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Can I request a ghostface duo! Bam and Dunn??? They’re chasing after their final girl!reader but they’ve actually grown fond of her throughout the killings so they just keep her as a third. Thanks!!

Murder and Deception

Folowing a rash of murders in Westchester, Y/N learns a chilling truth about the man she loves and gets looped into something she couldn’t begin to comprehend

Ryan Dunn X Fem!Reader, Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, angst)

3.4 Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, graphic content, violence, murder, serial killers, make outs, implied sexual content, vouyerism, knives, public sex

An: Thank you so much for the request! Truth be told, I e never actually seen the Scream movies outside of little clips here and there, so I had to have a friend of mine (who’s very passionate about these films) explain the premise to me! Some of my stories I visualize as a film before I write them, so much so I could probably direct them if given the chance. This was one of those stories ;) anyways, thank you for the request, and please keep sending more!

When two people wind up dead in a small town, it’s a given that people are going to talk, especially given the ongoing police investigation. It seemed that this was the only thing on anybody’s tongues, but the fact that your boyfriend and his burnout friends could talk about this while they ate is what baffled you. “I mean-“ Ryan, who sat snuggled up next to you in the booth, kept his voice low so as not to be heard over the chatter and clinking silverware of the diner, “how do you even gut a person? Like- who does that?”

Bam took a bite of his burger and shrugged, “S’easy.” Swallowing, he explained while vaguely gesturing, “Cut ‘em dick t’neck. Can’t be that hard.” He wiped a bit of ketchup off the corner of his mouth, and even Dico, who was the de facto provocateur of you four, looked shocked at the way he was casually talking about disemboweling a person like you’d tell someone how to change a tire. Putting down your fork, not that you had much of an appetite for your disco fries at this point, you stared at that glint in his eye you’ve seen kids get when they try to rile up their older siblings. “Y’know, there's a little something called tact, Bam.” But that malevolent grin on his face only seemed to grow as he rebutted, clearly trying to get a reaction, “Hey! Dunn asked. Everybody’s thinkin’ about it. Only difference is I got the guts to talk about it.” Thats Bam for you- all about shock…

That night, you were supposed to go out with Ryan, but you mutually decided to take a rain check given the obvious. You settled for a phone call- one of those lovey dovey, ‘you hang up.’ ‘no, you hang up!’ coupley things that go on long into the night. However, as soon as you hung up your landline, it rang again. Confused, since your boyfriend just told you he was going to bed, you picked it up only to be greeted by a voice you didn’t recognize. “You’re alone...”

“Who’s this?” Ignoring you, the person on the other end of the line chuckled, “In scary movies, that kinda stuff’s bad news. You’re just askin’ for it at that point…” Safe to say, you didn’t think very much of it, and assuming this was a prank by one of Ryan’s dumb little buddies, you rolled your eyes as you laid back in bed, staring up at the shapes the window made on your ceiling as the light filtered in, “Ha ha. Very funny, Dico.”

“So you think Dico would watch you through your bedroom window?” At first you were mildly annoyed, but you were starting to get a little freaked out. Not wanting to admit this, of course, you tried to keep your voice level as you explained, “Seriously- whoever you are, I don’t have time for this tonight. I’m meeting my boyfriend for coffee tomorrow, and I-“ Standing up, you went to lock your door as that anxious, sick feeling in your stomach tightened.

The voice, growing progressively more and more menacing, cut you off with biting sarcasm, “Really? You’re gonna go lock your door? Standing there, in your bra and underwear…” The playful, flirty tone made your skin crawl as whoever was talking to you continued, “Oh yeah…look at you. You’re scared now, aren’t you?” Nerve worn down beyond desire to resist, you were no longer in the mood to call bluffs. “Listen, I don’t know what you want, but this isn’t funny!” The only noise in the otherwise silent room was the sound of the line going dead, leaving you in a cold sweat as your pulse pounded in your ears.

