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DOUBLE NEGATIVE.

elliot is back, and is (very obviously) drawn to a certain dancer. “i was in the whip before i knew it”

elliot (euphoria) x fem (stripper) reader

a/n - WHERE IS ELLIOT IN S3? the question of the century so i tried my best to compensate ☹️ if u cant tell this is gonna b loosely based off s3 so far. this was lowk hard to write bc when i teased this yall got hype so i wanna serve w this but i may have had too much fun writing y/ns plot her life kinda juicy ok. i tried to interpret a req i got for jealous elliot. 💋💋 dm/comment to b on taglist. I HOPE U LOVEILOVEU (am i the first to make a s3 elliot fic on earth???)

there was no more space for you at home. no more space for you in your hometown. too much partying, drinking, dancing, having fun. they just don’t get it. what the fuck else are your twenties for?

but the silver slipper had space for you.

walking through a dusty california highway, sneakers scuffing against the dry and cracked pavement, the warm desert air tangling in your hair. you had gotten in a big, bad fight with your parents, they were complaining about your work ethic, your future, and other bullshit. they must’ve had enough, because now you had to hitchhike. 

mascara was stinging your eyes and tears made it hard to see, and you kept wiping it with the back of your hand, probably making it worse, but you were no pussy so you kept walking. that’s when a car slowed down beside you. 

alamo’s car.

he let you in the passenger seat without much question. the girls in the back were beautiful, beaded bras glittering from the sun and sharp graphic liner adorning their eyes. they gently fixed your makeup and hair. by the time you arrived at the silver slipper, you felt like yourself again. maybe even a bit better.

and you aren’t stupid. you knew how this looked, but it pays well, gets you free makeup products, pretty outfits, and you always wanted to learn how to throw it back and really dance anyway. 

you were the type to find the good in most things, to smile first and ask questions later. you turned a blind eye to the parts of the job that felt a little too flawed, because the parts that weren’t, you found fun. the music, the lights, and when you actually got to keep your bikini on. you could get paid more if you did special favours, but you could just settle for taking your top off, for now.

a lof of the girls were supportive, surprisingly. they taught you how to give a lap dance, the customers who pay a lot for a little, and the ones who pay a little for a lot. you would do each other’s hair and makeup. the dressing room was always the best part. since you were still learning, some nights you danced and some nights you served drinks, which you didn’t mind.

they kinda saw you as the baby of the group, because you could be a bit slow to things and situations. oblivious, even.

alamo liked it about you. the customers liked it even more.

usually by the end of the night, all the girls would be quiet, tired, a little drunk, and a little high. it was just routine at this point. 

you weren’t the newest for long though, because a week after you came, rue started working at the club. she was cool, chill. kept things somewhat organized in the dressing room. you talked to her quite a bit as the both of you kept interacting.

you conversed with her because you were lonely, rue conversed with you because she was lonely. she also thought you were attractive, which you never really picked up on. not in a way she did much with, but it was there. then again, rue found a lot of the girls here attractive. 

one night you were doing your lashes in the mirror, when rue walked in, duffel bag over one shoulder. “rue?” you said, recognizing her from when you overheard alamo talking about her. “yeah,” she nods at you, dropping the bag in the office beside the dressing room. “you’re the other new hire, huh?”

you shake your head with a smile. “i’m not that new anymore.” you say. 

she almost smiles back at you. “you’ve been here a week longer than me. barely.”

finishing up your makeup, you sit up and take your little robe off, hanging it neatly on the wall full of hooks with clothes draped on them. “nice meeting you, rue.” you say, smiling a cute smile at her, before walking away. rue’s eyes follow your frame, from your pink 6-inch pumps, up to your sparkly thong and matching bra.

after a long night, the dancers file into the office and receive their stacks of cash for the week. you smile kindly after receiving yours, tucking it safely into your bag. you had made a lot of money tonight, just from dancing and flirting, thankfully.

most of the girls had left now. you were sitting on the floor eating your favourite salt and vinegar chips that you buy from the vending machine almost daily, still in your sparkly bra and a pair of sweats because you really couldn’t be bothered with how tired you were right now.

rue came in to do her end of night check, making sure the customers hadn’t left anything behind, because if they did, whatever it was belonged to alamo now. she move around quietly for a bit and sat down next to you.

you offered her the bag, and she took a handful.

“customers weird tonight?” she said eventually.

“they’re always weird.” you tease, smiling at her. you weren’t lying though.

rue liked you. she thought you were sweet. always smiley and you made good money. there was one time, a new customer had walked in. not really throwing tips, not really buying any services. just lurking around you. you kept smiling because that’s the job, but you definitely noticed.

when you got to the back, rue was by the door, waiting for you. “you want me to get alamo to talk to that guy? he’s acting weird as fuck.”

you shake your head, looking up at rue reassuringly. “i’m fine.”

“that’s not what i asked.” rue says, standing there calmly, waiting. just ready. just in case.

