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zanarkandskylines · 7 days

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₊✩‧₊ ⎯ Bakugo goes with you to Disney world!

『 ♡ - k.bakugo x fem!reader 』 ✩ content; fun & fluffy fluff, soft bakugo ⇢ katsuki bakugo masterlist ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — I was visiting family in Florida and wanted to spread some magic to my favorite. 💕

The flares of the Florida sun beat down on your exposed skin, humidity wrapping around your body like a blanket. The thin coat of sweat under your clothes wasn’t going to ruin your mood, but it definitely might ruin your boyfriend’s.

“Fuck, s’hot,” Bakugo grumbles, taking off his hat to wipe the sweat gathered on his forehead with the back of his free hand. “Knew you said it’d be a sticky heat, but goddamn. We haven’t even gotten in’ta the park yet and I’m dyin’.”

“Sorry babes, it’ll be better once we’re off the ferry,” you reassured, knowing that the trip across the water to the main entrance is always the hottest part of the trek. The ferry was packed with families donning various themed outfits - matching t-shirts, Disney princess costumes, and tons of little ones with Mickey and Minnie ears on their heads.

Bakugo leans over to you, snickering at a few kids running across the deck. “That kid’s gonna have the best sleep of his life tonight.”

A gentle smile settling on your lips as you watched the joy exude from the toddler, giggling up a storm with his mom.

“I can’t remember a time I had a sliver of that kinda energy,” you joke, lulling your head back as the wind swept through your ponytail. “Or a decent night’s sleep.”

“Ya had plenty of energy last night,” he laughs, smirking as you smack him on the arm while the ferry approaches the dock. Bakugo takes your hand when you stand to exit the boat, interlocking his fingers with your own. The greenery of the entrance flourishes under the sun’s rays, immediately catching your attention. You pull him to the side, standing in front of the landscape with the plaque that reads “Magic Kingdom” and the anniversary celebration signage. Before you can ask him to take a picture together, he’s already tugging you closer and taking out his phone from his pocket.

“Knew you were gonna ask, you and your sentimental ass,” Bakugo quips, unlocking his fingers from your grasp in exchange for a spot on your waist.

“Scoot in close baby, I wanna get the flowers an’ shit.” He angles his phone to catch both of you with the flower display and the entry sign in the background, and to your surprise, he’s got the cheesiest smile on his face when he takes the shot.

“Go stand over there,” he demands, patting you on the small of your back when he lets go of your waist. You shoot him a confused stare, about to ask why before he cuts you off.

“I want a shot of my favorite princess. Stand over there an’ look pretty for me, peach.”

“Aww, Disney Magic already making you sappy?” You tease, sticking your tongue out him playfully to hide the blush creeping across your cheeks. He huffs while signaling you to move into the perfect spot. Once he’s satisfied with the position, you pose sweetly without hesitation with your foot propped up and cute little peace sign. Bakugo’s heart leaps into his throat when he studies your beautiful face through his screen, instantly setting the photo as his lock screen.

Both of you make your way to the gates and scan your magic bands, the signature chime and green light letting the two of you proceed into Magic Kingdom. Strolling through the Main Street Square, you stop in your tracks at the sight of Cinderella’s Castle, taking in its majestic glow with starry eyes.

“Wow, what a beautiful fu-uh, freakin’, sight,” Bakugo says, trying to watch his language around all the kids roaming the town square. You can’t help but giggle at his instance to be “family friendly,” trying his damndest not to curse at his natural 110% volume level. Jokingly, you told him earlier at breakfast that Mickey Mouse would pop out of a bush and scold him for cursing too much if he got caught and he’d end up in Disney Jail.

“So, where to first?” You question, bouncing on your heels with excitement. “Wanna meet your actual favorite princess?”

“Fu-screw off,” he snorts, squeezing your hand in jest. “…maybe later.”

You start walking down Main Street, navigating the crowds to head to the little nook between the castle and Tomorrowland. Peaking around the line queue, you squeal with excitement when you see Merida posing with a family of five.

“Look, there she is!”

Bakugo wasn’t really sure why he was nervous, he knew it was an actress, but a familiar childlike sense of wonder had him wanting to kick his feet with enthusiasm over the thought of meeting his favorite Disney princess. Merida happens to glance toward the two of you as you pass by the line queue before the next family gets her attention, waving when she sees you smile at her. Bakugo doesn’t know what to do, a weird fluttering sensation in his stomach as he manages to give a small wave back.

“Don’t get too soft on me now,” you quip, elbowing him in the side. "I happen to like your grumpy ass."

He barks out a laugh, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “M’not soft, princess. You’ll be askin’ for the opposite later.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, biting it playfully while you dramatically swat at him to cut it out.

The two of you meander through Magic Kingdom as the day goes on, jumping on rides, watching the parades, sharing snacks, and absorbing all the magic the park offered. You can’t remember a time where you’ve seen Bakugo smile for hours on end, enjoying your company and having the a blast - even in the blistering heat! He went into a laughing fit watching you walk off of Space Mountain all wobbly the entire walk down the exit ramp from dizziness. And when he beat your score on the Buzz Lightyear ride, he insisted on buying the souvenir picture to prove his victory over you…and because he wants to hang it in the living room when you get home.

The day winds down, the sunset splayed across the horizon as the two of you settle into a spot in front of the castle, patiently waiting for the fireworks display to begin. The refreshing sensation of orange flavored dole whip hits your tongue, taking a few scoops before handing the cup back to Bakugo.

"Isn't this the life?" You ask, leaning back on your hands to stretch out your legs. "Can't believe I got you to wear matching Mickey ears."

"Y'didn't, you bought them when I said no," he retorts, rolling his eyes as he takes another bite of dole whip. "But I'm glad ya did, they're stupidly cute."

He sets the half-eaten cup on the sidewalk next to him, reaching into his pocket for his phone. "C'mere, before it gets too dark."

Bakugo tugs you closer, leaning against you as he hands you his phone to take a picture. When you're about to push the shutter button, he surprises you by planting a sweet peck on your cheek, a gleeful smile crossing your lips. When you look back at it, you can't help but think this is real - your boyfriend, the Katsuki Bakugo, one of Japan's top ten heroes, is here with you in Disney World, happy as can be, wearing matching Mickey ears and taking silly selfies with you.

"I'm starting to think you're the sentimental one."

"Can't a guy show off his girl?"

His girl.

"Color me shocked you wanted to be seen in those," you point to the Mickey ears atop his hat.

"Peach, y'know I'd do anything for ya at this point. I like bein' all cute and shit with you, and only you."

And you know what? That was a good enough answer. Bakugo flashes you a toothy grin before putting his phone back in his pocket, scooching closer so your hips are touching and offering you the last of the dole whip. The fireworks start a few moments later, the two of you lost in the beautiful explosive lights for the entire show.

Later that night, when you finally trudged back to the hotel, you have a notification of a new tagged photo that catches your attention - from Dynamight001. The caption of the photo set is short and sweet, thousands of likes and comments already flooding the post as he uploaded it on his main hero account.

"home's anywhere you are.🧡"

You're swiping through the photos, and there's one you didn't know he took at the very end. It's of you while watching the fireworks, the reflects of color sparkling in your eyes with a smile on your face.

Your heart beats against your ribs, overflowing with love for him as he waltzes out of the bathroom in his sweats. He sees the look on your face and chuckles, tackling you to the bedsheets and peppers your neck with kisses.

"Get off your phone already and in'ta bed, baby. We've got another long day tomorrow."

You hum in acknowledgement, tossing your phone onto the nightstand and sinking under the comforter to snuggle up into his chest - just the way he loves.

And you can't help but think to yourself, he's right.

Home's anywhere you are.

Disney bound!; @slayfics @maddietries @queenpiranhadon @starieq @liluvtojineteyam

#bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader fluff #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #soft bakugou #bakugo fluff #bakugo drabble #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugou #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #☆.rei writes

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ghost-proofbaby · 10 months

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Hi!! I’m your friendly neighborhood Swiftie BEGGING you for Eddie - Sparks Fly

sparks fly (eddie's version)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff. mutual pining. the works. <3

wc: 2.1k+

a/n: this one got mad cheesy. maybe a little too cheesy. idc. i had fun with it.

“You know, one of these days, you’re gonna have to talk to Ed,” the older bartender, Phil, muses as he wipes down the counter behind you.

You hardly hear him over the current symphony of electric guitars, riveting bass, and crashing drums filling the Hideout. You had one focus tonight, just as you did every Tuesday and Friday night, and that was the band on the stage currently commanding an even larger audience than last week.

You’d seen it coming. Building crowds, more buzzing conversations around town in hushed tones about the band that owned the stage of the hole in the wall. You’d stumbled upon them by accident, coming in and telling yourself you were just grabbing one drink after a particularly rough shift. But one drink immediately turned into four that night when the band had taken the stage, playing song after song, keeping you glued to that bar stool and completely enamored with one particular boy on stage.

Eddie Munson.

Every time you watch him command that stage, wild hair and vibrant eyes, it’s like the first time all over again. You can’t get over his wicked grin, the way he puts his entire self into each performance, the rasp of his voice – you’re down bad for a man you’ve never even properly spoken to.

By some miracle, you tear your eyes from the stage, swiveling to face Phil, “Excuse me?”

“Ed. You know, Eddie,” he repeats himself, leaning both palms on the bar, “He notices you, you know? Always asks me where you ran off to after their set’s done.”

Your heart is suddenly in your throat, embarrassment red hot in the pit of your stomach, “H-He notices me? Why would he notice me?”

“You’re at every show. Even before they started getting a proper crowd. The damn boy hasn’t shut up about you since that first night,” Phil pauses to hand off a beer to another patron wordlessly, “You’re lucky you pay with cash and not card, or I’m sure he would’ve tracked you down outside of here by now. Calls you his Cinderella.”

Like a clock chiming midnight, the final tinny note of the set rings through the bar, and you can hear that rasp of Eddie’s voice booming through the speakers.

“We have been Corroded Coffin! Thank you very fucking much!”

And just like clockwork, you’re rushing to dig into your purse, yanking a twenty from your wallet and smacking it onto the bar before grabbing your drink to down the last of it.

“I’m not Cinderella,” you choke out over the residual burn of the alcohol, face still scrunched up as you glance over your shoulder to see the boys have already left the stage, “I just like the music.”

“The music,” he hums, “Right. Well, your money’s no good here tonight, little miss Cindy,” he reaches out, and with a singular fingertip, pushes the cash back towards you over the sticky wood. When your mouth opens and closes in confusion, Phil’s eyes flicker up towards the side door beside the stage where a commotion has begun, signaling that the band is coming out, “It seems the music likes you, too. So much so that he demanded I add your drinks to his tab tonight.”

The coals of embarrassment burn even brighter, igniting you from the inside out. Your hand flies out, grabbing back the twenty and shoving it aimlessly in your purse. You keep looking back at the crowd, catching glimpses of dark curls over the small sea of people singing their praises, watching your seconds run out in real time. It’s not that you didn’t want to speak to the man who has had you captivated for several months now; you were just mortified that he’d noticed you in that crowd, noticed the way you attended each show.

One of these days you’d talk to him. But tonight, you had no bravery left for such boldness.

“You’re gonna have to leave behind a glass slipper for the boy eventually,” Phil only chuckles, watching you fumble to clasp your purse before you shoot up from the stool, “Hey, hold on-”

“Another night, Phil!” you call out, not even looking back as you make a beeline for the bar’s exit.

If you had, you would have seen your favorite ring that Phil was holding up, the one that you had taken off your finger to fiddle with endlessly before sitting it down at some point without thought, now left behind like some kind of glass slipper.

—

You were late. It was Friday night, the day had been a nightmare, and you were fucking late to Corroded Coffin’s show.

Your attendance had never faltered like this before. You were always right on time, sometimes five minutes early once the crowds doubled in size in order to secure one of your regular seats.

The deviation from your routine has you reeling, amongst other things. Your Friday had simply been shit. A nonstop rampant attack on your sanity, one thing after another testing what was left of your patience. You’d slept through your first two alarms this morning, you hadn’t realized you were out of coffee creamer until you’d grabbed the scarily light container of it this morning, you had to take a dreadfully cold shower rather than waste precious minutes letting the water warm, you’d worked through your lunch to clean up a mess made by your coworker – the list goes on and on.

