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rosewaterandivy · 1 year ago

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1.01 - Notes on a Scene

summary: a meet-fuck cute courtesy of The Hideout.

pairing: teacher!eddie x fem!reader

w.c.: 3.6k

warnings: modern! AU / 18 + no minors! / eddie is in his early 30s, in the tkaa timeline, this is set about two years after the epilogue, hook ups, fwb, Eddie being a menace, my usual filth™️

a/n: an Eddie-centric companion series to the kids aren’t alright. it’s not necessary to read the previous series, but there are certain plot points and characters that will be making an appearance here as well.

nota bene: feedback is always appreciated— reblogs, comments, likes, etc.— but reposting is not. Enjoy! 💜

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“Hey.” A man says as he scoots into the stool next to you. “Can I buy you a drink?”

You look up and around. The space is dimly lit, brick walls, wooden shelves, a very subtle we don’t give a fuck vibe. There are plenty of women around who are dressed to impress, but he is strangely alert and focused on you. You are sitting perfectly still in denim cutoffs and a t-shirt that has seen better days—grubby house clothes. Even your hair, piled on top of your head screams: go away.

“You look lonely.” He’s dressed in an open green flannel with a crinkled tee underneath, ripped jeans, and dark sunglasses perched on top of his head.

Blinking owlishly, you stare at him some more. This guy has got to be messing with you. You stick the tip of your thumb to your chest. “Me?”

“Yeah. What’ll you have?”

Um. Alone time, maybe? You’re still searching over his shoulder as he says this, stubbornly ignorant of your aloof vibe. You look again toward the door, plotting your escape. Is this guy the type of person to chase you down and stuff you in the trunk of his car? You try to smile.

“I’m uh—I’m ab–”

“Babe!”

A third voice cuts in and then suddenly an arm wraps around your shoulder, “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart.”

Your head turns to regard the rest of its owner and your heart leaps into your mouth. Sumptuous brown eyes encased in dark lashes. Corners lifted by a wide smile. They are looking lovingly down at you, and they are magnificent.

“Uh.” Nice job.

“Uh- you—you were waiting on someone?” The stutter is incredibly pathetic when your first suitor clocks the man with his arm around you. He’s deceptively built, much to your surprise. He’s sturdy too, from what you can tell with his side pressed up against yours.

“Yep. Boyfriend. Good to meet you.” His eyes crinkle at the edges, but there’s no kindness in that look. “Care to fuck off now?”

And fuck off he does. When the man slinks back to his group of buddies who are all snickering at him, you turn to your timely savior, “Thanks…”

“It looked like you might need some help.” He takes his arm back and sinks into the stool next to you. “Just playing the part—I’ll fuck off too in a second.”

You’re still too shocked to mouth off yet as you continue to take in the sight of him at your side. He leans over on his palm, takes a quick look behind your head, and then gives you a wink. “Your man’s turned around. I think you’re safe.”

“Don’t even joke about that.” You mumble, facing him, “That flannel was straight from the nineties.” And then you pause, feeling your mouth-motor whir to life. He’s wearing a black leather jacket. Black shirt. Ripped jeans. Long hair tied back half-way, a slight scruff gracing his jaw. Probably sharp as a knife under that. “You look pretty straight from the nineties too, grunge-boy.”

Beer sprays from where his lips touch the rim of the bottle. He hisses, wiping the dribble from his neck. It takes him another minute of fumbling before all the moisture is off, and you can see the tiniest hint of a blush on his cheeks from where he’s embarrassed himself.

“Where are you coming from?” You ask mischievously, “A Spinal Tap convention?”

“No. I’m a townie, thanks very much.” He crosses his arms. “Just having a drink at my local.”

“Good to know.”

“My roommates…” He pauses to take a drink, “Well, I have a lot of them and they’re all coupled up.” He says plainly, “A man can only take so much.”

“So….” You sing, “You went out to… save helpless chicks from creeps?”

“Mmm,” he makes a show of sizing you up, eyes working slowly down your body. “I think you’re pretty capable of handling yourself, maybe a bit of a priss,” he decides, taking a long pull from his beer as the heat rises in your cheeks.

You want to laugh, but the shit-eating grin on his face doesn’t deserve to be encouraged right now. You can tell already he’s a real wild one, so you push the edges of your mouth down and pretend to find a lot of interest in grabbing your purse instead. “Well, mister, thanks for the saving. See you around.” You’re not above picking up a guy in a bar but why not tease him a little more while you’re at it?

He tucks a stray piece of hair behind his ear and grabs your jacket off the back of the stool. “It’s Eddie.” He says, “My name.”

“Hmm, Edward, nice to meet you.”

“Not a chance,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

“I know what you are,” you continue voice flat, eyes glinting with mischief.

