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kat-thepoet · 5 months ago

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Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Part 1: A grumpy Canadian enters

A/N: Hello guys! This is a Logan x Female reader story. So please enjoy!

Description: Violet, on the run from a dark past, finds herself stuck with Logan as her roommate, with her unpredictable best friend Wade by her side. As she navigates the chaos of her new life, she must choose between a love that could save her and a darkness that could consume her.

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"Have you thought about what I told you?" I asked Vanessa as I sat across from her at our local coffee shop.

"Yes, and I think I'm ready to talk to him about us." she says with a soft smile.

A few weeks ago, before Wade unexpectedly left on his birthday party, I told Vannesa that she should get back together with him. They are such a cute couple, and Vanessa deserves to be with the person she loves, even though he's a total dickwad. I have known Wade for about six years when I auditioned for his superhero team. Or whatever you can call a group of morons who all collectively came together to save a chubby kid from being killed by a time travel freak with a medal arm. Regardless of mine and Wade's differences, like who is better, Edward or Jacob, or if pineapple belongs on pizza (it doesn't), he is still considered one of my best friends, along with Vanessa, whom I love dearly like a sister.

As I come back from my daydreaming, Vanessa gives me a slight grin and proceeds to ask her annoying question.

"So... now that Wade and I are possibly getting back together, why have you been avoiding the dating pool? I mean, I love you, but I don't want to see you die alone or possibly be forced to marry someone just to settle down. I want you to find someone who you can pour your heart into, like I do with Wade."

I look at her with annoyance and roll my eyes at her dramatic statement. After my last cheating boyfriend Adam who fucked my roommate by the way in my apartment, I've never found someone who truly moved me and made me feel special. I have gone on dates alone and even double dates with Nessa and Wade, but I have never felt something inside of me that truly made me desire them. When Vanessa talks about her and Wade's love lives and even their sex lives, she makes it sound like it's filled with passion and thrill, and I haven't experienced that with anyone yet. And I'm not even sure I ever will.

"We've talked about this, Vanessa. I haven't found anyone interesting, and I'm not going to force it by going to some lame bar and picking up the first person who shows interest." She laughs at my statement but doesn't say anything in response.

As we walked back to our building, we saw Wade with a dog who looked strangly like him, and along with him was a man with a very nice build and he was really handsome. As Wade spotted Vanessa walking down the street with me, he quickly let his dog sit on the ground and sprinted over to her, arms wide open.

"Vanessa! My love, my light, my everything! You look stunning as ever. It's like seeing the sun come up after a night of binge-watching questionable rom-coms. How about we skip all this mundane reality stuff and dive straight into a romantic montage? I've missed you more than tacos on a Tuesday!"

She pushes her off him. "Where the hell have you been? You left the party without even saying anything, and you expect me to be happy to see you?!" She says it angerfully.

I laugh, and he turns to me. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite partner in crime," he said, giving me a playful nudge. "Looking fabulous as always. I swear, every time I see you, it's like someone cranked up the glam dial to eleven." He says with a sly smile.

I roll my eyes and, angrly, ask him the same question. "No, Wade, where the hell have you been? I called 20 times, and not one single call was returned!" I quickly glanced at his friend, and he was already staring at me. I quickly looked back at Wade, waiting for a response.

Wade raised his hands in mock surrender, a sheepish grin on his face.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, tiger! I knew I should've upgraded my phone plan to include 'dealing with angry best friends' insurance. But in my defense, I was, uh... busy saving the world? Or maybe I got distracted by a marathon of cat videos. They're surprisingly addictive, you know!"

He glanced at his friend, who was still watching the exchange with interest, and then turned back to me with a wink.

"But seriously, I'm sorry for ghosting you two. I'll explain everything later, but for now, I need to kiss my girl."

He looked at Vanessa, and she stopped him, putting her hand on his mouth. "I'm not your girl; we still have a lot to talk about, Wade."

Wade paused, eyes wide with mock horror. He slowly removed her hand, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk.

"Oh, come on, Vanessa! You know, I can't resist kissing my favorite girl, even if I have to work a little harder for it. But I get it, I get it—relationship talk first, smooches later. Consider me on my best behavior. We can talk about anything and everything you want—whether it's why I've been MIA or what I'm planning for our next adventure."

As he looks at his friend, he slaps his own forehead.

"I almost forgot, ladies, feast your eyes on the one, the only, the eternally grumpy Canadian himself—Wolverine! Or, as I like to call him, Logan, he is the sharpest guy I know. And no, that's not just a reference to his claws." He nudged Wolverine with his elbow, grinning.

"This is the guy who puts the 'X' in 'X-Men' and the 'grr' in 'gruff.' When he's not busy saving the world or scowling, he's perfecting his signature brooding look and cutting sarcasm. You might say he's the best there is at what he does, and what he does is... make me look even more sexy by comparison." Wade turned to Vanessa and I with a wink.

"Don't worry; he's not as intimidating as he seems. Just give him a beer, and he'll be your best friend—or at least tolerate you with only minimal growling. Logan, meet Vanessa, my stunning muse, and Violet, my partner in crime. Try not to scare them off with your rugged charm, alright?" Logan just rolls his eyes at his stupid introduction.

Vanessa extends her arm to shake his hand, and he hesitates for a moment but shakes it with a firm grip. "Nice to meet you, Logan." She says with a smile. Logan responds with a sarcastic tone, "Yeah, you too."

I extend my hand to do the same, and he takes it, but my hand lingers in his for a moment before he quickly pulls away. It's nice to meet you, Logan. Knowing the mouth that Wade has on him, you must have dealt with a few suicidal thoughts." I ask, trying to lighten the mood.

He smirks at my question and says , "Yeah, you could say that."

Wade clapped his hands together with an exaggerated gasp, clearly delighted by the interaction.

"Oh, I see what's happening here! Bonding over my endless ability to drive people nuts! Classic move, Vi." he said with a playful grin.

He waggled his eyebrows at Wolverine. "See, Logan? I told you my best friend's got a wicked sense of humor. We could start a support group for people who've survived my witty repartee. 'Deadpool's Survivors Club.' Meetings every Tuesday—blizzard dust and therapy provided."

Vanessa and I laughed at his comment, and we all headed back to his place.

Before I went to wades place I departed from the group and went into my apartment that was two doors over from his. I decided to get comfortable and take my working clothes off that had dirt on them from washing flowers.

I work at a flower shop that's about two blocks from here. I started working there about two years ago. The pay is great; I can pay my bills and treat myself once in a while. but I also live comfortingly because of my grandparents trust fund. My grandparents took care of me until I was 19 years old. They were doctors and were very successful. My parents died in a car crash when I was five. I don't really remember anything from that time. I guess my brain blocked all that trauma out. But regardless, I still ended up being experimented on by these mad scientists with some glowy gems. That's what granted me my abilities. And they used me to kill people. I try to forget at times, but now, ten years later, I'm here, surrounded by family who I adore.

I decided to change into a red tank top and grey sweatpants with my black and white Converse. By the look of the clouds, it looks like it's going to start to rain. I brush my hair and add a little makeup to clean myself up a bit. I finish up with a vanilla mist that Vanessa got me for my birthday, and I head out the door.

I knock on Wade's door, and through the door I hear muffling sounds and loud music. Nobody answers, so I open the door myself. The room is filled with some X-force members, along with Tin Man. Ellie and their adorable girl friend are singing kareoke. On the other side of the room in the kitchen, I see blind Al sniffing a line, Vanessa and Wade making out, and other junkies eating and drinking food. How did this escalate so quickly? I was only gone for 30 minutes. As I scanned the room to find a spot to sit, I saw Logan on the couch with a beer in his hand, watching Beyonce and Ariana horribly sing. There's a seat next to his, so I decided to sit next to him.

"Are you enjoying the party?" I asked with a smile.

Logan glanced at you, his expression flat.

"It's something, all right," he grumbled, taking another sip of his beer. "At least the beer's cold."

He shook his head slightly, watching the chaos unfold with a weary look.

"I've seen worse," he added with a shrug.

Logan leaned back, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "You here to rescue me, or just enjoying the show?"

I pressed my lips together. He's not one to have a conversation with because he's so moody, and I'm determined to find out why, but I'll just play along with his nonchalant attitude for now.

"Just enjoying the show," I replied with a smirk. Logan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't press further, turning his attention back to the chaos around us.

"Are you going to drink something?" he asked in a low voice.

"There's nothing here that doesn't destroy your liver." I said it with a tight smile.

"You don't drink?" he asked curiously.

"No." I said firmly, trying to keep the conversation light. "I prefer to keep a clear head in situations like this." Logan nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response, and we continued to watch the chaos unfold around us in silence.

"So, how did you meet Wade?" I asked curiously.

Logan took a moment, swirling his beer thoughtfully before answering.

"Well, it wasn't exactly a fairy tale," he replied with a wry smile. "Wade showed up out of nowhere, talking about timelines and some TVA nonsense. I thought he was just some weird fuck who wanted to mess with me."

He sighed, shaking his head at the memory.

"But then there was this whole thing with Cassandra threatening the timeline. I guess we ended up being unlikely allies. Not my first choice, but he's persistent."

Logan glanced at you, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Wade's like a bad rash; he just keeps coming back until you deal with him. At least this time, we managed to save the day and avoid a multiverse meltdown."

He shrugged, taking another sip of his beer. "You could say it was... educational."

I looked at him confused because, honestly, I did not understand any word that he said. He saw my expression puzzled but didn't focus too much on it.

"How did you meet a fucker like Wade?" he asked.

"It's a long story, but I've known him for about 6 years, and I met him when I auditioned for the X Force."

"Wait, you auditioned for the X Force? Why? " He looked at me strangely.

"Well, I have abilities of my own, and I wanted to use them for good." I said with a dry smile.

Logan nodded, processing your answer with a gruff expression.

"Abilities, huh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Wade's got a knack for attracting people like us. But an audition? That sounds like something only Wade would come up with."

Logan leaned back, giving you a more appraising look. "So, what can you do? And how've you survived six years with Wade without losing your mind?"

We talked about Wade and how fucked up in the head he was. Until I saw the time. It read 11:50.

"Oh, shoot, I have to get going. I have work in the morning." I said as I quickly stood up.

I quickly turned around and waved everyone good bye. As I headed for the door, Wade trotted after me with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Hey, wait up!" he called, catching up to me just as I stepped outside. "Before you disappear into the responsible adult dimension, I've got a burning question."

He leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice with mock seriousness. "So, does your annoying roommate still haunt your apartment, or have you finally exorcised that particular demon? I mean, I can't be the only one who thinks she's a walking buzzkill, right?"

I laughed at his remark about my ex roommate. I crossed my arms at his question.

"Why?" I said with a stern face.

Wade put on his best innocent face, which was hard to take seriously with the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh, no reason," he said, feigning nonchalance as he rocked back on his heels. "It's just that I have this furry, brooding friend who might be in the market for a new place to crash."

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "You see, Logan here has this whole 'lone wolf' vibe going on, but I think deep down, he's just a cuddly, oversized teddy bear in need of a cozy new den."

Wade wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Plus, think about it: free security, and you'll never have to worry about running out of beer. And if you two ever get into an argument, he's got that healing factor, so no worries about broken bones or anything."

He flashed a grin, clearly enjoying himself. "So, what do you say? Got room for one more grumpy Canadian in your life?"

I looked at him, trying to see if this would be a good idea. He gave me puppy eyes, and I responded by rolling my eyes back. "Is he messy?" I asked, annoyed.

"I don't think so; let me ask." He quickly turned around and started skipping to his door. Before I could say anything, he brought out Logan. In the dim light of the hallway, I could see through his white beater tank top, which revealed his muscular physique. It made my mouth salivate. Why am I thinking this way?

I look at Wade, and he looks at Logan. " Are you messy?"

Logan crossed his arms, giving Wade a skeptical look before turning his attention to you.

"Messy?" he grunted, his voice gravelly. "Not really. I keep to myself and clean up after I eat.

Logan glanced at Wade, then back at you, with a hint of a smirk. "But if you're expecting a neat freak, you might want to look elsewhere. I'm not exactly Martha Stewart."

He paused for a moment, reading your expression, and added, "And don't worry, I don't bite. Much."