It was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when you saw Ry. The first thing you did when you sat down with him at that cozy little booth in the coffee shop was debrief him on that odd call. His grip tightened around the cardboard takeaway cup, replying stiffly, “If anyone did it, It’d be Bam...” Realizing the implications of his words, Ryan quickly corrected himself, “Called you- I mean.” You were relieved at a plausible explanation for what happened, deciding not to question your boyfriend’s strange behavior. And you took him at his word, because you trusted hun. Ryan gave you this inexplicable sense of safety no matter what was going on around you.

Sighing in relief at the plausible explanation, you took a sip of your coffee to soothe your frazzled nerves, “Yeah, you’re probably right….” Shaking your head, you sighed as you tried to shift the topic, “ I am exhausted…didn’t sleep a wink last night.”

While comforted, you couldn’t help yourself from thinking about that phone call. Maybe Bam, or whoever it was, had something right about horror movie logic. “Hey, uh…do you think you could sleep over at my place tonight? Just for a night or two till he lets this shit up.” You realized how paranoid you must sound, so you added, “I know- it was a stupid prank call, but It’s- it’s kinda freakin’ me out a little.” Seemingly startled by the concern in your voice, Ryan’s expression softened before he replied, “Yeah, of course.” Intertwining his fingers with yours, you couldn’t help but feel a bit more relaxed at the feeling of his warm palm. There he goes, being all sweet…He assured you, “You’re my girl! I should be lookin’ out for you.”

After work, Ryan came over to your place with Chinese takeout, and for once you felt at ease- perfectly at ease. The scene was really cute: you, sitting there on your bed all snuggled up with Ry’s arm around your shoulders as you idly watched whatever was on cable. As the night wore on, you mentally were kicking yourself for letting Bam’s stupid prank get to you so much. However, you couldn’t exactly complain about having an excuse to spend the night with your boyfriend…

The TV’s warm glow cast soft shadows on the walls as Ryan traced little idle circles on your back, ni,blue fingers gradually slipping under the hem of your shirt. Unable to hold back a giggle at his bold touch, you nuzzled against his neck with a sigh, “And I thought you were here t’make sure I didn’t get murdered…” The fact that you could joke about it really was a testament to how much you dismissed the threat. Ryan smirked at the teasing tone in your voice- and maybe more than that- as he pulled you closer, murmuring into your ear“I can multitask…” Charmed, you leaned in to press sweet kisses to the side of his neck, your fingers threading into the blond curls at the back of his scalp, eliciting a low groan from his lips. Yeah, this would be a night well spent

Sure, the fucking helped calm your nerves, but before you could drift off to sleep you felt the urge to check every curtain and door just to be able to say you did. I mean, isn’t it kinda a thing for people to get murdered in horror movies right after they screw? Ryan sat up in bed with a goan, his pale, muscular shoulders glowing softly in the dim light, “Y/N, please…” his voice was heavy with concern as he stood up, walking over to where you were triple checking a lock. Standing behind you, he took your hands in his, “Nothin’s gonna happen…just relax for a little. Please?” That pleading tone in his voice made you realize how much seeing like you was hurting him. Must be breaking his heart… Sighing, you faced Ryan, “Yeah, it just…it rattled me, y’know?” Following him back to bed, you laid down on his chest and you felt your body physically relax. You took the opportunity to ask, “You think you can stay another night?” Knowing Ryan, you knew the answer was yes before you even opened your mouth. “Sure. I don’t give a shit either way…”

Ryan was supposed to be here by now. Well, he was supposed to be here at six, but presently it was nine, and neither him nor that idiot friend of his were answering their phones- that shows how desperate you were getting. All logic pointed to the lot of them getting shitfaced drunk or getting caught up doing something idiotic with the shopping carts in the ACME parking lot, but you couldn’t resist the nagging sense that the house was too quiet. Lunging for the remote, your first impulse was to flick to some random movie to drown out your thoughts. But as much as you wished it was that simple, the tv was silent against the eardrum bursting thrum of your own heartbeat.