C’mon, someone named Edward who looks like that, there’s no way he’ll take the bait.

His eyes fix on you, playful. “Say it,” he leans closer to you, drowning out the sounds of Joan Jett asking who wants to touch her where. “Out loud. Say it.”

Giving it your best Kristen Stewart, you go for it: “Vampire.”

“Fuck you very much.” He laughs, voice soft against the din of the bar,

You smile and slip the sleeves of your jacket over your arms. “Well, Eddie, thanks for the saving. Bein’ a helpless chick and all, I sure hate it when a fella doesn’t know his place.”

Eddie’s pink tongue darts out to lick his equally pink lips and he hops off the stool, placing a five under his half-full beer. “Can I walk you to your car?” He asks. “You know—dark night, creeps in alleyways and parking lots… Unless it’s not my place… princess.”

Well, that’s just not playing fair.

You laugh, because it’s barely sunset. But the way he’s looking at you makes your blood rise and leak hot magma right into your tummy. What’s the harm, you think, because you’re new in town and you’ll likely never see him again. It’s Friday night.

“No, I suppose it’s not your place.” You pause, watching the disappointed expression on his face. “Eddie–” You pretend to wipe a smudge off the corner of his leather collar, leaning in until it really does look like he’s your boyfriend.

“You’re welcome to come to mine. But no more of this priss business.” You push your lips into an exaggerated pout.

He laughs a joyful noise, tugs his jacket on close to his chest, and follows you out the door.

Your purse is already in your hands, keys swinging around your finger. “If you’ll just—”

“God. Yes. I’ll follow you.”

Eddie tugs you from the driver’s seat of your car, hand entwined with yours as he follows you up the walkway and over the step. Once the front door shuts behind him and you’ve made sure it’s locked, you’re pressed up against the wall, purse, shoes, keys, clattering onto the hardwood.

“Oh, baby,” he mumbles as he presses his face into your collar, scooping you up into his arms. “Oh, Jesus, princess. You’re makin’ me crazy.”

Fuck. How can one person have so much stamina? This guy must be related to the Energizer Bunny. It’s been nearly two hours and he’s propped up against the headboard of your bed, legs spread, pointer finger beckoning you to crawl between them. This is your third (third!) time going at it.

You paw at your face because you are so sweaty. Eddie’s hair is down, strands framing his cheeks, just as wild as he is. Two hours of some of the filthiest talk you’ve ever head, ass-slapping, spit-swapping, hair-pulling, straight-up debauchery.

“This your usual M.O., Eddie, or are you doin’ me a favor?” You ask as your knees nudge him wider apart. Blowing a damp strand from your forehead, you lie down on your stomach and press your mouth to his thigh. “Death by exhaustion.”

“Sexhaustion,” He laughs, then grunts as your lips finds the blunt head of his cock. “You’re still goin’ too.” He comments. “Jesus, girl. Can I call you sometime?”

You hum a vibrating warble and he shudders in delight, “The helpless chicks of Hawkins won’t mind?”

“Pfft.” Then, as easily as he dismisses the idea, Eddie rests his arm on your shoulder before pulling you flush against him. “C’mere.”

There’s something about him that turns you inside out. Easy-going demeanor. Charm and wit. Just fucking gorgeous. It’s a silly little notion from a romanticized one-nighter, but you’re very interested in prolonging the fantasy. You’ll get the best of this, you think, a no-strings attached kind of attachment with someone who makes your body sing. You don’t even want to know his last name—and you don’t tell him yours no matter how many times he asks. You want to know nothing about him other than what you can touch and taste and feel.

And there’s quite a lot of him for all of that. Your hands roam his shoulders and arms, your tongue laps at the sweat on his neck, your tummy tightens when his cock flexes against your hip.

Even if there might be an attachment, the physical distance of him— you have no idea where he lives, would nip that foolishness right in the bud.

Against the backdrop soundtrack of the neighborhood traffic and chatter, you wiggle your way on top and seal your arrangement with a glide of your hips onto his.

Monday morning finds you unpacking in your new classroom at Hawkins High School (home of the Tigers!) and blaring music from your speakers. The tech guy said he’d be around to check the audio levels and load some editing software onto the Macs at some point today, and you’d been killing time ever since.

After meeting with your department head, along with a few other teachers, and getting the lay of the land, you decided to hang a few prints on your walls— you were standing on a table hammering a nail into the wall when you hear voices from the hallway.

“Ooh, this is a vibe!”

Turning to the door, you see two heads precariously poking in and recognize one from the department meeting. Sliding the hammer through a belt loop on your shorts, you step down from the table.

“It’s Robin, right— graphic design?”

The blonde perks up with a smile, “Yeah! How’s it going, need any help?” She steps into your classroom with another woman. “Oh this is Trouble,” she says by way of introduction, “She teaches sophomore English.”

