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huhniebowl · 10 months

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hi!!!! could you possibly do something where the reader and dom are on a podcast together?? i think that would be super fun☺️☺️

anon, this is probably the funniest request i've ever worked on oh my god.😭 i had so much fun writing this! thank you for sending it in!

this is heavily inspired by the drake podcast with bobbi. i also read a few of dom's interviews, so a good bit of the dialogue is based on some things he's actually said.

this is dialogue heavy just so you all know! hope you love it!

You move the mic stand that your crew set up, so it’s level with your face, and adjust yourself under the blankets of your guest star's bed.

“Okay, tell me when,” Dominic says. He’s holding the clapperboard, and watching your crew for his signal.

“Marking.” He says into the mic, then snaps the take. He grins, while one of the crew members come to take the clapperboard. “Ah, bet you didn’t think I knew about that huh?”

It’s episode seven of your podcast, and you somehow managed to get Dominic Fike as your guest. You’ve been a fan of his for years, and have followed him through his ups and downs of fame, fortune, and misfortune.

You’re a little shocked at how well you’re keeping your composure by being able to have your favorite artist featured on your show, but you're thankful for it.

“Hello everyone, welcome to episode seven of I’m Not in Your Bed, and today I’m here with.”

You look over at Dominic, and he leans into his mic.

“Dominic Fike. How are you guys today.”

“Are you talking to me or the viewers?”

“The viewers.”

“This isn’t live though, so you won’t get to know their responses.” You turn on your side so you're facing Dom, and move your mic in front of you.

“Well yeah, but, isn’t that like proper podcast etiquette or some shit.” He starts to trail off towards the end and he looks at the staff. You hear a few of them chuckle, and you almost do too, but you can’t break character.

“Who taught you that?”

“Well, I just sort of.” He pauses for a moment, “Fuck you.” There’s no bite to it, and the staff laughs out.

"You think Drake is watching this?" He asks, fixing the glasses on his face.

"Maybe, he was my episode four."

"Were you in his bed too?"

"Yeah, I was."

"Fuckin’ cheater dude." That earns him a few laughs behind the camera.

“How does it feel having a stranger in your bed?” You ask. Dominic tilts his head in thought.

“Well, it’s not too weird. I used to have random women in here all the time.”

He then grabs hold of the mic and stares dead into the camera. “Not anymore though. Completely abstinent. Not fucking. Stop having sex. I’m talking to you. The one watching me say this while probably planning on having sex later.” You stare at him and press your lips together, letting the silence after his proclamation linger in the air.

“And how’s that been going for you?”

“You know, it’s been well. I’ve stopped a lot of crazy shit recently. Stopped smoking, stopped drugs. Stopped drinking more than 4 cups of coffee a day.”

“How do you like your coffee.”

“Black. I hate that creamer shit.”

“You know it’s reported that some of the most known serial killers drank their coffee black and were Capricorns?” Dom’s eyebrows raise.

“Oh fuck, really?”

“No, I made it up. But you feel a little crazy now don’t you?” Dominic drops his head and starts laughing, the staff right along with him.

“What’s your sign?” He asks once he gathers himself.

“Cancer.”

“Ah, that makes sense. You probably have a mommy kink or some shit huh?” You look at him in disbelief and suck your teeth when your staff betrays you with giggles.

“I do not–”

“Momm–.”

“Dominic.” You warn, glaring at him. He bursts out laughing, and you can’t help the scoff you let out.

“You know, they do say that Capricorns and Cancers are the mom and dad of the zodiac.” You try to reason.

“You’re the mom right?” He asks. You squint your eyes at him and dig around the space between you two. He’s simpering at you, trying to prove his mommy kink bit.

“I lied, I'm a Leo.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I know.” You pull out a little knitted beanie baby from the blankets. It wears the hat Dominic had on during Coachella. “A fan made this for you right?”

“Yes, she did! Isn’t it sick?”

“It is. How does it feel having some of the most creative fans there is out there?”

Dominic looks between you, and the plush, then reaches his hand out for it. “You know, it's almost surreal. This fame shit kinda came out of nowhere for me, so there was a huge adjustment period I went through when it came to people supporting me and giving me things they put so much time into.”

You nod, letting him continue.

“I think I’m still adjusting to it really, but nothing brings me more joy than like seeing this stuff you know? I love my fans, and I’d be nothing without them.”

“It seems they love you back just as much, if not more.” Dom grins and nods, “Yeah, I’d say so. They’re so fucking creative.”

“Have you read your fanfics?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Because I have one right here we can—” You stop mid-sentence and pull out your phone.

“Are you serious?” He looks at the camera as if he was Jim from The Office when you ignore him, and begin typing with urgency.

“This is the most excited I’ve seen you since this started.”

You ignore his comment and hand him your phone with a fic pulled up.

“Read this.”

“Yo, do you read these yourself? You found this way too fast.”

“I found this one last night. Now read.”

It’s a Tumblr story you saved for this very moment, and you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity.

“Smut? What’s smut?” He looks at you for an answer, but you just gesture your hands toward the phone for him to keep reading.

It’s silent for a few, and you signal your cameraman to zoom in on Dominic’s face.

You watch as his face morphs into confusion, then surprise, then what you assume is mild interest, before he’s pulling the phone back and his eyes are blown wide.

“Holy fucking shit y’all write porn about me?” The crew erupts into laughter, and you tuck your lips in to avoid laughing too.

“Smut.” You say.

Dominic glances from you, back to the phone.

“Why am I kinda turned on by this.”

“Because I wrote it.”

Dominic whips his head towards you, and his mouth drops.

“Wait really?” You don’t respond, reaching down to the floor and pulling up a box of Reese’s Puffs cereal.

“Reese’s?” You ask, dropping a handful into your mouth and holding the box out to him.

“Where did you—” Dominic keeps the same shocked expression and turns back towards the camera. The cameraman starts to laugh again and zooms in on his face.

“When did you—” He stops, watching you chew with mild interest to his confusion. So he presses his lips together, clicks your phone off, and folds his hands together over his lap.

“Yeah, let me get some.” You wordlessly lean over and Dominic tilts his head back so you can shake some cereal from the box into his mouth.

“Good?” You ask while chewing.

“Yeah.” He nods. Silence ensues while you both continue to chew while staring at each other. Then at the same time, you turn to the camera with monotone expressions. It’s unplanned, and the crew let out chuckles once again.

“So how was touring?” You swallow, and reach down towards the floor again, pulling up two bowls with spoons in them. Dom’s learned not to question you anymore at this point, and just accepts a bowl.

“It was fucking fun dude. I wasn’t expecting everyone to know the words of my album for the first few dates since I toured a solid week after the release.”

“Resse’s, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, or Lucky Charms?”

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch.”

You pull up that box, and pour some into his bowl, then yours. “It must have felt incredible to hear them yelling it back to you. Did it?”

