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nohoney · 3 years

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I Just Want It To Be Us - 1.2

warnings: 18+, drug use, toxic relationships, cheating, angst

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He kisses you back, pulling you closer against his body and groaning as you swipe your tongue against his and gently bite his bottom lip. The only person you’ve kissed while rolling was Dabi and while he can be tender if he felt like it, there’s no way that it could match Keigo’s softness in this moment.

You’re caught up in the kiss, you’ve reached the peak and you think about taking another quarter to continue the roll.

1.1 ✧ 1.2 ✧ 1.3

You’re pretty much with Keigo the entire time, he sticks by your side and tries to distract you the best he can whenever you see Dabi put his arms around another girl and conducting his business. He subtly passes contraband either into their low cut shirts as he leans over to whisper in their ear or stick it in the back pocket of their pants and giving them a not so subtle pat. And when you watch Dabi lead the girls to a different part of the house, Keigo’s quick to try to take the edge off.

There was plenty of male customers Dabi sold to but the fucking girls…

Keigo tried to offer you weed but you bitterly declined it, it was just going to make you angry and sleepy. He offered shots and it helped a little but then you started hitting it too hard so he had to stop you. In a hidden corner of the house and with the little mirror in your purse, Keigo cuts lines of cocaine for you and him to partake together.

You inhale your line and press the tip of your finger into the stray powders, wiping it onto your gums and can already feel your mouth numbing.

Dabi’s shit is good, this is the closest you can be to him right now while he’s busy.

Keigo does his own line and gums the cocaine too. “You want another, dove?” he asks, tacking on the cute little pet name he’s called you since you first met him.

Thank goodness he doesn’t feen, another reason why Dabi is friends with him.

You shake your head and put your gram away for now, just barely halfway through it. You don’t want to freak out every single time you see your boyfriend interact with a girl. It’s not like every single one he’s interacted with he’s fucking them, most of them he just does his sale and moves onto the next. But when you happen to see him walk away with his arm around their waist, you flare up all over again; it’s one thing to know it, it’s another thing to see it in person.

That’s the third one you’ve seen Dabi walk away with.

“Never mind, make me another.”

It’s a command this time rather than asking him and that’s when Keigo knows that you need to take it easy. “You know what, let’s wait for a little.” he suggests to you and you know he’s right but you’re so frustrated that it feels like more cocaine is the only way to help ease you. Then you think about the little pink tablet that Dabi also gave you, Keigo knows you have it but you haven’t mentioned taking it at all.

You’re not sure if Keigo would be okay with letting you mix in the condition you are now, especially since you’ve never done it before.

So you ask him to get you a bottle of water and he tells you to stay put while he goes to the garage to fetch you a new one. You really will need it, ecstasy makes you dehydrated so it was better that you have the water on hand. You quarter the tablet and swallow it dry, the taste a little gross but Keigo returns just in time with the bottle and you take a big gulp. The rest of the tablet is put into the pocket of your pants, just in case you need to prolong the roll.

It’s close to one in the morning, still early for the party and the energy hasn’t dipped yet. But while the party hasn’t plateaued yet, you feel yourself level out, you’re no longer tense. The cocaine keeps you awake but the quarter of ecstasy is keeping you at ease. At first Keigo thinks that you finally relaxed and he’s happy about it at first. Then he sees how handsy you’re getting, touching people’s elbows or shoving your palm into the softest pillows on the couch, how you press yourself against his side and run your hand through his blond hair. He takes a good look at your eyes and it clicks in his head.

“When the hell did you take ecstasy? I’ve been with you the entire time.” he asks, not upset at you but just curious how you were able to sneak it past him.

“When I asked you for the first bottle of water. I took a quarter, still have the rest with me.” you answer him honestly. You pull out your compact mirror from your bag and look at your eyes, your pupils blown and you’re so fascinated by the sight that you almost forget where you are until he pats your shoulder. “Mad at me?” you ask cutely, pouting and batting your lashes at him.

Keigo shakes his head and leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Nah, you should have just told me that way I knew I had to tripsit.”

You watch as he pulls out his own tablet and breaks his in half, popping it in his mouth and chasing it with a swig of water. “When did you start feeling it?”