She waves to you with a smile. “I’m digging the aesthetic,” she says, taking in the few things you’ve managed to unpack. “Sick tats, by the way.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” You grab the frame next to you and step back on the table, “I figured I wouldn’t need to cover them up until school starts so.”

“Pfft, don’t even bother.” Trouble scoffs with a wave of her hand, “We have enough teachers with ‘em so it’s a non-issue.” She steps closer to get a better look at the Drive print near your door.

Robin grabs another frame from the pile, “Where do you want this one?”

Settling the Paprika print against the wall you step back down to see which one she grabbed. “Oh,” you say, eyeing the Midsommar piece in her hands, “That’ll be by my desk, you can set it over there.”

You meet her over there with two nails prized between your teeth. Grabbing a chair you step onto it and briefly check the fastening of the frame before lining up where the nails will be hung. While Robin helps you the other woman, Trouble, continues her perusal.

“Okay,” she says with a clap of her hands, “You have great taste based on your playlist, film choices, and is that—” She tugs at your free arm, “A horror sleeve? Oh my god, you have to meet the gang. They will love you.”

Her enthusiasm is heartening— she turns your arm this way and that, surveying the different films represented in black lines and shading. Robin’s eyes find yours with a mouthed ‘sorry about this’ and you shrug.

“Robs has your number?”

“Uh, yeah.” Your arm becomes your own once more as her fingers stop their tracing of your tattoos.

“Great! We’ll text you the details,” she continues to say, “We’re checking out a new bar in town tonight.” A waggle of her brows, “Rumor has it there’s a mechanical bull.”

A smile breaks across your face, “Well, yee-fuckin’-haw I guess.”

They leave with promises to see you tonight just as the tech guy, Bob, makes his appearance. He greets you politely, asking to check your PC and Mac before moving onto the students Macs. The two of you install and update the computers in your classroom before heading to the sound booth to check the audio ports and software. The rest of your day is spent discussing the finer points of your preferred editing programs and Bob peppering you with questions about the best cameras and equipment for sports broadcasting.

Eddie arrives at six-forty at the bar Trouble had selected for this evening, fittingly called ‘Outlawed.’ He sighs and shoves his hands into his pockets, quickly crossing the parking lot to enter the bar, his mind elsewhere.

It was too good to be true, really. Meeting some girl and fooling around with her and, of course, he can’t help thinking about her. He doesn’t even know her name, he just calls her princess. Sometimes sweetheart, sometimes baby, babygirl, because their little meet-cute at the bar spawned a million different alternatives to choose from.

He’s only seen her once for fuck’s sake, but the way she giggles when he takes off her clothes and how her breath stutters against his mouth is something he thinks about frequently when he’s in bed with his hand down his boxers.

And now, Trouble wants to set him up with some new teacher at school. She’d told him all about it at lunch. “Seriously Eds,” she said, splitting a burger with Steve as a tomato slid from the bun and landed with a splat on her plate. “She’s just your type, cool as hell and takes no shit,” she hands the burger off to Steve, wiping her hands on a napkin. “Had like, fuckin’ nails in her teeth and was just hammering away on there walls while listening to an amazing mix— Portishead, Death Grips,” her eyes turn to him, bright and excited. “Between the Buried and Me, so she’s automatically better than those chicks you’ve been dealing with on the apps.”

Outside, under the final rays of sunshine people are streaming down the sidewalk, couples with arms hooked around each other, pretty girls in heels and guys looking after them. Monday night in the Hawkins, surprisingly buzzing with life and music.

He spots Steve as he walks in and they walk next to each other, dodging people left and right as Steve leads them into the dark space of a bar, cramped more than sardines in a can. Eddie shuffles sideways to squeeze past a couple already a little too frisky for a public setting. It’s hot and sticky inside, and the smell of fried foods and beer permeates through his clothes.

He doesn’t really get the look of it, either. An entirely metal and southern kind of aesthetic, the kind that reminds him of old bleach-blonde, wrinkly and tanned housewives with rhinestones on the back pockets of their jeans, toting puckered alligator purses. There are string lights over the walls, bumper stickers, and license plates, and all manners of slogans about Texas and being a country girl.

Modelo neon lights. Budlight paraphernalia. The bartender is wearing cowboy boots.

Steve orders a six-dollar pitcher of the house draft and Eddie whistles. Okay, he thinks, for six dollars a pitcher—he gets this place.

He waves to Robin and Vickie before pointing over to Trouble’s table but Steve and Eddie take some time to themselves to shoot the shit.

“So, are ya gonna tell me about that girl or what?”

