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[elliotarchive]

✧ smoke and mirrors ✧

synopsis : yn has been elliot's shadow for years—following him through late-night drives, shared cigarettes, and the kind of friendship that feels like it could be everything. But when elliot starts to see her differently, the line between devotion and love becomes dangerously blurred.

paring : elliot x fem!reader.

warnings : drug use & substance abuse ,, smoking/nicotine use ,, alcohol consumption ,, smut ,, emotional manipulation ,, toxic relationship dynamics ,, anxiety & mental health themes ,, profanity ,, codependency themes ,, unrequited feelings/pining.

wc : 7.5k.

the thing about yn was that she never said no.

not to elliot, anyway.

it started small—sharing cigarettes behind the 7-eleven after school, her fingers brushing his when she'd take the marlboro from between his lips. then it was weed, passed back and forth in his car with the windows cracked just enough to let the smoke curl out into the california night. she'd cough sometimes, eyes watering, and he'd laugh—not mean, just amused—and she'd laugh too because making elliot smile felt like winning something.

"you don't have to, you know," he'd said once, early on. they were sixteen, parked outside her house at 2 am, and she'd just taken a hit that made her lungs burn.

"i want to," she'd replied, and it was true. she wanted to do everything he did, be everywhere he was, exist in his orbit like a moon that couldn't break free even if it tried.

now, two years later, nothing had changed. except everything had.

it was a friday night in east highland, which meant the world was painted in neon and bad decisions. yn sat in the passenger seat of elliot's beat-up honda, her converse propped on the dashboard, watching the streetlights blur past. the radio played something low and melancholic—elliot's taste, always—and the air smelled like the joint they'd just finished.

"you coming to the party?" elliot asked, his voice lazy, fingers drumming against the steering wheel.

yn turned to look at him. his profile was sharp in the darkness, all angles and shadows, curls falling into his eyes. god, he was beautiful. it hurt sometimes, how beautiful he was.

"whose party?"

"does it matter?"

she smiled. "not really."

"then yeah, you're coming."

it wasn't a question. it never was with elliot. he just assumed she'd follow, and she always did. yn wondered sometimes if he knew—if he could feel the weight of her feelings pressing against every interaction, every shared silence. but if he did, he never said anything. and she was too afraid to ask.

the party was at some senior's house, the kind of place where parents were conveniently absent and the bass was loud enough to rattle your ribcage. yn stuck close to elliot as they moved through the crowd, his hand occasionally finding the small of her back to guide her through the press of bodies.

she tried not to think about how that touch felt. tried and failed.

"want a drink?" he asked, leaning close so she could hear him over the music.

"sure."

he disappeared into the kitchen, and yn found herself alone, surrounded by people she half-knew from school. she recognized faces—maddy perez holding court near the stairs, cassie howard laughing too loud at something, fez and ashtray in the corner looking like they were conducting business.

this was elliot's world. chaotic, beautiful, dangerous. and she loved it because she loved him.

"here." elliot reappeared, pressing a red solo cup into her hand. their fingers touched, and she felt that familiar electric jolt.

"thanks."

they found a spot on a couch that had seen better days, squeezed between other bodies, their thighs pressed together. yn sipped her drink—something strong that burned going down—and tried to focus on anything other than the warmth of elliot's leg against hers.

"you good?" he asked, glancing at her.

"yeah. why?"

"you seem quiet."

she was always quiet around him lately. too afraid that if she opened her mouth, the truth would spill out. i'm in love with you. i've been in love with you for years. every time you touch me, i forget how to breathe.

"just tired," she said instead.

elliot studied her for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes, then nodded. "wanna get out of here?"

"already?"

"this party's dead anyway."

yn would have followed him into traffic if he asked. "okay."

they ended up at their spot—a lookout point on the edge of town where you could see the whole valley spread out below, lights twinkling like fallen stars. elliot killed the engine and they sat in comfortable silence, passing a cigarette back and forth.

"can i ask you something?" elliot said eventually.

yn’s heart kicked up. "sure."

"why do you hang out with me?"

the question caught her off guard. "what do you mean?"

"i mean..." he exhaled smoke, watching it dissipate into the night. "you're not like the rest of us, yn. you're sweet. you could be doing literally anything else with your time, but you're always here. with me. why?"

because i love you. because being near you is the only time i feel real. because i'd rather be your shadow than anyone else's sun. she thought but didn’t say.

"you're my best friend," she said quietly. "where else would i be?"

elliot turned to look at her, and there was something in his expression she couldn't quite read. vulnerability, maybe. or confusion. "you ever think about what happens after?"

"after what?"

"after high school. after all this." he gestured vaguely at the world beyond the windshield. "you ever think about leaving?"

the thought of leaving—of being anywhere elliot wasn't—made her chest tight. "sometimes. do you?"

"yeah." he took another drag. "but then i think about what i’d be leaving behind, and i don't know if i could."

"what would you be leaving behind?"

he looked at her again, and this time his gaze held. "you, for one."

yn’s breath caught. the air between them felt suddenly charged, heavy with something unspoken. she could feel her pulse in her throat, in her fingertips, everywhere.

"elliot—"

"i’m serious, yn." his voice was soft, almost uncertain. "you're like... the one good thing i haven't fucked up yet."

she didn't know what to say to that. didn't trust herself to speak without her voice breaking. so instead, she reached out and took his hand, lacing their fingers together.

elliot looked down at their joined hands, then back up at her face. something shifted in his expression—a crack in the armor he always wore. "yn..."

"yeah?"

"i think i've been lying to myself."

her heart was a drum. "about what?"

"about this. about us." he squeezed her hand. "about how i feel when i'm with you."

the world narrowed to just the two of them, sitting in his car under the stars, finally saying the things they'd both been too afraid to voice.

"how do you feel?" yn whispered.

elliot leaned closer, his free hand coming up to cup her face. his thumb brushed her cheekbone, and she shivered. "like i want to stop pretending we're just friends."

and then he kissed her.



kissing elliot was like every drug she'd ever tried with him, all at once—dizzying and addictive and impossible to pull away from. his lips were soft, tasting like smoke and something sweeter, and when his tongue slid against hers, yn made a sound she'd never heard herself make before.

his hand tangled in her hair, angling her head so he could kiss her deeper, and she clutched at his shirt, trying to anchor herself to something solid because she felt like she was floating.

when they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, elliot rested his forehead against hers.

"fuck," he breathed. "we should've done that a long time ago."

yn laughed, shaky and breathless. "yeah?"

"yeah." he kissed her again, softer this time. "i've wanted to for... god, i don't even know how long."

"really?"

"really." he pulled back enough to look at her, his eyes searching hers. "you didn't know?"

she shook her head. "i thought... i thought it was just me."

"just you?" elliot laughed, the sound disbelieving. "yn, i think about you constantly. when i'm high, when i'm sober, when i'm supposed to be thinking about literally anything else. you're always there."

tears pricked at her eyes. "elliot..."

"come here." he pulled her across the center console, maneuvering her until she was straddling his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs. the position was intimate, overwhelming, and yn could feel every point where their bodies touched.

"is this okay?" he asked, hands settling on her hips.

she nodded, not trusting her voice.

elliot smiled—that rare, genuine smile that made her heart stutter—and kissed her again. this time it was slower, more exploratory, like he was learning the shape of her mouth, the taste of her. his hands slid under her shirt, fingers splaying across the bare skin of her lower back, and yn gasped against his lips.

"you're so soft," he murmured, kissing along her jaw, down her neck. "so fucking perfect."

yn’s head fell back, giving him better access, and she felt him smile against her throat. his teeth grazed her pulse point and she whimpered, her hips rolling forward involuntarily.

elliot groaned. "yn..."

"sorry, i—"

"don't apologize." his grip on her hips tightened. "do it again."

she did, grinding down against him, and felt the hard length of him through his jeans. the knowledge that he wanted her—that this was real—made her bold. she rocked against him again, finding a rhythm, and elliot's head fell back against the seat.

"fuck, baby," he breathed, and the endearment sent heat pooling low in her belly.

they moved together like that, kissing and touching and learning each other, until the windows were fogged and they were both trembling. elliot's hands roamed everywhere—her back, her sides, sliding up to cup her breasts through her bra—and yn felt like she was on fire.

"we should stop," elliot said, even as his hips bucked up to meet hers. "we should... fuck, we should stop."

"why…?" yn panted, not stopping.

"because if we don't, i'm gonna want to do a lot more than this, and we're in a fucking car."

she pulled back to look at him. his pupils were blown wide, lips swollen from kissing, curls a mess from her fingers. he looked wrecked, and she loved that she'd done that to him.

"so take me somewhere else," she said.

elliot's eyes darkened. "you sure?"

"i’ve never been more sure of anything."

they barely made it to elliot's apartment—a small place he rented with money from dealing, though yn tried not to think too hard about that. the second the door closed behind them, they were on each other again, stumbling toward his bedroom, shedding clothes along the way.

elliot's shirt. yn's jacket. his belt. her shoes.

by the time they fell onto his bed, they were down to underwear, and yn felt suddenly shy despite everything. elliot seemed to sense it because he slowed down, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her.

"hey," he said softly. "we don't have to—"

"i want to," she interrupted. "i want this. i want you."

something fierce and tender crossed his face. "i want you too. so fucking much." he kissed her, slow and deep. "tell me if you want to stop, okay? any time."

she nodded, and then his mouth was on her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breast. he unhooked her bra with practiced ease and tossed it aside, and when his lips closed around her nipple, yn arched off the bed with a cry.

"sensitive," elliot murmured appreciatively, lavishing attention on her breasts until she was squirming beneath him. his hand slid down her stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. "can i?"

"yes. please."

he pulled them off slowly, kissing his way down her body as he went—her ribs, her hip bone, the inside of her thigh. when he settled between her legs, yn's breath caught.

"elliot, you don't have to—"

"i want to," he said, echoing her earlier words. "i've thought about this. about tasting you."

and then his mouth was on her, and yn forgot how to think.

be was good at this—of course he was—his tongue working her with a skill that made her thighs shake. he licked and sucked and explored, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her fingers tighten in his hair.

"elliot," she whimpered, hips rolling against his face. "oh my god, elliot—"

he hummed against her, the vibration sending sparks up her spine, and slid two fingers inside her. the stretch was perfect, overwhelming, and when he crooked them just right while his tongue circled her clit, yn came apart with a cry that was probably too loud for his thin walls.

elliot worked her through it, gentling his touch as she came down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs. when he finally crawled back up her body, his face was flushed and his smile was smug.

"you taste amazing," he said, kissing her so she could taste herself on his tongue.

yn was still floating, boneless and sated, but she wanted more. wanted all of him. she reached down between them, palming him through his boxers, and elliot hissed.

"your turn," she murmured.

"yn, you don't—"

"i want to," she said for the third time that night, and pushed him onto his back.

she pulled his boxers off, and for a moment just looked at him. he was beautiful everywhere, long and lean and perfect. she wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly, and watched his eyes flutter closed.

"fuck," he breathed. "that feels good."

emboldened, yn leaned down and took him in her mouth.

elliot's reaction was immediate—his hips jerked and his hand flew to her hair, not pushing, just holding. "jesus, yn—"

she'd only done this once before, with a boyfriend who hadn't lasted long, but she wanted to be good for elliot. wanted to make him feel the way he'd made her feel. she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks, using her hand where her mouth couldn't reach.

"baby, that's—fuck, that's so good," elliot panted, his fingers tightening in her hair. "but you gotta stop or I'm gonna—"

she pulled off with a wet sound. "i don't mind."

"i mind." He tugged her up, kissing her hard. "i want to be inside you when i cum."

heat flooded through her. "okay."

"you sure? we can stop—"

"elliot." she cupped his face, making him look at her. "i want this. i want you. all of you."

he searched her eyes for a moment, then nodded. "okay. okay." he reached over to his nightstand, fumbling for a condom, and yn watched as he rolled it on with shaking hands.

then he was settling between her thighs, the head of him pressing against her entrance, and they were both breathing hard.

"ready?" he asked.

"yeah…”

he pushed in slowly, and yn gasped at the stretch. it had been a while, and elliot was bigger than her ex, and for a moment it was almost too much. but then he was fully seated inside her, and they both stilled, adjusting.

"you okay?" elliot asked, voice strained.

"yeah. move. please move."

he did, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had yn clinging to his shoulders. it felt incredible—the slide of him inside her, the weight of his body on hers, the way he looked at her like she was something precious.

"you feel so good," elliot groaned, burying his face in her neck. "so fucking good, yn."

she wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle, and they both moaned. elliot's thrusts grew faster, harder, and yn met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving together like they'd done this a thousand times before.

"youch yourself," Elliot panted. "i want to feel you cum around me."

yn slid her hand between them, fingers finding her clit, and the added stimulation made her clench around him. elliot cursed, his rhythm faltering, and she could tell he was close.

"cum for me," she whispered. "i want to feel it."

that was all it took. elliot thrust deep and stilled, groaning her name as he came, and the sound of it—the knowledge that she'd done that to him—pushed yn over the edge again. she came with a cry, her body tightening around him, and rlliot held her through it, whispering praise against her skin.

afterward, they lay tangled together, sweaty and sated, elliot's head on her chest and her fingers in his hair.

"that was..." yn started, then laughed because she didn't have words.

"yeah," elliot agreed. he pressed a kiss to her sternum. "stay tonight?"

"okay."

"okay." he lifted his head to look at her, and his expression was so open, so vulnerable, it made her chest ache. "yn?"

"yeah?"

"i think I'm falling in love with you."

her breath caught. "you think?"

"no." He smiled. "i know. i’m in love with you. i have been for a while, i just... i didn't let myself admit it."

tears pricked at her eyes again. "i love you too. i've loved you for so long, elliot."

he kissed her, soft and sweet. "then i guess we've both been idiots."

she laughed through her tears. "yeah. i guess we have."

the thing about loving elliot was that it wasn't easy.

yn had known that going in—had watched him spiral and self-destruct and push people away for years. but knowing something and living it were different things.

they'd been together for three months when she first saw the cracks.

it started small. elliot canceling plans at the last minute. not answering her texts for hours. showing up high in a way that felt different from their usual recreational use—darker, more desperate.

"you okay?" she asked one night, curled up next to him on his couch. he'd been quiet all evening, staring at the tv without really watching it.

"yeah. fine."

"elliot—"

"i said i’m fine, yn." his voice was sharp, and she flinched.

he noticed, and his expression immediately softened. "shit. i'm sorry. i didn't mean—" he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "i'm just dealing with some stuff."

"what stuff? maybe i can help."

"you can't." he stood abruptly, pacing. "you can't help with this, okay? nust... just leave it alone."

but yn couldn't leave it alone. because she loved him, and watching him hurt was like being hurt herself.

"talk to me," she pleaded. "please. whatever it is, we can figure it out together."

elliot laughed, but there was no humor in it. "that's the thing, yn. you always think we can fix everything together. but some things can't be fixed. some people can't be fixed."

"i don't want to fix you—"

"yes, you do." he turned to face her, and his eyes were hard. "that's what you've always done. followed me around, said yes to everything, tried to be whatever you thought i needed. but you can't save me, yn. i'm not one of your projects."

the words hit like a physical blow. "that's not... that's not what this is."

"isn't it?" he was being cruel now, she could tell. pushing her away because he was scared or hurting or both. "you've been in love with me since we were kids, and i've just been... what? using you? letting you tag along because it was easy?"

"stop it!" tears were streaming down her face now. "you don't mean that..."

"don't i?" but his voice cracked, and she could see the pain in his eyes. "maybe you should go, yn."

"elliot—"

"please! just go…"

so she did. she grabbed her jacket and left, and she didn't let herself cry until she was in her car, driving home through blurry vision.

they didn't talk for a week.

it was the longest week of yn’s life. she kept checking her phone, hoping for a text, a call, anything. but there was nothing.

she thought about reaching out a hundred times. typed and deleted messages, drove past his apartment, almost knocked on his door. But something held her back—pride, maybe, or the fear that he'd meant what he said.

it was fez who finally intervened.

"yo, yn," he said, catching her after she left school one day. "you seen elliot lately?"

she shook her head, not trusting her voice.

fez sighed. "look, Iidon't usually get involved in people's relationship shit, but that boy's a mess without you. like, worse than usual. and i know he said some fucked up things, but he didn't mean 'em. he's just scared."

"scared of what?"

"of being happy. of having something good and fucking it up." fez gave her a meaningful look. "you're good for him, yn. best thing that's happened to him, probably. don't let him push you away."

she took his words in, really took them in and sighed as shee went to his apartment that night.

elliot answered the door looking like he hadn't slept in days—hair a mess, eyes red-rimmed, wearing the same clothes she'd last seen him in.

"monni," he breathed, and the way he said her name—like a prayer, like a plea—broke something open in her chest.

"can i come in?"

he stepped aside wordlessly, and she walked into the apartment. it was a mess—empty bottles, overflowing ashtrays, evidence of a week spent spiraling.

"elliot, what—"

"i'm sorry." the words tumbled out of him in a rush. "i'm so fucking sorry, yn. i didn't mean any of that shit i said. i was just... i was scared, and i lashed out, and i hurt you, and i'm sorry."

"scared of what?"

"of this. of us." he gestured helplessly between them. "of how much i love you. because everyone i love leaves eventually, and i thought... i thought if i pushed you away first, it would hurt less."

"did it?" she asked quietly.

"no." his voice broke. "it hurt so much worse. this whole week, i've been miserable. i can't sleep, can't eat, can't think about anything except how badly i fucked up. you're the best thing in my life, yn, and i almost ruined it because i'm an idiot."

yn crossed the room to stand in front of him. "you are an idiot," she agreed, and he laughed wetly. "but you're my idiot. and i'm not going anywhere, elliot. even when you try to push me away. even when you're scared. i'm staying."

"why?" he whispered. "why would you stay with someone like me?"

"because i love you." she cupped his face, making him look at her. "all of you. the good parts and the broken parts and everything in between. uou don't have to be perfect, elliot. you just have to let me in."

he pulled her into his arms, holding her so tight she could barely breathe. "i love you," he said into her hair. "i love you so much it scares me."

"i know. it scares me too." she pulled back enough to kiss him. "but we'll figure it out. together."

"together," he echoed, and kissed her again.

they made love that night, slower and more tender than before. elliot touched her like she was something precious, something he was afraid of breaking, and yn poured all her love into every kiss, every caress.

"i missed you," he murmured against her skin, mapping her body with his hands and mouth. "missed this. missed us."

“i’m here,” she promised. “i’m right here.”

when he finally slid inside her, they both sighed like coming home. the rhythm they found was unhurried, intimate, more about connection than release. elliot kept his eyes open, watching her face, and yn held his gaze, letting him see everything she felt.

"i love you," he said as they moved together. "i love you, i love you, i love you." he whined pathetically as he shuddered and held onto her more. (subby elliot for the win.)

"i love you too," she gasped, and when they came, it was together, holding each other like lifelines.

afterward, lying in the dark with elliot's heartbeat steady under her ear, yn felt something settle in her chest. this wasn't going to be easy—loving elliot would probably never be easy. but it would be worth it.

"hey, yn?" elliot's voice was soft in the darkness.

"yeah?"

"thank you. for not giving up on me."

she pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "never."

six months later, they were still together.

it wasn't perfect—they fought sometimes, and elliot still had bad days where he withdrew into himself. but they were learning. learning how to communicate, how to be there for each other, how to love each other in a way that was healthy instead of destructive.

yn had started saying no sometimes. not to hurt him, but because she was learning that she could have her own identity separate from being elliot's girlfriend. and elliot was learning to let her in, to share his struggles instead of shouldering them alone.

they were sitting in his car at their spot, passing a joint back and forth, when elliot said, "i've been thinking about leaving."

yn’s heart clenched, but she kept her voice steady. "leaving where?"

"anywhere. after graduation. i got accepted to a music program in new york somewhere… i think you’d like it."

"elliot, that's amazing!" she turned to face him, genuinely happy despite the fear curling in her stomach. "you should go."

"i want to," he admitted. "but i don't want to go without you."

