Creds to @elenefreakg as they posted the photo I based this off of
I hope you enjoy it, first time posting on Tumblr 😔
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When you started dating Dominic Fike the internet had a field day. You were 20 and Hollywood's newest obsession. An upcoming actress and model, recently announced as the newest face of DIor with every magazine wanting you on their cover, and every interview wanting to know who the mystery man holding your hand was.
Until they found out. Dominic Fike. 30 years old, a musician with a past everyone knew about and wouldn’t let him forget. Jail, drugs, headlines, cheating scandals. They never let it go.
Completely legal age gap except no one online agreed. The head lines were awful. He was taking advantage of you, you were a gold digger, she’s too young, he’s way too old, it won’t last.
Every headline you saw seemed worse than the last, and at some point you wondered was there even possibly a worse one? After that you didn’t go out much publicly, Reed, Dominic’s manager said to let the heat cool off first. Let them get bored and forget. So three months passed of sneaking around, no dates in public, absolute hell. For a girl who was so open you had never felt so hidden.
Then it finally happened, you were invited to walk your first runway show with DIor. It was everything you worked towards when you were younger. Of course Dominic was reluctant to come, scared of the backlash he knew they’d receive.
“I don’t know, beautiful..” He sighed as he read your invitation again before placing it on the kitchen counter. “This is your moment.”
“Exactly why it’s important for you to be there. For me! Not them!” You fought back, showing him your invitation as a model with your invitation for your plus one.
“I know, babygirl, but I don’t want people making it about me.. About us and Reed said-” Dominic started.
“Fuck what Reed says! He’s your manager of course he’s gonna tell you to stay home and hide us!” You interrupted quickly. That was probably the only thing Dominic hated about dating a younger girl, you saw what you wanted and fuck would you do anything to get it.
Dominic pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
“Alright. I’ll be there, can’t leave my girl wondering.”
And with that a few days later there you were, stepping out of the black SUV to walk the red carpet, people screaming, lights flashing, photographers in your face. This is what you wanted. This was what you lived for.
You stepped out of the car carefully, your satin gown catching the lights from the cameras with every movement. A matching scarf draped elegantly around your shoulders, the thin fabric flowing behind you as you walked the carpet.
Then Dominic stepped out beside you. Something no one expected after you both went MIA. He stood in his brown tweed blazer, cream trousers and those ridiculous looking glasses he somehow managed to pull off.
The screams almost doubled.
“Dominic!”
“Over here!”
“Look this way!”
His hound found the small of your back, almost instinctively, grounding the both of you as you stepped onto the carpet together, posing for the cameras.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Dominic whispers into your ear before smiling for photos, his hand on your hip, wrapped around you.
“You nervous?” You whisper gently, your cheeks warm from the compliment.
“Not about me.” Dominic smirked, his hand squeezing your hip gently before you both turned to the cameras, smiling as the flashes exploded around you.
Neither of you noticed that within minutes, one photo of Dominic watching you proudly during your solo shots would take over the internet.
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You got home, changed and climbed into bed ready to watch some tiktok and cuddle while debriefing the show. But the second you opened TikTok you saw it.
It was just a photo but god it exploded with the caption “Not her controversially older BF attending her Dior runway. Okay Y/N!”
You laughed at the Y/N joke as you opened the comments, they were just as funny.
“He looks like he runs his own winery”
“Help, those glasses, I’m crine”
“What?” Dominic asked as he walked out of the bathroom drying his hair to find you laughing in bed.
You showed him your phone, his face stayed blank as he read through the comments.
“.. I don’t own a winery. Do I really look like that?”
“Uh, kinda, I could see why someone may say that.” You laugh.
“I thought you liked the blazer.”
“I loved the blazer.” You corrected.
“It’s worth it.” He shrugged.
Confused, you asked, “What?”