“What else is there to tell, man?” Eddie asks as he licks the froth from his upper lip, hoppy bursts of carbonation stinging his tongue. He’s kept her a secret even from Trouble, but it’s not like there was much he could say other than, “She screwed my brains out and then I left. Nothin’ more to tell.”

Steve nods along.

“I don’t even know her name. Just called her princess or baby all the time. She’s a goddamn wildcat, knew how to ride like it was her job. Great ass, too.” A shudder passes over him as he thinks of the way she would crush him into the bed and grind until lights burst behind his eyelids.

The last few words of their conversation get drowned out by loud cheers and whooping, drawing their attention to a crowd forming behind them. People press up against each other, holding their beer bottles and glasses in the air, cheering and screaming.

“What the hell is that?” Eddie calls to Steve who sits up straight chair to get a peek over the tops of everyone’s heads. “I think it’s a mechanical bull?” He replies, shrugging. “Wanna go look?”

“Might as well.”

Robin catches Steve’s eye and sends him a nearly lethal toothy grin, cocking her head over to the crowd. “Go get her, tiger!” She yells, one hand cupped over the edge of her mouth. Eddie’s grabbed by his arm and dragged along as Steve’s interest peaks.

It’s like a concert mosh pit. Someone splashes their drink next to Eddie’s shoe, and he steps out of the way. When they reach the center of the ring around the perimeter of the stage, Eddie’s heart drops because the face he sees—beaming with joy is attached to a body he knows extremely well. Intimately. Every single inch. Her hips, gyrating in circles as she holds onto the handles of the mechanical bull—he’s seen it. Her hair, flurrying around her face in circles, moving along to the whipping of her body, adjusting with every jerk of the machine—he’s seen that, too.

“I think that’s the one Trouble was goin’ on about.” Steve announces. “Jesus, how is she doin’ that?”

Eddie is wide-eyed, turning back and forth. It’s too much. The laughter from her throat he’s previously shoved himself down. The cheer from the crowd that is deafening in his already ringing ears. Steve’s clapping– like a trained circus seal.

When the bull bucks for the last time, she leans forward and runs both hands through her hair, flicking it over her shoulders. Then, his girl, ever a gymnast, hops off and gives the crowd a bow, picking up her jacket on the way. Eddie watches her grab the same one she had on the first time they met- faded denim, worn shoulders, decorated in pins and patches.

It’s gotta be fate. Or destiny. Or maybe some fucked-up circumstance.

Her face is bright with joy, cheeks glistening with the lightest sheen of sweat, lips shiny with the way her tongue flicks out and licks it. To his right, Steve discreetly adjusts his pants, but Eddie is already rock hard. He slides back until he’s disappeared behind his friend, a smirk suddenly growing.

Trouble claps you on the back when you step out of the cushions of the ring. Robin and the rest of the gang stand by with so many questions, but you only wave them off. The secret is that in your college days you worked at a restaurant with a mechanical bull, and on your breaks you rode the fuck out of it.

Sometimes, growing up in the dirty South had its perks.

At first, upon entering the bar, you were wary and afraid you might throw out your back now that you’re not a spry young thing, but two pitchers in with Trouble and Robin and you were spitting into your hands and swinging over its seat.

Yep. You think victoriously, still got it.

“Hey!” A coif of hair sticks out of the crowd an inch or so above most other people. Steve, Trouble’s boyfriend and history teacher at Hawkins High, is grinning ear-to-ear, and you duck because you were not expecting him to witness that. Trouble smacks you on the ass and pushes you forward. “So, you hid this from us?” She asks, motioning to the bull and then up and down to you.

“Aw, fuck,” you mutter but can’t help the grin that breaks across your face. “C’mon, y’all… I didn’t think it’d come up.” Steve hands you a glass of amber, and you hide behind it with your hand, pretending to cool off by pressing it to your forehead.

“I almost forgot–” He turns, looking over his shoulder. “I wanna introduce you to Eddie, my other roommate, he teaches at Hawkins too!”

Eddie swivels into view, and any previous thoughts fly right out your head. If you had something in your mouth, you’d probably choke on it. He’s there, in all his glory, just like you remember: black leather jacket, dark stubble and eyes moving like smooth bourbon poured into a glass as he looks you up and down.

His teeth are sharp when he smiles.

“Oh, princess,” Eddie sighs, “I can’t believe you thought you’d get away that easy.”

And you think, as you stare wide-eyed at him, with Steve now coming to the same conclusion—mouth forming a silent “Oh”, you think that you are so fucked.

Maybe your life isn’t a romantic comedy at all, maybe it’s a terrible porno opening scene or some psycho sexual thriller because your former one-night stand is shooting you a mischievous grin, flexing his biceps, pulling on his lower lip with his teeth until it stretches white and snaps back plump and red.

Sensing the tension, Steve quickly turns around to the table.

