This is it.
Part two. (Dacre Montgomery x Reader fanfic.)
Note: Hey guys! This is the second and final part of “This is it.” I really hope you like it, please let me know if you do! I really appreciate your comments, always. You can read thefirst part here! Also, I was listening to Radiohead while writing this and almost cried because I hate myself and I’m cheesy like that.
Summary: After all this time and you didn’t know who was working right next to you. Maybe this was it.
“It’s stranger things!” Jenna half shouted half whispered “What?” you replied completely in shock. “The production! It’s stranger things! That’s the cast! That’s Dacre Mont-” “Yeah, no, I heard you, I-I just…” You interrupted, snapping out of it. Your eyes remained on Dacre for a little bit longe. He was wearing the whole Billy attire and his smile was just as beautifully radiant as you had imagined. As Dacre started walking towards the door of the lot he noticed your gaze upon him and stared back at you momentarily, giving you a quick wink and a sly smirk. Without thinking about it twice, you rapidly hid behind the boxes, your cheeks instantly getting a deep crimson color, embarrassed of him noticing your lingering stare. “Aaskjdhadks fuck.”
“Did he just-” Jenna said completely dumbfounded and failing to notice your completely collapsed being. You barely heard her, still trying to process what had just happened. Jenna glanced over at you, your body now under a million boxes, face red as a tomato. You couldn’t believe he was here, he was actually here…next to you this whole time. And he saw you staring at him. Jesus. You weren’t sure if you were the luckiest or unluckiest person in the world.
After placing the last of the boxes in the truck, you rushed over to your superior’s office to get your things still embarrassed at what had happened earlier. You were getting out of there as soon as possible, Dacre couldn’t see you, not after what happened and especially not like this, wearing rags with coffee stains all over them. As you quickly ran for the door you were immediately stopped by John, your actual boss. “Where do you think you’re going?” “I-um…I was going…home?” you said with hesitation. John was even worse than your superior, he was the real deal and he knew it, he thrived on intimidating his employees. “Yeah, that’s a no.” he gave you a cynical exaggerated smile and continued “Get your ass back into that office and finish going over the paper work.” His tone even more menacing now. “Oh, I-uh, I already finished going through it.” You said, trying to hide the intimidation you were most definitely feeling. “Then go through it again until I say you can stop.” You closed your eyes, mentally damning him and turned on your heels to head for the office. After a few more hours of just staring at papers your boss finally came to your door. “I’m going to get something to eat, so you get a 15-minute break. The production said we can have food from their catering…just…don’t wonder around on the set too much, yeah?” he said, emphasizing those last words. You nodded and then sighed as he left the office. “Finally” you mumbled to yourself, taking the pen that was hanging from your mouth and placing it on the desk in front of you. You pushed the chair backwards with your hands and got up from it, stretching all the lethargy and tiredness off your body. You rubbed your eyes as you left for the catering table. Your brain was still feeling numb and half asleep when you suddenly saw him again. He was standing near the catering table, 80’s hairdo and all. He was holding an unlit cigarette in his hand, which made sense since it was a no-smoke zone. You found yourself in a bit of a dilemma. You didn’t want him to see you, looking all tired and messy, but also…you wanted to eat and the catering was your only option. Should I talk to him? Introduce myself? Compliment him on his work? Or should I just grab a bagel and swiftly get out of there? No words or glances crossed? Thanks to your overthinking you failed to realize he had taken notice of you, standing there, completely out of it. You hurriedly recovered from your trance and tried to compose yourself, taking a big gulp and manically trying to comb through your incredibly disheveled hair with your hands and straighten out your crumpled clothes.
You stared to walk towards him, sweat building with every step. When you finally reached the table next to him he gave you a vain grin. “Couldn’t find your lighter?” you said signaling to the cigarette in his hand, trying way too hard to be casual. He stared at you with allure for a moment before letting out a cocky chuckle and walking out of the room. You could feel your body freezing and your heart dropping from your chest almost instantly. He had left you totally perplexed. “Wh-what?” Your thoughts were starting to wander when you heard Jenna shouting your name “(y/n)! break’s over, get your shit together.” You nodded at her still thinking about what had just happened.