“The hate.” He adds. “ If it means I get to sit and watch my pretty girlfriend live her dreams.. I’d do it in every life.” He whispers as he brushes over your knuckles.
cw: ima be real this is just 725 words about matt the munch. uhhh overstim? reader pushes matt away once but she doesn’t actually want him to stop. chris walks in at one point, but he doesn’t see anything and just walks right back out lol. lemme know if i missed anything!
lowercase intentional, this isn’t proof read!
“don’t you ever get bored of this? i mean seriously honey my legs are aching, i dunno how your jaw isn’t.”
it’s a typical tuesday afternoon for you and matt, and by that i mean he has been between your legs for the past hour and a half, eating you out like his life depends on it.
matt shakes his head at your question, only popping his head up long enough to say, “never,” before he’s right back at it. his lips close around your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moan, head falling back against the pillow as your hand reaches down to tug on his hair.
your hips shift slightly as you spread your legs wider, scooting further down on the bed and making yourself comfortable. you’re gonna be here a while.
matt had been giving you looks all night, cutting his eyes at you from across the table at the restaurant, huffing when you give nick your attention instead of him. but you weren’t sure what the cause was for his attitude, considering the very soft after-nap-sex you two had before coming here. he should’ve been satisfied enough to hold him off till after supper.
but when you stood up to walk to the restroom, he hopped up too, right on your tail the whole way there. once the door closed you didn’t even get to question matt before he was turning you around, bending you over the sink counter.
“matt!”
the brunette simply hummed in response, getting on his knees behind you and yanking your panties down, lifting your skirt and immediately diving in. you moaned, your head falling forward and almost bumping the mirror in front of you.
you grunted, “baby, someone could walk in. stop it.” your hand reached back till you felt the top of matt’s head, pushing him away with such little force, you knew he wasn’t buying it. the man just scoffed in response, his hands tightening around your hips.
before you knew it you were gasping, thighs shaking around matt’s head as your orgasm washed over you. matt continued licking at you, until you pushed his head again, putting some strength behind it this time. he whined but pulled away, tucking your panties into his pocket as he pulled your skirt back down.
matt turned you around, wiping his face clean before leaning in to kiss you. “sorry,” he mumbles, “coulda asked, i know. just needed it.” you simply hummed in response, knowing you’d never deny him.
honestly, it was a wonder matt got anything done lately. like right now, you were in bed with your laptop resting on your belly, typing out a report. whereas matt was underneath the blanket, head tucked between your thighs again. he wasn’t as overeager about it this time, instead he was giving slow soft licks to your cunt. every once in a while he’d suck on your soft bud, pressing a gentle kiss to your folds before licking through them again.
you felt matt’s head rest against your thigh, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, as he stopped his licking. instead his focus was on your clit, slowly sucking on the button as if it were a pacifier. you hummed, opening your mouth as if to speak, when the bedroom door suddenly opened.
“oh, hey,” chris spoke, peaking his head in, “where’s matt?”
you hesitated, knowing any lie you tried to come up with wouldn’t pass by his nosy little brother. “uhm,” you mumbled, “under the blanket?”
chris’ brows furrowed, his head tilting like a puppy, before his eyes drifted downward catching the outline of matt’s figure beneath the blanket. chris groaned, his hands flying up and dragging down his face.
“you two are so obnoxious i swear, tell matt that foods here whenever he’s done.”
your face was bright red as you nodded, telling chris that you’d let him know. when the door clicked shut your head fell back against the bed frame, embarrassment washing over you. “seriously matt,” you grunted, lifting the blanket up to fuss at the man who’d remained silent during the whole ordeal.
only to find that matt had fallen asleep, head tucked against your thigh, arms wrapped around your waist, his mouth still nursing your clit. you sighed, mumbling to yourself as you pulled the blanket back over him.