You nearly leapt out of your skin when your phone rang. Every ounce of logic was ushered from your mind by panic, but you tried to reason this out. It was probably Ryan calling to let you know he got too swept up in video games with the guys or that he was out running errands and that he’d be over in ten. So, you picked it up- like an idiot.

“Home alone again?” You couldn’t resist the fear that gripped your heart when you heard the raspy voice that slithered through the receiver. Low and teasing, whoever was on the other end of the line seemed to be taking a distinct, sadistic pleasure in this. Trying to stay relaxed and rational, you muttered, “W-what the hell do you want?”

“How’s the movie?” For a moment, your attention was brought back to the horror flick on TV: some gothy vampire movie from the ‘80s. The voice continued, “I’m a fan’a the whole vampire thing…Watchin’ someone get sucked dry? That’s hot.” Desperately, you tried to brush it off as some shitty prank and play the badass chick card one last time, but the words escaped you. For a moment- a long, hard moment, the line was completely silent, the air surrounding you feeling far too dense.

From somewhere a few doors away, you heard a thud. “Hey, you know what’d take your mind off all this?” With a chuckle, the voice was drenched in mirth as he proposed, “Let’s play a game. C’mon…” Heart pounding against your ribs, you got to your feet and panickedly checked every door and window in your room as you spoke through gritted teeth, “You are sick! You’re- you’re fucking sick, whoever you are…” Another bang, this time much closer than you would like, made your knees so weak that you nearly hit the floor. Shuddering, you started to look around for things you could use as an improvised weapon. “What would you do if I was in your house?”

Grabbing a chair, you jammed it under the door handle and took a good few steps back to stay out of striking distance as he continued, “Maybe you’d use that lamp on your desk? Or go for the closet…yeah, you seem like that kinda girl.” He spoke with fanaticism, the way a guy would suggest having public sex with his girlfriend. The door was shaking now, threatening to give way.

Rattling violently on its hinges, the door splintered into a thousand little pieces as a dark arm reached in and shoved the chair away. With a shriek, you scrambled backward and your legs caught on the foot of your bed, sending you careening backward onto your mattress. You were running on prey animal instincts, heart jackhammering in your chest and mind far from rational. But you still had that lamp. Mind working surprisingly quickly, you swung it as hard as you could and it connected with that stupid Halloween mask, sending shards of glass and cheap plastic spraying out flock of pigeons style. Staggering for a moment, he lunged to grab for your hips but you took advantage of his distraction, slipping away in the nick of time before tumbling to your bedroom floor. Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you fiddled with the lock on a window you so diligently locked just a moment before, and you could’ve sworn that you could feel him breathing down your neck when you finally got the thing open. Narrowly avoiding his grasp, you landed on the roof of the garage before tumbling down and dashing off barefoot into the pitch black of Pennsylvanian suburbia.

After calling the cops from a pay phone, you spent the whole evening at the police station giving your testimony, but since they didn’t have any leads, all you were left with was another sleepless night. This was really starting to take a toll on you. In fact, you were so exhausted that, when you saw Ryan at Dico’s place after he invited you over for some pizza and Atari, the first thing you commented on wasn't him ditching you. Shooting him a nod, you sat down next to him and asked, “What’s with the eye?” Trying to look self assured, he bounced the question back with a hollow grin, “Got into a fight. What about you?” Ry was referring to your dark circles, which were nothing in comparison to the proud shiner he was sporting on the left side of his face. However, his answer did confirm your suspicions as to what he’d gotten up to…

With Bam and Dico off in the kitchen, you thought this was a good opportunity to bring it up. “Where were you, man?” Mumbling, your fingers felt like they were made of lead. Sitting next to you, Ryan shrugged as he mashed buttons, fixating his eyes on little beeping aliens, “Out with Bam. Why?” That idiot friend of his had apparently heard part of your conversation as he walked in with, plopping down next to you with a paper plate of pizza, “We’re at Rex’s-“ “Duffers.” Ry cut him off. And the worst part of this was probably the fact that you questioned none of it; The idea that they got into a fight after a night out drinking wasn’t unbelievable, but somehow you saw nothing weird about the fact they couldn’t get their story straight.

