was sure he’d burst if he had to wait more.

With a tender touch, he tucked your hair back. “You have no clue how fuckin’ insane you make me.” He pressed a sloppy kiss, his hands were still working their way through your folds.

“Each time I’m around you… it’s like I lose all my fuckin’ senses.” He slurred into your ear, his cock was straining his boxers, and you looked so fucking perfect beneath him, looking all fucked when he had barely touched.

But you ignored it. Ignored every one of his words, you didn’t need his sappy shit; you didn’t need another reason to stay.

You just needed to feel good.

“Please, fuck, baby, please,” You whimpered softly, your nails digging harshly into his back, making his cock twitch more and more.

Baby.

He doesn’t even remember the last time you called him that, and it shouldn’t bring a stupid, childish grin to his face, but it does.

He’s ready to put everything behind him, start over, and do whatever you say.

But he’s sure you will never let him.

“I need you, Eds.” You murmured, eyes gazing into his; a mixture of tenderness and longing overtaking your features, speaking to him without uttering a single word.

That was all it took for him to free his hard cock from his boxers, his pink-tip burning with desire as it faced you, beads of pre-cum dripping from it as you smeared it all over, giving it a few pumps before you placed it into your entrance.

The low groans that escaped Eddie’s lips were so fucking loud, filling the room, and you loved it. You loved the strained sounds he made with one touch from you.

He didn’t hesitate to push himself deep inside of you without a warning, the space now being filled with both of your contented groans.

“Holy fuck,” He breathed, head tilted back as he grinned at the sight in front of him.

You with your mouth hung open, murmuring his name as you took his cock like the good fucking girl that you were.

“Takin’ me so well, angel,” He praised, “Baby, so fuckin’ tight, mhmm.” He placed sloppy kisses between your jaw and the line of your neck, grunting as he pounded his cock in and out of you with a speed that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You were lost in him now, lost in the pure passion and affection Eddie provided you. You never felt this fucking good; you never felt this fucking close to him, breathing heavily as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

Everything was so fucking intense that you could barely breathe.

“Look at how well your sweet cunt is takin’ me in.” Eddie moaned, watching the way his cock disappeared into you, nuzzling him with your warmth.

“Fuckfuckfuck. S’fuckin’ warm, honey.” He muttered the deeper he pushed into you, and your walls were quick to clench around his throbbing cock.

You arched your back into him as you rocked your hips toward him.

You wanted him deeper and deeper, faster and faster, his every moment was euphoric, and you needed him, more and more.

He was making you greedy.

God, you wanted to hate him so fucking bad.

He groaned at your impatience, relished in the way you grunted your hips more into his cock, he chuckled smugly. “Greedy baby,” He muttered.

You ignored his taunting while you begged for more.

“Shut up,” You murmured, teasing him back.

And it was a huge mistake.

He cursed as he pulled out of you, and you whined at the emptiness, “Shit, shit, ‘m sorry” You whispered, but he ignored you, continuing his teasing while all you could do was thrash beneath him.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” You begged, causing him to smirk down at you.

And even though your pleas were heavenly, Eddie was in no mood to stray away from you, he needed to be inside of you.

He needed to feel your walls hugging his cock, he needed to be as close to you as he possibly could.

“I would never say no to you, doll.” He mocked, rocking his hips into you with such force that the whimper that slipped past your lips was sinful.

“All fuckin’ mine, yea?” He whimpered needily, and you nodded without hesitation, even though you both knew that wasn’t true.

You shuddered underneath him; he was filling you to the brim, and you cherished every fucking second of it.

“Eddie…” You barely let out a breath; the pleasure and sensation of each of his movements overwhelmed you.

He cooed, “S’stuffed with my cock that you can barely speak, doll?” He asked mockingly.

You nodded without hesitation, eyes squeezed shut. “I—Fuck…” Your head was dizzy, incoherent babbles were the only thing that escaped your lips, and Eddie knew, he knew you were close by the way your legs trembled.

“Fuck… honey—I know.” He purred cockily, his hips pushing further into you with a glorious thrust. “I feel the same, baby.” He groaned when you clenched around him again.

“My perfect girl.” He muttered as he continued his pace, his cock rocking into you further and faster—as if it were possible—earning low pleads from you in return.

“I never—I never thought being with someone could ever feel this way,” He whispered into your ear.

Don’t let him get to you; don’t fucking let his words get to you.

But fuck—does everything with him feel so fucking good.

“But, shit, you’re so different…” He muttered, his pace continuing as he grunted between his sentences.

“You’re so fucking different.” You avoided his gaze, the emotion it held was too fucking much for you to handle.

You tried to ignore it, tried to ignore the way you felt the hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Your emotions were a mess.

It felt good, and he felt good; his words, his fucking cock inside of you, everything felt so fucking good. It was the temporary fix you needed.

“Don’t do this to me, Munson.” You barely let out, he could feel your thighs trembling.

“I…I never felt this way before… Jesus—Fuck.” The rocking motion of his hips became rougher each time he spoke; you were clenching around him, getting tighter and tighter, driving the both of you into insane heights of pleasure.

“I think I lo—” You snapped from your hazy state of pleasure; each of his words was like a stab at your fresh wound, the one he fucking created.

“Don’t,” You warned him sternly, interrupting before he could get another vowel out.

"Don’t fucking finish that sentence. Don’t do that with me.”

“I know you. It's not working on me." You whispered.

“But—” He pleaded, and you interrupted again.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, don’t ruin this.” The words were harsh as they left your lips.

“Don’t say things to make me doubt this, to make it harder for me to leave.” There was such a vulnerability in your voice that he couldn't help but want to protest.

He wanted to tell you that it was all fucking true. That he was so fucking in love with you that he was sure he lost his mind.

Yet, you don’t let him speak, you don’t let his words fool you, not again.

You kiss him in a dizzyingly rough motion just to shut him up.

His skin slaps against yours, rough, as if he’s trying to take his frustrations out, and you let him, you let him pound into you senselessly. You let his cock drive into you further, not stopping until he’s sure he’s stuffed you to the brim.

“Eddie, fuck!” You mumble into his lips; your brows are drawn together, and he knows—he knows you are close.

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He cooed, and you nodded quickly. “Cum for me, honey.” He encouraged, not stopping his pace as he roughly thrusted his cock inside of your throbbing cunt one last time.

A gush of wetness pulsed out of you when you released around him, the strength of your orgasm was enough to choke you out, and white-hot flashes blurred your vision as he watched you in awe.

He wasn’t far behind, as the strained moans that escaped your throat drove him closer to the edge.

“Shitshit—s’fuckin’ perfect.” He grunted. The way your cunt convulsed around him was too much for him to handle. He slammed inside of you one last time.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck—” He growled against your hair as he came, his cock shrivelled inside your cunt, pulsing as he coated your walls with his warm cum, fucking his release inside of you.

The two of you stayed like that for a hot minute, bodies tangled to each other, both minds fuzzy as both of you tried to catch your breath.

You could feel tears brimming your eyes again when the realization hit you.

This was the last time.

And you needed to leave.

As soon as possible.

And that’s exactly what he’s afraid of, afraid of you leaving, forever.

You are quick to shake your thoughts off, quickly getting up to get dressed.

“Don’t,” He mutters, it’s barely audible.

You turn to him with a quizzed look. “Please… Just, please don’t leave.” He begs, it’s the last sight you expect, and the last thing you expect to hear.

And it should feel so fucking satisfying, to know he’s wrapped around your finger, to know he is practically pleading for you. But it doesn’t, it feels so fucking sentimental, and you hate it.

“You knew.” You muttered, putting on the clothes you so carelessly discarded.

“You wanted this to be the last time.” You whispered, not daring to look at him.

“I lied,” He was quick to reply.

“Eddie…” You heaved a sigh.

“Please, just fucking listen to me for once.” He breathed; you’re sure you’ve never heard him this determined.

“I’m a fucking idiot, and I’m the biggest coward in the whole fucking universe, okay?” You turn around to meet his gaze, it’s pitiful and heavy with guilt, and you wish you never cared about him.

You wish you could just throw your feelings away and leave him behind.

“I don’t deserve you!” He exclaimed, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Stop… just stop with the bullshit of making me pity you—” You replied angrily.

But he doesn’t let you finish.

“Look, Y/N. I want that with you, I want something real with you… Shit—more than anything.”

You chuckled, baffled. “Too fucking late for that.” You replied coldly.

“I—it doesn’t have to be!” He spoke, grasping at straws to get you to give him one more chance.

Just one more fucking chance.

“What good will it do?” You whispered.

“You know what I realized?” You asked, putting on your shirt as Eddie gazed at you with need.

“We’re both so beyond fucked up that...” You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Us—” You pointed toward the two of you. “We would never work!” You spat.

“I’m the last fucking girl for a relationship, and you’re the last fucking guy for a relationship.”

“That’s why it would be perfect!” He tried to reason, but you shook your head.

“No—no, it wouldn’t! We’d eat each other alive!” You exclaimed, but Eddie refused.

“So?” He shrugged.

“So? We’d just fight all the time! You really want a relationship that hard?”

“When did you become so fucking afraid to take a risk? A little challenge?” You narrowed your eyes.

He read you like a fucking book. You knew you weren’t afraid of a challenge.

You were afraid of getting hurt.

You were afraid of being more attached to him than you already were.

You were afraid of him running out once you decided to fully commit.

You knew it wasn’t all him; you were messed up in your own fucking way. Avoiding everything that felt too real was your specialty, because you’d rather be aching now than in the near future when he broke your heart again.

If you didn’t leave now, you never could.

“Goodbye, Eddie.” You muttered, shutting out whatever he was saying as you closed the door.

Eddie sat on the bed, alone with himself, and his mind that was spinning with thoughts and his own voice telling him that he fucked up.

He chucked his jacket to the ground as he rubbed his hands along his face in frustration.

He had truly done it this time, he had lost you.

Forever.

But did he have to?

Did he need to be a fucking coward again?

Why would he give up this fucking fast when he didn’t tell you how he even felt?

Eddie got up in a hurry, sprinting toward the party like a man possessed, spinning around each girl he saw in the hopes that it might be you.

“Have you seen, Y/N?” He asked, and the blonde girl pointed toward the porch.

He muttered a quick ‘Thanks’ as he slipped through the bodies in his way as fast as he could, making his way onto the porch with anticipation, eyes glistening the second he spotted you.

You were sat on the cold wooden floor with your face buried into your hands, quiet sniffling was all Eddie heard. And he felt it again—that familiar ache—the same ache he felt the past month, when he couldn’t see you, talk to you, or know how you were doing. It returned instantly when he heard your sobs.

“Hey… hey…” He murmured, causing you to jump as you turned to him with swollen eyes and your mascara was quick to run down your cheeks.

“You’re gonna get cold, honey. Let’s get you up, yea?” He had never been this fucking caring, nor did he ever pine after you this much; he always held back, no matter what storms brewed in his mind.

He extended his arm for you to take, but you glared at him coldly. “What are you doing here, Eddie?”

“I need to talk to you.” He said.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You muttered, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want to—” Your rant was interrupted by his pleas.

“Please—just don’t say anything and just listen, please.” You sighed.

“Please, Y/N.”

“Fine.” You crossed your arms against your chest, your eyes still glistening with tears.

He inched closer to you. “These thirty fucking days I’ve spent away from you… It’s been torture, Y/N.” He shook his head.

“You—you have no fucking idea the things I did... The things I’ve tried to forget about us... Forget you.” His voice almost cracked, distress overtaking his features. He was sincere, so fucking honest that it was starting to make you afraid.

