Up From The Bottom

by natasharomanoffismywife

Summary:

Join Y/n L/n & Emily Armstrong as we go through their relationship from the start up to now!

Notes:

EVERYTHING IS MADE UP... THE TIMINGS ARE MADE TO FIT THIS STORY SO WON'T REFLECT REAL TIMINGS IN THE WORLD
Y/N IS AN OC THAT IS AN ACTOR IN THE MCU HER CHARACTER WILL BE AN OC AND AN OG AVENGER...

Chapter 1: The First Meet

PLEASE CAN YOU TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS WHAT COLOUR EMILY'S EYES ARE! I AM COLOUR BLIND SO I CAN NOT TELL WITH PHOTOS!

 

Y/N POV
2007
Slinging my bag onto my shoulder I make my way up to the small looking bar, walking in to be hit with an instant smell of alcohol and cigarettes. I make my way over to the semi empty bar and take a seat, ordering a shot of whiskey I take a look around at my surroundings seeing a few scatterings of people dotted around the place. The place was enveloped in a quiet hum of chatter but that didn’t last long as the lights dim down and at the far end of the room a stage lights up and on walks 2 girls and 2 dudS, the sound of loud guitar soon follows as my glass of whiskey is plopped down in front of me.

“Who are they?” I ask the bartender, fully intending to listen to his answer but I hear this loud scream from the singer on the stage and instantly I am captivated.

I turn back around in my seat to face the stage and I watch as the brunette petite girl shouts out the lyrics to a rocking song, I am drawn instantly to her natural beauty the way the spot light shines within her blue eyes takes my breath away so I do the only thing I can do… I keep staring at her and down my drink. They finish up with their first song and she looks out at the few people in crowd smiling before she makes eye contact with yours truly, I freeze in place and I see the same happen to the woman because after a few beats her guitarist nudges her breaking the spell. I send her a smile as I watch her jump right back into a song, the rest of the show drawing in more eye contact and smiles thrown each others ways.

After about 45 minutes the concert comes to end earning applause from myself and the 10 other people who stayed to watch them perform, I swing back over to face the bartender but before I can order another drink I hear a soft low voice break the silence.

“Can I get my usual and whatever this lovely lady has been drinking tonight please Gary?” I turn to see the hot singer plonk herself down on the seat next to me, I send her a smile in thanks as I get another whisky set in front of me which earns me a smile back in return.

“You were incredible up there, never knew that sound could come out of someone so little” I chuckle at the pout that formed on that beautiful face at the mention of her height.

“Hey I’m not short! I’m 5’7” I smile at the sound of her voice, it is such a soft low voice that brings calmness to the conversation.

“I’m 6’5, everyone is short to me. I’m Y/N by the way” I hold my hand out to shake, melting internally as her warm hand slips so seamlessly into my own.

“Y/n? That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl, I’m Emily, Emily Armstrong” I blush a little at the compliment, something that she notices as she begins to smirk. I chug back my drink, letting it burn down my throat as I watch Emily take a drink of her beer, finding myself unable to tear my eyes away from the way her lips wrap around the bottle head.
“You got an accent, you don’t sound from around here? We play to the same 10 people every week and I have never seen you before.. I would remember a girl like you”

I nod at the woman turning to give her my full attention, seeing that she has done the exact same thing making it seem like we are the only two people in the world.
“Wait what I have an accent?” With a faux shocked look making Emily release a deep laugh, a burst of pride swells in my chest at pulling that sound from the woman.
“I am from London, I guess my cockney ass stands out over here in this bar”

“Wow London huh? What brings you this far from home?” I frown slightly at her question, giving Emily a soft look.

“Long story, let’s just say I had to have a fresh start” I say as I pick at my nails in a nervous habit, I don’t hear anything but I do feel that warm soft hand land on my hands making me look up to see an understanding look land on her face.

“I get that, I had to run as well… I get that all too well” I nod at her words and I send her a smile as I give her hand a squeeze in comfort, feeling the liquid courage course through my veins I lean forward and I press a soft kiss to her cheek.

I lean back as I see Emily freeze in her spot but before I can apologise for my actions she grabs a hold of my neck and pulls me into a deep kiss, I melt instantly into the kiss as I wrap my hands around her back pulling her up onto my lap as I feel her tongue dip into my mouth making me groan. We pull apart after a few moments finally remembering that we are in fact sat in a bar with other people around, we pull away but Emily stays sat in my lap as I wrap my arms around her waist keeping her secured something that pulls a smile out of the woman.

“What do you say we get out of here to somewhere more private?” She whispers into my ear as she presses a kiss to the side of my neck, I groan internally as I let her words fill me with heat and desire.