Feeling that maybe you were beginning to catch on, they had to come up with a plan, but Since they couldn’t talk about this sorta thing at Dico’s place, they were having this discussion in front of the slushie machine at Wawa; really a fitting location for talking about murder. Rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes darted around as if he’d already been caught, Ryan confessed, “Listen- I feel like such a dick right now…” This was all Bam’s idea in the first place, and now that his girl got involved, he wasn't sure how much longer he could tag along.

“Little late for that...” Grinning, Bam filled up his big cup with no less than five different flavors of slurpee. Ryan grabbed a bag of Doritos and a monster energy as he followed on his heels, lecturing him, “Don’t be a pussy. Y/N is fine, you’re fine- we're all fine! Just stick t’the plan and don’t fuck it up.” Ironic that he was calling Ry a pussy given that he was too scared to do anything besides make those calls. Dunn turned arround to stand nose to nose with him, “Y’sound like some…cult leader or some shit when you talk like that.” Pausing to take a deep slurp of his Frankenstein concoction, Bam continued with a malevolent little glint in his eye, “it’s a game! We’re in control.”

Pushing open the door, Bam left him with some sage advice. “Chicks love the hero thing. Y’should lean into it more.”

Back in highschool, a mutual friend of yours and the guys kinda had the hots for you. The only problem was you very clearly had a boyfriend. It was pretty clear that this devastated him, but you didn’t pay much attention to it, however Bam still had the guy’s number, so it wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary if he dropped him a line and let it slip that you were newly single. Maybe you had your eye on him. Later that night, he called him up and concocted this elaborate lie in order for this set-up to work the way he intended. “She lost her phone, like- a week ago.” Bam had to hide the fanaticism in his voice as he slammed that last nail in his coffin, “She’s home right now. Y’should go over there!” In all fairness you were probably sleeping with a butcher’s knife under your pillow. Prolonged sleep deprivation and intense paranoia are a deadly combination that little good can come from.

Whoever was behind those killings from last week didn’t seem content with stopping at only two. In fact, in the time since, a small soccer team’s worth of people had been murdered under progressively grisly circumstances, so could you really be blamed for trying to defend yourself? That night, the timid knocking at your door courtesy of that poor, good natured guy sounded more like pounding to your stress-addled mind. Nerves frayed to bits, you stood with your back against the wall, eyes bugging out as you clutched your weapon like a lifeline- yes, a knife. Heart threatening to leap out of your chest, you found yourself unable to hold your nerve a second longer and you lunged for the door handle. Before the consequences of your actions could sink in, it was already done.

Your boyfriend was the first person you called, “Baby- baby, what happened? What’s goin on?” Ryan had to try his hardest pretending he didn’t have a hand in this as you practically toppled into his arms, sobbing so hard you struggled to get your words out. You were so distraught that you barely noticed Bam decided to tag along. Sputtering, your shoulders trembled as you explained frantically, “He just- I thought he was gonna…I swear I was…!“ Smoothing your hair, Ryan held you close to the warmth of his chest as he soothed your shaking, guilt heavy in his stomach. He knew about Bam’s plan, and he did nothing to stop him. Wiping away your running mascara, he cradled your face in his hands as he reassured you, “Nobody else knows about this, okay Y/N? Only we do- nothin’ to worry about.” Bam had been silently watching this and enjoying how pretty you look when you’re scared. He spoke up, self confident as always, “C’mon, we’re here! Chill out a little. We'll take care’a this…” Now reassured, you felt more capable or managing this. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes and reached for the house phone.

Bam grabbed your wrist, his voice suddenly more serious than you’d ever heard out of him, “Wait, wait- we're not callin’ the police.” You stared at him with confusion before he explained, “You just killed a man. We’ve got the weapon. If you tell the cops-“ he sputtered for a moment before repeating like it was obvious, “You killed a man, Y/N! You’re fucked.”