You returned to your desk, thoughts still drifting. “Oh no.” you kept thinking. Was Dacre a conceited, arrogant ass? Were you just too awkward? You kept playing the encounter over and over in your head, trying to find a reason, an excuse for him acting that way. “Cidint find yir ligtir” you said, repeating the words you said to him, mentally face-palming yourself. “Jesus, what is wrong with me?”
Each minute that passed felt like an eternity. By now the only thing on your mind was your bed. You couldn’t stop glancing at the clock that hung from the wall, not being able to stand this office anymore, simply wanting to go home. Just as you felt your death approaching, your boss finally gave you the green light. You were finally free. You immediately grabbed your things, coat in one hand, bag in the other, and started walking towards the door feeling like a complete zombie. Your numbed-out brain had failed to notice Dacre was out in the parking lot looking down at his phone. You opened the door and saw him standing there, he was now wearing a lose white t-shirt with rolled up sleeves and a pair of black jeans. No more weird hair extensions or silver earring hanging from his ear. You hurried yourself up, not wanting him to notice you, but as the glass door closed behind you it caught onto your coat.
“Come oon!” you desperately whispered, tugging quickly at your coat, trying to get it out of there. Dacre instantly turned away from his phone at the sound of your voice, letting out a small chuckle as he saw the situation you were in. He put his phone on his pocket and started walking over to you. He was standing right behind you when you triumphantly managed to get your coat loose, the brisk movement making you step backwards, bumping into Dacre’s chest. “Hey, you alright over there?” he said in a smooth tone. You gave him a glance and just shook your head, remembering your last encounter. You started walking before he could say anything else but he stopped you with his body once again. “Hey, look, I’m sorry about earlier. I was a complete ass, I’ll be the first to admit it, and I totally get it if you hate me. I do, however, have a reason. It’s really hard for me to get into character because Billy is so different from me, so I couldn’t just break character even if I really wanted to…and I did want to, you know, talk to you.”
“Okay, whatever, I get it” you replied before continuing to move towards the street.
He sighed as he saw you crossing the street and after a bit of hesitation, he ran towards you, almost getting run over by a car. He grabbed you by your arm and looked up at you with puppy eyes “Please? I’m sorry.” As much as you wanted to hate him and stay mad at him, you just couldn’t, he was way to adorable.
“It’s fine, really.” You said in a more forgiving voice, gaining a big smile from him. He looked at you for a minute before starting “you look like you need a drink”
“Well, it’s been a rough week” you rolled your eyes and then looked down at your dirty clothes.
“You know it’s only Monday, right?” he said with a chuckle
“exactly” you replied, your sincere tone making him laugh even more.
“Would I maybe, by any chance, be able to buy you that drink?” you felt a smile creeping to your face, you shook your head as you fiddled with your fingers
“No, I’m really tired. Besides you wouldn’t want to be seen with me, I look like shit today.”
“Whaat!? No! What are you talking about? You look great!” you weren’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not, so you just laughed and shrugged. “I love the pants, by the way” he continued with a playful grin.
“Oh, shut up!” you replied just as playfully.
“It’s true! I love them! I think they’re cute!” he kept teasing, earning himself a slap on the arm. Dacre threw his hands in the air as a sign of defeat “Fineee! At least let me take you home then. It’s gonna get dark soon and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to a nice gal like you” he ended the offer with the biggest, cheesiest smile.
“Oh, what the hell!” you exclaimed as he continued to look at you with fascination. “Lead the way then, m’lady.”
You started walking through the vast and mostly empty streets of Georgia. You lost yourself in conversation, Dacre told you about his job, his family, his passions, hobbies, he told you about everything and anything, and you did the same. Somehow the words kept coming out, no signs of them ever stopping. It was a truly beautiful feeling, to really be heard for the first time. The sun started to set as you arrived at your doorstep. You both stopped to take in the view, both of you not wanting it to end. As the sun finally faded and the street lights started to turn on, you turned to look at him.
