i finished singing the last song on my setlist before running off the stage, being met with a water bottle from my assistant and a pat on the shoulder from my best friend.
i'm walking with a crowd of people, going to my trailer. i'm sweating and tired, i'm at the front door to my trailer. all of my team are outside of my trailer now, they get to chill out before we have to pack up and go home for the night.
that's when i see him. dominic walks towards my trailer with some of his crew, time felt like it was slowing down with every step he took.
see, i had a huge crush on dominic, even before my music career had taken off. it was quite obvious that he has influenced me, even down to the shit i wear everyday. i had even mentioned it in a few interviews, one in particular, i was feeling confident and said i had a crush on him. embarrassing.
i walk into my trailer out of a panic and look at the mirror hung up by the door. holy shit, relax. be cool. be mysterious.
i grab a cold water bottle and let my hair out of the braids i had them in. now, i'm much more calm. maybe, he's not even there anymore.
i walk out and i see him chatting it up with some of my team, i was back to being a nervous wreck. i could scream, he was so beautiful in person.
we make eye contact and he walks over to me, holy shit holy shit holy shi-
"hi, i'm dominic." he holds his hand up for me to shake and i stare at his hand before hesitantly shaking it.
"hi. i'm yn" i smile lightly, making eye contact.
"i know, i've been listening to your shit for a while now. sick shit." he smiles, he almost lets a laugh out.
"oh, wow. thanks, i appreciate it." i nod and rock on my feet.
"we should work together, i think we could make some cool shit. if you want." he suggests, it looked like he got nervous by the end of that sentence.
"uh, yeah of course. i can have my assistant give your assistant my number." i go to look for my assistant, margo.
"nah, we don't need to go through assistants and shit." he pulls his phone out and hands it to me to put my phone number in.
i shake a bit as i save my contact in his phone, keeping it professional and putting my first and last name.
i give it back and i look up at him, catching him staring at my lips. i almost freak out, but i surprisingly held it together.
"good luck on your set, dominic." i wish him luck and smile.
he smiles and looks at his crew as if it was a lets go and he looks back at me before speaking, "yeah, thanks. i'll definitely keep in contact, yn."
he walks off and i almost shat my pants from the relief i felt. thank GOD it went the way i wanted it to.
it was two days after the festival performance, i was in my home in LA. i was strumming on my electric guitar, trying to find some sort of inspiration to work on a new song.
i felt a vibration against the couch, i check my phone and it was a random number.
? > hey, it's dominic.
i swore i almost screamed, i threw my phone across the room and had to take a lap in my home. i didn't want to seem desperate and reply so fast, but i felt like i was overthinking things. so, i decide to reply.
yn > heyy, how are you
i chew on my nails for maybe 30 seconds before i see read 12:56 PM
dom > doing good, how about that studio session you promised me?
i widen my eyes, should i flirt?
yn > i don't recall a promise, dominic
dom > don't be a smartass
i giggle before replying
yn > lol, when do u wanna meet?
dom > i can come over right now
i almost shat my pants, i look down at my outfit. i have to change
y/n > sure
i send over my address and i change into something a lot more cute and maybe suggestive. i decide to wear a see-through babydoll dress with a cute bra and some jean shorts with some boots. i fix up my hair slightly before i get a text he was outside.
i walk over to the door and i run back to my room to spray perfume in areas that maybe aren't safe.
i walk back to the door and i open it. i can see him approaching the door and i stand there watching him. he looks like he saw a ghost, but he composed himself quickly.
"hey." he goes in for a hug. i hug back quickly before allowing him into my place.
"hey, do you want something to drink? i have water, sodas, kombucha..." i suggest, i was trying to be polite.
"what's your favorite?" he asks, walking with me to my kitchen.
"uh, i'd say this guava soda i have. it's really good." he decides to take one.
we eventually make it to my living room and encourage him to make himself at home.
"anything you've been working on?" i ask, walking around- almost pacing around.
he watches, leaned back on my couch. a smile creeps up on his face before he speaks, "are you nervous?"
i stop in my tracks and look at him, "no, why?" bullshit.
"yea, alright. sit down." he directs me next to him. oh fuck, it's over for me.
i sit next to him, my posture a little too good.
he grabs my electric guitar and starts strumming, i decide to watch. he takes his time strumming a melody, it doesn't feel rushed nor strategic.
i sit and stare, my hands on my knees. we ended up having a super awkward session, it wasn't very productive either. my nervousness got in the way and his awkward but usual demeanor got in the way of us being able to collaborate.
i'm walking him over to the door, the sun had been setting. i turn around before opening the door, looking at him.
"uh, thanks for coming over. sucks nothing really came out of it." i chuckle lightly, looking into his eyes.
"do i intimidate you?" he looks down at me, now i'm cornered by the wall near my door. he closes the door, still looking into my eyes with his beautiful eyes.
"no, you don't intimidate me, dominic." i challenge, i can't let him know he has some sort of power over me.
"right." he almost lets out a smile and looks between our feet. his shoes beat up, my brown boots still on.
"i think we should hang out again. outside of making music together and shit." now i was confused, i thought this was too awkward.
"uh, sure. just text me, you have my number." i nod awkwardly, i don't really have much to say. it sort of makes me cringe that we're being super timid.
"alrighty. have a nice night, yn." he opens the door, pauses, looks at me up and down before leaving.
the door closes and i slide down the wall. how could i fuck this up that bad. at least he wanted to hang out again.
authors note: part 5 of holiday blues series! AHHHH THIS IS THE ENDDD OH NOOOO!!
don't worry tho, i'm coming out with a new series soon.. heheheh love yall, thanks for being so cool and demanding for more.. it's kinda sexy hehe
warnings: smut! dom being sexy and annoying and beautiful. dom!dom fike (kinda?)
i wake up at the ass crack of dawn, my own anxiety and frustrations making it impossible to fall asleep. dominic seems to be on the same page, i can hear him ruffling in the sheets constantly, tossing and turning so much, it was starting to annoy me.
"can you stop moving so much?" i snap, he freezes. my back is facing him, i'm staring at the wall, looking at the decoration that i'm sure he hired someone to do for him. this doesn't really scream dominic to me.
