🪽lexi🪽

if you can’t get out of it, get into it!!!!

[skateordiebitch]

saw snow strippers last night❄️🫶🏻 best night evr

[skateordiebitch]

when his name starts with D and ends with ominic Fike😍💯🔥

[skateordiebitch]

I know you might or not might see this but can you do angst with Dom x reader likes the song enchanted by Taylor swift, where reader has been in love with Dom and everyone in there friend group knows expect him.

I don’t know, if you wanted to end them getting together or that reader finally moves on from him, where she’s brings the guy she been seeing to the friend group introducing him. You could choose or you want to end it a different way I’m okay with that.

ENCHANTED || D.F. x reader

'this night is flawless, don't you let it go i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone i'll spend forever wondering if you knew i was enchanted to meet you'

summary:

“Every time you smiled at him, every time he held you in his arms… it felt like someone was ripping me apart. And I hate it. I hate him. Not because of anything he did, but because he gets to have you in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of.”

you have been in love with dominic for years, yet he has no clue. but, the truth hits him hard when he sees you with someone else.

a/n: good lord this song makes me cry. like it has so many memories attached to it LMFAO. literally this song reminds me of all my old friends and exes... YIKES. but, nonetheless, i love myself some good angst and that is definitely this story! it's serving desperate and sappy dominic. bro is experiencing emotions frl. i'm really proud of this one!!!! anyways enjoy!!! ahhhh!!!!!! <33

You’d loved Dominic for years.

Not in the fireworks-and-grand-gestures kind of way, but in the quiet, soul-deep moments that snuck up on you and stayed. It was the kind of love that grew slowly, like ivy creeping over the walls of your heart, until it covered everything.

It was in the way he’d sit next to you on his couch during movie nights, always leaving just enough space for you to stretch your legs across his lap. It was in the laugh that erupted from him, wild and unrestrained, whenever you said something even remotely funny, and the way his entire face lit up when he did. 

It was in the little things he remembered—the way you took your coffee (two sugar, a splash of oat milk), the playlist you always had on repeat, the fact that the sound of chewing drove you absolutely insane.

The kind of love where everything he did—his stupid puns, the way he’d ruffle your hair just to irritate you, the way he’d text you randomly just to say something ridiculous—became a permanent fixture in your mind. It etched itself onto your heart like a tattoo you’d never chosen but couldn’t imagine living without.

It was woven into the fabric of your friendship, thread by thread, until it became a part of you so intrinsic that you didn’t know where he ended and you began.

And everyone in your friend group knew. 

They knew from the way your eyes always darted to the door whenever he walked in, lighting up the second you saw him. 

From the way your laugh was a little louder, your smile a little brighter, whenever he was around. They teased you endlessly, whispering Dominic’s name in sing-song voices and nudging you whenever he so much as looked in your direction.

The problem? Dominic didn’t know.

And it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him—subtly, at first. You wore the necklace he’d given you for your birthday nearly every day, a constant reminder of how much he meant to you. 

You laughed a little too hard at his terrible jokes, no matter how bad they were, and you always made excuses to hang out with him—helping him move, joining him on errands, staying up late to listen to him rant about his day.

But Dominic? He was oblivious. Utterly, maddeningly clueless. 

For someone who was so quick to pick up on everyone else’s emotions, he was blind when it came to you. 

Not once had he seemed to notice the way your breath hitched when he hugged you, or how your gaze lingered on him just a little too long.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit. 

Every unspoken feeling sat heavy in your chest, pressing against your ribs like a secret you weren’t sure you wanted to keep anymore. 

Sometimes, late at night, you’d let yourself wonder—what would it take for him to see you? Not as his best friend, his confidant, his go-to for advice, but as someone who loved him so completely it terrified you.

But no matter how much you hoped, you couldn’t make him see. 

And with every moment that passed, the fear grew louder in your mind: that he never would.

When Ryan came into your life, it felt like a lifeline, a much-needed opportunity to breathe again. 

You met him at a local bookstore one rainy afternoon. You’d been browsing the shelves for something new to read, trying to distract yourself from the ever-present ache in your chest—Dominic. 

Your fingers had just landed on the spine of a novel when another hand brushed yours.

“Oh, sorry!” you’d both said at the same time, pulling back with awkward smiles.

Ryan had laughed first, the sound warm and disarming. “Looks like we’ve got similar taste. That’s a great book, by the way.”

Something about his easy demeanor and genuine smile drew you in. He didn’t look at you like you were carrying the weight of unspoken feelings or hiding a heart that had been quietly breaking for years. He saw you, simply, without complication.

From that moment, conversations with Ryan came naturally. He was sweet and attentive, always listening when you spoke, always showing up in small, thoughtful ways. 

He also remembered the way you took your coffee, text you funny memes when he knew you were having a rough day, and even surprise you with your favorite snacks when he visited.

It felt like a balm to your bruised heart. 

Being around Ryan didn’t come with the endless cycle of yearning and disappointment that came with Dominic. 

With Ryan, there were no stolen glances you hoped he’d notice, no nights spent overanalyzing every word, wondering if he’d finally understood how you felt. Ryan’s affection was clear and uncomplicated—no guessing games, no pain.

When he asked you out after a few weeks of casual meetups, you hesitated at first. Not because you didn’t like him—you did. 

But a small, stubborn part of you still clung to Dominic, still whispered, What if he realizes he loves you back?

But how long could you keep waiting for something that might never happen? How much more could you take of loving someone who couldn’t see you the way you saw them?

So, when Ryan asked, you said yes. Maybe it was time to stop chasing an impossible dream and focus on someone who wanted you, who made their feelings clear.

Dating Ryan was easy, like slipping into a routine that fit. He’d call just to hear your voice, plan dates that felt tailored to your interests, and never left you doubting how he felt. 

You’d go to the movies, share quiet dinners, and laugh over inside jokes that only the two of you understood. He made an effort to learn about you—the way you secretly loved cheesy holiday movies, how you always ordered the same thing at your favorite diner but liked to pretend you were considering something new.

For a while, you thought this might be what moving on felt like. Comfortable. Simple.

And yet, there were moments—small, fleeting moments—when you’d catch yourself thinking about Dominic. 

It wasn’t fair to Ryan, you knew that. 

But sometimes, when Ryan laughed, it wasn’t quite the same as Dominic’s laugh, the one that made your heart skip. 

And sometimes, when he held your hand, it wasn’t quite as grounding as the way Dominic’s shoulder had felt pressed against yours during late-night talks.

Still, you told yourself that this was what you needed: a fresh start, a clean slate, a chance to let go of a love that had only ever hurt.

So, you gave it a shot, and brought Ryan into your friend group one evening.

The first time Dominic saw him, something shifted. 

Dominic was unusually quiet, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with something you couldn’t quite place. He barely looked at you, and when he did, his gaze lingered just a second too long, his jaw tight.