“gonna have to buy you a fucking pacifier.”
this is dedicated to @bendmeoverchris and @favblond1e19 who asked for it underneath a little thought i posted a while back!
you had drifted away from elliot, and you find yourself slowly drifting back. “there was no backstory, or words in vain, but i know you loved.”
elliot (euphoria) x fem (actress) reader
a/n - this is looowkey rushed as i was taking way too much time to write this but still wanted u guys to have it instead of scrapping lmao. thank u to whoever req this, and if u have any requests or questions of ur own my inbox is open and makes me happi when u guys flood it 🥹 anyways this song is sooo underrated and one of my favs on rocket. dm/comment to b on taglist! 💋💋
your hand drifts from elliot's soft bleached curls to cup his jaw, as he tilts his head to push is tongue further into your mouth. his hands are on your waist, slowly pulling your down to lay you on top of him as the two of you make out on top of his sheets. some old soft rock is playing from his record player. “it’s the shit they used to fuck to in the olden days.” he had said earlier, when he put it on. real profound of him.
he sighs against your neck, where he was now slowly sucking deep purple marks into your skin. “fuck,” he groans. “vinyl ended”
you hum against his hair, already missing the friction of his lips and the small but of facial hair that would scratch along your neck. “don’t you dare get up.”
elliot laughs against your collarbone. “what, you wanna fuck in silence?”
“obviously i’d prefer not to but like,” you grind your hips down on his. “i’m already all worked up, elli. don’t ruin the mood.”
he goes back to placing wet kisses down your throat. “and to think,” he murmurs against your skin. “that when we first met you were scared of my dick. you’ve come a long, long way, baby.”
you scoff and tug on his curls, making him yelp. “i wasn’t scared of your dick.”
it wasn’t that you were scared, you had just never done much of anything with anyone before him. elliot had been your first, for most of the things that counted back then. first time, first smoke, first love. he loved that about you, loved being the one who got to see all those firsts. and although he had many firsts before you, he would always think of you as his first love.
and as the years passed by, his only real love.
you had met elliot at a party the summer before junior year. you were drunk off your ass, and he was high off his, so neither of you could keep your shit together. you ended up falling asleep in his car, woke up beside what used to be a complete stranger, and started dating in october.
but high school was long gone now. it was a memory that you barely touch anymore.
after graduation, you went off to university in another state, and elliot stayed in california, trying to make his music thing work. you missed him a lot when you were away, and he missed you too.
copious amounts of your savings were blown on flights back to california instead of groceries, which your parents had a lot to say about. eventually and obviously, the flights got too expensive, and then they stopped. the monthly visits and the daily facetimes were cut down to the daily facetimes and texting.
until it was weekly facetimes,
turning into monthly,
until the daily texts,
turned into monthly updates.
the drifting was melancholy and prolonged, so much so that you both never even broke up, there was just nothing left to end. but you were in love with him, and he was in love with you. it just didn’t work out.
he would call, and you would pick up, time to time, usually around each others birthdays. and that was pretty much it.
you had grown up after all, and found there was more to life than hotboxing in elliot’s room, and occasionally his car. it would be a lie to say you didn’t miss it sometimes, but as the years went by, you thought about him less and less. and eventually not much at all.
maddy and lexi were the only people from high school you had actually kept in touch with. you see lexi on set constantly now, and you see maddy at events.
the acting thing had taken off gradually. you booked a small role, then a bigger one, then one in a film people actually saw, and then suddenly vogue was calling you one of the most promising young actresses of the decade and you were on the 30 under 30 list for two years in a row.
the magazines had many titles for you. “enchanting,” “curiously captivating,”. you laugh from your spot on the couch that you were lounging on in your trailer.
“lexi, i seriously think they chatgpt’d this shit.” you cackle as lexi smiles into her cup of coffee.
“no, they sound good i promise!” she says, unconvinced. you shake your head, pointing to a line on a page.
“american mastermind,” you close your eyes and try not to laugh. “i wasn’t even born here.”
lexi shrugs, and there is a knock at the trailer door. lexi opens it for you as you throw a pink silk robe over yourself, as you were only wearing undergarments. “who is it?” you ask softly, before maddy walks in.
“maddy!” you saunter over and she hugs you, smelling like an expensive perfume.