You couldn’t decide if it was him or the chilly breeze that sent shivers down your spine. “And no matter what I did, I still found myself itching for you. A part of me that I couldn’t fucking kill craved for you… to see you, to call you.”

You’d never seen him like this before.

Eddie was always guarded, all fun and teasing. Always turning serious shit into jokes.

And this was real. The only thing you wanted from him, the only thing you begged that he made a mockery of. The hypocrisy was appalling to you.

You opened your mouth, your brows had already furrowed, and he could tell you were going to curse him out, so he didn’t let you.

“I know… I’m a fucking hypocrite, I get it.” He whispered, and your eyes almost widened.

How the fuck did he read you that easily?

“And I’m so fucking sorry for everything I said.” He ran his hands through his curls, almost tugging them out for being an idiot.

“I was afraid, okay?” He heaved a sigh, hand ruffling through his messy hair.

You didn’t want to ask him what he was afraid of because you knew—because you were afraid of the same thing.

Your lips trembled with need; no words dared to come out of them.

“I was so fucking scared because I did the first thing we promised not to do.” He squeezed his eyes shut. You knew how bad he was with his feelings; you couldn’t even believe that he had made it this far.

“I think—No, I know.” He shook his head.

“I really fell for you.” He was ripping open your chest now, holding your heart out. Telling you he felt the same. A gasping, quiet noise escaped your lips; this was all you wanted—needed.

You’ve been this close to Eddie countless times before; hell, he probably fucked you at a much closer distance countless times before, but this was intimate.

“And I realized... I could lose everything in this fucked up world.” He took a deep breath, his face so close to yours that you could sense it. Sense every emotion radiating from his body—the vulnerability, the pain.

Each beat of your heart was like a drumroll against your chest; everything you longed for was there, a breath away from you.

“But not you. Oh god, not you.” His brows knitted together in a painful expression, and his voice was barely audible as he looked at you with a gaze that held you as the center of his universe.

You wanted to kiss him; you wanted his soft lips to graze against yours; you wanted to sob into him, melt into him, and become complete with him.

“W—what are you saying?” You asked, and you knew the answer, but you needed that confirmation, you needed those three words to leave his lips.

“I love you.” He said without hesitation, and you couldn’t help the childish grin that formed on your face, mirroring Eddie’s.

“I—You do?” You stuttered.

“Yeah… I love you so fucking much that it’s embarrassing, really.” He chuckled, still not able to comprehend your expressions; you looked… frozen.

“You, uh, you don’t have to say it back.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, all of this was so fucking new to him. What was he supposed to do now? Kiss you? No, no, no... He couldn’t do that because you didn’t say it back.��

“I’m sorry, shit, uhm—I honestly have no fucking clue what I’m doing,” He stuttered.

You gave him a warm smile. “I’d say you are doing well,” You whispered, scrunching your nose.

“Yeah?” He returned the smile—that goddamn smile that brought out his dimples.

God, you wanted to kiss him.

“You’re making it so hard for me to leave.” You muttered, turning around to take a breath as you shook your head.

Eddie sighed, hands quick to find yours as he turned you to face him. “Then don’t leave. Stay.”

His past words didn’t matter, and how your relationship started didn’t matter. None of it mattered now because Eddie was ready, ready to give himself fully to you. And he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

It was now or never. You heaved a sigh of breath as you looked into his eyes; you couldn’t help yourself. How could you not utter those words back to him?

“Jesus…When I told Robin that I was ready to fall in love again, I didn’t mean with you.”

You barely gave him any time to process your words as you smashed your lips with his.

It was as if passion was dripping from every move; it felt so fucking different to have this many emotions carrying your actions.

Before you could further it, taste him fully, Eddie pulled back slightly. You whined at the loss of contact. “Wait, wait, wait.” The words slipped past his lips quickly, eyes widening at your words.

“You—you? You are…?” He asked, baffled. He didn’t expect you to say it back.

He expected you to hate him forever. The thought of someone loving him was unfamiliar to him, especially to the extent that you did. Healing his fears without realizing it.

Your lips quirked into a smile. Why was he so idiotically cute?

You nodded, affirming him.

“Say it, please,” He pleaded, hands gentle as they cupped your cheeks. The look he gave you was mellow and your face tilted as you melted into his tender touch.

“I love you,” You muttered, eyes glinting with all the unspoken feelings you’ve been containing.

“Again.” A grin overtook his lips, and his widened eyes didn’t falter, shock and pure bliss apparent was written all over his face.

“Please,” He implored, brows softening each time you gave him that pretty smile.

“Soooo needy.” You narrowed your eyes jokingly.

“I love you,” You repeated, your gaze lingering on his honey-glazed eyes.

“Aren’t you a fucking dream?” You giggled, the dimples on his left cheek were pretty, he was so pretty.

“I love you more, honey.” He whispered, smashing his soft lips against yours.

And you invite him in to patch up the wounds he made, to give you the world, to love you fully; knowing that the blind faith transcended into something real, something worth worshiping.

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theyluvkarolina · 2 months

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𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐀𝐍-𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` balkans do it better!! ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ dna results say oscar is part ex-yugoslavian! and what better way to reconnect with your culture than with your balkan gf?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ oscar piastri x (fem) yugo-balkan!reader

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 ୨୧ none!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ reader is targeted for a specific group of people, however, all people are able to read and enjoy the story!

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ oscar having yugoslav ancestry is so loehfkw;ejh;liuehvei 😮‍💨😵‍💫 takes place after belgian gp. also idk if it’s obvi but i’ve been obsessed with the chicken date video and lando w/ amelia and their social media comments.

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y/n_l/n81 ✔︎

y/n_l/n81 moj australijanac ♡ I know the season isn't over yet but I'm so proud of you and everything you accomplished. from meeting each other due to our bad directions, to coming to your first ever f1 races and losing my voice from screaming at how scared i was for you on the track. loving you from now to forever! 🧡

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oscarpiastri ✔︎ those are definitely some photos of me..

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ they show how much of a cutie you are :)) → oscarpiastri ✔︎ …ok whatever you say → landonorris ✔︎ you don’t see it but he’s blushing and kicking his feet 🤭 🤭 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ is he really?? 🤭 → oscarpiastri ✔︎ no comment

username1 everyday i strive to have a relationship like y/n and oscar.

username2 they are so cute together 🥹

username3 when is it my time 😔

username4 does oscar fall asleep anywhere at any given time he can? 💀

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ trust me, his snoozing used to be worse before f1. → oscarpiastri ✔︎ no need to expose me like that 😐 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ oh ljubavi, you’ve been exposed for a while…

username5 i’m still new to the drivers and their gf’s… how did these two meet??? I never knew oscar had a gf.

→ username6 basically, oscar and y/n met when he was in school in england while she was on a trip in england with her friends as a graduation celebration! y/n’s friends decided to go watch a F3 race but she got lost in the paddock when trying to find the bathroom and met oscar trying to help her but then they both got lost because it was his first time there too😭

y/n_l/n81 posted a story 12 minutes ago!

oscarpiastri replied to your story!

oscarpiastri luckily? what does that mean

y/n_l/n81 :))

oscarpiastri oh no.

y/n_l/n81 oh yes.

oscarpiastri ✔︎

oscarpiastri it’s been fun in belgium but time for some rest and relaxation 👍 (karlo joins the journey as well)

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landonorris ✔︎ oscar blink twice if you need help

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ i’ve BEEN blinking. → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ don’t listen to him lando! he’s cranky without his nap → oscarpiastri ✔︎ no i’m not → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ sure…

username7 the y/n crumbbbsss 🤌 🤌 🤌

pierregasly ✔︎ what is with girls and packing so much 😅

fransiscac.gomes ✔︎ to have outfits for every occasion obviously 🙄 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ men just don’t get it → oscarpiastri ✔︎ ??? → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ don’t question me oscar. you know i know how long you've been wearing the same shorts for.

danielricciardo ✔︎ bare shoulder??? naughty boy oscar

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ please don’t say that ever again. → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ can a girl not sleep in a top for once?? 😞😞 → username8 LMAO

username9 KARLO MAKES A COMEBACK!!

*liked by y/n_l/n81!*

→ username10 who is karlo?? → username11 karlo is the stuffed koala y/n has! oscar got it for her on their first date when y/n came to Australia! and since she brought him to every race she went to. → username12 stop it that is so cute. 😭

username13 where you travelling to??

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ you’ll see 🤫 → username12 based on her insta story, she unintentionally spoiled where they were going 😭 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ SHHHHH

y/n_l/n81 posted a story 5 minutes ago!

landonorris replied to your story!

landonorris anytime 🙃 landonorris but for the love of god stop being so lovey dovey it makes me wanna puke

y/n_l/n81 you’re just jealous because you’re single

y/n_l/n81 jealous jealous boy

landonorris oh please i’m not single

y/n_l/n81 🤨🤨 really?

landonorris ofc i have amelia obvi 🙄 🙄

y/n_l/n81 …sure!

oscarpiastri ✔︎

oscarpiastri on the move. cya belgium 👋 ✈️

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username14 anyone know where they are going???

→ mclaren ✔︎ getting us a WDC 🏆 → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ not on my watch → mclaren ✔︎ :(

username15 wearing sweatpants is so real

username16 airplanes are so uncomfy for what

username17 based on y/n stories and her being yugo-balkan… i think we know where they are going.

markwebber ✔︎ stay safe kids 😊

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ will do 🫡 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ yes “dad” 🙃 → username18 *daddy → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ 🤨 📸

y/n_l/n81 posted a story 2 hours ago!

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎

📍 Slovenia

y/n_l/n81 sunny slovenia 🇸🇮 ☀️

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fransiscac.gomes ✔︎ you have to send cafè recs 🫣

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ ofccc anything for my gf 🫶 → pierregasly ✔︎ excuse me? → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ you’re excused.

username19 HELLO THE FOUNTAIN PHOTO???

→ username20 literally sobbing → username21 why can’t this be me. → username22 going to sleep in the middle of the highway! → username23 throwing myself off the san francisco bridge! → landonorris ✔︎ @ ameliadimz could be us fr??? → ameliadimz ✔︎ whatever you say pooks 😍😍

username24 where is the location? it’s so pretty!

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ ljubljana! it’s such a beautiful city 🫶

username25 the scenery is actually stunning.

oscarpiastri ✔︎

📍 Croatia

oscarpiastri captivating croatia 🇭🇷 🫧

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y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ who is that pretty lady?? 🥴

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ my gf, you might know her 😉 → landonorris ✔︎ awwwhhh 😊 (puking rn) → username26 HELP LANDO → username27 this man isn’t real 😭😭 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ i think you mean CHILD

username28 the water is actually not real cause it’s so pretty what

username29 okay oscar we see you with the shirtless pic

→ username30 HE’S TURNING INTO GEORGE 😭 → username31 STOP IT RN.

username32 little oscar is growing up 😢

georgerussell63 ✔︎ there can only be one good at shirtless photos.

→ username33 HELLO??

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ @ oscarpiastri thoughts on fritule?

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ delicious. tell baba to make more when we come over next time → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ 🥹🥹

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎

📍 Serbia

y/n_l/n81 stunning serbia 🇷🇸 ✨

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username34 these couple photos are so 🫠 🫠

→ landonorris ✔︎ annoying? → charles_leclerc ✔︎ cheesy? → danielricciardo ✔︎ disgustingly cute? → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ i’m → oscarpiastri ✔︎ 🫤

username35 HELLO THE CHURCH PHOTO??