"watch your attitude, shit." he laughs at the end.
i roll my eyes and try to fall asleep, it's impossible when i have a lot to say. i decide to roll over, facing him. he's on his back, staring at the ceiling, his face looks lost in thought.
"can't watch my attitude when you annoy me." i scoff.
"then why are you here?" he doesn't miss a beat with his response. his tone is cut throat, it hurts when he talks to me like this.
"i dunno, i asked to go home." i shrug. still being petty over our argument earlier.
"yeah, alright, y/n." he sits up and walks out the room. i follow quickly.
"why are you being like this? i'm trying to help you." i walk into his bedroom where he grabs his phone.
"i don't need your help." he sits and looks up at me, i'm in front of him now. i roll my eyes.
"you're infuriating." i huff out, my knees hitting the bed, i'm in between his legs. i look down at him, trying my best to be upset at him.
"and you're annoying." he grabs my neck and pulls me into a kiss. it was heated, it was angry, it was hot.
i balance myself on his shoulders, he grabs my waist with his free hand and flips us, i'm on my back quickly. i tug at his hair, he moves down to my neck. i'm breathing so heavy, i didn't expect for things to turn out like this.
"so fucking annoying, god i'm obsessed with you." he says in between kisses before he gets up and goes downstairs. i'm staring at the ceiling thinking, damn he really left me hanging.
i get off the bed and follow behind him, he's on the couch, getting ready to play his guitar, it's still dark out. i approach him and take the guitar out of his hands and place it on his stand. i sit on his lap, i kiss him.
"can't do that to me." i pull at his hair slightly, making him look up at me.
"do something about it, cutie." he challenges.
i kiss him again, i grind softly against him. his hands are on my waist, guiding me as i grind against him. he breaks the kiss before looking down between us, "shit." he says under his breath. he goes to bite his knuckle, he looks up at me and drops his hand. he kisses me, slowing me down.
"gonna cum in my pants, don't do that." he laughs, he moves down my neck.
he moves me onto my back, the leather feels cold against my back. he kisses me again, this time he's quick to move down. he's kissing at my stomach, making sure to make eye contact.
"don't be a tease, already made me wait." i warn, i'm already annoyed.
he smiles before he goes to take my pants off, he's quick to slide my panties to the side and spits on my clit. he goes in like a starved man, still making sure to take his time. not like we're in a rush, right?
he laps at my clit with the right amount of pressure, it makes me dizzy. his eyes are closed, he's focused. my hand reaches for his curls, my nails getting caught on the knots in his head. he reaches a rhythm that makes my toes curl and my moans slip past my lips.
he inserts a finger, curls it up. i feel like my breath gets knocked out of me. "fuck! that feels so good." i whine
he still looks concentrated, he's in his own element. an environment he thrives in, the type of environment where he can express without having to say words. the type of environment where you could lay all responsibility and emotions on him and he'll take that and run with it.
i can feel myself get close, i whine out. "god, i'm so close. don't stop, please." i beg, i'm the one biting my knuckle now.
he speeds up slightly, keeping the same rhythm. he moans lightly against me, i can feel myself reaching the brink. he moves his head side to side, the sounds coming from him are something that could send us to hell.
"fuck!" my orgasm comes quickly, it's harsh. it's the type that hurts cause it feels that good, it's strong and breaks through my body. my body shakes lightly, dominic rides the wave of my orgasm. after coaxing a strong orgasm out of me, i'm flipped onto my knees, my face on the cold couch.
he inserts himself, bottoming out quickly. i moan loudly, forgetting what the concept of shame was. he grabs my hair, forcing me up. i balance myself with my arms. his hand is on my neck now, one on my hip. he starts with a harsh pace.
you could hear my skin clapping loudly with his, his pace rough. it's almost as if he's taking his frustrations out on me. "fuck, you're perfect." he claws at my hip slightly.
my eyes are rolling back, the words left my brain 10 minutes ago. his dick reaches a spot in me that makes me cry out. i can feel tears threatening to spill, this motivated him to keep his pace. he leans forward, his face next to mine. he grabs my face with his hand, turns my face slightly.
"yeah?" his pace still harsh, still hitting that spot that could make me cum any minute now.
i roll my eyes again, i'm clawing at the leather under my hands. moans escape my lips, loudly. he smiles, he decides to let go of my face and reach down to my clit.
i yell out, "fuck! oh my-" i throw my head back, looking back at him now. he looks so perfect, it's amazing how he could look so attractive in such vulnerable moments.
i can feel my wetness dripping on his thighs, i was so far gone. i can feel another orgasm building, he's still hitting that sweet spot inside of me that only he could seem to reach.
"i'm gonna cum, oh my god." i warn him, i feel my head getting fuzzy. i don't even hold back when my orgasm comes, i had lost control of my body the moment he kissed me in his bedroom.
he encourages me, slowing down slightly to guide me through my orgasm. my body shakes, he stabilizes me by grabbing my shoulders. after a while, he speeds up again, this time he chased his own orgasm.
by the time his orgasm came, my face was smushed against the couch, unable to hold myself up. he spills on my back, hunching over my back. he breathes out with heavy pants and then quickly gets up to go get a rag to clean off.
we had managed to shower and go back to bed, our limbs tangled together. we slept in until 12 pm, i wake up and scroll on my phone. it was a sunday, which meant i had to land back to reality soon.
i sit up and start packing my things to go back home. dominic senses movement and he wakes up, quickly sitting up. "where are you going?"
"uh, i need to go home. i have work tomorrow morning and i need to make sure my place is clean for the new week ahead." i ramble. i think of all the laundry i have to do, the tub i have to scrub and the nails i have to paint.
"can i come with? i won't be a bother." he puts on his glasses, looking at me. he's already up on his feet, walking to his walk-in closet to put clothes on.