“Oh man, I don’t think that’s something I’ll ever get used to. A lot of my songs are me just fucking around and making stuff that people can dance to you know?” You nod, and bring up a jug of milk, filling up your bowl, then Dom’s.

“So when I’m performing, it kinda feels like me and my fans are just kicking shit up. I’m dancing, they're dancing, it feels good. It’s fun. Whatever’s bothering them can just be forgotten for a bit.” He takes a spoonful of cereal to his lips and hums around his spoon.

“I was at one of your shows, the LA one. And what I noticed was that your energy on stage is unbelievable.” You press your cereal down into the milk with your spoon, before continuing.

“Like, you look so youthful, and just in your element up there. You bring such an intense and loving energy to every show and I strangely found myself missing you when it was all over and I’d never even formally met you until now.”

It’s silent for a moment, Dominic soaking up your words while you begin eating.

“Was that your way of confessing? Are we like gonna kiss now?”

You roll your eyes and your crew giggles.

“No, but seriously, thank you. That means the world, especially when like I said before I’m still adjusting to this shit.”

“Well for what it’s worth, I think you’re navigating through all this perfectly. It’s why I became a fan in the first place. Your talent is unique to you and only you. And I mean it when I say talent like that only comes once in a lifetime.”

You point your spoon at him, “I’m sure I can speak for all of us when I say we’re beyond lucky to experience you and all your greatness in our lifetime.” You give him a big smile.

Dominic stares at you, and you can’t read his expression but you also don’t look for too long. Opting to look into your cereal bowl, because you could feel the love-sick look that was about to show on your face.

“You’re too good at this sentimental shit dude, what the fuck.” His voice sounds a bit choked up, so you try to lighten the mood.

“Don’t start crying on here or I’ll be forced to use it as my thumbnail for views.” The staff comes to your aid with laughter, and Dominic joins in.

“You wouldn’t do that.” He goes to wipe his face with his shirt but is met with silence and your face back to its deadpan. He looks between you and the staff, then the camera. He speaks a little unsure, his voice going up a pitch.

“Right?”

You fully break character and full-on laugh. Unable to keep up your act with him.

The podcast continues for a bit longer before you bring it to a close.

“Is there anything else you’d like to say before I take a nap in your bed?” The cameraman zooms in on Dominic.

“Um, thank you for having me. This was easily my favorite interview I’ve done. The cereal was great.” he laughs and holds up the bowl. “To my fans, I love you all so much, thank you for always showing out for me.”

“Please continue to love my album, and stay tuned for what’s to come.” Someone behind the camera whistles, and everyone begins clapping.

The camera zooms out and shows you staring at Dom with the expression you feared the most. You’re looking at him with a dopey smile, cheek resting against the palm of your hand.

One of the staff calls out your name, and you blink, jumping up and looking at the camera, then back at Dom who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin.

“Oh my god, were you falling in love with me just now?”

“No, what.” You scoff, looking around like he’s crazy.

“Holy shit, you were totally falling in love with me!” He laughs while moving up and pointing at you excitedly. The staff once again, betray you and join Dom. You mutter curses and pull back the blankets, stumbling off the bed and speed-walking away. The camera follows you, as you go behind the staff and all the equipment.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” Dominic’s still laughing, hopping up and following after you.

“Let me take you out to dinner, I’m sorry!” He calls, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and slinging himself over you, while you cover your face and groan.

The camera follows you both all the way out until you turned the corner. Laughs still loud and boisterous on the set.

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vanteguccir · 4 months

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Can you sing for me? | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N is a worldwide famous singer, but her favorite thing in the world is hearing Chris singing just for her.

Warning: None.

Requested?: No.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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When you are a world-famous singer who performs at least once a month, tours every year, models, acts, does interviews, is looked at everywhere by papparazzi and scouts, has articles published about you - often with false information -, it was safe to say that Y/N needed a place to rest, and hers was next to Chris.

Her resting with him was many things: spending hours marathoning mindless movies on the couch wrapped in a fluffy blanket and her boyfriend's arms, or when she could lay on Chris's lap and sink into a new book; sometimes it was when her house shared with the triplets smelled like her favorite cake, or when she spent the day making a new DIY that she found on tiktok...

Y/N was a girl with simple tastes, she didn't need much to be impressed, just a few minutes next to Chris were enough for her to feel like the luckiest girl in the world and finally be able to relax her body completely, getting rid of the adrenaline of having a life as an artist.

Don't get me wrong, Y/N loved her profession, since she was little her biggest dream was to be able to perform in front of a crowd and show her talent, and her fans provided that for her; seeing a sea of people in front of her singing along to a song she composed made her see stars, the adrenaline that coursed through her veins when she picked up her pink microphone and could walk, dance, run and jump around the stage freely while singing the lyrics that referred to important moments in her life was incredible.

But nothing compared to waking up next to Chris in the morning and finding the sleepy face she loved so much along with his husky morning voice, or cooking homemade food for them and receiving a hug from behind that was always accompanied by "I love you so much". No moment in front of interviewers with overpriced magazines compared to when Chris won a round of one of his video games and got up from his chair with an excited scream, running over to where Y/N was and showering her with kisses.

Don't even remind me of the thousands of butterflies that flew together in Y/N's stomach when Chris wrote one of his love letters to her, delivering it along with several sweets and chocolates that she was addicted to - a weekly event in their lives.

Y/N's professional life was hectic and tiring, when she wasn't on a plane going from one country to another, she was in a studio recording a new song, or on a famous program answering very controversial questions.

So, when her busy day's were over and she could simply be Y/N, she would go straight into Chris's arms, where she knew she would receive comfort and security.

And that's exactly what she did today. After a turbulent day in the studio recording her new songs, making wrong high notes and having to redo them, crossing out written verses and rewriting them, the girl just wanted to get home and dive into her boyfriend's arms.

Y/N slowly closed the door to her shared room with Chris, her eyes wandering to the low lights and the almost imperceptible sound coming from the television, which was turned on in a random series.

Chris was already in bed dressed in his pajamas, the fluffy gray blanket covering his body up to his shoulders. He had his eyes almost closed from the intense tiredness, but he seemed to fight against it.

That was another thing that Y/N loved about Chris, regardless of what time she came home, he would always be waiting for her awake - more or less.

The girl walked with light steps to the nightstand on her side of the bed, taking the remote control and turning off the television, complete silence settling in the room.

"Hey, I didn't hear you coming." The brunette's sleepy voice caught Y/N's attention, who turned her face towards him, seeing him still lying in the same position, but with his blue eyes now very much open and looking at her. Probably having "woken up" due to the lack of the background sound.

"Hi my love, I just arrived. I'm just going to take a shower and come to bed with you." Y/N responded in a whisper.

"Okay." He said softly, looking at her from below with doe eyes.

Y/N leaned over the bed momentarily, sealing her lips over Chris' soft ones for a few seconds before getting up again and walking to the bathroom.

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Y/N opened the bathroom door, the steam from the hot shower escaping momentarily as she crossed to the bedroom, already in her pajamas, before closing it again.

