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could u do a morning/night cuddling with dom blurb/oneshot ?? him just being super clingy and soft
hi:) thank u for requesting, & thank u even more for ur paitence! this is a bit short, but sweet. and as always i seemed to have taken a sappier route. i do hope u love this, but please feel free to message me if this wasn't up to ur liking, i have no problem catering to u<3
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You’re fresh out of the shower, and dressed for bed when you hear it.
A rhythmic knock at your apartment door. A spoon full of ice cream sits frozen in your mouth, and you still in your bed. You furrow your eyebrows and glance at the clock. It's 12 am, and last time you checked, none of your friends had mentioned stopping by.
At the same time the knocking stops, your phone chimes with a text.
Dom: open the fucking door
You grin and sit up, spoon still between your lips.
You: U have a fuckin key
You: Use it
You: I'm not gettin out of bed
You swear you can hear muttered curses from outside, and a bag drop.
Dom: fucking prick
A few minutes pass, and the door opens. You hear him close and lock it, then the sound of your fridge opening.
You go in for another scoop of ice cream, a smile big on your face when shuffling is heard coming down the hallway. You can hardly conceal your giddiness.
You haven’t seen your boyfriend in just over a week, he had a week-long studio session with Kenny. So to say that you were feigning to see him again would be an understatement.
Just as you pull your spoon from your lips, your bedroom door swings open and there he stands.
Backpack slung over his shoulder, and his hair a bit damp from what you assume is from a shower.
He looks at you, trying to look irritated, but there’s a smile under it. In fact, it wants to show out so badly, that Dominic turns around, takes a deep breath then faces you again.
You burst into laughter, and it’s then he can’t pretend anymore. He grins so big his eyes start to crinkle, and he drops his bag to the floor.
“You’re such a prick for making me dig for my keys.” He starts, kicking off his Crocs, and tugging off his hoodie.
“Ah yes, I think I read something like that in the text you sent me.” You shrug, placing your bowl and spoon on your nightstand, knowing what's about to come.
Dominic nods his head and sucks his teeth.
“Mhm, so since you wanna be smart, you know what’s coming right?” He closes your bedroom door and gets into a running position. Your grin has yet to wipe off your face, and you scurry over to your side of the bed.
“Dom I swear.” You start, it’s a fake warning. You know it, and he does too.
“Too late.” Then he breaks off into a mini-sprint and lunges himself onto your bed. He makes sure to land softly, but sturdy. Landing right on top of you.
You scream and your arms automatically spring out and wrap around him. You lock your legs around his waist and cling to him like a koala. He laughs with you, pulling his head up to tilt it back, and you melt.
He looks youthful. Happy. Content. You’re own laughing slows, and eventually fades out. You can’t help but admire him in this state. He looks absolutely beautiful, and you can’t believe he’s all yours.
You unwrap your arms from his neck and bring your hands up to cup his face. It’s then his laughs simmer down. He’s looking at you, eyebrows furrowed at the sudden change in atmosphere. He sees the faraway look in your eyes, they almost seem to be glazed over and glimmering. You swipe your thumb over the apple on his cheek, and Dom softly smiles.
“You’re beautiful Dominic.” You lift a hand up from his face to his hair; raking it back before settling back on his cheek. “I love you so much.” You breathe.
The air around the two of you gets warm. Feels heavy, but in the way of comfort. His lips slightly part. He breathes out a laugh, and looks off to the side, shaking his head.
“God, what did I do to deserve you.” Before you can reply, Dom leans down and places his lips on yours. You gasp, but it doesn't take you long to recover. You kiss him back with fever, you press back with intention and pressure. It’s sweet. It’s languid, and it’s home.
You bring a hand up behind his neck and press him in deeper. There’s nothing sloppy or obscene about it. It’s intimate; a moment reserved only for you and Dominic. You could spend a lifetime kissing him. Having him wrapped in your embrace. This is worth everything to you.
To your dismay, he pulls away from your lips and just brushes his over yours gently. He kisses down your jaw, to your neck, then ends his trail on your shoulder.
On his way down he mumbles sweet nothings, expressing his love and admiration for you after each kiss. You have to keep yourself from drowning under it all. It doesn’t take much for you to want to be completely consumed by him. By everything that makes Dominic, Dominic.
He pulls back, and your hand goes right back to his face. Both your thumbs swipe at the x’s on his lids, and Dom sighs.
You unwrap your legs from his waist, and you maneuver yourselves under the comforter. Dom still lies on top of you, now in between your legs, head on your chest. You have him held secure in your arms, as he traces patterns on your hipbone.
Every now and then softly snapping the fabric of your panties against it. He leans down to place a tender kiss on your skin, then lifts up to leave one more kiss on your lips. It’s soft and heavy. You have to fight the urge to keep him there.
You feel his body melt into yours, when he goes back to your chest. His heartbeat begins to slow, stepping into rhythm with yours.
The soft scratching of your nails in his hair, your fingertips dipping inside the top of his shirt to rub at his back. It’s all so warm.
Whatever was weighing on his shoulders. Whatever was plaguing his mind. Whatever was being said about him, draining his mental and will to succeed in his work. It’s all burned.
Burned away by the warmth only you seem to emit. It comes from your lips when you kiss him. It comes from your arms when you hold him. And it comes from your eyes when you look at him as if he’s the sun and stars. And it’s all for him.
“I love you too.” He mumbles, leaning up to leave a kiss on the underside of your chin.
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Hey, is it okay if you wrote a story where Elliot fucks the reader in a bathroom while rue and Jules are looking for them? Thank youu❤️❤️
be quiet for me - elliot
pairing: elliot x reader
words: 0,8k
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight oral (fem receiving), elliot being a horny mess
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“Shh baby, gotta be -fuck- quiet for me, m’kay?” Elliot said breathlessly into your ear. He was caging you in as your hands grabbed desperately at the corners of the bathroom wall.
You nodded eagerly, pressing your face into the crook of his neck in an attempt not to make any noise.
Elli couldn’t wait any longer. When you had arrived at Jules’ house for her little birthday get together, you just looked so goddamn fine. His hand was creeping higher and higher on your thigh as all of you were watching a movie and when everyone was distracted with dancing and drinking, he had pulled you aside smoothly.
You were so tight around him now, as he fucked into you over and over again. His thrusts were fast and messy, and you were sure you’d never experienced him this horny ever. He near-whined into your ear, absolutely feral and head over heels for you in this moment.
“Elliot! Fucks sake, y/n! Are you fucking or something? We need you for truth or dare!” Jules and Rue yelled in turns, the sound muffled by the white bathroom door. No one knew you and Elliot had a thing going but he was too horny to be sly tonight.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned your name brokenly. It seemed he was the one that had to be kept quiet, so you placed your hand roughly over his mouth while pushing his head back so he’d look at you. His eyes were watery and pleading, and your hand over his mouth made his eyes roll back and his thrusts impossibly faster. You didn’t reply to the girls as they laughed somewhere downstairs.