→ username36 it’s literally so stunning → username37 the architecture??? the art??? out of this world. → username38 orthodox churches >>>> → username39 churches with good designs in general >>>

username40 y/n and oscar came back to insta, served cunt, then left.

→ username41 i aspire to be them.

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ @ oscarpiastri thoughts on ćevapi?

→ oscarpiastri 10/10 would eat again. but please don’t shove them down my throat this time 🫤 → danielricciardo kinky 😏

oscarpiastri ✔︎

📍 Bosnia and Herzegovina

oscarpiastri beautiful bosnia and hearty herzegovina 🇧🇦 🌿 (in the region of @ lailahsanovic *not denmark this time)

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lailahsanovic ✔︎ my sunning girl ❤️

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ mwah mwah → oscarpiastri ✔︎ thirsting over my gf in my own comments? → lailahsanovic ✔︎ get used to it 😊

username42 anyone noticed that y/n and oscar have matching captions for the countries they’ve been to??

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ finally! someone caught on 🥹

landonorris ✔︎ idk about you oscar but i feel like pushin y/n off the bridge

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ HELLO??? → oscarpiastri ✔︎ idk how to feel about you plotting to kill my gf 😬 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ you’re supposed to make sure i stay safe??? → landonorris ✔︎ trying to finish off where oscar pistorius left off 🤷‍♂️

username43 bro the greenery with the bridge??

username44 anyone know what bridge they are at?

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ it’s the Stari Most/Mostar bridge!

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ this ice cream remains superior 🥴🥴

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎

📍 Montenegro

y/n_l/n81 marvelous montenegro 🇲🇪 ⛰️

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username45 HELP THE OSCAR PHOTO

username46 never beating the polite cat allegations

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ @ oscarpiastri my handsome boy ❤️ all the mountains in the country but your still my best view :)

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ love you ❤️ → username47 you don’t see it but there are tears streaming down my face rn. → username48 WHY CAN’T I FIND LOVE LIKE THIS → username49 oscar is def giggling and kicking his feet rn → oscarpiastri ✔︎ i love my gf but i’m not sure if it’s that much 😅

username50 the mountains, the water, the oscar pic, y/n crumbs, everything is so 🤌🤌

oscarpiastri ✔︎

📍 North Macedonia

oscarpiastri miraculous macedonia 🇲🇰 ⛪️

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username51 THE Y/N PHOTO???

→ username52 OCAR ATE WITH THAT PHOT OF HER

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ best bf of the year award for this photo 🤭🤭

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ only for you 🙃

alexandrasaintmleux i can never get tired of these posts 😊

maxverstappen1 ✔︎ definitely getting ideas for vacation

→ kellypiquet ✔︎ 🫣 🫣

username53 i never know that macedonia had large bodies of water??

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ it’s the Ohrid lake! → username54 it doesn’t even look like a lake 😭 i thought it was the ocean

oscarpiastri and y/n_l/n81 ✔︎

oscarpiastri ✔︎ this has by far been the best exploration of countries i’ve been in. Taking a DNA to find out that I had the same ethnicity as my girlfriend is something I’ll be grateful for. I want to thank Y/N for taking (forcing) me to do this trip and take a dive on a side of a culture i never thought I’d get to know. From learning how to kolo (very badly 😅), to making palačinka, and eating some of the best sweets ever. So thank you, ljubavi moja ❤️

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y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ OSCCARRRR 🥹🥹 MWAH MWAH MWAH

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ MOJA LJUBAVI

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ ZLATO

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ DRAGI

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ i’m so happy you loved it ❤️

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ i will always enjoy anything you do

username55 the y/n spam 😭😭

username56 balkans do it better 🤷

Translations ;

moja australijanac ; my australian

moja ljubavi ; my love

zlato ; gold

dragi ; darling

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rubywonu · 7 months

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 - 𝘅𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗼

summary: in which minghao flirted with a woman at an art exhibition without realizing that she was the artist.

pairing: xu minghao x fem!reader

genre: meet cute, museum au!.

warnings: talks about struggles people face in life, kinds sad?

w/c: 0.9k

nia’s notes: i do not know where i was going with this, it may be rushed, idek anymore. but enjoy!!

this is part of cutetober!

if anyone knew minghao it was because of his crazy love for paintings and art museums. so it didn't come as a surprise when minghao decided to spend an entire day at the 'everything falls' art exhibition by yn.

even if someone was slightly interested in art, they knew of yn. so when the opportunity to visit one of your exhibitions minghao rushed to the museum. it always amused him how everyone knew of your name but not your face.

minghao walked inside the museum and just by seeing the hue of orange and brown in his peripheral view, he was sure that today was going to be amazing.

minghao slowly walked over to the first painting, basking in all the emotions. the first painting showed leaves falling from the sky, each of them more dry than the previous one. minghao took a look at the name of the painting, 'as time flies'. it was obvious what the painting was conveying but the way it portrayed the message intrigued minghao.

minghao walked to the next painting and his mouth was wide open. painted on the canvas, was a woman, her back bare as she stared at multiple mirrors, each being broken in different ways and the women in the mirrors being older or younger than another.

now minghao had gone to his share of muesems and exhibitions but they never had such a mind-blowing way to convey one's emotions.

"failed and flawed." minghao turned his head to the woman walking towards him. "it's my favorite painting." it was an understatement to say that the woman walking towards minghao was pretty, in his eyes that woman was drop-dead gorgeous.

"i haven't seen any more of them but this has to be the best one so far." minghao turned back to the canvas and each time he looked at it, a new meaning behind it evoked in him. "what's your interpretation?"

"my interpretation is that this young woman looks at herself through different eras of her life and she remembers all her failed attempts in life and how her life was flawed but they calm down after she realizes the beauty of the falls in her life." you finished still looking at the painting in front of you, minghao's eyes never left you though.

he never thought about it like that and it made so much more sense now that he understood yet another version of it. "it makes so much more sense after having a beautiful woman explain it to me."

if minghao could, he wanted to slap his face. he didn't know why he said that and more importantly he was worried how you would take the spontaneous flirting. to his surprise, you laughed and played along. "i hope so, i don't explain my thoughts about my paintings to anyone, you know."

just as minghao was going to continue, he stopped right in his tracks. "my paintings? what does that mean."

you smiled and turned towards minghao, putting your hand out for him to shake. "im yn, the artist of the 'everything fall' collection."

minghao's mouth for the second time that day was wide open. "oh my god." he rushed to shake your hand.

"you're yn? that's amazing. i love your work. and about the flirting im so sorry. minghao what were you thinking?" minghao started to ramble and it added to your entertainment as you laughed.

"it's alright. i actually enjoyed it, to be honest." you smiled at him, and minghao felt like the world was going to end. you looked like you deserved your own painting, you were stunning.

"if it's alright to ask you, what was your inspiration for such an intriguing collection." minghao asked you the question you tried to avoid for the evening but you wanted to spill it all out to him, he felt comfortable.

"it's ok, just don't sell it to a publisher." you joked around and minghao cracked a smile at your answer. "last year, i took a trip around the country and visited a bunch of villages. during my stay, i met a group of women from different places who told me about their lives and the lessons they learned during their time on this planet. they told me about incidents that changed the trajectory of their lives either for the better or worse. that's why i chose to paint this, i chose to express their grief in brush strokes and paint, i guess while listening to them, i found out about the struggles in my life as well, either i didn't want to confront them or i never knew they existed."

"if you look at all the paintings you can see how mellow the messages behind the paintings get. it starts off rough and dark but as you walk by the pictures you can the gradual calm settling in, it shows the emotions that people feel when negativity strikes their lives. it shows the way people deal with those emotions." you finished your little speech and minghao was awestruck.

you talked about your paintings and minghao felt like he could listen to them forever. although it was your first meeting, minghao felt like the two of you met a long time back, it felt like the two of you shared the same soul.

you didn't realize then but for the rest of your life, you and minghao would go on for hours about your interpretation of paintings. the only thing that changed was that instead of being strangers, the both of you would be soulmates, and the both of you would fall deep in love all because of some paintings.

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fuckinthewholetown · 2 months

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Fallingforyou - Matty Healy Chapter One

I’m kind of shitting myself posting this but, it is what it is. If you think it’s shit, feel free to tell me, but please be nice or I will cry. I’ve also only skimmed over this so if there’s any typos, please tell me so I can fix this.

Tags: Slight angst, swearing, mentions of religion, gay, probably bad writing

Word Count: 2309

As much as you love touring, you’re the first person to admit it can get repetitive. Wake up in a random hotel room, get to the venue, sound check, perform, and repeat.

However, today is different. Today you’re performing a sold out show at Wembley Stadium to 90,000 people. This is the day you’ve dreamt about since you were five, giving one woman performances to your parents in your living room. And the cherry on top is you get to do it with four of your best mates.

Your day starts off as normal, doing your skincare routine in a hotel bathroom in the heart of London. You’re living the dream. That is until you hear a knock at your door. As you’re walking over to answer it, you pull your hair out of the makeshift pony tail it was in previously. Before you could fully open the door, it barges open and your guitarist and best friend Maddie O’Connell storms into the room.

“We need to talk.” She says, pacing back and forth.

“Ok, calm down. There’s absolutely no reason to be this stressed. Take a crystal.” You say, pulling some green agate out of your bra. You’re met with no response, just a deadpan stare. “Noted, not in a crystals mood. What’s up, this is the best day of our careers, it must be something big to get you this stressed.”

“You have to look me in the eye and promise that you’re not going to freak out” She says, sitting down on a seat in the corner of the room.

“I promise. Unless you’re shagging Matty Healy or Harry Styles, then I revoke that promise”

“Not exactly… It’s Ross” She says, refusing to look you in the eye. You stay silent, internally freaking out but refusing to break the promise you made to her. She takes this as you not understanding what she’s on about “Ross Macdonald… The bassist of the”

“Yes, I know who you’re on about!” You say, cutting her off before she can say anything else and send you into even more of a mental breakdown. You stand up, now it’s your turn to pace the room. “You’re fucking the bassist of my favourite band and you just conveniently don’t tell me until 5 hours before the biggest show of our careers? I love you to death, but you need to get better timing babes”

“I know,” she says, still refusing to make eye contact with you, “and we’re not fucking. Well, we are but it’s more than that. I like him, and I think he likes me.”

“How long?”

“Six months…”

“Six months!” This information is enough to stop you in your tracks, “you’ve been shagging the human equivalent of Jesus for 6 months and you forgot to mention it!”

“I’m sorry! I knew you’d freak out because you’re a big fan and I wanted to make sure it was serious before I got your hopes up. However, I’ve kinda been forced into telling you.”

You sit back down, confused over her last statement. “What do you mean forced into telling me? If one of the girls is secretly a bitch and forcing you into this, we can become a group of four. I’m a big boy, I can sing and play an instrument at the same time.” That half joke is enough to make her finally make eye contact with you.

“It’s nothing like that, the girls don’t know yet you’re the first person I told. I’ve been forced into telling you because they’re coming tonight, all four of them are watching the show.” And that statement is the straw that broke the camels back, you’re officially freaking out.

“What? They’re watching us tonight? All four of them are watching us? Oh god, I have to look Matty Healy in the eyes knowing I’ve read the dirtiest tumblr fanfiction about him. I read one of him as a priest, oh god I’m going to hell!” You say, putting your head into your hands. Maddie on the other hand does not see the seriousness of this situation and bursts out laughing.