When Ryan cracked a joke and made you laugh, Dominic’s jaw tightened. When Ryan casually draped an arm around your shoulder, Dominic’s lips pressed into a thin line.

That night, Sarah pulled you aside with a knowing look. “So… does Dom know about Ryan?”

“There’s nothing to know,” you replied quickly, avoiding her gaze.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Sure. And the way he’s glaring daggers at Ryan right now? Totally normal behavior for a best friend.”

You glanced across the room, catching Dominic looking your way before he quickly averted his eyes.

“He’s just being protective. It’s not that deep. It never was,” you said, trying to convince yourself as much as Sarah.

“Right. Keep telling yourself that,” Sarah said, smirking.

By the third time you brought Ryan around, Dominic’s jealousy was like a storm cloud hovering over every interaction, impossible to ignore. 

It wasn’t just the biting sarcasm—though his sharp, offhand remarks had become an almost constant presence—or the subtle digs he let slip whenever Ryan spoke, disguised as humor but cutting just a little too deep.

It was in the way he carried himself, his entire demeanor shifting whenever Ryan was near. 

Dominic, usually so laid-back and effortlessly charming, grew stiff and tense. 

He’d find reasons to disappear into the corners of the room, pretending to scroll through his phone or busy himself with a drink, but his eyes always betrayed him. 

They’d flicker over to you and Ryan, the look in them almost unreadable—frustration? Hurt? Something darker? Whatever it was, it made your stomach twist.

It wasn’t just jealousy; it was possession disguised as indifference, pain buried under anger.

The tension between the three of you was unbearable, the kind of thing that hung in the air and made every conversation feel stilted. Dominic’s comments became sharper, his jabs less subtle.

“Yo, Ryan,” he said one night, interrupting a lighthearted story your boyfriend was telling about a work trip. “Tell us again about that thing you do—what was it? Selling insurance or whatever?”

Ryan laughed awkwardly, clearly taken aback. “It’s not insurance—it’s consulting.”

Dominic raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the arm of the couch, drink in hand. “Right, right. Consulting. Super thrilling stuff, huh?”

You shot Dominic a glare, your jaw tightening. “Dom, knock it off.”

“What?” he said, all mock innocence, though there was an edge to his voice. “I’m just trying to keep up. Don’t want to miss the riveting tales of middle management.”

Ryan shrugged, clearly uncomfortable but trying to stay polite. “Not everyone can be a rockstar, man.”

Dominic’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Nope, I guess not.”

The moment passed, but the damage was done. Ryan excused himself to the kitchen, and you followed shortly after, seething. 

When you finally caught Dominic alone later, the frustration boiled over.

He was standing by the counter, silently fuming as he glared at a can of soda like it had personally insulted him. His jaw was clenched so tightly, you were sure it was painful.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, what the hell is your deal?” you asked, crossing your arms, your voice more brittle than you intended.

Dominic didn’t even look at you, his hand still frozen over the can. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been acting weird,” you shot back, your patience wearing thin. “Ever since I started seeing Ryan.”

Dominic scoffed, the sound bitter. He finally looked up, meeting your gaze with an edge to his eyes. “Weird? I’m not the one dragging my boyfriend to every fucking hangout, am I?”

The words hit you like a slap. You felt your stomach twist, a wave of heat rising to your cheeks, but you couldn’t back down now. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He turned his back on you, the movement sharp and dismissive. “Forget it,” he muttered, voice low and tight.

“No,” you said, stepping closer, your breath catching. “I’m not letting this go. Why do you care so much?”

Dominic froze, his body tense, shoulders stiff as though you had touched a raw nerve. He didn’t look at you right away, as though he was debating whether or not to say it. 

When he did speak, his voice was quieter, almost too soft for how much it cut through the space between you.

“I just…” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t trust him, okay? The dude’s a fucking loser.”

The words pierced you, more than you expected. You took a step back, but the ache in your chest didn’t go away. “That’s not your call to make, Dominic. You’re just being a dick for no reason.”

Dominic’s eyes flashed then—dark, almost desperate as he turned to face you. “Maybe it’s not, but it’s hard to watch you settle for someone who doesn’t even know you. Doesn’t know you hate rom-coms or that you cry every time you hear ‘Here Comes the Sun.’” His voice cracked slightly on the last word, but he quickly masked it with a frustrated shake of his head. “He doesn’t know shit about you. He doesn’t know he spilled his drink on your favorite sweater— He fucking chews with his mouth open. You hate that. I don’t know how you can be with someone like him.”

You blinked, thrown off guard by the weight of his confession. Your breath caught in your throat. “Dominic…”

But he cut you off before you could say anything else, his words sharp with frustration. “Just… forget it. Whatever,” he snapped, pushing past you to exit the kitchen, leaving a lingering silence in his wake.

You stood there, frozen, heart hammering in your chest, everything he had said hanging in the air like an unspoken truth. 

You were torn—staring after him, desperately wanting to chase him down, to ask him what the hell all of this meant, but a part of you feared that if you asked, the answer would break you even more than the silence already had.

Maybe you had been pretending, too. 

Pretending you didn’t feel the weight of his words. 

Pretending you didn’t feel like the whole damn world was shifting under your feet as Dominic kept slipping further out of your reach.

You didn’t know what to do anymore.

But one thing was certain—you couldn’t keep pretending either. Not when Dominic’s jealousy, his care for you, was so raw, so real.

And with that, he walked away, leaving you standing there, confused and frustrated.

Later that night, after everyone had gone home, you lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as Dominic’s words echoed in your mind.

"You deserve someone who knows you."

You’d heard those words before, maybe not in that exact phrasing, but the sentiment was familiar. 

Friends, family—even your own thoughts at times—had gently hinted that you deserved more than what you were settling for. 

But hearing it from Dominic, the one person you’d quietly longed for, struck a different chord entirely.

Did he really care about you like that? Or was this just Dominic being his usual overprotective self, always swooping in to play the knight when he thought you needed saving?

Your thoughts drifted to Ryan, the guy who had walked into your life like a breath of fresh air. Ryan was... easy. He made sense. He was sweet, kind, and always seemed to know the right thing to say. 

He didn’t keep you guessing or leave you wondering where you stood.

With Ryan, everything was surface-level simple—polite dates, casual laughs, and the kind of affection that felt like wearing a sweater on a chilly day. Comfortable. Familiar. 

But sometimes, it felt like he was reading from a script, saying the right things because they were expected, not because they carried weight.

And then there was Dominic.

Dominic was chaos wrapped in charm. With him, nothing was simple. He could make you laugh so hard you couldn’t breathe, and he could infuriate you in the same breath. He wasn’t predictable or easy to pin down, but he felt more. Every word, every look, every touch carried an unspoken intensity.