Your other hand gripped the edge of the counter he had put you on. His absolute desperateness made you clench around him even tighter, coating his dick is wetness that might even seep onto the tile under you. A thin layer of sweat was glistening on his temple as his hands clawed at your waist, his hips never faulting. “Shit I can’t-“ you whispered, pushing your hips into his now to feel him deeper, faster.
He felt your muscles tighten and his hand flew messily to your wet, puffy clit and rubbed it quickly. Your hand grabbed his wrist and your thighs shook around his hips where his sweats were pushed down. “Fucking cum for me, please,” he ordered, before footsteps where heard outside the door and a loud banging. Horrible timing, because you felt yourself squeeze Elliot’s dick so fucking tight, felt a hot slickness coat him while your heart raced and soft lips were open in a silent moan. You came so fucking hard and Elliot was stunned.
He wanted to reply to Jules’ obnoxious, drunken banging but his hand splayed on the wall instead as he buried his head in your neck, biting down on the apex of your shoulder as he came.
“Two seconds. I- I spilled on my shirt,” you yelled out hastily, breathless and ragged.
“Sure. Just don’t get anything gross on my counter please!” She laughed. “I won’t tell though, I promise”
She smiled to herself before leaving you alone.
Simultaneously you and Elliot breathed out in relief.
“God I’m sick of hiding this,” he muttered from your neck. You pulled his head up by his curls to look at him. When you opened your mouth to ask him what he meant, he pushed his hips flush with yours again, his coarse hair grinding against your oversensitive clit. Your words stuttered over each other into incoherent moaning.
“Fuck I wanna walk back out holding your hand. Please?” He asked softly, breaths still quick and ragged. You felt your heart clench at his request and nodded wordlessly.
“Okay.” You smiled, gasping gently when he pulled out of you. You were about to jump from the counter when you heard the soft of Elliot’s knees hitting the floor.
“So fucking pretty,” he said, voice low and hoarse as his thumb swiped through your wet, slick folds. Your stomach clenched at his words and touch, and he leaned forward to take your clit into his mouth. He sucked carefully while looking up into your eyes, hands on your thighs. You moaned shamelessly this time, not able to look into his intense gaze as your eyes averted to the ceiling.
He gave you a few appreciative kitten licks before getting up and handing you some toilet paper to wiper yourself down. When you had thoroughly cleaned the sink, per Jules’ request, you walked out of the bathroom with Elliot’s warm hand in yours.
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A Silent Home | d.f
pairing: dominic fike x reader
summary: You come home to a quiet house.
warning: half a suggestive line(he gets cut off midway)
words: 336
taglist: none this time but comment if you want to be added to any future ones and pleaseeee send some requests!!!
a/n: heyyyy here's this little thing i wrote in my boredom. the summary is quite short but thats just cus its a short thing so i didnt want to give a way too much but tadaaaa here you go.
"Dominic! I'm home!"
Silence meets your shouts as you enter you and Dominic's shared home. He had not told you he was going anywhere, so you assumed he would still be in the house. You had looked down at the row of shoes next to the front door and none were missing however that still did not mean he had not left.
"Dom? Baby..." You say loudly as you walk to the living room and look around at the empty yet cosy living room. Decor hung from the ceilings while awards and photos covered the wall. Pictures of you and Dom during his tour, pictures of you with his family, and pictures of kisses shared between you two. A small smile covered your face as you took out your phone to text Dom while walking around the back of the couch to sit down.
Just as soon as you were about to sit, a small yelp came from underneath you causing you to scream and back away. A startled Dominic, who had been slouching on the soft couch and now was sitting upright, had taken off his headphones and looked up at you in shock.
"When did you come back?" he exclaimed.
"Um right now, did you not hear me?" you asked a little flabbergasted since you had previously been shouting his name.
"No... I was listening to some music..."
He then just burst into laughter which had you a little confused, seeing as you had just had the scare of your life. His butterfly causing laugh turned into a little smirk as you questioned what he was laughing at.
"You nearly sat on me," he stated.
"Hahahah. Hilarious," you say sarcastically as you make you way to sit down.
"You could've just asked"
"What?"
"If you could sit on my fa-"
A pillow hit him straight in the face which sent him careening into the pillows behind him. Muffle laughter erupted from behind the pillow putting a smile on your face as you joined him.
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Mirrors
Elliot x reader
Warnings: SMUT.
a/n: this was written so long ago so don’t be TOO harsh ignore any spelling or grammar errors this shit is actually so ass but oh well.
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The carnival was a big deal at east highland, more specifically who you went with.
So when you got a text from Elliot asking you to keep him company you cheerfully agreed. When you agreed to go along with him this was the last situation you expected yourself to be in.
It was now reaching the early hours of the morning so the crowd of people who originally where there had thinned out some due to curfews and the lack of things to do other than ride the Ferris wheel and few other rides that where there. Elliot had pulled you into the fun house fifteen minutes earlier which turned into a heated make out session in the mirror room since it had the most coverage from the outside world.
You could slowly feel his hands trailing up your skirt before he reached the hem of your underwear, Elliot pulled away from the kiss to shoot you a questioning look you shook your head in response as he pulled you down to the ground and situated it so you where now sitting in between his legs with your back to his chest and your legs spread you could now see you black lace underwear on full display in the mirrors that surrounded the two of you.
He hungrily pulled the fabric down and past your feet discarding of it he stared at the reflection of your now soaking pussy in a daze which was quickly broken by a whimper leaving your throat due to his fingers making their way to your clit
“all of this for me"
he muttered in your ear in a low raspy voice before dipping two of his fingers into your pussy resulting in a loud moan breaking the silence you reached your hand up to cover your mouth not wanting to draw any attention to what was happening as he thrusted his two long fingers into you at a rapid pace.
You could feel his dick hardening underneath you and a whispered praise left his mouth
"you look so pretty like this y/n”
your eyes slammed shut as a the pressure slowly grew you felt a large hand reach around and grab your chin
"open your eyes I want you to watch as I fuck you"Elliot uttered
You opened your eyes watching as his fingered thrusted into you at a rapid pace before coming undone on them
"good girl" he spoke
Before pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean
"you did so good for me" he voiced while pulling you into a sweet kiss as you smiled against his lips
"please tell me this isn't going to be a one time thing You questioned hoping the answer would be no
“Trust me it's definitely not." Elliot said crushing your worries as his lips formed a cocky smile.
