#inspired by a gif i saw of dacre

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Memories {D.M.}

Word count: 1.6 K

Summary: On a road trip, you reminisce about your days with Dacre.

{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

A/N: This short story was inspired by a TikTok video by vintage_editsx. Click HERE for the link.

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He takes a turn and the sun shines on your face. The light, golden and warm, makes you close your eyes. You've never thought you'd know such happiness in your life, and at that moment, with the wind messing with your hair, you can't help but remember.

Beautiful, sweet memories you hold dear, in the most special place of your heart.

It was a rainy day and the moment you stepped outside the building, the sky fell on you. Ignoring the frustration, you focus on getting to your car as fast as possible. No umbrella, you walked fast, high heels clicking on the concrete, the noise almost swallowed by the rain. That week you couldn't use the parking space reserved for the employees because it was being used as a construction site, you don't remember what for.

But why would you? That was the day you met him. Everything else that happened that week, before or after, were secondary.

Your car was two blocks away, and you had no choice but to get soaked on your way there. When you reached the street, a mix of the heavy rain and the desperation to get to your car made you bolt through the street, without looking at the sides.

Then, you see a mass coming at you, dark and huge, and you hear the distinct noise of a car violently hitting the breaks. You stopped, startled, your ankle twisted and you fell on your ass. Another car passed flying by, blasting its horn.

You were still a bit disoriented when you saw someone through the corner of your eyes. And when you turned to see, you were sure you had hit your head. You knew him, recognized him immediately. “Oh.” You remember mumbling, bringing a hand to your forehead.

“I'm so sorry.” He said, and you only noticed he had an umbrella when the rain suddenly stopped hitting you. “Miss? Are you alright?”

“Are you real?” A stupid question, one he still teases you about.

He chuckled, held your arm, and helped you get up, guiding you off the street. “I believe I am.” He answered. “I'm Dacre Montgomery... But I have a feeling you already know that.”

Then, another stupid thing: “You almost ran me over.”

Dacre chuckled again, lips breaking into a smile. “You didn't even look. And the light was green.”

Embarrassed, you bit your lip, finally meeting those beautiful blue eyes. “I know. But I'm soaked to the bone, and I'm having to park my car over there and it's really cold.” You couldn't help but rant about it crossing your arms to try and brace yourself against the cold.

The smile didn't leave his lips. “I can walk you to your car. Or drive you there if you like.” He offered and you sighed in relief because the last thing you wanted was to leave the safety of his umbrella.

“Walking is fine. Is just over there.” You said, pointing at the empty site your company has been using.

“Then let's walk,” Dacre said, and it got to you at that moment that he was leaving his car in the middle of the street, being raged upon by some angry drivers, and accompanied you to the parking lot.

The rain didn't give in, and by the time you got to your car, you wondered how long you'd be stuck in traffic before getting home. “Thank you so much, Mr. Montgomery.” You told him, opening the car door and getting inside. Dacre stood there, the rain falling all around his black umbrella. You didn't understand back then why he didn't just say goodbye and left, running back to the safety of his car. You didn't understand why he stood there, looking down at you. “I'm a huge fan of your work.” You decided to add before you lost the chance, turning the ignition. “I'd ask for an autograph and maybe be bold enough to ask for a selfie but...” Your voice faded when you noticed the car was silent. “Sorry, I...” You tried once again, but the car didn't respond.

“Funny...” Dacre muttered, and when you looked up at him, not minding the rain getting the inside of your car wet, you found him smiling again.

“I... I don't think this is funny at all.”

“No, not your car, just... It's funny because I was hoping for an excuse to spend a bit more time with you.” He said, and your jaw dropped, cheeks starting to get hot. Was that really happening? “And since your car decided not to work, I can get that time by giving you a lift home.”

You remember gasping, blushing, the cold not bothering anymore, not when the butterflies started flying all over your stomach. It just then hit you, when you once again bracesd your bag against your breast and got out of the car, back under his umbrella, that it could be that Dacre Montgomery was interested in you.

Leaving your car behind, you both made the way back to his car, and he opened the passenger door for you before going around and getting into the driver's seat. “I'm getting your car all wet,” it was the first thing you told him when the car started moving.

“It's alright.” He glanced at you. “You can pay it back.”

Raising your eyebrows, you buckled up and turned to look at him. “How much do you want, Mr. Montgomery?”

“A dinner.”

“A dinner?”

“Yes. Let's say... Saturday. I pick you up at eight.” Another glance, and you had to bite your lip, eyes on the windshield because you couldn't look at him again.