Where Ryan gave you a steady, quiet affection, Dominic made you feel like the world was alive, like you were alive. And yet, being with him wasn’t easy—it never had been. 

Dominic didn’t offer you the calm waters Ryan did; he was a storm, wild and untamed, pulling you under with every wave of emotion.

The difference wasn’t lost on you. Ryan loved the idea of you—the girl who smiled politely, laughed at his jokes, and looked good in a photo together. 

But Dominic? 

He loved the parts of you no one else paid attention to, the parts you didn’t even realize someone could love.

He knew you hated the smell of Bath and Body Works candles, no matter how trendy they were. He knew you always left the last sip of coffee in your mug because you couldn’t stand the cold, bitter dregs. He knew you cried when you watched the sunrise, not because it was beautiful, but because it reminded you of things you’d lost.

Ryan didn’t know those things, and you weren’t sure he ever would.

Turning over, you clutched your pillow tighter, frustration bubbling in your chest. Why did Dominic have to say that? Why couldn’t he just let you be happy? 

You had spent years chasing after him, dropping hints he never noticed, loving him in silence while he dated other people, oblivious to what was right in front of him.

And now, just when you were finally trying to let go, to move on, he had to say things like that—things that cracked your resolve and left you wondering.

You closed your eyes, but all you could see was Dominic, standing in the kitchen, the look in his eyes when he said, "You deserve better."

What did he mean by that? Did he mean better than Ryan? Or better than him? Did he even realize how much his words had shaken you, how they’d made you question everything?

You didn’t have answers, but one thing was clear: no matter how hard you tried, moving on from Dominic wasn’t going to be as simple as you’d hoped.

2 AM, who do you love?

The question kept you awake, and the answer made your heart ache.

The knock on your door the next day startled you. You weren’t expecting anyone, least of all Dominic, who stood on your doorstep looking like he hadn’t slept.

“Hey,” he said, his voice rough.

“Hey,” you replied cautiously.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded, stepping aside.

He hesitated, glancing at the floor before meeting your eyes. “I need to say something. And I need you to let me finish, okay?”

“Okay…” you said, your heart pounding.

He took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “I like you. No, scratch that. I’m in love with you.”

Dominic's words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable. Words couldn’t even begin to form in your mouth. All you could do was just stand there, and pray that he starts talking again.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long,” he repeated, his voice cracking just slightly. “And I know—I know I’m an idiot for not saying anything sooner. I’ve probably ruined everything by waiting, but I couldn’t—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t lose you. I can’t lose you… Not like this.”

You stood frozen, your mind struggling to catch up with his confession. “Dom…”

He shook his head, stepping forward but not too close. “Please, just let me finish. I’ve been so scared that if I told you, and you didn’t feel the same, I’d lose you as my best friend. And then I saw Ryan, and it hit me—I was already losing you.”

It almost seemed as if he was tearing up— His eyes, welling with tears, but refusing to let them fall. 

“Every time you smiled at him, every time he held you in his arms… it felt like someone was ripping me apart. And I hate it. I hate him. Not because of anything he did, but because he gets to have you in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of.”

Your throat tightened, tears welling in your eyes. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I’m a coward,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Because I didn’t want to mess up what we have. But now, I don’t give a fuck. I have nothing to lose, and I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t drive me insane seeing you with someone else. I love you, Y/N. I always have.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, his words echoing in your mind. This was Dominic—your Dominic. 

The one you had loved for as long as you could remember. 

And he loved you too.

“You’re not a coward, Dominic,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

His brow furrowed, his gaze searching yours. “What?”

“You’re not a coward…” you repeated, stepping closer. “I’ve been in love with you too, Dom. For years.”

His eyes widened, the weight of your confession visibly hitting him. “You… what?”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping at your cheeks. 

“Everyone knew, except for you. I’ve been dropping hints forever… And you never got the memo. I thought you didn’t feel the same, so I gave up trying. I tried so hard, it was eating me alive. That’s why I started seeing Ryan.”

Dominic blinked, stunned. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, you idiot,” you said. “Why do you think I wear this necklace every day? Why I always made excuses to see you? Why I always wear the perfume you told me you loved?”

Dominic’s face softened, a sheer look of something between relief and sadness. ““I feel so stupid. I’m sorry, I never realized.”

You shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, anymore. Now, you know.”

The tension in his shoulders melted, and a soft smile forming on his lips. “So, all this time… we were both just too scared to say anything?”

“Basically,” you said, grinning too.

He let out a breath, stepping even closer until you could feel the warmth of him. “I can’t believe this.”

You tilted your head, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “You’re kind of slow, you know that?”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling for the first time in what felt like days. “Yeah, well, you’re kind of impossible to read.”

Before you could respond, he reached up, cupping your face gently. “Tell me this is real,” he whispered. “Tell me this, us, is real.”

“It’s real, Dom,” you said, your voice soft but certain.

And then his lips were on yours, tentative at first, like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. But when you kissed him back, all the hesitation disappeared. 

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and it felt like every unspoken word, every stolen glance, every moment of yearning was pouring out in that kiss.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Dominic rested his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you like he was afraid to let go.

“So, what happens now?” he asked, his voice low and a little uncertain.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I  don’t know. I have no clue. But, I guess we figure it out. Together.”

A grin spread across his face, wide and boyish. “I like the sound of that.”

And for the first time in years, you felt like everything was exactly where it was meant to be.

[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.

[skateordiebitch]

Gurl I hope that everything is okay, I missed you posting, also you’re so freaking pretty.

i just finished working for 3 weeks straight, no days off— i just clocked out😭😭 I AM OKAY NOW. tbh i was lowkey going insane and hella sleep deprived but i have this whole weekend off, thank god. tysm for everyone who has been checking in on me frl😭😭🩷🩷

TWO FICS TODAY Y’ALLLLL WOOHOOO IM BACK

[skateordiebitch]

come back gurl we miss you!!!! hope everythings ok <3

guys tysm for checking up on me omg u guys r so sweet!! i just worked three 14 hour shifts for black friday, but i’m free now!!!! 😭🫶🏻

i have so many fics that i’m gonna post throughout week! 🩷🩷🩷

[skateordiebitch]

girl i LOVE your fics.. ur such a diva i CANNOT u look so cool?!?! if i may, can i request something like dom x reader that always works late.. so basically by the time dominic is sleeping, reader gets home 😭 hear me out, i’ve had a literal DREAM about this.. like he’s just sleeping while reader comes home + cuddles him while he sleeps, if you get my point :3

i have so many ideas but i dont wanna stress u out at all by adding even more requests and stuff…

CLOSE TO YOU || D.F x reader

summary: dominic sleeps better when you’re next to him.

a/n: OMGGG this is so sweet🥹 and pls send them, i’ll write them eventually! it won’t stress me out :)

writing all of these make me feel so lonely sometimes like goddamn!!!! my turn when?!!!!! hope you guys enjoy, this one’s short but sweet <3

It was well past midnight when you pushed open the front door, careful not to let it creak too loudly. You slipped off your shoes, setting your bag down in its usual spot, and let out a tired sigh.