"what?"

he took her hand, lacing their fingers together. "come with me. to new york. we could get an apartment, start over somewhere new. away from all this." he gestured at the town below them. "what do you think?"

yn’s mind raced. leaving east highland, leaving everything she knew, following elliot to a new city—it was terrifying. but it was also exciting. and more than that, it felt right.

"okay," she said.

"okay!?"

"yeah." she smiled. "let's do it. let's get out of here."

elliot's face broke into the biggest smile she'd ever seen. he pulled her into his lap, kissing her deeply. "i love you so fucking much."

"i love you too."

they sat there for a while, wrapped up in each other, watching the lights of east highland twinkle below. and for the first time in a long time, yn felt like everything was going to be okay.

they had each other. and that was enough.

haiii ! this is my first ever fic on euphoria and well… ever honestly lmao… likes and reblog is much appreciated !! :3

[thawavesboring]

UNFINISHED FEELINGS | Dominic Fike x reader - PART 4

Previous (part 3)

PART 4

The closer you got to backstage, the louder your heartbeat became. The noise of the crowd slowly faded behind you. You followed her down a narrow hallway, your thoughts racing with every step. What were you even going to say? What was he going to say? You hadn’t spoken in two years. Two years of silence, distance, and learning how to move on. And now… you were here.

She stopped near the side of the stage and turned to you. “Just wait here. He’s almost finished with his last song”

You nodded, though you barely heard her.

From where you stood, you could still see part of the stage. The lights, the crowd, the movement. His voice carried effortlessly through the speakers, steady and raw, while his fingers moved over the strings of his guitar.

You stood there, your hands trembling slightly, your eyes fixed ahead even though your mind was somewhere else entirely.

When the final song came to an end, the crowd broke out instantly. Cheers, applause, voices rising even louder than before. You felt your breath catch as reality suddenly rushed back in as he made his way backstage.

For a moment, he was surrounded. People talking to him, patting his back, saying things you couldn’t make out. But he didn’t linger. His attention was already elsewhere, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.

He walked straight toward you.

“Hey,” he said, his voice lower now, rougher than when he had been singing.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out at first.

“What is this?” you asked, your voice sharper than you meant it to be.

He frowned slightly, clearly caught off guard by your tone, his hand instinctively lifting to his ear as he tried to remove his in-ear monitor, fingers fumbling a little with the small piece of equipment. “Well… hello to you too.”

“Why am I being asked back here?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “You showed up,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What did you expect me to do?”

Your chest tightened. “I didn’t come here for you,” you replied quickly. “I came with friends… kind of.”

He tilted his head, studying you more closely now. There was a slight narrowing in his eyes, like he was trying to read between the lines. He didn’t look convinced.

“Right,” he said, almost too softly. The word lingered, hanging in the space between you, as if he was waiting for you to say more. When you didn’t, he exhaled quietly.

“I just thought…” he started, his voice dropping, the edge in it fading. “I mean… it’s my show.”

“I’m here because my friends like your music,” you continued, forcing your tone to stay even. “They really wanted to come.”

You glanced down briefly, collecting yourself, before looking back at him.

“I didn’t even know,” you admitted, quieter now. “Not until this week.”

Something shifted in his expression like confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I heard one of your songs on the radio,” you said. “At work. That’s how I found out you were… doing all this.” You gestured vaguely around you, at the noise, the lights, the aftermath of the show.

For a moment, he just looked at you.

“Okay,” he said finally, nodding once, slow and thoughtful. “Then that’s on me.”

He ran a hand through his hair, glancing away like he needed a second before facing you again.

“I misread it,” he admitted, quieter now. “I thought you were here for me. Thought maybe… you wanted to see how I was doing.”

His voice softened, the edges of it giving way to something more vulnerable. “I’ve thought about you,” he admitted.

The confession lingered between you, heavier than expected, and your chest tightened before you could stop it.

“I wanted to reach out,” he continued, his gaze dropping briefly before finding yours again. “A couple of times, actually.” A small, almost self-conscious breath left him. “But it never felt like the right moment.”

He shrugged lightly, though it didn’t quite hide the weight behind it.

“I really thought I did the right thing by letting you to"

Your chest tightened as the words settled between you.

You felt it immediately. That familiar tightness in your chest, the burn behind your eyes. The kind of emotion you thought you had already worked through, already buried deep enough that it couldn’t reach you like this anymore.

But it did.

You blinked quickly, forcing the tears back before they could fall. Not here. Not in front of him.

You straightened slightly, building that wall you had learned to rely on. Because you couldn’t give in. Not after everything. Not after the way it broke you.

“You’re right,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “That was the best thing you could’ve done.”

The words landed sharper than you intended, colder. But you didn’t take them back. Part of you didn’t want to. You held his gaze, letting it linger, fully aware of what you were doing. Letting it sting. Just enough. Because if he felt even a fraction of it, of what it had been like back then, the confusion, the quiet kind of hurt he had left behind, then maybe he’d understand.

“I’m in a better place now,” you continued, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “My life makes sense again. I have stability.”

You paused.

“I have someone who gives me that.”

You didn’t say Drew’s name. You didn’t need to because you knew it was enough for him to know what you meant.

The way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes dropped for a second before returning to yours. He nodded once.

“That’s… good.”

But it wasn’t true.

There was no real stability with Drew. Not in the way you made it sound. What you had with him was easy, uncomplicated, something that filled space, but it wasn’t solid. It wasn’t real in the way you were pretending it was.

He shifted his weight, running a hand over the back of his neck, like he didn’t quite know where to place himself anymore.

“I mean it,” he added more quietly. “I’m glad you’re good.”

Another pause followed. His eyes flickered over your face, searching for something he couldn’t quite name.

“Stability, huh,” he murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Sounds like the kind of thing that gets boring after a while.” He gave a small shrug. “Or maybe that’s just me.”

“That’s definitely just you,” you replied.

This time, you didn’t look away. You held his gaze, steady. “You’re just not used to anything other than chaos,” you said. “You’ve never really been good at being reliable. Or consistent.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” There was no defensiveness in his voice, just a quiet kind of acceptance. “Maybe I should meet him,” he added, almost casually. “Might learn a thing or two.”

You stilled. Just for a second but it was enough. Your posture shifted, your gaze slipping away from his like you suddenly had nowhere to put it. The hesitation said more than any answer could have.

A flicker of something unreadable passed over his face, the hint of playfulness fading as quickly as it came.

“Do your new friends know about me?” he asked, still light in tone, but his eyes fixed on you now, searching.

You didn’t answer.

“Or am I just…” he paused, watching you carefully, “something you don’t talk about anymore?”

A/N: Look at me actually posting consistently heheh Same place, same time tomorrow for part 5????

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UNFINISHED FEELINGS | Dominic Fike x reader - PART 3

A/N: I added a few clips to kind of help visualize what I wrote. Also, I’m new to this, but should I make a taglist?? Let me know if you’d like to be added too!

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PART 3

The week went by quicker than you expected. Or maybe you just weren’t paying attention anymore.

Work slipped into routine, days blending into each other until, before you knew it, the weekend had arrived.

You stood in your bedroom, staring at your reflection a little longer than usual. Your outfit had already changed three times. Too much effort felt wrong. Too little felt careless.

You let out a quiet breath, adjusting the strap of your top, smoothing your hair one last time as if it might calm the restless feeling in your chest.

Behind you, Drew sat on the edge of your bed, watching you with a faint, amused smile.

“You’ve changed outfits at least three times.”

You glanced at him through the mirror. “No, I didn’t.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You did.”

You turned slightly, crossing your arms. “I just didn’t like the other ones.”

He hummed softly, unconvinced. “You look good. You always do.” He stood up and gave you a kiss. 

“Thanks,” you said

His hands resting lightly on your waist. “You okay?”

You nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He studied your face for a moment, as if he could see past your answer, but he didn’t push. “Just asking,” he said gently.

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang.

“That must be them,” Drew said, stepping away.

You followed him out, your steps just a fraction slower than his. The moment the door opened, the calm of your apartment disappeared.

“Finally!” Lisa stepped inside, already smiling. “We thought you were still getting ready.”

Of course not, it was a quick outfit decision,” you said with a smile, glancing at Drew. “Right, D?”

He laughed, knowing full well you had changed outfits more than once.

Lisa came with couple of more people you knew from work. People you saw almost every day, now relaxed, louder, more alive outside of work.

Lisa walked straight up to you and grabbed your arm. “You look good,” she said, quickly scanning your outfit. “I am so excited!”

You smiled, trying to match her energy. “You’re always excited.”

“Obviously,” she grinned. “It’s a concert.” She tilted her head, curiosity lighting up her eyes. “Have you listened to his songs, or are you just going in blind?”

You nodded lightly. “I’ve listened to a few.”

“Oh yeah, What’s your favorite?” asking as if it was interrogation 

You thought for a moment before answering. “I like Frisky.”

“Ooh, that’s a good one.” 

Not long after, you were all heading out together. Laughter filled the space, conversations overlapping, someone already talking about drinks, someone else about how crowded it would be while someone was calling for an Uber.

Once you arrived at the venue, you walked in with the group, your eyes instinctively scanning the space.

“I’ve never been here before, but it’s nice,” Lisa said, already making her way toward the bar. “Let's go get drinks first.”

You followed, letting yourself be pulled along. Orders were placed, drinks passed around, and after a bit of shifting and settling, you found a spot where everyone could fit. It was slightly elevated, giving you a clear view over the crowd. Close enough to see everything on stage, but far enough that it didn’t feel overwhelming.

Your gaze drifted there almost immediately. Two microphone stands. A simple white cloth hanging in the background. No elaborate setup, just rows of different guitars lined up behind them.

Your eyes moved lower. Cables stretched across the floor, equipment scattered around, and a table covered in buttons and switches you didn’t understand. At first glance it looked chaotic, but there was something intentional about it.

Half an hour passed without you noticing.

The room slowly filled, the noise rising with it as anticipation settled over the crowd. Conversations began to fade, interrupted by people glancing toward the stage, waiting. And then the lights went out.

A single light came back on, casting a soft glow over the stage. Music began to play. And then he stepped into it. 

Dominic Fike performing Babydoll at the M3F Festival Dominic Fike performing Can't Stop by Red Hot Chili Peppers after Frisky

For a moment, everything else disappeared.

The crowd, the noise, Drew standing beside you, Lisa grabbing your arm in excitement. None of it mattered. All you saw was him. 

He looked different. Healthier, in a way that was impossible to ignore. His posture was steadier, his movements more controlled. The constant exhaustion you remembered was gone.

You blinked slowly, almost trying to convince yourself it was real.

Because the last time you saw him, he had looked worn down, like everything was catching up to him. This version of him wasn’t that. 

A few songs passed before you even realized it. You had to admit it. He was really good.

His voice filled the room effortlessly. Controlled, steady, but still raw enough to feel real. Every note felt intentional. Every pause, every shift, like he knew exactly what he was doing now. The music wasn’t chaotic anymore. He talked to the crowd in between songs, congratulating someone who’s birthday it was. 

Without noticing, you found yourself relaxing, getting pulled into it.

Lisa grabbed your arm, fully into it, swaying slightly with her drink. “I told you!” she shouted over the music, smiling wide.

You laughed, nodding. “Okay, yes… he’s really good.”

And for a moment, everything felt normal.

You let yourself take it all in. The music, the atmosphere, the rhythm of the crowd, the soft glow of the shifting lights.

Then your eyes met his. Just for a moment. So brief you could have convinced yourself it didn’t happen. But it did. You saw it. The exact second his gaze found yours. And you knew. You knew he had recognized you.

It wasn’t just a passing glance, not the kind performers throw into a crowd without thinking. Something in his expression shifted, subtle but impossible to miss. His focus slipped for a second, like his mind had been pulled somewhere else entirely.

For a moment, he forgot the words.

Maybe it was barely noticeable, just a pause that lasted a fraction too long, a slight hitch. Anyone else might have missed it, but you didn’t. You saw it in his eyes, that brief flicker, the way he blinked as if pulling himself back, reminding himself where he was. He gave a small shake of his head, grounding himself. He eventually continued, his voice steady again, the moment blending back into the rhythm.

When the song ended, the final note lingering softly in the air, he stepped back from the microphone.

He didn’t look at the crowd. Instead, he turned slightly, leaning in toward one of his crew members. You couldn’t hear what he said, it was quick, low, meant only for them. But then the crew member followed his gaze. Straight to you.

Your stomach dropped.

It wasn’t subtle.

They were both looking your way now, and this time it lingered. Long enough to feel deliberate. Long enough to make it seem like you had just been singled out in a room full of people.

“Wait…” Lisa’s voice came from beside you. “Why are they looking here?”

Drew frowned slightly, glancing between the stage and you. 

Lisa narrowed her eyes, clearly not convinced. “That didn’t look random.”

On stage, he stepped back toward the microphone again, but something about his posture had changed. Slightly more tense. Slightly more aware. Like he knew exactly where you were now. And you hated how exposed it made you feel.

Because suddenly, you weren’t just part of the crowd anymore.

You were seen.

You tried to focus on the music again, on your friends, on anything that could pull you back into something normal. But it was impossible now.

A few more songs passed before you saw her again, the woman Dominic had leaned in to, the one he had whispered to, stepping away from the side of the stage. At first, you thought she was just making her way through the crowd, heading somewhere else.

But she wasn’t.

She was walking straight toward you.

Your chest tightened.

Each step she took made it harder to breathe. People shifted around her, making space without even realizing it, until suddenly she was right in front of you.

Looking directly at you.

“Hi,” she said, her voice calm but purposeful. “Are you Y/N?”

For a second, no one spoke. Lisa looked at you, confused. Drew’s expression shifted, trying to piece things together. You felt their eyes on you.

You swallowed, then nodded slowly. “Yeah…”

The woman gave a small nod, like she had just confirmed something important.

“Dominic is asking if you can come backstage.”

The words landed heavier than anything else that night.

Silence fell between you.

Lisa’s head snapped back toward you. “Wait, what?”

Drew looked at you, his brows slightly furrowed now, confusion mixed with something else he wasn’t voicing.

Drew looked at you, his brows slightly furrowed now, confusion mixed with something else he wasn’t voicing. Your heart was racing. God… Drew. A sudden wave of guilt hit you.

You were going to have to explain. Everything.

You looked back at the woman, trying to steady your voice. “What about my friends?” For a second, you hoped she’d say to bring them too. That you wouldn’t have to face him alone.

But she shook her head. “Sorry. He only asked for you.”

The words landed harder than expected. You nodded slowly, your throat suddenly dry.

You glanced at Lisa, whose eyes were wide with confusion and curiosity, already forming a hundred questions she was holding back. Then your gaze shifted to Drew.

He was still looking at you. “I…” you hesitated, your voice softer now. “I’ll be right back, okay?” It sounded weak, even to your own ears.

He studied you for a moment, then gave a small nod. “Yeah… okay.”

Guyssssss, what do you think????

BTW, Dominic singing Frisky/ Can't Stop at M3F is my holy grail. It might be my favorite thing to watch atm.

NEXT (Part 4)

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UNFINISHED FEELINGS | Dominic Fike x reader - PART 2

A/N: Okay, I’m gonna be honest with you guys 😭 this part is kind of a filler for what’s coming next. I had part 2 written already, but when I went to upload it, it felt way too short… so I added a bit more here.

BARE WITH ME PLS, it’ll get better... I hope lol 🫶

English is not my first language. SORRY.

Previous (part 1)

PART 2

You felt the name settle somewhere deep in your chest, heavier than it should have been.

Lisa didn’t notice it. 

“Apparently Columbia Records paid something like four million to sign him,” she said, letting out a short laugh. “And he was in jail.”

She sighed dramatically. “I might have a thing for bad boys…”

Then her expression shifted instantly, excitement taking over. “I’m actually going to his concert this weekend.” Lisa tapped your desk lightly. “You should come! There are still tickets left.”

Your heart skipped, just for a second. You looked up at her. “This weekend?”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “It’ll be fun. Live music, drinks, good vibes and honestly, he’s really good live.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said quietly.

Lisa smiled like she already knew the answer, then pushed herself off your desk and walked away, leaving the music playing softly in the background.

You tried to focus for the rest of the day, but it was useless.

Every now and then, your mind drifted back to him. To the voice on the radio. To the idea of seeing him again, even if it was from a distance. 

By the time the clock hit the end of your workday, you were more tired from thinking than from working. You shut down your computer, grabbed your bag, and made your way down to the lobby. The building was quieter now, the rush of the day slowly fading into the hum of evening.

And then you saw Drew. Leaning casually against one of the pillars near the entrance, hands in his pockets, scrolling on his phone. He looked up almost immediately when he noticed you walking toward him, a small smile forming like it came naturally, like it always did with you.

That was the thing with Drew. It never felt complicated. You liked being around him, and there was something between you, even if neither of you had ever put a label on it. There was a quiet kind of loyalty between you, something that didn’t need to be questioned, and you gave that back just as naturally. And even without him ever saying it out loud, you knew there was love there.

“Hey,” he said as you got closer, straightening up.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice softer than you intended.

He glanced at your face for a second longer than usual, like he was reading you without asking. “Long day?” he leaned in to kiss your cheek. 

You shrugged lightly. “Yeah… something like that.”

He stepped a little closer, reaching for your hand without hesitation, his fingers lacing with yours in a way that felt familiar by now. 

“I figured I’d wait for you,” he said. “Thought we could grab something to eat. Unless you already have plans?”

Plans. I didn’t have any plans other than I wanted to stalk Dominic, which probably wasn’t the healthiest option.

So instead, you smiled lightly. “That sounds nice,” you said, giving his hand a small squeeze.

He nodded toward the door. “Come on then.”

Dinner had been simple. Drew had taken you to a small Italian place just around the corner from your apartment.  You had just taken another bite when Drew leaned back slightly in his chair.

“Did Lisa mention that concert this weekend to you?” he asked casually.

“Yeah, she did actually. Why?”

“Seems like she’s trying to turn it into a whole group thing,” he said. “She’s been inviting everyone.”

You glanced down at your plate for a moment. “Yeah, she asked me earlier too.”

“A couple of my friends already said yes,” he added. “And you know Lisa, she’ll probably drag half the office with her.”

You let out a small laugh. “That does sound like her.”

He smiled, then shrugged lightly. “I was thinking we could go as well. With everyone.”

Part of you wanted to avoid it altogether. Avoid him. Avoid everything that came with it. This wasn’t just anyone. This was your first love. Your most painful heartbreak. The person who had once meant everything, and then walked away like it didn’t.

You knew better than to open that door again. And yet… you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t curious. Curious about who he had become.

“I don’t know,” you said quietly, more to yourself than to Drew.

Drew leaned forward slightly, his voice calm. “It’s just us and people we already know. Nothing crazy. We can leave whenever we want.”

You let out a small breath, still hesitating for a second.

“Ah, you know what… sure,” you said, almost surprising yourself. “Why not.”

He smiled. “Good. I think it’ll be fun.”

For a brief moment, the thought crossed your mind. To tell Drew that you knew Dominic for way back but just as quickly as the thought came… it faded again. What would it change?

It wasn’t like Dominic was suddenly going to walk back into your life because of it. So why complicate things?

And more than that… why risk what you had now?

You glanced at Drew for a second,

Maybe he’d understand. Maybe he wouldn’t.

Anyways, you both finished eating. Drew walked you back to your apartment.

“Goodnight,” he said softly.

“Goodnight, Drew.”

Once inside, you let out a quiet breath, kicking off your shoes and dropping your bag somewhere near the couch. The silence of your apartment felt different after the evening, heavier somehow.

You told yourself you were just going to unwind for a bit. Nothing more. But your hand reached for your phone almost automatically. Before you could overthink it, you opened Instagram and searched his name.

You tapped open his story that he posted.

It made you giggle to yourself. He clearly still had the same sense of humor.

You scrolled further down his feed, there were posts promoting his songs and his new album, mixed with tour announcements listing different dates and cities. It became clear that he was on a city tour, performing at smaller venues.