“...Are you asking me out?” You had to be sure, just in case you misunderstood something. Better safe than sorry, even more in an unexpected situation like this.

“I know what you're thinking. You're probably reminiscing every movie and TV show you've seen me on and thinking why would I ask you out when I could have some supermodel or anything of the sorts.”

“Yeah...” He pretty much summed up what you has gone through in your head at that moment. And that's when you realized Dacre wasn't like most men. That he wasn't shallow and selfish, and superficial. The realization made you smile.

“Well, the first thing I thought when I saw you on the ground, soaking wet in rainwater and pale as a blank sheet of paper was that you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.” Another glance, and you couldn't help but smile at him. “Now I want to know the girl underneath the pretty face.”

“Saturday at eight, then.” It was everything you had said to that, because, in your mind, you thought you would have a good time, something you could tell your friends later on, that you had one, or two, or a few dates with Dacre Montgomery. And that would be it...

But today, with the sunshine on your face, making the world under your eyelids a dance of red and pink and hot oranges, you're happy to know Dacre wasn't just a story to tell.

He's your life. A very important part of it. The engagement ring on your finger is proof.

“You went silent,” Dacre says, and you feel his hand on your thigh. “Everything alright?”

“I was remembering the day we met.”

He meets your gaze, the wind messing with his hair. You didn't like the idea of a convertible car at first, but it feels amazing. Free and wild. Reaching out, you touch the back of his neck. “It'll be a good story to tell our kids. ‘I almost ran over your mother because she didn't look at the sides when crossing the street.’ ”

That makes you chuckle, moving closer to him, just enough to kiss him. It's fast because he needs to keep his eyes on the road, but sweet and loving. “I'll also tell them you tripped on the curb on our first date.”

“You wouldn't dare.” He says with a smile.

“Oh, I would.” The memory makes you laugh as hard now as you did two years ago. “I definitely would.”

“Two?”

“Two what?” You ask, caressing his hair softly.

“Can we have two kids?” Dacre looks at you again, those beautiful blue eyes piercing through your skin, making you feel at home.

And his question, the way he makes plans for your future together and talks about the family you'll build, warms up your heart, just as the sun warms your face. “Two.” You agree, and the smile he gives you makes you kiss him once again. “This road is beautiful.” You say as you settle back on your seat, taking your phone to make a video.

“Wait until you see the house I rented. You'll love it.” As he speaks, you take your phone and start making a video. Dacre has such a peaceful expression, and that makes you focus on him more than you wanted to before showing the road behind. “For the future generations or the fans?” He asks just before you turn the phone back to him, and then, to the road ahead.

“Both. This is beautiful, I want people to see it.” Ending the video, you put the phone down and Dacre takes your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

“Have I told you that I love you today?”

“No, not today.” You say, giggling.

“I love you.” With that, he speeds up, and once again, you close your eyes to the sunlight, letting its warmth bring back all the good memories...

And you can't wait to create new ones, even better, with the amazing man sitting next to you.

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January 12, 2020 Sunday

I knocked on Dacre’s apartment door as I clutched the sleeve of my leather jacket with my free hand. Fixating my eyes on his plant that he had outside his door, it was almost as tall as me and beautifully kept.

I turned my attention back to his door as I heard the turning of locks and a jangle of the doorknob.

“Hey (Y/N) thank you for coming over in such short notice.” He greeted me with a warm smile. His dazzling blues hypnotizing me. His facial hair was sharp and maintained, it was for his role in our movie together.

“No prob, D. It wasn’t out of my way.”

He opened up his door wider, ushering me to come inside. It was my first time in his home. Neutral colors, paintings, a black piano and stacks of books. I followed him into his crisp organized kitchen as I sat down at his kitchen island.

“Can I offer you something to drink? Water? I have some tea brewing right now if you’d like?” He rested his palms on the granite his smile never fading.

“Tea is fine, thank you.” I returned his smile.

I watched him walk over to his cabinets and retrieve two periwinkle mugs. I couldn’t help but to look at his body. His khaki pants and navy blue long sleeve fitting him in all the right places.

The thing about Dacre was he was the sweetest man, respectful, hard working, real salt of the earth. But me? I spoke my mind to the media. I stood for women’s rights, trans rights, immigration, I was against our president, I had a big mouth and big opinions, something Hollywood cringed at. I was a black sheep, until Dacre came around.