"uh.. sure." i agree, reluctantly. i put on a white long sleeve he had laying around and put some shoes on. i grab my bag and we're heading to the car.
we drive quietly to my place, the silence made me think of how beautiful our new beginning could be and how excited i was to have dom back into my life.
we eventually make it to my place, we walk in and he looks around. he hasn't seen my new place, he walks around looking at small things. the landline he used to make fun of, the coffee table and couches.
i place my bag on a table near my door and go to my room before speaking out, "make yourself at home, i'm gonna do laundry really quickly."
i begin my laundry process, he's on the couch. he's scrolling on his phone. i put my first load in and walk to the living room.
my hair was up, his white long sleeve with baggy jeans and my shoes were off. he looks me up and down, "you know if i didn't know how busy you were, i'd put a baby in you right now." he jokes
"dom!" my eyes widen and i let out a laugh. i pick up small things around the living room, "you're so horny." he shake my head slightly.
he laughs before he speaks, "are you hungry? i can bring us something quick." his eyes follow my movements before i speak, "uh, yeah. sure. you pick. i'm not picky."
he goes to get breakfast bagels and he brings me my favorite drink, which proves how attentive he can be when he's not busy being annoying.
we sit on the floor, using my coffee table as a dining table. we're laughing about a meme he saw on instagram reels. he turns his phone off and he looks at me, "i'm so in love with you, it's crazy." he laughs at the end of that sentence.
i take a sip of my drink, "i love you too, dom." i smile and take a bite of my bagel. this would be one of the many sundays we spend together, along with weekly cleaning.
some sundays we'd spend in bed, some we'd go on a day trip. by the end of the night, we'd be wrapped in each others arms, exchanging the warmth we both desperately needed when we ran into each other at hunters holiday party.
this is the end... i love yall thanks for being so receptive of this series
i know for sure i have a new series coming out so stay tuned,.. this time i wont ghost u
summary: after making up, they decide to take a trip out to san diego. things go terribly wrong.
pt 4 to holiday blues series!
author notes: yall i am so sorry for ghosting yall..... uni has been too fucking crazy. side note: I LITERALLY SAW DOM AND TOUCHED HIM TWICEEEE i can't believe it. i had so much fun at his show he did for my uni
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i wake up the next morning, dominic still asleep. i stare at the ceiling for 30 seconds before sitting up and looking around. i inspect the smallest details, some things i can recognize. like the glasses he used to wear occasionally when he wanted to feel sophisticated. i decide to get out of bed, it was time for me to get home and take a shower.
i go to grab my bag on the floor and put on my shoes, i walk out the door and go home. the drive home was very peaceful, i felt quite optimistic given the night i had with dom last night.
i'm at home, doing my skin care after my shower when i get a call from dominic. i pick up, setting my phone down on the counter, "hello?"
"where are you?" he asks, it doesn't sound sad, more confused.
"i'm at home, i wanted to shower. i felt gross." i finish putting on my sunscreen.
"answer the facetime" he whines playfully. i answer it and prop it up, showcasing me with my hair wet and in a white robe.
"oh hey." he smiles, laughing lightly. his hair is all over the place, it's a sight for sore eyes. he looked so beautiful, it made my heart jump.
"hey." i smile, laughing back. i was nervous now, i pick up my hair oil.
"can we hang out again? think i'm obsessed with you. need to see you." he rambles, picking at his white blanket. he's nervous, but despite his anxiety, he was still so bold and honest.
i smile, let out a small laugh before answering, "what's the plan?"
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we decide to take a trip to san diego. it was spontaneous but it was so refreshing. i'm in the passenger seat, my shoes are off and i'm reading something mindlessly. he had music playing lightly, making sure not to play it too loud.
i sigh out, close my book and throw it to the back seat. i look over at him and smile.
he looks back at me, his right hand on the steering wheel, his other resting on the car door. he looks deep in thought before he looks at me, he shoots me a smile.
"what's on your mind dom?" i ask, looking out the window, readjusting my seat to sit up slightly.
"dunno, don't wanna say anything to make this too intense." he says, his eyes on the road again, playing with his lip.
"just say it." i breathe out, "not like i can run away." i joke, but it doesn't land.
he doesn't say anything for a while, making things awkward. i turn the volume up on the song playing, soft spot by keshi playing.
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we make it to san diego, we stop at this korean restaurant in convoy. i look around the place, it looks well decorated, fairy lights illuminated the restaurant, it added a nice touch. we sit down in silence before the waitress comes to take our orders.
after she walks away, i look at him. "you're shutting me out, why can't you just be honest?"
"what do you want me to say?" he retaliates, he's being difficult.
"nothing dom. nothing at all." i roll my eyes. this was a common problem we'd run into when we were dating, it was infuriating.
"why are you being like this?" he asks, growing frustrated.
"why am i being like this? you're the one acting all ominous in the car, i asked you what was wrong, i'm not going to beg for you to open up. i did that in the past, look at where we ended up." i snap.
he stares at me, i stare back. the waitress comes with lychee soju and coke zeros. i pour myself some soju, i rest my chin on my hand. maybe this was a mistake.
"do you still love me?" he asks abruptly.
"of course, i do." i answer quickly. "i wouldn't be here if i didn't love you."
"no, i mean like love me."
i look at him, i take a sip of my coke zero before answering, "yeah. i do."
it seems like i lifted 500 pounds off his shoulders, he looks down at his shoes under the table. he's nervous again.
"can you talk to me?" i plead, even though i said i wouldn't do that again.
"i'm trying- fuck- i'm really trying. you know how fucked up i am. i'm really trying." he affirms, you can tell he's being honest.
"what are you thinking of?" i ask, trying to help him navigate his thoughts. i try to meet his gaze until he finally looks at me. his usual big eyes are lost in thought.
"you. and me." he admits, he picks up the soju, it's almost like he's trying to run from what he's saying. like it's a coping mechanism, just pick up anything to avoid the attention and stares.
"what about me and you?" i ask, i take the soju and place it down on the table. i hold onto it so he can look at me. sometimes he reminds me of a kid, desperately trying to get them to focus.
"i just wanna be with you, i really love you, god it's infuriating how distant you can be. i know we have a complicated past, but i wish we could restart. i don't like- i dunno." he rambles before i cut him off
"i know, i want to restart too. i mean, you're clean so that's a start." i try to be optimistic.
"you know that doesn't last, y/n" he reminds, a complete 180 to my optimism.