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hiii, can I request something for Dominic like? just whatever idrc, ill be happy with everything
✶ number one fan — dominic fike x reader
SUMMARY: you're supporting your boyfriend while he performs on stage
WARNINGS: simp dom idk i love him
A/N: SOMEONE FINALLY REQUESTING FOR DOM!!!! he is my pinoy king BAHAHA hope u enjoy this one <3
the tour was coming to an end. almost three months of traveling with your boyfriend and his crew.
tonight was his last night to perform and the first night you won’t be watching his performance behind the corner and with the crowd.
“are you sure you wanna watch there? i don’t want you getting hurt,” he said, curls covering his eyes as he double-checked his laces.
you smile softly before putting on your lipstick. “i’ll be fine, i promise.” he stands up from the couch and wraps his arms around your waist, placing kisses on your neck.
you hum as he kisses you before he captures your newly painted lips for a kiss. you pull away quickly, a hand on his cheek, frowning when you see your lipstick smudged on and over his lips.
“dom, why’d you do that!” you act like you were upset but a smile was tugging at your lips as you wiped the stain off his face.
he proceeds to reach for your lips but you avoid it, making him laugh as you try your best to keep him away from your lips.
“baby, just—just let me have at least a part of you for everyone to see when i’m on stage.” he said, in between laughs. suddenly, he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you close to him.
he was peppering kisses all over your neck and jaw while he tickled you. “okay, okay! fine, i will please stop!” you managed to say in between giggles then he placed one last peck on your lips.
his hands were still on your waist and yours were now wrapped around his neck. you give in and kiss him longer than he did earlier.
when you felt his tongue in your mouth you pulled away, making him groan. you pulled him closer than you two already were and kissed his jaw down to his neck, purposely leaving a kiss mark on his neck that would be visible while he performed. you bite the skin gently before pulling away from him.
“there you go.” your arms are now on his shoulders and face him in front of the mirror before reapplying your lipstick.
dominic wiped off the stained lipstick on his face but kept the one you had left on his neck, treating it like an accessory.
during the concert, you had the best time of your life. some fans recognized you and took photos with you, you were able to see how your boyfriend’s music helped people and were able to connect with them through it.
it warmed your heart.
especially at this moment with the crowd singing along with him.
when the song ended, he was looking around the venue, his curls getting into his view.
despite the number of people there, his eyes still found its way to you. his energy immediately changed when he saw you, even smiling when you blew him a kiss from where you were standing.
he runs a hand through his hair, getting the curls away then walks back to the microphone.
“alright so for this next one, i made this song with my friend kevin which my girlfriend, y/n loves so much. i dedicate this to her. i love you, thank you for making everything feel so secure and for everything you've done in the past years." dominic says, smiling widely at you before he starts playing the chords on his guitar.
the fans screamed after he spoke and started playing the song.
you felt like the only person in the venue, locking eyes with dominic despite him being far from where you were sat yet he continued singing the song to you.
once the song ended, he mentioned you once again. "that was peach, thank you everyone—i love my girlfriend."
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guys should i start writing for dominic fike??
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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ WET NAILS (d.f.)
summary : in which you love gossiping with your rockstar boyfriend.
w.c. : 500 something
a/n : based off of this post from my old acc!
warning(s) : none, swearing?
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”and she had the nerve to act like i was the one with the problem!” you exclaimed, waving your hand around as you spoke.
you were currently sat criss cross on the couch in you and dominic’s shared apartment. he had his hand spread out atop a pillow you had placed in between you two. on his hand, his nails were all half-dry painted pink with various designs on them.
were you good at the art you were trying to do on his short nails? not necessarily.
did he still love it? no doubt.
he nodded along with the story you were telling, letting out a breath before saying, “yeah baby, she sounds crazy.”
a smile formed on your lips, glad he agreed with you and thought the girl you had been talking about was insane.
“right?!” you added, your eyes conveying your very obvious feelings about her.
“then she got her boyfriend to text me to tell me to back off, when i didn’t even do anything!”
this made his eyebrows furrow, a crease forming between them.
“if a guy’s giving you shit, babe, tell him to talk to me, alright?” he assured, not afraid of throwing some choice words at the guy.
”oh, of course, but it was just one text before they…” you paused for a moment, looking around as if there was someone who could overhear.
you lowered your voice to a whisper, despite the empty apartment.
“broke up because she cheated on him.”
your boyfriends mouth fell open, his jaw going slack.
“no way.”
you just nodded in an i couldn’t believe it either way.
“hey, are your nails dry? i wanna paint the other hand purple!” you grinned, your demeanor quickly changing.
the purple, sparkly nail polish sat on the coffee table with the rest of the bottles you owned. he lifted his hand, inspecting it closer.
“looks it,” dom said, placing his hand on the back of the couch, making sure nothing could hit it just incase it was still a little wet.
“great!”
you quickly got to work on his left hand, wiping off the excess polish that had slipped off of his nail. you finished shortly, after having to tell him to ‘hold still’ a few times.
after you were done, you looked across to him with a sheepish smile on your face. “do you like it?”
he looked down at his spread out fingers, a soft grin flashing over his own lips. “i love ‘em babydoll. you should really do this more often,” he complimented, adoring the look on your face.
you nod in satisfaction. “just tell me when that comes off, and i’ll redo them a different color!” you said excitedly, leaning forward over the pillow separating you two to place a quick kiss to his lips.
the boy instinctively moves his hand to your back to bring you closer, causing you to jolt away and force his hand back on the pillow.
“nope. wet nails,” you said, a teasing smile on your face.
the only response you got was a soft laugh.
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Bite | Dominic Fike
PAIRING: DominicxF!Reader
WARNINGS: 18+ (just to be safe), biting/marking (reader enjoying it), insinuating sexual activity
A/N: Thinking about a man unfortunately. *sigh* Might post a part 2 of this.
Him biting at her thighs was all she wanted right now. Her mind thought of nothing else.
"You ok there?"
She wasn't. "Oh yeah, I'm good."
He paused strumming his guitar and passed over a glance at her from his shoulder. "Fuck. He knew I was lying", she thought. He walked over and sat in front of her with a sly smile. He lightly hovered his hand over one of her exposed thighs.
"Why are you lying to me? Hm?"
She was growing warm everywhere. She tried to hide her nervousness. She can't even look him in the eye. "I'm not."
"You sure, sweetheart? Cause I felt you staring." He puts more pressure, now resting his hand on her skin.
She wet her lips before she spoke. "I was thinking about you...biting my thighs."
"You still think about when I did that huh?"
She nodded, still not able to look him in the eye.
"Hey, look at me." He said evenly.
Her stomach was starting to flip. She met his eyes, slightly panicking at how much attention he was giving her. He was looking at her with so much intensity. So eager to escalate the situation. He was squeezing her leg now, the pressure making her want more.
"Do you still think about me biting your soft thighs? Marking them and licking over them after I'm done?" He teased.
Her face was burning. "Yes, I loved when you did it."