She walked slowly to the bed, seeing Chris lying on his side and holding his phone with one of his hands, looking more awake than before - or trying to -, the screen brightness turned to a minimum as his thumb scrolled through his Instagram feed.

Chris lifted his head slightly when he heard her approaching, a lazy smile stretching across his face as he stretched slowly, locking the screen of his phone and briefly placing it on top of his bedside table. He opened his arms, waiting for his girlfriend to lay there.

Y/N returned the smile, lifting the gray blanket and laying down on her side of the bed, snuggling in before burying herself in Chris's arms. She ran her nose down his neck, breathing in the fresh scent of soap on his skin, caressing the sensitive spot with her lips.

His hands circled her shoulders, a sigh of pleasure escaping his lips at the comfort that the warmth post-bath of Y/N's body provided. The girl lifted her left hand, running it through Chris' hair, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"How was your day?" Chris asked softly a few seconds later, his blue eyes taking in his girl's tired features.

The deep sigh that escaped her mouth was answer enough for him: tiring.

"Did you eat anything? Are you hungry?" He continued, lifting his right hand - which was previously on Y/N's waist - and taking her left hand from his own hair, bringing it to his lips and sealing the soft skin for a few seconds, keeping his attention on her face.

"I had lunch, honey, I'm not hungry." She replied, a tired smile appearing on her lips at his affectionate gesture.

"Don't you want me to get you a snack? Lunch was many hours ago, kitten." Chris intertwined their fingers, only receiving a shake of her head.

"Can you sing f'me?" Y/N asked in a low, weak tone, her words barely noticeable.

A goofy smile grew on Chris's face, his eyes shining with excitement and love. He adored it when his singer girlfriend asked him to sing for her, it seemed too ironic to be true, but that was exactly what Y/N adored most.

"What do you want today? Rap, pop or rock?" He teased, a soft chuckle escaping Y/N's lips as she rolled her eyes, intertwining their legs together and scooting closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder, placing a little kiss on the region.

"Anything is fine, I just want to hear you sing." She asked, eager to listen her boy's soft voice against her ear.

"Y/N baby, I dedicate this one for you." He joked, a smile on his voice before he started to sing a song that he knew that was one of his girl's favorite. "Stay bugging out, days on end..." Chris began slowly, resting his chin on his girlfriend's head, his voice now sounding hoarse and low, intensifying Y/N's drowsiness. "Days on end."

Her eyes began to flutter closed, her heartbeat calming down as the weight of her shoulders seemed to drain down her body, her limbs relaxing completely.

"Play this often, don't take this shit too seriously." He continued gently, stroking Y/N's back in circles with his left hand, feeling the area lose its previous tension. "Know you get insecure, wish I had more wisdom for you..."

Y/N took a deep breath lightly, allowing her mind to drift off into the world of dreams, Chris's voice becoming muffled and almost null against her ears, but her brain seemed to still register it, using it as a personal tranquilizer.

"Sleep, babe." Chris whispered after singing some more lines, noticing her closed eyes and slightly open mouth.

He pressed his lips to the top of his girlfriend's head, before snuggling closer against her body, allowing himself to sleep, Y/N's slow breathing serving as his favorite lullaby.

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My asks are always open. Feel free to send requests or anything at all 🩷💋

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s7nburn · 4 months

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Surprise

Dominic fike x fem!reader

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Prompt: You tell Dom your pregnant, he's hoping for a baby girl.

Warnings: Pregnancy, kissing, and fluff.

Author's note: Dom gives such girl dad vibes so here y'all go 🫶🏻

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You had found out your pregnant for a little while now, worrying on how to tell dominic. You decided to tell him this weekend, despite having no plan whatsoever. You text dom, asking him to come over.

you: hey babe, do u think u can come over?

Dom: Sure, omw

He replies pretty quickly. He always does to be honest, that's only one thing out of the billion reasons you love him. He shows up no more than 20 minutes later, knocking on your door. You quickly run down stairs, opening the door for him, and immediately hugging him. Dom chuckles, "hello to you too." he says wrapping his arms around you.

"Hi" you say softly nuzzling your head into his chest, you step back, letting him in your home. He sighs, walking in, "i need to tell you something" you said quickly. "Uh yeah what is it" he replies, you can tell he's confused by the way he scrunches his eyebrows together. He sits down on your sofa, getting comfortable. "Sit down" he says patting the empty spot next to him.

Your eyes start to tear up, now realizing that it's really happening. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, while you snuggle into him, clearly nervous. You look up at him, "baby..i'm pregnant." tears filling your eyes, threatening to spill any second now. he looks down at you smiling, "are you for real?" he chuckles, you giggle back, "mhm" you respond, nodding your head while smiling.

He pulls you into a big hug, now your on his lap, you both laugh. He pecks at your face, giving you small little kisses. "Are you really pregnant?" he asks again, but more seriously, looking deeply into your teary eyes. "yes." you say while looking back at him. In response, he kisses you passionately. Savouring the feeling of you on his mouth, "gosh i hope it's a girl." he says pulling away, "how far are you?" He questions, rubbing your back.

"Like a month, I found out like a couple of weeks ago." You answer, he just kisses your lips once more. You lay your head down onto his chest. "I love you" you say quietly, "I love you too."

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dwntwn-strnlo · 11 months

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Hi hi hi hi. Okay so here’s my idea. How about after Cochella (bitch idfk if that’s how u spell that shit) he’s super tired and so when he gets back to his hotel you are there to surprise him and he gets super happy. But he’s tired so he’s like super clingy so you get in bed and watch a movie while he tells you about his day. (This might be bad but fuck it we ballin) 😘

OMG 🤭 giggling already before i even start writing. thank you for the request pookie ❤️

N SIDE dominic fike

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. hooray! very short but whatever

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. dominic fike x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request!

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes!

its the final night of coachella, and dominic was gifted the opportunity to sing a set all six nights. and with the needed preparation, he went out a week early. meaning- he has been away for almost three weeks now. and you would be a fool to admit that you didnt miss basking in the florida heat, by his side watching the tide roll up along the shore. your favorite musicians humming lightly through the speaker behind you.

so, after speaking with his manager in secret, you got yourself a ticket out to california. which explains why your now patiently impatiently waiting for dominic in his hotel room.

you practically roll of the bed when you hear someone at the door. desperately trying to turn the tv off as you get on comfortably hit the floor on the opposing side of the bed. anticipation rising the longer it takes for the door to open.

hearing the door shut, and things getting lazily tossed onto the tables, you smile to yourself. the second the lights flick on, you jump to your feet, throwing your hands in the air with a loud "boo!"

dominic flinches slightly, but is quick with forming a gentle smile on his face. not saying a word, he hurriedly makes way to you, wrapping his arms around your body in a much welcomed hug.

hugging him back, he places his chin on the top of your head. taking in your missed warmth.

"hi, love." you giggle, looking up at him.

he meets your eyes, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, "i miss you, baby."