I was struggling finding work in the business because of my ‘no fucks given’ attitude, and that marked me in Hollywood. But one day I had gotten a call from Dacre’s manager, he wanted to meet with me. He wanted me to be his Co-Star in a movie he was putting together. He said he loved my acting and that I was perfect for this role, and that’s how things got to here today.

The whistling of the pot interrupted my private thoughts. I watched Dacre pour the water into our mugs, he made it seem so intriguing, like an art.

“Here’s some honey and lemon, help yourself.” He set down the mug in front of me along with the tray.

I poured some honey and a dash of lemon into my mug, stirring it with a spoon that was on the tray, Dacre doing the same.

I wrapped my hands on the mug, my rings making a clinging sound as they hit the sides. I took slow sips making sure I didn’t burn my mouth, I eyed the swirling steam radiating. I looked at my chipped green painted nails, as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

I recall when I first saw Dacre and I had fallen in love with his character in Stranger Things. From there I followed his work, I developed a crush on him. I kept things professional between us though. To be quite honest I wouldn’t take him to be interesting in me. I was the opposite of him. I wasn’t a poetic person, not musically talented, I was loud and had a morbid sense of humor.

The little time I’ve spent with him on set I’ve noticed his ways. He liked to keep poetry books, teas and he really liked to listen to John Mayer. Really the only thing we had in common was that we were both actors.

“I really appreciate you coming over and going over the script with me.”

“It’s no problem, I mean it’s my job right?” I replied with a soft chuckle.

“So what I wanted to go over is the new scene I wrote.” He smiled warmly at me as he walked over to where he kept the scripts.

He always radiated kindness, a trait that made me fall head over heels. It was refreshing to meet someone who was kind and wasn’t full of themselves which was a dime a dozen in the business.

I flipped over the pages, skimming the sentences until a scene caught my attention. Originally our characters weren’t going to kiss or develop a romantic relationship but Dacre felt it would be better if they did. Luckily for me that means I would get to kiss D.

“So we talked about the changes but I wanted to try out the scene if that’s alright with you?”

“Yeah, of course. Where should we start from?” My eyes never leaving the script.

“Page 31 should be good.”

I looked at the page number on the corner doing a double take as I flipped the page back and forth. I was on the right page this entire time, he wanted to start right off the bat on the kissing scene. I tried to play it cool, not wanting to seem so obvious.

- Page 31 -

INT. SHELLY’S & MATT’S MOTEL ROOM - MIDNIGHT

Matt is on the motel floor with Shelly. He is bandaging her arm. Shelly raises her hand and turns her head to look at Matt.

Matt finishes bandaging her arm. He turns to Shelly. Matt and Shelly both lean in. They both kiss. The sound of rain is heard outside.

SHELLY SANDERS

(quietly)

You said you would never fall in love with me.

MATT WILLIAMS

(laughing)

You are going to be the death of me.

They both rest their foreheads against each other. The sound of rain becoming louder. Thunder can be heard.

EXT. SCENE

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“Not bad for our first rehearsal. I’m just disappointed it wasn’t longer.” I chuckled, hopefully Dacre didn’t think I was being desperate.

“You think it would be better if it was a longer kiss?” He looked at me with his piercing blue eyes, I swore my legs almost gave out on me.

“I mean I wou-.”

I was caught off from Dacre’s lips crashing onto mine, his hands cupping the both sides of my face. His facial hair tickling my skin, my nose inhaled all of him, not wanting to forget this moment.

I felt as time was slow and fast all at once, those cheesy scenes in movies made sense.

He shoved his tongue down my throat, his spit mixing with mine. It was turning me on and it didn’t help that his cock was pressing into my thigh. My hand tangled itself into his hair as I deepened the kiss.

We finally pulled away as we desperately sucked in air, I saw our spit make a bridge between the both of us. Dacre reached out and wiped the spit off my lips with his thumb, he used the same thumb to wipe his spit. How I loved seeing his lips be plump and pink from the makeout.

“So should we write that into the script?” Maybe I can play it off.

“(Y/N) I can’t deny my feelings for you any longer. I really wanted to keep things professional between us but I can’t stand the thought of someone else having you.”

I was a little shook, this was a side of Dacre I’ve never seen. It was hot, like possessive lust.

“Oh yeah? How do you know I’m interested in you?”

‘Great (Y/N) way to ruin the foreplay.’ I mentally slapped myself.

“I see the way you look at me. I know you feel the same.” He towered over me as he pushed a stray hair behind my ear exposing the multiple ear jewelry I had on.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

He smirked.

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