I don’t say anything I just stand up with her in my arms, throw my bag over my shoulder and march us out of the bar with the sound of ironic cheers and whistles coming from the few people who had seen our exchange. Emily giggles as I gently throw her into my car, watching as I run to get to the driver side intent on getting to our destination as quickly as possible.

Chapter 2: That Soft Feeling

Summary:

After that eventful night Emily begins to feel some strange feelings.

Notes:

I skipped past the smut as I wasn't sure if people enjoy that type of thing, let me know if you would like me to write those scenes into the story and I will!

Emily POV
I groan a little as the sun hits my eyes through the undrawn curtains, a massive alcohol induced headache settles deep inside my brain as I throw my head under the pillow trying to halt any light from getting to my poor aching head. I feel movement next to me which sends a wave of memories of the past night through my already fried brain, I pick my head up and I look down at the naked body of the hot Brit that took me home.. damn I chose good if I say so myself.

“Oh god how much did we drink last night? My throat feels like I guzzled gasoline” the low croaky voice from the body next to me pipes up, she rolls over wincing at the sharp movement making me stifle a giggle. I lay down next to her laying my head on her chest, I am physically incapable of passing up a chance to snuggle.

“I have no idea, all I know is you drove us back to this motel. God you drove drunk, Siouxsie is going to kill me” I bury my head deeper into Y/n’s chest hearing the soft thump of her heartbeat, I soon feel arms wrap around me pulling me in closer and soft lips touch the crown of my head.

“Not my finest moment that, next time we take a taxi” I let a smirk cross over my face at her words, I lean my head and lay it on the side of her breast looking at her with a cheeky glint in my eyes.

“Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time?” I say as I press a kiss to her neck, I Y/n chuckles as I quickly flips us over and hovers over me capturing my lips in a passionate embrace. That is how I spent my morning having the woman show me why there will definitely be a next time.

A few hours have passed and now fully showered and dressed I sit down on floor of the room eating some store bought pancakes, watching this idiot in front of me pouring practically half a bottle of syrup on her food. Watching as she puts a whole uncut pancake in her mouth giving me a grin as syrup runs down her chin I begin to feel funny, feeling warmth erupt in my stomach as I watch the cutest pout I have ever seen cross her face as she drops a piece of the food on her shirt. I don’t feel this with one night stands, I don’t catch feelings… well I didn’t, that doesn’t seem to apply anymore. I have only known this woman for 12 hours but something feels right, I feel safe and comfortable around this person and god knows I don’t tend to feel that feeling very often.

“Oh man you guys know how to do breakfast over here, I have never had syrup this good before! I knew coming over to the States was a good idea” Y/n excitedly claims as she holds the half empty bottle close to her chest as if it was her first born child, I laugh loudly at her words before remembering her choice of words last night about her situation.

“Hey you said you had get a fresh start, why here? Why LA?” I ask, I watch as the playful glint fade from her e/c eyes and a more serious look enters her soul.

“My dad wasn’t the nicest man, I needed to get away and I finally saved up enough to get a plane ticket out of that hell hole. I chose LA because I want to be an actor, doing school plays saved me from the darkness growing up and what better place to get my big break than the heart of film” The woman softly explains as she picks at her nails, something that she did last night when uncomfortable. I do the same thing I did back then and I lay my hand over her own, I grab ahold of her hand and I intertwine our fingers giving the girl a reassuring smile when she looks back up at me.

“I’m sorry you had a shitty dad, I had a complicated home life too. Love my parents but I just couldn’t live in a life that didn’t love me back, so I get what it is like to find yourself on your own” I softly say with understanding, I watch as Y/n nods before she sends me a soft smile before pulling me into a gentle kiss.

This kiss wasn’t full of passion or desperate like our other kisses has been, this kiss isn’t going to lead to us laying back in the bed out of breath like all of our past kisses has done. No this kiss was full of softness, full of comfort and meaning and that was the kiss that solidified my thoughts and feelings for this woman in front of me.

She is the one.

Chapter 3: The Talk

Summary:

It’s been a few weeks since that fateful evening in the bar and Y/n thinks it is time for the talk.

Notes:

Hey everyone hope everyone is doing good! This is the last chapter before we start to do time jumps, if you have anything you would like to see in this story or if you have any requests for individual stories then please let me know!

Y/n POV
It’s been a few weeks since that fateful evening at the bar and I’ve not spent a single day away from Emily, since she found out that I have been staying in that murder motel (something that Em said not myself) she practically grabbed me and my one bag of belongs and dragged me into her small flat saying I was welcome to stay until I can get up on my feet. During these weeks we have been seeing how things progress between us emotionally since we already know we got that physical connection down. It’s been the best few weeks in my life, I’ve never felt so comfortable with someone and I’ve never felt this warm feeling that I feel whenever I lay my eyes on the woman. I feel safe. I feel loved.