“Maybe like twenty-sh minutes ago, I haven’t peaked yet. I was thinking of taking another quarter later on.”

“Let me know and I’ll take my other half.”

For the first time since coming to the party you’re finally relaxed, sitting on Keigo’s lap while your hands wander up his body. You touch his arms, poke at his chest, pet his hair and rub at his back, every once in a while you lean down to kiss his cheek. In return he’s just as affectionate, he keeps you comfortable in his lap, making sure you drink water, reminds you to unclench your jaw and feeds you sticks of gum, massages your head and back, and keeps watch when you take a pee break you didn’t even know that you needed. It feels good to have Keigo with you, taking care of you, keeping your mind occupied and making you feel like a princess. But it starts to get hot inside the house so you hold his hand as you walk out to the backyard to get some fresh air.

There’s a pool in the back, a few of the party goers swimming in it and it looks inviting. Keigo keeps you to his side with his arm around your waist, tucked tight against his body and secure. He feels good, he makes you feel safe, you love having him around you but you miss Dabi. You haven’t seen him since walking through the doors, giving you a lingering kiss before walking off.

“Where’s Dabi? I want Dabi.” you whine into Keigo’s neck but also fan your face with your free hand.

He rubs your back and tells you to stay where you are so that he can go fetch Dabi.

You lean against the wall, eyes forward as you watch the dips of water inside the pool. You know you should stay put like Keigo told you to but it’s hot and you know that the pool water is cold. He’s gone back inside to fetch Dabi, Dabi who’s probably still busy, probably busy giving his dick to another girl and he hasn’t checked up on you once since arriving to the party…

Your body flares up, feeling warm all over again and you start peeling off your clothes. You toe off your shoes and stuff your socks inside them, you drop your purse right next to your shoes and shimmy out of your pants. The nearby partygoers whistle as you strip but you hardly pay any attention to them. Your shirt joins your heap of clothes on the floor and you walk towards the pool, reaching behind you to undo the clasp of your bra because the stupid underwire is bothering you. And just right when it gets unhooked…

“Hey whoa! Let’s get you dressed dove, yeah? Can’t have you just showing off your goodies, not everyone here is a friend you know…” Keigo clasps your bra for you and gently pulls you by your wrist. “Come on, I told Dabi to meet us out here. He’ll be out in a moment alright? Come on, let’s be a good girl and get your pants on first.”

It’s quite the sight for the people around at the pool to watch Keigo help put your clothes back on, some of them booing at him. He pays them no mind and holds your pants steady as you try to stick your legs into the pant legs, holding onto his shoulders for support. You button yourself up and lean against the wall, touching your neck with the back of your hand and feeling how warm you are. Keigo is knelt down by your feet and helping you get your shoes on, telling you that you’re fine and Dabi is coming out soon. He’s talking but you’re not paying much attention, shutting your eyes and just wanting to go stick your head in a freezer.

Keigo is holding up your shirt, telling you to raise your arms so that he can slip it on you. Instead he catches you as you lean forward and fall into his arms, his warmth both a comfort but also suffocating with how hot you feel at the moment. You look up into his eyes, finding his pupils just as wide and dilated as yours; he’s so composed for someone also on ecstasy though to be fair he has much more experience than you. “Hey pretty thing.” he coos to you, his hands squeezing your waist.

“You’re so good Keigo… I love you so much.” you tell him, a rush of tenderness suddenly pouring out. He’s taken care of you this entire time, he always looks out for you whenever the two of you are together and you always have such a good time with him. You’ve always thought he was so handsome and charming, any person would be lucky to be snagged by him. “I’m so glad that we met Keigo, I’m so happy you’re in my life.”

He smiles down at you and kisses your forehead. “I’m glad we met too (Name).”

You put a hand on the back of Keigo’s head and push him down to meet you in a kiss, somewhat surprised that he’s not fighting it. In fact he’s rather enthusiastic and there’s no complaints from you. He kisses you back, pulling you closer against his body and groaning as you swipe your tongue against his and gently bite his bottom lip. The only person you’ve kissed while rolling was Dabi and while he can be tender if he felt like it, there’s no way that it could match Keigo’s softness in this moment.