“not yet.” you say.

rue nods, and you thank her.

but there was one day, one day where instead of leaving for the night, rue stayed. it had been a couple weeks since you had met her now, and you have moved your relationship status from aquaintances to friends. 

as you take off your makeup and settle into the couch that alamo lets you sleep on in the dressing room, you hear rue talking to someone. assuming its a client you shrug it off. you pull the blanket over your scantily clad body. you did not have many clothes, so you usually just slept in a sports bra and some mini shorts, which you had long since stopped feeling weird about.

you close your eyes and try to drown out the minimal noise of rue and whoever she is talking to. eventually, you fall asleep, your hair fanned out around your head and a sleepy pout on your lips. this sleep doesn’t last long, however. sounds of rue walking in the room and speaking in an urgent, hushed tone fill your ears, and you groggily push the blanket off your face and blink slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim neon lights. 

as your vision comes to focus, you can see rue smoking as she is talking to a boy with curly hair, and grown out frosted tips. he is wearing brown baggy jeans and a beige graphic tee. he makes eye contact with your bleary, puffy eyes, and pouted lips from lack of sleep. the boy points at you and rue looks over, her eyes widening.

“oh shit, i completely forgot you sleep here y/n.” she says, as you sit up, letting the blanket fall.

you give her a bright smile despite your sleepiness, shaking your head. “it’s okay rue, who is this?”

rue smiles back at you. “thanks cutie. this is elliot. he’s a- i know him from high school.” she says, gesturing to the boy whos mouth is agape beside her.

you nod and focus your gaze to elliot. “hi, i’m y/n. i work here with rue.” you pause, then strangely feel the need to clarify. “well, not with her, i don’t do what she does. i dance here.” another pause from you. “which probably sounds worse. i’m a dancer. that’s my job.” you stop yourself before you can make it any more of a thing.

elliot blinks at you. then slowly, he smiled at you.

rue presses her lips together, making a trying not to laugh face as she looks down at her cigarette. “you’re good,” elliot said finally. “i got it.”

“okay.” you said. you then feel like you should be doing something with your hands, so you reach down at the bag of chips that you were snacking on earlier and held it out towards them. “you want some?”

rue made a noise that sounded like a laugh horribly disguised as a cough. but you don’t notice. typical.

elliot looks at rue, then back at you, his smile never disappearing. “yeah, sure.” he took a few strides and arrived at your couch and took a few chips, before sitting down on the floor and leaning against the couch.

rue stayed sedentary in her position on you couch opposite you, one leg thrown over the arm of it as she blows smoke lazily upwards towards the ceiling. her expression found you and elliot’s interactions very entertaining.

you chat with elliot for a little while. small talk. you have always been really good at small talk. could be because you are pretty outgoing, or because you don’t realize when someone is sick of your yapping. even though you loved to talk, you weren’t annoying about it. you only say things you care to say.

elliot listened to you more than he spoke, which you didn’t mind. maybe he was tired, as you were as well. you are used to filling space, and he seemed comfortable letting you.

at some point you got quieter, and your eyes grew heavier.

“she’s fallin’ asleep,” elliot says quietly, looking up at rue.

“she does that,” rue says. “she’s out in like, two minutes when she gets tired.”

you force your eyes back open just to prove a point. “i’m not asleep.”

“you just said you saw a cat walking on the road alone and you wanted to rescue it and then just stopped talking.” rue said. “i do.” you murmur, as you pull the blanket back up your body. your eyes quickly shut again, your lashes splaying against your cheeks.

elliot’s big brown eyes watched you with curiosity.

“cute.” rue says simply as she stubs out her cigarette. elliot doesn’t respond. he just took one more look at you, then pushed himself off the floor and followed rue out the door.

as rue and elliot finally get outside, they are hit with a gust of the warm, dry california air, as the sun was almost up. the two of them lean against the wall, sharing the cigarette. it almost felt like high school all over again. 

“okay so jules-” rue starts.

“how long has she worked there??”

rue looks at elliot, confused. “what?”

“y/n,” he said, gesturing his hands like it was obvious. “how long has she been at the silver slipper.”

rue stares at him, dumbfounded. “like, three weeks. elliot this is important. i was literally just about to-”

“does she always sleep there? like that’s her uh… situation?”

“i mean, yeah, for now probably.” rue took a long drag. “alamo lets her use the couch. she has her little setup with a lamp and her damn-”

“chips?”

“the chips, yeah. she likes those ones a lot.”  rue tilts her head at elliot. “why are you so-”

“jus’ asking.” he shrugs, taking the cigarette from in between rues fingers.

“you’re asking a lot.”

elliot shoves his hands in his pockets and gives the cigarette back to rue. “so she just walked in off the highway and started working here?” 

rue sighs. “from what she tells me, basically yeah. alamo picked her up, and now she’s here. she acts like it’s the best thing that ever happened to her.”

“does she mean it?”

rue shrugs. “i think she actually might. that’s just kinda how she is i guess. anyways, jules has been-” “do you think y/n will-” rue turned to look at him with an exasperated expression. “elliot.” 

his eyes go wide. “what.”

“i’m trying to tell you something like, really fuckin’ important.”

“i know… i’m listening.”

“bullshit.”

he was quiet for a second, then opened his mouth again. “does she always ramble like that? like the thing about the dancing and clarifying ‘n shit?”

rue closed her eyes for a second. “yes. she used to do that to customers until she realized they weren’t listening, they were just staring at her tits.” elliot laughed for a second, and then rue pointed a finger in his face. “you like her.” 

“i just met her.”