The apartment was dark, save for the faint glow of the nightlight Dominic had insisted on keeping in the hallway—“So you don’t trip over everything when you come in,” he’d said with a teasing grin.

You tiptoed through the quiet space, your heart softening as you approached the bedroom door.

Inside, Dominic was sprawled across the bed, his arm hanging off the edge and his hair sticking up in messy tufts.

He was completely knocked out, his slow, steady breathing filling the room.

The sight made your exhaustion melt away just a little. This was always the part of your day you looked forward to most—coming home to him, even if he was already fast asleep.

You slipped into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable, quietly brushing your teeth and washing off the stress of the day.

When you emerged, Dominic hadn’t moved an inch. He was still lying on his stomach, hugging a pillow as if it were you.

As you eased into bed, the mattress dipped slightly under your weight. The familiar warmth of Dominic radiated from where he lay, his face peaceful in the soft glow of the hallway light that filtered through the cracked door.

You moved slowly, careful not to jostle him too much as you slid under the blanket and shifted closer.

His cheek pressed into the pillow, hair messy and sticking up in every direction.

You paused for a moment to take him in, your heart swelling at how endearing he looked when he was like this—unguarded, relaxed, safe.

You reached out tentatively, brushing your fingertips along the bare skin of his arm. He stirred at the touch, his brow twitching in a small frown before it smoothed out again.

You couldn’t resist trailing your hand up to his shoulder, your fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns across his back.

His skin was warm under your touch, and you felt the tension in your own body begin to melt away.

As you inched closer, you tucked yourself into his side, resting your head against his back for a moment, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breath.

He was so warm, and the familiar scent of his cologne lingered faintly on his skin even now. It grounded you, making the day’s stress fade into a distant memory.

Carefully, you slid an arm around his waist, letting it rest just above his hip.

He shifted slightly at the movement, a low hum of approval slipping from his lips as if even in his sleep, he knew it was you.

Encouraged, you snuggled in further, pressing your front against his side. The blanket tangled slightly around your legs, but you didn’t care.

All that mattered was the way Dominic instinctively turned toward you, his body adjusting to accommodate you even while unconscious.

“Hmm,” he mumbled groggily, his voice thick with sleep as he stirred. His hand reached out, fumbling for yours under the covers.

When his fingers found yours, he intertwined them, pulling your hand snug against his chest. “You’re late,” he muttered, barely coherent but clearly teasing.

A soft laugh escaped your lips, and you nuzzled into his shoulder. “You’re asleep,” you whispered, your voice gentle. “Go back to dreaming, Dom.”

He murmured tiredly, his voice thick with sleep. “You’re home.”

Your heart twisted at the sound. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered, your fingers trailing lightly over his cheek.

Dominic turned toward you, his eyes barely opening as a small smile curved his lips. “It’s okay. I always sleep better when you’re here.”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “Go back to sleep, Dom. I’m here now.”

He hummed in contentment, pulling you closer with an arm that felt far stronger than it should have for someone half-asleep. “Long day?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, your voice barely audible. “But it’s better now.”

But instead of answering, he shifted again, this time rolling onto his side to face you. His arm draped over your waist, pulling you in closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between you.

His leg tangled with yours under the blanket, and his nose brushed lightly against your temple.

You snuggled into his warmth, resting your head against his chest where you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The stresses of work, the late nights, the exhaustion—it all felt manageable in moments like this, with Dominic holding you close, even in his dreams.

“Goodnight, loser,” you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips as you closed your eyes.

Somewhere in his sleep, Dominic mumbled, “Goodnight, idiot,” and it was enough to make you feel whole again.

[skateordiebitch]

i LOVE your fics… the dom drought, WHILE he’s on hiatus too 😭😭 you’re literally a dream come true for the whole fike fandom!! keep up the work girly, ilysm <3 this fandom has been so dry recently i CANNOT.

aaaahh yes ofc!!! thank u so much for the love— ik the fandom is literally dust rn😭 and truly where tf is dom…… i hope he’s doing well ugh. i miss him so much it’s not even funny

& two fics are coming out tn when i get off work 😁

[skateordiebitch]

still at work @ this hour…. no thoughts behind my eyes…..

[skateordiebitch]

i just got a request for a fic inspired by ‘enchanted’ by taylor swift…. are YALL READY TO CRY???!!!! I KNOW I AM…. literally this song has such a spot in my heart i’m going to destroy all of u with this one

also my requests r still open! i’m slowly pushing them out. i’m trying to focus on making them longer or whatever. #qualityoverquantity 😁

[skateordiebitch]

baby fever with dom.. wouldn’t that be adorable!?!! i think he’d be absolutely delighted knowing that reader had a baby fever, cause he did too, the whole time they were dating.

FUTURE ROCKSTAR || D.F. x reader

summary: dominic has had baby fever since the moment he met you. after four years of him trying to throw you hints... you finally reveal that you do, too.

a/n: STOP THIS IS SO CUTE AAAA. and i personally don't even have baby fever!!! like why did this change my mind... and i literally just watched an interview with him saying how he wants two kids LMFAO. hope u guys enjoy!!!! <333

It started out as an ordinary afternoon. The two of you were sprawled on a picnic blanket in the park, the kind of lazy day Dominic cherished between his demanding schedules. 

He had insisted on bringing his guitar, though he only played random, lazy chords now and then, more for his own entertainment than yours. His guitar rested beside him, his fingers occasionally strumming, though he was far more invested in people-watching than playing.

You sat between his legs, leaning back against his chest with a sense of ease that came naturally after years together. The air smelled faintly of freshly cut grass, and the sounds of laughter and chatter from nearby families filled the park.

Dominic's chin rested lightly on your shoulder as you absently pointed out a little boy struggling to fly a kite. He grinned, watching the kid's determination as the kite kept dipping lower and lower to the ground.

Dominic’s voice rumbled in your ear, warm and amused. “Look at that determination. That kid’s gonna conquer the world someday.”

You snorted softly, your lips quirking into a smile. “Or he’s going to break his arm falling over that kite string.”

“Glass half empty, as always,” Dominic teased, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Come on, give the kid some credit.”

“Fine,” you relented, rolling your eyes. “He’s persistent. I’ll give him that.”

But then, a little girl with curly pigtails and the kind of chubby cheeks that made your heart ache toddled past, clutching a stuffed bunny in one hand and a sippy cup in the other. 

She giggled, chasing after a stream of bubbles floating through the air, her delighted squeals cutting through the noise.

And then it happened—A soft sigh escaped your lips before you even realized it. It wasn’t intentional, but Dominic caught it instantly. He stiffened slightly behind you, then shifted so he could see your face.