"it can if you try hard enough, can you at least give yourself a chance?" i feel hurt at the lack of self confidence.
he shrugs before the waitress comes with our food. we mindlessly pick at our food in silence. occasionally talking about random things.
"are we heading back to la?" the sun had set, i didn't have much of an appetite to continue eating. this dinner turned into something it wasn't supposed to be.
he pauses before calling over the waitress and asks for the check. he pays and we walk out, keeping a safe distance between each other.
the drive back to la was annoying, sad and lackluster. i thought we had gotten somewhere.
"can you drive me to my place?" i sigh out, looking out the window. i was insanely tired, fighting my sleep in the car.
"you don't want to stay over?" he asks, almost in a panic. i think about it, dominic had really pissed me off earlier.
"uh.. sure." i impulsively make a decision before i overthink it.
we eventually make it to his place, rolling into his garage before i get out of the car and stretch my legs. he walks over to my side and grabs my bag and shoes from the car and walks into the house. he still seems upset.
i walk behind him and follow him into his room. the bed still messy from earlier in the morning, he didn't bother making his bed which isn't unusual behavior from dom.
i take off my jeans before going to one of his drawers and grabbing some random pajama pants and start getting ready for bed. it was a silent night, awkward and uncomfortable. i eventually finish up before walking into his room and find him already in bed.
i get into bed awkwardly, grabbing my phone. "are we seriously not going to talk?" i ask
"i'm tired y/n" his demeanor is closed off and cold, as always.
"then what the fuck was the point in bringing me here?" i sit up. i huff out, this is so fucked.
"because i love you and i enjoy your company, now go to bed. i don't have time for this shit right now, y/n." he says, annoyed. his back is turned to me.
"you're so annoying, dom. you do this all the fucking time, you sweet talk me then leave me hanging with your seriously unlikeable attitude." i grab my phone and bag before walking out of his room.
he's quick on his feet, following after me. now we're yelling at each other.
"i'm annoying? no, that's not fucking fair- i'm trying! it's not fucking easy! i'm a fucking junkie, y/n. the fuck do you want from me?" he yells out, following me. i'm walking to a guest bedroom.
"i know you're trying, but you're not leaving me with anything to work with! i don't even know what the fuck we're arguing about! all i wanted was to know what was going on in your head! that's it! that's all!" i yell back. i throw my bag on the floor, i turn to look at him.
"you know, i thought we were on track to being something. you push and you push until i explode!" he shifts the blame on me, which throws me in for a loop.
"i push? are we serious? i -" he cuts me off. his hands are in the air, he's emphasizing his words, being loud. it's overwhelming to say the least.
"yes, you push. then you run when i confront you, which is what you're doing right now. why can't we just be fucking normal?" i roll my eyes at that.
"yeah, dom. sure. i'm running. okay." i scoff and i put my phone to charge in a guest bedroom. i sit on the bed and look at him, he's shirtless, his pajama pants sitting dangerously low on his hips.
"don't fucking do that." he warns, he addressing the emotional distance i was setting between us.
"are you high?" i question, getting up and trying to inspect his eyes.
"are you fucking serious? no, i'm not fucking high. fuck you!" he scoffs and walks out the room. i roll my eyes, i get into bed.
"whatever" i mutter to myself and i try to go to bed when i see him approach with a cold water bottle, places it next to my phone. he walks to the other side of the bed and he gets into bed next to me. the bed was significantly smaller than his bed, so the space was quite limited.
i was confused on why he decided to sleep next to me after our huge argument, all i could do was scoff again and try to sleep.
"goodnight." he says, his attitude still strong. i don't bother saying it back, there's no point. after a few seconds he reaches over to me, holding my chin and forcing me to look in his eyes.
"say it back." his eyes follow mine.
"good night, dom." i say instantly.
he kisses me, holding my neck. he pecks a couple times before going back to his side.
daniel was the type of guy to ruffle your hair then kiss your forehead after as an apology. he was the type of guy to flick your forehead and call you pretty. he was a sweetheart but he did love to play around.
his hair falls perfectly, some strands land beautifully on his forehead. his face seemed to be intricately sculpted by the gods above, they took their time on daniel desario. it was even better when he was sweating, his hair would stick to the edges of his hairline, god- it made me think about how he would look like if he was fucki-
"doll?" daniel snaps me out of my daydream, he seems to be asking me a question.
"sorry, what'd you say? i was distracted." i admit, i play with my sleeves on my shirt nervously.
"wanna come over later? everyone's going to that lame ass show, you know how nick likes to drag those guys out with him. not me." he rants about nicks tendency to drag the friend group out to small shows in these wacky bars.
"uhh, suree.." i scratch the back of my neck, i was a bit confused why nick didn't invite me. i shrug it off and focus on daniel.
"sweet, should we get going? he grabs his blue ball he was playing around with and feels for his keys.
"we're cutting?" i get up, following behind him trying to catch up.
"yeah, no chance i'm going to algebra." he rolls his eyes and walks towards his shitty red car. i get in and we speed off. the nice breeze in the air as he drives towards his place made it feel euphoric.
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we eventually get to his house and he leads me to his house. i've never been to daniels house, i never really heard much about daniels life in general.
i sit on his bed, a squeak rings from the bed. i look around and see numerous magazines with women on them with bikinis and see budlight poster girls on his walls. his room is so.. him.
"sorry it's a bit of a mess, haven't been home much." he sits on his bean bag and takes a cigarette out of his jacket and lights it.
"it's okay, it's not that messy." i reassure with a smile.
"i've been with kim so much, takes up all my time." he takes a drag. he looks stressed.
"how is kim?" i ask with genuine curiosity, she doesn't really like me so I hardly hear about her.
"dunno, being a whore." he looks mad, almost like he had been broken up with.
"are you guys still together?" i blurt out, i didn't want to invade his privacy too much.
"no she dumped me for this broad." he scoffs. i didn't know she liked girls.
"ah, i see." i nod and rock a bit, my lips form a line. i didn't really know what to say.
"lets play truth or dare." he proposes.
"sure, you start." i smile, he move the bean bag right in front of me to sit closer.
"truth or dare?" he asks with a smile, he looks so good.
"mmm... truth."