"ive missed you too," you smile, moving your head to kiss him. the kiss is slow due to your fatigue from cross-country jet lag, and his fatigue from a thirteen long set.

he pulls away with a smile. his heavy eyes taking you in. "i was hoping you were gonna show up unannounced." he sighs, "ive missed looking at your pretty face."

you laugh, "and ive missed looking at yours," you say, pulling him back in to a tight hug. rocking the two of you side to side on your feet.

"i love you, dom." you mumble against his shirt.

"i love you, baby." he mutters back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 9 months

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Sativa

Elliot x fem!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: no

"I say we sound better than you or me,"- Mac Miller in We (ft. Ceelo Green)

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, partial nudity

A/N: Literally a work in progress from 2 school years ago I read the beginning and thought it was cute so here it is.

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“You taste like champagne.” You giggled, face not even inches away from his.

“So do you,” Elliot replied, placing another cold sticky kiss on your lips. His fingers tugged at a ruche on your satin purple dress. “You look so pretty.”

When you received the invitation to the end-of-the-year dance team banquet you’d felt melancholy.

However standing (leaning most of your weight on) by your boyfriend, near a wall as an R&B song played under the dim lightning you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the weed or the champagne making you feel fuzzy inside.

You hummed at his compliment, shoving your face into his dress shirt.

He wove the hand that wasn’t resting on your hip into your hair pulling you back gently

“Gonna mess up your makeup, baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

Dramatic sparks of hurt flew through you at the way he denied your affections. Your less-than-sober mind clouding your actions.

“You don’t love me anymore.”

He laughed at the pout on your face before pulling you closer to him by your waist, you sunk into his warmth.

Growing up you never thought you’d be able to love or be loved by someone as much as you love him.

“ ‘M sorry.” He whispered, pecking your nose.

“Good, better be.” You claimed beaming, leaning up to connect his lips with yours.

When he pulled away you chased him, not letting him go. Kissing him harder than before you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, gripping your hips.

You sighed into his mouth when he deepened the kiss tugging on his hair.

You pulled away for air and were about to go back in when your friend interrupted you.

“Just because it’s the end of the year doesn’t mean the PDA rule doesn’t exist,” Chantelle teased.

You turned around to face her, connecting your back with Elliot’s chest. He buried his face into your hair with a smile.

“Leave us alone,” You bemoaned morphing into a giggle.

“Need to borrow her, we’re taking pictures.” Elliot let go of you and watched you falter away in your heels as Chantelle pulled you by the arm.

A picture with your team turned into 5, which turned into a “Wait that’s my song” and everyone headed straight for the dance floor.

Every time you tried to find your way back to your table, another one of your teammates stopped to talk to you and offered you some of whatever was in their cup.

You accepted and made conversation but now you were teetering on the line between tipsy and actually drunk.

Seeing as the party was dying down Elliot began to search for you until someone was able to point him in your direction.

Spouting loudly at your friend you stumbled backward in the general direction of your table.

You grunted as you collided with something along your path. Familiar hands caught you around your waist, you spun around.

“Elliot!” You called out with a goofy smile.

“Y/N!” He said back in the same tone.

“‘Missed you,” You slurred, resting your full weight on him.

“Yeah?” He asked, readjusting you to his side.

“Mhm,” You confirmed

“Ready to go?” He looked down at you wrapped around his arm.

“Uh huh,” You tiredly nodded before dropping your head against his bicep.

“Where are your shoes?” He slipped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had fallen.

You whined letting out a muffled noise sounding a bit like “I dunno”.

Elliot reshuffled your body weight to lie right in front of him. He slid a chiffon bow-wrapped chair in front of the two of you before placing you down softly.

“Stay here,” He warned.

He waited until you lazily blinked up at him, recognizing a glimpse of understanding in your eyes to place a kiss on your forehead, setting off to find your heels.

As he made his return with your various miscellaneous items he found you slumped into the chair he left you in.

He tossed your phone into his front pocket, flinging the straps of your heels around his wrist.

“C’mon we’re going,” He shook your arm to pull you out of your reprieve.

You whined at being stolen from your almost sleep, glancing around the room you saw the population dwindling as people left and found their rides. With Elliot’s help, you hoisted yourself out of the chair.

Whining out an “M’ feet hurt,” and complaining about the dirty ground Elliot picked you up and carried you to his car.

He knew he couldn’t take you back to your house drunk, your parents would kill him and then you.

Getting you to stay in the passenger seat was the hard part, but once he got you buckled in the second pulled out of the parking lot you were out cold.

He was miraculously able to get you through the front door and into his room with no complaints.

The problems arose when he tried to get you to drink a bottle of water.

You threw yourself backward from the edge of his bed. Sprawling out with your arms above your head.

“No ‘m tired,” You ignored him curling your limbs around a spare pillow and shutting your eyes.

Placing the water bottle next to you on his bed just in case, he left his bedroom door open as he ventured into his cousin’s bathroom for her makeup wipes.

When he returned you were fully asleep, chest rising slowly, and deeply.

The bed dipped as he climbed on next to you. As softly as possible he wiped your makeup off. You roused from the cold wetness on your face, blinking your sleep away, you sat straight up like you were never asleep.

Elliot just continued to remove your makeup. As he moved to the lower half of your face you began to swat at his arms.

You tried to bite the hand holding the wipe and when we wouldn’t let you, you trapped his hand under your chin.

“Stop, I’m trying to help you,” He told you.

You pouted as if you were gearing up to cry. “Are you mad at me?”

He exhaled heavily before answering. “I’m not, just need you to stay still,”

You nodded valiantly before allowing him to smooth over the rest of your skin.

As your eyes began to droop again he used both of your arms to pull you towards the edge of the bed. It’d be much easier to assist you while you were still awake.

He gestured for you to stand up and turn around so he could unzip your dress and slip it down your shoulders.

Using his shoulder as support you stepped out of the dress and kicked it off your ankle letting it pool on the floor.

As you stood there in your underwear, Elliot scoured through his dresser for a clean shirt for you to wear to bed.

He tossed the large graphic tee he came up with next to you. You slipped the shirt around your head before realizing the neck was too tight to pull down the rest of the way.

“ ‘Need help,” You huffed, pulling Elliot from his search for your bonnet.

He came to your rescue by using both hands to bunch up the top enough for you to be able to slip your arms through.

He knew you’d be mad at him when you woke up if you found out he let you go to sleep without a bonnet, so he took the time to find the one you left here a while ago.

He stretched the satin fabric over your hair and pulled it over your forehead. The bonnet slipped into your eyes obscuring your vision.

Titling your chin up towards him, Elliot shifted the elastic band to rest on your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot.

He was finally able to slip under the covers beside you.

Now that you’d been wholly woken up, the both of you knew you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. Which wasn’t a problem because you had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend. Elliot however had to be up by 7 a.m.

Reaching over his head he grabbed his laptop off his windowsill. He opened Netflix and handed it to you. He turned over onto his side just as you scooched up into the pillows resting at his headboard.

