Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 - 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

"Good morning Mister and Misses Fischbach!" The lobbyist greeted as they stood from behind the desk, "Your stylists are waiting for you in your respective dressing rooms! As is Jimmy!"

"We will be ready shortly." Damien smiled, "And this is (Y/N) (L/N), we're not-"

"Oh! I do apologize!" They frowned, with their lip trembling.

I waved with my hand to dismiss the conversation, "It's alright, simple mistake."

Damien gently grabbed my hand and pulled me to the elevator. He pressed some buttons and we started to move. I rocked on the balls of my feet, awkwardly. Damien still clutched onto my hand. His hand was nice, and warm, and he squeezed mine every now and then with confidence. I felt like I was in a haze. Then the elevator dinged, and the doors opened.

"Alright." He slowly released my hand and pointed down the hall, "Your room should be down that way, and I'll see you in an hour. Damien smiled before he spun around and left. I fiddled with my fingers for a moment before I decided to open the door. I jumped in surprise when a large clap announced itself in the room. I jerked my head, noticed a man come from around the corner.

"Finally, miss (L/N)!" He cheered. He held his hands out to me in excitement, "What a vision you are! So beautiful! So entrancing!" He spun around my body and soaked in my image, taking in every inch, "I'm Avery, and I'm so very excited to be styling you today! Please, sit!" Avery plopped me down into the black leather chair and spun me around as two women came from around the corner with combs, and makeup palettes. "Let's keep it natural, ladies!" Avery demanded, "Powerful and courageous!"

An hour had passed, and I waited backstage for Damien. The eyeshadow made my eyelids itch, and the lipstick prevented me from biting my lip out of anxiety. The liquid had dried, and my lips stuck together when my mouth closed. I hoped I didn't look like a mess.

"Are you ready?" Damien asked from behind. I spun to face him. He gave me a charming smile. Damien's black hair was slicked back to stay out of his face, and he dressed in a light grey suit, with a red, long tie. One hand rested in his pants pocket, while the other clutched the coat opening, "You look amazing." I smiled and grasped for his hand again. He squeezed gently.

"Are you nervous?" He whispered softly.

"I've never been interviewed before." I mumbled softly.

He rubbed my shoulder, charming to me, "You'll do great, I promise-"

"Alright, people! Let's go!" Someone screamed. Damien then quickly kissed my hand and pulled me onto stage. We both sat onto a long, orange couch. He placed a hand onto my knee, "It's going to be okay."

"Damien!" An older man called, "It's good to see you again, my friend."

"It's good to see you too, Jimmy." Damien shook his hand softly.

"We'll be talking about some rough topics today, so be prepared." Jimmy then sat into his seat and sipped on some water. I slipped further back into my seat and crossed my legs. Damien grabbed my hand and squeezed it again before hiding it from camera view. Camera's rolled out, and the cameramen slowly began to count aloud, till the light flashed red.

"Good morning, Los Angeles! I'm your host, Jimmy! And today, I'm accompanied by my good friend Damien Fischbach, and his business partner, (Y/N) (L/N)." Damien and I waved to the camera before turning back to Jim.

"So I've heard that you're trying to expand the business once again!" Jim smiled, "Why's that?"

"It's more of an annual thing." Damien simplified, "And we need more room for more people."

"Where is this business moving to now?"

"Tokyo, Japan! I made a very good deal over there with some great people!"

"So the recent accident hasn't affected the expansion?"

"Accident?" Damien questioned.

"The shooting..." I whispered to him. We both looked to Jimmy, who looked as sincere but gossip-hungry as ever.

"I'd rather not discuss it..." Damien sighed, "It's very-"

"(Y/N), I understand that you witnessed the start and finish of the shooting. Please describe the feeling of that experience."

"Well.." I began, clearing my throat, "It was terrifying-"

"Everyone knows that!" Jim laughed, "Your boss and multiple others were shot. Some killed. How do you feel since you weren't even harmed-"

"She was harmed." Damien snapped, with a roughness in his voice, "Maybe she wasn't shot, but she has the trauma and PTSD to go with it. She can't sleep at night, she can't step into work. She's been damaged too."

Jim looked at Damien, and anger filled his eyes from Damien's response. I quickly chimed in, "Yes, I feel guilty by not being physically harmed. Walking around, finding dead co-workers -some that I have never even met- around every corner is terrifying. I thought I'd be next. I remember praying to make it out alive, to be okay."

Jim smiled in approval, then adjusting his notes on his desk, "What was done to help the grieving families?"

"I paid -fully- for medical bills, funeral funds, and other services that are and were needed." Damien half-smiled.

"So you did this to save your business?"

"No." Damien scoffed. His eyebrows scrunched up, and his lips curled up, "They were injured on my property, in my building."

"So what about the security?" Jimmy pondered, "How did they get in?"

"It's a business building, not the Pentagon. There's no money, or important files. Only people." Damien explained, "They attacked us for no reason, maybe simply to scare us."

"We have learned from this experience. And we will improve from it." I added.

Jimmy then clapped his hands, "Well it's not like it took almost two hundred people dying for you to notice that-"

"Alright, that's enough!" Damien shouted, and stood from the couch, and pointed at Jimmy, "We came here for an interview, not to be questioned about how I run my business! Now you can take that, and shove it up your-"

"Security!" Jimmy shouted, then ordering them to shut off the cameras. Damien then threw a hand back to cover me, to stop the guards. He then held up a hand, "We'll be going now. There's no need for that."

Damien's hands clutched the steering wheel, so tightly that the knuckles on his hands turned a bright white. My hands trembled as he sped down the road.

"Damien, please relax-"

"He made me look like a fool." He yelled, "He purposely asked me those questions to damage my reputation! To damage my business. He's a snake."

"Damien, please!" You're driving, relax. It's scaring me." I cried as I placed a hand onto his forearm. He released a tight sigh, and softened his grip.

"I'm sorry. I hate it when Jimmy acts like that. He always trying to aid his stupid show, and ruin the reputations of his guest. I'm tired of it."

"I understand, Damien, I get that. But you can't let it bother you that much to the point that you're a danger to people on the road."

He sighed and pulled the vehicle into park. Damien then pulled the keys out of the ignition. We both stepped out, the breeze pushing past our bodies.

"What do you want for dinner?" Damien softly asked.

"I'm not really hungry, actually." I replied, "But I'll eat if you're hungry."

"No, no. I'm alright. I was just making sure." He smiled gently and opened the hotel lobby door for me.

"Mr. Fischbach?" The lobbyist called, "Someone has been trying to get ahold of you?"

"Uh, send the call to my room, please." He patiently ordered. Damien then gently grabbed my hand and led us to our room. I plopped down onto my bed, and Damien laid next to me.

"Long day." He huffed. I nodded slowly and rolled into a tight ball. Damien softly hummed and ran his fingers through my hair as I drifted.