“hey babe, it’s been a minute.” she grins at you.
“what are you doing here?” you ask, still smiling at her.
maddy taps her nails against the metal frame of the trailer door as she begins to speak. “well, there’s this party tonight. its an album release thing, this band that’s been blowing up. like, niche six months ago and now suddenly everyone’s been a fan for years type shit.” she waves her hand dismissively. “anyway, it’s gotten big. like, a real event. and i heard from some people that some people we know are going to be there.”
“people we know? from where?” you question. you know a lot of people.
“high school.”
“like who.”
“jules is-”
“jules?” your lips curve into a small smile. “shit, i miss her. that’ll be fun, i’m in-”
“perfect. and you might be wondering why i’m asking, and you know how i’ve been trying to grow my client list,”
“who is the client?” you sigh.
“you need to hear me out before you react. cassie.”
you stare at her, trying not to laugh. “howard?”
“jacobs now.” maddy groans.
“no way. didn’t she like-” you start. “yes, she did but i promise you i have a plan and its actually a good one. i need you there because if you show up it’ll gain more traction for the party and-”
“i trust you, babe. it’s chill.” you smile at her. maddy had always been the type of girl to make sure that when she has a plan, she carries that shit out. and this time should be no different. all you had to do was show up, mingle a bit, and dip. maybe check the band out for a bit.
when you got back to your place, you got to work. you loved a party. always have. in highschool, and now. your closet was filled with clothes galore because when you got paid you always went shopping first.
first, you showered. washed the day off, shaved, and moisturized. makeup next. your liner was thin and precise, as you use the strategy maddy had taught you all those years ago. as you finish your makeup with a gloss over your lined lips, you turn to your closet.
a tiny fitted dress was what you had chosen. not too much, but still hot and accessorizeable. it was gold, shimmery, made you look tanner, and made your tits look great. there wasn’t much room for anything underneath, so you make sure to wear nice underwear, because it was short enough that you had to be deliberate about how you moved and sat.
as you admire it in the mirror, you get a text and realize your ride is here. after a bit of scrolling on your phone, the car pulls up to a mansion in the hills at about ten p.m. you heard the party before you saw it. they must have good speakers because that shit was loud.
stepping out onto the pavement, you straighten up and smooth your dress. the cameras started immediately. just soft clicks that you had now gotten used to. once you get inside, maddy walks over from nearby. “you look insane.” she said over the music. you grin. “and so do you.”
“i’m serious. everyone with a phone is going to try to get a picture tonight.”
you laugh and shake your head. “i’ll mingle for a bit, then i’m out. i hope this works out for whatever plan you have.”
inside, it was warm and the lights were loud. you actually spotted a handful of famous figures that you had met before. it was starting to look like an actual event. maddy gently steered you gently towards the bar, before leaning in to speak to you. “jules is somewhere near the back. cassie’s already here. there are about four journalists here who would eat their own liver to get a candid of you so just… be aware.”
“i’m always aware!” you laugh.
“you’re really not, babe.” she snorts into her orangy drink.
“what do you mean?”
maddy looked at you. some expression crossed her face, one that you couldn't really put your finger on. half guilty, half entertained was what she was getting at.
“nothing.” she says as she takes a slow sip.
“maddy.”
“i just,” she presses her lips together. “i maybe should have mentioned something before. about the band.”
you look at her, dumbfounded. “what about the band?”
“i assumed you knew. because i knew, and lexi knew, even fuckin’ jules knew, and i figured if we knew then obviously you-”
“maddy,” you say again, firmer this time. “what did you not tell me?”
she shakes her head and grins at you. “did you not look them up at all? when i texted you the details about who’s party this is?”
you shrug. “i trusted you and got in the car.” maddy nods slowly. “right, so you didn’t do any research.”