“she was literally half asleep and you were basically drooling on her.”

“she’s uh, interesting?”

rue stares at elliot for a long moment. then stubbed out the cigarette. “jules.” she says firmly. “we are talking about jules now.” elliot nods.

he came back three days later.

rue invited him, and put his ass to work. alamo wanted her to move a few things around, and no way she was doing that on her own, and since she knew elliot was fond of seeing his favourite dancer, she knew he’d have no problem with helping out.

and he didn’t.

as elliot was walking by he saw that you were sitting at one of the mirrors in your robe, carefully gluing rhinestones near your eyes with a tiny brush, your tongue poking out the corner of your mouth in concentration.

he stopped walking. “hey!” you smile at his reflection in the mirror. “you came back.” you say, as he grins at you. “yeah, rue needed some help. and i wanted to talk to you again.” he sits next to you.

you end up almost being late for your set as you talk to him. the two of you always get lost in conversation. he asks, you talk, he listens. “good luck, beautiful.” he teases, as you drop your robe and walk out to the main area.

he kept coming back. always ending up near you. you were sitting in the dressing area one night, in your robe, telling him about how you kept slipping on your heels this week.

 “i almost didn’t slip yesterday.” you say proudly. 

he looked down at you, smiling. “almost.”

“i mean, its progress.” 

“sure.” his smile gets wider. “you gonna show me sometime?”

your cheeks started to burn up. “maybe when i stop slipping.”

“i don’t mind if you slip.” he responds, reaching in his pocket and putting a cigarette in your mouth, before lighting it for you.

about an hour later, you got back into the main area, walking around in a baby pink shimmery bikini, and white heels, working the floor. 

elliot was setting some bottles in the bar from a box with rue, with a direct sightline to where you were standing, laughing at something a regular whispered in your ear, your hand on his arm as you sit in his lap.

rue noticed elliot staring, and rolled her eyes playfully, nudging him with her arm. “that’s a regular, danny. he’s got a boat. he tips well, but she thinks he’s boring.” rue says as elliot set down the bottle of casamigos he was holding. “i didn’t say anything.” he says. opening up another box of liquor, rue shakes her head. “you’re too obvious, man.”

the night that followed was like any other for you. dances, tips, drinks, talking with rue and elliot. eventually, the music stopped like it always did.

it was around six a.m. and you were dead asleep on your couch. your hair tousled everywhere, and a blanket half on you.

the door creaked open.

elliot stood still in the doorway for a second, his eyes adjusting to the soft purple glow of the dressing room lights. he had driven past the silver slipper a few times before actually pulling in. rue had asked him to drop something off because she was busy with jules, which was technically true, except rue had said whenever and it was six in the morning.

he set a paper bag down on the vanity quietly, and carefully. then he turned to look at you.

you never left. that’s what had been in the back of elliot’s mind for the past week. you had been here for weeks, and had everything you needed here. elliot kept thinking about it. the whole world you existed in consisted of the couch, the vending machine chips, the hair, makeup, all of it was inside this club.

he hadn’t planned this. he just found himself at a mcdonald’s drive thru early in the morning. a soft sound suddenly came from your mouth, like a yawn.

you blinked, slowly and tiredly, the way you always were when you woke up. your eyes drifted over to him. “elliot?” 

“hey.” he said, casually.

you propped yourself up on an elbow. “where’s rue?”

“not here.” 

you looked around, as if rue was hiding in the fucking walls or something. “you came without rue?”

he shrugs. “yeah.”

you stare at him, before moving your gaze to the paper bag on the vanity. “what’s in the bag?”

“food.” he responds. at this, you sat all the way up, your blanket falling to your lap. your hair was a mess, with fallen out curls and hairspray, and makeup mostly off. “you brought me food?”

“i brought food,” he says. “you can have some if you want.”

you smiled at him, and he smiled right back. “okay.” you said softly as he picks up the paper bag. “here, lets eat in my car. you need to get out of here for a bit.”

his car smells like him. warm, a little cologne-ey and weed. the two of you were sat in the back seat, and you had the paper bag in your lap and the window open. “i don’t have shoes on.” you say, realizing your sleepy mistake.

elliot glanced down at your bare feet and laughs. “i noticed.” you sigh. “i forgot.” elliot shakes his head. “it’s six a.m. s’fine.”

you shrug and open the bag, feeding yourself a few fries. you offered them to elliot first, like you offered the chips.

the two of you sat there, eating quietly and watching the occasional car drive by. “so,” elliot starts. “when’d you last leave here? like, to actually go somewhere.”

you think for a second. “i went to the gas station. last week, i think.” he stares at you, so you clarify. “the one down the road.” 

elliot nods slowly, looking out the window. “that’s what i thought.” you look at him confused, and defensive. “it’s not a big deal,” you said. “i have everything i need here.” 

“vending machine chips.” elliot teases. “they have like six options.” you say seriously. “and the salt and vinegar ones are-” 

“i know, i know.” he said, and he was smiling. he found this very cute. “the best ones.” he finishes. “yeah!” you confirm with a smile of your own.

the bag was pretty much empty now. you had eaten more than him, which he took as a good thing. you twirl your hair in between your fingers as you crumple up the bag, and then notice elliot looking at you. 