You burst through the entrance of the Hideout, probably looking a bit crazed, stopping dead in your tracks when you realize two things.

One, It’s fairly empty. And two, Corroded Coffin is not on the stage.

“Look who decided to show!” Phil calls from his place behind the bar, waving dramatically to you, “Cinderella!”

“Phil, for the last time, I’m not-”

“Your favorite band canceled tonight, I’m afraid,” he bulldozes right over your retort as you approach one of your usual stools.

Your brows furrow, “Canceled? Is everything okay?”

Phil’s mouth opens. But it’s not his voice that answers you.

“Gareth’s sick.”

A voice you’d only heard on the stage, through crackling speakers and enthusiastic addresses to a crowd. A voice you had never heard one-on-one, and for good reason.

Your breath escapes you as you turn slowly, facing the man you’d managed to elude for months now.

“Pardon?” you squeak out, voice hardly audible.

Eddie still grins shyly, hearing you loud and clear due to how uncharacteristically quiet the bar is tonight, “Our drummer, Gareth – he’s, uh, sick. Sorry to disappoint.”

He’s just as captivating up close as he is on the stage. There’s still something wild in him, something electrifying that he seems completely unaware of.

“Don’t apologize,” you’re still whispering, internally cursing yourself for it. You probably look ridiculous right now; you can only picture your starry eyes and parted lips, looking at him with palpable shock, hardly able to utter a word, “I- I’m not disappointed. There’ll be other shows!” you stammer your way through your words, and when Eddie only continues to look at you with gentle amusement, the softest ripple of possible nerves from the way his hands shoved into his pockets, you continue to over explain yourself, rambling on, “I just- I, uh, hope he feels better.”

“Yeah, me too,” he nods in agreement before he buries his hands even deeper. Suddenly, as if he’s found something in those pockets, his face lights up in delight, “Oh! Hey, I-” his left hand pulls out of his pocket at lightning speed, still curled into a fist as he thrusts it into your direction, “I think this might be yours.”

Slowly, he unfurls his fingers, and in the center of his palm rests your ring. You had assumed it was lost to the fire, that it might have fallen off at work or outside your apartment, never to be found again. Just another thing to add to your checklist of things gone wrong.

And yet there it was, like a perfect glass slipper, right in the palm of Eddie’s hand.

Your nerves are all but forgotten as you get giddy, reaching out without thinking to take the ring from him. A gentle brush of your fingertips against this palm, and you swear you feel sparks flying from the minimal contact, “Oh! Oh my gosh! Thank you, I-” you slip it on easily, smiling widely before you look up at him gleefully, “I thought I’d lost it for good. Thank you.”

Eddie turns bashful, tilting down his chin and letting stray curls fall in his face that half hide his own contained grin. If the lighting in the bar had been better, you would have caught the pink spreading across his cheeks.

“And so the prince finally meets his Cinderella,” Phil mutters from behind the two of you before he suddenly smacks his palms on the countertop, “Alright! Well, if you two will excuse me, I have to…. Do some stock count in the back,” a blatant lie, “Don’t burn the place down, yeah?”

Eddie snaps out of his daze to look up to the older man, mock saluting him in a way that has an involuntary giggle leaving your lips. In an instant, he’s looking back down to you, almost surprised at the sound.

Cheap bar lighting can no longer hide his blush. Or your own adoration.

“The bar is yours! Make good decisions!” Phil continues to shout as he moves to the backroom, voice fading with each step.

Finally, you and Eddie are alone.

“And then there were two,” he murmurs, taking a step closer to you, finding something brave in him at the way you’re looking up at him in reverie.

The rockstar that had been enchanting you for months from a distance. The man who had been occupying all your thoughts far too much for having been a stranger.

This is your chance. No more hiding at the back of the bar, only admiring him with the safety of a crowd between you two. No more wondering, no more imagining, no more pining. Time stands still, not a single clock daring to strike midnight as the electric currents between you two come to a rise.

“Say,” you say right when he looks to be preparing himself to speak first. It’s time to be bold, take a risk, no matter the costs. “Do you… Do you want to grab a drink?”

His wicked grin is even better right in front of you, directed at you, “Well, he did say the bar is ours. What’s your poison?”

“Jack and coke?”

He shrugs, still a vibrant fool, like a schoolgirl with a crush, “I’ve been known to have a heavy hand with the jack, but… I think I can manage that.”

Electrifying, pulsing, the beginning of something new. You can see it now – the way you’re going to cling to his arm when he makes you laugh so hard you nearly fall off your chair, the way he’ll be able to charm you better over a jack and coke than he ever had been able to from behind a guitar, the way those eyes scream trouble. And yet at the end of the night, you know he’ll still walk you to your car through the empty parking lot. He’ll probably use the excuse of the bad weather looming overhead. When the sky finally breaks open and the first drops of rain fall, neither of you will be brave enough to admit what you both already know. Tonight’s not the night for kisses in the rain or talk of what-ifs.

That’s fine. For tonight, the sparks of something new are enough.

Eddie moves to walk behind the bar, but you throw out a reckless hand to catch him. Your first curls around his forearm for the first time tonight, and even with the layer of leather that separates skin, you can feel it. “Hey, did you really call me your Cinderella?”

Flashes and arrays of what’s to come flood both of you. It’s only the first drink. It’s only the first night.

It won’t be the last.

“I mean,” he nods subtly down to the hand holding him, where your ring glitters on your middle finger, snug on your knuckle, “If the ring fits, right?”

He’s right. The ring fits.

And a different ring fits years later, after all those kisses in the rain and many more jack and cokes that Eddie never quite perfects. And you’re still right where you belong, front row at every Corroded Coffin show, Eddie’s own personal Cinderella. When the clock strikes midnight, he’s no longer afraid – he knows you’ll be coming home to him now.

Phil only laughs when he receives the invite, chuckling to himself at the chosen theme for the two idiots that once haunted his bar who now had moved onto bigger and better things.

A gothic fairytale wedding, on a Tuesday night. How fitting.

"you touch me once and it's really something. you find i'm even better than you imagined i would be."

#speak now (ghost's version)#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #gotta go see a dentist now #heavily inspired by the og version where she talks about meeting in a bar ngl #speak now is just so fairytale love coded to me i'm sorry #this also would have fit so well for enchanted too but #i listened to sparks fly as i wrote it i swear

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adventuringblind · 4 months

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Lando Norris

Key: ♤angst ♡fluff ◇hurt/comfort ♧spicy ☆smut ○crack

I love you, please save me // part two♡♤ Cinderella♡ Panic Attacks♡◇ Chaotically ill and Chronically Cute♡◇○ Jet Lag♡ The Law of Lando♧ Nothing but Love♡ Monaco Bound♡♤ Love is blind♡◇ Misheard, Misjudged♤◇ Mend Me◇♤♡ Band-Aids are for Speed♡

#lando norris f1 #x reader #f1 fic #formula one #fanficion #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #lando norris #lando x reader #ln4 #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader

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underoossss · 2 years

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💖= fluff 🥺= hurt/comfort 🌧= angst ⚡️=newest 🥳=favorites

miguel o’hara:

hug me better 🥺💖⚡️

you have a terrible migraine and go to a mission anyway. the results aren’t what you expected but Miguel has your back. established relationship.

tell me 💖

jealousy makes Miguel’s feelings impossible to ignore.

completely yours 🥺

you’ve never hidden your affections for Miguel, and though you know he cares about you, he’s always hiding his. this changes when a mission goes sideways.

what if’s ⚡️🥺

the lines between friendship and love have been blurred between the two of you for a while. when miguel’s stubbornness causes you to fight, the two of you have to decide if you’re willing to take a leap in more ways than one.

steve harrington:

the way you move 1 2 3 4 5 💖️⚡️

steve harrington is you best friend, he's captain of the community college basketball team and you're a ballet dancer studying in the university of Indiana. opposites attract, though the two of you are convinced the other couldn't like you more than a friend. pining idiots in love, best friends to eventual lovers.

head over heels 🥺💖🌧️⚡️

steve falls for robin’s grumpy friend, harder than he’s ever fallen before. you’re hesitant, distrustful, and distant, and steve will soon find out why. little by little steve brings your walls down and the reward is a happiness so great it might scare you off.

driving lessons 💖

steve teaches you how to drive, and spending so much time together brings all your feelings to the surface. best friends to lovers.

haunted house 💖

you and Steve venture into the haunted house of the Halloween fair, but it’s okay bc steve promised to protect you.

all the love in the world 🌧️🥺

steve thinks he’s not worthy of love, that something’s wrong with him. you convince him he’s wrong. requested

surprise visit 💖

Pining idiots in love. You surprise Steve after some days away from Hawkins and your feelings are all over the place. blurb.

I didn’t mean it like that 🥺🌧️💖

steve and you have your first fight, you think it means you’re broken up, steve tells you otherwise. miscommunicating idiots in love. requested.

pumpkin carving 💖

you try to carve pumpkins but all Steve wants to do is kiss.

tell me what you need 🌧️🥺⚡️

you get hurt in the upside down and it scares steve, you want nothing but to comfort him. requested

dress 🔥💖

modern Steve au. when Steve sees a compromising instagram story he wasn’t supposed to, you find out you weren’t friendzoned as you thought.

forehead kisses 💖

you comfort steve after a rough day at work.

be mine 💖

Valentine’s Day doesn’t go as planned but Steve makes it all better. Pining fools and love confessions.

coffee and cookies – soulmate au 💖

Your soulmate has always been a mystery to you. In a world where you can feel their pain, you’re more than a little concerned about your soulmate’s whereabouts. One day, your friend Steve Harrington visits you at work just in time for a major revelation to both of you.

so this is love - Cinderella AU 💖

Steve Harrington had resigned himself to his reality: his parents hated him so much they denied his existence, he was banned from attending any event he’s invited to, and he is a disappointment to the family name. The last thing he expected was to meet the Kingdom’s princess, let alone fall in love with her.

what I like about you part 1 - 💖 part 2

steve harrington was supposed to be robin’s wingman at a concert, what he didn’t expect was to fall in love with the band’s drummer. steve x drummer!gf friends to lovers goodness.

beginnings 🥺

Steve and you host New Year’s Eve in your very first house.

im here- 🥺💖

when you have an accident, steve comes to the rescue, soothing your worries and bathing you with comfort without a second thought.

sleepless nights - 💖

steve loves to cuddle, so when you can’t sleep he comes to find you.

babe, baby, beautiful - 🥺💖🌧(🥳)

you’re in love with steve, your best friend, but you don’t think he’s in love with you. after seeing him on a date with someone else you decide to avoid him until your heartache is over but he starts to lose his mind.

let me look at you for a bit -💖🥺 (🥳)

steve has a nightmare but you give him comfort

party whispers -💖(🥳)

you go to a party with boyfriend!steve and learn that he loves to gossip more than he lets on.

calm - 💖 (🥳)

a late night conversation about the future with boyfriend!steve

a necklace, a movie, and a summer picnic -💖

a series of events in a summer weekend with boyfriend!steve

fall dates and pumpkin pies -💖 (🥳)

after dropping lucas and max off at the cinema, you remember your first date with steve.

you’re sunshine -🥺

steve comforts you when you make a mistake.

Kisses for comfort - 🥺💖

you have a terrible day at work. steve is all you need to feel better.

everything together – 🥺💖⚡️

steve scares you by making a last minute sacrifice, when you find out he’s okay he offers you comfort even if you’re mad at him.

eddie munson

set my heart on fire -💖

rockstar!eddie x singer!reader strangers to friends to lovers goodness

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader

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heyidkyay · 1 year

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Just wondering if you would ever consider writing a Matty fic where he falls in love with a fan in the audience of a show? Maybe he writes songs about it all? It’s very cliche but man does it pull on my heart strings, the Cinderella of it all. Getting swept up into his life like that would be so romantic.

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Part one

Strayed a little but it’s still very much fluff filled, maybe not what you’d first expect? Idk, that sounds strange but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Thank you for the prompt!<3

Part Two

It was official.