“on what? on the band?” you question, confused as the lights begin to dim. “why would i-”
your sentence gets cut off by a man standing on a raised platform at the end of the room. he was wearing all black with a headset on, assumingly running the event. he taps the microphone before speaking.“hi everyone, sorry to interrupt. we just want to take a quick moment to bring out the people responsible for why we’re all here tonight!”
the room fills with applauses, as you clap along with your drink in your hand, turning toward the platform trying to look interested for this band you didn’t know at all. you made a mental note to look them up after.
the band came out from a nearby side door. there were four of them, and they looked mildly surprised with how many people were there, which you found endearing. they gathered around the mic, and the one on the left adjusted the mic upward to speak, and you felt your heart fall to your ass.
his curls were a bit longer. the frosted tips were gone, and had grown out into his natural brown. he was broader and wider than you had remembered, his stature less lanky. he wore oversized dark wash jeans and a black shirt that had (assumingly) his band’s logo or album cover on it. he looked the same yet completely different all at once.
elliot. the elliot. your elliot.
he said something about being grateful into the mic that made the crowd smile, but you forgot what it was. his voice was the same. low and soft. you didn’t move. your drink was halfway to your mouth and it had been there for approximately two minutes now.
maddy watches you and rubs your back soothingly. you down the rest of your drink, and she takes your cup. “another one?” she asks. you nod. after a few minutes, maddy comes back with your drink and gets whisked away, but so do you. you slip back from the crowd slowly and quietly, giving quick smiles and small waves so you don’t seem off.
you had gradually migrated towards the edges of the room with your drink in hand, until you found a nice quiet pocket where the music became slightly muffled and the lighting was dimmer. you lean against the wall and look down at the edible sparkles swirling around in your orange drink. your mind can’t help but slip into the past, as much as you try to resist it.
the cigarette he lit and put in your mouth the first night you had smoked in that one parking lot. his hands were warm as he cupped them around yours as he showed you how to inhale without busting a lung. the unfinished verses he played for you on the guitar he had since he was 9 years old, watching you listen instead of watching his own fingers on the guitar. waking up next to him, not caring how late you were for first period. his tan arm laid across your waist, and his lips finding yours as soon as he woke up.
and then the calls getting shorter. and then the grief of losing someone who was still alive, but living a life you are no longer apart of, and having no clear moment to pinpoint, no single time where it ended, just the slow, melancholy drifting a further distance away.
until distance was all there was.
you had moved on fine. you were fine. you had built a real, good life, and you were proud of it, and you thought of him less than you used to. you did.
it was just the fact that the room was dim and too warm, and the music playing was his, and you weren’t prepared.
you set your empty glass on a nearby shelf behind you and try to take some deep breaths. okay. you would say hi to jules, bye to maddy, you would be normal and then go home and sleep. it would be all good tomorrow.
slowly, but surely, you push yourself off the wall and turn towards the exiting hallway, because fuck that. but then someone said your name. you went still, and turned around.
elliot was there. one hand held a drink, and the other was in his pocket. his curls were slightly damp around his face, he was nervous. he looked at you like his mind was thinking the same thing as yours.
“hey,” he says softly. “hi.” you manage to say back.
he slowly makes his way over to you. “you were about to leave?” he said. “i was just getting some air.” you lie. elliot looks at you with wide eyes. “bullshit.” he scoffs.
“okay,” you sigh. “okay, i was leaving.”
“yeah, i know.” he said, but oddly not judging. “i saw your from the stage.”
“you were looking for me?”
“nah, i wasn’t looking for anything, i just saw you.”
you look up at him, and the soft lighting dances around his face, and behind him the party continued. “you were good up there.” you say. “i uh, i didn’t know it was you. in the band, i mean. i didn’t do my research.” you laugh a bit at this predicament.
his lips shift into a soft grin. “that’s very you.” he says. “apparently, like, everyone knew but me.” you reply. “maddy texted me that you were coming,” he nods. “like an hour ago.”
a long, melancholy beat of silence passes. “i didn’t know how to get ready for, uh, for seeing you,” you break the silence. “i needed a second. it was definitely a surprise.” you continue, as elliot nods along. “yeah, same here honestly.” he agrees.