He raised an eyebrow. "Loved it...do you want me to do that again?"
Somehow, she said yes. He nodded and positioned himself in between her legs. He inhaled the smell of her oat scented lotion. He growled softly and nipped at her leg. She gasped as Dominic sucked harshly on her skin. She loved the subtle mix of pleasure and pain in moments like this. She loved the feeling of his hair tickling her skin as he moved on from one leg to the next. The relief of his tongue brought - fuck his tongue. She thought it sounded quite slutty, but she loved how the markings looked later. Purple and red shapes of ambiguity littering her legs. She would look at them later, as if they were souvenirs of her time with him. Dominic muttered an obsenity loud enough for her to hear. He kissed her inner thigh and looked up at her.
"You smell fucking delicious. And you're getting wet. Fuck, I wanna eat you out so bad." He toyed with the waistband of her underwear, waiting for her approval. She nodded as she starting breathing heavier. Tossing the panties aside, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down. She yelped out of surprise. He leaned forward to give her a few quick kisses.
"Relax, so I can do my shit properly." He says lowly against her mouth.
She did as she was told, deciding to lay back and stare up at the ceiling. She wouldn't be able to relax if she kept looking at him. He hooks her legs over his shoulders, making sure he has a grip on her hips.
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actress y/n instagram au 💋🎬
hii i’ve never really done this before but i thought i’d give it a go!
y/i/n
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y/i/n what the past couple weeks on set looked like if u care ;)
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y/nfan40 i can’t wait to see u in season 3!
y/nfan04 you are everything
alexademie 🤍
euphoriafan04 who is she
xoxoy/n11 i’m so proud of you !!
euphoria welcome to the family
dominicfike guy on the last slide is hot
dominicfike added to their instagram story
y/i/n added to their instagram story
y/i/n
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y/i/n from my digital camera
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y/nfan728 happy to say i’m her fan
y/nfan63 i hope she’s with dom
alexademie in love with u babe
euphoriafan111 why is no one talking ab dominic’s instagram story
xoxoy/n11 congrats on ur oscar nom!!
dominicfike pretty baby
user563 STOPP DOMS COMMENT R U KIDDING?? SOMEONE CONFIRM
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vanityfair Fans of Y/F/N Y/L/N are reeling from her latest and first Oscar nomination, the up and coming actress has gotten raving reviews from her latest role and sources say she’s given what might be the winter’s most talked-about performance. Tune in to Euphoria on January 9th to see what everyone’s talking about.
y/nfan728 y/n is actress of the year every year to me
y/nfan63 soo deserved
euphoriafan111 this is insane!! @y/i/n couldn’t be happier for you!
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baby doll.
model!reader x dominic fike
warnings - fluff, smut, hair pulling, oral, readers name is ana.
dominic was ecstatic. his girlfriend, ana, was in paris for her modeling career, dominic was around the world for tour. but for winter, the ‘dont stare at the sun’ tour had ended and ana was back in LA to spend christmas with her boyfriend and family.
they havent seen eachother since may 30th when they both left to go for their jobs.
but finally, it was december. ana came home to a christmas tree covered in lights and ornaments. she smiled and placed her two suitcases down. she walked to the room to find dominic wrapping some sort of shoes, most likely uggs.
“hi dom” she said as she smiled. dominics head shot up and he turned around. he smiled and tackled her. “ana!” he shouted as he lifted her into the air, twirling her around.
an hour passed by, ana was layed against the pillow, gripping dominics hair as his tongue lapped her throbbing clit.
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A Dare’s a Dare
Elliot x Reader
Warnings: Smutty smut smutt & also a try at some plot...pray he never sees this
a/n: whew...hey guys. long time no SEE! it’s been a hot minute & i’m so sorry about that. please accept this gift as an apology...i didn’t even mean to make this so long, & i definitely still need to make corrections, but alas, here we are. please enjoy & maybe leave a comment? i love reading your guys reactions/thoughts! :)
a/a/n: wait, also, can we talk about cochella? because i was SAT! mama’s boy is already my favoritee.
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One of the lightbulbs in the bathroom flicker as you lean down to sniff a line of coke off the porcelain sink. Then it blows out. You told Elliot weeks ago that it needed to be replaced, but as usual, his “I’ll get to it.” gets lost in all the other bullshit he spews.
Throwing your head back, you scrunch your nose and sniff. Not yet used to the burn.
Unrolling the five-dollar bill, you shake it out and shove it in your pocket. He left it in the bathroom for you anyway. You do a quick sweep around to make sure there’s nothing that can show what’s been going on in there, swipe the powder off your tight long sleeve, and walk out.
The music that was once muffled behind the door is now clear as you sway to the beat on your way back into Elliot’s room, Jules and Rue sitting on his bed with a joint between Rue’s lips.
“Ooo, that the vanilla backwood–” You start, then stop when warm hands grab your face, and your lips are pressed against another pair. It happens so fast that you barely have time to process it before the warm body moves away. You stumble and look up.
Elliot.
“That wasn’t 10 seconds,” Jules calls out, leaning into Rue. They’re going straight to hell if you have any say in it. Though considering the life choices you’ve all made from the moment you crossed paths, you’ll be right there with them. Elliot too.
“You’ve never really kissed a girl before, huh, Elly?” Rue mocks, lighting the blunt.
Elliot leans over and whispers in your ear, “Let me keep my dignity, and I’ll let you keep my five in your pocket.” Damn. Touché.
You shrug and nod, reaching to grab his face and pull him forward. You’re too high for this shit.
“Start the clock.” Elliot points, looking at Rue before meeting your lips in a heavy kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and pushes you against the nearest wall.
Your heart is going well over the average beat per minute, and for once, you can honestly say it wasn’t because of the line you just did. You’ve wanted Elliot since the day Rue introduced you to him. Charming, snarky, sarcastic. Qualities right out of your manifestation journal.
The both of you clicked immediately as if you’d been a past connection. Got even closer as the year went on.
You once considered confessing. Telling him you wanted the title of being his and him yours. But that long since died out the closer you became. You’d rather him a friend than nothing.
So every girl he's ever brought up, fucked, confided in you about, you sat there and took it. Shoving down what you felt and ranting it all out to Rue and Jules until you felt good enough to shove it down again. You thought you were doing pretty good, well, until now, since his hands are squeezing your hips and his mouth is hot on yours. You’re more than sure your pussy rivals Niagara Falls right now.
You know this is some fucked up dare on Jules's part nonetheless, and you really shouldn’t enable her, but fuck it.
It’s just a kiss.
So you melt into him, let your hands slide from his face, and rest one on the back of his neck and the other in his curls. You accidentally give them a harsh tug when Elliot pulls back a little to suck at your bottom lip while slipping a warm hand into your sweats to grope your ass.
