A Margot Robbie X male reader (y/n) story. One that is heavily inspired by a personal favourite film 'Notting Hill'
The story follows y/n, a 28 year old male who lives in
Everyone knows who Margot Robbie is, shes elegant, beautiful, even royalty, a...
Y/n has the lounge kitted out. He moved a coffee table into the room and placed two glasses, one packet of chips, one bag of sweets, and one large bowl on it. The TV is on, as is the DVD player, all eagerly waiting to get started.
Y/n scans the room, making sure that everything looks exactly how he envisioned it. A knock at the door can only mean one thing. He quickly breathes to ease his racing mind and makes his way to the front door.
Opening the door and he's faced with the same feeling as last time, sudden blankness, only her.
She brightly smiles, her hair still straightened and styled for the interviews.
"Hello." She greets, her hands locked in front of her like a schoolgirl.
"Hey, come in." Y/n welcome's with a warm smile, he makes way for her as she walks in. "How was your day?"
"Oh fine." She responds, glancing back at him. "Nothing interesting."
"Nothing interesting aye?" Y/n smirks, she prepares herself for another one of his witty jokes. "Well, you won't believe the day I've had..." He sarcastically jokes.
Margot sighs, Y/n chuckles. The two move into the lounge, dinner has been made and placed on the coffee table, Margot gasps in both surprise and shock. Two pretty big and greasy burgers have been put on a plate just for her, with potato chips to go with it.
Margot turns to face Y/n, he shyfully smiles behind her.
She looks as if she's about to cry, "You made burgers.." slightly swallowing as she feels her voice dry up and break. She stares at Y/n. Unsure if it's in happiness or sadness, he stammers, it's hard to tell anyway with her blue twinkly eyes.
"Yeah, you said-" Before he can finish, arms wrap around him and squeeze him tight. Margot latches onto him, her face on his shoulder. Y/n, stunned and unsure what to do, hesitates for a bit before he returns Margot's embrace, wrapping his arms around her. Y/n gains scents of her perfume, the smell he could only describe as 'The Margot Robbie smell', Y/n hears Margot silently sniffle to herself in his right ear, he rubs her back in response.
The two are like that for a minute or so, before Margot loosens her grip and breaks off. She wipes tears from her face and sighs in composur. Y/n looks at her in distress.
"Are you - - okay?" He asks, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
"Yes, yes.." She looks down and chuckles, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, just - -" She puffs, beginning to get emotional, her breath doubled, she expresses a wide smile yet frantically waving in an effort to stop her emotions from collapsing completely. Her hair has already lost its straightened form, now untamed and messy.
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( Like this pretty much, bit messier and different clothes oc)
Y/n links both hands into hers and holds them, gently caressing them with his thumbs. Lifting her head up, Margot's breathing slows and her smile wavers, instead Y/n smiles and the two look into each other's eyes.