I rolled my eyes at his comment. He's clearly drunk, but I trust he's just trying to make a joke. Plus, his honesty about his habits is refreshing in a roommate.

"Fine." I said with a thin smile.

Wade's eyes lit up with excitement as soon as I said "fine."

"Score one for Team Wolverine!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air like he'd just won a championship. "You won't regret it! Well, maybe a little, but hey, what's life without some excitement, right?"

He clapped Logan on the back with a playful grin. "Welcome to your new home, bub! Remember, no claw marks on the good furniture, and try to keep the late-night growling to a minimum unless you want Violet to reconsider."

Wade turned back to you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You've got yourself a real-life superhero as a roommate! Not everyone can say that. Just don't let him hog the remote on movie night—or the weed stash."

He gave you a thumbs up, clearly pleased with the outcome. "So, when's the housewarming party? I'll bring the chimichangas and some earplugs for those late-night howls, or we can do a threesome, whichever you prefer."

I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

I drew my attention to Logan before I spoke. "Go get your stuff so you can settle in." I said this as I turned to unlock my door. Wade kissed me on the cheek and walked with Logan back to his apartment.

I turned on the light from the spare room and thanked God that I cleaned it the second that whore Sara moved out because it was a mess. Luckily, the bed had fresh sheets, and it smelled clean. I heard a firm knock on the door.

That must be Logan.

I opened the door and saw Adam drunk and crying.

"Adam, what the hell are you doing here?" Adam, my cheating ex-boyfriend that I mentioned before, was here begging me to take him back and to forgive him for fucking my roommate on my new couch.

I crotched down to his level and said, "I'm never going to fucking forgive you for what you did to me. We were fucking engaged, but you chose to fuck another girl. Not a random girl, my fucking roommate, who I considered my closest friend. You know how I feel about lies and betrayals." I said with tears forming in my eyes. I know that he used and hurt me, but I can't help but feel heartbroken, even though this happened two months ago. He started to come closer until I tripped back on my ass. I landed on the floor, and he was on top of me. "Get off of me!" I said angrly. As I squirmed under him, I felt my eyes glow, and my powers wanted to come out and play, but I held the urge as I was fighting him off. All of a sudden, I hear loud footsteps coming towards us. Logan comes out of nowhere and grabs him by the collar. He yanks him onto the floor. My eyes are still closed as I try to control my outburst. I hear Logan yell at him, to never set foot here again, and Adam runs off.

As I control my breathing, Logan comes next to me and leans in. "It's ok, he's gone." He said in a low voice. I feel better for some reason now that he's by my side. I thank him still, with my eyes closed. I stand up and open my eyes to see him staring into mine. I blink the tears away and grab a glass of water.

"Who was that punk?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. I take a deep breath before responding, "My ex-boyfriend." I said calmly.

He doesn't say anything. I stand still until I finish my cup of water.

"Ok, sorry about that. Let's start with the tour. I have to get up early tomorrow. " I said with a soft smile. He nodded and proceeded with the living room.

As I gave the tour, he stared very intently at everything. How the laundry machines worked and where stuff was located in the kitchen. And I offered him a glass of water. After I gave a tour of everything but the bedrooms, he jugged the glass of water, and I stared intensely. The way his Adam's apple would bob from the gulp and the water droplets rolling down on his throat onto his hairy chest. He's so handsome and muscular. The way his dark blue jeans hug his thighs and how tight his pants are around the crotch area makes me feel parched. I quickly composed myself before he noticed I was staring too hard. Oh, he noticed

I opened my bedroom to let him take a peek. "Here's my bedroom, so if you need anything, just knock on the door. Next to mine is yours." I opened the bedroom door, and it was simple not girly or masculine, just normal. He shook his head in greatfulness. "Thank you for letting me stay here. It means a lot." I smiled at him as a response.

"I left you some things on your bed that you might need, but if you don't have any questions, then this is it." I smiled once more and walked into my room.

He walked into his, and we both closed our doors. I quickly put on my pijamas, which were a pair of short shorts and a small tank top. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I walked back to my room, I heard a knock on my door. It was him asking if he could borrow a toothbrush. I thought I gave him one, but I must have forgotten. I walked over to the restroom, and he followed. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't pay too much attention. I leaned down to grab a new toothbrush from under the sink, forgetting that my ass was full on display for him to see. I gave him the brush and said good night.

"Goodnight," he said back in a nicer tone.

Next part: Part 2: Of claws and heart

#deadpool and wolverine #wolverine #logan howlett #deadpool #wade wilson #fanfic #marvel #x men #logan howlett x reader

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heavysighing-dreamyeyes · 1 month ago

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BIGGEST FLEX IS THAT I WAS THERE ON EACH EVENT RAHHH CONGRATULATIONS RAEBAE 💞💕💋💕🥰🥰💞🥰💞🥰💕💋💕💋💋💞💋💞💋💞💕💕♥️♥️♥️♥️💞❤️💞❤️💞♥️💕♥️💕❤️NEXT GOAL IS 5 BILLION FOLLOWERS YOU DESERVE IT SM!!!

For the event... I chose the 750 followers one...

• Jason is the king of weird food combinations that somehow always taste godly and he always manage to pull people down the hole with him

• I think one of Jason's love languages is biting. Specially if it's on the cheek, shoulder or thigh. He definitely used to bite people when he was a child

• AK!Jason has a constant habit of checking on his partner to see if they're at least... okay... like they're sleeping and every 5mins he's looking over them to see if they're breathing correctly or if their face contorts the wrong way

• Jason Todd ever the admirer. It rises 10x if its AK!Jason. His eyes always following his partner and suddenly all his attention is pulled away to stare at one person only

Aw, thank you, nonnie!! 🥰💙

Ooo, okay, that's interesting. I agree! Not in a pineapple on pizza way, but he has food combinations you've never even heard of, and somehow, he's always right

Lol, I definitely see him being a biter as a kid, but I'm in the middle about him biting as an adult. He'll definitely give you hickeys, but full-on bites? Maybe. You can convince me he'd leave indents of his teeth on your shoulder and thighs, tho. I just think he'd prefer if you bit him instead 🤭

Oh, 100%. AK!Jason is lucky if he gets 30 minutes of sleep without being interrupted by his own nightmares. It's why he sleeps with his fingers on your pulse. He HAS to know you're safe and alive and next to him to even think about resting for the night

Yes, honestly, he practically attaches himself to your shadow. He's a lover boy, a guardian, and a devotee all wrapped up into one. Jason (any version of him, really) always knows where you are in a room, and how long it would take for him to get to you if you needed him. He can't help but track your moments, the way you smile, and the shine of your eyes. His heart never feels so full, then when your gaze is fixed on his over anyone else's. You're a distraction, but one he adores and revels in

#jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #Raes 1k Follower Event #headcanons

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ducktoo · 2 months ago

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Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

29. History

Note: I kinda like this chapter ngl

Masterlist here

The warm Australian sun beamed down as aespa and Y/n stepped off the plane, arriving for the next stop on their world tour in Sydney. Australia felt different—bigger, louder, and somehow more exciting. The buzz of the upcoming performances filled the air, and the group was ready to take on the Oceania leg of their tour.

As they checked into their hotel, Y/n felt a mix of excitement and nerves. The group had already conquered several countries, and it was a massive milestone for any K-pop act. He had been busy managing the logistics, but part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that something unexpected was around the corner.

After getting settled, Karina, ever the planner, suggested they explore a bit of Sydney before the rehearsals kicked in. Winter, Ningning, and Giselle were all for it, and Y/n, despite his usual responsibility, decided to let loose for once. After all, they were in Sydney, and even the manager deserved a break.

The group ventured out to popular spots: Sydney CBD, Opera House, and Harbour Bridge. It was all going smoothly until Y/n decided to break off from the group for a quick coffee at a local café, needing a moment to decompress after managing so many schedules and arrangements.

He was waiting in line, minding his own business, when he felt a chill run down his spine. That strange, familiar feeling of someone’s eyes on him. He turned slowly, scanning the room, and his heart nearly stopped.

There she was.

His ex.

Sitting at a table by the window, sipping on her iced coffee, looking as radiant and carefree as ever. The same ex that Y/n had parted ways with years ago, long before he even thought about becoming aespa's manager. His heart raced as memories of their time together flooded his mind—both the good and the painful.

For a second, he considered turning around and leaving, pretending he hadn’t seen her, but before he could decide, she looked up, and their eyes locked.

She blinked in surprise, clearly recognizing him, and for a split second, it felt like time had frozen.

“Y/n?” Her voice was hesitant, unsure.

Y/n froze, the sound of his name pulling him back to reality. He opened his mouth to respond, but words failed him for a moment. His mind raced with questions. What was she doing here? Why now? Of all the places and times, why did it have to be when he was finally getting his life together?

“Sora…” he finally replied, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets. “What are you doing here?”

She smiled softly, shrugging. “Just on vacation. It’s been a while.”

Y/n felt a lump in his throat, nodding absently. “Yeah, it has.”

There was an awkward pause as they both stood there, unsure of what to say next. The weight of their shared past hung between them like an invisible barrier, both of them tiptoeing around it.

“You look good,�� she said, breaking the silence. "Finally gained some muscles."

“Thanks. You too.” He gave a tight-lipped smile, but his mind was still reeling. He wanted to say something else, something more meaningful, but what could he say? The past was the past, and there was no going back.

As he stood there, he realized that despite everything, he didn’t feel the same pang of regret or longing he once did. She was a part of his life that had come and gone, and he had moved on—even if seeing her again was a little jarring.

Before the conversation could go any further, his phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him back to the present. It was a message from Karina:

Karina:

Y/n, where are you? We’re at this pizza place and Giselle’s trying to convince us pineapple on pizza is a crime. Help.

He smiled at the message, grateful for the distraction.

“Sorry, I have to go,” Y/n said, waving his phone. “Work.”

She nodded, looking a little relieved herself. “Of course. It was... nice seeing you, Y/n.”

“Yeah, you too, Sora. Take it easy.”

With that, he gave her a small wave and left the café, heading back to the group. His mind was spinning with what had just happened, but he felt lighter somehow, like a chapter had finally closed.

Back at the pizza place, aespa was hanging out with Y/n after a long day of rehearsals in Los Angeles. The girls had been teasing him all day about how serious he looked while they were filming their social media content, and Y/n, as usual, took it in stride. But when he rejoined the group after his encounter with his ex, something was different. Karina noticed first.

"You seem... weird," Karina said, narrowing her eyes at him while munching on a slice of pizza.

"Yeah, you’ve been staring off into space," Giselle added, leaning over the table. "What’s going on in that big forehead of yours?"

"Ok, it's not that big." Y/n, caught off guard, coughed awkwardly. "And to answer that, just…thinking about tomorrow."

"Uh-huh," Winter chimed in, clearly not buying it. She rested her chin on her hand, giving him a scrutinizing look. "You’ve been zoning out ever since you came back from that café."

Ningning tilted her head, eyes glinting mischievously. "Oooh, maybe he ran into someone."

Y/n froze for a split second, and that was all the confirmation Ningning needed. Her eyes widened, and she slapped her hands on the table.

"You totally ran into someone!" she declared, grinning like a cat (well, she is, but you know that already). "Spill it! Who was it?"

The other three immediately perked up, leaning in with eager eyes. Y/n could feel the weight of their curiosity pressing in on him. He scratched the back of his head, trying to downplay it.

"Okay, fine. I... I ran into my ex."

There was a beat of stunned silence. All four girls blinked at him as if he’d just told them he was an alien from another planet.

"Wait," Karina said slowly, her voice dripping with disbelief. "You have an ex?"

"You dated someone?!" Winter practically shouted, her mouth hanging open.

"Like, actual girlfriend and everything?" Giselle added, eyes wide.

"Is this a joke?" Ningning looked between the girls and Y/n, as if trying to figure out if this was some sort of elaborate prank.

"That is so mean." Y/n sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Why is everyone so shocked? I’m a person, you know. People date. I am decent, you know?"

"Yeah, but you never talk about it!" Karina shot back, still looking like she couldn’t process the information. "You’re always so focused on work. I can’t even imagine you being romantic with someone."

Giselle leaned in, grinning. "Oh, now we have to hear this story. Spill the tea, how did you two meet? What was she like? What's her name?"

