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UNFINISHED FEELINGS | Dominic Fike x reader - PART 10

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PART 10

He hesitated for a second, like he was still deciding how much he was willing to say.

“How do you think it feels,” he said quietly, “to see the face of the person you loved more than anything… in a crowd?”

Your chest tightened slightly at the way he said it. 

“I was so fucking happy to see you, and I could tell… you didn’t feel that way at all.”

You held his gaze, even if it stung.

“I can’t blame you for that. I know what I did. I know how I left things. But I didn’t expect it to feel like that. Like you couldn’t even stand looking at me. To then hearing you had someone… someone who could give you this stability…” he continued, a faint tension creeping into his voice,

“that messed me up more than I thought it would. I’ve been clean for a long time but that night… I just wanted to not feel anything at all. So bad.”

A small pause followed.

“And that’s messed up, right? Because that’s exactly why I let you go in the first place.”

He fell silent again, like he was debating whether to go any further.

“The truth is…” he started, quieter now, stripped of any defense, “I never moved on. I can’t.”

The words settled between you, heavier than anything he had said before.

“I’ve tried,” he continued, a faint frustration slipping through as he shook his head slightly. “No matter who I meet, no matter how hard I try to just move forward… I always catch myself somehow thinking about you. I kept thinking it would get easier. That time would do what it’s supposed to do. But it didn’t"

His gaze held yours, unwavering now.

“And seeing you again just made that… painfully clear.”

For a second, everything in you went quiet.

Hearing him say it out loud did something you hadn’t expected. It slipped past all the defenses you had built so carefully over time. These were words you had once waited for, longed for even.  And now he was standing here, giving it to you like it hadn’t come too late.

It made your chest ache in a way that felt dangerously close to relief.

Because a part of you still recognized him. Still reacted to him. But right behind that feeling, came everything else.

The nights you spent trying to understand what you had done wrong. The way he left without giving you anything to hold onto. The emptiness that followed, heavy and confusing and so hard to shake. The slow, painful process of rebuilding yourself without him.

He was speaking now like he had never let you go.

But you remembered exactly how it felt when he did.

And that was the problem.

Because as much as his words pulled at something soft inside you, his actions had carved something much harder in its place.

So you stood there, caught in between two truths. One that still cared, maybe more than you wanted to admit. And one that refused to forget.

“But I don’t think it compares to hearing the person you love decide, just like that, that you’re no longer part of their life.”

The words landed exactly where you meant them to. You saw it in the way his shoulders lowered slightly, in the slow breath he let out as if it had been stuck there longer than he wanted to admit.

"I guess what I’m trying to say is…” he hesitated briefly, “If you’ve found someone… if you’re happy, then I’m happy for you. Really.”

He stepped closer then. Not enough to close the distance entirely, but enough that you felt it immediately, that quiet, familiar pull that hadn’t disappeared no matter how much time had passed. It had been a long time since you stood like this, facing each other. It felt like something your body remembered before your mind could catch up, something that settled into place far too easily.

His eyes searched yours, more intent now. “But you have to understand what I’m trying to say here,” he continued, his voice gaining a little firmness again.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. The words were there somewhere, but they refused to come out.

“If you want to move on with someone else, I’ll accept that,” he said. “I will. I’ll figure it out. I’ll move on eventually, and I won’t stand in your way.” He paused briefly, “But if there’s even the slightest chance… if there’s even a part of you that could forgive me, that still feels something…”

He didn’t look away.

“You need to tell me. Be clear with me. Because I can’t walk away from this. Not if that chance exists.”

The weight of it settled between you, pressing in from all sides. And the worst part was that you didn’t want to hesitate. A part of you already knew what you wanted to say. You could feel it, just beneath the surface, ready to come through. But when you opened your mouth, nothing came. The silence stretched, thin and fragile, until he filled it again.

“I know it’s not just fixed,” he said more softly, his voice losing that edge, something more vulnerable slipping through instead. “I know it doesn’t suddenly go back to what it was. But if you let me… I want a second chance. I want to try again.”

He just looked at you then, like he was waiting for something to shift, for you to meet him halfway, for anything that could break the silence that had settled too heavily between you.

“Say something,” he murmured, his voice lower now.

You wanted to. You really did. “I…” The word barely made it past your lips before everything else got stuck, tangled somewhere between your chest and your throat, impossible to untangle.

So instead, you moved.

It wasn’t a conscious decision, not really. Your hand brushed lightly against his, the contact barely there, but enough to make him still instantly. “Y/N…” Your name came out softer this time, careful, like he didn’t want to push you too far.

You looked up at him then, suddenly aware of how little space there was left between you. Close enough to feel the warmth of him, the restraint in the way he held himself back. He didn’t move closer, and somehow that made it harder, or maybe easier. Your eyes dropped, just for a second, to his lips, and something in you gave in.