"boring, but okay. you got any phobias?" it's a tame question, but in his eyes he saw this as an opportunity to get to know you better. kim never gave him the chance to get to know you, he always thought you were beautiful.
he felt guilty about it sometimes, especially being with kim. he didn't want to put you in a situation where you had to fight kim for his feelings for you. so he kept it a secret for a while, he knew him and kim would be over eventually. this secret was one of his stressors, he wished he could just live his life authentically.
"windows... spiders...holes...giant things." i laugh
"giant things?" he laughed, he had a dirty mind.
"shut up, your turn." i push him slightly. "truth or dare?"
"truth." he chooses with a smile as he looks at me in the eyes. it felt so intimate, so personal.
"who was your first love?" i play it safe.
"never been in love." he confesses. i raise a brow.
"kim?" i assume he was in love with her.
"nah, not her. she was kind of a... best friend. friends with benefits?" he smiles, looking at my hair.
i nod, i didn't have much to say. "my turn."
"truth or dare?" he asks, putting out his cigarette.
"truth." i take my jacket off.
daniel looks at my arms for a bit before asking, "wildest fantasy?"
i widen my eyes, we jumped from a to z so fast. i look up a bit and then make eye contact with him. "you win."
he shakes his head with a semi-serious face before speaking, "nah, you have to answer." he grabs my ankle with his rough hands and massages my ankle.
"uhh.. i don't really think of that sorta stuff too much." i lie
“liar, everyone thinks of sex. even nuns.” he calls my bluff with a large grin on his face that i grew to love so much.
“your turn.” i ignore him, i knew he wouldn’t push for more. “truth or dare?”
he thinks a bit before his hands slowly go up my legs, his rough hands land on my knees. “dare.”
“i dare you to do 10 push ups.” i give an innocent dare, i was far too shy to do anything bold. sometimes i wish i was like daniel, he always had the confidence to speak his mind.
he rolls his eyes, pauses while smiling at me before he goes to do 10 pushups. it took him a short amount of time to do them before he’s back on the beanbag and his hand is on my thigh this time.
“your turn. truth or dare?” he asks, fixing his hair.
“mm dare.” my leg begins to bounce, he keeps it still with a grip.
“kiss me.” he dares. i grab him by the collar and pull him up, he smashes his lips against mine.
he’s on top of me, his lips soft against mine. my legs wrap around him and his left hand grips the back of my thigh, just like i fantasized about for months.
he flips us around and i’m on his lap, his hands on my ass. he’s quite a messy kisser, his teeth clash with mine occasionally as he moves his head to the side.
i break the kiss and look at him in his eyes. i smile lightly and get shy. i never thought we would get to this point because of a truth or dare game, but here we are.
i hear a group of people upstairs, instantly recognizing those voices i hear everyday. i jump off of him and sit on the beanbag.
“hey, the show was lame. we got pizza, hope you’re hungry.” nick casually walks in followed with everyone else.
a/n: hehehe i've been putting out so many fics i hope yall arent tired of meeee
it had been two months since that night with dominic. the next day i helped alex put him in rehab. we would call every night, i would always ask how he's doing and make sure he's being heard.
i mean he has access to therapy at the facility, which is a resource he had been using, thankfully. i just wanted him to get help, i'm sure that this rehab visit has been beneficial to him.
he was out of rehab tomorrow, i had promised him a visit to a local frozen yogurt place we both loved. i was excited to see him in person, i felt like we grew a bond since we've been calling everyday.
dominic felt like my best friend, i would tell him about things that would stress me, inspire me, amuse me, excite me. i loved talking about his day, the random thoughts he had in his mind, no matter how dark they seemed to get, i always was a sucker for his thoughts.
i call him on my landline phone, one he teased me for having but i thought it was important for days when i didn't want to be cooped up on my phone.
the phone rings for a bit before he picks up with a playful "yellow."
"hey dom. how are you?" i prop the phone in between my cheek and shoulder as i paint my nails a dark ruby red for the fall.
"i'm doing good, excited to get out of this shit hole." he chuckles. i can imagine him pacing the room as he speaks on the phone.
"a shit hole that has helped you, dom. don't forget that." i smile, a dimple showing on my cheek as i paint my left pointer finger.
"right, y/n. it has helped. thank you." he sighs out, he never was one to express gratitude casually, he was the type to cringe at affection.
"of course, dom. you're my best friend, i'd do anything to help you. i care for you deeply." i smile fades, my tone a bit more serious.
"i care for you too, y/n. i love you." he says, it sounds like he's holding his breath on the other side of the phone.
i didn't exactly know how to approach this situation, i do love him. i don't know if it's a good thing for me to say it back.
"i love you too, dom." i say, a soft voice coming out of my mouth. i mess up a bit, i grab a brush and clean off my skin that had been stained by the red nail polish.
"y/n?" he calls my name like a lost little boy calling for his mother.
"dom?"
"do you think we'll ever get back together?" he asks, ripping off the bandaid i'm sure he had been dying to ask since the holiday party.
"i dunno, dom." i say, i didn't want to drag the mood down, so i said it with a bit of enthusiasm. i didn't want to crush him.
truth is, i think we could make it work out. i know we could, he was a phenomenal boyfriend, but i didn't want our relationship to hinder his progress towards being clean. i didn't want him getting too comfortable, i didn't want to risk seeing him how i saw him two months ago.
he lets out a small chuckle, he changes the topic quickly before it gets awkward.
"you know i told apple i was talking to you again, i've never heard her so excited." he smiles thinking of his sister, he was really excited to see apple.
"aw, i'm glad. we should hang with her soon. the three of us, like old times." i smile, thinking of the times we've taken her to go shopping for whatever it is 10 year olds like buying.
"yeah.. we should." he says, his voice a bit quiet.
"i love you, dom." i admit, with a bit more emphasis. i paint my ring finger, it reminds me of the times i used to think him and i would get married.
" i love you too, baby." he says, my heart full with admiration but fear.
"goodnight, dom. i'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" i confirm our plans.