Y/n groaned, instantly regretting his decision to say anything. "It was a long time ago, before I started working as a manager. Her name was Sora. Nothing crazy. We met in uni after I left SM."

"Did you break up, or did she dump you?" Winter asked bluntly, making Y/n choke on his drink.

"Winter!" Karina scolded, though she couldn’t help but giggle at Y/n’s flustered reaction.

"I mean, it’s a fair question," Ningning said, crossing her arms with a smirk. "C’mon, oppa. What happened?"

Y/n sighed, shaking his head. "We…just grew apart. Different paths, different goals. It was mutual. No drama."

The girls exchanged skeptical glances, clearly unsatisfied with such a tame explanation. Karina leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. "Well, I still can’t believe you have an ex. You seem too... calm to have gone through that."

Giselle nodded vigorously. "Yeah, I thought you were always single. Like, destined to be our forever manager."

"Maybe his ex got tired of him constantly managing us instead of her," Ningning teased, poking at Y/n’s arm.

Y/n chuckled, shaking his head. "Very funny. But no, it was way before I even got into this job."

Winter leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So... what was she like? Was she pretty?"

Y/n paused for a moment, thinking back. "Yeah, she was. But it’s all in the past now. I’m just focused on you guys and the tour."

Ningning gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. "Awww, listen to that! He’s totally moved on. We’re his priority now."

"Don't be Icarus now." Y/n sipped his coffee.

Karina smirked, her teasing grin slowly returning. "But still, we’ve gotta know—how does she compare to us? I bet she wasn’t as weird as we are."

Giselle snorted. "No one’s as weird as you, Rina-unnie."

Y/n laughed, shaking his head. "You’ve got that right. You guys are a whole different level of weirdness. And honestly, I got used to it now."

Winter gave him a playful nudge. "Good answer. Now, finish your pizza and stop daydreaming about your ex."

"I wasn’t—" Y/n started, but the girls burst into laughter, cutting him off.

"Sure, sure," Karina teased. "Just admit it. You were reminiscing."

After the laughter died down and the teasing subsided, Y/n noticed that Winter had grown quieter. Her usual playful expression had dimmed, and she was absently poking at her slice of pizza, clearly deep in thought.

He nudged her gently. "You okay, Jeong?"

She glanced up, her eyes meeting his for a brief second before she shrugged. "Yeah, just... thinking."

Karina, Giselle, and Ningning were still engrossed in their conversation, oblivious to the change in Winter’s mood. Y/n, however, could tell something was off. He leaned in closer so the others wouldn’t hear and whispered, "You sure? You look upset."

Winter sighed, setting down her pizza. "I mean, it’s not a big deal, but..." She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip. "I just didn’t know you had an ex. You never told me."

Y/n blinked, caught off guard by her sudden seriousness. "Wait, that’s what’s bothering you?"

She gave him a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I know it’s silly. It’s just... you and I are pretty close, and I feel like I should’ve known something like that about you."

He leaned back slightly, watching her carefully. "Jeong, I didn’t hide it on purpose. It’s just... the past. And honestly, I didn’t think it was that important anymore. It’s not like I keep it a secret or anything."

"I get that," she said, fiddling with her napkin. "But I still feel like... I dunno, maybe I should’ve known."

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle, earning a confused glance from Winter. "What’s so funny?"

"Oh, nothing," Y/n said, smirking as he crossed his arms. "I just think it’s cute that you’re getting jealous."

Winter’s eyes widened, and she immediately went on the defensive. "Jealous? Me? Of your ex?!" She shook her head, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Please. I’m not jealous. I’m Winter."

"Uh-huh," Y/n teased, raising an eyebrow. "You’ve been quiet ever since I mentioned her. Come on, admit it. You were a little bit jealous."

Winter huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I wasn’t! I just... I don’t know. I thought we talked about everything, and then suddenly you have this whole relationship history that I never knew about."

Y/n leaned closer, his voice softer now. "Look, it’s really not that deep. It happened a long time ago, and you guys are my priority now. You know that, right?"

Winter nodded, still looking slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I know."

Y/n grinned, deciding to push her buttons just a little bit more. "But I’m still taking this as you being jealous. I mean, it’s pretty obvious."

Winter playfully punched him in the arm. "I said I’m not!"

Y/n laughed, rubbing his arm. "Alright, alright. I believe you. But if you ever feel like I’m keeping something from you, just ask. I’m not gonna hide anything from you."

She smiled again, this time a genuine one. "Okay, deal."

"And for the record," Y/n added with a sly grin, "you’re way cooler than my ex ever was."

"…and prettier as well." He whispered the last part.

Winter’s blush deepened, and she glanced away, muttering under her breath, "Whatever, idiot."

But Y/n could see the faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips, and that was enough to let him know things were back to normal.

The concert in Australia had been a smashing success, and the atmosphere was electric as the members of aespa stepped off the stage, adrenaline still coursing through their veins. Y/n was buzzing with pride, watching the girls laugh and chat animatedly as they basked in the afterglow of their performance.

“Did you see the way they loved that last song?” Ningning exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. “I can’t believe we pulled it off!”

“Right? The energy was insane!” Giselle chimed in, her eyes sparkling. “I think this tour is going to be unforgettable.”

Y/n was feeling particularly accomplished, having managed everything smoothly without a hitch. As he walked into the lobby with aespa in tow, he was still chuckling about some of the fans' reactions from earlier.

But the light mood shifted almost instantly when they reached the elevators.

There she was.

Sora, his ex, stood at the reception desk, her back turned but unmistakable. Y/n froze in place for a second, blinking as if trying to process what was happening. He hadn’t expected to see her again after their first accidental encounter earlier. And now... they were staying at the same hotel?

Of all the places.

Winter, walking just beside Y/n, noticed his sudden change in demeanour and immediately followed his gaze. When she spotted Sora, her expression hardened, but she didn’t say anything. The rest of the girls were oblivious, still chatting away about the concert, until Giselle elbowed Karina, gesturing towards Y/n’s sudden silence.

Sora turned around, her eyes catching Y/n’s. For a moment, they both stared at each other in mutual surprise. Then, a smile broke out on her face.

"Y/n!" Sora waved, her voice soft yet somehow carrying through the bustling lobby.

The girls quickly quieted down, all of them now watching the interaction unfold. Y/n gave a small wave back, feeling an awkward knot form in his stomach.

"Hey, Sora," he greeted, his voice a bit tense. "Didn’t expect to see you here... again."

Sora walked over, her smile still in place. "Yeah, well, the world’s small, right? Or maybe fate’s playing some sort of joke on us." She chuckled lightly. "We’re actually staying at the same hotel."

The tension in the air was palpable, especially from Winter’s side. She stood closer to Y/n, almost as if silently staking her claim. Sora noticed, her sharp eyes flicking towards Winter with the smallest hint of amusement.

"Well, this is... awkward," Karina muttered under her breath, to which Giselle nodded in agreement.

"No sht, unnie," Ningning added, though she didn’t seem to mind watching this play out.

Y/n cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah, it is a bit."

Sora chuckled, glancing at the girls, then back to Y/n. "Look, I don’t want to make things weird. I was actually thinking, maybe we could catch up, just you and me? You know, like old friends." Her voice was light, casual, but the request felt heavy.

Y/n hesitated. He glanced at Winter, who was trying to appear unfazed, but it was clear the idea of him catching up with his ex privately wasn’t sitting well with her.

Sora, sensing the tension, leaned in a little closer to Winter, her voice low so only she could hear. "Don’t worry," she said with a wink. "I’m just catching up with him. But... you should take care of him, yeah? I can already see how much you care."

Winter blinked in surprise, momentarily speechless as Sora gave her a knowing smile before stepping back.

"So, Y/n?" Sora pressed, her eyes now focused solely on him. "What do you say? I promise I won’t take up too much of your time."

The girls watched him closely. Karina raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. Ningning seemed amused by the whole situation, while Giselle was probably planning to tease him later.

Winter, on the other hand, was trying hard not to show any more jealousy, but it was obvious to Y/n that she was uncomfortable with this whole thing.

Y/n sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh, sure, Sora. We can catch up for a bit."

Winter’s eyes flickered for just a moment, but she didn’t say anything. Sora, however, caught it and smiled slightly, as if she had won some unspoken battle.

"Great! Let’s just find somewhere quiet."

The two of them walked towards a corner of the lobby, leaving the girls standing there, watching them go.

"Well," Karina said after a long pause, "this is... interesting."

Giselle nodded, smirking. "You think she’s going to make a move?"

Ningning giggled. "Oh, I’d pay to see Minjeong-unnie’s reaction if that happens."

Winter, who had been watching Y/n and Sora with a hard expression, finally snapped out of it. She turned to the group, narrowing her eyes. "I’m not jealous, okay?"

Karina grinned. "Sure, you’re not. Totally."

"Completely not," Ningning teased. "I mean, it’s not like your face was literally showing ‘jealousy’ written all over it."

Winter crossed her arms, pouting slightly. "I’m just... watching out for him."

Giselle laughed. "Winter, it’s okay. We all know you’re definitely not jealous."

Winter didn’t say anything, but the blush creeping up her neck told the others everything they needed to know.

As Y/n and Sora settled into the quiet corner of the hotel lounge, the hum of distant conversations and the clinking of glasses filled the air. A soft, amber light bathed the room, creating an intimate and nostalgic atmosphere. For a few moments, neither of them spoke, the silence between them thick with the weight of their shared past. Y/n shifted in his seat, unsure of how to start this conversation. Despite having moved on, seeing Sora again stirred up old memories.

Sora broke the silence first, her voice quiet and filled with a hint of melancholy. “You’ve changed.”

Y/n glanced up at her, blinking in mild surprise. “Have I?”

She smiled softly, folding her arms across the table. “Yeah. In a good way. I mean, back when we were together, you were always a bit unsure, you know? Always second-guessing yourself, trying to figure things out.” She looked at him thoughtfully, her eyes reflecting a blend of admiration and sadness. “But now... you seem more confident. More at peace with who you are.”

Y/n let out a small laugh, though it was tinged with a hint of nervousness. “I don’t know if I’m that different. I’m still figuring things out, honestly.”

Sora shook her head. “No, Y/n. You’ve grown. I can see it.” She paused, glancing down at her hands before looking back at him, her gaze more intense now. “I’ve thought about us a lot. After we broke up, I wondered if we made the right decision. It was hard. Letting you go... it wasn’t easy.”

Y/n’s chest tightened at her words. He hadn’t expected the conversation to take this turn. “Sora...” he began, unsure of what to say.

She held up a hand, stopping him. “No, it’s okay. I don’t regret it. I think we needed to go our separate ways to become who we are now. But seeing you here, doing what you’re doing... I’m just really proud of you. And I’m happy to see you happy, even if it’s without me.”

Y/n looked down at the table, swallowing hard. His mind was racing with memories of their time together, the good moments and the difficult ones. Sora had been a big part of his life, and hearing her say those things now, after all this time, stirred up feelings he hadn’t expected to confront tonight.

“I guess I’ve never really thanked you,” he said quietly, still staring at his hands. “For everything. You were there for me when I didn’t know what I was doing, when I was still figuring out what I wanted in life. And even though things didn’t work out... I wouldn’t be who I am today without you.”

Sora’s eyes softened, her expression warm. “Y/n...”

He looked up at her, his voice steadier now. “I’m sorry things ended the way they did. But I’m glad we can talk like this now.”

Sora nodded, her eyes shimmering slightly with unshed tears. “Me too.”

For a while, they just sat there, absorbing the moment. It wasn’t a conversation filled with grand gestures or dramatic confessions, but rather the quiet closure they both needed. There were no lingering resentments, no what-ifs. Just two people who had once loved each other, finally at peace with how things had turned out.

After a few more minutes of small talk, Sora stood up, brushing off her clothes. “I should let you get back to your girls,” she said with a gentle smile. “You’ve got a busy life ahead.”

Y/n chuckled lightly, standing up as well. “Yeah, they’re probably wondering what’s taking so long.”

Before she left, though, Sora paused, glancing back at him with a knowing smile. “You know, she’s really lucky.”

Y/n frowned, confused. “Who?”