Before you could think it through, before you could stop yourself, you closed the distance and kissed him.

For a split second, he froze, caught off guard by the suddenness of it, and then he responded. His hand moved to your arm, steady but careful, like he was holding himself back from doing too much, too fast, like he understood that this moment mattered more than anything else. The kiss deepened slowly, not rushed, not desperate, just searching, like both of you were trying to understand what this was now, what it could become.

Your fingers curled lightly into the fabric of his shirt, grounding yourself in something real, something you could hold onto. After a moment, you pulled back just enough to breathe, your forehead nearly brushing his. His gaze stayed on you, searching, like he was trying to understand what you had just given him.

“Does it mean you’re willing to try?” he asked quietly. “Or was that just… a moment?”

There was no pressure in his voice, but you could hear it underneath anyway, real and impossible to ignore.

You swallowed softly. “It wasn’t just a moment,” you said. It was something you wanted to do all along, you thought to yourself.

“But that doesn’t mean everything’s suddenly okay either.”

He nodded immediately, like he had expected that. “I know,” he said. “ I’m just asking… if there’s something still there.”

Your gaze dropped for a second before finding his again.

“There is,” you admitted.

This time, the smile did reach his eyes.

“Okay,” he said softly, almost like he was grounding himself in that answer. “That’s enough”

For a moment, everything stilled again. Like the world had paused just long enough for you to catch your breath. But it didn’t last.

“Yo, Dom,” Alex’s voice cut through the quiet as he stepped outside. “What’s taking so long?”

Dominic ran a hand over the back of his neck, a small pause betraying him before he answered. “We were… talking.”

Alex’s gaze moved between the two of you, quick but sharp, like he was picking up on something without needing it explained. A faint smirk appeared on his face, subtle but telling.

“Yeah,” he said under his breath, not entirely convinced. “That’s what I figured.”

His attention lingered for a moment before shifting back to Dominic. “Nicole’s asking where you are.”

The words settled heavier than they should have.

For a split second, something tightened in Dominic’s expression, but he masked it just as quickly. He gave a small nod. “I’ll be there in a second.”

Alex glanced at you again, his tone softening slightly. “You can still join us for dinner, Y/N.”

The offer hung in the air, but the thought of going back inside now made everything feel ten times more uncomfortable than it already was.

“Thanks, but I’m still gonna go” you said, offering a small smile.

He nodded. “Next time then. Drive safe.”

And just like that, he disappeared back inside.

The door closed behind him, leaving the two of you in a quieter kind of silence.

You shifted slightly, your fingers tightening around your keys.

“I should probably go now,” you said.

For a moment, it looked like Dominic was about to say something, like the words were right there, ready to stop you.

But they didn’t come.

Something in his expression shifted instead, a quiet hesitation, a flicker of something that made it clear he didn’t want you to leave. Still, he didn’t try to stop you.

He just nodded, slower this time, like he understood… even if he wished it was different.

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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)

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UNFINISHED FEELINGS | Dominic Fike x reader - PART 5

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PART 5

Instead of answering, your gaze dropped to your wrist almost instinctively, like you needed something to steady yourself. The time blinked back at you, grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed.

“I should probably head back,” you said softly.

“Or…” he began, a lighter note slipping into his voice, “you could just bring them here.”

You looked up at him, slightly caught off guard.

“Your friends,” he clarified, a small, teasing smirk forming. “Didn’t you say they were excited for the show?” He shrugged casually. “I could say hi…"

You let out a small breath, your gaze dropping again.

“Lisa would love that,” you admitted.

You could already picture it, the way she’d light up, how she’d talk about it for weeks. For her, this would be a story. A moment. Something fun.

But for you, it wasn’t that simple. You shook your head slightly.

“They’d ask questions.” Your eyes met his again. “A lot of them.” You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. “And I don’t think I’m ready for that conversation. Not tonight.”

“Then don’t,” he said simply.

You frowned. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t explain everything,” he replied, shrugging lightly, like it was obvious. “Just say we know each other from school but you weren’t sure I’d recognize you.”

You studied him, unsure whether to laugh or question it.

“I get that I might have made things complicated for you today,” he continued more. He hesitated, choosing his words more carefully this time.

“I guess I just wanna know… ,” he said, his voice softer. “.. What your life looks like now.”

His eyes stayed on yours, steady, searching.

“Nothing more.”

You held his gaze for a moment longer, weighing everything.

Then you nodded.

“Okay.”

A few minutes later, you were walking back through the crowd, your heart still unsettled. The music had picked up again, people moving, laughing, completely unaware of what had just happened behind the scenes.

Lisa spotted you almost immediately.

“Finally!” she said, grabbing your arm.

“He asked if you guys wanted to come meet him.”

“Oh my god,” Lisa breathed, already pulling you closer. “Are you serious?”