Eddie cocks his head back, motioning you to follow.

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castlebyersafterdark · 6 months ago

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did you know noah was gay before he came out? what do you think of all the bylers who were fully convinced he was a straight frat bro and an ally™️ playing a gay character? i’m not sure what I thought back in the early days, but by the time S4 rolled around, I thought it was pretty obvious that he was queer. Especially when he was gushing about byler so vocally!

not that straight actors can’t also be proud allies, but it seemed… a bit more than that lmao. but it seems like so many people fell for his “I have a crush on zendaya” thing. many even thought he was secretly in love with millie and sad she was friendzoning him. and I remember back in like 2020, he used to have so many thirstyyyy female fans, much like a boy band or justin bieber. it was a wild time.

people try to switch up now, and they’re like, “I always knew.” But I’m like… did you? 🤔

cause I remember it all too well 🎵

Like I've said, I was a casual fan and didn't do fandom stuff very much at all for Stranger things before s4. Maybe the occasional interview clip that got reposted. I looked at Finn's stuff more since I had a brief stint in the IT fandom after ch2, but that wasn't like. A huge focus of mine. I only really got into deep dive looking into the cast after Noah came out. Because that was so amazing and I was so excited for the kid!! The bravery as such a young public figure in a major television show with a huge following. I remember scrolling tumblr and seeing someone reposted the iconic tiktok and just smacking my bf, saying 'oh wow Will from stranger things is gay!!?" And he was like, 'we... know this.' Hahaha. And then since there was a lack of anything in between filming and I was full on obsessed with the show at that point, I was looking at stuff about the cast as much as the characters and plot. Absorbing info and lore, etc.

So, I'm afraid I'm not too fun to be someone to dive into if I clocked anything. I clocked stuff with the literal character of Will Byers, but that was how the character was portrayed/written.

Looking back and seeing videos and interviews of him, it's like. Oh yeah, I can totally see it, how did so many miss it - but then, is that retroactive? Since after the fact, I did see reference and jokes that he seemed like a frat guy. But I also know/knew gay frat guys who you'd never clock, since it's not a one personality fits all world. So, it still fits. He may be out but he still had those college party boy/fratty vibes. I don't know!!! Hard to say overall what I really think since you get so biased being entrenched in the fandom for so long.

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queeenpersephone · 3 years ago

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hi hi hi friendly neighborhood anon popping in w am ironwidow ask—perhaps a lil angsty vibe to ilomilo by billie? Hehe ok obsessed w you take care of yourself 💕💕💕💕💕💕

haha i'm obsessed with YOU friendly neighborhood anon! i'm a lil sad right now so this went straight from a lil angsty to Angst™️. you did make me listen to ilomilo on repeat and i had to rewatch an endgame scene so maybe it's not only my fault haha.

so tell me you'll come home (even if it's just a lie) warnings: major character death; if you're iffy about reading anything that involves suicidal thoughts, maybe not this one for you | established ironwidow | endgame compliant (kinda)

Traveling through time is an electric rush, heightened by the knowledge that Steve and he have pulled off their mission. He hopes the others have too. Well, he knows that Natasha and Clint have; despite their lack of powers or metal suits, he's never seen them make a mistake when it counts.

Plus, he's looking forward to wrapping his arms around his fiance and kissing her until they both forget their own names. He's grown used to being with her all the time in the cabin; it's truly strange to be separated. If anything good came of the Snap, it has been settling down with her, running any Avengers meetings from their home, thinking even about adoption. He'll be sad to lose his memories if everything snaps back and they lose the last few years, but Natasha and he have been together since a year before the Snap. Really, he doesn't have that much to lose.

See you in a minute, she had said. He's been waiting to quip back since that moment, a little 'Miss me, Agent Romanoff?' to call back to Germany all those years ago. Natasha would never admit it, but she loves when he remembers little things like that. He'll never tell her that, before they got together, he used to play those little moments over and over again in his head, impatient to see his friend as soon as she left his sight.

Really, it's a shock he didn't realize what was going on earlier. Sometimes it feels like he's been in love with Natasha Romanoff his whole life.

When Clint's knees hit the floor with a loud thud... well, in hindsight, Tony thinks he knew then. The open desolation on Clint's face shows a man in the depths of grief. The absence of Natasha, bent over to check on her best friend while placating Tony with a quick look and a gentle smile, however, is the biggest indicator.

In the moment, though? He knows nothing but the ringing in his ears and the involuntary tremble of his lower lip.

"Where's Nat?" Bruce asks. They all stare at the empty space next to Clint. "Where's Nat?"

See you in a minute.

Tony drops the briefcase with a loud clang and takes a halting step in the direction of Clint. "Where is she?" He croaks. His voice sounds unfamiliar. "What did you do to her?" He accuses.