"'course. i'll see you soon, y/n." he breathes out and hangs up.
and he goes to bed with a heavy heart. one that he doesn't like feeling, he feels like these are the times where he would kill for a line or a drink. he doesn't like feeling uncertainty, he feels uncertain about the relationship between him and y/n.
he decides he wants a therapy session, he talks it out with his favorite therapist. he pours his heart out, cries as he talks about what you guys once had and how he'd kill to have you back.
i'm sitting on the couch that i was sitting on two months ago. i was waiting in silence for alex to bring him back home after spending all morning with him. i was excited, i was nervous. i was proud of him.
the door opens, and i see him with a suit case and i stand up. he closes the door and i walk over to give him a hug.
and we hug for a couple of minutes, i don't think we need to say anything, the hug alone said a million words, words we want to say but are too afraid to say.
i break the hug and brush a curl out of his face before i speak.
"i'm really proud of you, dom."
he smiles, a tear sheds from his glossy eyes.
"thank you, y/n." he grabs my face and gets closer.
we look in each others eyes, a feeling of intimacy overwhelms me and it's a feeling i missed. it's a feeling he had been chasing.
and we spend the day together, we cook and we dance. we watch joe dirt and play uno. he played his guitar, i watched.
the day was coming to an end. i decide it's time for me to head home.
"i should get going, dom." i start to put on my boots before he stops me.
"you don't want to stay over? you could sleep in my guest bedroom, i have cloth-" i interrupt quickly.
"no, i think that's a bad idea.." i desperately want to stay, but i don't know if the timing is appropriate.
"please?" i look at him, a look in his eye, one that reads with desperation.
i'm in his bed, i'm wearing some of his clothes. we didn't have sex, we're on our own respective sides of the bed. it was silent, it was a bit awkward.
i sigh and he seems to notice the tension in the air as well.
"why is this so awkward? we used to see each other naked and shit. used to kiss you on the mouth." he says quite bluntly.
dom always has a way to say things bluntly, i think it causes him to overshare sometimes.
i chuckle.
"dunno, it's been like 2 years since i've last seen you naked, dom." i remind.
"i know. trust me. i know."
we eventually fall asleep, but i go to bed with a heavy heart and conflict in my mind. it's to try to make it work with dom or to not.
Hiiiii Can you write a Dominic Fike x reader fic where the reader decides to get either a tattoo or a piercing (your choice), and Dominic comes along for support? He’s kind of nervous about the pain but gets surprised when the reader handles it like a total champ. There are cute moments where he’s amazed by their toughness, tries to distract them with jokes or soft touches, and later admires the new ink or jewelry with pride. The tone is light, playful, and sweet.
Btw you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to xx
skeleton milkshake // dom fike
warnings: needles
a/n: a short little blurbie blurbbb
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it was finally time to get your septum pierced. you had the two sides of your nose pierced already, but you decided today was the day you would complete the look with a septum.
it wasn't a spontaneous decision, it came with long nights of thinking about it and backing out of it standing outside of the building because you were scared of the pain.
"i think i'm gonna do it." i say, a blanket covering most of my face as i lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. it was 2AM. dom was half asleep, but your random announcement confused him.
"do what?" he says, his voice groggy.
"the septum, i think i'm gonna do it." i say, i breathe out. it's like i'm preparing for the olympics. it's a piercing!
"oh.. okay babe. sounds good." he says, he wanted to laugh. he found it amusing that you were so nervous over something so small. he almost found it cute.
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the morning had rolled around, i woke up bright and early. i had decided to meditate to get rid of any doubts or anxiety that could get in the way of my decision.
a mantra began to fill my mind- "pain is temporary, swag is forever."
it was a stupid mantra, yes, but it helped immensely! it reminded me that life is too short to overthink these small things. i was making breakfast when dominic comes in the kitchen with his messy curls.
"morning." i smile and flip a pancake.
"hey" he sits down at the island and yawns.
"okay, so i booked the appointment. i feel confident about my decision." i yap at him.
"appointment? for?" he looks puzzled again.
"the piercing. i told you last night." i remind him before i place a pancake on a plate. i rest a hand on my hip and lean on a leg and wave around the spatula before i go on my rant.
"you see! you never listen!......." i go on my tangent but i know dominic wasn't listening, he was probably registering whatever it was i was blabbering about.
"alright, alright.. you're getting the septum pierced. hell yea.. so what time is the appointment?" he questions, finally he's understanding that i mean business.
"2PM." i smile and give him a pancake.
his face looks.. uncertain. it went from puzzled to 'are you sure you want to do this?'
"what?" i look at his face. i see the look of uncertainty. i know he's about to lay it on me.
"are you really sure you want to do this? i mean you fainted when you did your left side of your nose, it hasn't even healed all the way, maybe you should wai--" he rambles before i interrupt.
"yes! i'm sure. i don't want to wait, besides that girl totally went hard on me. heavy handed that girl.." i remember the girls heavy hand and lack of empathy.
"okay.. i'm trusting your decision.. but can i at least come with? to make sure you're okay?" he looks worried.
"yeah, of course you can." i come around the island and sit in his lap as he eats his pancake. i brush a curl from his face and reassure him.
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he's driving towards silver lake, his hand on my thigh as we listen to faith evans. he had been on an rnb kick, i don't really blame him.
" are you sure, y/n?" he questions, his sunglasses hiding the concern laced in his eyes.
"yes, dom, i'm sure! i'll be okay." i reassure.
we pull up to the place, he opens my door and he holds my hand as we walk down the street to get to the shop.
"if you feel any doubt, y/n, we'll be out of there so fast. just let me know and we're gone. we'll even go get matcha and thrifting, you know, that sounds more fun, we should go-" he starts pulling me the other way before i stand my ground.
"dom." i say with a straight face.
"fine.. fine" he starts walking back towards the shop and finally we make it.
the smell and atmosphere made it feel really real. i can't lie, i felt scared. i felt like i wanted to throw up, but i knew if i even showed an ounce of fear, dom would pull me out so fast.
i check in and me and dom are in a back room. i sit down on the chair and the girl is getting ready to start the process. i look at dom and he looks back at me.
"are you-" dom gets interrupted by me again.
"yes! dom. please. calm down, i'll be fine!" i reassure.
"you know for someone that contemplated this for a while, you seem to be very confident about this." he notes.