“Him as a priest? Didn’t strike you as the religious type.” A chuckle escapes your lips as you finally return the eye contact.

“I went to an all girls catholic school actually, I love Jesus.”

“You came out of that school with minor alcoholism and even more gay than you were when you went in, I think Jesus would be disappointed.” She quips back. You laugh, standing back up from your slight mental breakdown.

“I’m happy for you, I really am. When are they getting here?”

“Just before sound check.”

“Before sound check?” You respond, falling back into your mental breakdown. “That’s in less than an hour. I’m meeting my celebrity crush and your new fuck buddy in less than an hour? Get the fuck out, I need to do a full face in 20 minutes!”

You all but push her out the hotel room, scrambling to get ready for the biggest moment of your life.

After somehow managing to do your hair, makeup, and put on a hot ass outfit in under an hour, you walked into the green room at Wembley Stadium. What met your eyes was what could best be described as a sight out of 16 year olds you’s wet dream. All four members of The 1975 sat around the table, gossiping about who knows what. As you walk in, the room goes silent. Luckily, your bandmates are there to quell the awkwardness. The pianist of your band, Sienna Turner is the first to speak.

“Boys,” She says, standing up and dragging you by the forearm into the circle, “this is Y/N!” You were expecting to be met with blank stares, but instead the boys jump up to greet you, tackling you into bear hugs. It’s a warm welcome off everyone. Well, mostly everyone. The man you’ve loved since you were a teenager stays sat in the corner of the room, closed off and refusing to even acknowledge your existence. You figure it’s probably just him being an introvert, so you go over to introduce yourself personally.

“Hey.” You say, hoping for any kind of response. You don’t get one. No acknowledgement, no hey back, not even a snarky comment, he just ignores you. This is not how you imagined this day would go.

“Damn,” you follow up, “I knew you’re an Aries, but I didn’t think you’d act so much like one.” You let out a slight chuckle. He, on the other hand, does not find this so funny.

“Good God.” He responds, rolling his eyes and taking another sip of his drink.

He hates you. The man you’ve been enamored by for almost 10 years despises you. The only possible explanation is he’s seen your private TikTok reposts of endless thirst traps of himself. Nevertheless, you had a show to do. And if there’s on thing you can do despite external feelings, it’s fucking shit up on stage. You nail sound check, sounding better than you ever have. Probably a mix of adrenaline and frustration over the fact that your childhood crush seemingly hates you for absolutely no reason.

You exit stage after sound check, immediately going back to the green room to get ready for the actual show. As you’re getting your makeup and hair done, conversation flows. You and your friends are talking to the boys as if you’ve been friends for years and you didn’t just meet them an hour ago.

“So, Y/N. You’re into like crystals and shit aren’t you? What’s that like, I don’t really get it.” George says, turning all eyes on you.

“It’s not for everyone, but I find comfort in manifestation and things like that. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think incense will cure cancer but keeping rose quartz in my bra definitely isn’t going to hinder my love life.” You laugh, trying to keep your response brief.

“Bullshit.” Comes from the corner of the room. The first words you’ve heard from Matty since your brief conversation earlier in the day. The room falls silent and you feel a red hue cover your face. The longer the silence, the thicker the tension in the air. You clear your throat, trying to restrain yourself from going over to him and giving him a black eye.

“Like I said, it isn’t for everyone. I was cleansing my room once and my mum thought I was smoking weed. When I told her what I was doing, I think she’d have preferred if I was doing drugs.” Everyone starts laughing and the room erupts into conversation again as if nothing happened. Every so often, you catch a glimpse of Matty in the corner of your eye. He never seems to move, his phone in one hand and a beer in the other. As you zone out of the conversation, your mind moves to deciphering why on Earth he could hate you so much. Nothing comes to mind, you’ve never met him before and you’ve definitely said nothing bad about him publically. Quite the opposite in fact, as last year a drunk video of you singing Robbers went viral on TikTok.

You zoned out for so long, before you knew it it was time to go on stage and perform the biggest show of your life.

“Ok girlies!” Ava Fletcher, the drummer in your band and also the member you’ve known the longest, speaks up. “This is it. No pressure but there’s 90 thousand people out there who’ve come specifically to watch us, so if we put on a shit performance our careers are probably over. But absolutely no pressure, just have a good show.” You laugh, leaning into the group hug you do before every show however this one felt different. The sense of adrenaline and fear within the group was unlike anything before. There was a lot riding on this show, and if you fucked it up a lot of people would be disappointed. However, all of these feelings are washed away when you’re wrapped into a hug by George.

“Blow their fucking minds out their.” He whispers into your ear. All feelings of nervousness are washed away when you realise you’re being hugged by the drummer of your favourite band. You go around, being given motivational speeches by every member of the band. Well, almost every member other than, you guessed it, Matty. He encouraged every member of your band except you, walking off before you could get to him.

The beginning of every show is always the worst. Hearing the roaring crowds increases your heart rate tenfold, but the stakes are even higher for this show. With one last group hug, you put your in ears in and run on stage, ready to start the show. As the show goes on, you occasionally glance side of stage to where the boys are standing. Everytime you make eye contact with them, they give you an encouraging smile or thumbs up. Matty on the other hand continues to evade eye contact, choosing to watch a different member of the band. However that didn’t stop you from putting on one hell of a show, and that’s what you did. You blew the metaphorical roof of that stadium, it was arguably the best show you ever did. The adrenaline high you had once you ran off stage couldn’t be ruined, even by a moody former celebrity crush.

The moment you exit stage, you’re immediately crushed by a massive group hug involving your band and the boys. Despite all of this, the only thing you can focus on is the hand around your waist. It’s Matty. You don’t think he meant it, instinctively putting it there when he was dragged into the hug. Nonetheless the area he was holding felt like it was burning under his touch, his calloused hands leaving marks on the skin underneath them. The group hug is cut short when he pulls away, clearing his throat slightly and going back to cradling his drink.

You do the rounds, talking to everyone backstage and discussing the nuances of the show and how amazing the audience were. This repetitive conversation continues until you get back around to him. You expect to be met with no eye contact, maybe an eye roll if you were lucky, but what happens next surprises you.

“You did alright out there, Princess.” The confusion on your face is palpable, at both the nickname and his sudden talkative nature. “Princess, like Princess Kida from The Lost City of Atlantis. It’s funny because,” you cut him off.

“Our band name is Lost Atlantis, yeah I get it. It’s funny.” You respond, a dead pan expression on your face. The tension was obvious, you could cut it with a knife. That is until Moon Dixon, your bassist, comes up behind you and wraps you in a hug.

“We’re all going back to Maddie's place to have a few drinks, you joining us?” She says, mostly to you but including Matty in the conversation as well.

“Yeah, let me get into something less sweaty and gross first though.” You laugh, trying to hide your disappointment as he walks off to join the rest of his band.

Get over yourself, you thought to yourself as you walked back up to your dressing room. Just because Mattys a dick doesn’t take away from the fact that this is the best day of your life. You just performed your biggest show ever, and three out of the four members are lovely. But despite this, you can’t get the curly haired man out of your mind. You see him every time you blink. How have you gone from badass pop girlie to pathetic simp in the space of three hours?

Chapter Two

#matty healy #ross macdonald #george daniel #adam hann #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction #Matty Healy fanfic #matty healy x reader

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onyxbird · 1 year

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OK, the idea of a soulmate au where you can't look anyone but your soulmate directly in the eyes was not done with me yet.

Leverage version:

Sophie knows all the tricks for faking full eye contact. For a third-party observer, it's nigh-impossible to tell that she's not quite achieving direct eye contact short of using cameras with very good eye-tracking software. Trying to fool a mark into thinking she's their soulmate via “eye contact” is tougher, but on a mark who hasn't met their own soulmate (and thus has never experienced true full eye contact), Sophie still has a pretty good success rate. Every member of the team has been drafted as her fake soulmate on a con at least once. Or, at least, Sophie has tried. Parker failed to pick up on any of the hints Sophie was able to drop without blowing their cover, so Sophie had to switch tactics. Hardison tried valiantly to hold the near-eye-contact, and they pulled off the job, but he was struggling and his resulting nervous blather did not help the illusion at all. Eliot picked up her cues and pulled off the illusion flawlessly… and hated every second of it. The first time they faked prolonged eye contact, he ducked away to Nate's bathroom the second they got in the door, and Sophie (slightly insulted) wondered if he was going to throw up. He didn't, just practically boiled his skin off in the hottest shower he could stand. Nate is by far Sophie's most frequent “soulmate” on the job… None of the rest of the team are entirely sure whether the eye contact is fake or not, and neither Nate nor Sophie is telling.

Parker has never had any interest in making eye contact, and was genuinely unaware that this was a serious thing people actually believe in. (Sure, people talk about finding their “soulmate” through eye contact, but people also talk about summoning Bloody Mary through the bathroom mirror. That doesn't mean it's real.) The first time she looked directly into Hardison's eyes was both accidental and jarring. She averted her eyes and assumed they would never mention this uncomfortable situation again. She was not expecting Hardison to suddenly want to have an intense, excited conversation that was clearly loaded with some meaning she wasn't picking up on, and she definitely wasn't expecting him to do so while trying to eagerly stare into her eyeballs. When Eliot happened to walk in, she latched onto him like a spooked cat, demanding he do something about Hardison; there was something wrong with him, like he's possessed or something; make him stop!

Eliot has habitually avoided even the possibility of eye contact with anyone since he was in high school. (He certainly wasn't trying to lock eyes with people even before that, but, well, he and Aimee had tried once, back when they were young and naive and thought maybe they were meant to be. They weren't.) In his line of work… it was better not to know. There was just no way that would end well. He doesn't have anything against other people finding their soulmates, though. Really. So he's not quite sure why there's such a bite to his words when he snaps at Hardison to knock it off—that “soulmates” is no excuse for trying to look someone in the eye when they don't like it. But he's sure he can feel a headache forming as he's stuck between Parker's “'Soulmates'! Ha! …Oh, come on. You're kidding, right? That's not real” from one side and Hardison's horrified “Oh my god, I'm sorry! Parker, I am so, so sorry—I was just so excited, you know? I didn't realize—” start of what was clearly going to be a long and heartfelt apology on the other.

Hardison thinks soulmates are very romantic, and he's always hoped, you know? He tries not to talk too openly about it—dreaming of finding your soulmate was deemed “girly” and “wussy” by the popular boys at his high school, and he had more than enough targets on his back for bullying as a kid without drawing attention this one. He's always kind of thought he'd probably never find his, if he even had one. He did so much of his socializing with like-minded people online, and you can't make eye contact—not real eye contact—over a webcam. There have been some near misses that made his heart flip (Hell, back during that first Dubenich job, when Eliot had taken out all the Pierson guards and then given him that smug little smirk, for an instant—just for an instant—Hardison had almost thought their eyes met directly. He must have imagined it, too caught up in the incredibly sexy and unexpected display of competence on display in front of him to avoid a split second of daydreaming about what it would feel like to look straight into those incredibly blue eyes. Anyway, it had never happened again, and after working together for so long, they surely would have looked each other in the eyes by now if it were possible.), but no dice. Until now. Parker, though… Even while apologizing (he should have realized to be more careful with Parker), Hardison could barely keep the absolutely giddy smile off his face. There had been no mistaking that, and god when people talked about “getting lost” in their soulmate's eyes… Wow, they weren't kidding!