After days of relentless pleading and having been so blatantly coerced into it by my mum and younger sister, I’d finally relented and given in to attending the concert. And I sort of hated myself for it. Strange, I know, but now I had no choice but to see some fuck-off band- I’d never even heard of- with my teenage sister and her best mate, who were practically mad about them.

I mean, I love the girls, I truly do. With all my heart. But having to spend an entire evening with them, surrounded by a thousand other screaming fans, just wasn’t something I was looking too forward to.

And who could honestly blame me?

You see, it had all begun earlier that same week. I’d been on my lunch break, grateful to have just a minute to myself, when my mum had called. We’d gone through the motions, happy to catch up; she told me the gossip whirling round back home (next door were back to rowing again and Tracey in the post office had fallen pregnant for the seventh time); she’d asked after me, like she always did, questioned if I was eating enough, sleeping alright, if I’d met anyone new…

My mum and I had always been pretty close. She’d had me young, I was her first baby- something she never failed to remind me of- and we’d sort of grown up together. Seeing as how my father (nickname: The Sperm-Doner- yes, the caps were necessary) had gone and fallen into all kinds of shit and ultimately decided to fuck off when things had gotten too real. She was my rock, the one person I could count on to defend my corner, and always believed in everything I ever set my mind to.

It had been hard on the both of us when I’d left home, especially seeing as I was now a couple dozen cities away. But life continued on and we adapted, I went back to visit as much as I possibly could, and called whenever I had the time. Even though in moments when all I really needed was a good hug from her, it was easy to remember what I was doing this all for, and that my family was only a train journey away. They were a constant, even if they lived a couple hundred miles from me.

So she had phoned, I’d immediately noticed the stress which underlined her tone and I’d asked what was up. She’d danced around the topic as much as she could- she hated asking for things, ‘that’s my job,’ she liked to reiterate whenever something occurred and I tried to help out. But I’d dragged it out of her in the end. And oh how I now wished that I’d just left it.

Because here I was, stood in the freezing cold, outside of the O2 arena, in a line full of a couple hundred other excited fans who were all waiting eagerly for the gates to open.

The two girls were squirming beside me, so ecstatic you’d have thought that I’d gone and laced their drinks with something other than sugar, jumping all about the place whilst they squealed to one another in such a high pitched tone that anyone else would’ve believed that they were conversing in another language all together.

It was amusing to a point, because I could honestly recall the same euphoric high I’d felt when I’d finally gotten tickets to an Arctic Monkeys gig almost a decade ago now.

Internally I winced as the memory drifted to the forefront of my mind, feeling far too old for my twenty-three years.

But I could also admit that I was honestly in a tad bit of a mood, had been for the last half hour or so, because I truly fucking hated the cold. And right now? It was baltic and I was freezing my tits off.

I’d already buried my face into the opening of the leather jacket I’d thrown on that morning and wrapped my arms around my torso to enclose some of my remaining heat, but it was of little use. I was still shivering away with a frown.

I’d gotten a couple of lingering looks whilst here, something I’d noticed but could’ve cared less about. It was far too cold to be stood about waiting in any sort of line, so they could all excuse me for not being overly delighted with the whole ordeal.

I sighed and peered down at my phone screen, glancing at the time, then double checked my pockets for the tickets I’d been handed on arrival and told to guard with my life.

It was probably the twentieth time I’d done so, because who in their right mind would give me, of all people, something important to look after? I was the least irresponsible person I knew when it came to being organised.

Because listen, I could get anywhere on time, I was insanely good at that- a job interview, an airport, a school play… But nine times out of ten, I’d almost always forget the one thing I’d needed most. My resume, everybody’s passports, the wig I’d worn one halloween and promised to my younger brother so that he could complete his costume in time for his class assembly…

Yeah, so I was a bit of a mess. But who wasn’t?

Albeit saying that, I had ultimately been the one to score these tickets. My mum and step-dad had gifted them to my younger sister as an early Christmas present after she’d literally begged for months on end during the lead up to the drop of the presale.

It had just been the three of us, all sat down in the family living room, back home up north, earlier this year. We’d counted down the minutes, a dozen devices in hand and at the ready, and it had been something short of a miracle, in all truth.

The website had crashed a couple times, my step-dad’s phone had died, and then my laptop had quickly followed. The dog had knocked over a freshly made brew and almost pissed itself. And then the postman had scared the absolute life out of us when he’d knocked on the front door.

So to say that we had all breathed in sudden relief when I’d loudly announced that I’d managed it, was a MASSIVE understatement.

Note. The worst part to seeing your favourite band live; Ticketmaster.

Even the thought of doing it again had me riddled with anxiety. I shivered involuntary, whether it was from the mere idea of it, or the cold, I’d never know.

But being stood here now, I was cursing myself for having been the one to officially bag the stupid things. I sighed inwardly, if only I wasn’t such a brilliant, caring and amazing older sister. But it was a hard life, I supposed.

“I’m so excited!” My sister, Rosie, squealed, drawing me from my thoughts. She’d gripped onto Tea’s arm in her sudden bout of elation, and the two shared a maddening grin. The other girl didn’t seem to mind the tight grip her best friend held, and so I figured it was probably down to the anticipation of it all- or the fact that it was still so bloody cold.

The thing about Rosie and Tea was, they had been as thick as thieves for as long as I could remember. There’d never been one without the other, and so it was sweet to see the pair looking so forward to something like this, something which they both shared such an obvious love for.

“I know!” Tea breathed dramatically, looking a little flushed, “I want to meet them so bad, it actually hurts.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the pair, in good fun of course, because they were both so adorably obsessed.

Oh, to be a teen again.

“You two are really looking forward to this,” I commented with a light chuckle, watching on as the two girls danced around happily in the small section we’d claimed. “I just don’t get it.”

Once those words had left my lips, I instantly regretted it. Having been met with the deathly glare of two teenage girls was not something I’d offer up to just anyone.

“Are you serious?” My sister outrightly demanded, staring up at me with a face of utter bewilderment. Scarily, she looked a lot like our mum in that moment. “They’re The 1975, Y/n. They’re- incredible! You must have heard at least one of their songs!”

Tea nodded her head alongside Rosie, bobbing up and down in agreement.

I simply shrugged at the pair of them, finding amusement in their infatuation. “Can’t say that I have, Ro.”

“But, Y/n/n, you love bands! Music in general- I’d bet my whole vinyl collection that you’ll love them too!” Rosie stressed, she then smiled brightly up at me when I merely quirked a brow in retort. I dug my hands deeper into my pockets.

“I like bands, yeah. Band’s like The Stone Roses, The Kooks, Joy Division… The type that make music for music’s sake, you know? Not the kind that strive to get on the top ten, babe.”

I shook my head fondly at the two.

This band they were so enamoured by were probably just as decent as they claimed, and I could admit that simply because, well, they’d have to be to have all these crazy fans gathered in one place. But they just weren’t my cup of tea.

Ooh, talking of tea, I was proper gagging for one. I’d yet to have my daily fix, and after having been rudely rushed out of my flat early this morning, I’d been unable to stop off at any sort of coffee shop on the way over in fear of losing a spot in line.

The two teens rolled their eyes at me, and my forehead pinched when my sister pulled out a pair of headphones and all but shoved them into my ears. “Look, just listen, okay?”

I reeled back in alarm, having not expected the sudden ambush. “Christ, Ro!” I exclaimed, but the girl only huffed at me before turning to press play on her phone. She gave me a stern look. I relented.

At first, I couldn’t hear anything but the slow intro to an unfamiliar song- even with the swarm of fans gathered around me. But I continued to listen, honing in on the tempo and its melody. And as the song went on, I begun to understand why so many people enjoyed it. The lyrics, although a bit out there and entertainingly vulgar at parts, were smart and witty, they fell with the instrumental perfectly and the singer’s voice was pretty different to what I’d first expected. It made me want to really listen, to follow along, to understand the backstory.

Honestly, they weren’t half as terrible as I’d first believed. And once the outro had faded out, I actually felt a little conflicted. The song obviously had a much deeper meaning to it, but its instrumental made it so lively and energetic that I’d found myself bobbing along almost subconsciously. It was something I could see myself getting lost in, and I wondered whether or not they’d made anything more raw, or emotional.

The songwriter was definitely talented, I couldn’t deny that, they’d had gone through some shit, and I found myself longing to read deeper into their words.

“They’re sick, right?”

The headphones being ripped out of my ears brought me back to the present and I blinked slowly at my sister’s question.

“Yeah.” I shrugged a shoulder, handing over the wire. “Yeah, they’re alright. Can sort of see why you two like them so much.”

I laughed to myself when the girls faces lit up.

“They’re amazing! And you’ll so enjoy this show- as well as the boys! They’re proper nice deep down, like really care about us as fans and all that.” Tea encouraged, seemingly quite happy that I hadn’t just gone and shit all over her favourite band.

“Yeah, they’re so lovely, Y/n!” Rosie added, eyes alive as she barrelled on to explain further, “There’s four of them, right? First, we have Adam, he plays the guitar mainly- blonde, tall, only one who’s started his own little family. And then there’s Ross and George-”

“Ross is on bass, long haired with a beard, whilst George plays the drums.” Tea weighed in, before Rosie was back to chattering away again.

I was honestly beginning to feel as though I was watching an extreme game of tennis with the way my attention kept batting back and forth between them.

“Tea’s obsessed with him.” Rosie felt the need to inform me, before her face immediately brightened, “Oh, and then there’s Matty of course!”

My sister was wearing one of the biggest grins I’d ever witnessed on any singular person and I snorted when Tea rolled her eyes and made a slight dig, “You can see who Ro’s claimed.”

“Hardy har.” Rosie deadpanned, jutting a light elbow into her friend’s side before she gave me a serious look, “I haven’t ‘claimed’ him. I just…”

“You just want to have his children. Yeah, I know, Rose. You never fail to not mention it.”

Rosie stuck her tongue out in retort whilst I tried to bite back my rising amusement when they continued to bicker. The two made a right pair.

“So, what’s this Matty like then?” I questioned, wanting to know a little bit more about the guy who’d caught my sister’s eye, but mainly just eager to poke a bit more fun at her. “Come on, what’s so great about him that you��ve gone and dubbed yourself a tribute to birth his prodigy spawn?”

The girls wrinkled their noses at me, Rosie’s upper lip curled in faint disgust. “Why’ve you gotta word it like that?” She scoffed, shaking her head at me.

I chuckled, shrugging a singular shoulder. “Because I live to annoy you. So, are you gonna tell me or do I have to ask about?”

I made the effort then to pretend as though I was about to disrupt the group behind us’s conversation, but the girls were quick to waylay me, jumping hastily to grab at my outstretched hand. I smirked.

“Stop it!” Rosie all but hissed, her worried eyes flicking back over towards the people beside us before falling on me again, this time they were slitted. “God, you’re so embarrassing.”

Me, embarrassing? Hah. She should be thankful that I knew when to stop. I could still vividly recall the days when my mum had attempted the same shit with me, except she’s the type to actually follow through, leaving her daughter to stand sheepishly behind her, internally cursing the day her mother had decided to forgo an abortion. Dark, yes, but I’d also been a hormonal fifteen year old girl, so sue me.

I rolled my eyes instead of voicing this though, knowing it would only go in one ear and out the other. And ultimately, my sister sighed allowing me to prompt her on further with the rise of my brows.

“Matty, he’s the frontman basically.” She said, back to talking with her hands, forgetting about the whole ordeal.

That made sense, I thought to myself, although I’d always been a drummer sort of girl. Helders, Taylor, Fleetwood, Bonham, Moretti… I could go on.

No honestly, I could, so I was just glad that Rosie chose that moment to stop me.

“He’s a proper performer, you know? Like he just belongs up there, on stage.” My sister breathed, and she wore the sweetest look of admiration on her face. “He’s got this mop of messy black curls and he’s covered in tattoos. Wears all this cool shit and he’s-”

“-also a bit of an arsehole.” Tea summarised for her, before Rosie could get too carried away.

I blinked at my sister’s best friend in surprise, before a loud laugh bubbled out of me.