Clint finally looks up, his grief turning to horror. "I - She - I couldn't sto-" He cuts himself off, hunching over at the waist like he's about to be sick.

Tony feels like he's underwater. He's floating, he's sinking, he's drowning. His eyes and lungs are burning, but his heart is cold. His body is reacting, but Tony himself feels empty. In a moment, he's that scared little boy who was told his parents were dead. He's that grown man who learned that his friend hid their killer from him. Except Natasha was supposed to be the one that finally lasted. His happy ending.

"You - where is she?" He repeats. He enunciates each word. Is Clint stupid? He wants to know where Nat is. Did she get left behind? Do they need to go get her? It's a problem for sure, but Tony is one of the smartest people in the galaxy. He can figure this out. Is she hurt? Invisible? He can take that. He can fix that -

Clint clearly has to force himself to meet Tony's wide-eyed, frantic gaze. Tears are streaming down his cheeks. The rest of the people on the platform are dead silent. "She... she went over the edge. She made me let go. I tried - god, it should've been me. It should've - I should've held on."

The words go through him with the sharpness and precision of a butcher's knife. He let her go?

Tony starts forward. He feels Steve lightly grasp his wrist, but he shakes himself free with a snarl. "I don't believe you," he says, maybe he screams it too. "You - you - liar."

Clint folds over further. "I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry. I wouldn't lie to you." He's rambling, beside himself, but Tony doesn't care. "She saved me."

"You should've saved her," he spits out, disgusted. "She pulls your head out of your ass and this is how you repay her? By - by-"

"Tony," Steve whispers.

"No, you - you shut up!" He yells, and they don't turn away. If he were himself, he might think that they're being good friends. Loyal teammates, taking his vitriol as his world shatters.

See you in a minute.

"I loved her! We were each others' second chances! I never should have agreed to this - we were happy. We were happy." He repeats it and repeats it. If he repeats it enough it'll be true. He'll wake up in the cabin and they'll be happy. She'll lean over to kiss him and eat his pancakes and cuddle him through his nightmares and they'll be happy.

He breaks. They all know him enough not to comfort him.

See you in a minute.

Later, Tony snaps. Thanos is not inevitable, but this might be.

See you in a minute.

Yes, he thinks as the world goes blurry. Yes, honey, you will.

#ironwidow #tonynat #natasha x tony #tony x natasha #marvel fic #marvel writing #natasha romanoff #tony stark #endgame #marvel #warning: major character death #my writing #ironwidow fic #anonymous #answered #i'm sorry anon #this was a lot but hopefully you still thought it was good!

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altcvnningham · 3 years ago

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georgia!! do uhm 1 to 13 and then 25, 28, and 29 :)

WOW thas a whole lotta questions I'M SO EXCITED

also keep in mind that i'm still the one person on earth who hasn't fully played mafia 3!! so most or maybe all of these r gonna be biased towards mafia de + 2 <3

thank u for the ask i adore u :*

1. What is your favorite game from the whole trilogy?

mafia 2 because i get to dress vito in little outfits like a barbie doll of the setting and plot :)

2. Who are your favorite characters and why?

vito, joe, paulie, and [looks at smudged writing on hand] horny trombonist

ANYWAY vito bc uhhh see question 3

joe bc haha funny man but also has a huge heart and unflinching loyalty and ugly shirt

paulie bc haha funny man but also has a huge heart and unflinching loyalty and-- wait

henry bc uhhhhhh fhfhfhnfnfuhhhhh holfd my hand,,,..............

3. Which character do you connect with the most?

uhhhh mostly vito and henry just bc they both have this certain like,, defensive aloofness and awkwardness that i find really relatable and oddly endearing, and i think that they both like to put on this tough front that is just So Fragile- bc they're just stupid softies deprived of affection and that just vibes w me yknow

also to me vito seems to inhabit a kind of naïvety, and sometimes i think he associates w things the way a kid would,,, not in an infantilising way, but having simplistic pleasures, not being able to forsee/care about consequences, and possessing a kind of "everything's going to be okay" mentality. like,, "oh as long as i'm with my best friends it's gonna be okay. nothing bad's gonna happen" and then henry dies and it's like "well time to wreak absolute havoc and go on a fucking massacre. don't see how this could ever backfire lol",,,, and idk there's something about it that never comes off as "stupid" to me the way it might to other people- vito isn't dumb he just cares so, so fucking much about those he loves that it like, never occurs to him that it could all fall apart with just one wrong move and. ANYWAY

also my chest hurts whenever i see ralphie bc i used to have a stutter that was just like his akdhsjsk 🥺👉👈

4. Which character is scarily close to how you act?

joe not taking fucking anything seriously and thinking he's a comedian and acting like a little slut and swearing too much