Sitting the laptop on your lap you opened your joint profile.

Scrolling through the streaming services limited catalog. You went back to the homepage and something caught your eye.

“Elliot,” You called testing if he had already fallen asleep.

He answered without moving. “Hmm?”

“You watched an episode of Money Heist without me?”

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sommerregenjuniluft · 7 months

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sunday snip snip

aaaaa i've been tagged by so many lovely peoples thank you @divinerapturee, @veryinnovative, @kaaaaaaarf, @grimjobs & @fruityindividual i'm smooching u all

i've finally approched a detrimental scene in Ant Pile the last 2 hours that i've been breaking my brain over for weeks and i'm not 100% happy with it aside from this bit:

The candy is long past Evan’s lips, resting against his molars but Barty seems entirely undeterred. Chases after with another lick of his tongue and kind of sucking on Evan’s lips and they’re– fuck, they’re kissing aren’t they? They’re fucking kissing. And neither of them is stopping.

so you get another scene since it's the last thing i wrote :p (regardless im glad i brought something new to the sheet and now have something to work with at least jsdnsjk)

“Ouch, fuck,” Barty sticks the tip of his finger into his mouth. Evan rolls his eyes, pushes him away a bit and tries reaching for the rough cable, “Let me do it.” Barty bares his teeth with a growl. Evan rolls his eyes harder, “It was my idea.” “Shh.” “Don't fucking shush me, fuckface.” “Shhh.” “You–” Evan grunts as he grapples with Barty for the lighter, trying to snatch it away. “Ev,” Barty half-squeals when Evan bends his wrist at an unnatural angle to pry the green little thing from between his clammy fingers. Evan curses, “Give it to me.” A breathless chuckle. “Maybe if you’d asked nicely, Rosier,” Barty grunts, digs a pointy knee into Evan”s hip, pitches his voice into something syrupy sweet over the breathlessness of wrangling, “I‘d give it to you so good, baby.”

also check out my microfic tag where i've been going crazy today, lesbian wolfstar and jegulus!

np tagging @plecotusauritus, @static-radio-ao3, @delicris, @themuseoftheviolets, @xjustakay, @kaleidoscopexsighs & @messerflower (ignore this if you've done this already lol i've lost oversight) <33

#fic: ant pile #lune writes #rosekiller #they're blowing something up >v<#arson boyfriends<3 #check out Vampire by Dominic Fike (this IS a threat #)#evan rosier #barty crouch jr #rosekiller fic

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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can you please do:

character: Elliot (Euphoria)

prompts: It would be better if you stayed away from me, How many times am i supposed to forgive you, You didn’t just break promises, you broke me.

situation: broken trust

I love this.

"I don't know what to say to fix this." He mutters, toying with his hair as he pulls his knees up to his chest, his eyes avoiding mine as I shift in my spot on the bed, still not knowing if I'm going to break up with him or not for this. "It was one night, she was really hurting because of Rue and all of their fucked up shit- we'd just gotten in that fight and I was high."

"Are you seriously making excuses right now?" Elliot knows that when he fucks up, and fucks me over, that I'm not going to sit around and wait for him to fix his issues. So the fact that he's trying to clean up his mess by explaining to me why he slept with Jules- it's shocking.

"No, I'm sorry- it did seem like that. I'm not justifying anything. I just know you're probably wondering why. That's my why." He panics, trying to suck in a breath but his chest caves in on him, his whole body sinking further into the bed.

"You had no reason to do this to me- to do this to us." My lip quivers as I desperately try not to cry, my chest and throat aching to sob and to scream at him. "How many times am I supposed to forgive you? You didn’t just break promises, you broke me." I whimper, the reality of the situation finally sinking in, my whole body trembling.

It's hard when the only person you want to comfort you in your time of need is the same person who caused you the pain in the first place. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he wants nothing but to reach out to me, to pull me into his arms and never let me go- that he feels shame and regret for what he did.

But if I fall back into him, does that only teach him he can do this and get away from it? Or is it a wake up call that I could- and have every right to- leave him and never look back. Maybe the fear in his eyes is him realizing I'm not expendable and that I deserve better.

"Tell me what to do." He mutters, reaching out to me to rest his hand on my cheek, catching my tears with his thumbs. "I'll do anything. I'll stop drinking, I'll go to therapy- I'll go to therapy with you and you know much I hate the thought of that shit." He laughs tearily and I can't fight the smile that tugs at my lips.

"It would be better if you stayed away from me or stay away from her. You can't have your cake and eat it too." He nods quickly at my offer and scoots instantly closer to me, his hand moving to rest on my hip as his nose brushes soothingly against mine.

"You, I choose you. I always choose you." My eyes close at his words, still so hesitant to believe him but I don't have it in me to not allow him another chance. "Let me fix this- Christ, please- let me fix this- us."

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euphorial-docx · 2 months

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look i don’t even hc them as siblings really, but my sometimes fancasts for pandora and evan (hunter schafer and mike faist) actually look like siblings.

#‘sometimes fancast’ bc different stories call for different things #like in my long fic au evan is white because it’s more canon compliant and race has an impact on the story #but otherwise if it’s totally fanon then i envision evan as dominic fike

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hearta54 · 1 year

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❀Masterlist❀

Hi guys, I'm working on posting more... For now enjoy the few I've written :) PSA: SEND REQUESTS PLS

✦ Central Cee ✦

X-Reader One Shots

Love For Piano and Love For Cench

He's A Distraction

✦ Dominic Fike ✦

Poems

Dominic Fike and I Are Para-social

X-reader One Shots

Cherry Red Guitar

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dioles-writes · 7 days

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CHARACTER SHEET: BORISLAVA

Name: Borislava Volkov

Gender/Pronouns: Cisgender She/Her

Sexuality: Greysexual

Age: 17

D.O.B.: July 11th (Cancer)

Ethnicity: Bulgarian + Russian

Appearance: Albino with pale skin, long white hair, and red/pink eyes. Rosy cheeks and very long luscious eyelashes.

Height: 5’9

Aesthetic: A very angelic and whimsical appearance. Wears a lot of puffy, layered dresses, with lots of bows and ribbons, similar to lolita fashion. Has a pastel colour palette.

Personality: Sweet, easily embarrassed, people pleaser, secretive, nosy

Likes: Performing(before and during), stuffies, dresses with lots of layers, her super handsome boyfriend, kids

Dislikes: Performing(afterwards), talking about emotional and deep topics, herself 💀

Role: A member of the Paradise Board

Other:

Diole

Leader of the Entertainment Unit

Blind

Her eyes shake due to nystagmus

She is involved in all musical aspects of the Entertainment Unit. She dances, sings, and plays instruments

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huhniebowl · 2 months

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Tomato Paste

dominic fike x reader

warning(s): nonee! well…he has an eyebrow piercing. again. it’s just gonna be canon for my fics now lmao

a/n: this is so cute, i loved writing and working on this omg. it was a little embarrassing to write i won’t lie, but here we are lmao.

i really am a slow writer, so i apologize for being so slow with your requests😭

i hope you love this, thank you for requesting! <3

"20 minutes, tops," You declare with your pointer finger, grabbing your purse and heading for the door.