“also, you look-” he starts, then decides not to finish whatever he was going to say. “it’s really good to see you.” he said honestly.
“yeah,” you bring your lips into a smile to match his. “you too, elli.”
habit. it felt weird to call him his real name, and you would have, but your mouth jumped the gun before your brain could stop it.
he reached behind you to pick up your empty glass from the shelf. “come on,” he says quietly. “don’t leave yet.”
you sigh, knowing there was no way you could say no to him.
the rest of the night was spent walking around with elliot, sticking closely to the walls, as you didn’t feel like being the main event, and he was getting sick of his own band’s party. you chatted a bit, went silent, then chatted again comfortable.
he walked you to your car at the end of the night. he didn’t ask to. he just happened to still be walking alongside you when you had announced to him that you were tired and wanted to go home, and you didn’t say anything about it. the warm california air swirled around you both, just like it used to.
you two stood at the car door for a few minutes, continuing your conversations about the band, your last project, and restaurant that had opened near where apparently both of you live, which was way closer than you realized.
“we should-” you both started at the same time, before laughing at it. “yeah,” he said, finishing the sentence.
when you got home and unready and in bed, you told yourself it was a good night. you talked to old friends, and caught up. normal and chill. and you almost believed it.
THREE DAYS LATER.
he texted you.
elliot
wanna go to that new restaurant we talked about on friday?
you stared at it, like you were texting back a boy on snapchat for the first time.
you
yea sure
dinner was actually easy. too easy, the kind of too easy that leads you staying two hours longer than you were supposed to, the restaurant closing for the night around you without the both of you noticing. you split the bill, and he walked you to your car again. no kiss, but a hug that felt a bit longer than platonic.
elliot
again sometime?
you
yeah
‘again sometime’ became again the following week. and the week after that. coffee was the hangout this time, which felt more casual. the next was he came to some q&a of yours with the cast from your latest project, and he stood in the back, found you in the crowd after, and told you that you were great.
and then you went to a small show of his band, and stood near the side of the stage in a box with other stars who supported his band. you stood in the coloured light, watching him do the thing he’d always done as a hobby, and you felt kinda proud.
the calls happened after that. the both of you stopped overthinking them. they would only happen just because you saw something that reminded you of him, just because you were bored, just because. and they were always long. hours long. one time, you fell asleep on call and when you woke up it was still connected, and you could hear his sleepy breathing on the other end.
and just like before, it was gradual enough that you couldn’t pinpoint a moment. except this time, it wasn’t drifting apart, it was falling back together.
there was no backstory, no introductions. the foundation was already built, and the drift back was so soft you barely felt it.
one night, you sat on elliot’s kitchen counter as he made you dinner (again for the third time this week), and he reaches past you to grab something, and didn’t move away after. he looked at you softly.
“hey.” he said gently, the same way he did when he saw you for the first time in a long time at that party. “hey.” you say back. he looks at you for a while with his mouth slightly agape, before finding his wording.
“i missed you.” he said simply, and your throat went tight.
“i missed you too.” you said, admitting. “i missed you the whole time.”
he raises his hands slowly to cradle your face, as he wedges his body between your legs. his thumbs lightly circled your cheekbones and your lips curl into a smile. you could feel his breath. “elliot.” you say, lowly. “yeah.” he replies, like he knows what you are thinking.
you close the distance.
he kissed you like if he were to pull away you would drift away again. it was deep, unhurried, and so familiar. his hands slid from cupping your face and into your hair and you lean into him, your hands gripping the front of his shirt gently, and pulling him in, until he was pressed forward with no space in between him and the counter.
you feel his fingers curl at the back of your head and you make a small sound against his mouth and you feel his breathing hitch in response. you pull back to breathe, and he presses his forehead against yours. his thumb traces along your hair and back to your cheek.
as you hop down from the counter, elliot turns around to plate the food before it burns before turning back around to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your soft lips again.
“i knew i’d still feel it.” he hums against your mouth.
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