In all the years I’d known this girl, this deceivingly sweet girl, not once- once, I stress!- had I ever heard something so shameless spill from out her mouth, and with the exasperated look she had paired with it, I couldn’t hold in my delight.

“Tea!” I exclaimed, and was so tickled to see the younger girl’s cheeks redden when she turned to give me a sheepish sort of smile. “How crass! I always thought it was Rosie who’d been the bad influence between the pair of you, but now I see quite a few secrets are coming to light tonight.”

Rosie snorted in reply, “She’s done worse. Trust me.”

Tea swatted at my sister’s arm upon hearing that, widening her eyes in a silent warning.

“Oh, come off it.” Rosie waved away with a roll of her eyes. “It’s just Y/n.”

I decided to leave off of the teasing, feeling a bit bad for embarrassing the younger girl. “Yeah, I’m just messing, lovie.” I told Tea with a soft smile as I draped an arm over her shoulders to draw her in for a hug. “You can relax, nothing that happens tonight will be getting back to your mum, alright?”

“Yeah, ‘cause we all know what she’s like.” Rosie tittered under her breath and I slapped lightly at her bicep to scold her. “What?” The girl exaggerated with a high-pitched drawl, rubbing at her arm with a narrowed eyed glare that was directed towards both Tea and I. “I was just saying! And what’s with you two and smacking me about today?”

Tea giggled and I squeezed her lightly before letting go.

“Don’t talk about things that have nothing to do with you.” I told my sister simply, “Freya’s a perfectly lovely woman, just a tad…”

“Insane?” Rosie offered, at the same time Tea said, “Extreme.”

“Eccentric- was what I was going to say.” I shook my head at the duo. “Honestly, the two of you.”

The girls only laughed.

The line started to move a little while later, slowly mind, but it was a progress I was grateful to see.

Anything to get out of this chilly wind in truth.

And as we waddled along, the two teens I was with continued to speak of the band, trying to catch me up on anything and everything I’d missed before the show officially started.

Not that it helped at all. I was beyond crap when it came to things like that- recalling anything trivial- I could hardly even remember the band’s actual name and it was plastered practically everywhere around me. As well as this big box thing.

I breathed out a loud sigh of relief when I realised that we were up next, and when we were signalled over towards the gates by one of the arenas guards I could see just how nervous Rosie and Tea had grown, giddy but mostly eager to just get inside. I couldn’t help the fond smile which limned my lips then, happy to see them so excited.

“You three.” A large man, branded in a security uniform, called, jerking his head over at us. I heard the girls take a deep breath as we approached and I quietly chuckled at them. “Tickets?” He stated.

Oh shit, yeah. The tickets.

“Tickets…” I murmured quietly to myself, patting down my pockets to find them, “Tickets, tickets, tickets…”

I could feel the apprehension radiating off of my younger sister as I continued to riffle around for the poxy things, and so I flashed the bloke a wry smile before I started to unload the contents of my jacket pockets into both Rosie and Tea’s hands...

Gum, house keys, a stray tampon. Pack of haribo (because you never knew when you’d need those), ID, bank card, phone, charger. A few spare pound coins-

Oh God, that was where my Argos receipt had got to! I could finally return that shitty Nespresso machine my cousin and her fiancé had talked me into buying now.

I grinned in quiet victory whilst tucking the slip into the back pocket of my trousers.

“Y/n.” My sister stressed out in a hushed whisper, I just simply waved her off.

“They’re here somewhere. I felt them like, twenty minutes ago.” I assured her and- “Aha, told you! Three tickets, all here!”

I wore a triumphant grin when I held out the wrinkled papers towards the guard, who appeared to have been throughly amused by my prolonged charade. He took them from me to scan with a toothy smile.

“Oh cheer up, we’ll be in there in a sec.” I huffed at the girls, tucking all of my belongings back into their rightful place. Rosie didn’t look too cheerful though, but I could see that Tea’s lips had started to twitch, so I have her a conspiratorial wink in turn. Then glanced back towards the bloke, “We all good here?”

“Yeah, all good, love.” He exhaled on a faint chuckle, waving us in through the barrier without further issue. “You girls enjoy your night.”

“We will!” I promised, gifting him a gleeful smile, “You too- hope you don’t have to spend too much longer out in that cold!”

He just nodded at me, still looking rather entertained by all our antics.

“So embarrassing.” My sister felt the need to reiterate as we wondered further into the arena, practically growling.

“Oh, loosen up, would you? He was proper nice about it all. Fit too, don’t you think?” I said, glancing back over my shoulder.

But Rosie just rolled her eyes at me. Fed up, I was about to bite back at her when Tea’s unexpected gasp broke us from our little quarrel.

“Oh my god. They have the limited edition LP!”

Rosie’s eyes widened dramatically and before I knew it the two were scurrying away from me and over towards the merch stand. I sighed to myself and glanced about, hoping to see a sign that would lead me to where the bar might be.

—

We were here. In the middle of a fucking mass of people, but we’d actually done it. We’d finally managed to swindle our way near the front of standing, practically touching the barriers, even after having loaded up on snacks and drinks- mine mostly alcoholic.

The girls were buzzing. Looking all cute and excited in the outfits they’d planned months in advance, singing along to the set that was playing through the speakers to keep the crowd entertained before things begun.

And me? I was getting swept up in the atmosphere. Unable to believe that I’d almost forgotten how good it all felt. Because live music was truly unmatched.

There was just something about the heavy thud you felt in your veins, how being this close to the amps could make your chest ache in the very best way, and how’d you’d have to scream just to be heard over all the noise whilst you got lost in an avalanche of happy people.

It really had been too long.

I was already a fair few drinks in by the time the opening act came out, and was chatting away to the couple crowded beside us. They were both a year older than me and studying down in Bournemouth. They’d bought their tickets off of a mate, who hadn’t been able to make it, on a whim when they’d had the cash to spare, and had decided to make a weekend out of it.

We’d actually only gotten to talking when they’d almost sloshed a canned cocktail all down my back.

I’d been startled at first, rightfully so, as this giant of a man had all but stumbled right into me, eyes as wide as saucers. His boyfriend had come to his rescue though, offered me up one in apology, and who would I have been to deny?

So I’d cracked it open, found myself pleasantly surprised by the taste, and one thing had quickly led to another and they’d ended up letting me share the bagged vodka they’d also managed to smuggle into the stadium in the bands of their socks.

To say that I’d been impressed wouldn’t have been a lie, I sort of felt like I’d found my people in truth. Because the price of alcohol at these kind of events was always extortionate. Practically daylight robbery, there was no other way about it.

And my bank account had taken quite the hit from the first trip to the stands alone. And with two teenage girls, who could care less about money unless it was their own, I’d almost wanted to shed a tear when I’d handed over my card to the boy behind the till- he’d sympathised with me, I’d seen it in his eyes as he wished us a good time.

So here I now was, pissing it up in the pit with a bunch of strangers, a medical bag full of spirits clutched tightly in one hand.

“Oh, God! Y/n, Y/n! It’s starting!”

I turned away from one of the boys to glance back towards my sister, who was staring up at the stage with this starry eyed expression, Tea was right beside her wearing the exact same face. I chuckled beneath my breath.

“You girls ever been to a show before?” Lewis, one half of the couple I’d met earlier, asked Rosie.

My sister shook her head at his question whilst the screens above us begun to distort and screams overwhelmed the arena. Lewis merely chuckled at Rosie's nonverbal reply, she only had eyes for the stage it seemed.

“It’s her first gig ever. She’s been dying to see these lot for years.” I answered for her, leaning in close so that he could hear.

I saw his eyebrows lift at the information before he was grinning against my ear. “She’ll never want to see anyone else after this!”

My forehead pinched, silently questioning his statement, but just laughed it off when a row of boxes flashed brightly above us.

Lewis and I separated on cue, just as the world around us hushed for a split second and the sudden intro of a loud guitar pierced the veil.

“Please welcome, my favourite band, The 1975!” A voice then announced and I looked up, right into the eyes of a man who’d seemingly taken claim of the stage.

His smile was wide, unmatched, as he pranced up and down the front, his hair a mess of curls as a set of drums picked up the pace of the opening beat. I had to be reminded to close my gawping mouth.

Who the fuck’s that?

And I must’ve said it out loud, because I heard Lewis snort obnoxiously from right beside me, continuing to sing away whilst the girls immediately turned towards me to shout, “Matty!”

Shockingly, their loud exclamation also managed to garner the attention of the man himself when he danced by, and I watched on as the dark-haired frontman smiled down at Rosie and Tea. Waving hello.

I was caught by utter surprise when I then found myself trapped in his heady gaze, still giggling away at the girls' hysterical reactions.

Okay. Before I continue on, I truly am putting this all down to the alcohol that was streaming through my system, because it was then that Matty appeared to pause before me for the briefest of moments.

And I didn’t dare look away. I couldn’t.

He smirked down at me, eyes so observant, and I found myself shaking my head at him with a smile of my own. But sadly he only left me with a sly wink as he traipsed away to sing out into the rest of the audience.

Rosie and Tea had squealed beside me, excited to have captured the singer's focus, whilst I tried to catch my breath.

The show continued on after that and I allowed myself to relax and get lost in the people, their heat, the music. I danced, the girls and I swayed, twirling about, Lewis and I laughed, and I even managed to sing along to a couple of songs I sort of recognised.

The current one came to an end though soon enough, and Rosie informed me with a glossy eyed smile and smudged liner that the last song was fast approaching, whilst Tea just pulled out her phone to record again.

I nodded at my sister, squeezing her close before she pivoted away back towards her best mate, leaving me to sip at the drink I’d been trying not to spill all down myself due to the constant shoving and pushing.

Minutes went by and Matty engaged with the burly bloke on bass- whose hair I found I’d rather like to touch (because honestly, how did he get it so glossy?). Before he continued on, pointing out signs here and there, and sparking up another massive round of cheers by vocalising the inner workings of his mind, which was something he supposedly did quite often. Enough for the rest of the band to begin playing again only to shut him up. That had made me giggle.

Dozens of faces passed over the main screen, most of them beaming, or crying, there wasn’t much of an inbetween. And Matty interacted with them all, grinning and joking in such a way that only screamed sincerity.

The shouts around us only started to double then when he made his way over to our section, and even my own heartbeat sped up as I watched his eyes drag over the absurdly large crowd. He was unfairly attractive, okay? I could easily see why my sister had taken such a shine to him.

He was smiling and my pulse stuttered then stopped altogether when Matty paused right by us, to look me directly in the eye, his eyebrows drawn tightly together.

“Alright, darling? Having a good night?” He quizzed me, the sudden weight of his attention making me jump even though the surrounding screams had yet to cease. “What’s in the bag?”

I glanced down at the liquid filled bag I was still holding, gaze drifting to Lewis for a split second before it darted back up towards the singer. “Vodka.” I told him before I could think better of it.

The sound Matty produced then was almost inhuman and I was actually quite proud of myself for having been the cause of it.

“Definitely snuck that in.” He accused, quieter this time around and with a growing smile. The audience laughed.

Rosie and Tea spun around to face me, huge smiles threatening to split their faces in half, as my brows pinched.

“Way to out me to an entire arena!” I instantly called back, ducking slightly to avoid the eyes of the hefty security man stood on the other side of the barricade. Matty’s cackle echoed out around me, coming from all directions.

“Oi, mate! Escort her out, will you?” Matty ordered, nodding down at the same man I’d previously noticed. “Ruining it for everyone.”

I gaped, eyes widening in sudden alarm whilst he just shook his head at me, feigning disappointment.

Thankfully though the singer was quick to go back on his word, waving the guard (who had actually begun to MOVE) off with a sway of his hand and a thoroughly amused grin.

Fuck, this man was really going to be the death of me, I thought.

I willed my racing heart to slow.

“I’m just joking, love.” Matty reassured me, eyes twinkling under the array of lights. “Spotted you a couple times tonight, actually. Like to stand out, don’t you?”

It didn’t sound like much of a question.

“Might do.”

I could physically feel my brain struggling to make my mouth cooperate, and I figured I might’ve drunk a tad too much, because I usually wasn’t this tactless. Which was how I managed to surprise even myself with the next sentence I fired back.

“Or maybe it’s just you.”