"i'm a big girl, i can handle some pain, dom." i hold his hand. he stands at the end of the chair, making sure he's not in the piercers way.
"okay, are you ready?" she asks, getting the needle close to my face.
my eyes widen, i almost cried. i nod hesitantly but dominic squeezes my hand with reassurance.
"yeah, i'm ready." i close my eyes and relax.
and i waited for a second... i open my eyes to see the needle in my nose already. it didn't hurt.
dom was surprised to see his girlfriend not scream and cry from the pain, she took it really well!
and just like that! i had a septum. i turn around and look at him and he smiles and chuckles.
"yo, you look badass. you look hot as fuck. wow." he examines my face and grabs my chin, making my head move around to observe the angles.
i smile and pull out my camera to take a picture. i do look pretty badass, i can't lie.
we approach the front desk and dominic pays before we leave.
he pulls his phone out and immediately posts on his story on instagram about it. he says a bunch of bullshit in the background but it was a cute post.
"you know you did really well, i'm real proud of you, baby." he praises me, he really was surprised.
"thank you. i look so cool now." i examine my piercing on my phone camera as we walk down the street back to our car.
can u do a fan fic of dominic fike where the reader and dom fight (doesnt need to be physical but can be🌚) but then make up somehow (also i love ur fanfics)
lowkeeeyyyyy read my recent ficc i did something kinda sorta like that… but will take this into consideration doll
summary: it had been over a week since the holiday party, dom calls you over but things didn't go well. part 2 to holiday blues.
warnings: substance abuse, cussing, being mean, addiction
a/n: i guess it's a mini series..
it had been well over a week since you last saw the curly headed boy. i had made myself busy with work, i barely had the chance to think about him.
it was a friday night, i finally had some time to relax and enjoy my own company. i had played some music, i had this cd i had burned some time ago, it was when my relationship with dom had been reaching it's end.
i played it and sat on the floor, staring at a wall thinking about how beautiful our relationship was, we had an undeniable chemistry. dominic felt like my safe space, he never judged me and he let me be me.
i was sipping on some tea when i feel my phone vibrate against my wood coffee table. i crawl over and turn my phone over, revealing an alarming text from the brown eyed boy.
dom > i need you
y/n > ?
dom > come over
y/n > i don't think that's a good idea
dom > please.
and before i knew it, my feet were acting before I could even make a sensible decision. i quickly put on a coat and put some loafers on before i'm out the door and driving to his place.
after a short 15 minute drive, i'm outside of his house. i sigh and walk across his green lawn and knock at the door. i had realized his car was here, no other cars were parked in his driveway.
he opens the door and he looks disheveled to say the least. he's shirtless, his hair messy and his face looks out of it. he walks away from the door, leaving it open for me to come in.
he's pacing his living room, looking around and i see things thrown across the room and a frame hung on his wall hanging on by a thread.
i close the door behind me and i place my bag on the floor by the door and i try approaching him before he yells at me.
"no, get away from me!" he points at me and walks to the kitchen, leaving me confused and hurt.
"you asked me to come, i'm here. what's wrong? wh- what's going on?" i question, running my hand through my hair as i follow him to the kitchen. it's almost reminiscent of the last few days of our relationship.
"you're a bitch." he spits out and i stare at him.
"and what does that make you?" i examine him and i realize it. he's high. he's never violent when he's high, i know he'd never hit me and i can trust that with my life.
though, he can have these breakdowns when he's suffering withdrawals or on a bender. i'm assuming he's going through a bit of both.
dom and i had a lot of conflict in our relationship due to his addiction, it caused a lot of fun nights but some nights it would get really scary. there were nights where he would lock himself in a room and i wouldn't hear a peep from him all night, it made me afraid.
"man, fuck out of here." he dismisses and goes back to the living room.
"are you high? that's why you called me here? where's your girlfriend?" i follow quickly behind him. i will not be disrespected when i was asked to be here. i refuse to let it happen, maybe in the past i let it happen, but i'd be damned if i let it slide now.
"no, i'm not high. " he lies, it's quite obvious.
"you're lying." i quickly retaliate.
"the fact that you're lying to me when it's very obvious you're high is an insult to my intelligence, dominic." i stand, looking at him. i felt like a mom scolding her son for smoking weed.
"yeah, yeah. so what?" he dismisses once again, he leans back on his couch with his arms crossed. he's looking at the ceiling, it looks like he's deep in thought.
"where's your girlfriend?" i ask, i'm just genuinely confused why i'm here. why did i let myself come?
"cheated on her, broke up with me." he admits, it sounds quite casual. it doesn't really seem like he's proud of it but he doesn't sound ashamed.
"cheated on her? jesus, dom. what's wrong with you?" i sit on the couch across from him.
he doesn't answer, he's staring at the ceiling.
"what are you on?" i ask, looking at his table. decorative magazines stacked on each other with a small gold vase with green leaves coming out of it were placed in the middle of the table. a bag of fast food, some drinks and beers littered the coffee table. i see some white residue on the table, some polaroids and mail on the corner of the table.
"i told you i'm not high." he sighs, he's irritated.
"i'm not stupid, dominic." i sigh before staring again, "what are you on?"
he sighs, looks at me and does that thing where he thinks a bit before speaking. "xanax and coke."
xanax was a new one. i've never seen him abuse xanax.
"benzos?" i question, i've seriously never thought he would abuse benzos. i guess addicts could be unpredictable.
"yeah, y/n. benzos." he spits.
"and i'm out, i'm freaking out right now." he admits before he stands up and paces the living room, his hands resting on the top of his head. it's like he can't breathe.
i really didn't know what to say, all i could provide was my support. my silent support, i don't really know if that's enough for him right now.
it's like a flip of a switch before he starts crying, followed by a yell. i jump in my seat, it was unexpected. i've never seen dominic this way, it wasn't scary but it was definitely new.
he grabs the bag of fast food on the table and throws it, followed by the vase and magazines.
i watched it happen in front of me, i couldn't do anything but watch. this was his time to unleash his emotions and frustrations, i couldn't interfere with that.