“Dress up nice Armstrong, I’m taking you out” I waltz into the bedroom where she is lounging on the bed strumming her guitar, she raises an eyebrow at me as I walk over to her and pluck the guitar out of her hand. She grabs a hold of my shirt and pulls me down onto of her body, instantly making me lose my thought cycle as I get lost in her blue eyes and the puff of air that hits my face as her breathing picks up at the sudden change in movement.

“Don’t I always dress nice L/N?” My eyes flutter shut as she begins to press soft kisses down my neck, I shake my head as I let out a groan pushing myself away from the tease.

“Emily no, I am not letting you distract me with your lesbian god ways. Get up and get dressed we are going out and I will not have you kiss me to get me into bed with you” I huff out earning a loud laugh from the singer, I roll my eyes at her but I can’t fight the smile that breaks out on my face at the sound.

“Ok babe I will get showered and dressed, you don’t seem dressed though, why don’t you join me in the shower? Save some water?” She doesn’t wait around for a response as she turns and walks into the bathroom, I give out a deep sigh as I look at my watch, happy that we’ve got time I follow behind already hopping around trying to get my jeans off as quick as I can.

After a not so quick shower I leave Em to get dressed as I grab my clothes, feeling a nervous pit in my stomach about this dinner. I want to ask Emily if she wanted to be exclusive and be my girlfriend officially, one thing I’ve learned during my shitty upbringing is that life is to short and that tomorrow is never guaranteed, I know the connection we have is special and it I know she feels it too otherwise she would’ve kicked me out of her bed and made me sleep on the sofa. I just want this evening to go perfect, I want to show how much I care and appreciate everything she has done for me since we met that night in the bar.

I get dressed in my black dress trousers and salmon coloured button down shirt and I as I turn to see Emily walk into the room I feel my breath leave my body, she’s wearing grey trousers with a crisp white shirt and a silver chain around her neck, her wild brunette hair tamed. She simply looks breathtaking.

“Wow Em you look beautiful” I softly say as I look her up and down, she blushes as she walks over to me smoothing down my collar with a smirk.

“You clean up pretty nice too L/n” I send her a smile as I press a gentle kiss to her cheek before holding out my arm for her to take, she rolls her eyes at me but goes along with it and curls her body around my own letting me walk her down to my car and letting me drive us both to the restaurant.

We sit down and order our meal whilst we let the calmness of the softly lit space washed over us, I watch as Emily sips on her water and I just feel warmth explode through my insides at how soft and gentle she looks in this moment. We get our meals and we begin to eat whilst having some fun chit chat, nothing serious just calm simple conversations about what our week looks like and what we need to restock in our pantry. We get through our mains and just as our shared desert arrives I chug back the rest of my beer, it’s now or never.

“So I have to tell you I did have an ulterior motive for this dinner, we’ve been taking things easy for these two weeks and I have to be 100 percent honest with you Em these past two weeks have the best two weeks that I can remember in a long time. I’ve felt so safe and comfortable and I can’t remember ever feeling as safe as I do with you. I guess what I’m trying to get at is I very much enjoyed this feeling and I don’t want it to end, I don’t want us to end. I want us to give it a proper go, I want us to do it together.” My voice trails away as I look at the table trying to avoid the stare that I can feel coming from those blue eyes I enjoy so much.

I don’t do emotions very well after being brought up in a physically and mentally abusive household you learn to hide your emotions and stay cold, it’s easier to keep your walls up than to let people see your weakness. I feel a soft hand land on my own softly rubbing soothing circles onto the back of my skin, I move my gaze slowly up to lock onto those eyes that is giving me a warm look that makes me want to melt in my seat.

“You aren’t the only one who has felt those things Y/n, this is going to sound really soft and silly but when I saw you at that bar I instantly felt this warmth that I have not felt before and it has only grown as we have grown closer. I was going to bring up our relationship but I wasn’t sure when the right time was, the last thing I wanted to do was pressure you or rush you into making a decision but I’ve been wanting to since last week. I guess what I’m trying to say is yes I want to do this together with you too” Emily gently explains, I can’t help but smile at her words feeling really happy that it wasn’t just me reading too much into things.

After hearing those words I am filled with confidence that I had lacked just a few moments ago, I send Emily a bright dimply smile and before I know it I am leaning over the table and pressing a loving kiss to her intoxicating lips before pulling away with a blissful expression that makes the woman in front of me laugh.

We both dig into our brownie as we continue to hold each other’s hands, the nervous uncertainty feeling that had engulfed us was now completely gone, replaced with the feeling of optimism and excitement for what the future will look like together.