“Just me?” Matty queried with a tilt of his head, and he squatted down then, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a moment before he took perch on the side of the stage. “What do you mean?”

“You’re the one who spotted me.” I retorted with a smug smile, raising my voice to be heard. “I’m just one face in a thousand. Nothing I did.”

He hummed, mouth quirked to one side. “So this is all on me then?”

I shrugged casually, but my mind was reeling.

Matty laughed before he motioned me closer. “Here’re.” He prompted, jutting his chin out and willing the crowd to woefully part. “Come on, let her through. Let her through.”

I frowned but did as I was told, slipping my way past the few who had actually managed to claim the metal fence before us, quirking a confused brow up at him.

He towered above me, even from where he was seated on the stage, and I willed back my shock when he proceeded to jump down from off his perch and approach me. My heart hammered and a lump formed in my throat.

“Have you got a favourite song of ours?” He asked and I actually felt how embarrassed I must have looked in that moment, gifting the singer a sheepish smile before I quietly informed him that I didn't have one.

His head jerked back, “What do you mean, you don’t have one?”

The sudden crow of Rosie's voice sounded above the rest of the buzzing noise then and I was unsure on whether or not to be grateful for it.

“She’d never heard any of them before tonight!”

I grimaced slightly from behind the hand that had come up to hide my face, silently hoping for the ground to just open up and swallow me whole. I could feel the heat radiating in my cheeks and the tips of my ears, knowing full well that Tea was definitely recording every inch of this mortifying moment.

“Oh, so we have a fake fan within our midsts?” Matty voiced and it was full of mirth, he found pleasure in his teasing.

A soft brush touched my skin and before I even knew what was occurring my hand was being pried away from my flushed cheeks by the singer himself, who looked me dead in the eye and had the utter nerve to wear the most devastating grin.

“Is this all part of your plan? Lure me in and then break my heart. How’re you at my gig, after never having heard a single one of our songs?”

“I’ve heard a few!”

But my attempt to defend myself was waylaid, it seemed Matty had other ideas.

The frontman nodded over towards Rosie, who blanched under his gaze. “Go on. Tell me more. What’s her motive here?”

I watched on as Tea nudged my younger sister into talking, Rosie too shellshocked to remember that she had the biggest gob I’d known to man.

“Um,” My sister startled, blinking away before she took a deep breath, “I dragged her along tonight. Me and my friend, we’re huge fans!”

“Lovely to meet you. Glad you could make it- only wish you’d made a listener out of this one beforehand!”

“We’ve tried!” Rosie exclaimed with an exasperated sigh that had me rolling my eyes. It appeared as though she'd reverted back to her usual self, despite being under the gaze of her favourite person in the entire world. Yes, you could be assured that that was an actual quote.

“Oh it’s like that is it?” Matty asked, peering down at me. I couldn’t tear my gaze away, his brown eyes smudged with kohl making them that much more enticing.

His attention differed then, flitting back towards my sister.

“She seemed to be enjoying the set whenever I looked over though, so what happened?”

“She’s stubborn!” Rosie shouted back, and I could hear her muffled laughter through the crowd, probably upon seeing me so put out.

“Stubborn, are we?” Matty smirked, and his lips were by my ear before I knew any better, his mic long forgotten. “I like a challenge.”

And then he was gone, back to wooing the crowd and making the most of having all this attention.

I let myself slip back into the seams, breathing heavily as my sister and Tea joggled me about, Lewis and his boyfriend beaming madly from ear to ear. I tried to focus.

What had just happened?

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hi, this is my first request and I really love your writing <3

could u write something where eddie has a crush on reader and he knows that she's very into glam metal and hard rock, so he tries to wear make up, hairspray (maybe some glam rock clothes too) because he wants to impress her

This was such a cute idea!! (i’m also a huge fan of glam/hair metal too so this one was so much fun to write!!) sorry it took me so long to get to, and i apologize if it seems rushed (because it was😅) and while writing this i was inspired to make another fic so hopefully that one will be out soon 🥰

Pretty Boy

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @whiplaaaaaaaaash @ladyapplejackdnd @tayhar811 @wistfulwisteriawitch @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @zoeyquinn94 (crossed out names wouldn’t let me tag)

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You smiled at your coworker as you walked through the front door, the little bell ringing as you opened it and they looked over to you with a smirk as you approached the counter.

You’ve been working at the local music shop for a few months and it was an absolute dream! You were surrounded by different instruments and records all day long, getting to see the different people come in and get to talk to them about all different types of music and listen to them play their instruments.

After you started, you noticed that there was a new regular who came in almost every time you worked, and you were always happy to see him whenever he came in.

He was nice, very respectful, and he was always up for talking about music with you, especially his favorite genre: metal. Though you were more into glam metal than the heavier stuff Eddie was into, he never once criticized your taste, and would even ask you things about your favorite bands.

It was nice to know that there was someone who came in that you could consider a friend, especially a cute boy like him.

However, you noticed that each time he came in, he would look different than the last time you saw him.

He’d tease his hair up a bit more, started wearing a little bit of dark eyeliner, and he even asked you to pick out a few tapes for your favorite bands for him to listen to until the next time he came in. You had to admit, the new look he was trying out wasn’t bad, but you loved how he normally was.

You adored his unruly hair and black leather jacket with his battle vest over it, keeping an eye out for each new patch or pin he put onto it so you could listen to a few of their songs, it’s what made Eddie… Eddie.

As you walked around the counter to clock in, your coworker turned to you with a smirk,

“Your loverboy’s practicing in one of the rooms in back,” They said, teasing you a bit, but it was all in good fun, “you think he’s gonna try and ask you out finally?”

“Oh shush, he’s not my loverboy and he’s not going to ask me out.” You said, rolling your eyes, “He’s just a friend! I mean yeah, he’s sweet, and he’s funny… and he’s cute.”

You and your coworker giggled to yourselves as they walked behind you back to the front of the counter,

“Well i’m gonna go on my break,” they said, quickly clocking out before rushing themselves to the door, “when i get back you better tell me where he’s taking you!”

You rolled your eyes once more and looked through the little box of cassette tapes that was kept under the counter, finding one of the Cinderella tapes and placing it into the stereo.

You could hear the faint sounds of Eddie playing his guitar in one of the back rooms, and you smiled as you slowly walked through the store, following the sounds of his strumming all the way to the back. The store had been empty, nothing out of the ordinary for a Monday, but it gave you the opportunity to wander and take a look at all the new things that had been brought into the store over the weekend.

You glanced over the walls as you stepped close and closer into the back rooms, looking at all the new records and cassettes that had been brought in and the new guitars that had been placed all along the walls, seeing that one was missing from its spot. Most likely it was the one that Eddie took with him into the back room.

The sounds of Eddie’s strumming became more and more clear to you, and you started to recognize the song he was playing.

You’re in Love by Ratt.

Eddie didn’t seem like the type to be playing a song like that, especially since you knew glam metal wasn’t really his thing, but you smiled to yourself knowing that you were the one who showed him the song.

You looked back behind you at the entrance of the store to see if anyone had been close by, just in case you actually had to do your job and keep an eye on the merchandise from behind the counter, but seeing as no one had come close to walking in you continued on your way to the practice rooms.

You didn’t want to make it seem too obvious that you were listening to Eddie play, though you did love to watch him practice up front on the days where he was browsing the new guitars that were brought in. He had always picked up a new guitar each time, playing a different song, only to put it back and do the same thing all over again within the next few days. He was talented, and you knew that for sure, especially with how quickly he had picked up on the chords for songs he had only heard a few times. You loved to watch him play, it was almost hypnotic how natural he made it look and after he finished playing he always looked up to you with the sweetest smile on his face.

Though you would love it if Eddie did ask you out, you wouldn’t want to make things too awkward around each other when he came into the shop, and you definitely didn’t want to ruin the friendship the two of you had. You weren’t close, but you were far from strangers at this point.

You had been snapped out of your trance as you heard the bell ring from the front door, quickly making your way back up front behind the counter, greeting the mother and son that had made their way in with a smile.

You sighed to yourself, leaning your elbows on the counter and resting your head in your palm as your eyes wandered over the store once more. Though you loved your job, it could be incredibly boring at times.

You glanced up at the clock on the wall, fixating your eyes onto the little red hand as it ticked by, counting down the seconds, not noticing that someone had approached you at the counter,

“Hello? (y/n)? You alright?” Eddie said with a smile.

You had jumped in your spot, not expecting him to be there so suddenly, like he had appeared out of nowhere. You must’ve been focused on the little red hand for longer than you had thought.

Your lips curled into a smile, a soft giggle escaping your lips as your hand clutched your chest,

“Sorry, you scared me. You look…” You stared him up and down, taking in his presence entirely. He was still changing up his look a bit more than usual, black ripped jeans that were a bit tighter than normal, black boots, one of his Corroded Coffin shirts with the sleeves cut off, and you noticed that he had a bit of eyeliner on as well, not to mention the few rings and necklaces that he had chosen. You didn’t hate this new look on Eddie, but you thought that he’d look so much cuter just being himself,

“different.” You said with a smile.

“Different good?” He said raising an eyebrow, “Or different bad?”

“Different good i guess,” You smiled up at him with your hands resting on top of your fists, “you know that makeup makes you look real pretty,” you said with a giggle, “you look a little bit like Slash if i squint too.”

You could see the lightest pink blush on his cheeks, though he looked down at the floor in an attempt to hide it from you.

Eddie couldn’t help but have a little crush on you, especially given how nice you were and how pretty he thought you looked every time he saw you smile, and just hearing your giggle made his heart flutter. He wanted nothing more than to get your attention, and after seeing how much you loved glam metal he figured it was worth a shot to try and look a little bit like the guys in those bands.

It wasn’t him, and he didn’t love how the guys made fun of him every now and then for the tighter clothes and the hairspray and makeup, but he didn’t care. He’d do anything to get just the littlest bit of attention from you, and if that meant changing his look a bit to get you to notice him more then so be it.

“You know i heard you playing earlier, i love that song.”

“You were listening?” Eddie said with a gentle smile tugging at his lips and you nodded.

“Yeah! I always listen when you play, you’re amazing at it. You make it look so easy too!”

With every compliment his cheeks got redder, and though he always got flustered around you it was exactly what he wanted. You were giving him the attention he so desperately craved from you.

“But, can i be honest with you about something?” You said with a bit of hesitance in your voice, and your tone made Eddie fear the worst, though he couldn’t let you see how it was affecting him.

“Yeah, of course you can.”

“I think you look a lot better when you wear all your normal stuff. I think it suits you a lot better than all this extra stuff.”

He smiled bashfully, not expecting you to admit how you liked him, the normal him, without all the extra flair. And though he liked getting dressed up for you every now and then, it was nice to know that all the extras weren’t needed.

“You think so? I thought you liked those guys in the bands you listen to, with all the makeup and big hair, and those pants that are so tight they really leave nothing to the imagination. You’re telling me not all girls are into that?”

You giggled again at his attempt to try and make fun of not only himself, but the guys on all the album covers scattered over the store that looked almost exactly like his description.

“I mean some of them are cute, but i think without all that on you look a lot like Slash, or Kirk Hammett from Metallica!”

He was amazed that he could be compared to the guitarist of Metallica, one of his favorite bands in the world, and though he had heard similar things from others he knew that if it was coming from you it was genuine. Like you had really meant it instead of just saying it to get him to like you just a bit more, though it was impossible to like you more than he already did.

You had constantly been on his mind from the moment he saw you, and each time he came into the store and was able to talk to you made his day. Each time he asked you for a band recommendation he’d go home and listen to every tape of theirs he could find, every time you mentioned a different feature on one of the band members of Mötley Crüe or FireHouse he made sure to take note of it and check to see if you’d noticed how he changed the same features on himself, and every single time he came into the shop and played on the different guitars on the floor he was always playing for you. Though you didn’t realize it until now, Eddie had done everything he could to win your affection and gain the attention he wanted from you so badly, and to have you finally noticing him and the little changes he would make let him know that though he had been trying so desperately to look and act like the guys in the bands you loved, you already liked everything about him.

