•Blind~•{Eazy E X Reader Fanfic}°

first performance

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The night after the blow-up, I laid on Navira’s couch like a broken doll—silent, motionless, staring at the ceiling while the echo of Eazy’s voice played over and over in my mind.

His words didn’t just sting—they clung. I kept hearing him say I was acting “brand new,” like I had betrayed him just by trying to live in my own light.

“He really told me to get the fuck out his house,” I whispered, almost like I was trying to make sense of it all by saying it aloud.

Navira sat at the foot of the couch, rubbing my ankle gently. “I know, baby. That wasn’t okay. That was low.”

I blinked up at her, eyes glassy. “You think this is the end? Like… maybe it’s really over between us.”

She looked at me carefully, with a kind of patience only your real ones give you. “Korina… relationships ain’t just highlight reels. Y’all been close for a while, and sometimes things break before they rebuild. Every couple goes through at least one ugly fight—one that makes you question everything. This might be that one.”

“I don’t know if I want to rebuild, Navira,” I said, voice cracked. “I don’t wanna keep getting smaller just to make him feel bigger.”

Navira pulled me up so we were eye to eye. “Then don’t. You’re in your era right now. Your movie era. Your main character era. If he can’t rise with you, that ain’t your weight to carry.”

My phone buzzed—Ren texting about the meet-up we were supposed to have. I completely forgot about it. I sighed, debating whether I should even go.

“You still goin’ to that thing?” Navira asked, watching my face.

“I guess,” I mumbled. “Don’t feel like it. But it might be good to get out.”

“You sure? ‘Cause I’m down to chill right here, order pizza, and watch trash TV.”

I let out a tiny smile. “Let’s go. If I sit here any longer, I’ll drown in my own feelings.”

The event was at this lowkey lounge, real chill but packed with creatives. Ren was already there, posted up near the bar. But what I wasn’t expecting was for him to be standing with Eazy and DJ Yella—all three of them mid-convo like nothing ever happened.

The second I walked in, I felt the shift.

Eazy looked up, saw me… and the disappointment in his face wasn’t aimed at me—it looked like it was aimed inward. His shoulders slouched a bit, like he didn’t even have the energy to play cool. But that didn’t mean we were good.

We didn’t speak at first. I stood by Navira, sipping a soda just to keep my hands busy. My outfit was a little more daring than usual—a sheer black top layered over a lace bralette, baggy jeans hanging low, showing off a sliver of my waistline. Confidence in cloth form. Or so I hoped.

Finally, he broke the silence.

“That what you wearin’ now?” he asked, just loud enough for me to hear over the music.

I turned my head slowly. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, you tryna make a statement or somethin’? You wearin’ that like you single.”

I felt my stomach turn. Here we go again.

“I’m not about to do this right now,” I said softly, not looking him in the eyes.

“Oh, you not about to do this?” He raised a brow. “Funny how you got all the time in the world for everybody else but me.”

“Eazy, don’t.” My tone was calm, but underneath it, I was shaking.