"Can’t believe you forgot the tomato paste.” You mutter, slipping into your shoes, “Was probably starting at tits or something.”

Dominic raises an eyebrow, eyes lingering on your white tank top that’s tightly clinging to your body.

"Yeah, yours." He teases, locking his phone and winking at your boobs.

You gasp, clutching your shirt dramatically. "Fucking perv."

Dom pulls off his hoodie and tosses it over to you.

“20 minutes!” He reiterates. “I didn’t forget about that oat milk trip. We were there for damn near a decade.”

You laugh, that store trip was a disaster. You couldn’t decide on what brand was better. You ended up getting none of them and Dom was shivering by the time you left because he lended you his sweatshirt while in the dairy section.

“Yeah, yeah!” You call back, tugging on his hoodie.

“It’s just tomato paste. I got this baby. Trust me.” You wink, snag his keys from the key bowl, and blow him a kiss before slamming the door behind you.

Your relationship is still new, blossoming beautifully at the five-month mark.

Every visit felt weightless, a comfortable ease settling between you. He has a worn green mug by the sink, its familiar chipped rim and, coffee stains a silent welcome every morning.

In your top drawer, boxers and a pair of his mismatched socks, faded blue with cartoon ninja turtles, peeks out from your panties.

And tucked in your living room bookshelf, a framed photo of the two of you at the beach when he officially asked to be your boyfriend.

He’s easily made himself at home.

You agreed to tell your parents about each other once you reached half a year. It was your idea, believing that you and Dominic would be well past the honeymoon phase by then.

Which was proved true by month four.

Dominic digs through the fridge and pulls out a bowl of fresh fruit you had washed and cut up earlier.

With a bottle of water tucked into his sweatpants pocket, he plops down on the living room couch, opens up Netflix, and starts an episode of Supernatural.

Despite knowing you’re gone, he still glances at the front door. He knows he shouldn’t be watching this without you, but the last episode you left off on was too good of a cliffhanger.

He’s about halfway through the show when an insistent jiggling of the front doorknob echos through the house.

Sam and Dean’s fight starts to blur as panic floods Dominic's vision. No way you were back already – He knows you said twenty minutes, but he didn’t think you were serious!

His palms are slick, the remote slipping and sliding in his cold sweat.

A frantic scramble, a muted click – Sam and Dean vanish. Throwing the remote, Dom snatches his phone, adopts a posture of casual indifference, and opens a random app.

The door creaks open, a sound that scrapes against his already frayed nerves.

"Hey babe," He manages, attempting nonchalance. Silence answers him.

Then his phone vibrates with a text.

You MY PARENTS R COMING TO THE HOUSE THEY HUNG UP BEFORE I COULD MENTION U kjhasjhdf IM SO SORRY I’m hurrying home now omg

His eyes scan the frantic message. A torrent of misspelled words tumbled across the screen, punctuated by a desperate string of emojis that only you would send.

His heart, already doing a nervous stutter, plummets straight to his stomach. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not yet.

“Holy fucking,” Dominic starts under his breath, but he’s cut off by a voice that an tone lower than his will ever be.

“What the fuck? Who the hell are you?”

“Shit.” He finishes.

Dominic steels himself, taking a deep breath and rising to his feet. A charming smile, practiced a thousand times over, plasters itself onto his face as he turns around to face your parents.

The first thing that strikes him is the resemblance you have to your mother. You share her eyes and cheekbones, though hers were softened by time, their edges less sharp than yours. Age has been kind to her; she radiates a quiet beauty that makes Dominic clench his fists.

Not to hide his nervousness, but to sedate a far away thought - a vision of you, years down the line, etched with the same kind aging your mother was graced with, perhaps with children by your side, their eyes mirroring yours, but with his nose.

"Um, this isn't exactly how I pictured our first meeting," Dominic begins, his voice a touch higher than usual. He clears his throat, the nervous chuckle a hollow sound.

"I'm Dominic. Dominic Fike. I've, uh, been dating your daughter for the past five months and a half."

He addresses them formally, and by your last name, extending a hand for a handshake. Their expressions are unreadable at the mention of his name, a blank canvas that sends a jolt of relief through him.

The last thing he needed was for them to recognize him from some outrageous thing he’s said on the internet. A shiver runs down his spine, a phantom memory of his last concert ramble.

How he hasn’t launched into a word vomit, or worse, blacked out entirely, is a mystery. Dealing with fame has its drawbacks - the unpredictable interviews he loathes, the constant fan interactions.

None, however, have ever felt this paralyzing.

His heart pounds frantically in his ears as your dad gives him a thorough once-over. It's narrows on his chest, lingers on his arms. He’s confused at the interest of his body, then his confusion morphs into a sickening realization.

He’s fucking shirtless.

"Fuck," He mutters under his breath.

Your dad's eyebrows shoot up. He eyes your boyfriend as if he just declared his love for a rival sports team.

"Excuse me, son?" Dominic winces. A cold sweat prickles his skin. He flinches back and yanks his outstretched hand like he’s been burned. He throws a desperate glance at your mom, silently begging for her help.

She's been quiet the whole time. But when she meets Dominic's eyes, a small smile graces her lips. She rests a calming hand on your dad's shoulder.

"Why don't you go freshen up," She suggests, voice soft. "Maybe put on a shirt, and then we’ll go from there.”

Dominic nods vigorously.

"Yes ma’am of course, good call. So so sorry." He practically sprints towards your room, throwing another mumbled apology over his shoulder.

"Did you see the face tats? The Xs on his eyelids? That damn eyebrow piercing?" He hears your dad whisper yell to your mom.

Dominic closes your bedroom door shut, finally allowing himself to exhale the breath he didn't know he was holding.

He leans against the door, head tilted back in defeat, when another horrifying thought hits him.

It's laundry day.

And before you left, you'd tossed the first load in the washer. The load that, of course, included all the clothes he's left at your place. The hoodie he gave you before you left was the last clean thing he had.

"This can't be happening," He whispers, dragging a hand down his face. He stumbles over to the closet and flicks on the light. Panic clouds his judgment. Scanning your clothes, he snatches the first thing he sees folded on the top shelf.

Your baby pink sweatshirt.

He's just pulling it on when he hears the front door open again. Your voice, laced with slight urgency, filters through.

He lets out a deep breath, not bothering to check his reflection, and jogs out of the room.

He rounds the corner and sees you. Relief washes over him, momentarily melting his anxiety. You turn from your parents at the sound of his footsteps, about to launch into an apology, but the words die on your lips.

The moment he's close enough, Dominic practically throws himself at you, burying his face in your neck. He doesn't care that your parents are watching. He was just short of possibly passing out, and all he craves is the comfort you always seem to radiate.