Sora motioned with her head toward the direction where the aespa members were sitting. “Winter. I can see how much she cares about you. It’s kind of obvious, honestly.” She chuckled softly, watching Y/n’s eyes widen in surprise. “I’m not saying this as your ex, but as someone who wants to see you happy. Don’t let that slip away, okay?”

Y/n blinked, taken aback by her words. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Sora turned and started walking away. “Take care of yourself, Y/n,” she called over her shoulder. “And take care of her.”

Y/n watched her go, his mind still reeling from what she had just said. He had always sensed that Winter had a special place in his life, but hearing Sora point it out so bluntly stirred something deeper within him.

As he returned to where the girls were sitting, he noticed Winter looking at him with a curious expression, her arms crossed as if she was trying to hide her concern.

“How’d it go?” Karina asked immediately, leaning in with interest.

Y/n waved his hand dismissively, trying to downplay it. “It was just... catching up.”

But Winter’s eyes never left his face, as if searching for something deeper in his expression. Before he could say anything else, Sora suddenly reappeared, heading straight toward Winter.

Y/n’s eyes widened in confusion. “Sora?”

Winter looked up, startled, as Sora approached her with a smile. “Hey,” she said softly, her voice more gentle than before. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Winter blinked, looking from Y/n to Sora with a mix of surprise and suspicion. “Uh... sure?”

Sora gestured for her to follow, and Winter hesitantly stood up, walking a few steps away with her. Y/n watched in silence, his heart pounding a little harder than usual. What was Sora doing?

The other members glanced at each other, wondering about the unexpected plot twist in this little drama.

As Winter followed Sora a few steps away from the others, the bustling background noise of the hotel lounge faded slightly, leaving a more intimate, quieter space between them. Winter crossed her arms, trying to hide her nervousness, while Sora offered a gentle smile.

“Look….I’m not here to make things weird,” Sora began, her tone soft but direct. “But... I can tell there’s something going on between you and Y/n. You two are childhood friends, after all.”

Winter blinked, caught off guard. “Uh... what?” she stammered, clearly not expecting Sora to be so upfront. “You knew that?”

Sora chuckled lightly, nodding her head. “He did talk about you a lot when we dated, mentioning about a certain hot-blooded friend of his. I knew there was something about you two when he mentioned you. Don’t worry, you’re not the reason we split.”

Winter’s gaze faltered for a second, her mind racing. She hadn’t expected to be having this conversation with Y/n’s ex of all people. “It’s not... I mean... it’s complicated,” she finally said, biting her lip.

Sora’s smile softened. “It always is. Especially with Y/n. He’s the type to put everyone else first, never realizing how much people actually care about him.” She paused, watching Winter closely. “But you know that already, don’t you?”

Winter’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she nodded. “Yeah... he’s always looking out for us. For me.”

“And you’re always looking out for him,” Sora added, her eyes warm with understanding. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you.”

Winter blinked in surprise. “Me? Why?”

Sora exhaled slowly, as if carefully choosing her next words. “Because I want you to take care of him. Y/n... he’s special. He doesn’t always realize how much he means to the people around him. When we were together, I didn’t always see that either, not in the way I should have.” She looked down briefly, her expression growing more introspective. “But now... I see the way you look at him. And honestly? I think you’re better for him than I ever was.”

Winter’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and uncertainty flashing across her face. “What? No, I... I don’t know about that,” she said quickly, her usual confidence slipping.

Sora gave her a knowing smile. “You don’t have to downplay it, Wint- ah no, Minjeong-ssi." She shook her head. "I’m not saying this to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. I’m saying it because I can see how much you care. And I just want you to know... it’s okay to feel that way. Y/n’s lucky to have you by his side.”

Winter’s heart raced, the words hanging in the air between them. She had never thought of herself as someone who would compete for Y/n’s attention, but hearing it from Sora, Y/n’s ex, felt surreal. “I just... I don’t know if he even notices,” Winter admitted quietly, her voice a little more vulnerable than she intended.

Sora’s smile widened a bit, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. “Oh, trust me. He notices. He’s just Y/n—he’s awkward and dumb at times."

"I can agree with you on that." Minjeong gave her a high five.

Sora chuckled. “But if you ever need a reminder, just watch how he reacts when you’re not around. That’s when you’ll really see it.”

Winter felt her heart skip a beat at Sora’s words. She wasn’t sure how to respond, so she simply nodded, her mind spinning with the unexpected conversation.

Sora placed a hand gently on Winter’s shoulder, squeezing it in a reassuring way. “I’m happy for you two, you know? Even if he doesn’t realize it yet.”

Winter couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, the tension in her shoulders easing just a bit. “Thanks... I guess I wasn’t expecting this kind of talk from you.”

Sora shrugged playfully. “Hey, we exes aren’t all bad, you know? Sometimes we just want the best for the people we used to care about.”

Winter’s smile grew a little brighter. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Sora took a step back, her expression lighter now. “Anyway, I should get going. Just... take care of him, alright?”

“I will,” Winter promised, her voice more confident this time.

"Ah also, one little tip." Sora whispered, making Winter curious. "He's a definite bottom."

Winter was flabbergasted. "..huh?"

"Have fun with that info! Lovely to meet you, Minjeong-ssi!"

With that, Sora gave a final wave before walking back toward the exit, leaving Winter standing there, her thoughts swirling. After a moment, she turned to head back to the group, her heart still pounding from the unexpected conversation.

When she reached Y/n, he looked at her with raised eyebrows, clearly curious. “What was that about?”

Winter glanced at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Just girl talk,” she said, repeating her earlier words.

Y/n narrowed his eyes playfully. “Girl talk, huh? You two seemed pretty intense over there.”

Winter shrugged, her smile growing a little mischievous while remembering the last few words from Sora. “You’ll never know.”

Y/n opened his mouth to protest, but Karina interrupted with a teasing grin. “Ooh, look who’s got all the secrets now.”

Giselle chuckled, nudging Ningning, who was watching the whole thing with amusement. “Bet Jeongie’s jealous.”

Winter shot them a glare, but the warmth in her eyes betrayed her playful frustration. The girls laughed, and even Y/n couldn’t help but smile, though a flicker of curiosity still danced in his gaze.

As the group settled back into their usual banter, Winter glanced at Y/n once more, feeling a little lighter, a little more certain. Maybe Sora was right. Maybe it was time for her to stop worrying about what Y/n did or didn’t notice. After all, if he hadn’t noticed by now, he would soon enough.

#aespa #aespa x reader #kpop #aespa giselle #aespa karina #aespa ningning #aespa winter #karina #ningning #giselle #aespa x you #aespa x male reader #ning yizhuo #yoo jimin #kim minjeong #aeri uchinaga #winter x reader #minjeong x reader #x reader

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stnaf-vn · 8 months ago

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"I prefer pizza and pineapple seperate."

traitor...

pineapple on pizza is delicious

"Sweetheart you deserve a GOOD pizza. I like orange coffee but this is too much." ~ Friend

#💾- see thru need a friend game #✨-friend #🔪-stnaf scenarios #/teasing

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crackedpumpkin · 2 years ago

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Heyyyy! Do you still do tmnt 2012 fics? If so can you write a Donnie x fem reader one shot? it could go like this: reader has been friends with the turtles for a while and developed feeling for Donnie and has been struggling to confess cuz he still has a thing for April

-🪁 anón

a/n: Hello lovely kite anon!! I absolutely adore this request and did my best for 2012 Donnie, so I really hope you enjoy this! He always deserved better imo, writers did April so dirty

|| ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ || 2012! ᴅᴏɴɴɪᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

“So, the usual?”

Donnie looks up from his tinkering, nodding at you gratefully with a tired smile. His eyes are surrounded by dark circles, having stayed up the past few days to finish working on the Shellraiser.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna try something new? Be adventurous?” You ask, already calling the pizza place you usually order from.

“What would you suggest?”

“Hawaiian pizza.”

“Surely you jest,” Donnie frowns at the suggestion, your joking tone making him relax slightly. Surely you wouldn’t. You give him a nonchalant shrug, starting to speak to the staff that picks up the phone.

“One large Hawaiian Pizza, please, with extra pineapples.”

The wrench clatters to the floor. He sits upright, eyes wide, when he registers your words. “That’s it; you’re no longer welcome at the lair.”

You chuckle with a roll of your eyes as he resumes his tinkering. “And another large pepperoni pizza as well.” You add before giving them the address of the alleyway and hanging up.

You see him breathe a sigh of relief, walking over and peering over his shoulder at the gadget he’s tinkering with. “So, what’s the progress on the Shellraiser?” You ask, intrigued by the device on his desk.

He’s about to answer, but his phone buzzing distracts him. He checks the screen, and a photo of April shows up. “One sec,” He holds up a finger to you, immediately picking up her call.

You purse your lips, slightly displeased by how he brushed you off so quickly. You try to shrug off the uncomfortable sensation that settles on your shoulders, sitting down on his seat and spinning around while scrolling through social media.

You hoped it wasn’t about April coming over again. You had been looking forward to your movie night for weeks. Especially after you had finally mustered up the courage to ask him, only for him to take it as a friendly hangout instead of a date. You hesitated in correcting him, as he was still blinded by love for April.

You held nothing against the girl; you had seen how she looked at Casey Jones. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Donnie; you couldn’t handle the guilt of the heartbreak he’d go through.

It’s almost pitiful how you always push aside your feelings to make him happy. April needs help with an essay? Sure, you wouldn’t mind him ditching you for that instead. April wants to rant about friends at school? Of course, you didn’t mind him leaving the middle of a gaming session to rush over to her place.

But the ache in your heart worsens with every prick of envy whenever he prioritizes her instead of you.

This is what having a one-sided love is like, you suppose. However, you’re quickly reaching your limit to how much heartache you were willing to take. But after weeks of him putting off the movie night in favour of hanging out with April, surely he wouldn’t do it again, right? Not after you had explicitly said you had looked forward to it.

“You won’t believe this! April’s coming over because she needs help with her chemistry homework! I’m sorry, Y/n, can we postpone movie night? You don’t mind, do you?” Donnie asks, already knowing that you’d understand.

A flicker of irritation pricks your heart, and you cross your arms. “Again? You already kept putting off movie nights because of her. I’ve been waiting for weeks, even rented the DVD for the fifth time, Donnie.” You can feel the annoyance in your tone, unable to hide it any longer. You cross your arms, almost glaring at him.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’ll reimburse you the amount. How about we hang out tomorrow instead?” Donnie offers, still absentmindedly tinkering away.

“But for now, since she’s coming over, could you give us some privacy?” He asks with a sheepish grin, his eyes full of dumbstruck love when he glances at the picture of her on his phone.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’d absolutely love that.” You mutter snarkily, all the warmth gone from your voice.

"What?" The skin above Donnie's autumn brown eyes furrows, surprised by your sudden remark.

You stare at the floor, words strangled in your throat as you debate whether or not to say what's on your mind.

“I’m tired of seeing you always rush to her with a simple call of your name, a single flick of her finger. When it comes to her, nothing else matters to you. Not even me.”

“That’s not true, Y/n.” Donnie tries to defend himself, wondering what it was he said that triggered this sudden outburst from you.

“Yes, it is, and you don’t see that there’s better out there for you. You don’t notice at all.”

“What’re you talking about?” Now he’s even more confused, worry filling his chest as he processes the pain in your eyes. Maybe you had watched another sad show again, which was why you reacted this way.

He didn’t think you’d mind since you always brushed it off like it was nothing, so why was this time any different?

"You don't know what it feels like, Y/n, to be stuck in a one-sided relationship." Donnie chuckles, not really minding your earlier response.

You frown, standing up and walking over to stand opposite where he sits at his desk. Anger pricks your eyes as you start to feel them water.

"I know how it feels, Donnie. Because I like you."

You’re horrified as soon as you blurt out the words, hands gripping his desk so tightly the skin on your knuckles turns white.

He glances up at you with pure shock; your confession is the last thing he expected. His jaw goes slack, lips parted in an 'o'.

"I hate how you'd do anything for her, choose her over anyone any day —choose her over me. It frustrates me because I know you deserve better." You brush your fingers through your hair, sighing exasperatedly as you ramble. May as well say everything since you had already confessed anyway.

"Just... forget it." You finally calm yourself down, pink dusting your cheeks when you realize what you've just done. You leave the lab, heading back home to scream into your pillow.