You’re caught up in the kiss, you’ve reached the peak and you think about taking another quarter to continue the roll.

The kiss with Keigo begins to feel a bit different, his lips aren’t as soft, his hands dropping to your ass and roughly squeezing you like the way Dabi does, you reach up to run a hand through his blond hair but the texture feels different, feels a little drier compared to before, it kind of feels like…

You pull back to realize that you’re kissing Dabi.

“Fuck.” you simply say, your face warming up once again. You really hadn’t noticed that apparently Keigo had deposited you towards Dabi once he arrived, switching you over to him mid-kiss. You touch your bottom lip with the tips of your fingers and look up at your boyfriend, the first time you’ve seen him since arriving at the party. “You need chapstick.”

Dabi chuckles out a ‘sorry’, not bothered at all that you were kissing his closest friend. He asks Keigo for your shirt and he’s instructing you to raise your arms to help you put your shirt on. You do as told and adjust it, pulling at the hem of your shirt and fixing your appearance. You feel happy to see him at first, wanting to smother him in kisses and be in his embrace, but your eyes look up to Dabi and catch sight of a mark on his neck. Reaching up, you hope that it’s smeared lipstick but that it turns out to be a hickey.

Your high is ruined.

Dabi touches the spot where your fingers were and growls quietly, “Fucking bitch, I told that cunt not to leave any marks.”

“I haven’t seen you since we got here Dabi. It couldn’t kill you to at least stop by and see me. Are you that busy?” you ask him rather curtly. Inside you feel angry but the ecstasy is preventing you from showing it fully.

Resentment and jealousy, you were sure such emotions would be coming out in full force if you were sober.

“Don’t be like that doll, you know I put you in good hands. Keigo was taking care of you the entire time, you knew that I was going to be busy when you came here with me. So don’t act like a fucking brat, I don’t need to give you attention 24/7 (Name).” Dabi bites out, his brows furrowing in irritation; he doesn’t want to have this talk. “Don’t act so clingy, it’s not a good look for you.”

You scoff at Dabi and cross your arms over your chest. “I’m not asking for attention 24/7 Dabi. I’m just saying it would have been nice to come see your girlfriend in between your whores.”

“Fucking Christ, this shit again? I already told you that you’re most important to me, they don’t mean fucking anything to me.”

“Well right now I don’t feel like I mean anything to you, like you don’t fucking care about me.”

Dabi grabs you by your bicep and pulls you close, turquoise eyes glaring down at you and his nostrils flared. “How many times have we gone over this? I’m getting sick and tired of you acting like a brat every time this comes up, I keep having to reassure you but you don’t want to believe me. And if that’s going to be the case then let’s make those words of yours come true.”

His words hit you…

Did he just break up with you?

Keigo gets in between the two of you, separating Dabi’s hand from your arm and trying to reason with his friend. You don’t hear anything Keigo is saying in your defense and trying to have Dabi understand your perspective at least a little bit. You’re grabbing your purse from off the ground and head back inside the house, it’s disgustingly warm with all the bodies indoors but you don’t want to breathe same air as Dabi right now. You snatch a bottle off the liquor table and make your way into the house, trying to find an empty room.

A couple is leaving one so you’re quick to take up vacancy and lock the door behind you. Dropping to the floor, you pull the cap off whatever bottle you grabbed and tip it towards your lips. It’s whiskey, you fucking hate whiskey but you’re not about to go back out there just to swap to a different alcohol. Anything will do to numb out what just happened between you and Dabi.

You haven’t been dating long, you said so yourself that you’re not sure if he’s someone you can be together for the long-term yet it hurt so much that he was just so ready to drop you. Didn’t he get why you were upset? Yeah maybe you could try to be less jealous whenever he goes out to his female customers, but didn’t he get that all you wanted was just for him to check up on you? Make you feel like you’re his girlfriend before going back to shagging his whores? Was it too much to ask?

You reach into your pocket and pull out the two little baggies; one with the half gram of coke left and the rest of the ecstasy tablet.

Your peak is fucking ruined and it’s all Dabi’s fault.

The whiskey is disgusting, the burn down your throat is unpleasant, it’s not helping but you take another shot of it regardless.