You understand instantly, and glare at your parents over his shoulder.

Your arms tighten around Dominic's lower back as you stroke his hair with a comforting hand. You feel him relax against you, and turn your face to plant a soft kiss on his head.

"You okay?" You murmur against his hair.

Dominic manages a small nod, but he doesn't stay wrapped in you for as long as he'd like. Steeling himself, for the umpteenth time today, he straightens up, and faces your parents.

With a newfound confidence blooming in his chest with you by his side, he clears his throat.

“I really apologize for earlier. I wasn’t expecting to meet you both so soon.” He reaches out for your hand. His voice holds a hint of nervousness, but he sounds sure of himself now.

“I love your daughter very much and go above and beyond to make sure she knows that.” He continues, his gaze flickers between your parents. "I hope in time you both will see that."

You beam with pride at your boyfriend's attempt to win over your folks. Your dad, however, remains unconvinced, a furrow etched between his brows. Your mom, on the other hand, wears a blinding smile.

An awkward silence stretches, punctuated only by the rhythmic ticking of a wall clock. Finally, your mom swats the back of your dad's head. He yelps, bewildered, before his eyes dart between you and your mom. Throwing his hands up, he finally speaks up,

"There’s still much to unpack here. And frankly, those tats and piercings are ridiculous." Dominic shrugs and nods - rubbing the back of his neck.

"But," Your dad breathes, a hint of a begrudging smile playing on his lips, "You seem to have won my daughter over. And since she's basically a carbon copy of me, I trust her judgment."

You and your mom roll your eyes.

Your dad’s eyes then drop to Dominic's sweatshirt. His right eyebrow shoots up as he grumbles something under his breath, then shakes his head in defeat before stalking off towards the kitchen.

You glance down at your boyfriends long sleeve, your eyes widening in realization. Your hand flys to cover your mouth.

Your mom watches your dad go, a hint of amusement in her eyes. She then turns to Dominic, a warm smile still gracing her lips.

"Welcome to the family, hun," She says, squeezing his arm. The gesture sends pure relief through him. He manages to smile back.

"Thank you," He squeezes her hand back, voice genuine. "Happy to be here."

Your mom nods curtly and follows after your dad into the kitchen. The moment she's out of earshot, you drop your hand and let out a loud, unrestrained laugh. Dominic gives you a look, assuming it was fueled by his earlier distress.

"Maybe pay a little more attention next time you raid my closet," You wheeze, doubling over as you lean on his shoulder for support.

That's when it hits him. He remembers your dad's gaze at his shirt. He looks down in haste.

Stitched in bright pink threading and surrounded by a ridiculous amount of hearts and sparkles were the words: "FIKE'S BABYDOLL."

"Oh come the fuck on," He groans.

What the hell even was this last hour.

He glances down at you, now sprawled on the floor, tears wetting your face from laughter. The sound is infectious, and before he can help it, a smile spreads across his face.

“Yeah okay, did you get the tomato paste atleast?”

You stop laughing.

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bratzforchris · 3 months

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Heeeyyyyy🎀

I have an idea👀

Matt x reader where she’s really scared of dogs and they go over to a mutual friends house and they have a dog (That reader somehow didn’t know about🤷🏽‍♀️😭) and Matt eases her into not being afraid anymore.

Puppy Love

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Summary: Above!!

Pairing: Matt x feminine reader (with surprise guests Jake and Johnnie :3)

Warnings: Fear of dogs, Jake being an oblivious little shit

Word Count: 872

A/N: Thank you for the request! Let me know if you guys would ever want more crossover type fics like this! Especially after this past weekend (if you know, you know) :)

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If there was one thing that you feared more than anything else, it was dogs. You knew it was irrational, but you’d had the fear since you were a small child, having been pushed over by a large dog at the park. For this reason, you and Matt had a little gray tabby kitten that you both considered your “child”.

That didn’t mean other people didn’t have dogs, though. You usually tried to nonchalantly ask about people’s pets, terrified of either a) being judged or b) being shocked by a large animal you were unaware of. Matt knew about your fear, and thus, usually made sure the friends you hung out with were dog free or the pets were out of the house before you went over.

Everyone was bound to make mistakes, though, and this was what happened on this particular day. You and Matt had agreed to go over to Jake and Johnnie’s house to film a teams video, in which you and your boyfriend would go against Jake and Johnnie in a gingerbread house building contest. You were quite excited for the day as Matt turned the car into the driveway of their LA house, humming along softly to a Dominic Fike song on the radio.

“I’m excited,” You giggled as you both exited the car, walking towards the front door. The excitement didn’t last long, however, because you soon heard a bark from inside the house that caused you to stop in your tracks. You dropped Matt’s hand, looking up at him as your face paled. “Do they…have a dog?”

Matt’s face dropped as he looked at you, worry creasing his eyes. “Shit, baby. I forgot. I’m so sorry, honey. Let me text Jake and ask him if he can maybe put him in the backyard.”

But before Matt could send the message, Jake opened the door, smiling widely. “Hey guys!”

Behind him, was a large, white and black pitbull. The dog didn’t move, opting to sit by Jake’s feet, but he continued to bark like there was no tomorrow. You practically clung to Matt’s side, fear coursing through your body. He didn’t look aggressive, but his bark sure sounded like it. Johnnie appeared seemingly out of nowhere next to Jake and the dog, surveying the situation.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

Jake had been oblivious to your and Matt’s silence, but Johnnie was much more observant. He took one look at your fearful face and the way your nails were digging into Matt’s bicep while he gently rubbed your back. You looked up as Matt shifted, an anxious look on his face.

“Y/N isn’t…crazy about dogs.” he mumbled quietly, not wanting to embarrass you.

“Shredder’s chill, dude.” Jake chuckled, opening the door wider so you two could step in.

“The dog’s name is Shredder?”

If you weren’t anxious before, you definitely were now. The dog was huge and muscular, with a name that made him sound even more malicious. Even though he hadn’t moved, simply wagging his tail against the floor as Johnnie pet him, you were still frozen with fear. Matt gently rubbed your side, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, before holding his hand out for the dog to sniff.

“Hey, sweet boy.” Matt smiled, ever the animal lover.

The dog whined happily, straining against Johnnie’s hold on his spiked collar.

“He’s not aggressive,” Johnnie smiled at you kindly. “He doesn’t jump either. He mostly just likes to be pet.”

“Dude’s a lazy ass bitch.” Jake snorted as you and Matt finally stepped inside the house, closing the door behind you.

Johnnie rolled his eyes, but allowed Matt to continue petting the dog. “Says you.”

Matt ignored the boy’s banter, keeping a watchful eye on you. He didn’t want you to be scared, so he was hoping maybe him showing you how sweet the pup was would ease your fear. “Do you wanna pet him?” he asked you softly.

You nodded timidly, eyes wide with fear. “I’ll, um, try…I guess.” You whispered.