Donnie watches you leave, still in shock, as he processes the sudden confession that had come out of the blue.

April walks in moments after, his eyes still trained on the door you left through.

"Donnie? Are you good?" April waves her hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his dazed state.

"Y-yeah," He replies flusteredly, using his arm to push aside the tools scattered on his desk to make space for the girl he's had a crush on since day one.

"So, I'm confused about this part of molecular biology." He can barely register April's words, his thoughts drifting back to the pure pain that clouded your face earlier.

Have you always felt that way?

Why hadn't he noticed?

"-onnie? Donnie!"

He's returned to reality again when April calls his name, looking down at her with an apologetic smile.

"Seriously, what's going on?" April asks worriedly.

He hesitates. "Y/n confessed to me…" He admits quietly, fidgeting with his fingers and tapping them against each other.

A slow grin spreads across April's lips. "She did?? About time!!"

"W-wait, you knew?" Donnie asks, shocked by this sudden revelation. April nods eagerly, eyes shining with joy as she leans in.

"So? What'd you say?"

"I didn't say anything." Donnie rubs the back of his neck, guilt consuming him from how he reacted earlier.

April leans back in her seat, crossing her arms with a disapproving glance. "You should call her. This homework isn't due until the end of the week anyway." She shuts her laptop, Donnie watching her leave after she gives him an encouraging thumbs up.

"You guys would make a cute couple." She remarks casually, making her exit.

Donnie's left in his lab, alone. He picks up his phone, scrolling through his contacts until your name appears. He gulps, suddenly nervous.

You were clearly angry from how you stormed out of his lab. But he presses down on your name on the screen, a picture of you appearing on the screen as he calls you.

His stomach feels funny, nauseous even. He gnaws on his bottom lip, eyes darting around his lab as anticipation grows with each ring.

You pick up the call on the way back home from the lair.

"Hello?" You ask hesitantly. Maybe this call was him rejecting you. Your heart clenches in pain at the thought, taking a nervous breath.

On the other end of the phone, Donnie's lips part. He can't think of any words to say, his mind going blank when he hears your voice.

However, one thought lingers in his mind — the question on the tip of his tongue. He swallows the sudden lump in his throat, licks his dry lips, and starts to speak.

"How long?"

#2012 Donnie #tmnt 2012 #donnie x reader #Donnie x reader #Donnie x you #tmnt donnie x reader #2012 donnie x reader #tmnt #asks #requests #tmnt requests

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papaziggy-devblog · 9 months ago

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You shouldn’t kill off Gavin first, because no one deserves to die a virgin, but I have a feeling that’s exactly what you plan to do😭

I’m betting with the addition of Malik it’ll be one of the he he/hims to go😭😭

With that said will you give us ten facts about him?

Not even I know what I plan to do uvu

But sure!

● His family originally came from Jamaica

● He goes to anime conventions regularly

● He's friends with Gavin, they go to college together

● He wants to be an astrophysicist

● Man LOVES science... Biology, Chemistry, Astronomy, Oceanography, Geology... all of it

● He has pot stashed away in his cabin, ask nice and he'll share :)

● Favorite pizza is Jerk Chicken with Pineapple

● He smells like Vanilla and bourbon

● He's a fucking baby when it comes to getting sick... common cold has him acting like he's on his deathbed

● His favorite drink is strawberry milk

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cielie-voss · 10 months ago

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I usually ignor ficus when I see rockstar!eddie but I’ve thought of something. What about reader x rockstar!eddie where you have worked with other bands before in some way so you know those members would never be reliable relationships so you avoided at all costs. But when Eddie meets you and falls hard. He tries so hard to make sure you see that he has never been and would never fall into that stereotype of a rockstar in those times of the 80s. He was truly only passionate about the music . Not even caring if he ever got famous. That’s not his intention like how most bands back then, their members goals were just to get their ducks wet by as many desperate groupies as possible.

So with you he really tries to win you over so hard, and finally you let your walls crumble for him and he really does prove to you exactly how truth he was from the moment he met you.

No sex and drugs - just rock'n'roll

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x guitarist!Reader

A/N: thank you so much for this request! Took me a while to figure out how I wanted it to be, started over 4 times and accidentally deleted my favorite attempt but here we are! 😄 Hope you like it! 🫶

Warnings: rockstar au, a little bit fluff, some kind of enemies to lovers, some curse words, alcohol consumption, drunk reader, mentions of reader being used by men, smoking, pizza with pineapple (I think this deserves to be mentioned here), not proofread.

Bonus points to everyone who notice my little easter eggs. 😅

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Taglist: @violettsoul

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The road called your name again.

Well, it wasn't exactly your name but rather the name of your and your cousins band - The Sleepless. You’ve been lying in your bed, awake, for at least two hours and watched the dust dancing like little fairies in the golden sunbeams, that successfully fought their way through the gap of your thick curtains.

Ironic, isn't it?

It was still early in the morning, the bustling life of the city was still deep in slumber, with only the occasional roar of an engine cutting through the silence. Unable to find the sweet bliss of some desperately needed sleep, you were alternately watching the fairies dancing in the gentle rays of the rising morning sun and the miserably slow ticking of your clock, which was enthroned above the door and of which you were not quite sure whether the time it showed was correct.

The shrill beeping of your alarm clock saved you from this never ending misery. You sat up and let your legs dangling off the edge of your bed for a moment as you stretched your back. Yawning, you slowly slid off the edge and dragged your feet over to the little corner you called kitchen.

The screeching of the floorboards echoed like a disgruntled sigh from the naked walls and the worn out carpet you had bought at a flea market ages ago offered little protection against the cold that radiated from the wooden floor and crept through your feet into your legs. You couldn't say exactly how long the heating had been broken, or whether it had ever worked at all. But the constant cold wasn't really bothersome for you, as rarely as you were in this apartment. And yet the thought of returning to your home after another stressful tour and not to another hotel room seemed much more appealing. Although a hotel room would be much more financially affordable than this apartment, which was furnished with mismatched furniture from flea markets, dried flowers on the windowsill and a tap that was like a round of Russian roulette - you never knew exactly when it would next decide to jump off the edge of the sink and give whoever dared to touch it an unwanted shower.

The smell of coffee slowly filled your little apartment. You watched the dark, steaming liquid as it dripped, drop by drop, into the oversized and absurdly ridiculous looking cup, the handle of which was too small, to stick a single finger through and was painted so hideously that it could almost be described as an abstract work of art. It would certainly have been pretty, with its unevenly sized flowers and smiley-faced butterflies that were almost creepy, if one had made even the slightest effort. But what blame could you possibly give your elementary school self for this trash? Drawing, let alone any other kind of craft, was never one of your strengths. The only thing your clumsy fingers could do was play the guitar.

After you gulped down your minimalistic breakfast, you rushed into your bathroom. The hot water ran down your body, washing the night from your skin as you hummed a new tune that had found its way into your mind and was gnawing there like a terrier.

“I have to write this down straight away,” you promised yourself, but as soon as you stepped out of the shower, now standing in the fog of your hellishly hot shower session, the melody escaped as quickly as it came.

Scowling, you got ready, plaited your wet y/h/c hair into a simple braid so it wouldn't stick across your face, slipped into your favorite jeans, a faded T-shirt and comfortable shoes that would carry you from gig to gig over the next few weeks. You threw a jacket over your shoulders, grabbed the suitcase, shouldered the guitar and let the door close behind you with a loud click. The keychain, which consisted of more pendants than keys, jingled loudly as you locked the door.

The hum of the city, now gradually awakening, echoed through the streets of Los Angeles; a soundtrack that accompanied your departure into a new adventure, a new tour. You would be away for some time again. But to be honest, your apartment never quite felt like home and probably never will. But what does home even mean? Oh boy, let’s not open this box.

Spending the time with your cousins, the three goofy guys you grew up with and were more like brothers for you, always felt more ‘home’ than being in your actual home.

When you reached the parking lot you were loudly greeted by your cousins, as if you hadn’t seen them in ages. But you haven’t seen them for only three days.

What drama queens …

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile creeping upon your lips as all three of them tried to hug you at the same time.

“Whoa! Take care of that guitar!”, you admonished them laughing.

"Excellent!" Rick, the tour manager, clapped his hands as you joined the already waiting group. “Now that everyone’s here, we can finally get on the road. Are you guys excited?”

Oh god, that was too much enthusiasm for an early morning. And by the groaning of everyone else, you knew you weren’t alone with that opinion.

Your luggage was taken by the driver and stored into the bus that would be your home on wheels for the next few weeks. But as he was about to take your guitar, you pressed it against your chest, making clear it wasn’t going anywhere.

“Soooo,” someone snuck up behind you, “and you are the next Stevie Nicks they say, huh?”

You turned around and looked at a guy from the other band, Corroded Coffin. His face was framed by wild, dark curls and his brown eyes sparkled for a moment with something like delightful anticipation. A mischievous smile danced on his lips as he cocked his head and examined you closely from head to toe.

"Well, I wouldn't dare say that," His eyes snapped back up to your face when your soft voice sounded, "But I think I can fairly say that at least I won't be the next Cyndi Lauper." Was that a joke you had just made? You weren't necessarily the kind of person who cracked a lot of jokes, as a lot of people didn't understand your type of humor. But the guy in denim jeans and studded belt seemed to unexpectedly appreciate your humor.

"God forbid! The world wouldn’t be able to tolerate another horribly squeaky voice like that. Not to mention those ridiculous lyrics. I mean - " He cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes as if quoting the lyrics would cause him physical pain, " - The hour is late, don't you want me baby? Through your garden gate. Really? I even write better lyrics when I'm drunk." A hoarse giggle escaped his throat and you couldn't suppress a shy giggle either.

“Hi, I’m Eddie,” he introduced himself without further ado, relieved that you also seemed to find his joke funny, and offered you his hand.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you Eddie.” You shook his hand and couldn't help but notice the fancy rings that adorned his fingers. But before you had the chance to take a closer look at them, Chad, your cousin and drummer of your band, hurried you inside the bus.

A brief fight about who would take which bunk broke out among your cousins. But instead of joining their childish behavior, you simply threw your guitar on the bunk you found most appealing.

“Hey!” Doug, the lead singer and oldest member of the band declared upset. “That’s not fair! Who said you could just claim that bunk!”

“Isn’t it ‘Ladies first’?”, you asked, smirking as you let yourself down on the rigid mattress.

“Oh come on, you’re not a lady,” he laughed but you just shrugged, not even thinking about giving up your bunk. You heard a muttered ‘Princess’ from them as you began to make yourself comfortable, but you couldn’t care less. Being the only female sometimes had its perks.

Since it was still early in the morning, you decided to take a nap, but the smell of coffee woke you up after an hour, followed by Cliff’s “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Oh, please Cliff, don’t give her a reason to think she’s an actual beauty.”

“Shut up, Doug,” you sighed but took the cup Cliff handed to you. You took a sip of the steaming hot coffee and wrapped your hands around the cup.

“So when’s the next stop?”, you wanted to know after you took a look at your watch.

After Chad studied the leaflet with the exact time schedule of the tour, he answered: “We should be at the location tomorrow morning at 8 am.” He turned the piece of paper, trying to find any other information. “God, I hope we’ll take a break soon. I won’t survive without a cigarette until tomorrow morning.”

To everyone's relief, later that day the buses pulled over to a rather abandoned parking lot for a quick break. Being crammed up in a bus for hours with you slightly hyperactive and childish older cousins could be seen as some sort of torture. From burping contests to silly bickering, you weren’t spared of the usual bullshit today. So when the bus stopped and the door opened, you literally fled outside. The fresh air filled your lungs and you thanked god for the break. You loved your cousins, really, but they could be a nuisance.

“Finally managed to escape the madness, huh?” You could hear the smile in the voice of the guy who sneaked up on you. You weren’t expecting someone to come up to you for a chat, so the sudden sound of this guys voice startled you.

“Jesus christ!”, you screeched out in surprise and turned around to see Eddie's amused face.

“You can call me Eddie,” he winked at you. “Little jumpy, huh? Adorable.”

“Are you done with this?” You weren’t on the road for a day and yet the Rockstar was trying to flirt with you. Must be a new record.

“What? I - uh,” Eddie stuttered surprised, his eyebrows curled up in a frown.