At the same time you whimper, he huffs out a hoarse ‘fuck’ against your lips at the tug. You open your eyes and pull back just a bit to see he’s already looking at you. Desperation is evident on his face, and his chest heaving just as much as yours. His eyes dart back down to your lips, and you can tell he’s about to go in for another kiss. You just about meet him halfway until your drug-muddled brain processes that you both aren’t alone. The harsh shrill of Jules yelling out shatters the atmosphere.
“10!” You jump, and Elliot freezes, dropping his head onto your shoulder, as his shake with laughter. Unfortunately, the new position leaves you face to face with your friends looking at you with a smugness you want to punch. You throw up your middle finger.
“We literally yelled out 10 a good zillion times. You two were practically fucking in front of us.”
You roll your eyes and push Elliot off when you feel him start to leave soft kisses up your neck, afraid you might actually jump him in front of company if he keeps going. Besides, that wasn’t part of the dare.
“You’re so fucking horny.” You groan, sliding down on the carpet, still trying to catch your breath. Elliot grins and takes the joint from Rue.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t go out like that. A dare’s a dare.”
You grumble and try to ignore the ripple of hurt that rides through you. For a split second, you let yourself believe that maybe the kiss was of hidden motive. Despite it being a dare, you hoped there was at least some truth behind his touches.
Suddenly you hate your friends for the dare, but more so yourself for letting the strong wall you built fall the second he unknowingly dove into your hidden desire.
Your response was a bit delayed, a dry laugh as you reached out for the joint. Closing your eyes and letting your head thump against the wall after your pull.
Fuck.
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Time goes by, and your high eventually fades. Rue and Jules left when Jules’s dad began calling about her whereabouts. You stayed behind with Elliot, you two in the middle of a movie when your friends decided to go.
When the credits roll, you glance at your phone. Two am.
“Can I stay the night?” You ask, looking up from your phone. Your stomach swirls when you notice he’s already looking in your direction. Stare intense, and you wonder how long he was staring in the first place.
“It’s pretty late, and I really don’t feel like going home.” You know he’ll say yes, so you quickly text your sister and toss your phone.
“Yeah, sure,” He rolls over and stretches, “You know where everything is to shower and shit.”
You nod and roam around his room for a shirt and a clean pair of boxers.
“You don’t already have a hookup planned for tonight, do you? Cause that would suck.” You laugh under your breath, turning on his orange lamp. Your back faces him while you move around, and you notice he’s silent. Too long for a joke. Not even a scoff. You turn around and see him on the edge of his bed, hands running down his face.
“I stopped those a while ago.” You raise your eyebrows and shuffle in your spot. The air goes tense, and you don’t like it. So you try to shift it.
“What? Ran out of girls in the area?” Your smile drops as soon as it starts when he looks up at you in annoyance. A look that’s never been directed to you.
“No, I got tired of fucking people who didn’t give a fuck about me.” You’re immediately swallowed by guilt. You cross your arms and stop shuffling.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Elliot. I didn't mean it like that.” He waves you off and gets up to grab a clean towel.
"Mhm." He walks out to his vacant cousins' ensuite bathroom and slams the door. You jump in your spot and groan. Muttering to yourself on your way toward his bathroom.
You brush your teeth once you’re showered and dressed. His boxers rolled down to fit your hips. His shirt smells like him, and you find yourself bringing it up to your nose any chance you get.
Spitting out the toothpaste, you rinse your mouth and stare at yourself in the mirror. Eyes trailing down to your neck and remembering how Elliot’s lips softly moved up that sensitive part of your skin hours ago. You wonder what would have happened if you didn’t push him away.
Would he have kept going despite having company? Bite down? You shudder, shaking your head and gripping the sink. You've stayed over at his place before, but this feels different. Something is looming over the two of you, and you don’t know if you like it.
You give yourself a dramatic thumbs up in the mirror and walk towards his room. The orange light from before is off, and a dim glow emits instead. He turned on his string lights.
The ones you got him for his birthday last year. You smile to yourself and see Elliot cross-legged on his bed, rolling another joint.
He doesn’t acknowledge you, rightfully so. But it still doesn't make you feel good. You lean on his door frame and watch his fingers skillfully pearl the backwood. You know he knows you’re staring at him, but he doesn’t make a move to say anything.
Your eyes move up to his mouth, fixating on how he uses his tongue to lick the seam of the rolling paper. His eyes flick up while doing so and lock with yours. Your breath hitches, and you watch as he trails down your body before making eye contact again. You divert your attention elsewhere, clicking your acrylics against each other.
Elliot sighs, and you hear him place his rolling tray on his desk.
“You just gonna stand there or help me smoke this?” A silent peace offering.
You stay by the doorway, still a little unsure, watching Elliot place the blunt between his lips and lie on his back, holding his lighter out to you.
“Light me.”
You huff and push off the frame, crawling on his bed and taking a seat on his window seal. The square cut out big enough for you to comfortably sit in. You grab the lighter from his hands and spark it, leaning forward to light his spliff.
“Elliot, I’m—” Once again, his eyes meet yours, and your words die in your throat. You’re closer to him than before. His curls are still damp and loose, framing his face. Skin soft and dewy from skincare, and the amber glow from the flame.
He’s so fucking beautiful. Being this close, your thumbs itch to rub over his apple tattoo; then over his eyebrows, then gently use the pad to pull down his plump bottom lip to watch it bounce back into place.
They’re loosely holding on to the vanilla backwood, pink and soft. You want to kiss him again. Taste the flavored remnant that undoubtedly coats his lips the longer the joint sits there.
Elliot shuffles, and you snap out of your revere, clearing your throat. You quickly light his joint as you feel the lighter wheel heat up under your thumb. Then continue your apology.
“I'm really sorry for earlier. What I said was fucked up.”
“Yeah, you think?” He’s being sarcastic, but once again, deserved.
“At least the sex you’ve had meant something. They don’t just fuck off after.” Elliot takes a long pull and hands it over to you.
“Who would’ve thought me, of all people, craved intimacy during and after a fuck.” He gives a dry laugh and blows out.
“Eh, I wouldn’t say that.” Elliot looks over at you. “The guys I fucked were only interested in me for that reason. A fuck.” After a pull, you let your head rest against the wall, “Led me to believe it would be something more, then left with a half-assed sentiment once I gave them what they really wanted. Never even cummed for a guy.”
You shrug, then blow out the smoke before continuing. “So I guess we’re on the same boat then, huh?”
You look over at Elliot, his face unreadable. Silence falls over you both like a thick blanket as you pass the joint between each other. You let him get the last hit, holding it out for him lean up and take a pull.
He crosses his legs and puts his hands behind his head, eyes lidded and red as he watches you snuff out the blunt and toss it out the window. You suppose your eyes don’t look too far off from that too.
His voice, although soft, jumps you out of the silence.