Your eyes lingered on other photos of him. Back then, he used to have short hair, but somewhere along the way he had dyed it blond, and now it had grown out into the curls he wore today. It was almost surreal seeing him in photoshoots, posing like he had been doing this his whole life.

You went on Youtube. Interviews, live performances, clips from shows, behind-the-scenes footage. A whole life you hadn’t been part of, laid out in front of you. You watched him move across the stage, confident, completely in his element. So different from the version you used to know.

At some point, you weren’t even watching anymore. Just listening, letting his voice fill the room, until you realized you’d been sitting there for quite a while.

NEXT (Part 3)

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UNFINISHED FEELINGS | Dominic Fike x reader - PART 1

INTRO: You met him before anyone knew his name.

Before the interviews, before the stages, before the songs people would one day scream back at him.

Back when he was just Dominic.

(English is not my first language. SORRY.)

PART 1

You met him on a night that didn’t feel important at the time.

It was a small house party, messy and loud, the kind where the air was thick with cheap alcohol and something unfamiliar you would only later learn to recognize too well. Your best friend had dragged you with her. She had always been the outgoing one, the kind of person who thrived in chaos, while you were the opposite. That contrast was exactly why your friendship worked so well. 

As the night went on, you lost your friend somewhere along the way. One minute she was beside you, laughing too loud, the next she had disappeared into the crowd like she always did. You moved through the house, squeezing past people, checking rooms, calling her name over the music, your voice slightly slurred now, your balance just a little off. The alcohol had been hitting harder than you realized, warmth sitting heavy in your chest, softening everything around you. Nothing.

Then you opened a random door. It led to the laundry room.

The light flicked on, too bright, too sudden and you squinted for a second, blinking it away. And there you saw Dominic, alone. He moved quickly, like he hadn’t expected to be interrupted, his hand brushing over his nose before stepping back, pretending like nothing had happened.

For a second, neither of you said anything.

You just looked at each other.

“What are you doing?” you asked, narrowing your eyes slightly, though there was a faint, unsteady edge to your voice.

“Nothing,” he said way too casually. “I was just thinking.”

You let out a small, incredulous laugh, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe. “In the laundry room?”

A corner of his mouth lifted. “Best place for it.”

You crossed your arms, swaying just slightly before catching yourself. “You’re bad at lying.”

You should’ve walked away. But the alcohol blurred the line between what you should do and what you wanted to do. So instead, you stepped inside, pushing the door closed behind you just enough to dim the noise of the party outside. 

Dominic looked at you, a flicker of confusion or maybe surprise crossing his face. “Are you suggesting you wanted some?” he asked, nodding toward the washing machine where he’d set up his previous line. 

Your eyes widened, a mix of offense and disbelief cutting through the haze. “What? No.”

“Oh,” he shrugged lightly. “Didn’t take you as that type anyway.”

You scoffed softly, shaking your head, though a small, dizzy smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.

And from there… things blurred. Maybe it was the alcohol you’d been downing all night, dulling your judgment, making everything feel closer, softer, easier. Or maybe it was him and whatever he was on, the way he looked at you, the charged stillness in the small room.

One thing led to another and you ended up having your first kiss with Dominic there. 

It started hesitant at first, like both of you weren’t fully sure if it was actually happening. But that lasted all of two seconds. His hand found your waist, pulling you closer, and suddenly it wasn’t careful anymore. It was messy. Hungry. Like all the tension had nowhere else to go.

You barely noticed how you ended up pressed against the edge of the washing machine, your fingers gripping his shirt, his breath warm against your skin. Everything outside that room faded, the music, the people, the reason you were even there in the first place.

Until the door suddenly swung open.

“Yo,-”

The voice cut straight through it.

You both pulled back instantly.

A guy stood in the doorway, clearly not expecting… this. His eyes flicked between you and Dominic, confusion quickly turning into a knowing smirk.

“Oh. Shit. Didn’t know you were..” he gestured vaguely, a half-laugh slipping out. “I just came to..”

“I don’t have any,” Dominic cut in, his voice flat, already done with the interruption. He briefly brushed his fingers over his lips, a lingering reminder of what had just happened. “Try Alex.”

The door clicked shut again, and for a moment you just stood there, both of you catching your breath, the interruption still lingering in the air.

After that night… things didn’t just go back to normal. They couldn’t.

You started running into each other more often at the same parties, the same crowded rooms filled with music and too many people. At first it felt accidental. A glance across the room. A smirk when your eyes met. Him finding you in the kitchen, or outside, or somehow always exactly where you were.

And every time, you ended up a little closer. A little longer. A little harder to walk away from.

It started off innocent, if you could even call it that. Late-night conversations, lingering touches. At first it was casual. And before you knew it, he was standing at your door, like it was the most normal thing in the world. And somewhere between those late nights, quiet talks, and the feeling of him being there when everything else faded…

It turned into something more.

Being with him felt like standing too close to the edge of something dangerous. He was chaos in human form, made up of late nights, impulsive decisions, and disappearing acts that came without explanation. Some days, though, he was different. Softer. Almost fragile. He would rest his head in your lap, his eyes half-closed as if the world finally went quiet for a moment.

Back then, Dominic was always busy with music.

It was never something he had learned properly, never something taught to him in structured lessons or classrooms. It was just… there. Natural. He could sit down behind a piano and play without hesitation, his fingers moving instinctively as if they already knew where to go. The same went for the guitar. No training, yet somehow he made it sound like he had been doing it his whole life.

You used to watch him sometimes, quietly, not wanting to interrupt. There was something different about him in those moments. Like all the chaos that usually surrounded him settled into something that actually made sense. He was talented. Really talented.

But he never had the means to turn it into something serious. No proper equipment, no connections, no stability to build on. It stayed small, contained to his world. Late nights with friends, recording rough rap videos, laughing between takes, posting them online without much expectation.

Back then, he loved you in a way that felt raw and unfiltered, as if he didn’t know how to hold anything back. And the more you got to know him, the more you understood why. His home life wasn’t easy. It never had been. There was too much tension, too many things he had learned to deal with on his own. So he turned to drugs. 

It was how he coped. How he numbed things he didn’t want to feel. How he quieted everything that was too loud inside his head.

But it came with a cost.

Because the same thing that helped him escape… also pulled him deeper into trouble. It made him unpredictable. Distant, sometimes. Gone, even when he was right in front of you.

When everything finally fell apart, it didn’t happen all at once. It had been building quietly, almost invisibly, until there was nothing left to hold it together.

One night he got arrested, you weren’t there. You got a call instead. The disbelief when you heard he had been arrested for hitting a police officer. He had told you later it wasn’t what it looked like, that it had been an accident, that he was just trying to protect his younger brother, Alex. 

Eventually, he got out but not in the way you had hoped. He got house arrest. He had to stay in the house and that when he used to make all kind of music. But then the routine test came and he tested positive for drugsuse and had to go to jail. 

So he went away for eight months and twentyseven days. You visit him every now and then.

“I’m sorry,” he said through the glass.

You pressed your hand against it, even though you couldn’t feel his. “We’ll figure it out.”

He nodded, but something in his eyes made your chest tighten. As if he already knew something you didn’t. 

He didn’t call when he got out. You heard it from someone else. And when you finally stood in front of him again, when you saw him there, familiar and distant all at once, he didn’t even try to touch you.

“i don’t think we should see each other again,” he said.

Your heart dropped. “What?”

“You deserve something normal. Something stable.” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing slightly. “That’s not me. It’s never going to be me.”

You shook your head immediately, refusing it. “You don’t get to decide that on your own.”

“Yeah,” he said, a bitter edge slipping through. “I kind of do.”

And that was it. You never heard of him again after that. Hell you didn’t even saw him again after that. Like he vanished, changed numbers and shit. It broke you to the core, and it took you long to get over that. Longer to stop checking your phone, longer to stop wondering where he was, whether he was okay, whether he ever thought about you.

But life kept moving, whether you were ready or not.

It took even longer than you expected to rebuild yourself but it helps that you eventually went to college, got your degree and quickly found a job out of the city you grew up in. This job took you out of Florida, straight to LA. 

Two years later, everything looked different.

A stable job in finance got you your first apartment, the kind you used to imagine when you were younger. Your mornings are structured again. You became someone who made sense again. And with time, you stopped thinking about him.

Or at least, you convinced yourself you had.

You were at work, focused on your screen, surrounded by numbers, emails, and deadlines that demanded your full attention. In the background, a radio played softly, blending into the rhythm of the office, easy to ignore.

Until it wasn’t.

A voice cut through the noise.

Familiar.

Unmistakably familiar.

Your fingers stilled above your keyboard as your head turned slowly, your heart reacting before your mind could catch up.

It was him.

“Three nights at the motel Under streetlights in the City of Palms Call me what you want, when you want, if you want And you can call me names if you call me up Three nights at the motel Under streetlights in the City of Palms Call me what you want, when you want, if you want And you can call me names if you call me up”

Your colleague Lisa walked past your desk, the music playing softly in the background. She paused for a moment, a smile lighting up her face.

“I’m obsessed with this song,” she said.

You swallowed, your fingers hovering above your keyboard as you tried to steady your voice. “What song is this?”

“Three Nights,” she replied casually. “By Dominic Fike.”

NEXT (Part 2)

[mx-misty-eyed]

every few months or so i go through dominic fike psychosis…… unfortunately its unavoidable…….

[darlinluxx]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 ౨ৎ

pairing : elliot x fem!reader

fluff, nsfw

warnings : nsfw, drugs (obvi), cigarettes, alcohol, dom!elliot, sub!reader

- you find yourself sitting cross-legged on Elliot’s bedroom floor at 2am, watching his fingers dance across guitar strings. he’s playing that song he wrote about the night you met, the one he claims isn’t about you (but you know better)

- the constant smell of cigarettes and cologne clings to your clothes after being with him. your parents keep asking you why your sweaters smell like cigarettes and cheap beer

- you get texts that switch between philosophical musings at 3am and radio silence for days. you never know if he’s lost in his head or just lost

- your spotify playlist becomes an odd mix of indie rock he’s introduced you to and the pop songs he pretends to hate

- driving nowhere at midnight, windows down, Elliot’s hand on your thigh while he tells stories about constellations he’s probably making up. the streetlights catch his profile just right, and you understand why people write songs about moments like these

- you learn to read his moods like weather patterns — the storm brewing behind his eyes, the calm in his smile, the lightning in his laugh when he’s trying to hide something

- your heart stops every time he gets “too creative” at parties, always walking that fine line between brilliance and self-destruction. you’ve memorized every local hospital’s address just in case

- Elliot introduces you to his collection of vinyl records he swears sound “infinitely better” than digital. he makes you lie on the floor with him to listen, saying you can’t properly appreciate Radiohead sitting up

- you get used to the way he deflects serious conversations with wit and charm, but treasuring those rare 4am moments when he lets his guard down and shows you who he really is

- you realize that loving Elliot is like trying to hold smoke — beautiful, intoxicating, but impossible to grasp completely. some days that feel like enough, others it feels like drowning

- Elliot’s not the type for elaborate dates. forget the fancy restaurant. your first few outings involved late night drives with the windows down, the music turned up, and sharing takeout in parking lots overlooking the city

- he’s a terrible planner, but he’s always open to going with the flow. one minute you might be browsing a record store, the next you’re spontaneously heading to a concert. it’s always an adventure

- you learn pretty fast that his emotions are a tangled mess. he can go from giggling at a show to brooding about life’s cruelties in a matter of minutes. he doesn’t try to hide it, and that vulnerability becomes something you learn to treasure

- Elliot’s guitar becomes a constant in your life. sometimes he’ll play for you for hours, other times he’ll just fiddle with the strings while you two sit in comfortable silence. it’s a language you both understand

- he introduces you to artists you’ve never heard of, and gets genuinely excited if you start liking them. he loves sharing his passions, not in a boastful way, but with an almost childlike enthusiasm

- but that silence can be heavy sometimes. it’s not always easy. there are days where Elliot’s words get stuck, and you can see the struggle in his eyes. you learn to just be there, a steady presence. sometimes, that’s all he needs

- he tends to overthink. a lot. sometimes he’ll ask you the most profound questions out of nowhere, and other times he’ll just stare at the ceiling, seemingly lost in his head. you learn to listen, and offer a hand when he needs gentle grounding

- Elliot isn’t perfect. you know about his past struggles, and they cast a shadow sometimes. but you don’t judge him. you see the good heart underneath the hurt, and you want to help him heal

- he can be insecure, and you spend a lot of time reminding him how amazing he is. he doesn’t always believe you, but you see the flicker of hope in his eyes when you do

- he’s fiercely loyal. once he lets you in, he’s all in. he’ll defend you to the end, even if he’s quiet and reserved around others

- he can be a little oblivious sometimes. he doesn’t always pick up on social cues, or how his actions might impact others. it becomes your shared mission to help him navigate the complexities of human interaction

- dating Elliot isn’t about the big gestures. it’s the quiet moments: sharing headphones, the gentle brush of his fingers against yours, the way he looks at you when he plays guitar

- he doesn’t need to say “i love you” a million times. you feel it in the way he looks at you, the way he chooses to be vulnerable with you, the way he’s drop everything for you

nsfw :

- Elliot’s kisses are initially gentle, exploring, but they deepen quickly. a surprising fierceness that clashes with his usual demeanor

- he tastes of the mint gum he loves and cigarettes, a combination you’ve grown to find addictive

- he tilts his head, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer, demanding more

- he bites your lip, just a hint of pain that sends shivers down your spine

- he loves seeing the way you look up at him, a mixture of desire and amusement

- Elliot is a mix of control and abandon. he can be gentle and loving and then suddenly switch to a more primal, urgent pace

- he likes to watch your face, his eyes always connecting with yours, seeking your reactions. he wants to know he’s pleasing you

- his hands are everywhere, exploring, cupping, kneading, leaving you breathless

- he whispers your name, a rough, ragged sound as he reaches his peak

- he’s vocal but not overly so. soft moans, gasps, and sometimes a quiet, satisfied sigh that makes your heart skip. he loves to whisper praises mixed with degradation to you

- for aftercare, Elliot holds you close, his body against yours, as you both try to catch your breath

- he traces patterns on your skin with his fingertips, his touch gentle and soothing

- he peppers kisses along your neck, whispering apologies for being too rough or intense, even though you loved every second of it

- he’s strangely affectionate after, holding you close, spooning you, his hand resting on your hip, as if he physically needs to be close

[w-ico]

[domismywhy]

new years | elliot (euphoria) imagine

PLAY BABYDOLL BY DOMINIC FIKE

summary: who knew that getting ditched by your best friend at a new year’s party would let to you befriending a pretty stranger?

genre: elliot x yn!reader, strangers to ?, kissing, drug/alcohol use, mention of mental health issues, mention of violence/blood (wc: 5,3k)

+ requests are open!!! +

this new years eve was about to be fun.

maddy and you had gotten ready together, signing along to music while putting rhinestones and glitter on each others eyes.

you were wearing a white satin dress with some lace, silver glitter and rhinestones glued around your eyes while maddy was wearing the exact opposite of you. her dress was a dark purpleish color, sharp eyeliner and dark lips painting her face as the two of you completed each other.

"do you think nate and i will get back together next year?"

it was hopeless. maddy would never get over nate and you were getting frustrated with seeing your best friend suffer because of some douchebag.

"if he'd change his personality then maybe" you scoffed, making the latina sigh and pour another shot for the two of you.

"cheers babe" you clinked your glasses together "to one last night"

-

arriving at the house a little later than the two of you had planned, you were immediately sucked into the world of alcohol, marijuana and what not as you entered.

"maddy i think im gonna piss my pants if we dont find a toilet" you yelled into her ear as she tried pulling you through the crowd of sweating bodies.

"bitch im trying to find one" she yelled back "also you're not even wearing pants so the piss would just run down your leg, we dont want that"

you laughed at her words, she was right after all.

luck was not on your side when you finally found a bathroom but it was already occupied by no other than nate jacobs. great.

"nate open the fucking door y/n has to pee"

maddy hit the door repeatedly with her fists and you watched the door shake as nate yelled back "just give me a second, god!"

"fuck" you hissed, crossing your legs as you leaned your head against the wall "is he fucking taking a shit or something"

maddy snorted out a laugh at that, hitting the door once more "are you fucking shitting at a party nate? you're fucking disgusting"

a laugh wanted to leave your throat but you couldn't focus on anything other than holding in your pee so now it was your turn to slam your hand against the door

"fucking hurry up nate im being so for real right now-"

"oh shut the fuck up y/n!" you rolled your eyes when his voice cut you off and maddy turned to you with jaw agape and you knew what that meant.

"here we go" you mumbled and then she started kicking the door.

"no you shut the fuck up nate you fucking cunt!-" you closed your eyes as her yelling kept on going and you swore your bladder would burst any second if you didn't pee.

right when you were about to cry the door opened and you didn't even hesitate for one second before you rushed past nates huge body, not even caring about the fact that you almost body slammed him.

relief rushed over you when you were finally able to let out what was in your bladder, sighing out in content as you blend out how maddy and nate were arguing in front of the door. and it didn't even surprise you the least that when you left the bathroom maddy and nate were no where in sight.

"of course" you mumbled under your breath, getting a glimpse of them making out in the crowd of people dancing.

looking around you thought about what to do next. for a second you thought about joining cat and jules on the dance floor, but to be honest you were only a little tipsy, not even drunk yet so you weren't in the mood for dancing at all.

sighing to yourself, you walked up to a group of guys smoking.

"hey" you spoke, flashing them the best fake smile you could muster "can i have a few cigarettes?"

each of them didn't even hesitate to pull out their packs of cigarettes and you almost laughed. teenage boys were so easy to get around.

"wanna smoke with us?" one of them asked, already pulling out his lighter but you shook your head with a polite smile, happy to have gotten what you wanted.

"nah im good, but thank you for your service boys" you blew them a kiss before quickly walking away, rolling your eyes as soon as you were out of their sight. god you hated teens.

strolling around the huge house for some place you could smoke in private, you somehow got lost in the basement. there were so many doors to choose from and you tried opening a few, most of them were locked and you almost gave up with a sigh but then the one on the end of the hallway opened.

"oh shit-" your eyes widened when you saw a guy hunched over a washing machine, obviously snorting a line and you couldnt help but laugh when he straightened up as soon as you opened the door and tried his best in hiding the white powder behind himself.

"were you just snorting a line?"

"dont know what you're talking about" he sniffled, pointing to the front of the washing machine as he said "im just fixing this thing here"

"oh yeah of course" you chuckled, holding eye contact with him for a second.

his blonde dyed hair was showing some brown at the roots as it was starting to curl on top of his head. adding to that there were some tattoos on his face and you were pretty sure there were also some on his hands which you had seen for a second while he was still hunched over.

he was cute. like really cute. and you had not ever seen him around before.

before you could even think about it your mouth moved on its own.

"need some company?"

his eyes mirrored yours as he widened them at your words and he looked you up and down for a second, a lopsided grin spreading on his face.

"sure"

shaking off the surprise you had given yourself by asking him that you closed the door behind you with a grin, sitting down on the ground opposite of him as you put one of the cigarettes you had, in your mouth, looking up at the boy who was just staring at you from the same position he was in earlier.

"you got a lighter?"

he furrwoed his brows, now moving to sit down opposite of you. the fabric of his pants brushing your bare legs as he sat down on the ground. you took notice of his slender fingers as he passed you a lighter, your fingers brushing faintly.

"thanks"

he watched you light up your cigarette "you smoke but don't have a lighter?" eyes burning into yours as you took another puff. he was a very pretty boy.

"i dont smoke" you explained, giggling a bit as he raised his eyebrow teasingly at you "well, only occasionally at parties. i got these from some random guys, want one?"

he took up your offer with a faint smile. the way he smoothly put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it up in a second made you feel some type of way.

his long fingers pulled it out of his mouth as he exhaled, eyes still locked on yours and you had to turn look away, missing the way he smirked at that.

somehow he made you nervous.

"i like your make up"

as soon as those words left his mouth you could feel butterflies shooting through your tummy. he was a boy, usually they don't notice things like that. and theft that he said it so casually, made you want to kiss his plump lips right then and there.