“Oh, so you already met.” To your surprise, it was Cliff who saved you from another flirting attempt from Eddie. You were about to answer ‘Unfortunately’ but figured this would probably ruin this whole trip beforehand. So you decided to just nod and shut your mouth.

You hated rock stars. Ironic, huh? Since you were the guitarist and singer of a band, soon to be a rockstar too. Most of the guys didn’t care a lot about the music as soon as they got famous. The moment they were cheered by fangirls, all they cared about was to get as many girls as possible into bed. They never missed the opportunity for a small, insignificant quickie, took advantage of their status to get women into bed, only to then push them out of bed after a short bit of fun in order to seek confirmation from the next slut. Playing with women to boost their egos was more important to them than their music, the one thing they got famous for. At some point, you thought they just used music to get famous so they could bang sluts; it wasn’t about music from the beginning. And now, here was Eddie, seemingly just like the rest of them, with his charm and his smile, trying to play the same game. But you weren't going to fall for it. Bitches always know, and you weren't about to become another notch on his bedpost. You were pretty sure he was just another one of those bastards, flirting with you for his own amusement and validation, to eventually get you into bed like so many others before.

In the last few years that you had been working in the music industry, you had experienced many pick-up attempts from a number of musicians. Both when you initially accompanied the bands as an assistant to the tour manager and during your recent time as an opening act with your band; you were not spared the pick-up lines.

In the beginning, when everything was still so new and exciting, you went for it, felt flattered and unfortunately fell for the charm of some of the musicians. It would probably be an exaggeration to say you fell head over heels in love, but at least a handful of the musicians swept you off your feet. But every time you had to painfully learn anew that musicians, especially rock stars like Eddie, were all bastards. Sex, drugs and rock'n'roll - that was the motto they lived by.

Obviously, your aversion to rock stars was merely a reaction to the many times you had been hurt, exploited and betrayed. Painfully, you had to learn time and time again that it was probably a pathological habit of these guys to use women to confirm their tiny egos and were incapable of anything like a lasting relationship. And this Eddie was no exception.

“Y/N, this is Jeff, he plays the bass,” Cliff pointed at the guy next to him, a tall guy with dark skin and a smile as sweet as honey, “Jeff, this is Y/N, she’s our guitarist and second singer.”

Jeff shook your hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you told him, ignoring Eddie next to you, who was not so patiently waiting to chime in. Jeff noticed his friend's urge to say something, but with a smile he continued to talk to you.

“Now you just have to meet Gareth, he’s our drummer, and Grant, one of our guitarists. And Eddie,” he points at the fidgety guy next to you, “is our singer and lead guitarist.”

Before Eddie could say anything, Rick called out to get back into the buses.

“Alright, see you later.”, Cliff said and, with you in tow, hurried back to your bus and waved Jeff and Eddie goodbye.

The next day you played your first show of the tour, the prelude of this adventure. And it was a great success. The crowd was hyped, thrilled to see your band perform before Corroded Coffin entered the stage. By far, this show was the best one you’ve had. Adrenaline flooded your body as you hopped off the stage after the last song. You were soaring higher and higher on the feeling, an addicting mixture of dopamine and endorphins.

“What was that?” Doug, excitedly jumping up and down, looked at you with wide eyes.

You mirrored his smile and tried to find the right words to sum up what just happened.

“That was absolutely insane!”, yelled Cliff out. He laid his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to place a kiss at the crown of your head. “You were incredible! And that solo?” Cliff let go of you. He raised his hands to his head, fingers splayed out, and mimicked the motion of his mind exploding. His palms hovered inches away from his temples as he widened his eyes in astonishment, as if trying to contain the explosion of thoughts within his skull. You started to giggle, touched by your cousin's excitement about your freestyled solo.

“I really hope you remember what you did up there. Brillant!” Thankfully you took the beer Chad handed you. “I swear to god, when this tour won’t be our breakthrough, I’ll be damned.”

For the rest of the show you stayed backstage with Chad, while Doug and Cliff roamed around the venue, drinking beer, celebrating, and probably trying to flirt with some girls. You sipped at your cool beer and wiped away the sweat on your skin with a towel Chad threw at you. The high slowly subsided. But you had to agree with Chad; you could literally sense how this tour might be your last step before your big breakthrough. Satisfied you laid back in the small armchair backstage and spent the time talking with Chad as long as Corroded Coffin were on the stage.

After Eddie and his band had to play bonus track after bonus track, they finally left the stage. The time schedule was very tight knit, which left you no time to stay and relax. As soon as the crowd left the venue, you quickly gathered your stuff and stowed away everything in the buses. A quick ‘Great show’ was all the bands interacted with each other before they disappeared into their home on wheels, carrying them to the next location.

The next shows were no different to the first one; success after success. Your fan base grew, you were asked for autographs, fans bought your merchandise and wanted to take a photo with ‘The Sleepless’. Everything felt like a dream.

“I think Eddie really has his eyes on you,” Chad whispered to you with a mischievous grin when, during the sound check, he spotted Eddie walking up and down next to the stage, hidden behind the sound boxes, trying to catch a glimpse of you. Annoyed, you rolled your eyes and changed your position without comment, under the pretense of tuning the guitar undisturbed.

One evening, after another successful show, you had the chance to stay at the venue, no time schedule stressing you to leave the town right away. You were sitting at the bar and drinking some beer. Before you went back to the hotel, you wanted to take the time to chat with Corroded Coffin.

Eddie rocked back and forth indecisively, the label on the beer bottle in his hand hanging in shreds after he rubbed it nervously throughout the last twenty minutes. He was fascinated by you, your demeanor, your humor, your talent, not to mention your beauty. But he was also confused by your cold, dismissive manner towards him. So he gathered his courage, clutched his beer bottle. As you were casually chatting with Gareth, Eddie approached you from behind, trying to appear as cool and collected as possible.

“So, um… Do you like raccoons?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he could have slapped himself for it. What was that supposed to be? Cringing about his failed attempt at gaining your attention, Eddie frowned.

You paused for a moment, trying to figure out if your mind was just playing some tricks on you. Luckily you couldn’t see Gareth’s amused grin, deriding his friend's horrible attempt to flirt with you.

"What?" Eyebrows raised, you turned her head in Eddie’s direction, thinking that you probably misheard what he said over the loud music. Because nobody would ever think of starting a conversation with “Do you like raccoons” right?

“Oh, uh … nevermind.” Embarrassed by his defeat, Eddie turned around, leaving you and Gareth alone again.

“Dude, what was that?” Jeff hissed as Eddie sat back down next to him at the bar.

“I have absolutely no idea,” Eddie whined, burying his face in his hands.

The evening wore on and the more Eddie drank, the more confident he became until he plucked up the courage to talk to you again. His gaze lingered on you a little too long as he waited until you were alone again and he could shoot his shot. After Gareth left you, Eddie took a deep breath and took his chance.

“Your performance was really good. You are so talented,” he let you know, as casually as discussing the weather. There was a lot of nervousness bubbling under his cool facade, but he was able to hide it surprisingly well.

“Thanks.” Your answer was short and might have come out ruder than you intended. Without even looking at him, you sipped your drink. Eddie felt himself continuing to run into the walls you had built around you. So he tried again.

“You have a really nice guitar. You rarely see such gems on a stage.”

Sighing, you put the glass down and turned to him. For a brief moment, a spark of hope flickered within him as your eyes met his. You were just about to give him a rather sarcastic answer when he spoke up again.

“I would really be happy if I could get to know you a bit. I mean, we've been traveling together for a while now, so I'd like to know who I'm dealing with." For better or worse, you had to agree with him. After a moment's consideration, you nodded in agreement.

So Eddie cautiously tried to get to know you. At the beginning you were rather shy and your answers were short. After a few minutes, however, you thawed out a bit and Eddie allowed himself to make a joke or two that surprisingly made you smile.

“What do you do in your free time, when you’re not out and about making music?” Interested, he leaned forward, rested his elbows on the counter and literally sank into the depths of your eyes.

You thought for a brief moment before answering him. “I'm trying to recover from the tours and unpleasant flirtations of horny rock stars.” With a wink, you leaned back, eager to hear his answer.

“Oh come on, touring with a rock band can’t be that bad,” he replied incredulously. You raised an eyebrow almost defiantly.

“You think so?” You snorted disdainfully. “Oh, you have no idea what it's like to tour in the wake of a rock star. Besides the crappy hotels, poor pay and miserably long bus tours, someone like me has to put up with the constant bragging about who's the band's biggest player." With a teasing grin, you tilted your head and slowly ran your finger along the rim of the glass.

“Between all the…how do I best put this?” You narrowed your eyes and seemed to think. “Between all the meet-and-greets, there’s hardly any room to rest. If you know what I mean. Sex, drugs and rock’n’roll.” You raised the glass to your lips again and as you sipped at the drink, you looked Eddie almost challengingly in the eyes.

Eddie held your gaze, felt challenged and saw his chance to win you over. Just don't make any mistakes now.

“You know, maybe you just need the right rock star to change your mind,” he countered playfully, lowering his voice. “I would rather spend my time on the couch with a good book than with groupies at a wild party.”

“Oh really?” you replied incredulously, voice dripping with sarcasm. You liked playing the game, maybe even making him think he had a chance with you. A game of cat and mouse, except that it wasn't entirely clear who was the cat and who was the mouse.

"Oh yeah!" He confirmed his statement exuberantly and nodded eagerly. “It’s a lot more rock‘n’relax, you know?”

You snorted, barely hiding a giggle. “Rock’n’Relax, yeah?” You looked at him skeptically with a lopsided smile. “No scandals? No wild parties? No paparazzi madness? That almost sounds too good to be true. You’re like the last unicorn in a herd of wild donkeys.” You leaned forward a little and let a strand of your y/h/c hair slide between your fingers.

Eddie felt like he had found a small crack in your wall. With a triumphant smile on his lips, he took another sip of beer.

“You know,” he put the bottle back on the counter, “to be honest, I don’t really care. Just because I'm famous doesn't change my passion for music. For me it was never about anything other than my music and not about fame.” Confident of victory, he enjoyed the moment in which you looked at him admiringly, not knowing that you were just playing with him, the way everyone had always played with you before. Encouraged by your feigned affection, he took the next step.

“You know, maybe we should continue this conversation somewhere else. In a nice restaurant perhaps? Just you and me. What do you think of that, hmm?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Not gonna happen, Munson.” There was something mocking in your voice as you stood up and patted him on the shoulder before leaving the club. He watched you leave, speechless and confused. What just happened? Was he caught up in a bad dream? No, one look at his friends, who were looking at him just as stunned, he knew that he couldn't have dreamed that.

The first stop of your next ten hour journey was early in the morning. You were given a good 15 minutes to stretch your feet, smoke or just get some fresh air.

Half-awake, you strolled across the rest area with a steaming cup of coffee and joined Chad and Cliff, who were smoking by one of the trash cans.

With a grin, Chad noticed Eddie trying to get close to you unnoticed. “Look, your shadow is already awake too,” he teased whispering, nodding in Eddie’s direction.

“God, this guy just won’t leave me alone,” you moaned and squeezed your tired eyes shut in annoyance, which was a dangerous endeavor, since you feared you might not be able to open your eyes again.

"How come? He’s quite nice, isn’t he?” Cliff objected.

“He’s a rock star. And they’re all the same,” you replied wearily. "Superficial. Arrogant. Narcissistic. And oh, very important; They fuck everything that’s female and has two legs just to reinforce their puny ego that they’re the hottest.”

“Woah! Hold on, hold on," Chad interjected laughing. “Seems like someone's gotten out of the wrong side of bed this morning.”

“Oh come on, it’s true,” you whispered and looked at your cousin, pressing the warming cup of coffee against your chest in a poor attempt to warm yourself. “Every band I’ve worked with so far has, without exception, been out to meet as many groupies as they can.”

Both rolled with their eyes, ready to say something, but were silenced by Rick's voice. “Okay, everyone, break is over! We need to move on!”

Sighing you shambled back to your bus, hoping to get some more time to doze off in your little bunk before your slightly hyperactive cousins would return to their typical banter and bullshit, keeping you awake and denying you the rest you needed.

“Why don't you just give him a chance?”, Chad groaned and plumped down on the beanbag.

Cliff climbed up into the bus and agreed with his brother. “Yeah, he seems to be a nice guy.”