“You’re more than just a fuck.” You suddenly find it hard to breathe.
“You too, Elliot.” You whisper, scared to break the atmosphere you two have made. He’s quiet for a moment before continuing.
“I wouldn’t treat you that way. At least with me, you’d cum.”
Your heart damn near stops, and you inhale at his words. He reaches a hand out to your ankle; the pads of his fingertips cool as they rub at the warm skin over the bone. Mindlessly playing with your anklet, you shiver as his hand moves to caress your calf.
He shuffles closer to you, and your thighs quiver at the new tension. You can’t process what’s happening anymore. What’s real, and what’s fake.
Being high blinds the practicalness you usually have when it comes to Elliot, making everything regarding him, sugar-coated. Elliot’s processing through your brain like he’s a wad of sugary cotton candy, and you’re feigning for it bad.
It’s why you feel your body mindlessly moving on its own as you climb down from his window and over to him. You straddle his hips, and his hands slide under your shirt like clockwork.
He’s close enough to where his breath fans over your lips, he’s focused on them until he catches your gaze. “I know I can give you what you need.”
You nod, letting out a shaky breath when your clothed clit barely rubs at his dick, poking under his sweats. His body reacts to prove his words right.
“So, please, can I make you cum?” He doesn’t need to ask twice.
“God, yes, Elliot.” And just like earlier, his lips are on yours. It has your pussy puddled in seconds. It’s slow, wet, and sounds lewd even in your ears.
Just as you guessed, there’s a faint taste of vanilla, and it has you whimpering. Your moans filter in soon after when he grabs your hips and pulls them down, pussy rubbing against his hard-on.
He’s harder than earlier, and it feels too good; it has you jolting up. His groan is guttural, sending spikes of pleasure through you like no other. You swallow the sound and let him flip you both over.
“Wanted this for so fucking long.” He breathes, leaving kisses down your neck. You don’t know what to say. Still not comprehending this is happening, let alone someone you’ve been yearning for admitting that he has been too.
He moves back to yank off his shirt, and you’re whining out to him before you can stop yourself. Needing him back against you. Elliot chuckles at your neediness, returning for a kiss that barely leaves you in touch with reality.
“Take this off for me?” He whispers, tugging on your shirt. You pull it off and bring him back down, his hands running over your newly exposed skin. Fingers brushing over your tits.
“Can I?” His voice is strained, composure just short of being lost.
“Yeah.” You breathe, feeling him kiss down your chest until his warm mouth suctions onto your nipple.
You curse out and arch off the bed, running a hand through his hair and gripping it hard. He groans against you, his dick pressing harder against your thigh as he ruts himself into your soft skin. Desperate for friction.
You don’t realize how much he’s getting off to this until you bring yourself to look down and see his eyes closed. His lips suctioned around your right nipple, his fingers rolling the bud of the left one. He’s in a state of bliss, so lost in himself. He pops off and moves to the other, tongue flicking over your nipple in a way you wish was on your clit.
“Elliot, please.” You whine, pussy gushing yet again when you feel him grind harder at you saying his name.
“Please, what?” He moves off your nipple and lays his head on your stomach. Looking up at you while his fingers replace where his mouth once was.
“Need you.” You can’t say it; you won’t. You’re more than sure he knows where you want him. You can tell when you hear him huff a laugh.
“You’re going to have to tell me where.” You quiver when you feel his fingers rub over the drenched spot on your boxers. His boxers.
“It’s here? You need me here, right? You really drenched my boxers, didn’t you?”
“Yes, right there. Please, please.” You whine, unable to feel embarrassed. Not when he has you this worked up.
“See. Not so hard.” He muses, sliding them off and slowly pushing your legs apart.
“Fuck, look at you.” He whispers. “So pretty and so wet. Just for fucking me.” He looks up at you, “Anyone ever made you this wet?”
You shake your head. “No, just you. Only you.” Elliot’s in awe, someone like you all glistening and needy for him. It's like he’s on a power trip. “Can I record eating your pussy?”
Your mind is too sugar-coated for you to think straight, your trust and reliability around Elliot allowing it to be as such. A question like that from anyone else would have had you shriveling up in disgust. But with Elliot? You find yourself pliant. Ready to let him do anything he wanted to you.
“Your words.” He murmurs, his fingers pressing down on your clit to watch your juices spread.
You squeal at the pressure, “Yes, yes!”
“Good girl.” He feels around for his phone. You hear the start of the video and through lidded eyes, see him shining the camera flash on your soaked folds.
“Looks even prettier in the light.” You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or the camera, but your pussy visibly clenches at his words, and he chuckles.
“Can you spread yourself for me?”
He was going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it.
Obediently, you slide your pretty fingers to your cunt, and slowly open yourself up to him with your pointer and middle finger. You hear the sticky sound your pussy makes as you reveal your clit to him, the jewels on your acrylics glinting under the flash.
“Fuck.” He breathes out your name, zooming in. “Keep it there.” He says, reaching his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit.
“Elly!” You whine, thighs trembling. He hands you his phone without a word, eyes not tearing away from your pussy. With a shaky hand, you take it and position it so he’s in frame.
“Hold still.”
“Oka–Shit, Elliot!” You cry, his tongue flicking your clit before you can finish. His eyes are closed, lapping you up like he's starved. You want to close your eyes, too lost in the overwhelming feeling of everything, Elliot. But he told you to hold still.
So you look down in the camera to make sure he’s still within frame and almost cum right there. He’s looking up into the camera, right at you. It has your stomach clenching and pussy throbbing under his tongue.
“Feels so good, Elly, don’t stop.” You cry out. He keeps a hand firmly on your thigh to keep them open and brings the other to rub circles on your clit. He moves down and shoves his tongue inside. Tongue fucking you and eliciting the only sound he wants to hear from you.
You let out a moan so pretty it has Elliot’s dick harder than ever, and he falters in his movements for a second. Pulling back to leave quick, and messy kisses to your pretty fingers for holding yourself open for him.
“M’ gonna cum!” You squeal, dropping the phone to grip his sheets. You could feel it; you were about to snap. And you’re so desperate for it. Desperate to cum for him.
He pulls back for a quick second, “Come on, baby, you can do it. All over my face, come on.” Then he quickly flicks the tip of his tongue back on your clit.
You reach both hands down to grip his hair, “Yes, like that; stay there, stay there!” You cry, toes curling when Elliot does as you say.
That’s all you need. The white-hot coil snaps, and you scream Elliot’s name, cumming harder than you believed possible. Head thrown back as one of your hands squeeze the pillow under your head, the other still holding a tight grip on Elliot’s hair. Knuckles white.
Your legs tremble, and your chest stutters. Elliot watches it all in a daze. He didn’t know someone could look so fucking beautiful while cumming. You look dewy, a thin sheet of sweat coating your body. The woman right out of his wet dreams.