“what.” 

“nothin’” he says, smiling.

the two of you were close enough that you could see him very clearly. his curls, his features, and the way he was looking at you. like he could be anywhere else doing god knows what but he was choosing to spend his time here. with you. the pretty dancer from rue’s work.

“elliot,” 

“yeah.” 

he patiently waits for you to finish your sentence but you weren’t fully sure what you wanted to say. his eyes dropped down to your mouth, then slowly back up again. he didn’t move closer, he didn’t want to push it. just waited.

when you closed the distance, it was soft at first. barely there, even. your mouth found his, and his hand slowly came up to your jaw, and rested there. you pressed in a little more and felt him pull you a bit closer. when you pulled back, you were even closer than before.

as your lips curve into a smile, he kisses you again. his other hand was now on your waist, and you moved closer. he kissed you slow and intimate, which made you feel warm all the way down your body. the two of you pulled away after along while, your lips wet and cheeks flush

“you’re really pretty, y/n.” he mumbled, unable to wipe the smile off his face. “you’re really obvious.” you mumble back. he scoffs against your lips. “rue said the same shit.”

you grabbed the empty bag and pushed the door open, your bare feet on the concrete. “thanks for breakfast.” you grin at elliot. “anytime.” he replies, grabbing a pre roll from his glove box and lighting it as you walked away. you didn’t look back, but you were grinning the whole way.

later that night, men filed in for the evening rush. you spot elliot walking around with rue, probably doing something for alamo. you were up on the pole, one leg hooked on it and your feet pointed. the pink and orange lights caught the shimmer on your tiny silver bra. your hair was down and curled, and your heels added a good six inches to your height.

your eyes had found elliot automatically at this point, now used to the sight of him. he and rue were now standing by alamo. rue was doing all the talking, and he was pretending to listen with his arms crossed, but he was watching you. you blew him a kiss, and he grinned lazily, as rue nudged him harshly.

the corridor was cool compared to the heat of the coloured lights onstage. you were walking slowly back to the dressing room, catching your breath. a warm hand wrapped itself around your wrist, and you grinned already knowing who it was.

elliot took you in up close, clearly loving today’s getup. "you’re my favourite dancer.” is what he said quietly before he kissed you.

it was a very different kiss than the car. no patience. his hands were on you immediately, and your fingers were gripping at his shirt, kissing him back. he walked you back until your shoulders made contact with the wall behind you, as you arched into him.

his hands move quickly and firmly. you relished in his touch and the feeling of his lips on yours, as well as the slight taste of weed on his tongue when it came in contact with yours. his fingers were moving nimbly and slipped in your bra, and then the door opened.

rue stood there holding a white bag in one hand as she took in the sight before her. you against the wall, and elliot’s head dropping to your shoulder as he tried his best not to laugh. your eyes are wide, resembling a deer almost getting hit by a fucking car. “rue-” elliot starts.

“it’s fine elliot. just-” her eyes fall to his hand pressed on your tit. “if you guys are gonna fuck, just go to your car.”

she walks back through where she came from, and elliot is grinning. he kisses your jaw before stepping back from against you, and already tugging your hand towards the back exit to the parking lot.

a/n - lmk thoughtssss my inbox is dry go ask questions or req or sum bye bye <33

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My Best Friend's Brother

Dominic Fike X Fem!Reader

req by: @nananysworld hope it lived to your expectations boo 🥹

summary : you and alex had been friends for awhile, you've seen media about his brother, heard some of his music—but you had never thought you'd ever meet the guy nevertheless catch his attention . until one trip that changed everything. for better or worse—that couldn't be decided.

content : smut (OBVIOUSLY!?), lowercase writing (me lazy), some errors (this is not proofread, i'll do it when i feel like it.)

author note : WHATS UP YOUTUBE AND IM BACK W ANOTHER BANGERRRRRRR. seen some requests for this so yea. anyways hoped it lived to your guys expectations. also just realized i haven't uploaded a oneshot since january. sorry guys. 🤧 i've been so tunnel vision on writing guitar girl so sorry about that. i did not forget about the tumblr community. anyways ENJOY !!!!!

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summer had always been the time to be alive. the hot beaming sun on your skin. the hot breeze feeling like a million kisses as you'd speed down the florida streets in your convertible.

this summer you didn't have much planned. no modeling gigs of the sort, and instead you had decided to spend time with your best friend alex fike.

the two of you met on set for a gig, something small at the time. a name that had no presence, but something was better than nothing for the both of you. which was something the two of you initially bonded over , quiet laughter and incidents that later turned into inside jokes between you both.

you knew enough about alex, he had a son, a girlfriend, a sister brothers. he'd speak of them, and the stories of them all. someone who had stood out among of his siblings was dominic.

his name sounded familiar, he had been a music artist blowing up on the scene. you heard some of his songs. you'd never think you'd be the friend of someone famous. not that you cared anyways. you never met the man. and you weren't planning on it anyways.

as you began making your way towards your friend's airbnb to which he united you to stay at for a few days, alongside some other friends.

pulling up you shut the car off and got out walking towards the trunk to grab your bags. you began making your way to the front door. the music already spilling from the house. you knocked on the door, bouncing on the balls of your sandal covered feet. alex had invited you over for some sort of get-together party thing.

after a few seconds the door opened, and your breath hitched for a split second—the man had been tall, tan skinned marred with tattoos covering his shirtless chest, he had large eyes, an apple tattoo decorated the area below his eye—and his hair. curly and wild in a way that seemed intentional while also unintentional. and you then realized it was alex's brother , dominic. the man the myth, the legend himself.

during your not so obvious display of checking him out, you realized he had been doing the same. his eyes carefully dragged down your form, you began feeling embarrassed as your face heated up.