“Fucking hell…” you groan to yourself, “Dabi, Dabi, Dabi! Fuck you Dabi!”

You look between the cocaine and the ecstasy.

The cocaine looks inviting but you know it will just send you on edge. But the burn in your nostril when you snort a line will give you a satisfaction that no other drug could give you. It will keep you awake, keep your mind going, maybe you need to stay up to really think about your relationship with Dabi. With your peak reached but in ruins, the cocaine might just run you raggedy…

You want to feel good again though and just feel everything soft against your skin and forget about the fight. You want to be held, to be kissed, to be touched and you want to feel safe. But the vibe is ruined, even if you take the ecstasy there’s no stimulus to help you feel better, your emotions are all over the place. You’ll still stew in your own thoughts over the fight and despair all by your lonesome. All you’ll be doing is just clenching your jaw in this room and-

You slap yourself in the face, trying to remember to unclench your jaw otherwise your gums will get sore and your teeth will ache. There’s no gum to keep your mouth busy and no water to keep you hydrated. The room you’re in doesn’t have an en suite so you can’t even drink from a fucking faucet.

You want to feel good, you want to feel happy, you want to be angry, you want to sit in your own misery. You want to sleep but you have to stay awake and ride out the rest of the roll otherwise you’ll feel horrible, the come down will be even worse when you try to sleep it off. If you stay awake though, you know you’ll just end up frying your nerves.

No matter what, all your options are shit so you decide, “Fuck it.”

You prep two lines and snort them both, a nostril each, then you take a big quarter of the tablet and wash it down with the whiskey. You’ll deal with the consequences of mixing later on, nothing feels right and everything is shit.

It’s too fucking hot and you strip off your clothes once again.

That couple from before probably fucked on the bed but you can’t being yourself to care. You crawl under the blankets and go into a fetal position, it’s the safest you feel right now. You can hear your phone ringing but you don’t bother to answer it. It’s so hot but you don’t want to leave the safety of the blanket, you’re thirsty as hell but there’s no water to quench your thirst, your jaw hurts from clenching but you don’t have anything to relieve it, you feel paranoid, you feel alone, you feel-

“Christ, she’s still here in the house! I found her in one of the rooms, I had to bust it open though to get in.” you hear Keigo as he pulls the blanket off of you. He sees that you’re naked beneath the blanket and covers you back up immediately, leaving your head peaked out. You can only hear Keigo so you assume that Dabi isn’t with him, probably on the phone somewhere else. “(Name), what did you do?”

“Whiskey, two lines, another quarter.” you answer, you don’t sound like yourself right now. Your eyes feel exhausted yet your body is wired, it won’t let you fall asleep.

Keigo’s hand goes to your forehead and he pats your shoulder as he speaks into his phone. “She did two lines and took another quarter of the ecstasy, she drank a little bit too. She’s burning up.”

Keigo is rubbing your shoulder in comfort, cooing into your ear and telling you to get up. He says he’s going to take you away from the party, trying to pull you up from the bed to get you dressed but you keep shaking him off. You don’t cooperate with him, you don’t want to be taken care of, you want to be alone and miserable. You press your face into a pillow and wail into it, hot tears soaking the fabric and your head starting to ache.

Something cold presses to the back of your neck.

You hiccup into the pillow and turn your head to peak one eye out.

It’s Dabi holding a bottle of water in his hand, his face set in a frown but he looks worried. He’s the last person you want to see so you turn your face back into the pillow and sniffle into it. You hear Keigo and Dabi talking to each other, you don’t bother to pay attention to their words.

“Get up (Name).” Keigo gently tells you, his hands on your shoulders and trying to pry you off the bed. He’s pleading with you, telling you that he just want to take care of you and make sure that you’re safe. The more he speaks those sweet words, the more you begin to cooperate, slowly sitting up in the bed. You know that Dabi is in the room with you but you pay him no attention, Keigo being the one to tend to you. You’re sniffling as Keigo helps you dress back in your clothes, all the while telling you how good you are and reassuring you that you’re going to be fine, he gives you little kisses to help calm your nerves.

Dabi approaches you while Keigo steps back.