It was soft, almost imperceptible, but Dominic heard it. 

Of course, he did.

“Uh-oh,” he said, amusement laced in his tone. “That’s the sound.”

“What sound?” you asked, eyes still glued to the little girl as she flopped down on the grass in a fit of giggles.

“The dreamy, baby-fever sigh,” Dominic teased, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “I’ve been on high alert for it.”

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “You’re ridiculous. That wasn’t a ‘baby-fever sigh.’ It was just… a normal, ‘Wow, that kid is cute’ kind of sigh.”

“Sure it was,” he said, smirking knowingly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’ve been looking at every baby in this park like you’re imagining names for them.”

“I do not!” you protested, swatting at his arm.

“Oh, you totally do.” Dominic shifted, leaning his head back with a grin. “You’re mentally decorating nurseries.”

You tried to glare at him, but the warmth in his eyes disarmed you. “Dominic, I swear—”

“You lingered at the baby aisle in Target last week. Twice. Don’t think I didn’t see you checking out those tiny shoes.”

“They were cute shoes!” you defended, but your cheeks betrayed you, heating up with embarrassment.

“Exactly,” he said, his grin widening. “And now here you are, getting emotional over other people’s kids in public. It’s official. Baby fever has claimed you.”

“Okay, fine,” you muttered, throwing your hands up. “Maybe I’ve been thinking about it. A little.”

Dominic’s teasing stopped instantly. His smirk shifted into something softer, more genuine, as his eyes searched yours. “Wait. You’re serious?”

You looked down at your hands, suddenly shy. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve been thinking about it lately. Doesn’t mean I’m ready or anything. It’s just… I don’t know. Seeing families like this—it makes me wonder.”

Dominic’s reaction wasn’t what you expected. His entire face lit up like someone had just told him he won the lottery.

“Oh my God,” he said, grinning so wide it almost looked painful. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”

You blinked at him, completely caught off guard. “Wait, why are you so excited? Aren’t you supposed to be the one freaking out?”

Dominic burst out laughing, running a hand through his hair. “Are you kidding? I’ve been on team baby fever for years. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

“What?” you said, your jaw dropping. “Years? Dominic, what are you talking about?”

He shrugged, unbothered by your disbelief. “I’ve been imagining us with kids since, like, forever. You think I didn’t picture a little version of you running around, bossing me around just like you do?”

“First of all, I do not boss you around,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes. “And second of all… what?”

“Oh, you totally boss me around,” he countered with a wink. “But, babe, I’ve been ready for this. I’ve had baby fever for years. I just didn’t want to pressure you.”

“Wait, years?” you repeated, staring at him. “How did I not know this?!"

“Because I’ve been playing it cool,” he said, looking entirely too proud of himself. “Imagine if we had a tiny human who inherited all your sass.”

You were speechless, staring at him as he continued. “Seriously, I’ve been dropping hints for months. Remember that onesie I showed you that said Future Rockstar? You just thought it was cute.”

“It was cute!” you protested.

Dominic laughed, shaking his head. “It was a test, you dummy. I wanted to see if you’d say something like, ‘That’d look great on our kid someday.’ But no, you just said, ‘Aw, your niece will love that.’”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I didn’t know I was being tested! I thought I was just shopping!”

“Well, now you know,” he teased, nudging your knee with his. “And when I made you hold my niece that one time? You looked like you were ready to steal her and take her home.”

“She was adorable!” you exclaimed, but now you were starting to connect the dots.

“And don’t even get me started on the time you cried during that diaper commercial,” he added with a smirk.

“That was an emotional ad, okay? I'm allowed to be emotional...” you said, your face burning. “Fine, you win. Maybe I do have a little baby fever.”

“A little?” Dominic repeated, laughing. He reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours. “If this is you with a little baby fever, I can’t wait to see full-blown baby fever. It’s gonna be adorable.”

You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.” Then, you gave him a suspicious look. “What other ‘tests’ have you been running without my knowledge?”

“Oh, you know,” Dominic said casually, leaning back on his hands, his grin sly. “Pointing out cute kids at restaurants, mentioning how good we are at keeping houseplants alive—although the one of them did die, so maybe don’t count that one—”

You smacked his shoulder lightly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he corrected, leaning closer, his voice softening. “And ridiculously excited about the idea of us... you know, starting something bigger together someday.”

His sincerity disarmed you, the teasing giving way to a tender vulnerability that made your heart squeeze. “You really want that? A family with me?”

“Are you kidding?” Dominic’s gaze locked onto yours, his brown eyes warm and steady. “I can’t think of anything I’d want more. You’re my favorite person in the world, babe. I just didn’t want to push you before you were ready.”

Your throat tightened, a lump of emotion catching you off guard. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I thought... I don’t know, with your career and everything, you’d be too busy to even think about stuff like that.”

He scoffed lightly, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his. “My career doesn’t mean anything if I don’t have someone to share it with. And if that someone happens to be you—and a couple of little brats we teach to love music and fight over who gets the last cookie—then yeah, I’d say I’m winning at life.”

You laughed softly, your hands curling into the fabric of his hoodie as you looked up at him. “Brats, huh?”

“Absolute terrors,” he said, his grin playful but his eyes still so soft. “But they’ll have your smile and your sass, so they’ll be perfect.”

Your chest felt warm, like your heart had been wrapped in a soft blanket. “Well, if they’re going to have my sass, then they’ll need your patience. God knows I have none.”

“Deal,” Dominic said, brushing a stray hair from your face. He grinned, pressing his forehead against yours. “Then it’s settled. Our kid’s gonna be the coolest, sassiest, most rockstar baby to ever exist.”

You laughed, your heart feeling lighter than it had in days. You didn’t have all the answers yet, but one thing was clear: whatever the future held, you wanted it with him.

[skateordiebitch]

photos of dominic that i think about daily

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put raccoon stripes in my hair 🦝

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i’m working on some requests rn! sorry they’re taking forever… my shifts this week are 2am-9am😍😍 (also i work with two fine ass coworkers. literally work crushes on full force i fear)

[skateordiebitch]

hiii! i love ur fics sm.. don’t stop making them. i honestly just wanted to request something about being best friends with dom, nothing weird at all. but he’s always there for reader and stuff, they’re close and childhood friends :)

IDIOT || D.F. x reader

summary: dominic fike, your childhood best friend; part time 'crisis manager'. full time idiot.

a/n: thank you sm! i don't plan on stopping, don't worry LMFAO. this request made my heart so happy. this reminded me so much of my best friend, who i'm away from rn :') miss him dearly so this was very nice to write!!! hope u guys enjoy!! <33

It was 2 a.m., and you were curled up on your living room couch, a half-eaten pint of ice cream in your lap, your favorite bad movie playing softly in the background. 