You nodded, trying to ignore the way your chest tightened again.

Drew stood next to you, quieter now, his eyes fixed on you. “You okay?” he asked softly, just for you.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry I didn’t tell you about him earlier.”

He studied your face for a moment, clearly trying to make sense of everything.

“I’m just a bit confused,” he admitted. “Why didn’t you just say that you knew him?”

You hesitated, then let out a small breath.

“I know him from a really long time ago,” you said, keeping your tone light. “Like… I knew him as a troubled kid way before all of this.” You gestured around you. “I didn’t even know if he’d recognize me,” you added. Clearly lying. 

A small, slightly awkward laugh escaped you, more to cover the discomfort than anything else. Not long after, you were leading them back.

Lisa was practically vibrating beside you. “I can’t believe this,” she whispered.

When you stepped backstage, he was already there. Waiting. His eyes went to you first. Then to them. Lisa didn’t hesitate.

“Hi!” she said, stepping forward, her excitement impossible to hide. “I’m Lisa, BIG fan, by the way.”

You almost smiled at how predictable that was.

Dominic smiled back easily, giving her a small hug. “Hey. Nice to meet you.”

Drew stayed slightly behind at first, then stepped forward and offered his hand.

“Drew,” he said simply.

Dominic shook it, his grip firm but controlled. “Dominic.”

For a moment, the two of them just looked at each other. Then Dominic’s gaze shifted. Back to you. Then to Drew again. Like he was waiting. Waiting for something to be said. Something that made sense of what he was seeing. But nothing came.

And when it didn’t, he filled the silence himself.

“So, I take it that this is… the…” he started, hesitating slightly, his eyes flicking between you both. “Boyfriend?”

The word hung in the air. Your stomach tightened instantly feeling all of their eyes on me. 

But it wasn’t that simple. You and Drew had never labeled anything. There had never been a moment where you defined it, never a conversation where you made it official. You saw each other. You went out, shared moments that felt real. You slept together. Had dinners. Spent time. But he didn’t stay over every night. You didn’t introduce him as your boyfriend. And he had never called you his girlfriend.

The silence stretched a second too long.

And then, “Yeah.” Drew’s voice cut through it, calm and certain. “That’s me,” he added, his hand still lightly resting against yours. “Her boyfriend.”

All of sudden Lisa burst out laughing “Good one, guys.”, her head snapping toward you, eyes wide with surprise. “Wait… really?”

Her gaze moved between you and Drew, trying to catch up with something she clearly hadn’t been told. “Since when?” she asked, half-laughing, half-confused. “Why am I only hearing this now?”

Drew let out a small breath beside you, a hint of tension slipping through. “What do you mean, since when?” he asked, glancing at her. “Like you didn’t know.”

You couldn’t even be mad. That was just how Lisa was. She said whatever came to mind, without filtering it first, without reading the room.

Drew gave a small shrug, though there was a slight edge to his tone. “Anyways,” he said. Then, after a brief pause, he glanced at you. “But how do you two know each other again? I don’t think you ever mentioned him.”

You opened your mouth to answer, but Dominic was quicker.

“We went to high school together,” he said easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I saw her in the crowd and recognized her.”

You blinked for a second, caught off guard by how smoothly it came out.

“I asked her to come backstage to.., you know, to see how she’s doing.”

His tone was casual, easy, but there was something underneath it that only you seemed to notice.

“She said she was here with friends,” he continued, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “So I figured I’d see what kind of people she’s surrounding herself with now.”

“Why, were you two friends back then or something?” Drew asked, his tone edged with quiet judgment.

There was a brief pause. Then Dominic let out a short, dry laugh.

“Yeah,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. “We were the bestest friends.” He didn’t look at you when he said it. “Until I got arrested, you know,” he added casually, “And had to go to jail for a bit.” 

“Oh, is he the troubled kid you talked about?” Drew said, glancing at you while subtly pointing toward Dominic.

What. the. fuck. Drew.

Your eyes widened just slightly, your heart dropping as you felt the tension snap tighter in the air. You forced a small, awkward laugh, trying to smooth it over before it could land any harder than it already had. “Well… that’s not exactly how I said it,” you replied, your tone light but strained at the edges.

“I can’t really picture you hanging out with… people like that,” Drew continued, his tone laced with judgment.

You weren’t even sure when it shifted. One moment it was a simple introduction, the next it felt like something else entirely. Like a switch had flipped. Like there was something unspoken hanging between them.

As if they were both trying to prove a point.

You could feel the tension building, tightening with every second.

Before you could say anything, Dominic let out a quiet breath, his gaze still on Drew.

“I’m pretty sure she wasn’t the same back then as she is now,” he said calmly. “Just like I’m sure you didn’t meet the same version of her that I did.”