You whine for Keigo, looking to him with pleading eyes as he backs away and out of the room.

“You’ll be fine dove, Dabi has something he needs to say to you.” he tells you, sending you a reassuring smile before stepping out the room.

You sit on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in your lap and looking down at your feet. Dabi kneels in front of you, holding out the bottle of water to you. You hesitantly take it and press the cold plastic to your neck. Twisting the cap off, you take several gulps of water and feel a little bit better.

His large hand goes to your knee, his fingers squeezing slightly. “I should have checked up on you, just like you said.”

You look up at Dabi, his own jaw clenched in what appears to be shame. You’d never seen him look so indignant before but he continues on. “I’m just used to operating on my own when I go to these things, never having to check in with anyone. I thought that if Keigo was here to take care of you then it would be good enough. I was wrong babydoll.”

Ah babydoll, Dabi’s only said that a handful of times and it was only when you were extremely angry with him and he was trying to make up with you.

“(Name), you’re most important to me. I mean it when I say that none of the others mean anything to me, they're nothing.” he tells you once again with more conviction that you've ever heard him speak with. But you shrug your shoulders, it just hurts that you can’t have all of him. You’re his favorite he says, they mean nothing to him he says. You question why you’re hurting so much over this one guy. The relationship is still new enough that you can pull out before things get too serious, before you get too invested and get yourself hurt even more.

You sigh and your shoulders deflate, you’re emotionally exhausted and you just want it to end. “Look Dabi-” you start but he interrupts you.

“Touya.”

“What?” you ask, looking up into turquoise eyes.

“When we’re alone like this, it’s Touya babydoll.”

“… Okay and?”

Dabi sighs and helps pull you to stand to your feet. “Babydoll, you should feel special. Barely anyone gets to call me Touya outside of my family. It’s a right reserved for the special few, Keigo gets to call me Touya.”

You press your lips into a line, disbelieving. “I’ve never heard him call you Touya ever.”

“Same rule applies doll, only if we’re alone like this you and him get to call me Touya. With everyone else, it’s Dabi.” he explains.

“Okay so? I’m supposed to feel ‘special’ because you’re allowing me to call you by your birth name? That's supposed to be a supplement for trying to make me feel better? That apparently now I'm in your inner circle after all this time together?" you sigh out frustratingly and run a hand through your hair. "Look, I can't deal with this Dabi-”

“Touya.” he corrects.

“Whatever. It still doesn’t change anything, you’re still going to have your side whores, customers, whatever the fuck they are to you. You’re not ever going to completely belong to me, it’s so obvious. I have you but I don’t get all of you!” you tell Dabi, you feel your nerves getting frayed once again and you’re just about ready to collapse on the bed and unravel all over again. But strong hands hold you steady in your place and you’re pulled into a tender kiss that you know you should pull away from. You should push him away, break up with him and move on.

And yet you don't want to break up with him. If any of your friends were in your situation, you'd be telling them to get a different guy, a guy who's not a drug dealer and doesn't have side whores. You would tell them that they'd be stupid to stay in such a relationship with such a glaring red flag. The logic is laid out in your head but you don't listen to it. You wonder if you’re as special as he says you are to him. The best decision would be to drop him but he makes you weak in the way he pulls back from the kiss and whispers against your lips, “Call me Touya doll, call me Touya.”

It’s so fucking intimate the way he says it, you hate how it makes you head over heels for him.

“Dabi.” you try to be stubborn still.

He can just be as stubborn too.

“Touya.” he insists, curling his hand over your throat while his arm goes to your waist to pull you flush against him. He knows you love when he has you by the throat, slowly squeezing and cutting off your airway, gets your heart racing for him and asking him to do it harder. It feels good when you’re sober, feels even better on ecstasy. He insists still, “Touya, I’m Touya.”

It’s not fair as he leans over to kiss you again while he’s choking you, the pressure adding onto your throat and your heart beating in anticipation and desire. It’s making you weaker and weaker for him, you want him to do more to you. There’s a breathless ‘please’ that leaves your lips, he knows what you’re asking for but Dabi won’t give it to you until you give him what he wants. It’s no longer sweet insisting at this point, it’s a hard command. “Touya, say it.”