And the fact that you had finally noticed the song he had been playing, waiting until you came in for your shift to practice it loud enough for you to know he was there once more, playing that song just for you.

It gave him just the right amount of confidence to finally want to ask you the question that had been plaguing his mind since the moment he laid eyes on you,

“Hey, um, i actually wanted to ask you something… And you can absolutely say no if you want to! I don’t want to pressure you into saying yes just cause i’m asking you at your job, that’s not what i’m trying to do at all!” He took a deep breath to quickly regain his train of thought before he kept rambling from how nervous he was, “There’s this show just outside of town this Saturday, there’s gonna be a bunch of bands playing at this venue one of my friends was telling me about, would you um…”

He looked down at the floor, almost to try and hide how nervous he truly was,

“Would you want to go with me?”

You gave Eddie a sweet smile, looking him over once more and blushing at the fact that he was so nervous to ask you something you know he must’ve been practicing in his head for weeks.

“No.” You said with a little smirk.

Eddie’s smile dropped instantly and his nervousness started to become embarrassment, his face bright red,

“No?”

“No. But,” You leaned in closer to him, a smile still painted across your lips, “if the normal Eddie wants to take me i’d love to go with him.”

Eddie’s heart rate picked up once more, his red face of embarrassment became a blush as your response made him flustered once more.

“Really? You’ll go? You’re not fucking with me?”

“Of course not!” You giggled, “I’d be happy to go with you.”

You and Eddies conversation had been cut shirt by the mother holding her sons hand behind Eddie at the counter cleaning her throat to gain your attention.

“Sorry,” Eddie said as he moved aside for them to take their place at the counter to check out, the mother placing a few cassettes onto the counter for you to ring up as Eddie made his way towards the door, “i’ll pick you up at 7, ok?”

You smiled and nodded to him, making sure to give him a little wave as he exited the shop, and you could tell he was so excited to finally be able to take you out like he had dreamed about for so many months.

As you finished ringing out the mother and son, your coworker finally returned from their break, clocking in once more and taking their place back behind the counter with you, noticing the light pink blush painted across your face and Eddie was nowhere to be found in the shop,

“So,” they said, nudging your arm, “did he ask you out finally?”

You looked over to them with a smile and tried to hide the blush on your face from them, knowing that it would be just another reason to poke fun at the little crushes you and Eddie had on one another. Something that had been apparent to everyone except for each other.

“Shut up.”

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #request

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izzystradlinswife · 1 year

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Beach day

Tom Keifer x Reader

Just a little blurb about soft Tom spending time on a beach with you.

You got there a little after one to avoid unnecessary visits with fans. He made it very apparent he just wanted to spend some time with you, not in a sexual way but just to be near you, hold you, love you.

This side of him piqued when he hadn't spent the time he wished he could with you. It wasn't often that he just had free time to spend with his lovely girl. You had set down the blanket and walked to the water almost immediately, Tom following closely behind you. He knew you loved the beach, reminding you of almost forgotten childhood memories, bringing a tinge of sadness with it not for long, though.

Once you waded about waist deep in the water, you splashed some water up at him, giggles erupted from the both of you as you both drenched each other in water. The warm sun beating down on your face and shoulders, definitely leaving behind a sunburn. You smiled at him with pure passion as you felt the summer breeze drying the ocean water onto your taught skin.

He took a step closer to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Before pulling back, he whispered a quiet "I love you" against your lips. His smile lazy as his eyes rested against your figure admiring you, his hands still rested comfortably against your hips, keeping your body close.

After a few more minutes of loving looks you walked back to your beach towel to which you both sat on, the sun hot enough to dry your bodies slowly not needing a towel to be wrapped around you. You rested your head against his chest, relaxing in his presence. You played with his callused hands, moving the digits, switching to fidget with the rings on his fingers. In a steady rhythm, your head moved up and down with his breathing pattern. His breath becomes shallow and deeper, his sleeping body lulling you to sleep.

When you wake up your body warm, the smell of the sea evident from the both of you, when you look up at him his eyes are puffy with drowsiness, his hair wavy and crazy looking from the ocean, it doesn't help its tousled from the nap. His lips a cherry red from a recent sunburn, but he lets you kiss him softly, your lips moving against each others, slow and loving. It didn't need to be rushed; you were both savoring each other's company.

You both packed up your things as you threw on one of his shirts you found in the back of his car, the way home was quiet music barely playing, his hand resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth in a soothing motion.

By far, this was your favorite way to spend time with him.

Masterlist

#jude's delusional #cinderella band #cinderella #cinderella imagine #cinderella fic #cinderella x reader #cinderella fluff #tom keifer fic #tom keifer x reader #tom keifer imagine #tom keifer #tom keifer fluff

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qqtxt · 1 year

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[🍬] cinderella > sleeping beauty [🦊]

[!] this is for the 500 followers mini fics. click here to find out more! ✿ pairing: yeonjun x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / 541 words ✿ request: “good morning, sleeping beauty.” + yeonjun [main masterlist 🌸] / [event masterlist] / [tag: #qqtxt: 500]

on most days, perhaps any given day, yeonjun’s the one raking you out of bed to either let’s go get ramen already! or you promised you’d help me make lunch for the demons...

today was one of the rare moments of you trying to haul him out of bed. after numerous notifications blowing up yeonjun’s phone, soobin’s call getting declined multiple of times, you’re manning up to push yeonjun’s arms banded around your waist just enough to grab the phone for the umpteenth time soobin calls. this time, upon answering, soobin’s fuming because we bought tickets ages ago! you’re telling me you want to sleep in now?! even i got up for this shit!

after the call ended, you’re frantically checking yeonjun’s calendar, seeing that he indeed pinned an event that he’s supposed to be at the theatre with soobin right now. with a sigh, you shoot soobin a quick text with yeonjun’s phone, telling him that he’ll be there in fifteen. a thank you so much, i’ll buy you lunch! later, you’re setting yeonjun’s phone aside.

it’s a cruel trick in the book, but it’s a trick nonetheless.

you start by nudging yeonjun’s arms from your waist, until he no longer has a firm grip for you to swing your legs to plant on the floor. it grants an immediate reaction; first the whining, then the body vibrating the bed, then his long arms reaching out so he can slither them around your waist before you can get up to leave.

“where’re you going...?” he groggily mumbles, lips partially pressed to your clothed hip.

“good morning, sleeping beauty,” you say sweetly, like angelic music to his ears. then, you grab ahold of his face and give him the fright of his life, “now get your ass up because you have to be at the theatre in ten minutes. did you forget that you had tickets with bin today?”

you watch as mortification fills his eyes. it’s one thing for yeonjun to brush it off like whatever, but it’s another when you’re telling him to get going.

“now, if you still want me to be in your bed when you get back, i’ll be here. but if you don’t get up and get going now, i’m not staying the night again.”

it’s like magic when yeonjun yeets himself out of the bed and nearly trips on his way out of the bedroom to head to the bathroom. he even lightly nudges taehyun out of the way, earning a confused look from the latter who grows wide-eyed at the bathroom door slamming near in his face, and the crack of yeonjun’s bedroom door remaining open that he offers you a small wave.

“lunch?” taehyun asks, “me and huening are gonna make some ramen,”

you hop out of bed, nodding, “sure! i’ll be out in a sec,”

“ramen?!” you hear yeonjun’s voice bellowing from the bathroom, earning a chuckle from taehyun when–”you better keep it pushing and get out of here as soon as possible. trip up and i’ll start calling you cinderella, choi yeonjun.”

the silence has never been louder. more so when the sounds of water running replaces yeonjun’s voice and all taehyun notes of is how impressive this all is.

#qqtxt: 500 #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun fluff #choi yeonjun #txt yeonjun #yeonjun x you #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x oc #txt scenarios #txt x you #txt x reader #txt stories #txt imagines #txt reactions

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munsonsduchess · 2 years

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Masterlist:

💖 Fluff ❤️‍🔥 Smut 💔 Angst 🤍 Humour 🔥 The God and Goddess of Hellfire 🌙 Shadow of the Moon

Characters Featured: Eddie Munson, Tom(Make Up 2019), Bucky Barnes, Billy Russo & Dean Winchester

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Bucky Barnes:

Fight Me - Someone talks shit about your boyfriend so you take matters into your own hands 💖

U Mad Bro? - You took the last beer out of the fridge and now Bucky is mad ❤️‍🔥

Boyfriend of the Year - Aunt Flo has come to visit and you’re a wreck. Thankfully your boyfriend is on hand to make you feel better 💖

Lucky Charm - Bucky’s band have been given the opportunity of a lifetime to open for a much larger band on their tour and he’s bringing his lucky charm along ❤️‍🔥

Confession - a phone call with your mom ends with a situation you never thought would happen between you and your roommate. 💖

Benefits - you and bucky are fwb and you’ve been together for a while now but that’s all about to change 💔 (if you squint) 💖

Good Idea // Bad Idea - bucky is tired of your bratty attitude and decides it’s time to do something about it. 💖

Rock of Ages - when a colleague calls in sick you end up covering her interview with one of the world’s biggest bands 💖

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Billy Russo:

Cinderella - A retelling of the classic fairy tale with Billy as the Prince 💖

Sleeping Beauty - A retelling of the classic fairy tale with Billy as the Prince 💖

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Dean Winchester:

Strange Love - something about motels and dean winchester is a lethal combination ❤️‍🔥

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Eddie Munson:

I Was Made for Loving You - eddie is restless and can’t sleep, you do not appreciate finding the bed empty 💖

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - you’ve had the worst day in work but lucky eddie is there to pick up the pieces 💖

Girls Got Rhythm - eddie fucks you in his van after a show ❤️‍🔥

For the Very First Time - hcs about eddie taking your v card 💖❤️‍🔥 (well implied anyway)

The God (and goddess) of Hellfire - at a high school dance dustin learns some shocking news about you and eddie 🤍💖❤️‍🔥 🔥(eddie's dirty mind counts)

Eat me Alive - domestic bliss with eddie is interrupted when an unexpected visitor comes calling 💖❤️‍🔥🔥

Love Bites - hcs for cuddling with eddie who can't get enough of how your tits look in his hellfire shirt 💖

Animal - nsfw headcanons about eddie's obsession with your tits ❤️‍🔥

Feels like Heaven - you’ve been feeling a little out of it lately so a girls trip to the mall is just the cure, right? 💖💔🔥

Hellion - you and eddie make a trip to the movies, then to the chief’s office 💖

Eruption - the kids find out about baby munson 💖🤍🔥

To Hell With the Devil - you end up being eddie's babysitter while you're hiding out at rick's place, the only problem is you cannot stand eddie munson 💖🤍

Always There for You - hcs for Eddie’s proposal in the God and Goddess of Hellfire series 💖🔥

Lost in the Shadows - eddie is still in the hospital after almost dying in the upside down, but there's something strange about his recovery 💔💖(if you squint)

Sweet Child O' Mine - Everyone comes to meet Baby Munson 💖🔥

Teenage Kicks - it's the 90s and you and Eddie both work in the local mall and have a friendly rivalry going 💖🤍

Summer Lovin' - a day at the pool turns into something else entirely for you and eddie 💖🤍❤️‍🔥🔥

Teenage Wasteland - Eddie’s band is about to hit it big and you want to be there for every moment 💖🤍

Calling All Monsters - Steve needs a favour and Eddie has just the car to do it 💖🤍🔥

Merry Christmas Everyone - It’s Christmas 1988 and you and Eddie have the best family around 💖🔥

Shadow of the Moon - you’re a young woman living on your own outside the village of Hawkins, who just so happens to be a witch and perhaps Eddie Munson’s only hope 🤍💔🌙 (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4)

Nothing but a Good Time - your coworker has called out sick and needs you to cover her interview on your day off 💖

Sugar Rush - you’re chaperoning your little sisters graduation party but you only have eyes for eddie ❤️‍🔥🤍 (kind of at the end)

Three Men and a Baby - when you leave for the day and it's up to eddie, gareth and jeff to look after rose sometimes there's just no telling what kids will get up to 💖🔥

Radar Love - when you have some car trouble you run into the hottest mechanic in hawkins 💖🤍

Master of Puppets - you and eddie have a gig coming up that you've been looking forward to for months, the only problem is eddie's still injured 🔥🤍💖

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Tom (Make Up 2019):

Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire - a night out leads to meeting someone unexpected 💖🔥 (but like soft)

#duchess writes #eddie munson #dean winchester #billy russo #bucky barnes #tom make up #reader insert #duchess.txt #housekeeping

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marvelobsessed134 · 9 months

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Hi! I was hoping you could do a one shot with Tom Keifer? I was thinking something along the lines of Tom and Y/N were having a nice night together, dinner, movie at home, or whatever. Y/N got up to go get some water and accidentally dropped the glass when she thought she had grabbed it fully from the cabinet. The glass cut her face, so obviously Tom took her up to his room to get her cleaned up and stuff. Eric comes over drunk out of his mind (Y/N’s best friend), and walks up to Tom’s room only to find him cleaning Y/N’s cut. Not thinking straight, Eric accuses Tom of doing that to Y/N. Obviously Tom gets pissed and You can take it from there.