Lisa clapped her hands lightly, stepping in before the silence could stretch any further.

“Okayyy,” she said, forcing a bright smile as she looked between all of you. “We love a good life changing change, I guess. How about we take a picture and then get something to drink?” Her tone was light, almost exaggerated, but it worked. Just enough.

She turned toward Dominic, already pulling out her phone. “I mean, I’m not leaving without at a picture, sorry.”

Drew let out a small breath beside you, glancing between the three of you before stepping back slightly.

“I’m gonna go ahead and join the others,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets. “You guys take your pictures, I’ll wait at the bar.”

You looked at him for a second, a small nod following. “Okay.”

He gave you a quick, almost reassuring smile before turning and walking off, disappearing into the crowd without making it a big moment.

“Here, let me. I’ll take the picture” you said, pulling out your phone. 

They stepped closer together, Lisa immediately slipping into position

“that’s good,” you replied, holding up your phone. You took a few shots, one after the other. “Got it,” you said.

“Can I also have a selfie?” she asked. Dominic didn’t mind.

He leaned in just enough, relaxed, used to it, as she snapped a few pictures, checking them immediately after.

“Okay, these are cute,” she said, clearly satisfied.

Then she turned toward you, her expression shifting into something a little more teasing.

“Your turn.”

Your gaze flickered to Dominic for a brief moment. He was already looking at you. Not saying anything. Just waiting.

“Okay,” you muttered softly as you stepped forward. Dominic slipped his arm around your shoulders, just like he had with Lisa, but this time he leaned in a little closer, his head brushing gently against yours.

Lisa raised your phone, squinting slightly as she framed the shot.

“Alright… cute, Uhu.. cute…”

She stopped. Her expression shifted immediately.

“Y/N,” she said, lowering the phone a little, “I love you, but the way you’re standing right now… is not it.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

She gestured vaguely with her free hand. “You look like you’re posing for a school ID picture. Loosen up.”

You let out a small, embarrassed laugh, shifting your weight slightly. “Okay, rude.”

Dominic let out a quiet laugh beside you, shaking his head slightly.

“I like this one,” he said, nodding toward Lisa. “She’s funny.”

Lisa grinned instantly. “Thank you. Finally someone appreciates me.”

You rolled your eyes, but the tension eased just enough to make you relax a little.

Lisa raised your phone again. This time you turned more to Dominic. 

“Okay, reset. Relax your shoulders… yeah, like that. And maybe don’t look like you’re being held hostage?”

You rolled your eyes, but adjusted slightly, letting out a small breath.

“Better,” she nodded. “Much better.”

She snapped a few pictures in a row.

Then Dominic glanced between the two of you. “So… how do you guys actually know each other?”

Lisa didn’t hesitate.

“Work,” she said, like it was obvious. “We started on the same day, actually.”

You nodded. “Yeah, first day, same department.”

Dominic hummed softly, his curiosity lingering. “What do you guys do exactly?”

"We both work in business development. We basically focus on growth,” you explained. “Finding new opportunities, building partnerships, figuring out how the company can expand., things like that”

Dominic listened, his attention on you, following the conversation quietly, like he was trying to picture it. But before he could say anything, his brother Alex walked backstage. 

“No, way! Y/N?”

You turned toward the voice, surprised.

Dominic glanced between the two of you, a small smile forming as he stepped in. “Oh yeah,” he said, nodding toward Alex. “You remember my brother Alex, right?”

Alex was already walking closer, still looking at you like he was trying to place you back into a version of the past. “It’s been a while,” he said, a half-smile appearing, opening his arms for a hug. You didn’t hesitate. You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, the familiarity of it hitting you instantly, like no time had passed at all.

Dominic then shifted slightly, gesturing toward Lisa. “And this is Lisa.”

Lisa perked up instantly, stepping forward with her usual energy. “Hi! I’ve heard absolutely nothing about you, but nice to meet you, nevertheless.”

Alex laughed, shaking her hand. “That’s probably for the best.”

He glanced between the three of you, a familiar spark of mischief in his eyes. “We should go do something together” There was a small pause before he added, glancing at Dominic with a half-smirk, “You know… like old times.”

Then he huffed out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Or is that… weird?”

His eyes flicked between you and Dominic.

“Going for drinks with your ex?” he said, raising a brow at his brother.

Your eyes immediately shot to Lisa. Her reaction was instant. A sharp inhale, her hand flying to her chest as she looked between you and Dominic like everything had just clicked into place.

“Oh my god” she whispered, eyes wide. “Wait… wait, no way.”

You pressed your lips together, already knowing what was coming. 

The pieces were falling together in real time.

Lisa shook her head, half in disbelief, half in excitement. “That makes so much sense.”

I just imagine Lisa to be standing there like

Was this too long? Be honest 😭 I might’ve yapped a little

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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.

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