“Touya…” you finally whisper.

“Good girl.”

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essieeeeeeeee · 5 years

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here, have a thing that nobody asked for but I wrote anyway.

shobbs rom-com hollywood au, part 2.

(also, for reference - didn’t want to have to deal with the “TWO MALE LOVE INTERESTS?? OH THE HETEROSEXUAL HORRORRRRRR” in this fic, so let’s say the majority of the world population here is bisexual and it wouldn’t be groundbreaking to have the roles filled that way, ok? ok. yay world-building.

also also, I’ve de-aged Deckard a bit [which is kind of hilarious, because the F&F franchise has already de-aged him from Jason Statham’s age to 46] in order to make he and Hattie’s age gap not so large, so say he’s about *handwave* 40 in this one or something.)

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It’s a strange feeling, being back on set after so long away.

The hustle of crew members to and fro is a familiar rhythm, though, and Deckard watches it from the solitude of his spot against a far wall. An occasional roving stagehand gives him the side-eye, but overall he’s left alone, and for the most part ignored. That suits Shaw just fine - he’d always been a bit of a loner in the studios, even on the bigger budget films he’d been a part of, and he has no interest in changing that now.

There was some rather specific company he’d like to avoid here, anyways.

Deckard allows himself one more sweep of his gaze over the crowd - and, yes, still no hulking figures in sight, thank Christ - before glancing back down at the script in his hands.

It had obviously been through some edits since the copy that’d been sent with his contract. Shaw didn’t mind; it was a solid bit of writing then, and perhaps even more so now. The wit behind the lines was coy and humorous in a way that he knew the audience would appreciate, and there were plenty of spots where a little improvisation could work well.

The only issue he had was who he’d have to say these lines to.

“Reading your script?”

Shaw barely keeps himself from startling as Hattie is suddenly at his side, hooking her arm into the crook of his elbow. She smiles up at him; it’s got a wavering, nervous twitch to it, and Deckard is instantly suspicious.

“Perfect. Wonderful. Are you dehydrated? You look dehydrated. We should get you some water immediately,” she babbles, and suddenly he’s being pulled away from his spot and firmly guided in the direction of catering.

Deckard narrows his eyes.

“Hattie…”

“Hydration is important, Decks,” she says primly, refusing to look him in the eye while continuing to march them forward. Deckard looks to the ceiling in a silent prayer for patience.

“Alright, what are you on about?”

She puts a hand to her chest, as though offended.

“Can’t imagine what you mean - just trying to keep my brother from dehydration -” Hattie demures, eyes wide, innocent as the day she was born. But Deckard is a big brother, and he knows for a fact that his sister was a devil from the moment of conception, so that bullshit doesn’t fly with him.

“Hats,” he snaps, and stops in his tracks, forcing her to halt with him. "Touched as I am by your concern for the state of my piss - cut the shit. What's going on?"

Hattie wrinkles her nose. “That’s disgusting,” she huffs, unlinking herself from him and crossing her arms. And then, suddenly, the uncomfortable fidgeting starts, and Deckard’s eyes narrow even further.

His sister being nervous was never a good sign; twelve times out of ten, it meant some sort of shit for him specifically.

"You remember how Roman Pearce was supposed to be taking the third starring role?" she blurts abruptly, chewing on her lip. Deckard’s frown deepens into a sneer.

"I'm assuming that means the idiot backed out," he replies flatly. Pearce had never really liked him much after the Toretto incident; Deckard was honestly surprised when he'd heard that the man had even signed onto this project to begin with. The news of his bowing out wasn’t that shocking, all things considered.

It still didn’t explain why his sister was acting like a fucking spooked cat, though.

"Yes, well - oh shit-" Hattie hisses, eyes widening at something behind him. But before he can turn to look -

“Deckard Shaw!” a voice booms out from over his shoulder.

Deckard instantly stiffens.

A hand - large, heavy, familiar - finds itself on his shoulder. Shaw is somewhat proud of the monumental restraint it takes not to rip it the fuck off.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” the deep voice chuckles from beside him. “Been lookin’ all over the studio for you.”