5. Which characters do you dislike and why?

ummm uhhh,,,,..???? won't lie salieri kinda annoys me but i'm positive half of it is bc of the dog thing and then the other half is bc in mafia de he doesn't have like an Italian Gangster Accent™️ like he just speaks like a normal guy??? also i think i could take him in a fight he looks like he has shaky knees

every single fucking race driver npc in fair play yall can die forreal

6. What were your favorite songs from each Mafia game?

WAHHHHH DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU

i'm extremely partial to django reinhardt (thanks bioshock) so whenever any of his songs are in mafia de i go a little bit crazy

ummm in mafia 2 i got so excited the first time i heard billy ward and the dominoes' rendition of rags to riches that i drove vito off of a bridge and died which i now accept as a canon ending

the first time i listened to keep me hangin' on by vanilla fudge in mafia 3 i actually had to sit down and just Stare because holy shit. Holy ShSET ME FREE WHY DOOOON'T YOU BAAAAAAAABE GET OUT MY LIFE WHY DON'T YOU BAAAAAAABE YOU REALLY DON'T WANT MEEEEEEEEE YOU JUST KEEP M

also i can't remember if happy feet by cab calloway was in mafia de or 2 but i was OBSESSED w that song for like 2 months straight

7. Your favorite ship and why? (OCs can be included.)

vito/henry, vito/joe, vito/henry/joe or die

henry/having a long warm hug and some therapy

8. Which character shares your sense of fashion?

sarah w the pretty blouse + skirt combo and i have a beautiful collection of vintage men's coats that nearly come down to my ankles, and i own one that looks very similar to tommy's in that one mission where he goes out to the country in the rain :) i wish there were more prominent female characters in mafia 2 bc i incorporate a lot of 40s-50s accessories and silhouettes into my wardrobe!!

9. The last Mafia game you played/watched, you so happened to get trapped in. How would you react and what would be the first thing you did?

well considering i like to frequently play mafia de for free-roam around lost heaven (i would KILL to have mafia 2 free-roam), i think i would be very happy to walk around and look at all the pretty lights :')

10. If you could give a hug to any character(s), who would they be?

henry bc that mf NEEDS it also i need it he could fix me

and then immediately joe paulie n lincoln bc they look like they give THE BEST hugs

11. Which character do you think is underrated?

frank colletti considering he went on a whole ass rant about this bitch dog that got fucked by all the neighbourhood chad dogs and then fully told tommy "you're the bitch" like that isn't the funniest fucking thing i've ever heard in my life

12. Which character(s) do you think you would get along with?

paulie bc he likes to be annoying and i also like to be annoying

john donovan i could listen to that clown talk all damn day

13. Which character(s) do you think you would NOT get along with?

marty i fucking hate him im so sorr- [gunshot]

25. This one is a bit silly. Who is a character you would not mind dating?

28. Some things you dislike about Mafia and why?

uhhhhh i feel like the plot of each game could've been fleshed out WAY more, and i won't lie the only reason i don't replay mafia 2 often despite it being my favourite is because i get bored w how formulaic it is and how little there is to do beyond the main story (which,, i understand that a lot was cut,, and i want to go easy on it bc ofc i'm so used to modern games having tons of content,,,,, but like mafia 2 came out the same year as arkham city,, which has a ton of shit to do :/) i get that it isn't easy to translate the tone and 'feel' of iconic mafia films into video games, but like,,,, c'mon why am i replaying fair play for the fucking twelfth time

the casual racism, especially in mafia 2, and i understand that it's staying true to the era but,,,, like shut up oh my god

29. How did you come across the Mafia Trilogy?

??? idk i don't remember one minute i was normal then the next i was making shitty vito fancams two hours before my assessment deadline was due and i've been mentally ill ever since

#long post #im so sorry i dont shut up #anyway THANK U i cant believe how many u gave me !!#mafia #mafia de #mafia 2 #mafia 3

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Cursed Euro Report time!!! (early for once because I don't care about sleep apparently)

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 ENGLAND WON THE SEMI-FINAL!!!!!

Tumblr Louies were conflicted between rejoicing on behalf of Louis and the fact that we deep down do not vibe with England as a concept at all. But once again, the things we do for love for Louis Tomlinson.

The Englishmen were very HAPPY to win! Seriously, the way they are so naturally getting on top of each other, getting on their knees, getting straddled, putting their asses up in the air. 🌈L-O-V-E 🌈

Congrats to your boï Kane, for shooting the winning goal!!! Good for him for mastering the art of putting a ball in a hand-guarded hole on the second try!!! The first time is often slippery but usually the second try ends up being making everyone come together!! There's shooting, there's shouting, it's basically sex.