The door to your apartment swung open without warning, and Dominic strolled in, his hair sticking out in every direction, still wearing his pajama pants and a hoodie.

“Dom!” you said, startled but not entirely surprised. “Geez, ever heard of knocking?”

He dropped onto the couch beside you with zero hesitation, stealing the pint from your hands and taking a spoonful. “And miss the element of surprise? Never. I have a key for a reason.”

You rolled your eyes, smacking his arm lightly. “You look like shit. What are you even doing here? It’s the middle of the night.”

“You texted me, remember?” he said, wiggling his phone in front of you. “Something about an emotional crisis and needing someone to comfort you.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Dude, I didn’t think you’d actually show up. I was just venting.”

Dominic grinned. “And yet, here I am. Lucky for you, I’m an excellent crisis manager.”

You couldn’t help but smile despite yourself.

That was Dominic: always there, no questions asked, no matter the time or place. You’d been inseparable since you were kids—sharing snacks in kindergarten, passing notes in middle school, and now, navigating adulthood together.

“Okay, crisis manager,” you said, reclaiming the ice cream. “Fix me. Please.”

“What happened?” he asked, his expression softening as he turned to face you fully. 

“It’s just…” You hesitated, toying with the edge of your blanket. “I’ve been feeling kind of stuck lately. Like, everyone’s moving on and doing amazing things, getting into relationships, and I’m just… here.”

Dominic’s brow furrowed. “Are you kidding? You’re like, one of the smartest, most talented people I know. And trust me, I know a lot of people.”

You snorted. “Yeah, okay. You’re only saying that because you’re my best friend. You basically have to tell me that.”

“I’m serious,” he said, nudging your shoulder. “Remember in high school when you built that entire art project out of soda cans and won first place? Or when you aced that internship interview because you quoted your favorite movie? You’re like, actually capable of doing things.”

“Dominic, that was years ago,” you said, laughing despite yourself, “And what about relationships? All of my friends keep shoving their boyfriends in my face, and it’s making me wanna download Hinge, again.”

Dominic leaned back, his head resting against the couch as he let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh God, you’re single. The horror.”

“Shut up,” you said, throwing a pillow at him, which he easily caught. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” he replied, tossing the pillow aside. “Why are you stressing about this? Being single isn’t some kind of failure. You’re not competing with anyone.”

“I know that, logically,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “But it feels like… I don’t know, like everyone else is figuring shit out, and I’m just here eating ice cream at midnight with my idiot best friend.”

“First of all, rude,” Dominic said, pointing at himself. “I am a delightful idiot, and I’m sure many girls would kill to be in your place… Thank you very much. Second, that’s a load of crap.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What is?”

“This idea that you’re ‘falling behind,’” he said, sitting up straighter. “Everyone moves at their own pace. Just because your friends are in relationships doesn’t mean you’re supposed to be. Maybe you’re single because you haven’t met someone who deserves you yet.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “That’s such a cliché, Dom, really. You should write a book or something.”

“Yeah, well, clichés are clichés for a reason,” he shot back. “Look, you’ve got standards—and you should. You’re smart, funny, kind, and, despite everything, pretty tolerable to be around.”

“Aw, thanks, Dom,” you said with mock sarcasm. “Such a glowing review.”

“I’m serious,” he said, nudging your knee with his. “You’re a catch. And the right person’s gonna see that without you having to bend over backward to prove it. You just have to stop beating yourself up for not settling.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how earnest he sounded. “You really think that?”

“Of course I do,” he said, shrugging. “And I’m always right. Ask anyone.”

You rolled your eyes but felt a warmth spreading in your chest. Dominic always knew how to say the right thing, even when you didn’t want to hear it. 

“So, what? I’m just supposed to wait for some magical person to show up and sweep me off my feet?”

Dominic smirked. “Nah, I think you should keep doing you. Focus on what makes you happy. And when the right person shows up, you’ll know. Until then, you’ve got me to watch crappy movies and steal your snacks. Don’t download a fucking dating app.”

“Lucky me,” you teased, but the smile on your face was genuine. “Thanks, Dom. I needed that.”

He gave you a playful salute.

“Anytime,” he said, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Besides, if you ever really get stuck, I’ll just carry you around and tell everyone you’re my much cooler best friend.”

“Obviously,” you said, leaning into him. “That’s been the plan all along.”

The two of you sat there for a while, the weight of your worries easing with each ridiculous comment he made. 

Dominic had always been your rock, the one constant in your constantly changing world.  

“Move over, loser. You’re hogging the blanket,” you grumbled, nudging Dominic with your foot as he sprawled across your couch like he owned the place. 

“Excuse me?” Dominic shot back, raising an eyebrow. “You invited me over, remember? You’re lucky I’m even sharing my popcorn.”

You grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl on his lap without breaking eye contact. “Your popcorn? You wouldn’t even have it if I didn’t buy it. Idiot.”

Dominic gasped in mock offense. “Wow, okay. Name-calling? Really mature, Y/N. What are we, twelve?”

“Pretty sure you were worse when we were twelve,” you shot back, grinning. 

“Fair point,” he admitted, tossing a piece of popcorn at you. It bounced off your forehead, and he burst out laughing.

You retaliated by throwing one back, but it went wildly off course, landing somewhere on the floor. 

Dominic shook his head, feigning disappointment. “Terrible aim. No wonder you didn’t make the basketball team in middle school.”

“Oh, shut up,” you said, snatching the blanket and draping it over yourself, leaving him with only a corner. “I made the team, thank you very much. I just quit.”

“Yeah, after you tripped over your own shoelaces and—”

“Do not finish that sentence,” you warned, though you were already laughing too hard to sound threatening. 

Dominic chuckled, pulling the blanket back over his lap as the opening credits of your favorite movie played on the screen. “Alright, fine. Let’s watch this masterpiece you’ve been hyping up for weeks.”

“Don’t act like it’s your first time watching it,” you teased. “You’ve seen this at least five times with me. You even cried during the ending last time.”

“I did not cry,” Dominic protested, though his face betrayed him with the slightest blush. “I had something in my eye.”

“Sure you did,” you said, rolling your eyes but grinning. “Big ass tears that would’ve scared all the girls away.”

He grabbed a pillow and lightly bopped you on the head. “Keep talking, and I’ll ruin the ending for you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Try me.”

You lunged for the pillow, laughing as he held it out of reach. The two of you wrestled for it for a moment, the blanket and popcorn long forgotten, before collapsing back onto the couch in a heap of giggles.

Once you both settled down, Dominic leaned back, his arm resting casually along the back of the couch. “You know, this is why we’re best friends.”

“Because you like losing pillow fights to me?” you teased.

“No,” he said, flicking your arm. “Because you’re the only person I know who can call me an idiot and make it sound like a compliment.”

You smirked, nudging him with your shoulder. “Well, you’re my favorite idiot. Don’t forget it.”