Cut to an hour later, and you were disposing of a fucking body in the woods. Well, they were- you were waiting back in the car. Trembling, you sat back against the leather with your hands between your knees as you tried to stave off the dark suspicion that was nagging at you. Ryan told you not to worry; he would take care of this, but you couldn’t help yourself from panicking a little as you watched- this was like a horrible dream you couldn’t wake up from.

As Ryan opened the driver’s side door, you couldn’t help yourself from asking, “Why’re you so calm about this?” Turning around, the glowing, red tip of your boyfriend’s cigarette was the only light in the bitch black car as he asked a question of his own, all traces or sugarcoating washed away from his words, “Y’think this is the first time?” Before you could say what you were thinking- what anyone would think when they found out their boyfriend was a murderer, you remembered why you were there in the car with them in the first place; you killed somebody. Sensing your apprehension, Bam added, making the tension in the car even thicker, “Listen- you’re either with us or against us. And if you’re against us…”

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reasonsmandy · 10 months ago

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You matter to me

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by @itzajeanspears — Hi!!! Love your writing so much!! Not sure if you’re still doing requests lol, butttt I have a really specific one so if you’d be able to do this I’d like actually die omg. Okay so I’m a fashion student from LA and I was thinking, the reader is like basically siblings with billy and Graham, (her dad and their mom started dating when they were kids so they were practically raised together) but she’s closest with Eddie in particular. They’re best friends. They’ve basically been attached at the hip since they were kids. They’re both secretly harboring feelings for each other and everyone knows it but themselves. She’s been there for them since the band started, like Camilla, making them outfits for gigs and stuff. and Eddie even takes her to prom when her date ends up being a jerk to her. Butttt the reader ends up moving to LA to go to fashion school (maybe eventually she can be their costume designer for the aurora tour 🙏) and Eddie slowly stops talking to her god knows why. Fast forward- The band moves out to LA and they stay with her until they’re stable enough to be out on their own. The tension is super high between her and Eddie and EVERYONE notices. Super Angsty. Ends in fluff and love confessions 🫶 maybe angry billy lol. AGAIN THANK YOU!!! I know that was super complicated. YOUR WRITING AND EDITS ARE AMAZINGGGG !!

✧.* you're reading part two, here's the part one — A letter?

✧.* summary — Eddie was waiting for your response, and when it never came... A wall was built between you.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 3.5k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I know it took me forever!!! I'm so sorry, please enjoy! And let me know your thoughts about it :)

I have no idea how to start this, my head has been a mess since our last conversation. I'm sorry for the way I left, I should've been more polite involving all we've been through in the last couple of months. I confess that I don't understand why you thought I couldn't support you in this situation, I've seen you dreaming about this day since I was ten years old, where we chatted about school and unattainable plans for the future… Seeing you achieve everything you dreamed of is like being hit by a ray of sunshine, I am deeply proud of you.

I wish you all the best on this new journey in your life, you are great and your talent is not left behind! Know that you wouldn't be there if it weren't for all your extraordinary talent. There is something in everything you do that exudes originality and no one can take that away or dispute it from you.

I decided to respect your choice and not go to see you on the day of your departure, I confess that this is demanding a lot from me, but I do everything to see you well. I hope you have a great trip and a great life there too.

I don't want to lie to you, I really hope you write me back, I have a huge hope that you'll give me another chance and we can work things out... I'll understand if you don't want that, I just want you to keep in mind that I love you. Fly towards your dream, and when you miss home, maybe my words will warm your heart.

Yours, Eddie Roundtree.

The bassist seals the letter with trembling fingers, he knew you would leave tomorrow and he still had his doubts about what he was going to do.He wanted to come see you before the match, kiss you gently, hug you as if you were going to escape at any moment... But he couldn't, if that was your choice he would respect that.

He knocks on the Dunne house three times, his hands trembling as he waited impatiently with the letter in hand.

"Eddie? What are you doing here so early my dear?" Mrs Dunne's sweet voice asks, she was quiet, probably because she was the only one awake in the house.

"I— I came to give this to Y/N." He extends the paper to her, confused, the older girl takes the object.