"thank you" you smiled, looking down in your lap to hide the blush that crept on your lips but you knew he could tell.

for the next few minutes the two of you smoked in silence, sometimes your eyes met, sometimes you looked away from him.

when you were done with your cigarette, you took a look around the small room you were in. that was when your eyes fell onto the washing machine.

"can i try a line?"

you watched his brows furrow, his fingers pressing the cigarette onto the floor next to him and his eyes locked with yours.

"its not cocaine, its adderrall" he explained, pulling out a small pack of pills from his hoodie "have you ever done any drugs?"

you shook your head, watching him take out a pill and crush it on the back of his phone case, turning it into white powder

"what does it do?"

"gives a nice high" he formed a line with his credit card, bringing the phone to his nose and he spoke "doesn't last long tho" before snorting it through his nose.

you watched as he sighed, letting his head fall back in what looked like euphoria.

his neck was also clad in tattoos, small ones which you couldnt make out what they were since there was a little distance between you. his adam apple bopped and god you just knew his skin must feel so soft.

gulping, you tried stopping yourself from staring when he came down from his high, smirk growing on his face as he had caught you staring.

"you sure you want to try?"

were you?

after all you had never consumed anything besides alcohol or nicotine. so this would be your first time doing drugs, with a boy you had just met. if maddy knew about this shed probably kill you for taking drugs from a stranger, but somehow he made you feel like you could trust him, although you didn't know if that maybe was just the alcohol in your system that made you think that.

"yeah" you nodded, gulping down the nervousness that grew in you "i won't die right?"

he let out a laugh at that and you couldn't help but laugh too as you saw his teeth shining. for the fifth time that night you thought about how attractive he was.

"i promise you won't die, doll" the nickname rolled off his lips like it was natural, and he flashed a grin at you when he took another pill out and crushed it onto the back of his phone case "you want to snort it or put it on your gums?"

"dunno" you shurgged "i think gums"

he hummed, patting on the ground next to him and you immediately followed suit and moved so you now you were in the place where your feet had been before.

the scent of his perfume mixed with cigarettes filled your nose and you crossed your thighs on instant when you felt his leg brush against your bare one.

he smelled so good.

"here" he mumbled, turning to you with the phone in his hand.

you gulped as you looked at the white powder, and he must've sensed your anxiety as he lowered his phone again "you don't have to, you know that"

his brown eyes softened as they locked with yours. there were only a few inches between you.

"i want to" you mumbled, captivated by the look in his eyes and you had to look away when you noticed his eyes glancing down to your lips "can you do it for me?"

his eye brows lifted in question for a millisecond "want me to put it on your gums?" you hummed in response staring into his eyes as they suddenly became more hooded. before you could even process it, his index finger came up to your lips "open up"

like a bitch in heat you followed without much thought, letting him wet his slender finger on your tongue, while you watched his own lips part while he stared at his finger in your mouth.

what the fuck was actually going on.

his finger for sure had been wet enough by now, but he was still in trance staring at your lips. only when you were about to actually start sucking on his finger, his eyes locked with yours and the two of you stared at each other in silence.

clearing his throat he pulled his finger out, dipping it into the white powder on his phone before turning back to you and lifting your one lip with his other hand.

"its probably gonna burn a little" he spoke in a low tone and you took a deep breath in "just relax, i got you"

his words sent another wave of butterflies through your stomach but they were swept away as soon as the substance touched your gums.

for one second it burned but in the next you were experiencing something you had never felt before. it felt so good, like a nothing bad had ever happened to you in life. you felt so euphoric.

but then it was gone.

while you were gone for a few seconds, you missed how he was looking at you with a feeling he had never felt before. you were so captivating. the way your blue eyes shined like a starry night when you looked at him and how your soft lips parted as you let him put his finger in your mouth; he was so happy you accidentally stumbled into the room.

"jesus" you hissed when you came down from the high, licking over your teeth as you took a second to regain your self "that felt amazing"

the boy chuckled, holding eye contact with you as he licked the rest of the powder off of his finger. you turned to face him more, now sitting side ways against the cupboard.

his eyes closed for a few seconds and you took time to give him a look over once again. he was literally perfect.

"you keep staring at me" he mumbled with his eyes closed, smirk on his lips "dont think i didn't notice"

blood rushed to your cheeks, but you kept your head up, telling him the truth as you shrugged "you're pretty"

"pretty?" his eyes opened and found yours instantly "you're the first person to ever call me pretty i think"

not knowing what to say, you broke the eye contact, reaching for the cigarette that you still had left.

putting it into your mouth you were about to ask for the lighter but the was faster than you could talk and already lit the cigarette for you.

"thanks"

puffing out the smoke you passed him the cigarette, and so you shared it.

the silence you shared was interrupted by your phone vibrating, maddy was calling you.

exhaling some smoke, you sighed, passing the boy the cigarette before you answered the call.

"bitch, where are you?" maddys voice was barely heard over the loud music on her side, she must've noticed you were missing after she parted from nate again.

"went for a smoke" you answered, playfully kicking the boy to your right as he chuckled "ill be back soon"

"yeah you better be, its new years in 20 minutes"

the line cut and you threw a look on the clock in your phone "oh shit only 20 minutes left"

"new years is so overrated" the blonde spoke, offering you the last bit of cigarette that was left, which you accepted, just not before asking why

"i mean, everyone is always making such a big thing out of it, y'know? all that 'new year new me' shit and stuff" he imitated and you giggled "i think if someone wants to change then change now. if you want to become a different person in june, then why wait til january to change?"

his words went through your mind for a few seconds.

"youre right"

he flashed you a grin as he stood up from the ground, offering you his hand to pull you up, which you gladly accepted.

now you noticed how much taller than you he was. you were wearing plateau doc martens, which boosted your height by a few inches but opposite of him, you still had to look up to see his face.

you liked that.

"where are we going?" you asked when he pulled you out of the room, bigger hand still holding yours and you just let him.

he turned around for a second, grinning "upstairs? your friend is missing you, no?"

nodding, you followed him suit. you were a little sad that the moment you had shared with him would probably end now and you'd never see him again, but that was just how life was. you had gotten used to it by now.

as soon as the two of you were back in the huge crowd of people, your grip on his hand tightened and you swore you saw a grin on his lips as he turned to check on you for a second.

it was pathetic, really, but somehow you didn't want to loose him although you had literally just met.

he basically pulled you through the whole room, hand tightly gripping yours until the two of you reached the door to the backyard.

you exhaled hard when you were finally out of the sweating bodies, not minding the fact that his hand was still holding yours.

"found her yet?" he asked, turning his face down to you. you shook your head, maddy was no where to found and the text you had sent her, asking for her location was still unanswered.

"5 minutes left" you sighed, looking around just to see what felt like hundreds of people, running around laughing with their friends, excited for the new year. 

while you were busy looking around, still having a little bit of hope to maybe find maddy, you were oblivious to the boys still looking at you, taking full notice of how your hand fit so perfectly in his and he didn't want to let go. 

he heard someone yell 'one minute left' and was sure soon people would start counting down from ten. so he asked what has been on his mind since the minute you stumbled into the room. 

"hey uhm, do you have a boyfriend?"

his question took you by surprise a little, and you turned just to see him already looking at you. his eyes were shiny as they looked into yours, and you heart beat a little quicker, still you decided to joke a little.

"no i dont" a grin sneaked onto his lips but then your next words left your mouth "i like girls"

"oh" his face fell in a second, you almost felt bad yet you couldn't help but laugh. 

"im kidding" you giggled, his eyes widened and jaw dropped a little before he fell into a laugh. 

"thank god" he breathed out and now it was your turn to raid your eyebrows "why so glad about that?"

a grin appeared on your lips the same time he started grinning, pulling your hand a little so you were now fully facing him. exactly that moment the people around you started counting down from 10.

you gulped, looking up into his brown eyes with you big ones as he go closer to you "so i can do this without being scared of getting beat up" and then he kissed you.

in the background you could hear people cheering 'happy new year' left and right, but the only thing you could think of was the feeling of his soft lips on yours. 

it was a gentle kiss and despite the fact that you had just met him like an hour ago you were sure this was the best kiss you had ever shared with anyone before. 

"happy new year" he spoke with a triumphant grin which only widened when he saw the way you were blushing "happy new year" 

-

the hour after that was a blur to you since shortly after the kiss you shared with him, nate and fez got into a fight and of course you were right at maddys side when that happened. 

you had offered to go with them to the hospital, but somehow cassie jumped into the car quicker than you and just like that you were left standing outside the house alone. 

sighing to yourself you were thinking about your next move. it was only 1:30 am by now, new years night was not over. although if you were being honest, you were very tired and some of nates blood was smeared onto your arm (thankfully not your white dress-) also most of your friends were gone now, so it was valid if you'd leave now. 

it was kinda traumatizing after all, seeing nate being so brutally beat up. you had never seen a fight like that before.

but the boy would just not leave your mind. especially not after the kiss you shared. 

you had lost him in the chaos of the fight earlier, meant you hadn't seen him in almost 2 hours and it was very likely that he had already left, but you knew if you wouldn't go back in to look, then you'd regret it.

when you reentered the house, a few eyes were on you but you did not care. going straight to the bar and grabbing the first bottle of vodka you could find.

gulping down a few sips with a grimaced face, you pushed through the crowd of people to look for the cutie. 

and for some reason luck seemed to be just on your side; because suddenly an arm was wrapped around your waist and you were pulled into a body.

"there you are, doll" 

a drunk giggle escaped you when you looked up and saw the pretty face of the guy who's name was still unknown to you. one look into his eyes was enough to tell you, despite your drunk state, that he was high out of his mind. 

"are you high?" he hummed at your question, leaning down so his ear was at your mouth, he was held hugging you at this point and you enjoyed ever second of it. 

"i asked, are you high?" 

he chuckled into your ear "i am" which just made you burst into giggles once more.

he pulled out of the 'hug' the two of you were in, still crouched down a little so your noses were almost brushing against each other. the way his hooded bloodshot eyes were looking into yours made you feel dizzy and not because you were drunk.

"and you're drunk?" you nodded, biting your lip a little as you noticed his eyes glancing down at them. 

when you did that his eyes seemed to focus on just that, as if nothing else existed around you. his mouth parted a little and his tongue came out to wet his own lips. 

you laughed when you realized he was seriously stuck on your lips "eyes up here pretty boy"

your words snapped him out of his trance, eyes coming back up to yours and a dazed smile fell onto his lips, pulling you flush against his body with an arm around your waist and you let out a little scream at the sudden movement. 

"lets go" he mumbled into your neck and just like that you allowed him to drag you wherever he wanted. 

 "where are we going?" 

"somewhere quieter" he answered, arm still wrapped around your waist and  in a few seconds the two of you were out of the house, back in the cool night air.

despite his arm being wrapped around you, you somehow stumbled over your own feet, almost face planting the ground, but he caught you.

"woah! careful there"

you only laughed, bringing the now almost half empty glass bottle up to your mouth as you drank another sip of it, oblivious to the way his eyebrows furrowed.

"did you drink all of that?"

proudly nodding, you wiped your wet lips with the back of your hand, cringing when you gulped down the burning liquor.

"jesus" he mumbled, looking at your unsteady eyes and the way you slowly became limp in his arms "okay that's enough then"

despite his state of mind, he had noticed how skinny you were. he was sure you must've been at least a little underweight from the way you looked and although he didn't know if it were genetics or because you didn't eat, it was clear that you wouldn't have a high alcohol tolerance. 

you let out a whine when he took the bottle out of your hands, literally throwing it into a bush when you tried taking it out of his grip. 

"what the fuck!" you exclaimed when you heard the glass shattering "that was mine!" stepping out of his hold in protest which was a really bad idea because then you fell. 

"careful-"

no idea how you managed to do that, but suddenly you were on your butt, knees bloody and a pretty boy with red eyes in front of you. 

"oh man" he sighed, placing a gentle hand on your calve, feeling bad for having brought you outside. 

although it didn't seem like much blood, it sure hurt like hell, even in your drunken state it burned like hell. biting back your tears you lowered your head in embarrassment, this was honestly terrible. 

"im sorry" you mumbled out, the touch of his slender fingers taking you by surprise as he tiled your chin up so you were kinda forced to look into his eyes "hey, don't be sorry, its kinds my fault since i brought you out here"

he gave you a gentle smile and you were sure you could feel his thumb gently rubbing against your skin. 

"we should look for some thing to patch you up, hm?" 

nodding, you allowed him to help you up to stand "are you okay to walk-" "i need to throw up"

and after that everything went by in a blur. pretty boy holding your hair as you threw up in the bushes, him guiding you back inside where you continued to throw up into the toilet until you felt better and him asking you if he should bring you home or take you with him. you remembered opting for the latter. 

-

that was how you now found yourself waking up in unfamiliar environment, head groggy and mouth dry when you opened your eyes. 

"what the fuck" you mumbled as you sat up, rubbing your eyes to wake up more. the sound of soft snoring made you turn your head, your eyes almost plopping out of your skull when you saw no other than the guy from last night sleeping sound fully on his back, one arm over his head as the other was spread behind you, you must've slept on it. 

your eyes left his peaceful face to look around his room, it was messy, things were laying all over the place; books, notes, cds and vinyls - a guitar. a smile crept on your face, although you didn't really know him, you found that his room matched perfectly to the vibe he gave off. 

the sight of your phone at the end of the bed made you curious and so you reached for it, just to see that it was only 7:30 am. although you had no idea when you got here, you were sure you hadn't been asleep for more than 3 hours. 

there were a few messages from maddy, which made you frown as you saw that she had texted 'okay good' and  'love you bitch'

you did not remember having texted her before, but you were sure a lot more memories would come back later when you were fully sobered up. 

shutting off your phone, you placed it on the bed table next to you before drinking what felt like a gallon out of the water bottle you found standing there. 

and then - as if it was natural - you fell back into the bed, straight into the arm of the boy who's name was still unknown to you, and you knew what you had done was so dangerous, but with the sound of his soft snores filling your ear, you chose not to care.

-

the second time you woke up it was because you heard water running and pretty boy was not next to you in bed anymore. 

sitting up in bed once again, you took notice of what must've been the door to his bathroom being a little open, that's where the sound of water came from. pretty boy was showering. 

for a split second the intrusive thought of just joining him crossed your mind and you shook your head to yourself. you didn't even know him properly, yet.

the next thing you took notice of was how comfortable you were feeling, only a little sting in your head reminded you of last nights actions. you were feeling better than you deserved. a giggle escaped your mouth, your own anastasia steele moment.

right when you were reaching for the water bottle again, you took notice of the water stopping to run. trying not to panic you took a few sips of water and then he was already walking out of the bathroom.

"oh you're awake" he carefully spoke, smiling at you with his hair still wet and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. no shirt. 

dang it you made a catch. he was truly gorgeous.

"yeah" you adverted your eyes from his as you felt yourself growing nervous by the way he was looking at you. 

you were sure you mustve looked terrible. after all no one looks good after partying on new years, well except blondie of course. 

before you could think of anything else to say he already spoke up "how are you feeling? do you remember anything?"

you were sure your cheeks were flushing when he sat down at your feet, keeping a fair distance between you which you were in that moment thankful for. god you felt so awkward.

this guy watched you fall on the ground, scrape your knee and then held your hair while you vomited. 

"i feel pretty okay actually" you answered, pushing a hair strand behind your ear "i remember most of it i think, except everything that happened after i threw up - by the way im so sorry that you had to see me like that, and that i fell, and that you had to take me with you, really im so fucking sorry-"

"dont apologize" he interrupted you with a laugh "if i didn't want to do any of it i wouldn't have" his words made your jaw go slack for a quick second before you regained your posture. he wanted to?

"thank you so much" you spoke, looking into his brown eyes "seriously, tell me how i can pay you back" 

he shook his head with a goofy grin, teeth showing when he turned to look at you once again "you dont have to"

"i want to tho" you protested, staring into his eyes for as long as you could before you had to break eye contact with him. he was just too attractive.

"you're cute" 

his words almost made you throw up. you were sure no person on earth had ever made you feel so much in this short amount of time of knowing each other. 

he let out a chuckle when he noticed you blushing from his compliment.

"what's your name, doll"

your eyes lit up, right, you didn't do the formals with him yet and you wanted to know his name so badly.

"y/n, what's yours?"

he repeated your name with a smile, making you feel butterflies when he said "i'm elliot" reaching his hand out for you to shake.

with a giggle you shook his hand "it’s a pleasure to meet you elliot"

he grinned at you “the pleasure’s all mine, y/n”

looking into his eyes, you just knew that this was just the beginning.

©domismywhy 2025

[skateordiebitch]

okayy i have a request that may be a little messy but hear me out: you and dom spend a night together but dont exchange any info at all, you just know each others names (maybe not even that) because you both just wanted a one night thing

but afterwards he cant stop thinking about you and tries to find you but has no idea how, until you start meeting each other in random places idk, maybe hes not even famous in this one just a normal guy idk about the rest lol

btw i love the way you write dom

FOR THE FIRST TIME || D.F x reader

'and i'm not trying to forget her just understand how i'll be feeling on that day it's just like seeing her for the first time again'

word count: 4.1k

summary: dominic can't stop thinking about you after a one night stand. you guys don't know a thing about each other... but, the universe works in mysterious ways.

a/n: I'M BACK Y'ALL. I PROMISE. i just worked for three weeks straight and now that black friday's over... i'm back in business, baby! this one is inspired by the prompt (obviously) and 'for the first time' by mac demarco. so cuteeee aaaa this is lowkey how me and my ex girlfriend got together ssshhhhhh anyways

The neon lights outside the bar glowed faintly in the humid night air, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the sidewalk. You didn’t know why you’d come out tonight, only that you needed something to shake up the monotony of your week.

Inside, the music pulsed loudly, a mix of bass-heavy tracks and the low hum of laughter and conversation.

You spotted him almost instantly—leaning casually against the bar, nursing a drink with a disarmingly relaxed demeanor. 

His tousled hair framed his face in a way that made it seem like he hadn’t tried at all, but somehow, it worked. His eyes scanned the room lazily until they locked with yours, catching you mid-sip of your drink.

Dominic didn’t know what drew him to you. 

Maybe it was the way you didn’t seem interested in the crowd around you, or the way you caught his gaze and didn’t immediately look away. Whatever it was, he found himself abandoning his spot at the bar and walking toward you without really thinking.

“Hey,” he said, his voice smooth but with just a hint of hesitation, as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing.

“Hey yourself,” you replied, setting your glass down and arching an eyebrow at him.

He smiled, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. “You look like you don’t want to be here any more than I do.”

You let out a soft laugh. “That obvious?”

“Only to someone who feels the same.” He tilted his head toward the bar. “Can I get you another drink?”

The hours that followed felt like a blur of conversation and laughter. You didn’t know his name, and he didn’t ask for yours. It wasn’t like the usual small talk at bars—this was different. 

Easy. 

You talked about the music, joked about the questionable dance moves of a guy near the DJ booth, and exchanged just enough personal details to feel connected without giving too much away.

By the time you left together, the night was cool and quiet, a sharp contrast to the energy of the bar. 

Neither of you said much as you walked, the tension between you crackling like static.

His apartment was small but clean, the kind of place that told you he didn’t spend much time there. You kicked off your shoes at the door, and he watched you with an amused smile as you glanced around.

“No judgment,” he said, shrugging. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

You grinned. “It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting to end up here either.”

And then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, but it didn’t stay that way for long. The rest of the night passed in a haze of heat and tangled sheets, two strangers lost in a moment they both knew wouldn’t last.

By the time Dominic woke up, sunlight was streaming through the blinds, cutting through the room in soft streaks. The spot beside him was empty, the sheets cool to the touch.

He sat up, blinking groggily, and looked around. No note, no number. Just the faint scent of your perfume lingering in the air.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Well, okay then,” he muttered to himself, trying to brush off the pang of disappointment.

But as the day went on, he found himself replaying the night over and over. 

He didn’t even know your name, and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you—the way you’d laughed at his jokes, the way your eyes sparkled under the dim light, the way you’d looked at him like you really saw him.