He grinned, his gaze softening for just a moment before he turned back to the screen. “Alright, let’s watch this thing. No more distractions.”

The two of you sat there, sharing popcorn, laughing at the same jokes you’d heard a hundred times, and tossing the occasional insult back and forth. 

It was the kind of night that reminded you why Dominic was your best friend—because no matter how chaotic or ridiculous things got, you always knew you could count on him to be there, making life a little less serious and a whole lot more fun. 

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dom x famous!reader where he has a crush on her and has mentioned a few times and they they are cast together in a project and hook up

SPOTLIGHT || D.F. x reader

summary: dominic has a celebrity crush, and it just so happens to be you.

a/n: in another universe this is meeeee like when will it be my turn??!! this request is amazing tysm for sending it in! i love writing dom being all cute and in love LMFAO

Dominic had always admired you from afar. 

It was no secret—he’d mentioned your name in interviews a few times when asked about his celebrity crush. 

Each time, he’d brush it off with his signature charm, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he said something like, “Y/N is ridiculously talented. And, yeah, she’s gorgeous. But she’s way out of my league.”

It became a running joke among his fans, a tidbit that made its way into countless TikTok edits and late-night talk show montages. 

But Dominic wasn’t joking. 

Not entirely. 

Every time he saw you on the big screen, every red-carpet interview, every magazine cover—it only solidified the idea in his head that you were untouchable. A dream. Something to admire but never hope to hold.

Until the day his agent called with the news.

“You’re fucking kidding,” Dominic said, nearly dropping his phone. He was pacing the length of his living room, his heart hammering against his ribs.

“I’m not kidding,” his agent replied, a note of amusement in her voice. “You got the part. Congratulations, Dominic. And guess who’s your co-star?”

He swallowed hard. “Who?”

“You’re going to love this—Y/N.”

Dominic froze, the name hitting him like a lightning bolt. His agent kept talking about contracts and schedules, but he barely heard a word. 

All he could think about was that he was going to spend months working alongside you, sharing scenes, sharing space. It was exhilarating—and utterly terrifying.

The first table read was surreal. 

You walked into the room like you owned it—poised, radiant, every bit the movie star he’d imagined you to be. 

Dominic tried to play it cool, keeping his head down and focusing on the script in front of him, but when you sat down beside him, his palms started to sweat.

“Hey,” you said, offering him a smile. “You’re Dominic, right?”

He looked up, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah. Hi. Uh, it’s great to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Your smile widened, and you leaned in slightly, lowering your voice. “I heard you’ve got a bit of a crush on me.”

Dominic’s heart stopped. He could feel his ears burning as he scrambled for a response. “Oh, uh—I mean, people take those interview things way out of context, you know? I just… I’m a big fan of your work.”

“Relax,” you said, laughing softly. “I’m just messing with you. It’s sweet, though. I’m a fan of yours too. I listen to your music all the time.”

Dominic blinked, utterly disarmed by your casual compliment. He managed a smile, but his brain was short-circuiting. You’re a fan of mine? You listen to my music?

The table read started before he could embarrass himself further, but throughout the session, he couldn’t help sneaking glances at you. 

And, to his astonishment, you caught his eye more than once, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

As the weeks went on, the two of you fell into an easy rhythm. Dominic found that you were nothing like the untouchable goddess he’d built up in his head. 

You were funny, down-to-earth, and sharper than he’d expected. On set, you were professional but warm, always quick to offer a kind word or a joke to lighten the mood.

The chemistry between you was undeniable—not just on camera but off. 

The crew started to notice, throwing each other knowing looks whenever you and Dominic laughed a little too hard at each other’s jokes or lingered in conversation during breaks. 

But Dominic kept his feelings in check, reminding himself that this was work. You were colleagues... And nothing more.

Until the night everything changed.

Dominic couldn’t breathe.

The day’s schedule loomed over him like a storm cloud, and he swore his heart was pounding louder than the hum of the cameras.

Today was the day.

The kiss scene.

The one moment in the script he had fixated on since the project began. He had kissed people on screen before—it was part of the job. But none of those kisses had ever involved you.

You weren’t just another costar. You were the costar, the actress Dominic had secretly admired long before he landed the role.

Everyone knew it too. His harmless crush on you had been splashed across the internet, after all. He thought he’d been subtle. He wasn’t.

And now he was standing on set, trying to convince himself he could handle kissing you without losing his mind.

“Knock, knock,” your voice chimed as you peeked into his trailer.

Dominic jumped, nearly spilling his coffee. “Oh. Hey.”

You stepped inside, a warm smile on your lips as you held up a script. “Just thought I’d check in before the scene.”

He raised an eyebrow, trying to appear casual. “You mean the one where our characters kiss?”

You grinned, leaning against the doorframe. “Yes, Dom. That one... Are you nervous or something?" You chuckled softly, watching the heat rise in his face.

“I’m not nervous,” he said quickly, though the slight crack in his voice betrayed him.

Your grin widened, and you tilted your head. “Really? Because you look a little nervous, dude.”

Dominic sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. Maybe a little. But not for the reason you think.”

“Oh?” You stepped closer, crossing your arms. “And what reason is that?”

He hesitated, glancing down at the script in your hands as if it held the answers he needed. Finally, he looked back at you, his eyes locking onto yours. “I just... I don’t want to mess it up. This scene, I mean. It’s important to the, uh, story.”

You chuckled, nudging his arm lightly. “Dominic, you’re going to be fine. You’re quite a professional, believe it or not.”

“Right,” he muttered, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

You studied him for a moment, softening your tone. “Okay, what’s really going on? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

Dominic’s jaw tightened as he shifted uncomfortably. He opened his mouth to deflect, but the words that came out were honest instead. “It’s just... it’s you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve had this stupid crush on you since forever, and now we’re about to kiss on camera, and I’m trying really hard not to completely fuck it up.”

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by his truthful confession. “Dom...”

“I know,” he said quickly, holding up a hand. “It’s ridiculous. But I couldn’t not tell you. And now that I have, we can move on and—”

You interrupted him with a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Dominic, you’re not ridiculous. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re overthinking this. It’s just a kiss.”

“Just a kiss,” he echoed, though he didn’t sound convinced.

--

The set was quiet as the crew made their final adjustments. Dominic stood at his mark, fidgeting with the cuff of his shirt.

The scene was simple: your characters would share an emotional moment, confess their feelings, and kiss.

Simple in theory, but nothing about being this close to you felt simple.

You appeared on set, your costume flowing effortlessly as you took your place opposite him. Dominic forced himself to focus, to remember the lines, the marks, the choreography of the scene.

But then your eyes met his, and all the preparation flew out the window.

“Alright,” the director called. “Let’s roll.”

Dominic forced himself to breathe as the scene began. Your characters stood close, the scripted tension palpable.

