Could you maybe do something with yungblud x reader where they are in a interview with 42 and 36??
36: "You're the first person I think about when I wake up."
42: "I remember when we first met..."
pairing: Dom x gender-neutral!reader
warnings: fluff, some cursing, tiniest bit of jealousy && implied smut (the briefest mention of it if you squint rlly but idk LMAO)
word count: 1.3k (kinda went crazy...lol)
a/n: I'm so excited to be back writing!! hope u enjoy <3 kinda went a little deep into this but hopefully itâs well enough. my writing is rusty is !!!
You and Dom were halfway through your game of âWhoâs Whoâ which was the one of many games/challenges heâd be doing in a line of interviews to help promote his new album. You had no problem being by his side and supporting him, even on your days off. When he approached you last night asking if youâd mind doing a couples themed interview with him, you couldnât say no. It was a chance for you both to be together even among his crazy schedule he had.
It was a brief break in between rounds and you rehydrated yourself with a few sips from the mini water bottles provided by the company. One of the producers had set down a box of fresh papers onto the mock coffee table as you and Dom sat across from each other, still facing the cameras and the crew behind them. A shorter woman emerged from the maze of cameras, microphones, and monitors as she set her eyes on you two. Well mostly Dom, which didnât bother you too much as his eyes shifted between his hands in his lap and, occasionally, you.
âHello Dom,â the producer purred, already beginning to blush before the Brit could even say anything. âSo you and y/n are going to pull papers and ask 3 questions each,â she explained, mostly training her eyes on Domâs and occasionally glancing at yours. Dom had a thing where he made sure to make persistent eye contact with whoever is speaking, which could come off either intimidating or hot.
But it was mostly hot to you.Â
âSounds like a planâ Dom nodded. His eye contact with the producer breaks as she walks away, but not before shooting a definite somewhat lust filled look at Dom, before sitting in her chair along the director of the segment. Mentally rolling your eyes at the entire exchange, you contain yourself, putting on a genuine smile once you see Dom blow you a kiss when your eyes lock.
He would absolutely be the death of you.
You two were onto your last question, with the cameras still rolling strong and mics towering over. It was Domâs turn to read his final question as he reached for the black box and plucked a random paper out. His smile grew and he tried to stifle a laugh as he began reading it out.
âHm, this is a good one. Who made the first move?â You both looked at one another, beginning to break out into little giggles. You and Dom met through mutual friends and you were quite literally his lifesaver that night you two so graciously crossed paths. He needed assistance with a skirt malfunction he had from going wild at a party, and his assistant, who happened to be your best friend, dragged you back into his designated area. You were almost done getting your degree in Fashion Merchandising, and had great knowledge on everything, from hemming jeans that were too long to improvising fashion emergencies.
It started with you using safety pins to temporarily help the malfunction and ended with you both exchanging numbers followed by Dom fucking your brains out in an unoccupied room within the venue. It wasn't usually the way you did things when it came to your dating life, but with Dom, it just felt like the right thing to do.
You shift in your seat from the memory of that night in the empty room, and youâre sure Dom remembered it as well. âThe first move was definitely made by...Dom?â You questioned out loud, hearing a dramatic scoff escape from your boyfriendâs lips. You laughed at this gesture and nodded, âYeah, for sure Dom.â
âOkay, yeah, Iâll admit it,â He slouched in his seat as he recalled the night mentally. He didnât know if he should mention the parts where you safety pinned a good portion of his skirt that night or when you both decided to fuck soon after exchanging numbers. âI remember when we first met at that event and how willingly y/n was to help meâ He gushed aloud, the gesture making your ears heat up. âY/N is the best, so kind, which is why I made the first moveâ He explained into the camera. âI could honestly say the same for Domâ you reply back with, throwing a wide smile in his direction. You really didnât know what to say at that point, so instead, you laugh to yourself with adoration and reach for your paper to read off the last question.
âOkay, so last questionâ You start with, shifting your body more toward him, âWho is the worst sleeper?â You shoot up your eyebrows at him, already having your answer in mind. ââS not me for sureâ Dom states with a beaming amount of confidence. You physically roll your eyes at this blatant lie. Dom knew he slept terribly. Heâd throw his arms and legs all over the place if you two werenât cuddling, which you grew to get used to, but still opted for cuddling to avoid the mess of a sleeper known as Dom.
âHeâs lying, everyone. He sleeps terribly!â You exclaim, pointing directly at the person of question as he laughed into his hands. âItâs only every now and then, I swearâ He retorts back with. You both break into a laughing fit, before beginning your outros and Dom plugging his new album and where fans could presave. After the director of the segment wrapped up the shooting, Dom immediately thanked the crew and grabbed your hand as he rushed you outside.
âWhy the rush?â You questioned, standing directly in front of Dom. That eye contact, again, you thought to yourself. âI just wanted to get some time alone. After this, I have a promo shoot and a party to stop by.â You frowned at the mention of the promo shoot but especially the party, knowing you couldnât make it due to some last minute designs you had to turn in to your professor.
âHeyâ Dom lets out, his hands finding your back as he pulls you closer to him. âWhy the look, y/n?â His eyes search yours for some kind of answer and he canât help but wonder if he said or did something wrong. Something to upset you.
âI really wanted to hang out with you tonight,â You smooth your hands up and down his arms, âBut these designs I have for class arenât finished and-â
âY/n. Itâs okay if you canât make it, no need to worryâ He reassures you along with a comforting smile. âI can try to be back at the apartment in the morning before you wake up if I canât make it back tonightâ He proposes. You nod hesitantly
You begin to tease him, âStill going to be lonely sleeping without you,â looking even harder into his eyes as you await some kind of response. His eyes seem to go blank for a second, before becoming soft at your words.
âWell if it makes it any better...â He trails off, âYou're the first person I think about when I wake upâ He softly grabs either side of your face before pulling your lips toward his, kissing you like never before. He ignored his assistant and your best friend shouting his name as he began to get deeper into the kiss. You melted into his touch, not wanting to let go. You hear the metal doors creak open and the clicking sound of heels approach you and Dom. He pulls away from the kiss reluctantly, running his left thumb around your lips.
âY/n! Dom! Hate to interrupt your...love session.â You hear your best friend start with. âBut we have to get going Dom. Seriously, youâre gonna be lateâ She says. He nods at her words, knowing he is right and would hate for his manager or your best friend to deal with the angry production companies behind these promos and interviews if he were late, and turns to you.
âIâll text you during any and all breaks. I promiseâ Dom reassures, pecking your lips before you could respond, and following your best friend inside to get ready to leave for the promo shoot.
You were left with swollen lips and a fluttering heart as you stood outside, hearing a buzz following his departure. You reach for your phone in your back pocket, greeted with a notification from Dom.
my â€ïž: trying to convince the team to let me come back home to you tonight đ„ž.
my â€ïž: i love u y/n <3
y/n: even if they donât let you, itâs okay.
my â€ïž: I'll try my best to convince them
my â€ïž: I wanna be with u tonight.
my â€ïž: gotta go love. be safe.
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