From shit to spectacular
This is a little imagine for @spidey-the-killer-queen after her shit day at class. It was a little rushed at 130 in the morning but ITs fINe. Love you 😍
Pairing: Reader x Dacre Montgomery
Today had been a shit day. It was your first official day of classes for your Master’s degree at NYU. You’d missed the bus, the train was down, and you’d forgotten your wallet. By the time you’d gone back to your apartment, you were already nearly an hour late to your first lecture.
Traffic was shit and your Uber driver wouldn’t shut up. Your headphones busted, and your laptop died. To add onto your already shitty day, Dacre had to stay late for some GQ photoshoot and interview for a five page spread.
You’d made it home and had flopped onto the bed, still fully clothed with shoes on. How were you going to survive the rest of your grad school if you couldn’t even handle the first day? Would the thousands of dollars of debt be worth all this shit? You let the tears soak your pillow as you drifted into a dreamless sleep, not caring that it was still daylight out.
You kicked out unexpectedly at something tickling your bare foot. A loud, obnoxious grunt brought you to full consciousness. You lazily rolled over and let one eye stay closed as you looked down your body at your boyfriend.
“Hey baby, how was your first day at big kid school?” You let Dacre pull off your other shoe and sock, staying quiet.
“I was a bit worried when you didn’t return my call. But now I see you have just worked so hard.” Dacre moved up your limp body and with no help from you, pulled your jeans down your legs. He left little kisses up your legs, and you slightly pulled away.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I haven’t shaved.”
“You know that doesn’t bother me. Long as those leg hairs don’t get longer than mine.” His wink and grin almost brought a smile to your face but you just couldn’t convince your muscles to move.
“Okay, now I know something is wrong. Because I’m extremely hilarious. That’s why you’re dating me.”
“I’m just not in the mood, Dacre.” He backed off a bit and looked at you. His brow was heavy over his steel blue eyes as he let them admire you. Your slightly hairy legs, old band tee, and spider-man underwear. When your eyes met, his worried brow disappeared.
“Tell me what happened, love. I can’t help if I don’t know what to fix. Who do I have to kill?”
“I just had a shit day and if I start talking about it I’m gonna cry and I don’t want to annoy you because I know you had a longer and harder day than I did and I just feel guilty because you work so hard and I don’t have a job and you’re paying for literally everything and I just. UGH.” You didn’t take a breath until you finished your sentence.
“My day wasn’t that hard, I got to brag about you to the interviewer. And every time the weird photographer told me to give sex eyes I just imagined you.” You smiled softly at his last statement. He had ignored the comment about him paying for most of your expenses.
You’d had this conversation before. He wanted to support you so you could achieve your dream. After all- he always brought up- you’d supported the two of you when he was a struggling actor, put off your schooling to work three jobs while he was still up and coming.
“Tell you what, you tell me about your shit day, and I’ll give you the inside scoop on what I told the interviewer. The article won’t be out until next week. You can gossip with all your friends.” You sighed and let Dacre pull you into his arms. You leaned back and listened to his strong, steady heartbeat for a moment before you started.
“I woke up late, missed the bus. The train was fucked up for some reason. Then I forgot my fucking wallet and had to turn around because I didn’t pack a lunch and didn’t have any cash on me. So then, once I came back, I called an Uber and traffic fucking sucked, and then my phone and my laptop died. So I had to ask a total complete stranger to email me her notes. It just- fucking sucked! I’m not even sure I want to get my masters after today.” You smacked Dacre on the arm as his rumbling laughter came from behind you. You roughly wiped tears from your face.
“That does sound like a horrible day, baby. I’m so sorry. But-“ Dacre gently unraveled from behind you and went to the closet. You moved to the edge of the bed and sat cross-legged, watching your boyfriend sort through his suit jackets. After a moment, he bowed his head and took an audible breath before letting it out slowly. He turned around, hiding something behind his back and walked up to you. He kneeled down in front of you and kissed you.
“This was supposed to happen in a much more romantic way, in Long Island this weekend, but seeing as you had a shit day...” He pulled his hands from behind his back and opened a tiffany blue box with Cartier embossed in silver on the top. You suddenly forgot how to breathe.
“Y/N. You are my absolute world. Without you, I’d never be able to do what I do. Every time I get down, you pick me up, no questions asked. I couldn’t imagine my life without you. Even on the days when I’ve done something to piss you off, you light up my world.
“If you want to quit school and just be my arm candy, I’d be happy. But I think you’d look amazing with a grad cap on your gorgeous head. I really don’t care what you choose, as long as it’s with me, with my ring on your hand.” You sat there... staring at the absolute unit in the small box.
“Do I have to say the actual words, or?” You shook yourself and immediately started crying and shaking.
“Yes.”
“Er- ok, baby, will you mar-“
“No, no. I mean- yes I’ll marry you, you spoon.” Dacre smiled wide and slid the ring on your finger. Both of you were crying now, and hugging. And kissing. You finally pulled yourself away and held him at arm’s length.
“Wait, so some stranger knew that you were gonna propose to me before I did?”
“I mean, I asked your dad too! Plus, you’ll have to get used to strangers finding all our dirty secrets out if you’re gonna be Mrs. Montgomery.” You smiled as wide as you could, shaking your head at this grown ass man-child.
“I love you.” You didn’t hide the laughter in your words.
“I love you too baby.”