Nate will expound at length about how the concept of “soulmates” and consequently the act of making eye contact have been exploited and commercialized for all of recorded history, the absence of any scientific evidence that the rare ability to make eye contact with another person actually correlates with any real measures of relationship compatibility rather than being a random biological quirk that has been superstitiously fetishized, and (if the person who brought it up isn't desperately trying to escape the conversation yet) whether the concept soulmates is compatible with Catholic theology. Very few people last long enough through his disparagement of the entire concept to notice that he has skirted around ever actually saying whether or not he's ever made direct eye contact with another person, and even fewer are willing to risk touching off another lengthy tirade to press him on the matter.

Thanks @soulmate-au-bargain-bin for the fun idea!

#soulmate au #soulmate eye contact au #leverage aus #leverage ot3 #leverage #soulmate au bargain bin

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emilybahu · 16 days

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Just a culmination of thoughts I had and moments I liked during 7x06:

This ended up being MUCH longer than an expected, I just kept adding things to it! So you totally don’t need read the whole thing just skim through if you want…

1. Maddie about a minute away from a panic attack, but still looking stunning✨

2. Hen looks like she’s gonna go all angry mom mode on Buck and Eddie, who are looking ROUGH… she gives them a look that should put the fear of god into anyone!

3. You know, I just wanted them to have one major milestone that didn’t involve one or both of them being in danger, but NOOOO! We don’t even know where Chimney is and Buck and Eddie are a complete hit mess! Evan “✨it’s complicated✨” Buckley.

4. Oh my god I love Buck and Eddie and their shared brain cell so much! Their bickering is hilarious! Buck slapping Eddie’s hand away from the sliders and later Eddie saying, “reach for them and you’ll be pulling back a bloody stump!” 🤣🤣🤣

5. RAVI WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DO YOU WANT TO DIE!? 🤣

6. “Wholesome 80s themed karaoke” and Eddie proposing that he and Buck go as Crockett and Tubbs.

7. I kinda figured Chimney wouldn’t show seeing as HE DIDN’T WANT A PARTY. Then everyone leaves and it’s JUST Buck and Eddie, because of course!

8. And back to Buck and Tommy again… Tommy has to go and put out a LITERAL fire and we get a second Buck/Tommy hug in the span of like 3 minutes! I’m getting FED they are so cute and soft, and Tommy really doesn’t want to leave but has no choice… the soft hug and “be safe” I’m sorry my heart is melting! 🫠❤️

9. Buck and Eddie are just having A TIME with all these random people, and of course being the touch starved boys they are, you get a little (a lot) of alcohol in em they obviously need to have physical contact at all times! 🤣

10. Drunk Buck being like “we don’t have a key🥺” and Drunk Eddie “you don’t need a key,” (hand on shoulder, thumb on pulse point) “we’re fire fighters👨‍🚒😈” continues to kick in the door!

11. CHAOS ENTERS THE BUILDING, I couldn’t stop laughing! Honestly I didn’t realize Buck and Eddie could party this hard! Buck wakes up on the floor, Eddie’s in the bath tub (a shirt? What’s that? Never heard of it) and Chimney is FUCKING NO WHERE TO BE FOUND! 😬

12. Cut to Maddie desperately trying to get ahold of Chimney and track him down, but he’s somewhere in his car dazed, confused and clearly UNWELL! And his car gets freaking stolen!

13. The dinner celebrating Kevin’s life 🥲

14. Gosh dang it, everyone in the room together worried about Chimney, god my heart! I hope they find him soon!

15. Maddie showing up at the dispatch center in her wedding dress! The woman means business! SHE GONNA FIND HER MAN!

16. Doug, DOUG!? What are you doing torturing Chimney in his subconscious!? No one wants you here!

17. Seeing Maddie’s reaction to Chimney in this state is heartbreaking! She just wants to make sure he’s ok, but he’s clearly not!😢

18. Bruh, we keep getting jump scared by Doug, I’m so DONE with that guy!

19. Time jump to two weeks earlier… “telling Buck ‘no’ is like telling a dog not to jump your leg” just more proof that Buck is a man with the soul of a golden retriever puppy…🤣

20. Bobby saying “well evidently our two love birds over there were enjoying some sexy time, when they heard some weeping” had me wheezing! 😂

21. When they figured out what was wrong with Chimney I got so scared, even though I knew he’d likely be fine. Never know what might happen though…

22. When Chimney’s paramedic skills kicked back in it gave me hope, then he saw Doug again… and still didn’t remember that he’s actually a paramedic.

23. He knows he needs to be somewhere and he hears Buck calling for him, Chimney knows they’re looking for him, then freaking Doug makes him almost give up fighting! 🥲

24. NO DOUG🙄 MADDIE DIDN’T FUCKING LIKE BEING ABUSED!

25. KEVIN🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Kevin telling Chimney he NEEDS to get up and get help!

26. Maddie in the hospital with Chimney, thinking he doesn’t remember her then him saying “I’m sorry I missed our wedding” GOD MY HEART!

27. Jee running in yelling “daddy!” 🥹

28. “We always get back to each other somehow” please! My heart can’t handle this! They’re meant to be!!🥹😭

29. “I know Kevin is smiling right now” “yeah he is” I can’t breathe! I’m shocked I didn’t cry!

30. Just the whole ceremony, Bobby officiating! Everyone so happy for them together after this day they’ve had! I’m just gonna melt into a puddle of pure emotion! 🥹🥺

31. I love them. I love them! I LOVE THEM!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

32. Buck looking down at his phone to see that Tommy told him he’s there 🤭🤭

33. I made a whole post about this kiss, ahhhhhh!! (My reaction remains the same every time I watch it, I lose control of my limbs, my voice gets all high and squeaky, and I lose the ability to form actual words) The damn 10 second scene still has me SHOOK! 😆🫨

34. Buck pulling Tommy into the room, Tommy apologizing for missing the ceremony and Chimney looking up at him and over to Buck and saying “Thanks tommy, looks like you were… busy” (I didn’t even think about how long Buck was gone before, but since they had time to cut and serve cake to everyone Buck had to be just in another world with Tommy for at least 20 minutes…)

35. Hen’s face when she realizes that Buck and Tommy totally were just making out! And Eddie being the supportive king of a bff that the is!

36. The Buckley parents faces… I’ll be ready to throw hands in a second if they say something homophobic later on!

37. Hen saying “well it’s about damn time” to Karen!! Ahhhhhh! Girlllll!!! Are telling me you could see Buck’s raging bisexuality THE WHOLE TIME!? 😆😆😆😆 She so CLOCKED HIM!

38. Chimney feels right at home anywhere if he and Maddie are together!! ❤️🫠🥹

39. Not them mentioning the cruise ship!! Too soon, too soon! 🫠 But I also laughed!😂

40. “So, were Buck and Tommy a thing before my amnesia?” “Um yeah, actually they were.” (Still trying to figure out how much time there was between the coffee date and the wedding… I have no clue. [Please can someone tell me!?])

41. “Why do they call me Chimney?” And cut to black…. Really, REALLY!? That was cruel, so rude. They’re never gonna tell us why they call him Chimney are they?

And that’s the end!

#911 abc #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #maddie buckley #chimney han #hen wilson #madney wedding #911 7x06 #911 spoilers #just my thoughts

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rotten-corpses-blog · 11 months

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If you're familiar with the nickelodeon show Victorious, can you do a Billy Loomis x reader who's a lot like jade west. They meet and become close and deal with her savagery, and tell about ghostface cause he has a crush. At one point she breaks up with her boyfriend (Beck) like in the show, and Billy tries to comfort her. Then they become high school's scary couple.

I watched this when I was like 10 so it has been a while, so it may not be exactly what you meant lol. I still hope you enjoy tho! I changed some stuff around to better fit the plot of scream and the cannon violence of the movie.

(Contents: cursing, smoking, drinking, violence and murder)

We were made for each other darling…

Y/N knows she’s an asshole, mean, snarky, whatever you want to call her she doesn’t give a shit. She’s the school's bad girl and she’s proud of that fact. Her boyfriend, Beck, is down to earth and a good person all around. Nobody knows how you two got together and why on earth someone like Beck would be dating the antichrist of Woodsboro High School. She has a few friends, she usually keeps to herself anyways so no need for friends. Y/N was doing her usual teen delinquent stuff when she caught the eyes of Billy Loomis. He’s the hottest guy at this god forsaken school with his bad boy attitude and pretty brown eyes. Any girl in their right mind would have the hots for him, Y/N included. The bell rang to go to first period, Y/N could have sworn that she felt Loomis’s gaze on her as she walked to her history class.

(Billy’s POV)

Billy has had the hots for Y/N for forever it feels like, he has always had vivid daydreams of them just… existing together, holding and loving each other. But, two things stood in the way of his dream. Sidney and Beck are like a road block for him and he doesn’t know how much longer he can go without your love. His plan involved Sidney, so he needed her and cheating was off the table because he knows Tatum would draw blood and Y/N would fight right back. And Beck? Well he could kill him whenever he feels like it, the murders have put everyone on edge for days so he knows if he gets close to you, you would come to him for comfort because you're scared. God, He wishes it was easy to get what he wants.

(Your POV)

It’s lunch time and you're sitting with Beck and his friends, when you feel Billy staring at you again. You have to admit he’s cute, but this is getting a bit creepy. “Hey, you ok? It’s like you're on a different planet.” Beck said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Oh yeah, I guess I'm tired or something.” you said, deciding to ignore the staring Loomis behind you. Beck smiled at you and gave you a squeeze, then continued talking with his friends.

After school you were walking home when you felt someone follow you, when you turned around you saw the figure of Billy Loomis. “I didn’t know you were into stalking Loomis, are you some kind of creep who's obsessed with me or something?” you said stopping in your tracks and putting your hands or your waist. He just chuckled “No, I didn’t know it was a crime to walk behind you though. I’m just trying to be friendly, that’s all.” You just rolled your eyes, “You have a strange way of making friends, Loomis.” Billy ran his hand through his hair and got closer to you, “How about I walk you to my house and we watch a movie? Then you can decide if I'm worth your time.” you smiled and started to walk, “Deal, but you're buying the pizza Loomis.”