"Do you want to come in?" She asks, opening the door for him.

"No no, thank you." He seemed nervous, afraid that you would show up at any moment. "I really just came to leave this"

The madness was crazy the morning you were going to leave, you waited in secret for Eddie, a hope that he would appear was growing in you even though you wanted to kill it. Everyone else had made a point of saying goodbye, even Warren had stopped by to leave you some chocolate for the flight, but nothing from your boyfriend.

That's what you were, right? After all, there was no ending, not formally in so many words... Anxiety made you fear that when he left that had been your final point.

You open your arms to hug your considerate mother, Mrs. Dunne had been very present to you since she came into your life and saying goodbye was harder than you thought.

"I'll miss you so much." Her choked voice says, and you hold her closer.

"Oh honey, I'll miss you too." She answers, still holding you. "Anytime you need us, you just have to call. You have a family here."

At this point you were already in tears, and you let the hug go to wipe them away.

"Look." She starts to say, opening her bag to hand you something. "Eddie asked me to give you this."

Your eyes widen, you take the letter in your hands and leave for your new life.

…

You open the drawer of the nightstand next to your bed and return the letter to the place it always rests still not being able to open it, a sigh leaves you as you relive the night you had just had. Now that you were in the same city everything was more vivid, it was like living your teenage years again and it was frustrating. Of course you missed your friends and your brothers, but feeling Eddie's look at the back of your head was a huge distraction that kept increasing many questions in the same.

Eddie let the air out of his lungs as his body collapsed onto the bed he had fought for hours with Warren for, He lights a cigarette while staring at the ceiling and gradually sees the smoke draw your face, He hated how all the feelings he had put so much effort into hiding returned like the tide flooding over him, it was frustrating how you could make his heart race in a way no drug could ever manege to.

He knew that maybe all he had to do was just get over it, and that's all he was trying to do since you left Pittsburgh and him. Eddie was never the kind to get attached to relationships easily, he was used to having one night stands or just casual dating, so when his heart was captured by your gaze and the funny feeling of falling in love... He didn't know what to do.

The cigarette had come to an end and sleep had not even threatened to arrive, Roundtree sits on the bed regretting it before even finishing what he planned to do. He might not have talked to you during the party, but he was a good listener, something he didn't know if it was a blessing or curse until then.

He puts his leather jacket over the blouse he had worn to the party he attended hours ago, also grabbing some cigarettes before going down the stairs of the new house towards the keys to Rojas' van. He considers going to the drummer's room to tell him that he had borrowed the vehicle, but settles for writing a note in letters large enough for him to notice while he looks for it.

He let in his breath once again, shaking his head as he starts the van and heads towards what haunts his mind.

...

The three rings on the door make you lazily get out of bed, your arms go to the blouse thrown on the table before answering.

"Eddie?" You say between shock and yawn, your hands fix your hair automatically.

He avoids your gaze, looking directly at the ground as if he is very anxious. You wait for an answer, but nothing comes out of his mouth, you take a step forward taking his hand and leading him inside.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, after you both sit at the table in your living room.

"I don't know." He lets it out, wondering if he should actually do what he had planned. "I wanted to talk to you about everything."

"In the middle of the night?" You let out a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"I couldn't sleep, sorry I woke you up." He looked embarrassed, but it was as if being there was more comfortable than anything he had been doing before knocking on the door.

"We can talk, no problem.”

"With us moving here I imagine we'll see each other more often than we have over the years." He looks you in the eyes, the red of the cigarette in them. "And I don't want there to be a fight between us, I don't want there to be things that aren't clear."

You let the air out, trying to look as if you were mature for this situation. "What do you mean by that?"

"Even with our history, is everything ok between us?" He wanted to tell you that the answer was no, that he hadn't forgotten you, but it stayed in his throat just like the growing knot.

"For me yes, but for you I'm not sure." You are honest, letting the frustration go with your words. "You were the one who ignored me the whole party, I felt seventeen again."

"You don't need to be sarcastic." He says rolling his eyes.