Ok so I decided to check out Team England's twitter as per usual and I was like... there's not gonna be anything left they've used all the innuendos possible but BOY OH BOY was I wrong!!!

Here are some of the most recent thirst tweets:

For a moment, we can breathe. (that's what she/he/they said 😏)

I know it's growing strong... (that's what they said 😏)

So good. So good. So good. (that's what they said 😏)

So many BIG performances! (that's what they said 😏)

We're tired just looking at it (that's what they said 😏)

One more to go. (that's what they said 😏)

Still up? (that's what they said 😏)

A night we’ll all remember (that's what they said 😏)

They could straight up include the 🍆 emoji every time and it would WORK. In short: the social media manager is on crack.

We got Loutent from the match, even tho it started with some VERY DUBIOUS footage of a "Louis" who was wearing atrocious clothes and had suddenly bulked up overnight... FAKE NEWS!!! I was feeling superior and wanted to call everybody out on that obvious mistake but I had fallen prey of the Bus 2 tattoo fake scandal the day before so I didn't feel like I was standing on high ground....anyways!

Real Louis appeared later on, with his "boyfriend" Hot Luke, his "girlfriend" (El), and his girlfriend's girlfriend (Ella), his girlfriend's girlfriend's boyfriend (Ella's bf I don't know his name) and his boyfriend (no quotation mark here) Hot Bald Guy with Glasses aka THE real Mr. O™️, I have declared. His presence is becoming strongly suspicious and if he's there on Sunday then they're definitely doing it, I don't make the rules. (I have not seen any trace of Oli but I could be wrong. Maybe he was at Hogwarts...hahaha)(also one bucket hat was in view because of course there was)

Not that I'm counting but I've counted 3 Bald Men™️ within a 1 meter radius of Louis in yesterday's pub footage, so... draw your own conclusions at that. 😌The man has a clear type.

SO!!!! Finals on Sunday!!! Against ITALY 🇮🇹!!! Our 11 Englishmen better get ready to get their asses licked kicked, to get 💦destroyed 💦 on the field (and maybe off of it too, who knows 😏) to get 💦dominated 💦 by strong Italian sports gods as the ✨tension✨ will be hard high and at the end of 90+ min of balls play 🤲, each team will try to chase their own release 👅and be declared the winner of the ⚽️ Euro 2020 ⚽️!!!

Louies conundrum will come to an end as I believe the general consensus is that England will/should/deserves to lose, but at least the team will have made it 'til the end and thus provided us with Louis footage for as long as possible and also made Louis very happy, which is all we want (no, we don't want music or first-person content, whoever told you that...!!!). We shall see, but unless Louis treats us to a HD selfie if England wins, then I could care less about the brexiters getting the cup, which, may I remind them, is called the EURO cup.

Also the final is on Loudependence day??? 👀 Is something going to happen??? IS MUSIC COMING??? Louies, who have been tolerating Louis' football antics (the tweets! the jerseys IG stories!) for weeks and are desperate for any kind of information on LT2 coming directly from the Boss himself, are franticly asking themselves... Alas, there is no way to know right now...

But I'd say, in conclusion to this 1,000 words essay, that we can't infer that England making it so far in the tournament is based on Louis' wishes and Louies energy backing his deepest desire... BUT we have learned that 🕯manifesting🕯"works" so we need to gather our strength and send ✨good vibes✨ for music content soon. *starts chanting*

In the meantime KMM at Wembley, YES KING!!!

xoxo,

Gareth Girl.

a wild ride from start to finish but so worth it 😌

#the match was not their finest moment that's for sure ksldfjskdls #and we truly do not vibe w england as a concept but then again. we have harry kane #the way these british men have me fawning over them ugh can't believe it #the straddling though 😭 get a room boys you're being watched 😭#ive seen enough posts dissing the penalty goal so idk what to think about their win now 👁👄👁 BUT ty mr kane for making louis happy #:DDD #england's social media is on FIRE though im sure they know what they're doing w those tweets JSKDDLSJDJFJSSK #and that tiktok pls 😭😭😭 insanity 😭#your logic for not calling people out 💀 it's ok bestie we all make mistakes 🤝#dt is inexcusable though they're the ones who said louis was holding the knife upside down and now this video of a different man?? jail pls #louke 🥰 unknown bald man 👀#i just hope eng doesnt turn the finals into a clown show like this match jdksldlsjgdkl pls play better my boys u have a lot riding on you #and!! i donot agree w the consensus!! most importantly kane my beloved does not agree w the consensus 🥰#so louies will just have to tolerate my pro eng rants on sunday <3 ily all but i love kane more <33 #kmm at wembley so true ‼‼ keep manifesting people we might just get loudependence music content ‼‼#ty for ur service gareth girl <333 #clem's mission reports my beloved <3 #mail #berlinini

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