It’s been a few days and you could say that you and Billy were good friends. Watching movies, smoking a cigarette or two together made up most of your evenings. You two just clicked, it’s like you were made for each other, and you could say there was something besides friendship budding between the two of you. Your time with Beck was replaced with time with Billy and Beck wasn’t happy about you hanging out with another guy so much so he dumped you. You were heart broken, but Billy was there with open arms to comfort you. That event only made the two of you closer and the spark between the two of you burned brighter. Now you were going to Stu’s party, school was canceled because of the killings. But hey, no school and a night of free booze? You can’t complain about something like that. You were currently in Stu’s kitchen drinking your bodyweight in alcohol, mostly because Billy was paying more attention to goddamn Sidney Presscott instead of you. As much as you would like to say you weren't jealous, you totally were. But all you can do right now is try to let loose and try to forget about your feelings for your friend. You poured yourself another drink when Beck walked up to you, “Y/N? Why are you here?” he asked with a stupid look on his face. “What does it look like dumbass? I’m trying to get drunk.” you said rolling your eyes to show your frustration. “Look, you don’t get to be mad at me, I have the right to be upset about you and Billy. There is something going on there.” Beck said with more anger in his voice. “Are you calling me a cheater? I told you we are just friends, nothing else. You're the one being irrational!” you yelled getting more and more sick of this conversation. “Oh please! What else were you doing with him? It’s not like anyone would actually be frie-” He didn’t even get the whole sentence out before you punched him square in the jaw, as you walked away you heard yells and cheers from your drunk classmates. You sat yourself down in a random room and just tried to catch your breath. Then you felt someone sit on the bed beside you, you could tell just by the cologne that it’s Billy. “Heard you punched Beck, sorry I wasn’t there to see it.” Billy said putting his hand on your thigh, it may have been the alcohol or the anger and want pulsing through your veins. But Before Billy could say anything else you smashed your lips on his pulling him into an aggressive makeout session. When you two parted you looked at Billy’s face and said. “I think I’m in love with you.” Billy ran his hands through your hair and said “Me too, I always had a thing for you.” then it dawned on you, “Oh god what about Sidney?” Billy had a dark look in his eyes. “Don’t worry about that doll, she won’t be alive long enough to know about us.” “Billy, what do you mean by that? Wait, were you the one killing all those people?” you asked looking into his eyes. “I was, and Sidney and her friends are next. Stu and I have been working on this for years.” Billy rubbed his thumb on your bottom lip. “Are you scared of me? Gonna call the cops?” he asked in a low husky voice. “No! Don't worry about that Billy.” Billy looked at you with a smirk. “I always knew you were like me, god you were made for me.” he said “I have one request though.” you said, “Anything you want dear.” you giggled darkly “let me help slaughter some bitches.” Billy smiled wide, “Deal”

#billy loomis x reader #yandere billy loomis #billy loomis smut #yandere billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis fluff #billy loomis

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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May I please request an Alastor x reader oneshot where Alastor is still in denial he is in love, and honestly both of them are. However, someone at the hotel sets up reader on a date with someone else, and Alastor pretends he's fine with it, but internally it has him wrecked as he realizes he might have missed his chance. How does he handle it? Does he sabotage? Follow them? Is the person actually a good-enough person that can be trusted on a date or is this another hedonistic sinner only looking to score? What if they try something?

I also wanna know. Gimme gimme gimme.

A Flame In Your Heart

Romantic: Alastor X Reader Oneshot

Warning! ⚠

⚠ blood, mentions of human trafficking, sexist remarks, burning, thoughts of murder ⚠

After looking for your phone for thirty minutes, Charlie finds it and hands it over, but you notice an odd notification from an app you've never had.

Unlocking your phone, you see what it is. A fucking dating app and a check mark to show you've matched with someone.

"Charlie!", you gasp in surprise, flames sparking in your hair. "What the hell!?"

The princess gives an awkward smile in response. "Well.. I thought you could have some fun tonight, you know?", she shrugs.

You look down at your hellphone, frowning at the picture of the "matched" demon.

"This is crossing a line.", your frown deepening, your hair now literally on fire. "How did you even unlock my phone?", you ask.

"Angel saw you type in your password.", she says, now looking like a kicked puppy and no doubt feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."

"Fucking hell-", you pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. "Never do this again. I get that we're friends but this isn't ok."

And now the blonde is pouting with puppy eyes.

You groan and roll your eyes, patting your hair to extinguish the flames, pulling her into a hug. "No, I don't hate you and I will go on this stupid date to keep you happy."

She squeals in delight and hugs you back, but quickly repeats a couple of ow's when you tighten the hug.

"I mean it, don't do it again.", you say and let her out of your death grip. "I'm telling Vaggie.", you say before running to find the moth demon.

"Wait, no!", the pricess gasps and runs after you.

Usually when hanging out with Alastor, you'd leave your phone off or on do not disturb, but today it was out in your hand while on your stroll through the park.

Curious on why the device was out, the red dressed demon taps you on the shoulder. "What's the matter dear? You've been sighing all day at that thing."

You look at him a bit surprised and put away your phone. "It's nothing important, just some dumb date.", you say and look ahead.

Alastor however, stops dead in his tracks. "Date?"

Turning to look back at him, you raise a brow and stammer a bit. "Uh..y-yeah? Charlie set it up, but I-", you explain and then sigh. "I'm just going for her."

"May I see?", he asks and does a hand gesture as he thinks of what it could be. "The text or whatever its on."

"Pfft-sure.", you laugh and walk up to him, taking out your phone and unlocking it. "She made me a profile on a dating app."

I'm gonna have to delete that later.

Pulling up the match on the app, you show him the picture of the demon.

"I don't know why this demon even agreed. I mean they're a fish and I'm basically a ball of fire.", you say and looking at the picture again. "That's a disaster waiting to happen."

Alastor stares at the image for a long time before speaking. "What are the details?"

"Hm? Oh, just some dinner at a bar.", you answer while putting your phone away. "I think near a club or something."

"Would you like me to escort you?", he asks.

"As much as I would like that, Charlie wouldn't let me hear the end of it if my date runs after seeing you.", you laugh.

He likes your laugh very much, its refreshing.

"Well, I hope everything goes swell!"

Everything was not going swell.

God this demon was so full of themself. Yes, Alastor has quite the ego but its not the size of Hell.

You smiled and laughed at the jokes that were actually funny, pretending to be distracted when they told terrible ones. The food hasn't even arrived yet and you want to barf.

Someone save me from this. I want to leave.

"And I told that bitch that she was only good for cooking and cleaning! Hahaha!"

Great...a sexist asshole. Not like Hell is running out of those.

"I like your tattoos.", you say to get away from whatever story that was.

"Yeah? I got them after a gig. Had to transport some stock, women and kids."

Yeah, no. Fuck this shit.

You stand up and use the excuse that you need to use the bathroom.

Alastor was lying on the couch, thinking for a long while. The feeling in his chest was back.

He had felt odd around you after your third encounter. Not thinking much of it, he pushed the odd fluttering to the side.

However, the feeling just got worse over time and he began to notice everything about you.

Your laugh, your smile, the way your nose scrunches when a sneeze is coming up. When your hair starts to spark when you're angry, surprised, or flustered. How you dance like fire. When your face starts to steam when you are embarrassed, turning a lovely red. The way your eyes glow. Your lips looking inviting after you've had a drink. How soft your voice gets when you're tired. When you sing..

He was unmistakably in love with you.

At the moment he was wondering if he should sabotage the date, kill your date, or just let you go through with it.

Then his 1920's candlestick telephone began to ring. Bringing the phone over, Alastor picks up the receiver and puts it to his ear. "Hello, Alastor speaking!", he says into the mouth piece.

"Alastor?", your voice comes through.

He sits straight up, taking in your tone of voice.

"What's wrong?", he asks.

"Sorry to bother.", you say. "Could you..help me ditch my date?"

"Oh?", he says, trying not to let it slip how happy he is to do so.

"It's dumb, but this demon is so..", you sigh. "They are just down right awful. Would it be alright if I just spent the night hanging out with you?", you ask.

"Not to worry darling! I'll be over in a bit, just wait in front of the establishment and I'll see you soon!", he says, summoning his coat and putting on his shoes.

"Thanks Al. You're the best.", you tell him the address and hang up soon after.

After fixing himself up, Alastor walks out of his radio statiom, humming a few songs as he makes his way over to the bar.

I'm feeling lucky!

You walk out of the bathroom, putting your phone away, going over to your table.

"Hey, so sorry to do this but I just got an emergency call from a friend! I've got to go.", you rush out, having to sell the act.

"What?", the fish demon frowns. "No the fuck you don't."

"I don't have time to explain, thank you for tonight but-", you start picking up your things, only to be stopped by your date.

"What do they need you for? We're on a date!", they growl, yanking your arm away from your jacket.

"Hey! What the fuck-!", you shout, feeling your hair start to heat up. "Let go."

"No! We are on a date, your friend should know when not to bother you!", the demon's grip tightens.

"Ow! I said let go!", you heat up your hand and place it on their arm.

The fish demon yells in pain, shoving you away. "You fucking cunt!"

It gets eerily quiet when the door opens.

Static crackles loudly as the Radio Demon steps into the bar.

"ĆΔŘ€ ŦØ Ř€Ƥ€ΔŦ ŦĦΔŦ?"

So after Alastor basically repainted the walls with your date's blood, you both headed out to take a walk in the park.

"You're fine, yes? How's your arm?", he asks, taking a glance at your arm.

"I'm fine, its nothing to worry about.", you smile a little.

You felt terrible for ruining his peaceful night.

He probably thinks I'm pathetic..

With your thought beginning to spiral, you don't notice that you've begun to frown.

"None of that my dear!", he places a hand on your cheek, turning your head to face him. "You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

You blush, your hair staring to spark.

"O-oh! Yeah, you're right.", you say looking away to hide your face.

Alastor smiles when steam starts to rise from your head, putting an arm around your waist as you continue to walk. "Let's make this night memorable!"

With a snap of his fingers you both teleport to a gazebo with vines and fairy lights, a table for two sits in the middle with food and wine.

"Wha-", you say in shock, eyes glowing brightly. "How did you know I haven't eaten yet?", you ask.

"I had a hunch.", he winks and guides you over to a chair, pulling it out for you to sit.

Once sitting down, he pushes your seat in and goes over to sit in the chair across from you.

"Tonight we have~", he goes to explain the dishes set out on the table before opening the bottle. "And a bottle of red wine."

Dinner with Alastor is amazing. You actually get to enjoy dinner while talking and laughing. Your heart skips a few beats everytime he smiles at you.

Now both of you walk on a bridge, the red sky darkening as it gets late.

"Thank you Alastor.", you say, stopping in the middle of the bridge. "For making my night better."

"It was a pleasure.", he says with a soft smile. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Geez.

You blush and look to the side, sparks appearing in your hair.

His hand moves to hold your chin and tilts it up slightly. Your eyes go to look at him, seeing that he's leaning in and-

"Je suis amoureux de toi."

Alastor is kissing you.

A flame burns in your heart, making your chest glow.

This really is a memorable night.

I really liked this one!

~Seline, the person.

French Translation:

Je suis amoureux de toi. = I'm in love with you.

ML for Alastor🎙

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From 2010- Birthday In Sydney

2012

Part 18

13th April 2012

“Happy birthday!” Emma shouts through the phone to me it’s 12:00am In London and 11am here in Sydney.

“Thank you Em” I say putting my hair up into a pony tail

“Have you had any presents yet?”

“I’ve got some presents dad brought with me but I haven’t opened them yet. I haven’t seen the boys yet. They did say they were going to take me out for lunch though”

“Have you spoken to Alex?”

“Yeah we ended the call just before you rang. Said he’s going to try and fly out when we’re in Canada” there’s a knock on my door. I pick up my phone and take it with me to my hotel room door

“Is that the boys?” Emma asks excitedly. I open it up

“Yes”

“Hi!!” Emma screams

“Hi Emma” Harry says smiling

“Ok I’ll let you go. Have a good day I’ll speak to you later”

“Speak to you later” I end the call and look at the boys in front of me

“Are you ready?”

“Let me grab my purse” I turn around to go and get my purse

“Ah ah ah lunch is on us, it’s your birthday after all” Niall says stopping me in my tracks

“You sure?”

“Of course we are. Now come on” Louis says taking my arm and pulling me out

“Hang on I need my key card” I laugh and shake my head. Quickly grabbing my purse anyway and my bag I head out of my room “so where are we going?”

“For lunch”

“Yeah but where?” I ask looking at Harry who’s not looking at me. We walk to the lift and get in

“You’ll find out” he replies.