"and who are you?" suddenly his husky voiced asked—breaking your trance.

"oh, i'm y/n—one of alex's friends." you answered with a small smile hoping to sound polite, and not embarrass yourself further.

"y/n? it fits you." he said with a slight smirk. "come inside, alex's been drunk off his ass asking for you anyways." he responded with a smile. he opened the door wider for you to walk in as you brushed past him, his body heat and cologne permeating off him.

keep your cool girl. you kept repeating to yourself. so what he was like famous and sexy, you weren't there for him. you were there for fun and your friend.

"you need help with your bags? i'll take them up to one of the rooms, of course if you want." he asked closing the door.

"oh you don't have to, they're quite heavy." you said hoping not to get in the way of him having his own fun as well.

"nonsense, what would i look like letting a gorgeous woman carry her own bags?" he said smiling taking the bags from you walking towards the hallway, signaling for you to follow along.

"well okay then..." you said dumbfoundedly as you scurried towards him as he began walking up the stairs.

you guys walked up the stairs and down the hall, till he found a empty room for you, he then used his to push it open, leading to a cute and cozy room. as you stood by the door looking around the room.

"and here is your room. enjoy." he said, walking further into the room placing the bags down gently turning around his eyes lingering on yours with a lopsided smile. you had been practically ogling him the entire time he was being your bags up, so it was only somewhat fair he could too.

he then began walking out the door. you looked around but suddenly felt bad when you realized he carried your heavy ass bags all the way up here—and definitely not because you want to see his face again.

you then followed him into the hallway yelling out. "wait! is there anything i can do to like pay you back? i'd feel bad if i didn't." you said catching up to him.

"maybe we could go by the beach and have a drink together? i'd like that. you really don't have to pay me or anything like that." he responded scratching his neck.

"alright fine by me, but first i should say hi to alex. let's go." you said.

you followed behind him towards the back of the house towards the pool, the music slightly quieter out there, and further beyond that was the sand leading towards the beach. the sky had been swirling with orange, pink and yellow, signifying the almost end of the summer day.

"it's so beautiful out here." you said, your voice a few octaves higher than a whisper.

"i know right." dominic then said looking back with a grin.

he led you to a more intimate area of the beach where alex was, with his girlfriend and some of your guy's friends. you began running over, the sand has began sticking to your feet until you decided to just toss your sandals.

you made your way there, and greeted your best friend. "hey alex!" you said smiling hugging him. you let go and immediately hugged his girlfriend "hi madison!" you said excitedly.

you exchanged greetings with everyone, the vibe of everyone chill and warm akin to the weather. dominic had finally made his way over, since you made the decision to run.

"it seems you met my brother." alex then said drunkenly patting the taller brother on the shoulder. as you felt dominic's eyes meet your form, once again igniting your being on fire. or maybe it was hot—you honestly could not tell the difference.

you giggled. "i have, he's really really sweet" you said looking at dominic straight in the eyes.

"sweet you say..." alex said looking at dominic. "sweet is the last word i'd use for this felon." alex laughed slurring his words at his own joke.

"and it seems you have had too much to drink." madison cut in walking over dragging alex towards the ice cooler grabbing a water for him.

"ignore him" dominic said sitting on the blanket, as he patted the seat next to him.

you sat down fast, pulling your knees to your chest.

"i can never get used to this view." you said looking towards the coastline as you felt his eyes on the side of your face.

"damn right." he grinned as you met his eyes.

"where's the drinks? i have a debt to pay." you laughed.

"yeah yeah, i'll grab them, you like beer right?" he asked standing up.

"i'm fine with whatever." you said looking off into the water.

moments later he came back with a bottle , as he handed the unopened one to you, he took a swig of his as he sat down.

"florida is so different but so similar to cali. it's so weird, well besides the animals. but still." you said taking a drink from your bottle.

"i'd say the people in california can be compared to the animals here." he snorted.

"okay but people wise we can't be worse than philly or new york, i digress."

"oh come on, california is filled with a bunch of snobs and wannabes."

"while you aren't incorrect, sometimes you actually have to take the time to know some people, not everyone is that bad there. you're literally speaking to a bay area native right now."

"nah you seem different anyways.."

"and what do you mean by different? that seems so corny." you snorted toying with the curlyheaded man.

"oh my gosh, i mean you don't seem like the typical californian." he responded exasperatedly.

the time began to past by, almost everyone had left the beach until it was just you and dominic. the two of you had been there speaking, and trading laughs and stories. it had only felt like you two had been sat there for minutes which in reality it had been hours, which was confirmed by the sky. the sun had been setting as the sky was now colored with the slighted bit of yellow.

the two of you spoke and it felt like you had known each other for the longest instead of just mere hours. he seemed nothing like how the media portrayed him—it was refreshing.

the atmosphere had began gradually shifting from friendly to heated, as you both spoke with drifting eyes and small but lingering touches.