He delivered his lines, but it wasn’t just acting—it was everything he’d been holding back, spilling out in words not entirely his own.

“I can’t keep pretending I don’t care,” his character admitted, his voice trembling just slightly. “Because I do. I care more than I should.”

Your eyes softened, your own delivery layered with something unspoken. “Then stop pretending.”

There it was—the moment.

Dominic stepped closer, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back to your eyes. You closed the distance, and when your lips finally met, it was electric.  

You took a step closer, your face just inches from his. Your gaze flickered to his lips, and he followed the cue, leaning in slowly. His hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair from your face before resting gently on your cheek. It was all part of the script, but nothing about it felt rehearsed.

The kiss was supposed to be brief, just long enough to convey the emotion. But neither of you pulled away right on cue. The director didn’t call cut, letting the moment linger, and it felt like the entire set had disappeared.  

Your lips met his, soft and warm, and the world fell away. The kiss was slow, tentative at first, exactly as the scene demanded. But as the moment stretched, Dominic swore he felt something real—a spark, a connection that wasn’t written in the script. His fingers curled slightly against your jaw, pulling you closer without thinking.

“Cut!” the director called, breaking the spell.

You stepped back, your expression unreadable as you adjusted your costume.

Dominic blinked, trying to ground himself, but the lingering warmth of your lips was impossible to ignore. You met his gaze with a soft, unreadable smile, then turned away to reset your position.  

---

The set began to clear as the crew packed up for the day.

Dominic lingered near the table, pretending to be interested in a bag of chips while his mind replayed the kiss over and over. He couldn’t tell if he was imagining things, but for a brief moment, he thought he’d felt you lean into him—like it hadn’t been just acting for you either.

“Hey.” Your voice broke his thoughts.

He turned to find you standing behind him, your expression soft but cautious.

“Hey,” he said, his heart racing.

You hesitated, biting your lip before taking a step closer. “Can I ask you something weird?”

“Of course.”

“That kiss…” You trailed off, searching his face. “Was it just acting for you? It almost seemed real.”

Dominic swallowed hard, his pulse thundering in his ears. “No,” he admitted quietly. “It wasn’t... I know, it's embarassing. I'm sorry-"

You studied him for a moment before answering. “It wasn’t for me, either.”

His breath hitched, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. “What?!" he loudly exclaims, before composing himself back together, "So... what does that mean?”

“It means,” you said, stepping closer, “that I’ve been waiting for you to stop overthinking long enough to figure out that I like you too. I kind of always have...”  

Dominic stared at you, dumbfounded. “You... what?”

You laughed softly, taking his hand in yours. “I like you, Dom. A lot. And not just because of some script. I'm just... not as vocal about it in interviews, I guess.”  

He let out a breathless laugh, his fingers tightening around yours. “I really thought I was going to mess this up.”

“You didn’t,” you said, your smile warm. “Not even a little.”  

Before he could respond, you closed the distance between you, your hands resting gently on his chest as you kissed him.

This time, there were no cameras, no lights, no script. It was real. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, savoring every second.

When you finally pulled away, your cheeks flushed, you gave him a shy smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first table read.”

Dominic laughed, the sound full of disbelief and joy. “You could’ve told me. Might’ve saved me a few sleepless nights.”

You grinned, lacing your fingers through his. “Where’s the fun in that? You should've seen yourself. You looked adorable, trying to act like you weren't freaking out."

Dominic groaned, his free hand running through his hair as his cheeks reddened. “I was not freaking out.”

You arched an eyebrow, your grin widening. “Oh, you so were. But it was cute. Endearing, even.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, though his heart was hammering. “Glad my nervous breakdown was entertaining for you.”

“It was,” you teased, stepping closer. “But for the record, I was freaking out a little, too.”

Dominic tilted his head, his eyes softening. “You? You’re always so calm, so collected.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, your voice lowering, “you have this way of making people… forget themselves.”

His breath caught at your words, and before he could think better of it, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you again. It was slower this time, less urgent but just as consuming. Your fingers curled into his shirt as the rest of the world faded away.

When you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want this to just be a scene between us.”

Your eyes searched his, vulnerability flickering across your face before you nodded. “Me too.”

Dominic exhaled in relief, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Let's get out of here,” he murmured suddenly, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

You blinked, startled. “Where?”

He glanced toward his trailer parked on the edge of the lot. “Somewhere private. Just us.”

Your cheeks warmed, but the way his hand slid down to intertwine with yours reassured you. “I like the sound of that,” you said softly.

Inside Dominic’s trailer, the space felt more intimate than usual. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the warmth of the dim lighting.

He closed the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment as if gathering his thoughts. “I can’t believe this is finally happening,” he admitted with a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

You turned to face him, your lips curving into a gentle smile. “All your dreams coming true?"

Dominic nodded and stepped toward you slowly, as though afraid to shatter the fragile moment. When he reached you, his hands found your waist, pulling you close.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to pretend this is just… professional.”

Your fingers brushed the back of his neck, playing with the edges of his hair. “Well, luckily we don’t have to pretend anymore,” you whispered, your eyes meeting his.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

His lips found yours again, and this time, the kiss deepened with unspoken promises and longing. His hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against him, while yours clung to his shoulders.

He guided you toward the small couch, and when you sank onto it together, the world outside seemed to disappear entirely. His kisses trailed down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he murmured, “I’ve thought about this. About you… so many times.”

You shivered under his touch, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Dominic…”

He paused, looking up at you with a mixture of adoration and vulnerability. “We don’t have to rush,” he said softly, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I just want to be close to you.”

You smiled, your heart swelling at his sincerity.

The rest of the evening unfolded in whispered confessions and soft laughter, each kiss and touch building the connection between you.

It wasn’t just about the physical aspect—it was about finally letting go of the barriers, about finding something real amidst the overwhelming chaos of your lives.

As the night wore on, you lay curled up together, your head resting on his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, his voice quiet but filled with warmth.

“Hey, Y/N..." he says jokingly, "I didn't know if you noticed, but I kinda like you. A lot. Like, really like you,” his words half-laughing, half-serious.

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. “Mhm, really? I couldn't tell...” you replied, your voice just as soft. “You think we'll break the internet?”

Dominic laughed, his nerves finally dissipating. “Probably. But I don’t care. I want everyone to know.”

“Thank god,” you said, kissing him again. “So do I."

Dominic let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his lips curving into a grin that reached his eyes.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his heart beating a little easier now.

In that moment, words felt unnecessary. The quiet, the warmth between you, the unspoken understanding—it was enough. For the first time, Dominic wasn’t overthinking. He wasn’t worried about what came next.

With you in his arms, everything felt like it was exactly as it should be.

[skateordiebitch]

U are the realest one ever for keeping the Dom fics alive 🥲🤌🏻

ahhhh i try!!! expect a lot this week, i have so many requests to do. y'all are gonna eat for sure😝 <33