We arrive at a place called Aria Restaurant Sydney. Looking at the menu I can tell it’s not going to be cheep

“Guys this is way to expensive”

“We can afford it” Niall replies

“No I know, but you really didn’t have to do this”

“Yes we did. It’s your 18th birthday and your stuck with us instead of your boyfriend, best friend and dad” Zayn says

“Oh speaking of” Harry hands me a gift bag “happy birthday YN. This is off all of us”

“You guys” I pout trying not to cry. I open up the bag and find a Louis Vuitton bag “I’m gonna cry thank you all so much”

“You’re welcome”

“Sydney how are we doing tonight?!” Louis yells into the microphone. The fans scream in response “today has been a special day for one person in particular” Louis walks over to me and places his arm around my shoulders “it’s the baby of the groups birthday. Today she’s finally 18. So you all know what that means, Niall bring out the shots”

“Oh god” I moan shaking my head as Niall brings over a tray of 6 shots

“Here ya go” Louis says taking a shot glass off the tray

“Thanks” I sarcastically say

“3, 2, 1” the boys all say and we all take the shots

“Ewww” i scrunch my face up

“We have one more surprise for you YN” Zayn says and out walks Alex holding a birthday cake

“Oh my god. How? I literally spoke to him this morning”

“We know” Harry smiles “now can you all help us sing happy birthday?” The fans all scream

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to YN happy birthday to you” I blow out the candles and give Alex a quick peck on the lips.

Once the show is over we all decide to go out to celebrate, not for to long as we still have a show tomorrow.

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #one direction x reader #6th one direction member #sixth one direction member #one direction

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avatrice4l · 7 months

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DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

What if…

Ava, who was stuck on the other side was being brutally tortured by Reya. Now Ava is getting punished for trying to escape for the hundredth time and it’s truly hitting her… no one will be able to reach her… no one will be able to save her… and she won’t be able to get back to Bea. She was running out of hope. But as Ava is about to give up, the Halo gives out one last final push of power making it back home.

Julian was working on the machine when a blast of energy hits inside of the lab and her machine was flickering, as if it was giving off a message. “What the-” Julian cut herself off a grabbed a piece of paper. The machine was given short and long pauses. “MORSE CODE” Julian shouted, making sure to watch closely.

On the paper:

•••• • •-•• •—•

H E L P

•- •••- •-

A V A

••• •••• • •••

S H E S

•- •-•• •• •••- •

A L I V E

__________________

That is all Julian had gotten from the message because it just started repeating. So she immediately contacted to OCS and they got their to inspect the situation. But Beatrice wasn’t their.

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Once Ava was gone for the first 4 months, she couldn’t do it anymore. She revoked her vows, and left OCS with a broken heart. She was in the lowest part of her life that she as ever been. She was filled with hatred that enraged inside of her.

One day, Beatrice got so drunk in a bar and got herself thrown out by the bouncer, into an alleyway. She sat up, starting to cry again wanting Ava by her side again.

“Everything alright?” A voice faintly spoke.

“Get away hobo, I’m not broke! I just got kicked out of the bar” Bea drunkly said.

“Then why are you crying?” The voice spoke again

“None of your business! I just- I miss her” Bea let herself begin to cry again

“What is your deepest desires,Beatrice?”

“How do you know my name-”

Beatrice looked up, and saw a pair of red eyes. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth. She knew exactly who this was.

“Y- Y- Y- Your the D-D-” Beatrice kept stuttering and couldn’t make out the words.

“The Devil”

“Oh Shit” Beatrice quick got up and dashed off

“Do you want her back? Ava, I mean of course. She is the one that is your deepest desire.” He spoke

Beatrice stopped in her tracks and turn to look at him. “Don’t you dare say her name, your just a deceiver and a manipulator!”

He began to giggle, “oh my my my Beatrice, you are a feisty one. I see why Ava took a liking to you. However, she’s still alive.”

“What are you saying devil!”

“She’s alive, but she’s slowly getting to her end. I can feel it.”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW?!”

“My dear Beatrice, I am the God of Death after all… would you like to save her?”

“H-H-How would I do that?” Beatrice was vulnerable. She wanted Ava back.. no fuck that she needed Ava back.

“Make a deal with the Devil” He smirked at Beatrice but was honest.

“And why would you want me? I don’t get it why me?!”

“Why not you? You want something that I can give you, and I want something from you.”

“Which is what huh? You give me Ava and what do you get out of this?”

“I want you to be my reincarnated Lucifer.” He smirked once again

Beatrice thought for a minute, if she does this she just sold her soul to the Devil… But she does get Ava back

“Tick Tock your running out of time Beatrice, we’ll I mean Ava is running out of time, she’s close to death”

Beatrice stopped thinking

“OK OK, let’s to this! No turning back, I NEED HER!”

“Your wish is my command, Beatrice” He bowed at her then lighting shot from the sky.

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#warrior nun #ava silva #save warrior nun #sister beatrice #ava x beatrice #avatrice #ava x sister beatrice #jealous bea #warrior nun smut #ao3 smut

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dinosaur-in-a-spaceship · 4 months

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ok guys walk with me: annabeth's abssence from the underworld scenes teased so far, possible athena's appearence and the 4 pearls theory (spoilers from the first book)

From the previews, trailers and teasers, we can assume annabeth is not gonna be a part of most of the events that take place in the underworld. From what I recall, she is not featured in most scenes in the underworld that were teased so far, apart from the cliff and the forest with the creepy ass bald dolls (im guessing those are a part of the underworld realm). We only see percy and grover in most scenes.

At first, i thought maybe she is gonna be sent to camp sooner than what happens in the book, but the teasers show that annabeth will be present in the ares fight (which happens after the events in the underworld). And that debunks my theory that she will be sent to camp before grover.

So why do you guys think she is not present in most scenes?

I think maybe she is gonna be held somewhere in the underworld apart from the boys for some time. My guess is that the precipice we see annabeth falling in might be the same one ferberus is in (from the clip where we see percy holding the red rubber ball, with only grover by his side). Im not sure how she gets out of there, and by her abssence of most of the teasers, im thinking maybe she is gonna be held there for most of the episode, but i have no idea how she is gonna convince the boys to keep going without her. Maybe they leave her under ferberus's protection, if they keep the scene where the two of them bond? (However, so far, we only see percy with the red rubber ball and we only see grover standing beside him).

Either way, we know that they are gonna keep the part where percy is alone delivering the bolt, bc he is alone in the scenes teasing olympus. He is also still wearing the green flanel when he returns to camp, while annabeth is wearing the camp t-shirt, meaning she got there before and they reunite in that scene.

As for the 4th pearl, I think that the addition of it might have happened to show that poseidon thought of sally (the gift of only 3 pearls in the book never made sense to me, did poseidon run out of pearls in his stock?). However, i still think something will happen so that the story keeps on track, with percy being forced to choose between his mother and his best friends in the show too. My guess is that at least one of the pearls might be stolen or accidentally lost.

At first, i thought maybe they'll use a pearl to save annabeth from the precipice, if the pearl was her only chance to escape. Maybe percy would throw one of the pearls and miss the first time, maybe ferberus eats a pearl?? wtf, idk. So he must choose to give her a second pearl, and then has to choose again, this time between grover, sally or himself in the underworld later. But annabeth's presence in the fight with ares has really confused all my theories. So truly i have no idea what is really gonna happen. Maybe the pearl only sends her out of the underworld, she waits for them, then the ares fight happens and THEN annabeth and grover go to camp. But i dont see how she would accept to leave either. Anyway, i hate the possibility of us seeing less of annabeth in the last 2 episodes. I really hope to see the 3 of them braving the underworld together.

I also believe we will meet athena in this season, since all the other gods that appear in the opening are confirmed to appear this season. Maybe she stops being a deadbeat and shows up to save annabeth from the precipice? YEAH RIGHT

#percy jackson #PJO #annabeth #annabeth chase #percy #grover #percabeth #percy jackson and the olympians #percy series #pjo tv show #grover underwood

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filmsomnia1 · 1 year

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Natalie Rushman

Movie Franchise: Marvel

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Words: 2062

Summary: You had met Natasha before she went undercover as part of the legal team as Natalie Rushman and here's what happened the very first time you guys met.

Story:

Flashback (1 year ago)

Y/N POV

I was running down the street to get mine and Tony's coffee because he was at the lab working on a suit we're creating because after everything that had gone down recently with him getting kidnapped he wanted to feel safe and I was honoured that he asked me to help him.

As I was running I didn't even notice the beautiful red-haired lady in front of me as I knocked into her spilling her coffee cause me to stop "oh god, I'm so sorry" I said while crouching down picking up her coffee cup "Jesus, I'm such a clutz" I said again.

Then I heard it, a giggle which was music to my ears causing me to look up and then it felt like time stopped on me as I stared into her forest-green eyes and I had a goofy smile as we stared into the eyes of each other as I slowly stood up and handed her back her coffee.

"Hi," I say still smiling and she smirks back "hi" she replies and I look over her to see no coffee stains but see her coffee cup now empty "can I buy you another coffee," I asked causing her to look down at her now empty coffee cup.

"Oh no, you don't have to," she says trying to protest "pls, it would make me feel like less of a horrible person," I tell her and she makes me giggle "ok" she whispers in a reply and we proceed to head over to the coffee joint where I buy both mine and Tony and now the mysterious girls coffee.

"Why three coffees," she asked "oh after this I'm going back to my friend's place, we're working on a little job and it requires some late nights so coffee is a must," I tell her and she's just staring at me the whole time listening and it gives me the warm fuzzy feelings.

"What about yourself green eyes, what are you up to this morning," I ask her making her giggle at the nickname "I have a name you know" she replies making me laugh back "and you have yet to tell me but the question is will I get to find out," I tell her which causes her to smirk.

"That all depends on how good my coffee is" She replies making me pray this coffee is awesome, and just as she says that they yell out my order causing me to jump up and I walk to get the coffee before bringing them back to her.

Now I went to take a sip of my coffee but almost burnt myself cause it was hot "ow, that was way too hot" I whimpered before passing her, her own coffee but she doesn't take a sip and after seeing me be a wimp I'm not surprised but that means I have to wait for her name.

"So you never answered my question," I told her and she looked at me confused "about what you are up to this morning" I clarify "oh, well after this I'll be off to work and life goes on so on so on you know," she tells me and I nod.

We continue to talk and then I notice her grab her coffee which causing me to stop straight away and wait in anticipation to see what she thinks and the moment she lowers her coffee after taking a sip she has the biggest poker face ever.

After a minute or two of suspense I look at her "so" I asked trying to get some kind of result and finally, her lips curve up into a smirk "it's really good" she said causing me to jump up and cheer until a realise now all eyes are on me "sorry" I say before sitting down seeing her try to stifle a laugh.

"Alright haha, I think the possibility of a name was promised" I mention to get back on track very eager to find out her name and she smirks again "Natasha, Natasha Romanoff," she tells me and I can't help but smile at the name "that's a beautiful name," I tell her beaming.

"So what about yourself," she asks me and I smile "Y/N, Y/N Y/LN," I tell her my eyes sparkling as I now stare into Natasha eyes "beautiful name for a beautiful girl" she replies making me blush as a look down and I end up seeing my watch seeing we've been here for an hour.

"Oh god, time flies it's already 8:30," I say and Natasha's eyes widen a little " I have to get to work" she replies and I can't help but feel a little sad that she has to leave and I think she could notice it because she places her hand on my on top of the table causing me to look up.

I stare into her eyes "I really hope I do see you again Natasha" I tell her and she smiles "I'm sure you will but I do have to go now" she tells me and I nod "goodbye Natasha" I tell her and she comes around placing a delicate kiss on my cheek.