You softly put your hand out, allowing Shredder to sniff you and all your scents. To your surprise, he didn’t try to lunge for you the way he had Matt. He just butted his head against your hand, a happy grunt escaping his mouth as his tongue flopped out to the other side. You smiled, looking to Matt for confirmation.

Your boyfriend smiled, happy to see you conquering fears. “I think he likes you.”

Johnnie eased his hold on the dog’s collar, nodding to Jake as Shredder trotted over to your side. rather than be overly wild, the pup simply rubbed against your legs, panting happily. Matt smiled, holding your hand, just to make sure you weren’t any more anxious than you had to be.

“I love him.” You giggled after a moment.

Sure, you had been scared at first, but Matt never failed to calm your fears. You knew he would never allow you to get hurt and that he would always protect you, and for that, you were forever grateful.

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s7nburn · 4 months

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Very important Alert: I'm back in my Dominic fike era ‼️

send me requests pleaseeee preferably fluff rn but idrcccc

#personal #dominic fike #fanfiction #fics #dominic fike x reader

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dwntwn-strnlo · 8 months

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SEPTEMBER FIC RECS

sorry for forgetting to post this omg

MATTHEW STURNIOLO . . .

no doubt . . . @querenciasturniolo WHY (NOT?) . . . @lvrsparadise - HEAVY TW!! he got me flowers . . . @slaysturniolo long distance headcanons . . . @forevergirlposts busted lip . . . @freshlovehacker jump . . . @evrithingbagel

CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO . . .

leave . . . @querenciasturniolo holy, bangs . . . @abbie13sworld cinnamon rolls . . . @rainsoakedphoenix

DOMINIC FIKE . . .

açaí bowl . . . @kanpaeki

VINNIE HACKER . . .

vinnie x actress headcanons . . . @forevergirlposts

#fic recs #harleys recs ★#harley can't stfu ★#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #dominic fike #vinnie hacker

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strawb3rryscorpio · 8 months

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Could you just write like ANYTHING that’s Dominic x reader because there is a severe dom fic drought rn

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒, dominic fike x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and your boyfriend get matching tattoos 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, sexual jokes

You and Dom had been discussing matching tattoos for months now. You loved the idea, but the only issue was that neither of you could agree on what tattoo to get. Well, that had been the case until earlier today, when your boyfriend finally compromised on getting a cherry stem with two cherries as your tattoo. Cherries were symbolic to your relationship; you had them on your first date, and since then they always reminded you of your relationship. Dominic liked the idea behind it, but he argued that the tattoo should be more corny and obvious. But after hours of reasoning and many puppy eyes later, Dominic just couldn’t say no, and had finally accepted defeat to those damn cherries.

"Dom, what am I supposed to wear to a tattoo appointment?" you asked, looking at yourself in the mirror, attempting to think of an outfit in your head. “Nothing at all if it was up to me," he deadpanned, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

You rolled your eyes before turning to him. “Dominic, I'm being serious," you scolded, a wide smirk appearing on his face. “I am the most serious I've probably ever been." You groaned in response, walking into the closet in search of an outfit.

"Okay, how's this?" you asked. He looks up from his phone and eyes you up and down. "Perfect," he grins. No matter what outfit you put on, it was perfect to him, meaning he was zero help.

“You say it’s ‘perfect’ every time,” you sighed, knowing stuff like this riles him up. “What else do you want me to say?” he asks and you just walk over and plant a kiss to his forehead in response and he wipes it away jokingly.

You turnto face the mirror, having to trust your own opinion in this situation. "Is it too booby?" you ask yourself, caressing the top of your tank top.

The look on his face immediately tells you he’s thinking of another sly remark. "Nothing is ever too booby," you giggled and walked over to your dresser to grab your purse.

As you checked your phone, replying to the texts you missed while getting ready, you heard the sound of one of Dominic's notorious dramatic sighs. "What're you so loud for?" you teasingly question as you put on your earrings. You hear him get off the bed and walk over to you, gently placing his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into the back of your neck.

"'Cause I'm bored," he mumbles into your neck, barely audible. "I've been watching Reddit confessions for like three hours." The buzz of his words on your neck send a chill down your spine.

"It's not my fault you were ready two hours ago," you joke, turning to face him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Plus, you love those Reddit confessions,"

"Still set on those cherries?" he asks, pulling into the parking lot of the tattoo parlour. "Yes, one hundred percent set," you smacked your glossy lips together to emphasize your words.

You walk towards the building, hand in hand. "I'm nervous," you admit, squeezing his hand extra hard. “Why? You'll be okay and it’ll be a quick one,” Dominic replies and rubs your back for reassurance. "Plus you should be perfectly fine since you got to pick the tattoo." He turns to you a smirk plastered onto his face.

"I didn't pick it. We agreed on it," you emphasize, stepping into the parlour as Dominic holds the door open. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he says before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Hi, we're here for an appointment at four thirty," you smile at the lady at the counter. "Oh, yes! A couples tattoo, that’s fun!" She exclaims pulling out a clipboard and some pens for you to sign with

"Yeah, we've been talking about it for a while, and we were both free today, so we were like, why not?" you explained as Dominic signed the waiver. "What are you guys planning on getting?" she asks, as Dominic hands the clipboard to you.

"We're getting cherries," Dominic answers as you continued skimming through the waiver. "We had them for dessert on our first date." The woman’s face softens at Dominic's reasoning for the tattoo. "That is adorable," she grins.

“He said it was not corny enough,” you explain handing the clipboard back over to her, as Dominic sends you a playful glare. “Well for the record, I think it’s super corny” she replies.

You turned your head towards Dominic before mumbling, "Told you.”

“Okay, you’re all set! I'll have the chairs set up in a couple of minutes," she announces before walking off into the back.

The both of you take a seat, and you lay your head on his shoulder. "Dom?" you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear you. "Yes, my love?" he looks down at you, eyes wide and attentive, ready to listen to whatever you have to say.

"If you really don't want to get the cherries, we can do something else. I don't mind, I promise," You look up, immediately reading his face for a response.

He lets out the slightest chuckle. "Baby, if I really didn't want those cherries, I would've been on your ass about it,” he smiles, brushing his hands through your hair. "And plus, I'd get your face tatted on my forehead, so I have zero issues with some little cherries," he adds, causing you to chuckle.

"You're very corny, you know that?" you say after a few seconds of silence. "It's my specialty, really," he replies and places a kiss on your head.

A few minutes later the woman comes back out. "We're ready for you two!" She calls out and you stand up as he grabs your hand for support to get up, though he really doesn’t need it.

“Ready?" he asks from a few feet behind you. "Readier than ever!" you grin.

You decide to go first. Dominic sits beside you on the chair, holding your free hand, and squeezing it occasionally. You watch Dominic converse with the tattoo artist and can help but smile at him. A big, goofy smile that displayed nothing but love and commitment. And you think to yourself as the tattoo artists sanitizes your arm; what is committing if not getting a matching tattoo?

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