He did that to you, it was all him, and it has him moaning into your sensitive cunt. Causing your body to quiver.
“Fuck Elliot.” You breathe, pawing his greedy mouth off you and back to your lips. You taste yourself on him and sigh.
“So good. So so good.” He mumbles, moving to bite at your collerbones. You wrap a arm around his shoulders, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“Thank you, Elly, thank you, thank you.” You whimper, feeling so raw. So bared with him. You’re holding his face in your hand, overwhelmed with how he’s staring at you. Like you hung the stars and the planets. Like you’re wholeheartedly the only reason for his existence, and you almost can’t take it.
“Wanna make you feel good.” You whisper, reaching down between your bodies and wrapping your hand around his cock. He breathes through his nose and drops his head into your neck.
“Yes, please.” His voice is thick and coarse. You don’t respond, lining yourself up with him and squeezing his arm, letting him know to slip in.
“Fuck fuck.” Elliot grits out, as he slowly pushes, his hands on either side of your head. You gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your legs around his waist.
Once he bottoms out, you clamp down on him. He stays still, trying to pull himself together not to cum yet.
He feels helpless, losing himself in the heat of your pussy like this. Never has he been reduced to a mess like this before.
“Gonna need you to relax, baby, or I’m gonna cum before I get to fuck you properly.” He rasps. You pepper kisses over his shoulder and run your fingers through his hair. Willing yourself to calm down. You feel so full, the pleasure tingling up your spine and throughout your body.
“Elly, please move.” You whimper, desperate to feel him. He keeps himself buried in your neck, his grip on the blankets tightening.
You’re just about to beg again when Elliot decides to snap his hips. You choke on your words and lock your ankles tighter over each other. His pace is quick but deep, the tip of his dick abusing that spongy spot you can never reach.
Your walls flutter around him, so warm and soft, and he needs more.
He’s pussy drunk, panting into your skin at how you’re squeezing him in so perfectly, greedy to milk him for all he has.
“S’pussy was made for me, just for me.” He mutters.
You can’t find your voice. Eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth open as Elliot fucks you into the mattress with all he has. Your nails dig into his back, and he hisses at the sting.
You find yourself gasping for air when he pulls up from your neck, his face flushed and his baby hair curling at his forehead.
“Kiss me, plea—.” You whimper, and he’s already moving to your lips before you finish. It’s sloppy, more a meeting of spit and tongue than a kiss, but you’re high off it.
You’re going to cum again, and Elliot can tell, by the way your pussy is tightening around him.
He can feel your cunt drooling, his precum mixing with your arousal, causing a creamy ring around the base of his dick, and the mere sight of it has him higher than he thought possible.
“M’ gonna cum. You gonna come w’me?” He mumbles against your lips, his eyes far away.
You nod, “S’close, Elly.” You grow impatient, moving your hips to match his sloppy pace.
“That’s right, fuck me back, baby.” His voice is hoarse. Completely lost in his lust and need for you. You feel it again, that familiar heat pooling; you’re right there.
It takes one more snap of his hips, and you’re cumming around him hard, eyes shut and mouth open in a silent scream as you cream all over his dick. There’s a ringing in your ears; Elliot sounds far away as he works you through your orgasm while chasing his.
“Cumming, fuck m’gonna cum.” He sounds like a broken record, but he can’t help it.
He’s so lost in the way you’re squeezing around him. So perfect and tight. You hold him as close as possible in your weakened state, making eye contact and fulfilling your thoughts from earlier by pulling down his bottom lip with your thumb.
“Cum inside, Elly. Wanna feel you cum.” And he’s cumming. A resounding whimper works its way up his throat as he paints the inside of your sopping cunt. He goes limp on top of you, kissing you up the valley of your chest, until he softly catches your lips in a slow and lazy kiss. So good, and thank you’s tumbling out his lips.
You feel hot, & sticky but can’t bring yourself to push him off. So you bask in the silence, your nails raking through his scalp as you gather your bearings. You feel yourself spinning, wondering where this leaves you two. If this is the end of your friendship. If he—
“So,” Elliot draws, looking up at you and unknowingly snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Wanna be my girlfriend?” You look down at him and can’t help the laugh that erupts from your throat. Light swatting his head.
Because, of course, this is how Elliot would ask. He smiles, content with how he can feel your chest rumbling under his head, and presses a kiss to your shoulder.
“Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend, Elly.”
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Making out headcannons dominic fike?
Making out hc’s
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Warnings: light nsfw that’s pretty much it
• I feel like he’s definitely the type of guy to be very gentle at first and make sure your comfortable with what’s happening
•as it heats up more I think he’d definitely have his hands ALL over you and I mean everywhere.
•I think he’s definitely into neck kisses giving and receiving them but not hickeys considering his work and the fact he’s in the public eye ALOT
•once things get heated his hands AND mouth are everywhere
•I feel like he’s a big thigh guy so he would be grabbing onto you thighs or even leaving hickeys on them if it gets to that point
•I think he’s very experienced so he’d know exactly what to do to tease you and get you all hot and bothered
•the kind of guy to kiss you at a red light in the car
•if your making out and your straddling him he’s fs going to be grabbing on your hips and grinding into you or if he’s more on top I think he would pull you up into him
•it’s very intimate and sweet
authors note: SORRY THIS IS SHORT AND LITERALLY ASS BUT IVE BEEN GOING THRU IT AS OF LATE AND IM RLLY JS TRYING TO GET SMTHING OUT THERE PLEASE SEND REQUESTS TO MOTIVATE ME 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
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𝐵𝑅𝑈𝑇𝐴𝐿 : 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: elliot x fem!reader
𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: in which the emancipation of jules’ cousin goes off the rails once she meets a certain boy.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: suicidal/unstable reader, talks about divorce, characters in peril (this will be a slowburn fic and elliot will do stupid shit in this, just like in the show lol)
𝗔/𝗡: this is just the beginning!! we are gonna be doing the entirety of season two and then some. this story IS A READER INSERT FIC and has little to no physical specifics, BUT reader is jules’ cousin in this! take it with a grain of salt as it only adds to the story and not to the character, so i hope that you all can enjoy!
y/n is a songwriter in this story! her song claims will be billie eilish songs ❤︎
this does not completely follow the season two storyline, and does have some differences and add ins!
DISCLAIMER: in this story, the reader has a history of depression and attempted suicide. if this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read!