He told himself it was nothing, that it didn’t matter. 

But it didn’t help.

A Week Later

Dominic tried to move on. He went out with friends, threw himself into work, and even started picking up old hobbies he’d long abandoned. 

He told himself he was fine, that one night didn’t matter. 

But no matter how much he tried to distract himself, the thought of you crept in at the most unexpected moments.

He would be in line at the grocery store and swear he caught a whiff of your perfume. Or he’d see someone in the crowd with your hair, your posture, your laugh, and his heart would lurch—only to feel that same sting of disappointment when it wasn’t you.

Even his friends noticed.

“You’ve been weird lately,” one of them pointed out during a game night at his apartment. They were all sitting on the floor, empty pizza boxes scattered around, the soft murmur of a playlist filling the silence between rounds of conversation.

“I’m not being weird,” Dominic replied, but his tone was sharp, defensive, betraying his unease.

“You are,” another friend chimed in, eyeing him curiously. “You’ve been spacing out for weeks. You keep staring off like you’re in a damn music video or something.”

Dominic scoffed, tossing a pillow at them. “I’m not doing that.”

“Yes, you are,” the first friend pressed. “What’s going on? Is it work? Family? Girl problems?”

At that, Dominic froze for half a second before shrugging it off. “It’s nothing,” he said, trying to sound casual as he took a sip of his drink.

But it wasn’t nothing.

It was you.

Dominic’s mind kept circling back to the way you’d looked at him that night—like he was someone worth knowing, worth trusting, even if just for a fleeting moment.

He remembered the sound of your laugh, the softness in your voice when you spoke, and the way your lips had felt against his.

He hated how ridiculous it all sounded. You were a stranger. He didn’t even know your name. And yet, the memory of you lingered like an unfinished song stuck in his head.

“You look like you’re plotting something,” one of his friends teased as Dominic stared at the ceiling later that night, the party winding down around him.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just—” He stopped himself, shaking his head.

“It’s just what?”

Dominic hesitated, his friends now watching him with interest. “You ever meet someone who feels… important, even though you barely know them?”

The room went quiet for a beat.

“Like a soulmate thing?” one of them asked, smirking.

Dominic rolled his eyes. “No. I don’t believe in that crap.”

“But you’re thinking about her,” another friend said knowingly.

He didn’t respond. 

What was there to say? That he’d spent weeks replaying a single night with someone he’d never see again? That he’d started scouring random bars on his nights off, hoping to spot you, even though he knew how unlikely it was?

It sounded insane.

Because it was insane.

Still, late at night, when the world was quiet and his mind wandered, Dominic couldn’t help but feel like your paths weren’t done crossing yet.

Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe it was something more.

All he knew was that he couldn’t forget you. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

—

You on the other hand— You told yourself it was fine after that night. Normal, even. People had one-night stands all the time, didn’t they? It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. 

You didn’t even know his name, for God’s sake.

It was ridiculous.

But as the days turned into weeks, you found yourself replaying the night in your head far more often than you wanted to admit. 

Little details kept creeping in when you least expected them: the way he’d laughed softly at something you’d said, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at you, the fleeting brush of his hand against your cheek before he kissed you like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

It wasn’t just the physical part of it that stuck with you, though that was unforgettable in its own right—it was everything else. 

The way he’d listened when you talked, like he actually cared, like every word mattered. The way he’d held you after, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your skin as if he didn’t want to let go.

You hated how your mind kept circling back to him, hated how you couldn’t even step into your favorite coffee shop without secretly hoping to see him standing at the counter. 

It was maddening.

“Earth to you,” your friend said, snapping their fingers in front of your face as you sat across from them at a cafe. “You’ve been staring at the same page of that menu for ten minutes.”

You blinked, shaking yourself out of the fog. “Sorry. I’m just… distracted.”

“Clearly.” They raised an eyebrow, smirking. “What’s his name?”

“There’s no ‘his,’” you lied quickly, but your face betrayed you, and they weren’t buying it.

“Come on,” they teased. “You’ve got that look. Spill.”

You sighed, knowing there was no way out. “It was just a one-night thing. We didn’t even exchange names. It’s not a big deal.”

Their eyes widened. “Okay, mysterious stranger. And now you’re... what? yearning over him?”

“I’m not yearning,” you insisted, even though it felt like a lie. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s so stupid.”

“Not stupid,” they said, their teasing tone softening. “Just human. Maybe it was a really good night.”

“It was,” you admitted, almost shyly. “But it’s not like I’m going to see him again. It’s pointless.”

They shrugged, sipping their coffee. “You never know. The world works in weird ways.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the flicker of hope that their words sparked in you.

Later that night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, your mind betrayed you again. 

You remembered the way he’d smiled at you, crooked and a little shy, like he couldn’t believe his luck. 

The way his voice had sounded—low and soft, with just a hint of a laugh when he’d made some dumb joke that still managed to make you smile. The way his presence had made you feel, like for a few hours, the rest of the world didn’t exist.

You groaned, throwing an arm over your face. 

“Get over it,” you muttered to yourself, but it was no use. 

He was there in your mind, as vivid as the night you’d spent together, and you knew he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

—

Dominic wasn’t even supposed to be at the coffee shop that day.

He’d spilled coffee on his shirt at work and decided to stop for a fresh cup during his lunch break, grumbling the whole way about his clumsiness.

The warm scent of roasted coffee greeted him as he stepped inside. He barely glanced at the menu—he already knew his order. 

But as he waited in line, something else caught his attention.

A scent.

It wasn’t the usual mix of espresso and baked goods that filled the shop. This was different—soft, warm, and familiar. A subtle floral and citrus blend that instantly sent his mind spiraling back to that night weeks ago.

His chest tightened as he tried to brush off the thought. There was no way. It was just a coincidence. 

People wore similar perfumes all the time, right?

But then, someone brushed past him, murmuring a distracted “Sorry,” and the air shifted.

The scent grew stronger. He heard a laugh that was all too familiar.

Dominic froze. His head turned, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.

You were at the counter, your back to him, rummaging through your bag as you spoke to the barista. 

For a moment, all he could do was stare, his heart thudding in his chest.

Was it you? Could it actually be you?

His gaze lingered, tracing the curve of your profile as you turned slightly to hand the barista some cash. Recognition hit him like a jolt of electricity. It wasn’t just the perfume—it was the way you carried yourself, the tilt of your head, the cadence of your voice.

It was you.

He stepped forward instinctively, his heart pounding, but stopped short as doubt crept in. 

What would he even say? He didn’t know your name, didn’t know anything about you beyond that one night. 

For all he knew, you wouldn’t even remember him.

But he couldn’t walk away, not now.

Dominic stayed rooted in place, watching as you waited for your drink. The moment your name wasn’t called—only the number on your receipt—he realized the universe was playing a cruel joke. 

Of course, the one thing he needed to know was the one thing you hadn’t shared.

You turned, drink in hand, and Dominic’s breath caught as your eyes swept the room, landing on him briefly before moving on.

For a split second, your expression shifted—just the faintest flicker of recognition. But you looked away just as quickly, heading toward a corner table with your phone in hand.

Dominic hesitated, his mind racing.

Should he say something? Could he?

The scent lingered in the air as you passed, tugging at his resolve. Without thinking, he followed, stopping a few feet away from your table.

“Hey,” he said, his voice tentative, his heart hammering in his chest.

You glanced up, startled, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow.

“It’s... you,” Dominic said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your brows knit together in confusion at first, but then your eyes widened slightly, your lips parting as the realization hit.

“It’s you,” you echoed, the words soft, almost disbelieving.

Dominic felt a rush of relief and something else—something warm and unsteady that he couldn’t quite name.

For weeks, he’d thought about you, about this moment, and now that it was here, he had no idea what to say.

The two of you found yourselves outside the coffee shop, sitting side by side on a worn wooden bench. 

The world around you bustled with the usual midday energy—cars passing, the chatter of patrons walking in and out of the shop—but it felt oddly quiet between you and Dominic.

“This is insane,” you said, breaking the silence. You were still trying to wrap your head around the impossibility of the moment. “I mean, what are the odds of running into you again?”

Dominic let out a soft laugh, his fingers fidgeting with the seam of his jeans. “I’ve been asking myself the same thing since I saw you. Honestly, I thought I’d never see you again.”

There was something raw in his voice, a quiet vulnerability that made your stomach flip. 

You turned to look at him, studying his face—the slightly messy hair, the faint scruff on his jaw, the way his eyes seemed to glimmer with something unreadable.

“Why?” you asked, your voice softer now. “Were you looking for me?”

His cheeks reddened instantly, and he rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “Maybe a little. Okay, a lot,” he admitted. “I… I don’t know. That night, it just stuck with me. You stuck with me. I don't know why.”

The confession made your chest feel both heavy and light at the same time, a strange and wonderful ache. 

You weren’t sure what to say at first, so you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“It stuck with me too,” you admitted finally, the words barely above a whisper.

When you glanced back up, Dominic was watching you, his gaze steady and unguarded, like he was trying to memorize every detail of your face. 

Relief flickered across his expression, mingling with something deeper, something you weren’t ready to name just yet.

You hesitated, a small, teasing smile tugging at your lips. “We don’t even know each other’s names,” you pointed out.

Dominic chuckled, the tension breaking slightly. “Then let’s start there,” he said, holding out his hand like this was some formal introduction. “I’m Dominic.”

You stared at his outstretched hand for a moment before slipping yours into it, feeling the warmth of his palm. “Nice to meet you, Dominic. I’m Y/N.”

The Next Few Weeks

After that chance encounter, it seemed like fate couldn’t keep the two of you apart. Everywhere you went, Dominic seemed to appear, like some cosmic joke you couldn’t escape.

The first time was at the grocery store. You’d been standing in the produce section, debating between two types of apples, when you caught sight of him a few aisles over, staring at a box of cereal like it held the secrets of the universe.

“Dominic?” you called, half-laughing.

He looked up, startled, before breaking into a grin. “We really have to stop meeting like this,” he joked as he strolled over.

"Lucky Charms?" You giggled, watching him toss the cereal box into his cart. "You're a child."

"Hey, what can I say? I've been feeling quite lucky, recently."

The second time was at your favorite bookstore. You’d been curled up in a corner, flipping through a novel, when a shadow loomed over you.

“Do you always hide back here?” You glanced up to find Dominic standing there, holding a coffee cup and smirking like he owned the place.

“Do you always stalk people in bookstores?” you shot back, unable to hide your smile.

By the third time—a random park you liked to walk through on weekends—you both gave up pretending it was just coincidence.

“I swear you’re following me,” you teased, bumping his shoulder as you walked side by side.

“Or maybe you’re following me,” he countered, his grin teasing as he offered you a bite of his ice cream cone.

What started as coincidence quickly turned into something deliberate. It wasn’t long before you both gave up pretending it was luck or fate. 

Numbers were exchanged during one of those run-ins—a bookstore meet-cute where Dominic scribbled his digits on the back of your receipt, sliding it across the table with a lopsided grin.

“I figure it’s easier than hoping we bump into each other again,” he said, his voice warm with teasing, though his gaze held a flicker of uncertainty. 

You’d smiled, tucking the receipt carefully into your bag, heart fluttering.

After that, the randomness became routine. 

Dominic started showing up at your favorite coffee shop, timing his visits to when he knew you’d be there. 

It wasn’t just that he came by—it was how effortlessly he fit into your day. He’d arrive unannounced but never empty-handed, always with your go-to drink in one hand and some thoughtful little snack in the other.

“I figured you might need this,” he’d say, sliding the cup across the table before settling into the seat across from you. 

His presence never felt imposing; it felt like something you’d been missing without realizing it.

One evening, after yet another coincidental meetup at the park, you invited him over to watch a movie. It was a casual offer, born out of the ease you felt around him, but the night turned into something more.

You’d picked a lighthearted comedy, but neither of you really watched it. 

The conversation flowed too naturally, each question peeling back another layer of who he was, who you were. 

You’d started out on opposite ends of the couch, but by the time the credits rolled, you were leaning against him, your head resting on his shoulder as he absently played with the edge of your sleeve.

“I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in years,” you said, your voice hushed in the dim glow of the TV.

Dominic chuckled softly. “Well, you have a good laugh,” he replied, his words so sincere they made your cheeks warm.

He stayed long after the movie ended, the two of you talking well into the night. 

There was a rare kind of comfort in it—like you’d known him far longer than a few weeks. It wasn’t just what he said; it was the way he listened. 

The way he leaned in slightly when you spoke, how his gaze never wavered, how he made you feel like the most important person in the room.

But beneath the laughter, the shared stories, and the easy silences, there was an unspoken tension simmering between you—a question neither of you dared to voice. 

The memories of your first night together lingered, casting a shadow that felt equal parts thrilling and terrifying. 

You both knew how this had started, but neither of you seemed ready to admit how far it had come.

It was in the way his eyes lingered a second too long when you caught him staring. In the way your fingers brushed when he handed you your coffee, and neither of you pulled away. It was in the way your goodbyes felt heavier with each passing night, like neither of you really wanted to leave.

Every interaction felt charged, as if you were both waiting for something—some sign, some moment to push you over the edge. 

But for now, you stayed in the in-between, caught in the delicate balance of something new and unspoken, something that already felt like it was changing everything.

—

It wasn’t until one night that everything finally came to a head. Dominic appeared at your door, a bottle of wine in one hand and his phone clutched in the other, his thumb nervously tapping against the screen. 

His usual confidence was replaced with a vulnerability that caught you off guard.

“Dom,” you greeted, stepping aside to let him in. “What’s up? You look…” You paused, watching as he hesitated just inside the doorway, clearly working up the courage to say something. “Nervous.”

He let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… you could say that.” His eyes darted around the room as though he were looking for an escape route before he set the wine on your counter. “I need to tell you something.”

You leaned against the arm of the couch, folding your arms across your chest. “Okay… now you’re starting to freak me out. What’s going on?”

Instead of answering, he began pacing your living room, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Not just tonight—like, for days. Maybe weeks. Ever since we ran into each other at the coffee shop, I—”

“Dominic,” you interrupted, stepping closer, your voice gentle but firm. “Take a breath and just say it.”

He stopped pacing abruptly and turned to face you. His hands fidgeted at his sides before he stuffed them into his pockets, as though trying to anchor himself. 

“I wasn’t supposed to care about you,” he admitted finally, his voice low and unsteady. “That night, it was supposed to be nothing. Just a one-time thing. But now…” His gaze met yours, raw and earnest. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t been able to since the moment I left.”

The room felt suddenly too small, the air thick with unspoken tension. Your breath hitched, and all you could do was stare at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“I didn’t even know your name,” he continued, a nervous laugh escaping him as he gestured aimlessly. “And still, you were in my head. And then, out of nowhere, you just… showed up again. Like some kind of sign. And I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”

“Dom…” you murmured, your voice barely audible, but he held up a hand to stop you, his words spilling out in a rush.

“If this is too much, just tell me,” he said quickly, his eyes searching yours with a kind of desperation that made your chest ache. “But I had to say it. I can’t keep pretending like this is nothing when it’s not. Not to me.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. Your mind raced, trying to process everything, but one thing was crystal clear: you felt the same.

“I’ve been falling for you too,” you said softly, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess them. And as soon as you said it, the tension in the room broke.

Relief washed over Dominic’s face like sunlight after a storm. 

A small, almost disbelieving laugh escaped him, and before you could say anything else, he crossed the distance between you in a few long strides. His arms wrapped around you in a tight, almost desperate embrace, as though he was afraid you might slip away.

You melted against him, burying your face in his chest as the familiar warmth of his scent wrapped around you. 

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, content to just hold each other in the quiet.

“So,” he murmured after a while, his voice lighter now, laced with a teasing edge. “Dinner tomorrow? You know, a proper one this time. A date?”

You laughed against his chest, the sound bubbling up naturally as you pulled back just enough to look at him. “Dinner sounds perfect,” you said, your smile matching the brightness in his eyes. “It’s a date.”

For the first time in weeks—maybe months—you both felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

[gojosconsort]

mdni. toji wants to breed you so bad after he sees you get along so well with megumi.

toji's mind has been a fucking mess all night. it's christmas eve, snow piling up outside but here you are—kneeling on the worn living room rug, helping megumi unwrap another cheap toy from the dollar store pile toji scraped together.

the kid's eyes light up at the plastic dinosaur, tiny hands clutching it like it's something expensive, and you laugh that soft, genuine laugh that hits toji right in the gut. "rawr!" you growl playfully, making the dino attack megumi's arm. the boy giggles—actually giggles—and toji feels something crack inside him.

he's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, scarred lip twitching into a smirk. you've been dating what, four months? five? long enough that he trusts you around megumi, but not so long that this domestic shit should feel this natural.

you're in an oversized sweater—his, actually, the one that hangs loose on your frame but clings just right to your tits—and leggings that hug your ass every time you shift. innocent enough. but toji's brain is anything but.

he watches you ruffle megumi's hair, the kid leaning into you without a second thought, and his cock twitches. fuck. you're good with him. too good. patient when megumi gets shy, playful when he opens up. toji's never had that—never given it to anyone else, either.

megumi's mom was dead before the kid could walk, leaving toji with a squalling infant and a lifetime of regrets. he's done okay, kept the brat alive, but this? you on the floor, making his son smile like that? it unlocks something primal.

his eyes drag down your body as you lean forward to grab another gift. the sweater rides up, exposing the dimples at the base of your spine, the curve of your lower back. he imagines gripping those hips, bending you over right there on the rug. stripping you bare, spreading your thighs, and sliding into that tight heat.

but it's not just fucking anymore. no, his mind goes way hungrier. he wants to fill you. breed you. watch your belly swell with his kid—round and heavy, tits leaking, all because of him. megumi would have a sibling, someone to boss around, and you'd be tied to him forever. marked. his.

he pictures it clear as day: you in a bigger place—not this cramped shithole, but something with an actual yard where megumi could run around with a little brother or sister trailing behind. you'd be barefoot in the kitchen, belly round again because he'd keep you that way—always full of his cum, always carrying his kid.

he'd come home from whatever dead-end job he scraped together, find you on the couch with the baby at your breast, megumi coloring nearby, and he'd pull you into his lap the second the kids were down. slide right back in, pump you full one more time just because he could. no protection, ever. he'd make damn sure you stayed knocked up, leaking him for days, thighs sticky with it.

it'd be a pain in the ass, yeah. more mouths to feed meant he'd have to stop gambling half his paychecks, get a real job—maybe security or bouncing at some club, something steady that paid enough for diapers and formula and whatever the fuck kids need.

he'd hate the routine, the early mornings, the boss breathing down his neck. but for you? fuck, you're worth it. worth every headache, every extra shift. he wants to breed you so bad it aches—wants to see megumi calling you mom without hesitation, wants a noisy house full of his brats. you'd look so fucking good heavy with his baby again, tits swollen, hips wider, glowing like you were made for it.

he'd keep you that way as long as you'd let him.

the thought makes his jeans tight. he shifts, palming himself discreetly, but you glance up then, catching his eye. "everything okay?" you ask, voice sweet, oblivious to his mind running wild.

"yeah," he grunts. "just thinkin'."

megumi yawns, rubbing his eyes, and toji seizes the moment. "bedtime, kid." he scoops megumi up, the boy mumbling protests but clinging to his neck. you stand, stretching, and toji's gaze zeros in on the way your sweater lifts, showing a strip of soft stomach. fuck, he wants his hands there—pressing down as he pumps into you, feeling himself through your skin.

he slams home in one thrust, bottoming out with a grunt. you're tight, hot, clenching around him like you never want to let him go. "fuck, yes." he sets a brutal pace, hips snapping, balls slapping your ass. the bed frame groans, but he doesn't care. his hand spans your stomach, pressing down. "feel me? right here. gonna put it deep."

you cry out, nails raking his back. "harder—god, toji—"

he obliges, folding you in half, knees to your chest. the angle lets him hit deeper, grinding against that spot that makes you see stars. "gonna pump you full. no pullin' out. want every drop takin'." sweat drips down his brow, muscles flexing with each thrust. he imagines it—your belly growing, waddling around his shitty house, megumi poking at the bump, asking if it's a brother or sister. you, glowing, tits heavy, begging him to fuck the ache away even when you're huge.