“I really have to agree with them. You should give him a chance. I don't see what your problem is anyway.” Doug’s voice echoed from the small bathroom of the bus.

You dramatically rolled your eyes and sighed. Didn't they see how all your ‘just give him a chance’ romances ended? It's like they forgot about all the times your heart was broken, all the times you’ve been used and played with, like none of that ever happened.

“Because,” you started, almost sounding like a teacher, “Rockstars are assholes.” The eyes of your cousins followed your every move as you crouched down in front of the little fridge, searching for some milk for your coffee. There was no chance they’d shut up to let you sleep, so you could just as well down another coffee to wake up the rest of your body.

“Well, the four Armenian guys we played with a few months ago didn't seem to be assholes. You spent a lot of the time with them. Like … a lot!”, Doug said with special emphasis on the last part of his sentence after coming out of the bathroom. And he was right. You did enjoy the time with these four weirdos from L.A. on your last tour.

“Yeah,” you huffed and filled your cup with the worst coffee you’ve ever had, “‘cause they were stoned the whole time and wanted me to help them with their make-up!”

The three guys looked at each other but eventually nodded in agreement. “Yeah, okay, totally forgot about that.” Cliff acknowledged.

For a moment there was silence. An awkward kind of silence and you felt like you won. Maybe you could unexpectedly get a few more minutes of sleep? Until Chad started this discussion all over again. “But what if he’s different?”

You groaned in annoyance at your cousin's remark and laid your head back. “Oh. My. Fucking. God!”, you hissed through gritted teeth. “Why do you desperately want to -” Mid Sentence you stopped, an idea shooting up in your mind. With wide eyes, and a nearly insane look on your face, you glared at them. “Now I see it. I can see it pretty clearly!”

“What are you talking about?” Chad’s question let you twirl around. You pointed your finger at him, sensing a conspiracy. But it could’ve been the caffeine in your blood as well, you didn’t know but it didn’t matter anyway.

“You guys want me to fuck with him! You want me to fuck with him, so we might get some publicity for our band!”

“Bullshit! No one wants you to fuck with him.”, Chad huffed with a frown, offended by your suspicion and shook his head.

“Unless you want to fuck with him. You know, you’re an adult, you’re responsible for your own actions and who are we to tell you -” You interrupted Doug quickly.

“Okay! Okay! Could we stop discussing my non-existing sexlife? Please? I’m not gonna fuck any Rockstar at all.” You sat back down on the little sofa and sipped your coffee. “Rockstars are just horny little assholes with little egos. All they ever want is to get their ducks wet by as many desperate groupies as possible, just to boost their ego. Sex, Drugs and Rock’n’Roll - that’s all they ever want.”

“Oh come on, Y/N/N, not everyone in this industry is like that,” Cliff tried to calm you down, unsuccessfully.

“Not everyone, but an incredibly large amount of them are and I’m not willing to go through all of that bullshit again to find out who might not be like the rest. End of discussion.” You downed the coffee and stood up to get some alone time in your somewhat cozy bunk, where you would stay for the rest of the drive.

“Oh, and don’t ever call me Y/N/N again. I’m not eight anymore.”

When you arrived at the club where you were scheduled to perform that evening, it was pouring rain. The thick raindrops splashing against the window panes had a calming effect on you, always has. To pass the time while Rick was dealing with the hotel, which had canceled the reservations for some unknown reason, you made yourself comfortable on one of the padded benches in the entrance area of the hotel and soon closed your eyes. You let the patter of the rain lull you like a gentle massage.

“Could you please stop staring at me like that all the time?” You didn't have to open your eyes to notice Eddie, sitting in a chair just a few steps away from you, watching you and thinking you wouldn't notice.

“I uh…” He felt caught red-handed and nervously jumped up from his seat. Giggling, you opened your eyes and looked at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Stare at me like a creep?” you interrupted his stuttering. He nodded sheepishly.

“Listen, I would really like to get to know you,” he began after taking a deep breath and sitting down in the chair right next to you. “I'm really serious, no games. I’m not one of those cliche rock stars, believe me.” You also sat up and looked at him. Skepticism flashed in your eyes.

“Please give me a chance to prove to you that I’m serious. I would really like to know who you are off stage. Just an honest conversation, you and me.” Eddie looked at you pleadingly, with big, round puppy-dog eyes that, to be honest, no one could resist. But you hesitated for a moment, indecisive if you should dare to trust him and give him a chance.

“Please, Y/N.” You could tell from his look that he really was being serious. Every single fiber of your being screamed ‘no’, your instinct screamed at you not to trust him, but eventually you gave in.

"One chance." When you finally gave him the opportunity to prove himself his face lit up. “Really just one chance. I've had enough of being played with by guys like you. You have one single chance to convince me that you’re not the kind of rock star that just uses women. Don't make me regret my decision.”

“You won’t regret it, promised,” he solemnly swore, excitedly holding out his pinky for the sacred pinky promise.

“I hope so for your own safety,” you admonished him and sealed the promise. Was this really the right decision?

Later that evening, after another incredible show, Eddie approached you, a wide, excited grin painted on his face. His friends watched him from a distance, ready to help him if needed.

“Hey, Y/N!” He snuck up on you from behind and slung his arm around your shoulders. Was the touching already too much? Too intrusive?

“Oh, hey, there’s your shadow again,” Chad winked at you. “I’ll leave you two alone then.” Laughing, he turned away from you and followed Cliff and Doug to the bar.

“That was a good show, huh?” Still high on the evening's success, he grinned broadly at you. “The best show we've had so far!”

"Oh yeah, especially considering all the screaming and bra-throwing fangirls," you told him with a sarcastic tone that immediately wiped the smile off his face.

"What? No, that… well -” Again he burst into incomprehensible babble, which was probably intended to be an apology or justification.

Laughing, you placed a hand on his arm. "Eddie, that was a joke," you explained.

“Oh, yeah, uh - a joke,” he stammered, still a little taken aback. “Shall we maybe eat something?”

“Eat something?” you asked and looked at your watch. “It's almost half past one. In the morning."

Shrugging his shoulders, he replied: “Some pizza place will be open by now, don’t you think?”

Miraculously, the two of you actually found a rather shabby pizza place that was open at that time. Between a few drunks stumbling out of discos and the smell of greasy food, you found a small table in the corner. While you waited for the pizzas, you observed the unusually lively hustle and bustle in this small diner and were thoroughly amused by the unsuccessful attempts of a drunk German tourist who wanted to order his pizza in Italian from the Pakistani-born owner.

“Really? Pineapple on pizza?” Disgust was written all over Eddie's face as the waiter brought your order.

“What? Believe me, this is the best combo. You have to try it!” Laughing you grabbed a piece and held it up to his face. With a scrunched up nose he tried to get away from your rather pushy attempt to make him try the pineapple pizza.

“Come on! You have to try it, trust me.” Still giggling you looked at Eddie, his eyes darting between you and the piece of pizza, dangerously near his lips. He weighed his options for a moment until he decided to give it a try. With a frown he sighed but leaned forward to take a bite. As he chewed you looked at him expectantly and waited for a reaction. It took him a few seconds until his face lit up. “Well, it’s not that bad actually, but I wouldn’t call this ‘the best combo’,” he shrugged, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, okay Mister Gourmet,” you jested and moved aside on the bench to get away from him in a playful manner, acting pouty. “You obviously don’t have a good taste.”

“I don’t have a good taste?!” The expression on his face was theatrically offended.

“Yeah, you don’t have a good taste. But it’s my fault, sorry, I should’ve known it already the first time you tried to flirt with me.” You shrugged and returned your attention to your pretty oily pizza. Eddie, however, couldn't turn his eyes away from you. With his mouth wide open in shock, trying to find the right words, you couldn’t help but notice that he looked like a fish out of water. Grinning to yourself you continued to ignore him until he finally found his voice again.

“What?”, was everything he was able to get out. “What?!”

As you were trying to grab another piece of pizza he shoved the plate away from you, forcing you to look at him. “I have no taste because I think you are fucking cute and talented and gorgeous?”, he summed up your sarcastic remarks.

“Oh please, you don’t honestly think I’m cute or gorgeous or anything,” you snorted, leaning back on the sticky bench, knowing damn well he wouldn’t make it easy for you to get your pizza back. “You just want to flatter me because you want to end up in bed with me like the guys before you.”

Still in shock he stared at you. “No, no, no. Hold on.” Eddie gently turned your head by placing his index finger on your chin so you had to look at him. “You still think all I wanna do is lure you into bed?” He waited in vain for you to reply, but all you did was look down at the dirty table.

“Listen, Y/N, I really want to get to know you. Not like the assholes before. I wasn’t joking when I told you I care more about my music than being famous. Even if I wasn’t famous, you would still be that girl I desperately would want to spend my time with, okay? I couldn’t imagine someone more perfect than you. I would gladly give up everything I have just to get to know you. I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now, Y/N.” Eddie's voice was soft but determined. You could feel that he was being honest with you, not joking around or acting up just to lure into bed.

All this time you were played with, and not just your time in the music industry but the years at school too, you were so used to only getting a guy's attention because he wanted one thing. But as soon as you made it clear to whoever was shooting his shot, you were nothing more than garbage to them. So it was pretty much understandable that getting compliments or even the slightest attention from someone made you hide behind your wall you built around you to protect you. In your own mind you were worthless, no one would actually want to get to know you.

“Eddie, I’m sorry,” you whispered after some quiet moments, finally looking up into his eyes again. “I’m just not used to all of this.”

“That’s okay,” he reassured you. “Well, honestly it’s not okay, because it seems like you’ve been treated like an object before and that’s not okay. But it’s okay that you’re insecure. Let me help you, okay? Let me show you not everyone is like this. I really want you to see what I see when I look at you or hear you sing or simply hear your laugh.” He moved closer to you again, closing the gap you created before. “You can trust me, okay? I won’t hurt you or play with your feelings or anything.”

You just sat there for a moment, your pizzas already turning cold, while a battle raged within you. On one hand, there was the overwhelming desire to trust Eddie, to believe his kind words and let him in. But on the other hand, there was the lingering fear, the scars of past betrayals and heartaches, whispering caution in your ear. Anxiety gnawed at your insides, reminding you of all the times you had been let down and used. It was a struggle between the longing for connection and the instinct to protect yourself from further pain.

As Eddie's warmth enveloped you, a part of you wanted to surrender to the comfort he offered, to allow yourself to be vulnerable in his presence. But another part hesitated, clinging to the safety of your walls, wary of the vulnerability that came with trust.

Eddie's gentle touch and reassuring words began to chip away at your defenses, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of your doubts. Could he truly be different? Could he be the one to break the cycle of hurt and disappointment? Or was he just another one to kick you in the back, to play with your feelings just for his amusement?

Eddie sensed you might need a hug, someone to hold you tight and make you feel somehow safe. “Is it okay if I lay my arm around you?”, he carefully asked. You needed a second to muster your courage and finally nodded. Eddie laid his arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you closer. As you leaned into his embrace, a flicker of hope ignited within you, tentative but undeniable. Perhaps, just perhaps, this time would be different.

“I don’t care what you’ve been told by these pricks. All I know is I want to spend my time with you and make some music, nothing else matters,” he whispered into your ear.

Slowly you began to let your walls crumble down, bit by bit. This kind of safety was something you hadn’t felt in quite some time and you nearly forgot what it was like to hold on to somebody. There was still a voice in the back of your head, admonishing you to keep your defense up just in case, because no one could ever really like you, right? You were always the second choice, why should it be different this time?

Time seemed to fly by as you were lost in Eddie's warm embrace and soon you were told to leave by the owner of the diner, it was closing time. You already forgot about the pizza, with all the grease they were disgusting anyway.

“Come on, sweetie, let’s get back.” Eddie stood up and held out a hand for you. For a second you looked at his hand, his calloused fingers and the chunky rings adorning them, unable to decide if you should accept his offer to hold your hand. But without your heart's consent you eventually grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Eddie cast you a reassuring smile, proud you overcame your doubts.