Shaw swallows down the nasty reply that rises automatically to the tip of his tongue, and grimly locks eyes with his ex as the man circles round in front of him.

“Brixton,” he acknowledges numbly. The other man’s hand is still a firm and steady pressure against Deckard’s shoulder, and he hates it.

“Decks,” Brixton murmurs, eyes flicking over Deckard’s face. His tongue appears briefly to wet his bottom lip. “Been a long time, hasn’t it? Four years now, that right?”

Five, Shaw thinks, but refuses to say it, because he wasn’t fucking counting, goddamnit. He offers a tight smile in reply instead. Brixton’s knowing grin widens at the sight of it.

Deckard wonders, briefly, how much trouble he’d be in if he ended up punching another big-name star in the mouth.

He’s sure Hattie would cover for him, if nothing else.

As though catching on to Deckard’s thoughts, Brixton’s gaze drifts over to his sister, and his smile takes on an edge of bitterness. The man offers her a nod.

"Hattie," he murmurs in greeting.

"Deckard's ex,” his sister drawls in return. Brixton’s smile falters momentarily into a sneer before he laughs.

"Ah, no hard feelings on all'a that, right luv?” Lore’s hand squeezes Deckard’s shoulder, and Deckard again ponders the merits of inflicting severe bodily harm. “We're all adults here."

"Hm," Hattie humms, as though unconvinced, gaze flicking up and down the other man. Brixton's lips tighten.

“What are you doing here, Brixton?” Deckard snaps, interrupting the two’s pissing contest. He grows wary as the other man’s gaze jumps back to him and Brixton’s smile turns mean.

“What, you ‘aven’t heard?” he asks, amused.

And, Oh. Oh no, Deckard thinks. Dread prickles sharply at the nape of his neck.

Suddenly he understands what his sister had been trying to warn him about.

“They hired you as the third lead,” he answers dully, and as Brixton’s smirk confirms it, a feeling of numbness crawls over Deckard.

What the fuck, he thinks bitterly. What the ever-shitting FUCK is my fucking life.

He clenches his jaw and smiles tightly at Hattie, murder in his eyes. She makes a face back that clearly states ‘how the fuck was I supposed to know?’

“Got it in one,” Brixton chuckles, patting Shaw’s shoulder with the hand that still won’t let the fuck go. His eyes meet Deckard’s, and suddenly Brixton’s gaze is intent, burning, and the smile drops from his mouth as he stares. Deckard feels caught in it; he tenses.

“Looks like it’ll be just like old times, won’t it Decks?” he murmurs lowly, gaze flitting back and forth between Deckard’s eyes. “You and me? We should talk sometime.”

Shaw stays silent; he can feel Hattie’s frown of disgust, but Brixton’s always been overwhelming when he gets like this, and Deckard has never really been able to find a way to overcome that.

So he nods, stiffly, and Brixton smiles, giving another strong squeeze to Deckard’s shoulder before finally withdrawing his hand. The man takes a step back before clapping his hands together.

“Good catchin’ up with ya, Decks. Hattie,” his lip curls as he glances at her briefly. Hattie smiles sarcastically back. “Got a few things to take care of before the meetin’, but we’ll go for drinks later, yeah?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before walking away with a swagger in his step.

The tense atmosphere doesn’t quite leave with him. It’s quiet between the two siblings for a few moments after Brixton’s gone; Deckard takes the pause to unclench the fists that he’d unknowingly made at his sides.

Finally, he raises his eyes to Hattie, and the anger in them is obvious. She flinches.

“Decks, I - I’m so sorry -”

“Just give me ten minutes,” he snaps, dragging a hand down his face. He can’t look at her right now without the raging urge to shout welling up in him. So instead he turns away, and starts moving in the opposite direction Brixton had swaggered off to.

“... we have a meeting in twenty -”

“Ten FUCKING minutes, Hattie!” Deckard snarls, stalking off without another glance behind him.

(Part 3 here)

#deckard shaw #hattie shaw #brixton lore #hobbs and shaw #hobbs & shaw #shobbs romcom au #here have more awfulness #not sure how i feel about this part but whatever #what happens next??? do you know??? because i sure don't!#flying by the seat of my virgin author pants #my drabbles

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