"Goodbye Y/N" she whispers as I blush before she walks off making me sigh and I look over and realise Tony's coffee is cold so I go order him another one but then I realise I never got her number before rushing out but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it" I mutter to myself before walking back to my seat and I happen to see a bracelet across the table and it was red and black with an hourglass symbol on it, I had no clue what it meant but I had a gut feeling it was hers.

"Y/N" I hear the barista yell and I grab the bracelet and go grab Tony's coffee before walking out the door as I put the bracelet on "one day, may we meet again Natasha," I say to myself.

Little did I know that at that moment I would see her again would be a year later when Natasha Romanoff was on a secret mission to keep an eye on my best friend posing as part of the Stark Industries legal team named.

Natalie Rushman?

Present Time

Y/N POV

With everything going on with Tony and the current court case I've been trying to help him out with anything I can and I mainly assist with the Iron Man related things because that is just how we work and with Tony handing the company over to Pepper there will be more time to focus on the Iron man stuff.

Pepper told me someone from legal was coming in today to finalise the paperwork and currently I has finishing up making my coffee before heading back up stairs and as I was walking back to the gym and I see a familiar red haired women and as she looked up her eyes widened "Na-" I begin until a hand goes over my mouth and I'm pushed into a wall causing my eyes to go wide.

Natasha lowered her hand down to my chest as we just stare into each others eyes "is everything ok" I hear Pepper say causing us both to jump apart and I cough "yes yes" I say nodding feeling a bit awkward "I see you have meet one of our employees from legal, Y/N meet Natalie Rushman" she says making me confused and a little sad.

Did she give me a fake name I'm just so confused "right uh nice to meet you Natalie" I tell her forcing and smile holding my hand out to shake and she does and I feel this spark as well as a tickle in my palm as she shakes it "likewise, anyways I have to go post these through the legal team" she says and heads off in a rush.

"What was that about" Pepper questions with a smirk and I shrug in return "I'm not so sure" I tell her as I finally open my hand only to see a piece of paper there and I open the paper to see a hand written note 'Local Coffee Joint in 1 hr pls - Natasha' is says which now makes me even more confused but my gut was telling me to go.

Local Coffee Joint 1 hr later

I walk through the door as I see her seated down and see two coffees there already so I take a seat causing her to look up "you came" she says with a slight smile and I nod "my gut told me to" I told her honestly and I blushed a little "I got you a *fav coffee* " she tells me and I nod reaching for it and in return my sleeve rides up showing my wrist which she lightly grabs.

"That bracket, where did you get it" she tells me and I take it off holding it out to her "you dropped it when we first met so I've warn it ever since hoping we would meet again so I could give it back" I told her honesty which caused a soft smile to appear on her face and she push the bracelet back to me "keep it" she whispers.

I place it down in front of her and look into her green eyes getting slightly distracted before snapping out of it "so who are you really Natasha, Natalie or something completely different" I question her and in return she slides a file in front of me making me confused "what's this?" I ask in question.

"This is about me, including my past and present something no one knows" she tells me honestly and I now feel even more confused "then why are you showing me?" I asked and she sighs "because its easier for you to read it then it is for me to explain and I knew a year ago I could trust you" she tells me and I'm kind of shocked.

I take the risk and slowly open the folder seeing the words 'Natalia Alianova Romanova' and I start to read through everything about the red room, shield and so much else that she's been through including her current mission involving Tony and I couldn't believe everything I was reading how could something go through so much.

After about half and hour later I put the folder down and breathe "woah, that was a lot" I say shocked and she nods "yeah some of it I'm not exactly proud of" she tells me and I messing around with the rings on her fingers and I grab her hand gaining her attention "I don't see you any differently we all have past and some are easier than others but it's who you are today that proves more than anything about where you've been and how you've grown" I tell her with a smile.

Before I know it I felt a pair of lips pressed against mine and once I pass the initial shock as she tried to pull again I hold her there and kiss her back relishing in this kiss that I have been wanting since a year ago and judging by how she kisses me back I can tell she feels the same way which only encourages me more.

We finally pull apart and I sigh falling back "I have been wanting that kiss for about a year" I say and hear her giggle realising I said it out loud and blushed "it's ok me too" she says making me grin "so what now?" I ask her curious to hear her answer.

"Well you know what my mission it but I would still like to see where this goes I was made to believe certain things when I was younger but I know now that its not the case so I know that there is something here and I'd like to find out what" she tells me and it makes me grin and blush as the same time and I jump over the other side next to her giving her a quick peck on the lips "so what do I call you? I mean Natasha, Natalie or Natalia" I asked her curious.

"Call me Nat"

#Marvel #Avengers #Natasha Romanoff x Reader #Tony Stark #Pepper Potts #Iron Man 2 #scarlett johansson

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buckysouvenir · 9 months

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at the fair

chapter 3 of healing hearts.

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as days turned into weeks, y/n found herself seeking comfort in steve's company more often than not. with each passing day, their conversations grew more comfortable, and the weight of her heartache seemed to lessen just a little.

they talked about everything and anything, sharing stories, laughter, and even a few moments of comfortable silence. y/n found herself opening up about her dreams, her fears, and her plans for the future. steve, in turn, shared his own aspirations and reflections.

"hey, y/n," steve called out, his voice gentle yet carrying a note of curiosity.

y/n turned, a surprised smile forming on her lips when she saw steve approaching. "hey, steve. just finished a bit of a workout."

steve nodded, his blue eyes scanning her face. "you okay? you looked lost in thought there."

y/n sighed softly, her shoulders relaxing as she met his concerned gaze. "yeah, i guess i've just been going through a lot lately. trying to keep myself occupied, you know?"

he understood the sentiment all too well, given his own history of seeking comfort in physical training. "i get it. sometimes it's good to have a way to clear your mind. you can call me if you want... company to workout, i mean."

she chuckles, "yeah... if i ever need a new punching back, your number will be the first one i'll be calling." y/n says as she grabs her workout bag from the floor and starts to walk away.

"well, speaking of things that might make you feel better, i was wondering if you'd be up for something." he spoke louder to get her attention.

"of course! what is it?" she stopped in her tracks to start paying attention to the super soldier coming to her diction.

"there's a dog adoption fair happening this weekend and i'm invited to help as... you know, captain america... anyway, uh, would you like to go too?" steve said while fidgeting with his water bottle, afraid the other avenger could sense his nervousness but y/n's excitement completely blinded her.

y/n's eyes lit up with excitement. "A DOG ADOPTION FAIR??" she squealed.

steve smiled, encouraged by her enthusiasm. "i thought you might like it. you're such an animal lover, and-"

she jumped and hugged him, "YES! oh my god thank you yes i'll go with you. you have no idea how much i love dogs."

"i'm getting an idea of how much" he said, patting her waist but lingering a little bit longer.

"sorry" she said, embarrassed, letting go of him. "and i'm so sorry i'm sweaty"

steve let out a soft laugh, "it's ok, i'll get a work out in now anyway"

y/n gave him a pressed smile, "ok, uhm... send me the details then?"

"yeah, sure!"

they said their goodbyes as y/n practically skipped away. steve couldn't help but feel a sense of joy himself, her genuine enthusiasm was infectious. with a contented smile, he pulled out his phone and sent her a message with all the information.

the weekend had finally arrived, and y/n's excitement was palpable as she got ready for the dog adoption fair. She stood in front of the mirror in her room, adjusting her outfit and trying to find the perfect balance between comfort and style. the fair was just a short while away, and she wanted to make sure she looked presentable.

as she put on the finishing touches, she heard a knock on her door. she crossed the room and opened the door to find steve standing there, dressed in his full captain america suit.

her eyes widened in surprise, "hey... what are you doing here?" she said, letting out a chuckled laugh but quickly slapping her mouth.

steve looked a little taken aback by her reaction. "i came here to pick you up... what's so funny?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

y/n put her hand down from her mouth, but a smile still played on her lips. "it's just... the captain america in full uniform"

steve's brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "we've been on missions together with me wearing this suit all the time. what's so funny?"

"it's just that... it looks a little out of place outside of a mission context." y/n's laughter subsided, and she smiled at him warmly. "But don't get me wrong, you look great buddy!" she said patting him on his shoulders like a child.

he grinned, rolling his eyes playfully. "i can't win with you, can i?"

y/n chuckled again and crossed her arms. "you win all the time, cap. it's just a little different seeing you like this in civilian settings."

he shook his head, "fair enough", a fond smile on his lips. "you ready?"

y/n nodded enthusiastically. "absolutely! and i promise not to burst into laughter when we're there."

steve chuckled. "i appreciate that."

the dog adoption fair was in full swing, and the atmosphere was filled with excitement and joy. y/n and steve had arrived together, and their presence only added to the event's liveliness.

steve, dressed in his full captain america suit, had become an instant hit among the attendees, especially the children. his charismatic smile drew people towards him like a magnet. he was a natural with the dogs, his gentle demeanor instantly putting them at ease.

y/n found herself busy helping people take pictures with steve, ensuring that everyone got a chance to capture a memorable moment. she laughed as kids lined up, waiting for their turn to stand beside him. grabbing the parents phone, she snapped photos of the heartwarming interactions between steve and the children.

"say CHEESE" y/n called out, her grin matching the children's enthusiasm.

steve crouched down, his shield by his side, as he posed with a wide grin. "CHEESE"

"thanks for doing this, cap!" a father said, shaking steve's hand.

steve's eyes sparkled as he replied, "it's my pleasure."

the children cheered and giggled, their faces lighting up with joy. steve's genuine connection with them was evident, and y/n couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he brought smiles to their faces. amidst the laughter and excitement, her gaze often found its way back to steve, who was already smiling at her. she reminded herself that she needed to focus on the dogs and the event, not get distracted by her growing fondness for steve. after all, they were just friends, and she didn't want to complicate things further, she thought.

however, there was one challenge that y/n couldn't ignore. every time she walked past a dog in need of a home, her heart melted. each wagging tail brought a smile to her face.

steve slowly walked up to her while she was holding a puppy, "you know, you can't have them all y/n" he said, earning a playful pout from her.

"i know!" she replied, rubbing her face on the dogs fur. "it's just... they deserve loving homes."

a fond smile on his lips as he watched her interact with the dog.

"and they will find them, with or without us adopting them all."

"yeah... but i would chose the adopting them all ourselves option if you wouldn't mind."

steve laughed, "i think it's a great idea but i don't think the rest of the tower would agree."

y/n rolled her eyes but agreed with a smile on her face.

"though i have to say, you'd make one heck of a dog mom," steve teased.

"STOOOP! don't give me ideas."

he chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on her. "you just have a big heart, that's all i meant."

y/n met his gaze, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his eyes.

as the day went on, y/n found it harder to focus on anything other than steve. she caught herself stealing glances when he wasn't looking. she watched as he patiently listened to children's stories, posed for countless pictures, and interacted with the dogs as if they were his own.

each time she caught herself, she reprehended herself for feeling this way, especially given her recent breakup with bucky, especially for the fact that he is her exes best friend.

eventually, she allowed herself a moment to appreciate the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and the genuine laughter that escaped his lips.

as the sun began to set and the event came to a close, y/n and steve shared a quiet moment. they leaned against a nearby railing, watching as families left with their newly adopted furry friends.

"you did amazing today, steve," y/n said with a soft smile.

he looked at her, his blue eyes warm. "it was a team effort. you helped make today special for a lot of people too. mine included."

y/n's heart swelled. as they stood there, side by side, she couldn't help but feel joy.

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