After that evening you slowly began to trust Eddie. He brought you coffee in the morning, smiling like an idiot at your grumbled insults; even though you were the complete opposite of a morning person, he found your rather grumpy attitude inexplicably endearing. You spent the breaks together, and to your cousin's great confusion, you laughed at his jokes and found yourself drawn to his incredibly mesmerizing and warm eyes. And when you were exhausted and didn’t feel like talking, he simply sat next to you and enjoyed your presence. Sometimes he would play some melodies on his guitar for you or read to you out of some crappy books he bought at a gas station; he always picked the ones with the most ridiculous titles or covers.

Your little pizza dates after your shows quickly became some sort of tradition whenever you had the chance to stay in the city for the night, giggling at the drama of the drunk’s around you. Soon he began to appreciate your choice of pizza, stealing pieces of your pineapple pizza when you weren’t looking.

He truly was the sweetest guy you ever met. Eddie managed to make you laugh when you felt like never laughing again. He made you feel valued. He made you feel important. When you were on the stage you found Eddie either right beside the stage or in the front row, cheering, screaming, as if you were the greatest rockstar on earth. And when he was on the stage his eyes were glued to your face wherever you were standing. He always found you, the rest of the crowd disappearing for him; there was nothing more important to him than to see your smile while he performed.

As a sign of love and affection he let you play with his lucky pick while you gave him your favorite lighter.

Time flew by, you and Eddie were literally glued together which started to annoy the rest of your bands. You weren’t spared the mocking and teasing comments of your cousins and even Eddie had to deal with bad jokes from his friends. Some weeks had passed, all your doubts and worries vanished and you enjoyed your time with Eddie. There were innocent touches, his hand brushing yours when you walked next to each other or crossed paths backstage between you performances, hugs whenever you were alone, he even held you hand under the table when you were at a restaurant with everyone else.

One evening you found yourself outside of the club for a smoke to calm down your nerves. During your band's performance there were a few dickheads trying to sabotage the gig, hollering insults and booing because they thought your band was crap. So you stood outside, the cool air of the night wrapped around your body and literally cooling down the racing thoughts that started to pull you down again. You took a deep, shaky breath, the smoke filling your lungs. As you inhaled the smoke, your eyes fluttered shut and you held your breath for a moment before releasing a little cloud of tobacco smoke into the night sky. The buzz of pleasure combined with the slight flash of adrenaline and energy rushing through your body were slowly numbing your mind.

“That shit could kill you, you know?” The voice pulled you out of your trancelike state. You opened your eyes and turned your head just to find Eddie, sneaking up behind you out of the dark.

“So does life and yet here we are,” you taunted, shrugging your shoulders and taking another drag. “Aren’t you supposed to get on stage by now?”, you stated after taking a look at your watch.

“Yeah, but the security is currently busy with removing some shitheads that insulted my favorite person,” he declared casually and took away the cigarette that bounced between your lips. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow as you watched him taking a deep breath, smoke filling his lungs, before he handed you the cigarette.

“You didn’t -” you stated flabbergasted.

“Of course I did.”, he huffed, releasing the smoke, and looked down on you. “A behavior like that is not appropriate and should not be tolerated.”

You shook your head and took back your cigarette he offered back to you. “Moron,” you whispered and couldn’t contain your laughter.

“I’ll gladly be your moron,” he winked at you before returning back inside for his performance.

You stayed in Indianapolis for two more days after your show before moving on with your tour. Rick allowed you to take a short break there to relax and recover from the stressful tour life. And with Chad’s birthday right around the corner you and your other cousins decided to spend the whole day together, so you informed Eddie that you would be away for the day.

This day felt like childhood again, exploring the city, visiting a museum and going to a mall in the afternoon to shop for some new clothes. Later in the evening you wanted to celebrate Chad’s birthday at a pub, the only thing that didn’t feel like childhood.

Before you headed to the pub you wanted to change your clothes and freshen up a bit, maybe you could even say hi to Eddie since you hadn’t talked to him for the whole day. As you knocked on his hotel room door you were disappointed with silence. Maybe he was out with his friends too? You sighed and hurried into your room to change. But when you excitedly exited the elevator and caught a glimpse of Eddie, your heart skipped a beat and shattered into a million pieces. It was like a rope wrapped around your chest and with every breath and every heartbeat it got tighter and tighter, making it nearly impossible to keep on breathing. Everything around you seemed to freeze, moving in slow motion as your eyes followed Eddie and the girl next to him.

Ouch.

He had slung his arm around her shoulder and as he leaned closer to whisper something into her ear, you could see the huge smile on his lips. Seeing them laughing and being pretty close felt like someone pierced your heart with a million daggers. Just when they disappeared into the elevator you were finally able to catch your breath again, nearly hyperventilating.

Like being stuck in a nightmare where you couldn’t wake up from, you couldn’t get the picture of Eddie and this beautiful light-brown haired girl out of your head. You didn’t know how long you stood there and stared at the place where Eddie and his groupie vanished into the elevator, but judging by the concerned expression on Dougs face you must’ve been in your trance for quite some time.

“Y/N?”, he asked multiple times and after you hadn’t shown a reaction to his attempts to catch your attention, he tugged at the sleeve of your jacket. “Hello?! Earth to Y/N?!”

This snapped you out of your thoughts. “What?”

“God, Y/N, what’s wrong with you?”, he asked and shook his head. “We’re late, let’s go.” And with that you left the lobby.

Although you tried to distract yourself from the spiteful voices in your head and the images of Eddie and this girl doing whatever in his hotelroom, you were unsuccessful. Your mood was at its lowest and after Cliff noticed your discomfort and asked if you're alright, you tried to drink away this overthinking and obstinate voice inside of your mind.

Downing one drink after another, your mood finally started to light up. You danced, laughed and got drunk. After not even two hours you were completely wasted and your mind blacked out. You vaguely remembered seeing Eddie in the lobby as Chad brought you back to the hotel and that you threw a pillow at him, followed by some slurred insults. Luckily Chad could hold you back before you had the chance to jump at Eddie's throat. Whereas your drunken state probably would’ve made any attempt to jump at Eddie unsuccessful. As Chad dragged you into the elevator, you growled “Fuck off and leave me alone. Don’t you dare to ever talk to me again” after Eddie confusedly tried to find out what had happened.

Somehow you ended up in your bed with a bucket next to your nightstand, just in case.

A knock on your door woke you up eventually, but opening your sleepy eyes was a strenuous act. You tried to rub away the sleep from your eyes, as it knocked a second time.

“Good morning, princess,” Eddie’s voice came chirping from the other side of the door. “Wake up. It’s time to get up and get ready for the day!”

An exasperated groan escaped your throat and you looked at the door, wondering if you should just ignore him, tell him to fuck off, or give him a chance to explain himself for the sake of the tour.

As he knocked a third time, you sighed and squeezed your eyes, already regretting your decision.

“Do you have coffee?” You had no other choice, your tired mind and hungover body were desperately in need of caffeine.

“Open the door and find out!” he cooed and no one could have overheard the smug grin in his voice. He was still confused about what your encounter last night meant, but he hoped you just had been drunk. Most people he knew tend to become aggressive under the influence of alcohol, maybe you were one of them?

“God, a simple yes or no would have been enough.” Slowly you got out of bed and slipped in one of your hoodies.

Eddie was the last person you wanted to see right now, but you were too tempted by the prospect of a steaming hot coffee. So you dragged yourself to the door, unlocked it and carefully opened. And there he was, leaning against the doorframe, a mustache painted on his face, with what you suspected was eyeliner, and the desired cup of coffee in his hand. Unimpressed, you stared at him for a moment.

“Bonjour Mademoiselle,” he said with a bad french accent, seemingly trying to be funny, and wiggled his eyebrows, as if nothing had happened last night. You kept your unimpressed expression, even though this sight was kind of hilarious.

“I’m fucking mad at you,” you grabbed the cup and held it to your chest. “And that mustache looks ridiculous.”

“What? But what did I do?”, he protested.

“Thanks for the coffee.” Without further ado you closed the door again.

“Please, tell me what I did wrong and let me apologize.” Eddies voice was desperate as he begged you to explain to him what he did to upset you like this.

The warmth of the coffee spread through your body and life seemingly came back into your hurting limbs after you took a sip. Should you really enlighten him? Should you really give him a chance to apologize? You already gave him a chance, he fucked it up and now acted like he didn’t know what he did wrong. If he didn’t know what he did, how should you accept his apology? How could an apology be honest without even knowing what the problem was? If he didn't realize on his own what he had done wrong, how could he regret it and apologize?

That’s just not working.

And that made you furious. Driven by caffeine, anger and the residue alcohol in your system, you yanked the door open and glared at him. “You told me, yeah, you PROMISED me, you were different, not like the other rock stars who play with girls. You begged me to give you a chance to prove you really wanted to get to know me. What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you,” you hissed through gritted teeth and put the cup of coffee down at the dresser next to the door precautionary before you accidentally spilled the much needed coffee.

At the sound of your tremulous voice Eddie lost his self confident composure and turned into a scared little child that was scolded by its parents. He looked at you with his incredibly lovely puppy eyes, something no one could resist. On one hand you felt bad for yelling at him, on the other hand, however, you were still boiling with anger.

“I’ve seen you,” you began, voice now softer. “I’ve seen you with this girl last night. You had your arm wrapped around her shoulder and took her with you into your room. How could I even believe that you were resistant to these horny groupies.” Eddie froze as you explained to him why you were so angry with him.

"I mean, she's absolutely beautiful, breathtaking. I can't really blame you, she's gorgeous. I would choose her over myself too, honestly -”

“Y/N,” Eddie interrupted you, his voice soft and … amused? “That’s Robin.” He was unexpectedly calm, nearly optimistic, and not like he was trying to talk himself out of this.

“Oh, great. At least you can remember her name,” you laughed hysterically. “Congratulations! Bonus points to Eddie fucking Munson. You’re right, you are indeed different from all those horny rockstars.” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. Even if you tried to hold back your hurt and anger, it wouldn’t have been successful. But letting it all out felt good, freeing. You looked at him, waiting for some lazy excuses, but he was just calm, like your accusations didn’t bother him. Was that a smile? Was he really smiling right now?

A moment of tense silence hung in the air. A moment that felt like eternity as you waited for his answer.

“Robin’s a lesbian.” Eddie tried to fight it, but it was a hopeless fight. The teasing grin tugging at his lips spread across his face.

“Oh … “ This caught you off guard. Your expression shifted from hurt to embarrassment, your hungover mind racing to process the unexpected revelation. “Oh!” To hide your blushing cheeks you covered your face with your hands. “Oh my god.”

“She’s an old friend of mine. And since she lives here, I decided to meet her, ask her for some advice on how to win you over, you know.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, really. I didn’t know - I just saw you and her and -” you apologized stuttering, ashamed you judged him too soon and unjustifiably screamed at him. A knot of guilt and remorse formed in the pit of your stomach as the realization sank in.

“It’s okay,” Eddie reassured you. “I never meant to upset you. I actually thought you were already out with your cousins.”

“I was on my way to meet them outside when I saw you with her,” you interfered.

He sighed and looked down on you, his expression softening with understanding.

“I never was good at talking to girls. To be honest, I’m awkward when it comes to flirting or talking with a girl I like. So I asked Robin if she could help me out. I wanted to do it right, you know? And not scare you away because I’m clumsy and weird since it was getting serious between us.” Eddie shook his head and huffed, seemingly amused about a memory that popped up.

“You know, I figured calling someone I like M’lady and stuff isn’t really what girls want.”

"Eddie, I'm so incredibly sorry, I really am," you apologized over and over again. The guilt seemed to eat you up inside.

“Please believe me, my love, and I’ll give you those things you thought unreal - the sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal,” he whispered, his rough hands cupping your face.

Even when everything would fall apart someday and the world burned down, all he would want was to hug you tight. There was nothing more important to him than you and his music - as long as you were with him, nothing could go wrong, you’ll be the light to guide him back home. He lost himself in the depths of your y/e/c irises, his heart beating violently in his chest. Just as you were about to say something he closed the gap between your lips. The kiss sparked something inside of you you’ve never felt before, something you never wanted to miss again in your life.

Out of breath you pulled away. Your mind was dizzy, but you were unsure if it was from the lingering effects of your hangover or the intensity of this moment, this overwhelming kiss.

“Come on, get ready and we’ll go out to get some breakfast,” he whispered, his smile was filled with warmth and affection - just pure adoration for the most wonderful woman in his life.

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