If any of that makes sense.

Did you do that to her?

Requested: yes by @ihavenolife346

Pairings: Tom Keifer x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst I guess? Swearing, shouting, mentions of domestic abuse

Summary: Eric walks in on a situation and gets a completely different picture than what really happened.

You went to go get some water when you dropped the glass when you thought you grabbed it out of the cabinet. The glass fell on the counter and cut your cheek. You winced. Tom heard from the living room and came in, seeing you crying from the pain. “Oh baby, come here.” He said and you embraced him.

“Come on, let’s go get this cleaned up.” The singer led you up to the master bathroom and you sat on the counter as he got a washcloth ready.

As he was cleaning your cut, your best friend and your boyfriends bandmate Eric walked in. He was very clearly drunk.

You looked over to him and smiled, “Hi.”

Once the bassist got a good look at the situation he pulled Tom away from you and pushed him against the wall. “Did you do that to her!?” He growled.

Tom was extremely concerned. And scared, to be honest.

“No, what the fuck man?” The singer said defensively.

The blonde pushed him further into the wall. “Bullshit!”

You jumped in and pulled the man away from your boyfriend. “Eric, he didn’t do anything to me! I dropped a glass and it cut my cheek that’s all! I promised you if something really happened to me I’d tell you.” He seemed to calm down at that. He turned to Tom, “I’m sorry, Tom. It’s just, I’ve had to save Y/n from multiple abusive people so it’s hard.”

“I understand.” The room was silent for a moment before you spoke, “Eric, I’m thankful for your protection. But just know Tom takes very good care of me and protects me with everything he has.”

“Yeah, one time I beat the shit out of a guy because he smacked her ass.” The guitarist chuckled.

Eric smiled before saying, “Well. Sorry I ruined your night I just came by to see if I can crash here.”

“Of course. You know where the guest rooms are.” You replied.

#Cinderella #cinderella band #80s hair bands #80s rock #tom keifer #Tom Keifer x reader #eric brittingham #Cinderella band x reader #cinderella x reader #hurt comfort #cute #fluff

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piercethelenn · 2 years

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☁️He Sings In The Morning

A Lee Heeseung Social Media AU.

Featuring Lee Seokmin from Seventeen!

Pairing: Singer! Lee Heeseung x Pianist! Fem reader.

Genre: Strangers to lovers, college au, non idol! Heeseung, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, tried humor but I can't promise anything :'] slow (like, really slow) burn.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive jokes (never too serious though), roach pictures(?), lots of empty threats, mentions of alcohol consumption, violence and drug dealing, death jokes.

Synopsis:

Y/N is a very passionate pianist who works at a private music academy, along with the vocal instructor Lee Seokmin, a skilled singer and performer, pretty known in the city for busking and uploading covers on YouTube. Things are going very smoothly for them, having a lot of talented students and… Oh my God, what is The Lee Heeseung doing here?!

Alternatively:

It was safe to say that the Lee siblings, Heeseung and Seokmin, were the most talented duo in town when it came to music. After months of failed auditions, the eldest brother finally gets a chance to leave the city to follow his dreams, trusting his academy duties to Heeseung, against his will, of course.

Featuring: Enhypen; Seokmin, Mingyu and Minghao (Seventeen); Jeongin (Stray Kids); Yeojin, Yerim and Hyejoo (Loona); Liz (IVE)

Status: Finished (10/11/2022)

Started: 06/10/2022.

Schedule: Updates every day.

Profiles 1

Profiles 2

Profiles 3

Intro: A Journey.

At the Bus Stop.

Excalibur.

The Visitor.

Love Letter.

Jealousy.

Rose-Colored Boy.

The Power of Friendship.

Pianos Don't Bite.

Coke and Rice Soup.

Dream.

Sunghoon Egg Arc.

Rain.

Guardian Angels.

King Arthur.

What are we?

Coworker-zoned.

Come Back Home.

Just One Yesterday.

Marisa.

The Favorite Lee.

Wanna Eat Ramen?

Romeo and Cinderella.

Alpha Whores.

Tequila Intoxication.

Doe-eyed Bastard.

The Adults Are Talking.

The Nameless Band.

I Can Fix This.

Uhm, Excuse Me What Are You Doing Into His House?

Someone Give This Man a Hug.

Off My Face.

Being Horny Is Not An Emergency.

Genshin Streamer.

Outro: He Yells In The Morning.

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I do not ship any of the idols involved, everything is for entertainment purposes.

Picture credits to their respective owners.

English is not my first language!

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Magic Man - Chapter 16

NSFW — slow burn, fluff, flirting, reader has weight/image issues light angst, 18+ overall for eventual smut, drug/alcohol abuse mention/use/language, EddiemunsonxFemReaderHenderson

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Part 16/? [wc 4k] a/n - some questions are answered - t.w drug and alcohol abuse

I know Dial tone is a new song but i felt it worked so well with the story so please imagine Eddie wrote it. please please like, share and comment, your comments make me so happy and encourage me to write more! thank you <3

songs included in this chapter Cinderella - Dont Know What You Got Van Halen - Hot For Teacher Catch Your Breath - Dial Tone

A few days and a few shows have passed since you and Eddie had agreed on your song for the duet. But not everyone was happy. Mainly kelly.

Everyone was on board with the idea of both bands performing together to celebrate Paradox joining the label. But she seemed to want to put a downer on everything. Not turning up on time for rehearsals, making comments about the song choice, just overall annoyance.

After some rehearsals you would see Eddie in heated conversations with her on the back steps of whichever venue you were performing in that night. Smoke billowing around him as he frantically waved his arms around trying to make his point, but then throwing the cigarette down with force, and storming away.

Since then, Eddie had taken to travelling with you on Bertha rather than his own bus, claiming it was more rehearsal time for them, but you could tell he was keeping his distance from Kelly. Keeping up the pretence that nothing was happening between you both, he would sleep on the bunk above you, which used to be Lulas, but she was spending most of her time now cozying up next to Gareth in his bunk on the bigger bus.

It was approaching the end of January, and another new state. Pennsylvania.

Empire Rock Club, in Philadelphia was your location for tonight's show, and Eddie was giving you a run down of the place as you disembarked the buses and made your way to the venue's front doors. “Apparently this place is closing soon, no longer going to be a music venue, gonna have to give them a show eh? Sweetheart?” Eddie was way ahead of you, hair bouncing with every excitable step he took.

You were a few steps behind him, looking around yourself rooted to the spot. Everything suddenly hit you. You were here for two nights. Play a show tonight then two days later you will be your duet, in New York.

Thoughts wouldn't leave your head, You couldn't do this.Your gonna forget the lyrics, the notes, everyone is going to laugh at you for trying to be alongside the great Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin.

“Y/N is everything ok?” Eddie's voice was quiet, sounding distant. You came back to reality at the feeling of his hands on your face, thumb stroking your cheek.

“Oh yeah, hi, yeah i'm ok, just tired” you said inconceivably.

Leaning closer to you Eddie whispers so only you can hear “Are you sure sweetheart?”

“Yeah I'm sure, come on what else are you gonna tell me about this place?” You tried your best to sound ok, but you could tell he wasn’t having any of it. But instead of pushing you he carried on.

“Ok pop quiz, let’s see if you remember this, which band hailed from Philadelphia, and even performed here many times?” Eddie asked, putting on his best game show host voice!

“Oh I know!” Jeff shouts over

“Shut up Jeff! This isn’t for you!” Eddie doesn’t stop looking at you but his arm flies up to shush Jeff.

“Oh erm, oh my god I can’t remember” you pause dramatically bringing your hand to your chin rubbing pulling your face as though you were concentrating hard.

“Does she need a clue? A glass slipper perhaps?” Eddie was bouncing on the spot.

“I know who it is, Ed's…. Cinderella!” You answer him by pushing your hand against his shoulder walking past him towards the entrance.

“Oh come on sweetheart! You only got that because of the clue!” He shouts from behind you, doing a little jog to catch up with you, get ahead of you and open the door for you in a most dramatic fashion.

“Come on boys! Don't know what you got, till it's gone!” Eddie shouted over his shoulder at Gareth and Jeff who started singing with him.

“Don't know what it is I did so wrong, Now I know what I got, Just this song, And it ain't easy to get back, Takes so long”

Turning around to see what's going on, you see Lula with tears of laughter rolling down her face at Gareth who is now on the floor on his knees in front of her dramatically singing along, arms outstretched.

“Gare, stop it, get up you fool!” Lula laughs at him, swatting at his shoulders as he shimmy’s closer still on his knees.

Rolling your eyes at your friends' antics you carry on up to the venue, and catch a glimpse of Kelly in your peripheral vision, getting off the larger bus lighting a cigarette as she goes. You watch as she keeps her head down making her way to where you were standing by the entrance doors, when Jack suddenly appears next to her trying to get her attention but Kelly dismisses her by throwing her arm in the arm jerking it away from your friend.

Making your way back down away from the entrance past Eddie and the boys still serenading Lula, you cross the sidewalk towards Jack, who is now leaning against the wall, hand rubbing the back of her neck.

“Hey, what was that all about J?” you ask concerned as you've never seen Jack look as distressed and distant as she did now.

“Oh, hey, no it was, er, nothing, truely, hey come on we best get inside and get sorted for tonight” Jack answered you, quickly pushing off the wall, walking past you.

“Hey doll, everything ok?” the feeling of his hand on your shoulder made you jump.

“I just dont know whats going on Eds” you explain turning to face him.

“I've never seen Jack like that before, she seems really jumpy”

Eddie looked down at you with a furrowed brow. “Hmm, I dont know y/n/n, maybe leave her for a bit and ask her later?” Looking around he added “No-ones outside anymore, no one can see us” before you could respond he dipped his head to yours, hands capturing your face, kissing you.

The sudden feeling makes you seize up, remember you were outside in public. Anyone could see you.

Pulling back he looked down at you, resting his forehead against yours. You melted under his gaze, full brown eyes staring deep into your, as though he was trying to communicate something deep within to you.

“Come on doll, let's get inside” His voice was soft and low, pulling you along with him across the sidewalk, up the steps and into the venue.

The show that night went without a hitch. No missed notes, no failing equipment. Looking to the side of the stage, you could see the boys looking on. Gareth turns into Lula’s personal cheerleader as you finish your set with one of your favourite songs to cover. Van Halen's Hot For Teacher.

Throwing her sticks into the end as you finish you can't help but smile. The song brought you so much joy to play, and Jack got to show off her amazing guitar skills. Even though she loved Joan Jett, she wouldn't admit it to anyone else but you and Lula knew she admired Eddie Van Halen, and his skill. Not wanting anyone to know she favoured a male guitarist as thought to diminish her feminist ideals.

Looking across to the boys in the wing, you spotted your own Eddie Van Halen. Making a mental note to tell him that later.

Blushing at the thought you went back to the mic and introduced the boys to the awaiting crowd.

As they walked on the cheer was thundering. Girls rushing to the front of the stage to get closer and maybe a touch of their favourite rock star.

Meeting you halfway across the stage, Eddie quickly took hold of your wrist giving it a tight squeeze, flashing you a wink. In complete contrast, Lula dove into Gareth's arms, nearly knocking over the whole drum kit.