"want you knocked up by new year," he growls against your ear. "belly round again before spring. megumi chasin' a little sister around this same tree next christmas."

the words send heat spiraling through you. "yes—toji—please—"

he fucks you harder, like he's trying to brand the idea into your body. you push back to meet every thrust, taking him deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every snap of his hips.

"gonna keep you full," he rasps. "every night. plug you with it so it takes."

pressure coils tight and fast. you come with a choked cry, pussy clenching hard around him, milking him. he swears under his breath, pace stuttering.

"fuck—feels so fuckin' good—"

he buries himself to the hilt and unloads—thick, hot pulses flooding you deep. you feel every spurt, the way he throbs inside, grinding to push it further. he doesn’t pull out, just stays seated, cock plugging you as his cum fills you up.

minutes pass. the tree lights keep blinking, while he's still hard inside you, hand splayed over your lower belly like he can already feel it happening.

he shifts suddenly, big hands sliding down to grip behind your knees. before you can react, he's pushing your legs up and back, folding you nearly in half, ass lifted off the rug. his cock drives even deeper, the head pressed flush against your cervix, cum already pooling there.

"t-toji—what are you doing?"

"not lettin' luck decide." his eyes are fixed on where his dick disappears inside you, watching the way your pussy clenches around him, keeping him plugged. every throb of his cock pushes his load further in, no chance of it leaking out. "gonna make sure it takes. every fuckin' drop stays right where it belongs." you whimper, the position making you feel so full.

"good girl," he mutters finally, pulling out slow. "keep it all in. we're just gettin' started." you whine at the emptiness, at the warm trickle that follows. he flips you onto your stomach, spreads your thighs wide, and slides right back in.

"merry fuckin' christmas," he says, and starts all over again.

[uceybluecy]

show me // kinktober 2025 ღ

ღ summary: jey’s desperation for another night w/ you shows you another side of him and makes you flip *that* switch

ღ pairing: jey uso x black!reader, jey uso x black fem!reader, jey uso x reader

ღ warnings: 18+, mdni, explicit sexual content, profanity, cheating, alcohol use, oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, a bit of sub!jey, soft!dom reader, slight praise kink, semi public sexual activitiessss

ღ word count: 2,353

ღ author’s note: some life stuff delayed kinktober for me but i will be posting the rest anyway. the others will (hopefully) be a lot shorter

ღ taglist: @punksyeet @psiloveyou @fearlesschimera

jey was not a man of many words but, when it came to you, he just couldn’t seem to shut the fuck up. or, at least, that’s what jimmy was currently thinking as he listened to him talk about how you were acting… again.

“it’s weird because she’s not acting weird, uce. and she’s not acting like she wants another night together. she just went right back to how it was before and i don’t know what to do about it.” jimmy let out a sigh as he sat forward, resting his elbows on his muscular thighs.

“y/n is a grown ass woman. what, you thought she’d be all over you like your nxt girlfriend? she doesn’t seem like the type.” he finished his annoyed rant before taking another sip of his water. they were currently in the backyard of bianca and montez, surrounded by their coworkers at a small party before everyone gets back on the road. he was the designated driver between him and trin since she was celebrating her recent win, and jey was starting to make him hate every second of it.

“i just thought she would act more interested. she’s back to her usual joking around like nothing happened when i can’t even get that night out of my mind.” jey spoke, honestly.

“maybe you didn’t put it down like you thought you did. she might just be disappointed.” jimmy’s words caused a flashback to play in jey’s mind for what must’ve been the hundredth time today alone. you were underneath him, double-d titties bouncing within his view, wide hips rolling into his thrusts to fuck him back. he could still hear your moans like you were under him right now.

jey never had a woman bring him the level of pleasure he felt with you that night. the longer your bodies were entangled, the more he melted into the moment and into you. by the end of the night, he damn near felt himself falling into a love spell casted on him by the treasure between your thighs.

jey blinked away the visual, eyes glancing up to find you standing over by the bar in bianca’s backyard. the thin fabric of the dress you wore was hugging your body just right, leaving just enough to the imagination to drive jey mad. he could’ve sworn that he could see the color of your thong if he looked hard enough. he tore his eyes away from your backside and sucked his teeth as a late reaction to his brother’s comment.

“i always put it down, uce. and i definitely put it down that night. it was so good, i almost put a baby in her.” he told his older twin. jimmy simply shook his head. he knew that there was nothing he could say to his hard-headed brother about the situation that wouldn’t fall on deaf ears.

“and i’ma make her admit it tonight.” jey hopped up from the lounge chairs that him and jimmy were sitting in. drink left behind on the ground, along with his pride and dignity as he walked in your direction.

he came up behind you, placing hands on both shoulders to scare you and act like his normal, playful self knowing he had another motive for talking to you. you shook at the initial contact and your head swung to the left to see jey’s warm grin.

“jey, oh my god, you almost gave me a heart attack!” you exclaimed, raising a hand to playfully swat his chest as punishment. he chuckled, but it was shallow. like the humor of the situation couldn’t quite reach his soul until he knew why you were acting like nothing ever happened between you.

“i’m sorry, mama. i just wanted your attention.” he replied. you took a sip of the strawberry margarita in your hand before looking back up at him.

“well, you have it now, what’s up?” you asked him. and it was the casualness of your question that made the grin on his face falter and be replaced by a straight line.

“do i?” he asked you. his eyebrows raised slightly, as if he was accusing you of lying. there was a flash of a very visible frown and furrowed eyebrows on your face before you responded.

“what does that mean?”

“it means you haven’t been acting like it. you’ve been acting like.. like that night never happened.” his tone was steady as he looked deep into your eyes.

“as opposed to…” you trailed off as you reciprocated the direct eye contact to him.

“i don’t know, just— acting like we have something.” he clarified.

“you have something. two somethings to be exact. i was just leaving you to that.” the words sounded harsher than the tone you carried them in, but knowing you didn’t carry judgement with your words still didn’t soften the blow for jey. he had his own thing going on with his wife and his girlfriend, and you knew that. the details of his relationships or arrangements didn’t concern you, nor did it stop you from getting what you wanted. but you weren’t going to linger in his life and become yet another woman competing for his time. whether you’d just be fuck buddies or not, you had better things and other dick that you could be focusing on.

“how can you just go back to normal, just like that?” he asked. he was now blocking you off from the rest of the party because of how much he towered over your body in such close proximity. for the first time since he walked over, you inhaled his cologne. it was subtly sweet like you remembered, with a musky layer hiding the notes of cinnamon and maybe vanilla. you fought back the images of the first time you really noticed the details of his cologne, when his shirtless body was hovering over yours and his lips pressed into your neck.

“when were things not normal, jey? it was one night. how else did you think i would act?”

“like you’d want to do it again.” he said, plainly. finally giving you the real reason behind his abrupt behavior tonight. the air changed between you as the weight of what he wanted settled. he wasn’t upset at how you were acting, he was upset that you didn’t ask for another night with him. which told you one thing—- he was feining.

his brown eyes were as wide and docile as a puppy begging for a treat after his statement. he waited patiently as you looked over him and noticed all of the signs of his desperation. the closed fist at his side so he wouldn’t touch you, the way he leaned into you for some type of closeness. the confidence and dominance he carried with him when he walked over to you had faltered and crumbled at the soles of your heels.

you were seeing jey in a new light completely. he wasn’t the big, loud, tough guy that you knew him to be. his desperation had turned him into something much softer and… obedient. and you could work with obedient.

“follow me.” you took another sip from your drink before you hopped off the bar stool, walking towards the sliding door of bianca’s house. you led jey inside, past the sitting area, kitchen, and down the long hallway leading to the front door. jey followed just close enough to watch the sway of your hips and the way your ass jiggled as you walked. your heels clacking against the floor was the only sound in the empty house. bianca, montez, and their guests were all in the backyard, which gave you and jey some privacy. you stopped at the end of the hallway and turned to jey, grabbing hold of his belt buckle and the front of his jeans. he leaned into your movements as you leaned back on the wall and pulled him close.

“you want another night, baby?” he was nodding his head before you could even finish the question.

“i want several nights with you.” he admitted. all of his ego and pride were long gone now, left laying somewhere between the lawn chair and the bar in the backyard. you smiled sweetly, knowing that he was right where you wanted him. needy, desperate, and almost begging for you.

“then prove that you deserve it. get on your knees.” he dropped to the floor almost immediately after you released your hold on him, surprising even himself at how quick he moved to obey you. no other woman had been able to literally bring him to his knees in the way that you were, but he didn’t care. he was willing to do any and everything you asked of him, including making you his only woman. that’s how hooked he was on you after that one night.

his hands moved to caress your thighs that you still had closed shut. you wanted a moment to take in the sight before you. main event jey uso, former right hand man to roman reigns and half of one of the most dominate tag teams in wwe history was at your feet, kneeling in front of you and preparing to beg for access to your body again. this will be a lasting image for you and make your wetness pool in your panties for weeks to come.

“you’re so pretty when you’re on your knees, jey.” your right hand cuffed his chin and he leaned into it, almost savoring the touch. the strappy heel wrapping up your left leg lifted into the air before resting on his broad shoulder.

“we probably have about ten minutes before someone walks through that sliding door. meaning you have ten minutes to show me why i should go home with you tonight.” you explained to jey steadily and slowly. his face was just inches away from your warm center as you spoke. his breath hitched once he inhaled the sweet smell that he’s been thinking about for days. his patience was wearing thin, and you noticed. you released his face from your grasp and leaned back again the wall.

“eat.” jey spread your legs as much as possible before sliding your black thong to the side. he licked his lips at the sight of how wet you were for him already. in his mind, it just proved that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. and he didn’t mind working to make you admit it if it meant he’d get a chance to taste you again.

with a flat tongue, he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, sending a chill up your spine on contact. his tongue lapped at your folds eagerly and sloppily like a man starved. every lick, flick and swirl of his tongue was calculated on his part but felt raw and sporadic to you. you had no idea what to expect him to do next as he devoured you like you were his last meal.

soft breaths fell from your lips as jey switched focus to your bundle of throbbing nerves, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. the sensation made your back arch off the wall as a moan fell from your lips.

“fuck, you’re doing so good.” you moaned breathlessly as you tried to keep quiet in the empty house. he lifted your other leg onto his free shoulder, keeping you steady against the wall with both hands cupping your ass as he squeezed it for dear life.

your senses were heightening as every second passed with jey’s mouth latched to your aching core. you looked down to see your dress draped over his soft curls, barely covered like a dirty little secret that was bound to get out. the thought alone made you roll your hips against his tongue to chase the high of the moment. you were sure that he’d already eaten his way into giving you some much desired dick tonight and you hadn’t even came yet. the excitement of possibly getting caught in this position was like the cherry on top of a craving from your wildest dreams.

jey groaned into you, sending a vibration that felt like it went into your clit and up your spine. his grip on your ass tightened as he flicked your clit with his tongue repeatedly. the new sensation halted your moments immediately. you moaned so loud that it bounced off the walls and echoed into the empty house.

“ah, fuck. just like that. i’m so close, baby.” you caressed his brown curls as he ate your pussy into a mind-numbing orgasm that had you seeing stars. his moments slowed as he licked up the mess he’d made between your legs, bringing you down from the high.

jey moved your thong back in place and let you place both feet firmly on the ground before standing up in front of you.

“so you leaving with me or i’m meeting you at your place?” his lips were curved into a smirk that was more flirty than the cocky one he usually wore. those puppy dog eyes were dilated now, full of lust and desire but still searching yours for approval. you took a moment to think about your decision. it was already made, but you loved adding tension to situations like these just to see attractive men sweat.

“hm.. you can drive me home and we’ll see what happens.” a cocky smirk of your own grew across your face the moment you saw jey’s eyes light up with hope and just a hint of fear. he knew he did exactly what you’d required of him, but he still couldn’t read you. he had no idea if you were actually fucking him tonight or if he’d take you all the way home just for him to eat you out again and get nothing but a wet spot in his pants in return. he was vulnerable and completely at your mercy, but didn’t care that he was. you could definitely get used to seeing him like this.

[msklassickilla]

To My Prada Babies ‪‪❤︎‬

Hey My Babies!

I've missed y'all something bad. And I'm coming to y'all to update you about Prada You 2.

I've taken it down as I'm not truly proud of what I created. I feel like I can do better. I know I can do better. You all deserve the best version of this story.

Please know I didn't make this decision lightly. I know y'all love these characters just as much as I do. So I'm asking for another chance to do this right, to do right by them.

Prada You 2 (The Redo) is being written as we speak. The cast of characters are still the same but the story is being switched up for the better. If you no longer want to be on the taglist for the new version of the story, let me know. I understand completely but I hope you'll stick around.

Love y'all ‪‪❤︎‬

Coming soon..

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[piinkbenjamins]

pretty little baby / snippet.

kierra would be coming out of her last lecture ever, books in one hand, her phone and half drunk ice coffee in the other.

two weeks ago she attended a charity event where she met two of the biggest investors of the college, joshua and jonathan fatu. they were alumni and although it had been awhile they loved coming to the school for any and everything.

their eyes were on her the whole night, practically eye fucking her. she couldn’t lie, both of them were delicious, to say the least. with everyone there she didnt even get to talk to them about possibly donating to the foundation she had found recently about displaced and burnt out young minorities. everyone else wanted to talk to them for their own selfish needs, but she wanted to highlight something deserving.

as she went to put her things in her car she had gotten a message on instagram, startling the hell out of her.

jonathanfatu: apologies for the informality of this message. my brother and i wanted to talk to you whenever you have the chance.

jonathanfatu: and this is not in a professional capacity, very far from it.

she would take time to truly read the text before sending a reply, starting her car.

kikimama: sure! theres a plaza that has outdoor seating where its mostly dead 5 miles from the college, i can meet you there now if available.

jonathanfatu: that sounds nice, we’ll be there.

kierra would furrow her eyebrows, scared of what the hell she was getting herself into.

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it would take her about five minutes to get to the plaza, immediately spotting the brothers in her car. even if their were more people, they stuck out like a sore thumb. their tribal tattoos glistened in the florida weather, the shades adorned on their eyes made them seem mean and mysterious. and in a way they were.

she would get out of her car, smoothing out her dress before making her way over to the boys. they would both sit up once their saw here, a bit of nervousness being shown via body language. so she wasn’t the only one, good.

“thank you for meeting us here, apologies if anything we say moving forward makes you uncomfortable.” she would furrow her eyebrows for a second time, now intrigued more than nervous.

joshua would take off his shades, his eyes soft. he was the brother known not to talk much as he was a bit of a fire cracker. “again, like my brother said apologies but we have a proposition for you. you can deny and walk away at any time, you have that right.”

jonathan would nod as he sat straight his arms folded. “we’ve seen you around campus and we’ve thought for a while that you’re a beautiful girl, and well to just put it bluntly, were asking if you’d like to be our girlfriend.”

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just a bit of a snippet, wanna try something out. thoughts?

tags: @punksyeet @yungblud432 @jeysslut @lexisnicole25

[spiicii]

k.09 bloodplay

pairing → vampire!jey uso x fem!reader  word count → 8.5k warnings → angst, infidelity, toxic behavior, fear and peril, unprotected sex, dubious consent, background aleister black x zelina vega notes → thank you @darkandlight00 for this delicious idea! I based some of this on the vampire diaries (if you’re a fan, you’ll know!) kinktober masterlist.   general masterlist.   taglist.

Aye… where you at, ma? Been looking everywhere… everywhere for you. Shit…you ain’t here, huh? Right… you ain’t… you ain’t… I remember… fuck. You ain’t wanna come… 

You rubbed your temple in frustration, listening to yet another one of Jey’s drunk voicemails. He’d gone on another bender last night and left you seven messages, each one more slurred than the last. 

Come on, baby. I miss you so… so much. Why you ain’t pick up the phone? I know… shit! 

The sound of something crashing had you grimacing. 

Shit, bae. I know you miss me too. Come on, don’t be like this. Call me back. 

You couldn’t be sure why you were torturing yourself. You should have blocked him a long time ago. 

Baby, please. 

Your heart clenched at the sound of Jey’s voice. He sounded positively heartbroken, his voice watery, as if he had been crying. 

I know I fucked up. Shit… I know I… I ain’t the man you deser… deserve. Please, just gimme another chance. I’ll do better. I promise… fuck, baby… I promise I’ll do better. 

But he never did. And that was the problem. 

“So, I heard Zelina is throwing another party tonight,” Rhea was saying, looking excited as the two of you stretched backstage. “Everyone’s going. And by everyone, I mean, everyone.”

“Sounds like a good reason for me not to go then,” you snorted, twisting your arms above your head. “You know it’s not really my scene.”

“Aw, come on, it’ll be fun!” Rhea pouted. “I can make sure Jey keeps his distance. You shouldn’t be avoiding every party just because he’s there.”

“Yeah, but he is always there, isn’t he?” you muttered. “Every party. Every late night hangout. He’s always there getting wasted and throwing himself at the first pretty girl he sees. I can’t go through it again, Rhea. It’s just too much.” 

“So, what, you’re just going to avoid every party ever?” Rhea shook her head disapprovingly. “You’re a part of this roster. You have just as much right to be there as he does. You shouldn’t let a boy dictate where you go and who you hang out with.”

“He doesn’t dictate shit,” you snapped, feeling defensive. “I just don’t want to see him, alright? We broke up months ago. I can’t move on if I keep going to parties and… and…”

“And what?” Rhea crossed her arms. “Be tempted? Be jealous if he talks to another girl? Sounds to me like he’s controlling a lot of what you do.”

You sighed, passing a hand over your face. You wanted to be mad at Rhea, but you know she was right. Even though you and Jey had been broken up for months, you still loved him. And you were terrified that if you ended up at another party, your inhibitions loose and your morals even looser, then you’d sleep together (again) and get back together (again). It was always the same. 

“Look, I just need some more time, Rhea,” you said. “I’ve got to break this toxic cycle we’re in. And going to a party where we’re both drunk… it’s just going to cause more problems. I’ve been down that road before. I just need space.” 

Rhea softened at that, pausing her stretching to smile at you. “Alright, I get it. I know that you and Jey have history. And I know you still carry a torch for him.”

“I wish I didn’t,” you muttered. “I wish I hated him. Then maybe this would be easier.”

“Nah, love and hate are practically the same,” Rhea said, passing you a water bottle. “You just have to stop caring about him. Stop thinking about him. And for God’s sake, stop listening to his drunk voicemails!” 

You accepted the water bottle with a chuckle, now a little embarrassed. You knew you shouldn’t have told Rhea about that. “I know, I know,” you murmured. “I should probably block his number too.”

“If you really want to move on, then yeah, probably.”

You squinted at your friend, a playful smile on your lips. “Do you have to be obnoxiously right about everything?” 

“Yep. That’s what best friends are for.”

You both laughed easily, but a small knock on the door had both of you turning around in surprise. 

Speak of the devil…

“Hey.” Jey shifted uneasily in the doorway, looking nervous as Rhea’s eyes narrowed at the sight of him. “You got a minute?”

“This is a private locker room,” Rhea spat, her lip curled in disgust. “Get out.”

“Aye, come on, Rhea. Don’t be like that.” Jey still shifted anxiously, his eyes flickering to you. “I just came to talk to her for a second. That’s all.”

“She doesn’t want to talk to you.” Rhea placed herself protectively in front of you, her eyes sharp and her tongue sharper. “So unless you want a new rumor floating around about Rhea Ripley beating up Jey Uso backstage, then I suggest you leave.”

Jey turned to you, offering you the saddest, most pitiful puppy eyes you’d ever seen. “Come on, baby. Just a quick word then I’m gone. I just wanted to apologize.” 

You immediately softened. “Rhea…” You reached out a hand to touch her arm. “It’s alright.”

Rhea whipped around to stare at you, her face disbelieving. “I thought you wanted to move on?” she hissed, thankfully too low for Jey to hear. “Talking to him backstage is not moving on.”