"you want to get in the water?" he asked, eyes low, slowly dragging down your body.

"i'm down." you said standing up, he waited for you as you slowly began taking your shorts leaving you in just your bikini bottoms.

"race you?" you asked looking up at him.

"bet, i'll give you a 5 second headstart." he said grinning.

he began counting down as you took off as fast as you could in the sand. and as he said 5 you looked behind you and could see he already been getting closer to you, and you sped up.

you got closer to the water, you felt a him speed past, into the water.

"not fair!" you yelled, chest heaving, as you walked into the water, until you both were almost chest to chest.

"if anything i should be saying that, i was the one who gave you a headstart." he said as he breathing began calming down, until the only thing you both could hear was the sound of your breathing. you both had just stood there with the water up to your chests—heatedly staring at each other under the night sky.

he began biting his lips, looking down at your own. and you returned the favor. looking from his eyes to his lips to everywhere. the energy from you too shifting into something tangible.

until you both couldn't stand it anymore he stepped closer. "can i?" he asked tipping your chin up.

you answered by softly placing your lips on his. the two of you stood there, your mouths moving in sync. he had his hands placed at your hips, as you're tugged at his hair on his nape.

you both kissed until it sped up, and tongue got involved. the kiss turned messy in seconds, as he pulled your tongue into his mouth, sucking hardly, making you whimper, and pull him closer.

it became a fight of lips until you began needing air. you broke the kiss, as you were breathing in air more harshly, as his hands began groping you everywhere he could.

"you wanna go someplace else?" he asked, his voice heavy with his own lust. and you just nodded—following him into the house, which had quieted down as everyone had fell asleep probably because of the alcohol running through their systems.

you both made it to your room. he closed your door, as you once again again resumed your heat filled kiss. you tiled your head at the kiss hoping to reach him deeper. until kissing didn't feel like enough.

you stopped the kiss, and as you stared down his foe brown eyes, you slowly untied your bikini top, the fabric dropping to the floor. you kept looking till you seen his eyes drop too. he looked at your breasts and licked his lips.

he then grabbed your neck once again crashing his lips onto yours, picking you up as you wrapped your legs around him. he walked over to the bed, as you sat atop of him.

his lips trailed lower onto your neck, biting, kissing and licking, making you moan and whimper, forgetting about the people downstairs.

"you're so beautiful y/n." he groaned at the sound of your moans. moving lower till his mouth caught one of your nipples, causing you to gasp and moan even louder.

"yeah?" you said pushing his head in closer. hoping to help with the burning heat. but it wasn't enough.

"so fucking beautiful." he retorted back reverting his attention back to your breasts. kissing them and licking more fervent. making you moan out louder till you covered your mouth.

"no, no i want to hear you." he said stopping as he began lowering you onto the bed. you could see him from above with his tattoos on display. you traced one on his abdomen, and he shuddered. and it awakened something in you.

"can i be on top?" you asked slowly looking up in his eyes.

"of course baby." he said smirking smugly flipping you both over. you were now sitting on his legs looking down on him as he had his head propped up slightly with the pillows.. you felt his hard dick pressing into your aching core the only thing covering you was your bikini bottoms and you shifted with a moan. he then grabbed the back of your neck putting your lips onto his once more in another bruising kiss.

you both kissed until you began kissing lower, pressing chaste kisses to his jaw and neck, enjoying the small whimpers that left his mouth, you trailed lower down his chest tasting him and salt from the water. until you were met with his swim shorts.

you looked up him, asking. and he nodded. you pulled down his shorts and boxers and you were met with his large and incredibly hard dick. you could see it was leaking and ready for you.

you looked at him once more in his eyes as his breath had stopped—braced for when you finally took him. so you slowly licked the tip and you heard him groan "fuck."

you took the entire head into your mouth, sucking a licking and you slowly jerked his base. and his groans and pleads became louder.

until you finally took him fully into your mouth. it hurt as his tip had hit the back of your throat. he jerked his hips up causing you to gag slightly. yet that did not deter you, and you began hollowing your cheeks, still gripping the parts you could not fully fit.

you licked and sucked you could until your jaw began hurting and you could feel he was almost there. "you're doing so good baby." he then said. and he placed his hand on the back of your head guiding you.

you continued till you couldn't anymore and he finally came with a final whimper. his essence released in thick spurts practically in your throat some escaping your mouth but what was left in your mouth—you swallowed it all. yet he had still been hard.

"holy shit." he huffed out. stroking your hair softly looking in your eyes.

"was it good?" you asked, eyes wide wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. as you sat up.

"more than good." he smiled with a small laugh.

he began rubbing on your thighs till he reached the strings of your bottoms.tugging them, but not yet untying them. you were sure he could feel the heat pouring off you. you needed him. something. anything.

you then pulled the strings yourself, releasing your core. and you looked at him as his eyes wandered. his hands went lower towards the place you wanted them. "can i touch you?" you pressed your lips together and you nodded fast. closed your eyes.