Watching Eddie perform has become one of your favourite things to do. The way he commanded the stage. He was born to be a performer. Even in school you could tell he would be destined for big things.

Later that evening you were all huddled into a booth at one end of a local diner, laughing, joking, sharing in the delight of the show that evening. You’d steal glances every now and again towards Eddie who was sitting opposite you, trying not to blush too hard to make it obvious.

Out of the corner of your eye outside the window you saw a frustrated looking Jack, arms animated, talking with someone you couldn't see. Jack was always the level headed one in the group. Yes she was fiercely loyal, but you'd never seen her so distraught before.

Feeling a nudge on your lower leg under the table, you snapped your head around from the window to see Eddie's brow furrowed looking at you in a silent question of “what's the matter?”

Shaking your head quickly you came back to the conversion at the other end of the table headed by Lula and Gareth, discussing the plans for the last group rehearsal before the duet. Lula sitting on Gareth's knees, her arms draped around his neck. You loved seeing your friend so happy.

THE NEXT DAY

One more night here, then it was onto New York. One more full day of rehearsals before you would be performing with Eddie.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You barely slept, tossing and turning on your bunk, all scenarios running through your head. You’d lose your voice. You'd lose your nerve. The crowd would hate you. Eddie could change his mind?

Your mood did not improve, when walking onto the venue for practice, you saw everyone congregating together chatting animatedly. Wyatts white stetson standing out amongst a sea of black, leather and plaid.

“Ah y/n! Come on over and see! The announcement has been printed in the papers and we have a copy!” Wyatt sounded overjoyed but you dreaded looking at the pictures.

Making your way over, leaning your bass case against one of the amps, you slowly saw the papers come into view.

Eddie beckons you over to his side, a huge grin on his face. “Check these out! Big article about the tour and us extending it. Plus some great photos of us all” Eddies excitement was adamant. Leaning in close to you so only you could hear, he turned the page of the paper, to see a larger photo of the pair of you. “This is my favourite” His arm creeping around your back, placing his hand on the small of your back, tracing little patterns with his fingers on the cotton of your oversize tee.

Looking down at the picture you could see you and Eddie. Both with huge smiles on your faces. His arm flung around your shoulders, and your hand rested on his chest.

You surprise yourself and actually love the photo. You've never liked photos of yourself before. Here you look happy and carefree. Your mood dramatically improved, you felt you could take on the world. Nothing was going to get you down.

Or so you thought.

Later that day, you all wanted to get a full run through of the duet rehearsed in preparation for the New York show the next day.

Everything was going to plan. You didn't mess up on the piano, Eddie’s choreographed moves went smoothly, his solo was perfect, Gareth and Lula worked so well together on their timing.

Everything was perfect. But you could sense something was off.

Turning on the piano stool you see Jack packing away her guitar, having a hushed heated conversion with Kelly. You couldn't make out what was being said but you could tell by the look on Jack's face she was getting more and more frustrated.

“You know what Kelly? FUCK YOU! KEEP YOUR FUCKING OPINIONS ON OTHER PEOPLE TO YOUR SELF!” Jack's voice started quiet then fully erupted, echoing around the stage.

Everything went quiet. Everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing to look over at your friend.

“Jack, come on, you agreed with me the other night, you can't deny that!” Kelly's voice was pleading.

“Yes, NO! NO! I did not agree to this! Not this!” pointing over to you, you suddenly felt your face heat up.

“She is my best friend! I will no longer stand around and listen to you berate her! Either tell her yourself why you're being such a bitch or I will!”

Jack's voice was breaking, you'd never seen her so hurt and betrayed.

You rushed over to your friend, who was now physically shaking, her guitar case in hand. Tentatively moving towards her you reached your hand out for the case handle.

“Jack, hey it's ok, come on - let me take this from you” your hand now lightly over hers.

Jack jumped at the feeling of your hand. She snapped her head to face you, taken aback by what you saw. Her eyes were huge, and full of regret.

“Im so sorry y/n/n, Im sorry but you need to know” Jacks tells you in a voice thick with sorrow.

“And you!” she was now pointing to Eddie.

Turning you see Eddie’s face full of concern. Sheepishly his hand comes to the back of his neck, rubbing his neck, his eyes darting to the ground.

What was going on?

What did you need to know?

What was Eddie hiding? Wait! Was there something between Kelly and Eddie?

Did he lie to me?

Letting go of her hand you slowly stumble back from Jack. Your head was rushing with question after question. Looking over towards Eddie, hoping to see him there to tell you it wasn't true, but all you could see was a shell of himself. He was silent, eyes to the ground, the only movement you could see was from the slow shallow rise and drop of his shoulders as he breathed.

You suddenly feel like there are a hundred sets of eyes on you, your breathing hitching, getting faster, immense pressure begins behind your eyes. You feel the room start to spin, your vision blurring, the sound of rushing water in your ears. Suddenly everything goes black.

“Y/n? Sweetheart? Can you hear me?” Eddie's voice sounded so far away.

Your eyes flutter slowly open, squinting at the bright lights above you as you try and take in where you were.

“Eddie? What happened?” you ask, trying to sit up.

“No sweetheart please lay back down. You errrm, you fainted” His hand gentle on your shoulder, pushing you back down on to what you can now make out as one of the leather sofas in the backstage rooms of the venue. Taking a deep breath, you let out a loud sigh. “Eddie? I can't take anymore lies, I need to know what's going on” your lower lip started to wobble, you felt the burning behind your eyes. Shutting your eyes tight trying to stop the oncoming tears you knew were going to fall.

“I think I need to explain” This was a voice you were not expecting. Kelly. “No, no! What the fuck are you doing here? Don't you think you've done enough?” you shoot up, you can't stop the words from coming. You've been holding this back for so long.

“What's going on with you two? Eddie? Kelly? Are you going to explain to me? Anymore care to tell me?” you spin between the two of them, not getting the response you wanted.

“Y/n, please sit down, let me explain. I didn't want it to get this far.” Kelly was quiet, trying to calm you, but you were having none of it. “Get this far? What's that supposed to mean?” you spin to face her, face raw with tears running down your face.

“y/n, please, please sit down here and we’ll explain everything” Eddies voice came out small, and quiet behind you. Turning you see him sitting down on the leather sofa. His hands together, twisting the rings around his fingers. A trait you have picked up from him as nerves.

You fall quiet, looking down at the man whom you have come to care so much for these past few months, broken.

“Eddie?” your voice whispers. Moving cautiously forward you try again. “Eddie?”

“Y/n, sit down, I’ll explain everything.” Kellys hand was now on your shoulder, shrugging it away from you, you make your way to the sofa, sitting down leaving a gap between yourself and Eddie. Looking over at him, wanting to hold him, but you couldn't bring yourself to.

You didn't trust him.

You hear a chair being dragged closer, and see in your peripherals Kelly taking a seat and reaching out towards Eddie's hands.

“Ed’s? You ok?” she asks in a tone as though she was approaching a baby animal not wanting to spook them. You noted the way his hands quickly would pull away from her reach, continuing to spin his rings around his fingers.

“Ok, look, y/n I just want to say I'm so sorry, for everything” you take your eyes off Eddie to look at her, your anger rising at her audacity to say this.

“You're sorry? YOUR SORRY?! HA! I have only tried to be nice to everyone, I have done nothing to you! So why? Why are you so mean to me? Degrade me? Make fun of how I look? Always making comments about how me and Eddie would never work’? What is it? You want him for yourself? You're already with him? What is it?” Your questions just rolled after one another, you could sense Eddie flinching beside you at each question.

“Those were cheap shots and I am truly truely sorry. Please, I understand if you don't want to believe me right now, but please please let me explain my actions” Kellys face showed no ill intentions, but you had a gut feeling of distrust.

Simply nodding your head you let her continue. “Me and Eddie, there's nothing going on, we are just friends, I promise, really good friends. He's err, not my type” Kelly laughs at that bit but when she looks at your face she stops.

“So yeah, how much do you know about what happened after you left Hawkins? Eddies told me what happened that night. He, well, he was a mess y/n”

You slowly look over at Eddie sitting next to you, his hands now covering his face, elbows resting on his knees.

“I first met him when the boys held an open audition for a bassist, there was no band name, just a location and a phone number. Not many people turned up, but later I found out it was you he was waiting for. He had set this whole thing up in hopes to see you again. I know this because, well … Ed’s? Do you want me to tell the story?” Kelly's question aimed at the man next to you. His head nodded quickly, letting some of his curls fall.

“After joining the band, I got to know everyone better. Finding out they all knew each other in school, a big group of nerds, but fierce and loyal friends. After a night of drinking and smoking, we all played a game of truth. This is where I found out about you. The one who got away. The one he thought hated him, the one who never returned his calls, his messages”

“Messages?” you were now questioning Eddie. He still wouldn't look at you.

“Yeah, he would leave messages at your house, both phone messages with your mom and also notes written to you. He was broken y/n. You know our song ‘Dial Tone’ right?” Kelly asks - you nod.

“It's about you y/n. I came back from a date one night and found him flat out on our living room floor, empty vodka bottles strewn across the room, pill bottles empty, a needle sticking out of his arm. He scared the shit out of me that day. We got an ambulance to him just in time, we didn't know it had gotten this bad, we didn't....” Kelly's voice trails off thick with emotion, her head falling, fighting back tears of her own.

You try to remember some of the lyrics and it suddenly comes to you, realisation hitting you.

You disappeared without a trace

You never bothered to explain

You just walked away

All I wanted was an answer

All I needed was to know

Give me a reason

I need a reason

All those messages I left you

All those nights I spent alone

Give me a reason

Cause all that I hear is

A dial tone

“Kels, it's ok I got it” Eddie's voice gave you a shock next to you. Your head whipping sound to see him looking at you. You see Kelly stand from her seat, making her way over to the work bench wall, mirrors above, strewn with your bags and makeup for the show tonight.

“I was a complete idiot. Kels is right, I was a mess. I would call your house nearly everyday, leaving messages with your mom. I'd ask if you were there, she would say no, I asked to know where you were, I wanted to see you. You know now I spoke with Dustin during that time. He was the one who told me you went to california. As soon as I graduated I packed my bags, picked up the boys and we drove across the country. I needed to find you.” Eddie's voice was calm, but you could tell there was something underneath trying to get out.

“I wrote that song when I came out of hospital. I was angry, but it helped me. I thought it would have helped me get over you, but I knew that would never happen” He reaches his hands over to you which are now tightly held together in your lap. You're hesitant at first to take them, but you slowly melt and the feeling of his warm hands, allowing him to entangle them together.

“Y/n, I care about Ed’s, but not the same way as you do. I just didn't want to see him like that again. It scared me so much when I saw you two become close, I only knew his side of the story and i didnt want you to hurt him again. But, please don't be mad at her, but Jack told me your side. And y/n, please forgive me. I've never seen Eds this happy, and I just, just didn't want to potentially lose him again” Kellys face was flushed, using the sleeve of her cardigan to rub away tears that were slowly falling.

Trying to take in everything you've been told your brain felt like it was going to explode.

“Kelly, I can't forgive you straight away, you really hurt me. I went through enough of this in high school. But i will talk to Jack - I think you should too” your voice a lot calmer that you felt.

“Eddie, I care about you so much, why didn't you tell me this before?” You free one of your hands from his clutches reaching over to stroke his cheek, catching a tear falling from his lashes with your thumb, bringing his eyes to meet yours.

“I'm so sorry y/n, please forgive me?” Eddie eyes, big and brown pleading with you.

“Eddie, you're a fool, but you're my fool” leaning forward to close the gap between you bring your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

You hear the door open and close, noticing Kelly had left the room.

“Eddie, I can't just forgive her for what she said. But tell me, please, nothing is going on between you?”

“I promise you sweetheart, nothing.Nothing is going on between us, but she's right though, you need to talk to Jack” Eddie's forehead now resting against yours, your noses brushing against each other.

You spend the rest of the afternoon, wrapped in each other's arms on that sofa, filling in the gaps between Hawkins and California. Sharing laughs, tears and small sweet kisses.

Tomorrow, you will talk to Jack. Tomorrow you sing in front of a large crowd with Eddie.

You didn't know what made you more nervous.

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