“Just one conversation isn’t going to hurt anything,” you hissed back, casting a glance in Jey’s direction. He was still staring at you with those sad eyes, his normally confident posture now stooped and dejected. “Just one quick chat and then I’m done. I swear, Rhea.”

Rhea stared at you. Then she sighed. 

“Fine. I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I got this, Rhea. Really.”

Rhea shook her head, but she didn’t argue with you, instead moving to grab her bag and leave. As she passed Jey in the doorway, she waved a finger menacingly in his face, her eyes burning with fire. 

“Hurt her again and I’ll beat you the fuck up. Got it?” 

Jey raised his hands, as if he were surrendering, his eyes still round and wide, like a puppy. “I won’t, Rhea. We just gonna talk.”

Rhea snorted and stomped away, the sound of her combat boots echoing on the tile floor. 

Jey stared at you, his eyes a little more hopeful now that the two of you were alone. 

“You think Rhea will ever forgive me?” he asked, his tone hinting at playfulness. You glared at him.

“You’re worried about Rhea forgiving you, but not me?”

Jey’s face dropped again. “Come on, baby, don’t say that. I already told you I was sorry.”

“Yeah, only a million times,” you muttered, turning your back to him to begin gathering your things. “Was seven voicemails really necessary?” 

“Look, I don’t even remember leaving those,” Jey said, stepping closer as you balled up some of your clothes and shoved them in a bag. “Jim said I called you, but I wasn’t sure how many times.”

“Maybe if you didn’t get blackout drunk every night this wouldn’t happen,” you snapped, your jaw clenched as anger rolled through you. “You always do this, Jey. Every time you go on a bender you call me. You can’t keep doing that.”

“I know, I know…” Jey seemed distressed, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stared at you. “And I know I shouldn’t be blowing up your phone like that. It’s not cool. I just… I don’t know what happens.”

You stood up and stared at him, your eyes burning with a fire of your own. “Yes, you do. You know exactly what happens. You fuck up. You feel guilty. You drink. You call me. Every time. So why are you pretending this time was different?”

“I’m not pretending anything.” Jey’s tone was defensive. “And I know I fucked up, okay? I know I did. I’m just… shit, baby, I’m trying to fix it.”

“There’s nothing to fix.” You threw your bag over your shoulder with a huff, trying to ignore Jey’s hurt expression. “We’re done. We’ve been done for weeks. I’m tired of putting up with it, Jey—the drinking, the flirting, the sleeping around. I’m not dealing with it anymore. I’m not dealing with you anymore.”

You tried to walk away, but Jey blocked your path, his expression so hurt that you wanted to cry. 

“Baby, please,” he begged, instinctively reaching out a hand to you. “I know you’re hurt. And… and you got a right to be hurt. But I heard you in the hallway. This is all an act. You don’t really hate me. I know you don’t.”

“Oh, so you’re eavesdropping now?” You tried to use your anger to cover your fear. If Jey knew that you still loved him, still cared about him, he’d crawl his way back inside your life. He always knew how. “You sitting outside the girl’s locker room like a pervert listening to my conversations? Yeah, that’s real classy, Jey.” 

“Don’t do that.” For the first time, Jey’s tone betrayed his frustration, his handsome face still twisted with hurt and anger. “You know it’s true. You want this to work. And we can make it work, baby. I know we can.”

“Stop.” You recoiled from his outstretched hand, your heart thundering in your chest. He was too close to the truth. “We can’t go through this again, Jey. It’s toxic. We just keep going in circles.” 

“What if we didn’t?” Jey sounded desperate. “What if I was better? What if I changed?” 

“You say that every time, Jey…” 

“I mean it this time!” Jey was suddenly in your space, his scent in your nose making you feel lightheaded. You hated how his close proximity had your heart racing, your body leaning into him almost instinctively. His gaze at you was nearly anguished, his next words said with such conviction that you almost believed him. “I can do better. Be better. You just gotta give me another chance, baby. Please.” 

God help you… you actually hesitated. He looked so sincere. Could he be telling the truth? You wanted to believe him more than anything in the world. 

But then you remembered. 

You remembered the nights alone, always waiting by the phone hoping that maybe tonight he wouldn’t drink himself into a stupor and end up in the drunk tank. You remembered the flirty texts he’d sent to other women, the parties where you’d caught him making out with someone else in the corner. You remembered the fights, the broken dishes on the floor, the cruel and venomous words you’d said to each other. 

You couldn’t do it again. You wouldn’t do it again. 

“I’m sorry, Jey,” you whispered, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady, even when you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “But we’re done.” 

Jey’s face fell. You’d never seen him look so hurt and devastated, even though you’d both walked away from each other plenty of times before. 

You lingered for just a moment, so tempted to take back the very words you’d just said. It would be so easy. 

You’re right, Jey. I don’t hate you. I love you. I miss you. I want us to work again. 

The words were on the tip of your tongue. You forced yourself to leave before you said them. 

The bass from the music thumped through the floor, rattling Jey’s eardrums as he threw back yet another shot. Strobe lights flashed all around him, making him feel dizzy. This wasn’t really his type of party, but he wasn’t complaining. Not when the drinks were free and the music was loud enough to drown out his thoughts. 

Because he didn’t want to think. And he certainly didn’t want to think about you. So he threw back as many shots as he could and hoped that the alcohol would cause enough brain damage to completely wipe you from his memory. That was the only way he’d make it through. 

“Hey, uce. You wanna slow down?” Jimmy had to shout to be heard over the music, his face a mask of concern as he watched Jey throw back yet another shot. “You ain’t gotta drink it all at once. Give it a rest.” 

“Fuck off.” Jey’s speech was already slurred, his hands up to weakly push his brother away when he moved closer. “I’ll drink what I wanna drink.” 

Jimmy frowned. “Drinking ain’t gonna make you forget her, bruh. Come on, just a little break.” 

“You not the boss of me.” Jey knew he was being childish but he didn’t care, already reaching for the bottle of cheap vodka someone had left nearby. “You can’t tell me what to do.” 

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Man, whatever. This is why nobody wanna party with your drunk ass.” 

Jey blinked and Jimmy was gone. When had he left? Time was beginning to warp, small pieces of his memory chipping away. Good. That meant the alcohol was working. 

Jey’s hands shook as he attempted to pour another shot, fumbling with the glass bottle before it spilled all over the table. 

“Shit!” Jey cursed, too drunk to care about the reproachful glances from nearby partygoers, many of whom were already judging him for getting wasted so early in the night. 

“You alright, honey?” 

A small voice had Jey blinking in surprise, turning to see a very tiny Zelina Vega standing near his elbow. Had she always been that small? Or was he just very drunk? 

“I’m good… I’m good…” he slurred, trying (and failing) to clean up the mess he’d made. “I’m sorry I made a mess. I know this your house. And I made a mess…” 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Zelina gently took his hand, her gaze sympathetic. “Why don’t we go outside and get some fresh air, hm? Maybe take a break.” 

For some reason, Jey didn’t feel like arguing with her. He reluctantly allowed her to slip her tiny hand into his, tugging him through the crowd towards the back patio. 

The October air was chilly, but the fire pit Zelina led him to was warm. It was much quieter out here, the loud music from inside now distant and muted. Aleister Black, Zelina’s husband, was reclining by the fire, talking quietly with Damian Priest. 

Jey was having trouble taking it all in, still dizzy and intoxicated as Zelina led him closer. He tripped and Zelina was quick to catch him, surprisingly strong for her size. 

“I got you, honey,” she soothed, her hand pressed against his stomach to try to keep him upright. “Come sit. You need to rest.” 

Aleister and Damian stopped their conversation to watch Jey stumble forward. 

“Everything alright, my love?” Aleister asked his wife, raising an eyebrow when Jey collapsed on one of the chairs nearby. 

“Oh, yes. Jey just needed to take a little break. He’s fine, sweetheart. I’m taking care of it.” 

Jey was having trouble hearing her, his mind swimming. The world around him seemed blurry around the edges, the ground spinning beneath his feet. He jumped a little when someone placed a hand on his shoulder, a large shape looming in his vision. 

“You alright, amigo?” Damian asked, staring down at him in concern. 

Jey wanted to push him away, but he didn’t. He scowled instead, leaning further back in his chair. “Why’s everybody keep asking me that?” he slurred out. “Yeah, I’m cool. I’m good, uce. You ain’t gotta babysit me.” 

Damian didn’t seem convinced, glancing over at Aleister. “Jimmy’s here, right?” 

“I believe so.” 

“I’ll go find him.” 

“That would be appreciated, Damian. Thank you.” 

Damian left and Jey scoffed, brushing off his jacket. “Man… you ain’t gotta get him. He bossy as hell.” 

“Is that right?” Aleister mused, leaning back in his own chair to allow Zelina to climb into his lap. 

“Yeah, uce. He always trying… trying to…” Jey hiccuped. “Always trying to tell me what to do and shit. It’s annoying as hell.” 

Aleister didn’t say anything in return, though he rested a tattooed hand on Zelina’s thigh, pulling her close so he could press a gentle kiss to her forehead. He murmured something to her that Jey couldn’t hear and she giggled, pressing a fond kiss of her own to her husband’s cheek. 

Jey’s heart ached at the sight. There had once been a time when he could make you giggle like that. He remembered the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed, that little twinkle of mischief in your eye whenever you teased him…

Jey tried to stand. “I gotta go,” he announced, struggling to extract himself from his seat. “I can’t… fuck, I can’t stay here.” 

“I think you should sit back down, friend.” Aleister said, his mismatched eyes watching him with concern. “You’ve had too much to drink.” 

“You sound like my twin…” Jey muttered, though he couldn’t keep his balance, the world still spinning beneath his feet. He was eventually forced to return to his chair, letting out a low groan. 

Time warped again and suddenly there was someone standing above Jey, his voice familiar. 

“Uce, you good? How much have you had?” 

“Ugh…” Jey instinctively pushed away the hands that were reaching for him, “Leave me alone…” 

“He seems a bit more antagonistic than usual,” Aleister commented, his voice sounding far away. “Is everything alright with him?” 

Jimmy sighed, passing a hand over his tired face. “He’s just had a few…complications in the romance department. You know how it be.” 

Zelina leaned into her husband’s ear and whispered your name, causing Aleister to let out a sound of understanding. 

“Ah, I see.” 

“Yeah. So he’s just in his feels and being a dick about it.” Jimmy tried to help his brother up, but Jey was still unwilling to move. Jimmy let out an exasperated huff. “Uce, come on. We gotta get you home. You drunk and it’s getting late. It’s time to go.” 

Jey forced himself to focus on Jimmy’s frowning face, his lip curling into a snarl. “Then fucking go,” he snapped, kicking out at his older brother in his anger. “I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” 

Jimmy’s jaw tightened, sucking his teeth in frustration. Zelina leaned forward to whisper in her husband’s ear again and Aleister decided to intervene. 

“My lovely wife doesn’t want to see you two fight,” he said. “Jey is welcome to stay the night with us. We’ll take very good care of him.” 

Jimmy straightened, casting a doubtful glance in Aleister’s direction. “Nah, I can’t just dump my drunk ass little brother on you. As you can see, he’s being an asshole right now.” 

Aleister glanced over at his wife, but Zelina was insistent. “We want to help, Jimmy,” she said, her face still concerned. “We’ll make sure he sleeps it off and gets home safely tomorrow morning. It’s really not a problem. I promise.” 

Jimmy let out a sigh, passing another hand over his face. He looked exhausted. “Alright, fine.” He leaned down to talk to Jey again. “You gonna stay here tonight, uce. You cool with that?” 

“Better than riding with your bitch ass,” Jey muttered and Jimmy’s face twisted. 

“Man, whatever.” Jimmy offered the married couple a grateful smile. “Thanks, guys. I’ll follow-up with the douchebag in the morning.” 

“Sounds good,” Aleister chuckled. “Be safe getting home, Jimmy.” 

“I will. Thank y’all.” 

Then Jimmy was gone. And that’s when Jey’s memories began to fall apart. 

Jey remembered the warmth of the fire. He remembered the chilly night air. He remembered how the stars swirled and danced above him whenever he leaned back to look at them. He remembered talking, mostly about you, his speech so slurred he could barely understand himself.

Aleister and Zelina sat across from him, patiently listening as he rambled about the color of your eyes, the sound of your laughter, the softness of your skin. Zelina seemed heartbroken by his predicament, occasionally murmuring, “Oh, you poor thing!” while her husband looked on. 

At some point, Zelina leaned over and whispered in her husband’s ear again, though this time Aleister seemed less pleased with her words. 

“No, my love,” he murmured, his mismatched eyes flickering over to Jey. “We can’t. We shouldn’t.”

“Oh, Aleister, please,” Zelina begged. “His life is just so pathetic and sad. But we could make it better. Please, darling? For me?” 

Jey wasn’t sober enough to interpret the look that Aleister was giving him, his one silver eye glinting in the firelight. Jey wanted to say something about it but he was still too out of it, still too drunk to get the words out.  

The world spun around him, his stomach churning with the alcohol he’d drank. Why had he done this? You had told him to clean up his act and here he was drinking himself into a stupor and making bad decisions. Just like he always did. 

“Here, honey.” Zelina’s voice cut through his foggy mind, a plastic cup being pushed into his hand. “Drink this. It’ll make you feel better.” 

Jey tried to bring the cup to his lips, but his limbs were too lethargic, his body beginning to shut down. 

“I… can’t…” 

“Shhh… it’s alright. I’ll help you.” 

Zelina helped Jey take a sip of the strange liquid, her brown eyes watching him with unconcealed fondness. Jey wasn’t sure why she was so worried about him. Sure, they were friends, but they had never been particularly close. Maybe she was just being really nice…

“Poor Jey,” she murmured, reaching out a hand to brush some of the hair from his forehead. “Nothing’s been going right for you, has it?” 

Jey stared up at her, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. 

“Just loss after loss,” Zelina continued, seemingly devastated by Jey’s predicament. “Losing your family. Losing your heavyweight championship. Losing your girl. It’s been hard, hasn’t it, Jey?” 

Jey nodded, his vision turning blurry with tears. 

“Aw, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Zelina cooed. “I know what can help you.” 

Jey’s puppy eyes were wide, still shining with unshed tears. “What?” 

“Death.” Zelina smiled. Then everything went black. 

You turned off the TV, standing up to stretch your arms above your head. You had been watching something mindless to pass the time, trying to ignore the text messages and social media posts detailing the party last night. You didn’t want to know. You had avoided the party for a reason. 

A part of you was worried that you’d see yet another scandal from Jey on Twitter. No doubt he’d found someone new and exciting to move on with. While he’d been begging you yesterday for another chance, you knew the truth. Jey wasn’t the monogamous type. He wouldn’t stay loyal for long. He never did. 

You checked out the window and saw that the sky was growing dark, a rare autumn thunderstorm rolling in. The orange leaves on the trees outside began to flutter and dance, disturbed by the wind that was beginning to pick up. It wasn’t raining yet, but it would soon. 

You moved to the kitchen to make another cup of tea. It would be nice to curl up on the couch with a warm mug and watch the rain fall, listening to the soft peals of thunder and watching the wind kick up the autumn leaves like something straight out of a Halloween movie. It would be peaceful–a nice reprieve from your muddled thoughts about Jey over the past few weeks. You were just putting the kettle on when the doorbell rang, causing you to pause in confusion. 

You weren’t expecting anyone. 

You decided to check your phone. Had Rhea called and said she was swinging by? Had Bianca texted asking to come over? There was nothing on your phone and you frowned when the doorbell rang again, this time followed by urgent knocking. The storm hadn’t rolled in yet, but could it be a neighbor? Was something wrong? Had the storm blown something away? 

Against your better judgment, you decided to open the door and was very surprised to see the very man you had been trying to forget about. 

Jey had a black hoodie pulled over his head, his hands shoved in his pockets as he shifted restlessly. You noticed that he had a pair of dark sunglasses hiding his eyes, an unusual sight since the sky was already dark with stormclouds. 

“Baby…” He whispered your name like a prayer, his voice a low tremble. You immediately felt on edge. Something was wrong.  

“Jey?” Thunder rumbled in the distance, but it felt like the storm had already landed at your doorstep. “What are you doing here?” 

“I had to see you.” Jey was shivering, his forehead beading with sweat. Was he sick? “I just… couldn’t get you out of my head.” 

You frowned, watching as he shifted uncomfortably in front of you. While Jey had been known to show up unannounced at your house before, this time was different. He seemed unwell, chewing his lip in an uncharacteristic display of nervousness as you gazed at him. 

“Jey… you shouldn’t be here.” 

Jey’s face twisted at your words, his face almost as dark as the sky. “Whatchu mean? I can’t come see my girl?” He ripped his sunglasses off and threw them down, his pupils dilated. Your stomach dropped at the sight. Dilated pupils, sweaty face, pale skin…

“Jey, what did you take?” 

Jey bristled, his spine stiffening at your words. “Why would you ask me that?” 

“Look at you.” You motioned to him. “You’re shaking. What did you take at the party?” 

“I ain’t take anything.” 

It had to be a lie. You’d never seen him like this before. 

“You know we get tested at work right? Are you trying to get suspended?” 

Jey passed a hand over his face, looking stressed. “Baby, I said I’m straight. Now you gonna let me in or what? I’m fucking starving.” 

“Starving?” You were getting nervous now. It was obvious he was on something. “Look, why don’t I call Jimmy? He can come pick you up and–”

“I don’t want him.” Jey stared up at you pleadingly. “I want you. I need you, baby. You gotta let me in.” 

You considered. While you weren’t particularly happy to see him, you could tell that something was wrong. He needed help. 

“Alright,” you acquiesced, stepping to the side. “Let’s get you something to eat. Then we can talk.” 

Jey took a step forward, now standing in your doorway, but he didn’t walk in. Instead, he stood at the threshold looking confused, as if he wanted to come in but couldn’t. 

“Jey?” You furrowed your brown. “What’s wrong?” 

Jey looked up and down your doorframe, as if he were examining it. “I can’t come in,” he murmured. “You not letting me in…” 

Now you were certain he was on something. 

“Jey, just come in the house, okay? You need to rest.” 

Jey took another tentative step forward and this time he was able to step inside, still looking confused. 

“Come sit at the table, Jey. I’ll get you something.” 

Jey reluctantly followed you, his hoodie still shrouding much of his pale face. While Jey had been known to dabble in recreational drug use, you’d never seen him like this before. Once he sat at your table you were quick to bring him some water and crackers. 

“Can you tell me what’s going on, Jey?” you asked. “You look sick.” 

Jey didn’t answer, practically inhaling both the snacks and the drink in record time. “Shit, you got anything else? I’m fucking starving, baby.” 

You frowned. “Jey, you don’t look good. What the hell happened at the party last night?” 

“Can you not talk so loud? Shit.” Jey suddenly stood up, heading for your fridge. “Sorry, I’m just so fucking hungry.” 

You watched with wide eyes as he pulled out everything in your refrigerator: meat, cheese, grapes, strawberries, orange juice, even your leftover food from last night. He devoured everything he could, his movements almost frenzied. You reached your phone. 

“Okay, look, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I’m calling Jimmy.” 

Jey seemed too focused on the food to argue with you, scarfing down the last of your pizza and already reaching for a rotisserie chicken. 

By the time Jimmy arrived, Jey had eaten the entirety of your fridge and pantry and was sitting on the floor in the corner, rubbing his head as if he had a headache. He’d retrieved his sunglasses from the porch and was now wearing them inside, as if the soft lighting from the kitchen was hurting his eyes. 

“How long has he been like this?” Jimmy asked you, looking concerned as he entered your kitchen. 

“I don’t know,” you murmured. “But I knew something was wrong the second he showed up at my doorstep. His pupils were huge. And you can see how pale he is.” 

Jimmy nodded, taking a step forward towards his little brother. “Hey, uce,” he said gently, approaching Jey the same way he would a frightened animal. “How you feeling?” 

Jey shook his head, still rubbing his temples as if they were in pain. “Not good, Jim.” 

“Yeah, I can tell.” Jimmy crouched down close to him, gently reaching out to tug Jey’s sunglasses from his face. Jey grimaced and squinted up at his brother, his forehead still beaded with sweat. 