"Since when do you call the truth sarcasm?" He arches his eyebrows at your response, you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "What I meant is that I'm over it, I just don't know if you are."

"You know what..." He gets up, adjusting his jacket on himself. "I think we've cleared that up, let's just be polite to each other and that's it. I see you around."

"You're kidding right?" A mocking laugh is let out by you, disbelief shines through. "Is that what you consider resolution?”

"I'll see you around." He says, you get ready to close the door. "Let's just keep things between us, like before."

Your eyes roll back and you slam the door shut, anger and confusion rising in your chest. How can he just show up in the middle of the night to turn your life around like that? You only feel the tears when they fall on your arm, was it frustration? You preferred to believe so, but seeing him treat you with so much indifference was painful.

Still angry, you go to the nightstands and open the drawer to take the letter in hand. Your vision blurred with emotions growing, you tear it apart and as soon as the first cut is made the rest are just a trigger for the pieces on the floor. You cry, regretting it and at the same time wanting to disappear... It hadn't even been twenty four hours since he had returned to your life and everything was chaos.

You collect the pieces and place them inside the box you found, trying your best not to glue the pieces together to read something that could be your answer.

...

You had done a good job of trying to forget about Eddie Roundtree, you had gone out with a few people and avoided running into him as much as possible when you met the band. But that became impossible when his brother went to rehab and his niece was born.

You moved into their house to help with the baby, Camila had never been so vulnerable and you couldn't feel more angry at Billy than in those first few months. Of course, you knew he wasn't one hundred percent to blame, addiction wasn't easy and it made you very sad to know he was like this.

Your move wasn't complete, you slept there some nights and other nights you went back to your house or studio to create some pieces of clothing. It was hard to face Eddie every day, but you two made a point of avoiding each other as much as possible.

It was hard to remember why you didn't like Eddie much when he was being so kind every day by your side, you start to remember why you fell in love with him in the first place. He was kind, funny, he helped everyone, but he was still the one that left you. And that was certainly the impasse for you to sympathize with him once again.

Night fell on the horizon as you leaned over the counter, a cigarette between your lips as you thought about everything at the same time.

"I see you still like the sunset, sunshine." The nickname makes your spine shiver, you don't turn around, you just let him get closer to you. "It always reminds me of you."

The chill comes to your belly, you turn away in disbelief. "What are you doing?"

He rolls his eyes, “Trying to get along with you, is it that hard?"

You let out a sigh, avoiding his eyes. "You want us to be friends?"

"What's the harm on that?" he asks, resting himself.

You shrug, trying your best not to ask every single question that haunted you over the years.

"You made yourself pretty clear that day in my place." That's all you say.

"Why are you acting like I'm a bad guy?" He's confused, upset in his eyes.

"You can't just keep doing this to me, appearing in my life and just leaving me!" You let out your frustrations, he looks at you without understanding. His gaze fixed on your eyes was overwhelming.

"What do you mean?" His voice was trembling, he took a deep breath. "Look, I know I acted childish that night, I shouldn't have just popped at your place and said those things. But I mean what I'm doing right now, I made one mistake... You're really going to blame me for the rest of my life?"

"One mistake?" You tried your best to hold back your urge to cry. "Look Eddie, it's been a long time. I understand if you forgot everything we've been through, I don't want to..."

"You're acting like I didn't care for you. Like I don't care." His voice was calm, it left you disconcerted.

"How can you say that you care for me if you haven't even reached for me all these years?" You turn to face the sky, trying to keep calm.

"I was respecting you!" He avoided coming closer, even though he wanted to take your hand in his. "I told you that! I—...

He stops when he sees your confused eyes, concern takes over his.

"You didn't read the letter, did you?"

You swallow hard, he waits for your answer but you open your mouth and close it without saying anything.

"Did you receive it?" He asks, you nod your head. "I don't understand..."

"I never read it." You confess, looking at your feet.

"Why?" He felt exposed, hurt.

You don't answer, he seems devastated.

"Fuck." He says passing his hands through his hair. "I can't believe this."