"no, look at me" he said suddenly as he sent a small slap to your burning and aching core—causing you to gasp but you obliged and looked at him.

he slid his fingers over your dripping core slowly making you whimper and buck your hips slightly. you were so wet you were he'd manage to slip in easily.

his fingers ghosted over your clit making your breath hitch. "you like that?" he asked even though he knew the answer.

"yes." you moaned out.

he then pressed a finger right onto your clit making you moan loudly than before. he proceeded to put on his attention there, stroking pressing and pinching there until you were a moaning mess— completely forgetting about everyone.

"you can finish baby you got it." he cooed as you began nearing.

he then suddenly plunged a finger inside of you, making you let out a gasp. his thick finger inside of you made you feel full—but not full enough.

you cried out as he entered a second finger and began thrusting in and out. you were a mess. a wet and loud mess.

"i'm so close." you moaned out as you placed your head on his chest, pressing your nails into his abdomen, hoping to ground yourself.

"you got this, cmon finish for me." he said nudging your head with own making you look straight into his brown pair of eyes.

he continued his pace, moving in and out at a tantalizing pace, until you became undone, you seen flashes of white and black. you felt euphoric.

you felt his fingers leave your body and you felt empty. he looked at you as he slowly brought his fingers to his mouth licking them clean. it left you entranced. seeing him licking and sucking your juices off of himself.

but you needed more. you sat up completely and shifted up and you grabbed his still hard dick and slowly lowered yourself onto him. he immediately placed his hands on your ass, hissing.

you held your breath, hoping to ease more of him inside of you since you only had the tip. you placed your hands flat on his chest and began lowering yourself more till you felt him bottom out.

you both moaned out in sync. the feeling of being full of him was indescribable. you huffed out and stayed still, trying to adjust to his size. his hands were still on your ass in a bruising grip which only made everything more pleasurable.

you let out one more breath, and began moving. you kept a pace. you moth were spilling with curses and moans and whimpers, but you had began getting tired, your hips circled lazily, as the pleasure became almost overwhelming. he noticed your movements had slowed down. you then pressed your head down into another kiss.

you weren't prepared when he then wrapped his arms around you and thrust himself up into you. he swallowed your moan and continued fucking up into you relishing into the moans you were releasing into your kiss.

he continued hugging you as he thrusted up into you. you began moaning out loader. "i'm almost there dominic." you gasped out.

"me to y/n." he moaned out aswell. he continued his thrusts growing faster, and your breaths began getting faster, your release coming, and then finally he stilled as you both finally finished at the same time. you laid on his chest tired and thoroughly fucked, you wanted to take the lead, but somehow he did.

"that was amazing." he suddenly said in between breaths.

"i know." you giggled tiredly pressing kisses all over his face.

he tapped your thigh. "i gotta get you cleaned up come on."

"can we just stay like this for a second." you asked looking in his eyes with yours glossy.

"fine bye me." he laughed placing a hand onto your head.

suddenly there was a very loud knock at the door, scaring you both.

"keep that shit down! if you guys are gonna fuck, do it quietly!" a voice that sounded like alex's shouted.

you and dominic looked at each other in horror. then when you both heard the footsteps fade away you both let out laughs.

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author note : holy shit this was a lot to write bro. anyways sorry for the delay i have been having the worst writers block omg. BUT SHES HEREEE!!! i lowk suck at writing smut but who else is writing smut rn bro. anyways i hoped you all enjoyed and as promised i have started a taglist! dm or comment to be added!

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[cherrymz17]

[intuitioned]

what could possibly go wrong by dominic fike — standard release

[sad-beige-mak]

Pasture Child

young carmen berzatto :) or at least my adaptation of him lolol

pairing: carmen x fem!reader

cw: language, fluff and angst

pasture child - dominic fike

summary: carmen finds solace in his classmate, dialing her number every night to escape reality. but as the weight of reality hits the reader, things don’t fall into place as carmen wishes.

a/n: guysssss reader is highkey bad in this 😭 i sorry. also this was originally supposed to be really sweet and heartwarming but like idk things shifted while i was writing. i need to start taking my lexapro again. this is my first time ever publishing my writing so like SCARED but idk if it doesn’t make sense then thats that, but please please pleaseeee give me feedback. this probably won’t reach a single person but like it’s still funn. i lub u guys 🤭 also i think i might do a second part where it’s a timeskip bc that’s how the song goes. idk. LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD.

carmen hesitated before dialing your number. calling you was a routine for him, but it felt like every time he had to talk himself up.

the brunette hugged his knees up closer to the solid slab of his torso, socked feet gently pressing into a wrinkled duvet.

high school for carmen feels a big blur. sure he has friends and hobbies, but everything seemed frayed at the edges and fleeting. like the world was a rug being pulled right from under his feet, leaving him to float headfirst into an abyss of nothingness.

but you.

you were the quiet type. your wardrobe a concoction of frills and long skirts, the fabric never brushing higher than your ankle. something that should deter carmy’s teenage, brain-fogged hormones, but it doesn’t. instead, it makes him sit next to you in culinary club.

it makes him remember that you hate sweets but cant resist brownies. or that you love fettuccini, but can’t stand cheese.

his fingers tighten around his phone as it rings.

your parents were strict, he knew that.

you’d leaned over to him in ap statistics, a folded sheet of paper sandwiched between your pointer and middle fingers. “only call this number after nine,” you demanded with a sweet smile, the scent of your strawberry lipgloss wafting into his nose. “that’s when my parents go downstairs to sleep,”

he remembers nodding, running his thumb over your curly handwriting.

his blue eyes trail over to the digital alarm clock on his night stand that read 9:01. that familiar flow of adrenaline sat under his skin. reverent. carmen knew he looked desperate calling you first every night, but every care in the word melted away as the line clicked and your soft breath was audible.