“Come on, uce. You gotta tell me. What are you on?” 

“I ain’t on anything!” Jey grimaced again, as if the volume of his own voice hurt his head. “God, I already said I was straight. Why can’t you just leave me alone?” 

“You trying to tell me this is a hangover?” Jimmy asked, reaching out another hand to grasp his brother’s shoulder. 

Jey looked up at Jimmy with sad eyes. “It hurts, Jim,” he whispered, his voice small. 

“What hurts, uce?” 

“Everything. My head is fucking killing me. And my gums hurt. There’s something in my gums, Jim. You gotta get it out.” 

Jimmy furrowed his brow. “What’s in your gums?” 

“I don’t know! But it fucking hurts. And I’m starving, Jim. Like I’m so fucking hungry, it’s crazy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” 

Jimmy turned to look at you. “You think someone slipped him something?” 

“Like what?” you asked. “Besides, who would do that? It was just the roster there, right?” 

“I…I think so.” Jimmy didn’t seem certain, turning back to his brother. “Look, why don’t we take you to an ER or something? They can do some tests and figure out what this is.” 

“Hell, no,” Jey seemed horrified at the idea. “We can’t be seen there. But, I didn’t take anything, Jim. I swear.” 

Jimmy squeezed his shoulder again. “Alright, alright. I believe you. But something’s wrong, Jey. You don’t normally act like this. And you should have just come straight home. You shouldn’t have come here and bothered her like this. Y’all broke up weeks ago.” 

“I know,” Jey scowled. “But you don’t understand. I had to see her. I had to!” 

“Why?” Jimmy looked worried. “You know you can’t show up at her place like this no more, uce. It ain’t right.” 

“Man, you don’t get it.” Jey tried to push his older brother away, but his movements were weak, his limbs heavy. “I have… I have to… Fuck! Can you not breathe so fucking loud?” 

Jimmy sighed and pulled away, standing up to look at you. “Yeah, I don’t know what he’s on, but he’s gotta sober up before our show on Monday. He’s main-eventing with Bron.” 

“Well, what do you want to do, Jim?” you asked, glancing over at Jey worriedly. “He doesn’t want to go to the ER.” 

“I don’t know,” Jimmy admitted. He checked his watch. “Fuck, I gotta go pick up my kids and take them to their mama’s. Can he stay here with you just for a little bit longer? I’ll be right back.” 

You didn’t think that was a good idea. After your last fight with Jey, you’d made it clear that you didn’t want him back in your home.

But… this was different. Jey was sick and you could tell Jimmy was stressed, still trying to figure out what to do. 

You softened.  “Yeah, of course, Jim. Whatever you need.” 

The storm arrived shortly after Jimmy left. You could hear the rain beginning to fall, the wind picking up outside as the thunder grew closer and closer. 

You managed to convince Jey to abandon the kitchen and ascend the stairs to your bedroom. He needed to lay down and rest, though he seemed to have difficulty walking on his own, leaning heavily on you for support as you climbed the stairs.  

“I’m sorry, ma,” he whispered. “I don’t… fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” 

“It’s alright,” you murmured, leading him to your bedroom. “You just need to rest. Jimmy will be back soon with some meds and then you can go home, okay?” 

Jey let out a grunt as he sat on your bed, shrugging his hoodie off and wiping some of the sweat from his forehead. 

“Jesus.” Jey reached into mouth and rubbed his gums. “There’s something in there, baby. Y’all acting like I’m crazy but I can feel it.” 

“Nobody thinks you’re crazy,” you soothed. “You just need to rest, Jey. Then you’ll feel better.” 

Thunder rumbled again outside and Jey looked up at you, his eyes dark and pleading. You instinctively reached out and stroked his cheek, frowning when you felt how cold his skin was. Normally, Jey ran hot. Something was clearly wrong with him. 

“I missed this,” Jey whispered, leaning into your warm hand. “I missed you.” 

Your heart stuttered at his words, suddenly aware that you were both very close, the touch on Jey’s cheek intimate. Too intimate. 

You tried to pull away, but Jey grabbed your wrist, the movement so fast you could barely track it. You gasped in surprise. 

“Jey…” 

“Tell me you missed this too.” Jey’s voice was pleading. “Because you all I can think about, baby. God, I was so fucking stupid for letting you go. You so beautiful and perfect. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” 

You swallowed with nervousness. Having him here in your bedroom was bringing back old memories. 

“You remember the last time I was in here?” Jey seemed to be thinking the same thing, his eyes still pleading as he stared up at you. “Remember the good times we had? I know you miss it, baby. I know you do.” 

“Jey, don’t.” You tried to move your hand away, but he kept a tight grip on your wrist. Thunder rumbled again, the rain beginning to pick up outside. 

“Don’t what? Don’t tell the truth?” Jey looked heartbroken. “I miss you so much, ma. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you. I need you back, sweetheart. I can’t do this without you.” 

“Don’t say that,” you whispered, still trying to pull away. “We broke up for a reason, Jey.” 

“It’s because I fucked up. I know I did, baby, but I told you I can change. I can change for you.” 

“I’ve given you plenty of chances,” you said, gasping in pain as Jey’s fingers dug into your wrist. “Jey, you’re hurting me.” 

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I need you back. I can’t let you go again.” 

Before you realized what was happening, Jey had pulled you down to meet his lips, his kiss desperate and urgent. You tried to pull away, but Jey was insistent, wrapping his other arm around your waist to keep you close. 

You managed to pull away just enough to whisper, “We can’t do this again, Jey. Things will just go back to the way they were before. They always do.” 

“They won’t this time,” Jey insisted, his breath warm against your lips. “I’m gonna step up. I’m gonna do better this time. Just like I promised I would.” 

Damn him. Damn him to hell. Jey always knew exactly what to say to get you back under his thumb. Thunder rumbled louder, the wind whipping outside your window. 

“Jey, please…” 

“I will, baby. You gotta believe me.” Jey pressed a gentle kiss against your jaw, your resolve quickly crumbling beneath his touch. “And I know you missed this. I can feel it. I feel how you leaning into me. You want this too, don’t you?” 

You did. 

You felt tears well up in your eyes. “You hurt me so bad, Jey.” 

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered, finally releasing your wrist to cradle your cheek. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so so sorry. I fucked up bad. But I ain’t ever gonna do you like that again. I’m yours, ma. Only yours.” 

He pulled you close again and this time you went willingly, allowing him to brush his lips against yours. 

But things still weren’t right.  

Jey’s body was still trembling, his body still cold to the touch. His forehead was still sweaty, his pupils still dilated. You were beginning to see flashes of lightning outside your window, the thunder growing so loud it was rattling the window panes. 

“Jey, you’re not feeling well,” you murmured, trying to pull away. “You need to rest. We… we can talk more about this later.” 

“Nah, I’m fine,” Jey replied, leaning up to nose at your neck. “I’m good now that I’m with you.” 

Your heart stuttered at his words and Jey smiled, his eyes hopeful as he gazed up at you. 

“I can hear your heartbeat, ma,” he whispered. “Sounds like it’s about to pound out of your chest.” 

How could he hear that? 

“But I’m gonna take care of you. Just like I always do.” 

“I should be taking care of you,” you protested, trying to push him away again. “Jimmy will be back soon to take you home. You’re on something, Jey. You might not even be thinking clearly. You need to rest. We can’t do this.” 

“Sure we can.” 

Jey was quickly pulling you down to straddle his lap, his large hands lifting up your shirt to grab at your waist. You couldn’t help but shudder at his touch, feeling completely helpless. 

“Jey, please…” 

“Shhh, it’s alright, baby. I just can’t wait any longer. Not when you’re mine.” 

That was the final nail in the coffin. 

You went lax under his hands, your body now thrumming with arousal and energy at his words. Jey was right. No matter how much you fought or how hard you tried to push him away, you were his. 

You would always be his. 

“So beautiful and perfect, baby,” he murmured, tugging your shirt above your head to reveal your breasts. “God, I missed this. Missed you so much.” 

He leaned forward and captured one of your nipples between his lips, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there just to watch you writhe in his lap. You reached up and held onto his shoulders for support, grinding your hips down to feel his erection in his shorts. 

Jey’s eyes darkened, his body tensing beneath you. Before you realized it, he was picking you up and laying you on the bed, his body hovering above yours. Thunder cracked, the house rattling in response. 

“So gorgeous, sweet girl,” he whispered, reaching up to cradle your jaw. “God, I was so stupid. I can’t think about anyone else but you. You got me under some kind of spell, ma.” 

He leaned down to kiss you and this time it was urgent and dominant, his knee nudging your thighs apart and pressing against your already soaked panties. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, reaching up to tug his own shirt over his head. 

Jey leaned back and allowed it, though you couldn’t help but notice that his normally golden skin was still pale, his body already shimmering beneath a layer of cold sweat. You frowned. 

“Jey, I think we should–”

But then he was kissing you again to cut off your words, his mouth incessant. You felt his fingers tug at the waistband of your panties, yanking at them so hard that they ripped. You wanted to protest, but Jey still had his mouth on yours, his tongue already nudging at your lips until you opened up for him. 

The kiss grew sloppier, his mouth nearly ravenous against yours. He seemed desperate now–his body tense, his hands gripping you so tightly you were sure that the skin would bruise. You tried to pull away, but Jey’s mouth chased you, his teeth beginning to scrape against your lips. 

“Jey,” you gasped, squirming beneath him. “You’re hurting me.” 

His teeth grew rougher, his kisses more frantic. The storm continued to rage outside, the wind so loud now that it sounded almost ghostly. 

Then it happened. 

One of his canines nicked the delicate skin of your lip. The metallic taste of your own blood filled your mouth and you recoiled at the pain, pushing him away. 

“Fuck!” you gasped. “What the hell, Jey?” 

But Jey seemed frozen. His gold chain dangled above you, his eyes dark as he stared at your bloody lip. He wasn’t trembling anymore. He seemed poised and ready, like a predator waiting to strike. 

You brought a hand up to your bloody lip and was shocked to see how much blood was gushing. Jey had never been this rough with you before. 

“Jey, why did you…” You trailed off when you met his dark gaze again. His eyes were hooded, his lips curling into a snarl, and your body went cold at the sight. You were suddenly very aware that he still had you pinned to the mattress, one of his large hands wrapped around your arm so tightly that you knew there would be finger-shaped bruises there tomorrow. 

You swallowed in fear, staring up at him with wide, unblinking eyes. Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, your body frozen beneath his terrifying gaze. 

“Jey…” 

Another flash of lightning illuminated Jey’s face again and that’s when you saw them: two razor-sharp fangs, their edges tinged with red from where they had torn through his gums. As he opened his mouth, he let out a strange, inhuman hiss and the hair on the back of your neck stood up, your heart seizing in fear. 

“What the fuck!” You tried to scramble backwards but Jey’s grip on your arm tightened, causing you to cry out in pain. You tried to fight him, but Jey seemed stronger than usual, keeping you pinned down with ease as his long fingers dug so deeply into your skin that you were worried he’d crush the bone. 

You put your hands up protectively and Jey hissed again, his eyes now a sinister red. He lunged forward and you screamed in terror, feeling his sharp fangs puncture the already sensitive skin of your lip, sucking more blood from the wound there. Thunder boomed overhead, shaking the house. 

You tried to struggle, tried to push him away, but Jey was immovable. His fangs sank in deeper and you screamed again, though the sound was muffled by another crack of thunder. 

You couldn’t be sure what caused Jey to pull away, but he was gasping for air as if he’d been underwater, his fangs stained red as blood dripped from his open mouth. His normally handsome face was something straight from nightmares, his red eyes nearly glowing in the dim lighting of your room. More thunder rumbled outside and you thought you would nearly pass out in fear. 

“I’m sorry,” he gasped, his voice an octave deeper than usual. “I’m just so hungry.” 

He grabbed both of your wrists with alarming speed, pinning them above your head to leave you exposed beneath him. More blood dripped from his mouth and onto your bare chest, his glowing eyes boring into yours. 

You were scared he was going to bite you again, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned down to kiss you, his tongue lapping up more of the blood he’d left behind. You shuddered in his hold, your mind struggling to comprehend exactly what was happening to you. 

“Don’t be scared.” Jey leaned back to look at you, still keeping your wrists pinned to the mattress. “It’s okay, baby. It’s just… I’m just…” He seemed unable to find the words, his red eyes flickering. He seemed just as confused as you, his tongue darting out to feel the new fangs in his mouth. 

“Don’t be scared,” he repeated, this time his voice more firm. “It’s just me, baby. You know I would never hurt you.” 

You were too scared to argue with him, your body trembling in his hold. Jey looked distressed. 

“Baby, please.” He leaned down to nose at your cheek, his breath warm and painfully familiar as he tried to comfort you. “It’s still just me. It’s still Jey.” 

But it wasn’t Jey. At least, not the Jey that you knew. This Jey was terrifying–his fangs sharp, his eyes red like a demon’s, his face contorted into something hardly recognizable. You felt a sob catch in your throat. 

“What are you?” you gasped, shrinking away from him as he tried to kiss you again. Jey looked heartbroken, a strange sight on his nightmarish face. 

“Whatchu mean? It’s just me, baby.” He sounded so sincere, but it was difficult to believe him when his teeth were stained red with your blood, his eyes glowing like a demon’s in the dim lighting of the room. “It’s just me…” 

You let out a quiet sob and Jey was quick to comfort you again. 

“Shhh… it’s okay, sweet girl. Don’t cry. Don’t be scared. I’m here. You’re okay.” 

It did nothing to reassure you. It was clear that Jey was still confused. He didn’t seem to understand that he was some kind of monster now, holding his ex-girlfriend down on the bed and feeding on her like some kind of creature from a horror movie. 

“I can make it better,” he murmured. “I can make it all better.” 

You felt his erection nudge at the inside of your thigh and you gasped at the feeling. Despite your fear, your body still reacted to him, almost on instinct. Jey seemed to sense the change, making a happy sound in the back of his throat. 

“I told you I’d take care of you, ma,” Jey whispered, nudging your thighs further apart. “I don’t want you afraid of me. I told I’d take care of you and I will.” 

You were having trouble hearing him. Your head was spinning, fear still shooting through your body at the sight of Jey’s sharp fangs and red eyes. But there was something else simmering inside you too. It was distant and muted for now, but still there–just beneath the surface. 

Arousal. 

“I can smell you leaking for me, baby,” Jey murmured, his length already nudging at your still-soaked folds. “I know you want this. Know you need it.” 

This was wrong. All of this was wrong. This wasn’t Jey. This was some kind of monster or demon. He’d bitten you. He’d drank your blood. 

But it didn’t stop you from parting your legs further and letting him inside you. 

“That’s it,” Jey groaned, his red eyes fluttering. “Been missing you so bad, sweetheart. All I can think about is how much I love you and want to take care of you.”

You struggled to focus on his words. Your eyes were still glued to his sharp fangs, your body still shaking with fear and arousal. It didn’t help that Jey’s cock was filling you so perfectly, almost as if he were made for you. You let out a needy gasp and Jey grinned, his teeth still bloody. 

“That’s my good girl,” he cooed, finally releasing your pinned wrists to kiss you again. 

With your hands free, you considered pushing him off you and making a run for the door. Were you strong enough to fight him? But then Jey gave a sharp thrust to his hips and you moaned instead, opting to wrap your arms around Jey’s shoulders and pull him close, even as tears continued to fall. 

“Don’t cry,” Jey pleaded, kissing the tears away to leave bloody lip marks on your cheeks instead. “It’s okay. I’m here. I gotchu.” 

The fear of his sharp fangs and glowing eyes seemed to fuel your arousal even more. Your body was still shaking as Jey’s hips began to pick up the pace, his thrusts familiar and welcome as they met the cradle of your hips. 

You opened your legs wider and Jey grinned, blood still dripping from his fangs. “So perfect for me, baby,” he gasped, reaching down to grip your sides for more leverage. “God, I love you so much. I just want to be with you all the time. Can’t ever let you go.” 

Jey gave you a particularly brutal thrust and you moaned, throwing your head back to expose the long column of your throat. Jey seemed mesmerized at the sight, his eyes glued to the pulse point jumping beneath your jaw. 

“So pretty,” he whispered. “God, I could just eat you whole.” 

Jey leaned down to lick up the side of your neck and every nerve in your body lit up with terror and arousal–a delicious and terrible combination. Your instincts told you to push him away, maybe try to fight him off, but for some reason you didn’t. Instead, you bared your neck willingly to him, your body open and pliant as he continued to pound your tight little hole. 

“You just taste so sweet, baby,” he murmured, his breath hot beneath your ear. “Just lemme have another taste. I promise I’ll be gentle…” 

Jey let out another inhuman hiss, his fangs sinking into your carotid artery. His thrusts against you were unrelenting, the pain now mixing with the fear to create something almost euphoric.

You moaned and Jey took this as a sign of encouragement, his hips snapping faster against you as he began to suck more of the blood from your neck. You reached up a hand to curl into his hair, comforted by his close proximity to you. 

It didn’t make sense. Jey was a vampire. A monster. A demon. He could kill you here and now–drain you of your blood and leave your corpse here for Jimmy to find. You should be afraid of him. You should be screaming and pushing him away. Instead, all you could think about was how good he was fucking you and how hazy your mind was growing. 

Maybe it was the pain. Maybe it was pleasure. Maybe it was the fear. Whatever it was, you felt a strange sense of peace as Jey’s sharp fangs dug deeper into your neck, feasting on your blood. 

You struggled to keep your eyes open, your body growing weaker and weaker. Still, you clung to Jey, seeking comfort in the very monster who was draining the life from you. 

“I love you,” Jey gasped, pressing kisses to the wound he’d ripped open on your neck. “God, I love you so much. We’re going to be together now. Forever.” 

Forever. 

That was the last thought you had before everything went black. 

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Random Headcanons (18+)

Bayverse!Raphael x reader

A/N: Hehehe, it’s Raph time. Here ya go❤️

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Manhandling, rough sex, mention of dirty talk, mentioning of brain numbing sex, loud sex, size kink.

Let’s get the obvious out the way - this man LOVES to manhandle you! It’s just so easy for him and takes so little energy from him, and all your reactions was worth it for him. This man does not tell you what position he wants you to get in, he puts up in that position. He will grab you by an arm and a leg, before turning you over from the missionary to doggy style.

And with a guy that likes to man handle, it is quite obvious that he also likes to do it rough. If there was one thing Raph loved while the two of you were having sex, was ramming into you at a high and brutal speed, with a hand around your neck, and his hand striking down on your butt cheeks, turning them red with a big three fingered handprint. The thought of it was enough to get the man rilled up.

Raph wasn’t much of a moaner, but that did not mean that he wasn’t loud. Goodness, Raph is loud. He groans, growls and has the deepest churrs. And he loooooved to dirty talk. The more lewd the better. And when you matched his energy - truly matching his freak - you pushed him to a whole other level, almost rendering you unable to speak or think as he worked his sexual magic on you.

It had happened several times before, that Raph turned you into a drooling mess, with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, after several orgasms in a row. And that was just how you and Raph liked your sex life. Extremely hot and heavy, giving all of your emotions and frustrations a way to go, while also providing each other extreme amounts of pleasure.

Raph himself was somewhat loud, but he really enjoyed making you very loud. There was just something about the way you would moan for him, that made him go absolutely crazy, wanting more. One was to get you to moan loudly, but if Raph made you scream out of pure pleasure, he considered it an absolute win. And though it wasn’t the goal, Raph couldn’t help but feel prude if the two of you somehow managed to wake up half the lair.

Now, there’s many things you knew about Raph. You knew about his kinks for the rough stuff, and you knew about how he found you acting innocent and helpless under his large frame too tempting to leave alone. But you also had a faint idea that he loved how much smaller you were than him. It was not something Raph had ever told you directly, but it was pretty obvious. Raph was definitely larger than you, with him being a super sized mutant turtle and all, and he definitely seemed to be getting a kick out of it when you were having sex. And luckily for him, you did as well, finding the size difference more than just a little exciting.