He left, leaving you alone with the sunset.

You made a point of coming home that day, there was no way you wouldn't go back to read that letter, your heart was aching with all the emotions that came up this afternoon. You were overwhelmed and feeling guilty, but at the same time confused... You needed answers.

When you managed to put the pieces together it was difficult to tell what was there, but your body softened and your heart tightened. There was your answer.

...

Daisy Jones was responsible for the band's growth after Billy's relapse, 'Honeycomb' was a masterpiece and the whole world knew it when those chords sounded on the radio. You were happy and proud for all of them, it was great to see them all achieving a dream that you followed from the beginning.

You were really excited to go on tour with them, You had already made many different pieces and I'm really looking forward to seeing them using what you created for them from the beginning. Today was the day of the first show, if you weren't even going to be on stage, you were nervous, you couldn't imagine how they were.

You couldn't contain the tears of emotion when you saw them there, the fans screaming excitedly and a long-time dream coming true, it was an amazing feeling and you were so happy to be part of this somehow.

It wasn't easy to deal with the information about the last situation you had with Eddie, of course, Billy had returned and you had spent less time together but that whole scene never left your mind. You tried to expel the flashes as much as possible while pretending to listen to what Camila was saying.

"Swetie, are you paying attention to me?" She says between a laugh, the music from the celebration party made it hard to hear her.

"Aham." You lie, watching Eddie talk to Warren and another girl you didn't know a few steps away. Camila follows your gaze, and turns with an arched eyebrow.

"What's going on?" She asks, her voice softly.

"I feel like I'll never be able to leave what we had behind me." You felt the words leave your mouth with honesty for the first time in a while.

"Have you told him that?" She asks, looking between you and him.

"I'm pretty sure he hates me, so..." You let out a breath, trying to hold back your tears.

"Eddie could never hate you Y/N."

"How can you be so sure?" You take a sip of your beer, avoiding looking at the distant group.

"Oh honey, if you only knew how many times he told me how he felt... How many songs I heard—

"Songs?" You cut her off, holding her arm. "He wrote songs about me?"

"Many." She responds, stroking his hand with a motherly affection. "You should talk to him."

You gather all your strength to follow her advice, and little by little you get closer to them. Warren is the first to notice you, waving in a comical way for you to come closer, Eddie avoids your eyes, the girl greets you with a small smile.

"Hey guys, the show was amazing." They smile at your congratulations. "I'm really proud of you guys."

"Thank you sunshine." Eddie says, almost regretting using the nickname. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." You say under your breath. "Look, can we talk alone for a second?"

"Sure." He turns to Rojas and the curly-haired woman. "I'll be right back."

Automatically you take his hand and guide him to a more private place, it's a few seconds of silence before you know how to start. He doesn't rush you, he just waits for you to feel good to begin with what you had planned.

"I read your letter." That's all you can say, he swallows hard. "I'm sorry it took me so long..."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter anymore." He tries to say, but you cut him off.

"It does! It matters and you know it." Tears manage to fill your eyes. "We matter for each other, you matter to me... And I don't know about you, and I know it's probably too late but I can't forget you."

He takes a step closer to you, never taking his eyes off of you. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I love you." A choked laugh comes out of you, it was impossible to contain it all longer.

"Fuck." He holds your face in his hands, touching your foreheads together. "Please, don't mess with me." He jokes.

"I'm done building this wall between us." Her voice was honest, her eyes never stopped staring into his. "I just want to be with you."

He kisses you, a kiss you've missed for years, a connection of souls, an inexplicable feeling. His hands cupped your cheeks and caressed your skin, you pulled him close to feel him after so long. He would always be your point of comfort.

"I love you too." He whispers against your lips, your eyes closed. "I love you so fucking much."

"I know it took a while but I kind of want to stay with you." You joke, he lets out a laugh.

"We can tell our children that we've been dating all this time, they don't need to know about this hiatus" He says while caressing your hair.

"Children?" Rojas' voice made you jump in fright. "Damn, you guys are emotional, huh?"

...

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