“hi,” you were quiet. well, you were always quiet, but now it felt closer. intimate even. you’d been curled on on the floor, head pressed against a childhood teddy bear that was tattered at the ears but filled with love.

this is how it always started. carmen would listen to each puff of breath that left your lips and close his eyes, clutching a pillow to his chest. his fingers would trace each fold of cotton, imagining your pajamas bunched in his fingers. he even asked you what perfume you liked just so he could spray it on his bed when you’d call, pretending that you were humming in his arms.

it was so pathetic.

so, so pathetic.

but he needed it.

after muttering quietly about your days, you paused on the other line. carmen huffs. “hello?” he whispered, head rolling back against drywall.

“why are you friends with me?” your words were concise as always, but a tinge of uncertainty wove itself into each curve and hum.

carmen shifted, his hand stilling on the pillow. “what do you mean?”

“like,” you paused. “i’m weird. i live on a farm. we can’t hang out. i can’t even talk to you outside of school—“

“we’re talking right now,”

“we’re whispering right now,” you retort.

carmen blinks to himself, lips parted slightly. “i just like you,”

he wants to stop himself from talking, but that’s just not what his brain allows.

“you don’t tell me to shut up for one. you don’t ask for anything more from me,” a dry laugh comes from his side of the line and you close your eyes, clutching the phone tighter in your hand.

“you’re so…special. you’re way smarter than a you give yourself credit for, and just hearing you talk is so refreshing because your brain isn’t fucking rotted,” carmen smiles, then turns onto his side. “and you’re not weird. at least not in a bad way,”

you smile, heat rising up the back of your neck. “thank you,”

carmen scoffs, running a hand through his floppy curls. “no, thank you,” through the phone’s ever present static you sense a weary rasp in carmen’s tone, a sign he’s getting sleepy. with a new flush on your skin, you disappeared into bed, splaying your fingers onto your freshly washed sheets.

“carmen,”

“what?”

“i like you too,”

on the other end carmy silently kicks his feet excitedly, phone pressed into his chest to muffle the rustling before he places it back next to his ear. “yeah?”

“yeah,” you parrot.

“why?”

there’s a pause, then a long breath.

“well,”

a beat.

“i like to think of life as a beach. stay with me. i think… i think of you, carmen, as a boat. one super, super far from the coastline. like way out there. almost as tiny as an ant. and, i’d like to think of myself as a dock. one off the coast, probably belonging to some snobby millionaire’s beach house,” your voice is a soft lullaby to him, his breath slowing down.

carmy slips under sheets himself, placing his phone on speaker as the curve of his nose brushes against linen.

“i feel stagnant. like, i’m not going anywhere at all. just…a landmark almost. not a big one that anyone cares about or anything. just kinda there,” you breathe. “carmen. you’re just full of potential and you’re steady moving along. you’re enjoying your life and actually focused on making a name for yourself,” you try not to sniffle as hot tears brim your eyes.

carmen on the other hand furrows his eyebrows, eyes fluttering open to stare at your contact across the screen.

“but for some reason that i can’t put my finger on, you steer away from the big, blue ocean. you…stop at the dock. you sit at it, lay out a blanket and have a picnic. you tan on it. you find meaning in something so meaningless,” a hot tear sears down your cheek. “and you make me feel like i’m more than just a girl,”

carmen falls silent on the other line, biting the inside of his cheek as he hears you quietly cry. pain aches and gnaws at his chest, spreading through his lungs and stopping at his throat. tightening. “don’t do that—“

“no, carmy, it’s true,” you croak.

“stop that. you’re not fucking meaningless. you’re not this little dingy dock,” he breathes, clutching the pillow—you—tighter against his chest.

there’s a few moments of quiet where words linger in the air, but too far fetched to grasp.

until.

“i cant sit here and listen to you rag on yourself when you are literally the air i breathe,” carmen says quietly. it’s stupidly telling. he knows it’s too much, but his lips part again and they whisper, “i love you,”

on the other end, your heart blooms, thrumming against your ribcage in a pattern too fast to comprehend. it’s dizzying.

it feels like floating.

but it’s impossible.

you…you’re not fit to match him. you’re a slow moving river and he’s a rapid. you’re heat and he’s fire. you’re a bicycle and he’s lightning-freaking-mcqueen.

“no,” you whisper, to yourself more than anything.

then the line clicks dead.

a scorching hot phone and damp cheeks. that’s all carmen had that night, and the next, and the next.

he’d gotten a haircut, a new phone, and a diploma.

well, barely a diploma.

it was nice, sure. school was fine. life was fine.

but every night he fell asleep to the smell of vanilla and strawberries, his fingers curled into a pillow.

in his head, he loved you and your smile.

and you loved him too.

[fawning4you]

12/30

[fikenight]

Dominic Fike and Hunter Schafer