"i'm such a piece of shit, man." he cries and sits down. he leans against a wall, his legs up by his chest. his hands laying on his knees and his head down. he looked lost and scared.
i get up and sit next to him, i wrap an arm around his shoulder. i make him lean against me, i couldn't do much but hug him. i couldn't provide the same effect as the drugs he was abusing, all i could do was be there.
he cries against my chest, it wasn't like an ugly cry. it was a cry that almost looked like he didn't want to be seen crying. it was a silent cry.
a tear escapes my own eyes, a boy i once loved- still love, he was in so much pain and i couldn't even see it the first time i saw him. i never wanted his substance abuse to get this bad, i feel guilty for letting it slide.
"you need help." i whisper, i didn't want him to think i was getting him in trouble. i wanted him to feel some sort of comfort.
he nods against my chest, a soft sniffle is heard.
summary: it had been 2 years since dom and y/n had broken up, but they see each other at a mutual friends holiday party.
warnings: nonneeee :)
a/n: should i make this a seriessss idkkkkkk
it had been about a year since your breakup with your boyfriend, dominic. dominic and you dated for 2 years, which is a long time.
i mean, you did everything together. he was your first boyfriend, first kiss, first love and of course, he was your first body.
dominic, overall, was a pretty good boyfriend. he remembered small things, was quite attentive, got you flowers just because and the sex was great. fantastic even.
but that didn’t stop you from breaking up with him because you wanted to focus on your career.
it was a clean split, no hard feelings, it felt nice that it ended the way it did. no unnecessary drama or animosity.
you did feel heartbreak, but you eventually accepted things for what they were. i mean, you broke up with him.. so there wasn’t really a reason to complain.
well, now you’re at this holiday party your friend hunter was hosting. you dreaded events like this because you knew the awkward conversations it would bring.
the how are yous and the questions about your future were anxiety inducing and it wasn’t helping that you knew dominic was going to be there.
thats when you put on your best outfit. one you would feel the most confident and comfortable in. one that would get looks from people because it just looked that good.
i fixed my hat on my head before i turn away from the mirror beautifully hung on the wall above a small decorative table. when i turn away, thats when i make eye contact with the brown eyed boy.
my heartbeat sped up, i swallow thickly and i straighten my posture. i smile and he shines his beautiful smile back at me. next thing i know, he’s walking toward me.
“hey, stranger.” he smiles and has his hands in his pockets. his hair is longer now, not bleached anymore. just brown. he looked stronger, like he put on weight and muscle. but most of all, he looked happy.
“hey, dork.” i smile and look into his eyes.
“how have you been?” he asks, a soft voice on his tongue.
“i’ve been good, how about you? you look happy.” i admit my analysis.
“i am, i am.” he smiles before he speaks again.
“been working and busy.. gym and all.” he lets an awkward chuckle out.
“ah, i’m glad to hear that.” i smile and look at our shoes, i rock back and forth before i look back up and hes still staring at me. his gaze was quite soft, it looked like he was reminiscing.
“you still smoke?”
“i do.” i smile. i fix my hat again, it seems to be a nervous tick i developed tonight.
“do you want to take this conversation outside?” he’s already walking out and i quickly follow.
we’re sitting on the curb, our feet on the rocky pavement of la streets. i stop focusing on my shoes and look to my left and see his face being lit by the flame hes using to start up the cigarette.
his face looks beautiful under the soft flame, the way his brows slightly furrowed trying to light the cigarette. his lips around the cigarette, reminded me of how soft his lips were when i kissed them 2 years ago.
“american spirits? you’re so hollywood.” i tease.
he laughs and blows out smoke. he nods and offers me the cigarette.
i take the cigarette and he speaks.
“apparently they’re better for you or something.” he replied
“no cigarette is good for you, dom.” i laugh
“i realize that now.” he laughs along
“that’s like saying a vape is better for you, it doesn’t make sense.” i add
“alright, alright.. point made.” he chuckles and takes the cigarette.
“how’s your career.. and all that.?” he asks awkwardly.
“it’s been good, actually. law school went okay. but i can practice law now.. so.. i guess it’s successful.” i ramble
“ah, i see. you still live in that apartment?” he asks, taking a hit from the withering cigarette
“oh, no. i live in los feliz now.” i nod as i talk.
“oh, cool. you’re close to me.” he notes, passing me the cigarette.
i smile and take a hit. i felt his eyes on me, it felt safe. awkward, for sure.
“hows your family? apple grew a lot.” i noted, i only know because his mother and i still follow each other.
“oh yeah. she’s grown taller, a bit moody now since she’s a teenager.” he smiles.
i nod and smile, i remember her being so small. we used to bond me and her.
“do you have a girlfriend?” i blurt out. i didn’t mean to, it seemed a bit.. invasive and too soon to ask.
“i do, yeah.” he says, the smile wipes off of him now. it felt like someone punched me in the stomach, the wind was knocked out of me.
“oh.” i say, staring at the fancy cars parked across the street, trying not to overreact. i was happy for him.
“yeah..” he says, awkwardly.
i didn’t answer, there was nothing i could really say.
we sit there in silence for a moment before he speaks up.
“did your phone number change?” he questions
“oh, yeah. i changed to t-mobile.. got a new number.”
“ah. i see. give me your new number.” he gives me his phone. same phone, same phone case.
“i don’t think i should.” i give back his phone, he pushes it back in my hands before i could give it back to him.
“i want you to.” so.. i give him my number.
i quickly type in my number and i stand up. i dust myself off and look at him. he’s also standing up and dusting himself off.
“we should go back inside.” i suggest, my voice small. i felt stupid for giving him my number.
“yeah, we should.” we walk side by side and i quickly split from him, going to the bathroom. i sit on the toilet, i needed to think. i look around at hunters bathroom and i decide it’s best for me to leave.
i come out and look for hunter, i politely bid my goodbyes and i see dominic across the room looking at me. he looked like a lost little boy, he looked hurt.
i smile lightly and wave goodbye before walking out. my uber ride home was quite peaceful, i didn’t have too much to drink tonight, i felt.. hopeful.
i felt bad for giving him my number, it felt like disrespect to his girlfriend. i just promised myself to not reply if he texted me.
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will be making this a mini series i think, idkkkkkkkk