“Well, this is it.”
“I guess it is” he responded in a soft voice. You gave him a bittersweet smile “See you sometime soon?”
“Yes, definitely!” he replied, his tone more cheerful now “you still owe me that drink” he ended with a wink. You just laughed and started to open your door
“Goodnight then, thanks for walking me home.” Dacre just smiled at the floor “My pleasure” he whispered as you entered your apartment building. Before you could close the door you felt a hand grabbing yours, you turned around bewildered.
“I was wrong, you know?” you stared back at Dacre confused “I was wrong to be rude to you, earlier.” he stared at you intently before continuing “I think you’re so beautiful, even when your hair is a mess and your pants are full of coffee stains.” He stepped closer to you, “I had seen you before, you know? walking through the lot, heading for your office, and then today…when you walked up to me? I just…I got so nervous, I didn’t know what to do. I’m really sorry for being an ass, I didn’t mean it like that.” he started searching the floor with his eyes, feeling guilty.
you said softly, giving him a small smile. “I know you didn’t mean it like
that.” He looked up at you, the confidence creeping back into his eyes. Before
you could say anything else, his lips collided with yours in a slow and tender kiss. Both of you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the moment. This wasn’t just a dream anymore, this was it.
I really, really, REALLY hope you guys liked this! <3 I love youuu, thank you for scrolling so far down! <3
i appreciate horikoshi so much bc like it wouldve been so damn easy to make a sexy cat girl student at UA IT WOULDVE FIT IN PERFECTLY BUT HE DOESNT HE MAKES A WEIRD FROG GIRL EVERYONE LOVES BC SHE’S SO DIFFERENT (AND PERFECT AND ADORABLE)
HE MAKES A GIRL W HUGE TIDDIES WHO IS THE SMARTEST IN THE CLASS AND THE MOST PROPER LADY OF THEM ALL
HE TAKES THE SILLY LOVABLE KAWAII PRINCESS W THE BIG PINK CHEEKS
AND MAKES HER FIGHT THE MOST TERRIFYING BOY IN THE CLASS
AND SHE IS A FUCKING BEAST
A BEAST THAT THIS GUY 100% RESPECTS AND CONSIDERS A BEAST FROM THE START, AND NEVER UNDERESTIMATES
HE MAKES MINA
IDEK WHAT SHE IS BUT I LOVE HER THEYRE ALL SO UNIQUE IN AN ANIME WORLD WHERE MONSTER GIRLS ARE ALWAYS USED FOR SEXY JOKES AND CONSTANT FAN SERVICE, AND ALMOST ALWAYS LOOK LIKE A COPY/PASTED VERSION OF THE LAST
HE TAKES A CONCEPT THAT HAS BASICALLY BEEN BEATEN TO DEATH AND MAKES IT SO UNIQUE
NOT ONE OF THESE GIRLS COULD BE CONFUSED FOR THE OTHER AND IN A CAST THIS BIG THATS A MIGHTY FEAT
I JUST HAVE AN INCREDIBLE APPRECIATION FOR ANYONE WHO TAKES A TROPE THATS BEEN OVERLY DONE IN ANIME AND COMPLETELY FLIP IT AND MAKE IT NEW
((and there’s a whole bunch of great girls i didnt even mention sobbss))
The predator wants your silence. It feeds their power, entitlement AND they want it to feed your shame.
Our bodies are not the ‘spoils of war’… a trophy to be collected to fuel your ego. It’s OURS!!! It doesn’t belong to you!! And when you take it without permission, it DESTROYS…… like a virus!!!
To the predators.. Weinstein, the stranger, the relative, the boyfriend…. I say to you, ‘You can choose your sin but you don’t get to choose the consequences.’ To the victims…. I see you. I believe you… and I’m listening.