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𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑂𝐷𝑈𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁
y/n was never the person she wanted to be and after reaching her breaking point, she ends up moving in with her cousin, jules. now—blindly thrown into a completely different scene of drugs, sex, partying, and drama— y/n realizes that living with jules, comes with a price. especially when the two girls end up falling for the same guy…
OR
“𝗠𝗬 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗠 𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚!“
“...𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚?“
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♫ 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝘆 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗼
the doors to the courthouse swung open as y/n tried not to fumble over her quickly moving feet, ignoring the calls coming from behind her. she could feel the tears start to burn her eyes, gripping the railing to the staircase as her parents followed after her.
i’m so insecure i think
that i’ll die before i drink
she tugged on the collar of the floral button up her parents forced her to wear, and sprinted down the stairs. everything in her life had felt like it was leading up to something. that all the bullshit she had gone through would be worth it, but in that moment, y/n didn’t believe that anymore. she crossed the sidewalk, full on running through the street and pushing whoever was in her way.
“y/n, wait!” her mother called, slowing down as she became more and more out of breath. her husband ignored her sudden stop and continued after his daughter, calling out her name. y/n was much faster than him, probably since he was a raging alcoholic and she had never taken a sip of anything harder than root beer.
and im so caught up in the news
of who likes me and who hates you
turning around to see how far behind her father was, she yelped at the sudden impact of a young woman crashing into her.
“shit, sorry!” y/n apologized, raising her hands up as the lady’s dog snapped into a rabid protective state, lunging at the girl despite being held back from the leash.
jumping off of the sidewalk, she continued running through the street and past the traffic. she ignored the countless honking of cars and continued towards the mall.
and i’m so tired that i might
quit my job start a new life
once she hit the parking lot, she held her hands to the knees of her dress pants, bending over and catching her breath.
“i’m not….built….for this much….running.” she panted, looking up to see a little girl and mother watch her, the woman’s arms filled with groceries. the once languid mother, was now clearly confused and maybe even concerned
“what are you looking at?! huh?!” y/n huffed, mocking them and turning towards the entrance of the mall, making her way to the big red bullseye logo.
she slowed down her pace, knowing that her parents couldn’t possibly be following her still. her shoes carried her past the countless aisles and customers, making her way to the back where the checkout line was.
a man who she hadn’t seen before, was working the register and watched as she cut in line in front of a little kid and his dad, multiple customers following after them.
and they’d all be so disappointed
cause who am i if not exploited?
“excuse me, yeah, yeah.” she cut the man off and looked the man up and down.
“you new here?”
“uh, yes?” he spoke with a spanish accent, obviously confused as to what was going on. y/n hummed and nodded her head before digging into the back pocket of her dress pants and dropping the keys on the counter.
“tell the boss that y/n quit.” she smiled, not even caring that she didn’t have the uniform to turn in. she was just done with everything, mentally and physically. turning to walk away, she stopped herself and spoke again.
“oh, and just a little piece of advice? don’t put the keys in your back pocket unless you like the feeling of little gnomes stabbing into your ass cheek.” the girl grinned, waving him off and heading back to the parking lot.
stumbling down the rows of cars, she stopped when she saw her dads. she knew it was her fathers car when she saw his head pop out from the front seat.
are you fucking kidding me?
“shit.” she spoke under her breath, bolting the other direction and once again, ignoring his calls.
i’m so sick of seventeen
where’s my fucking teenage dream?
her feet carried her once again towards the exit of the mall parking lot, before quickly skipping past the few cars that were passing by. she heard the confused chatter and honks among the vehicles, but waved them off and continued her sprint.
she picked up her pace once she reached the side of the road, the heel of her feet picking up dust from the dirt and grass she ran on.
if someone tells me one more time
‘enjoy your youth’ im gonna cry
she could feel the vibrations of her phone in her back pocket, mentally envisioning the amount of worried calls and texts she was receiving, but she didn’t care.
she lived a whole life doing what she thought was right, never feeling satisfied, but this—what she was doing right now— it felt right. it was exciting and scary, but deep down, she could feel that foreign tingling feeling that she had always craved. the feeling of freedom.
euphoria.
and i don’t stick up for myself
i’m anxious and nothing can help
she took in alive gulps of air, like she would lose oxygen at any moment. her knees were starting to hurt from running, but she liked the pain. the familiar urge to strip herself of everything had washed over her. she wanted to burn every item she had ever touched and blow away the ashes. if she had a pen and paper, she would have written a will, but this chase throughout traffic would have to do.
it was like if she destroyed all the evidence of her existence, it would be easier for her to disappear.
sure, her parents knew about her suicidal episodes and moments of pure adrenaline, but they could never sense it coming. she assumed they’d be prepared for it when they entered the courthouse, but clearly they weren’t since it was so easy for her to take off. as much as she’d hate it, she really should have been on a permanent house arrest.
“FUCK!” a man exclaimed, yelling at the girl to get out of the road. his car came to a quick hault, just a mere inches away from hitting her. her breath got caught in her throat as she realized the accident she could have just caused, multiple cars lining up behind him. she smiled for a second, taking in the view of the cars stopped ahead of her, before the ever-so-annoying ringtone of her phone startled her.
and i wish i’d done this before
and i wish people liked me more
grabbing the phone, she backed away from the cars so they could drive by. giving a breathless laugh, she waiting for the cars to speed up, tossing her phone into the traffic, watching multiple cars drive over it.
i fucking hated that phone anyways.
knowing that her phone was destroyed felt more freeing than she anticipated, picking up her pace again and putting a light skip in her step this time. she danced to the music that played in her head.
all i did was try my best
this the kind of thanks i get?
i’m relentlessly upset
you’d think that after being hospitalized nine times for attempted suicide, that y/n would have found a way to cope. something to drag her out of the darkness that she felt so enamored in, yet she hadn’t.
she pranced down the sidewalk, by a small store with flower pots outside of it and an old man in a blue cap, watering them. the hose was connected to a nearby fire hydrant and the man aimed messily, spraying a soft stream of water all down the concrete. y/n jumped in the small puddle of water, leaping out of the way of the fire hydrant.
they say these are the golden years
but i wish i could disappear
ego crush is so severe
it was ironic how y/n saw the beauty in life, only when she was mere minutes away from ruining hers. she’d only ever smile and genuinely mean it, when she would have her outbursts.
they all would start the same. she would feel suffocated, like someone had just stuck a helmet on her head, and her face would get all hot. she’d stand there, struggling to comprehend anything and ill to speak, before the anger would hit. the harsh red cloud would drag her out of whatever situation she was in, and would lead her to a pitch black demise of hopelessness.
it was the comfort of that familiar darkness that made her happy.
god it’s brutal out here
she was sick of pleasing everyone. sick of living a life for other people instead of herself. sick of watching movies and not being able to relate to the characters or hearing stories from kids in the halls about parties she wasn’t invited to. she was fucking sick of it.
she’d always felt like she was working towards something bigger, but time slipped from her fingertips and she found herself as a lost cause. all she knew was that if her life didn’t change sometime soon, she didn’t want it anymore.
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FLASH FORWARD 6 MONTHS LATER
rubbing the black shadow and liner around the corners of her eyes, she momentarily forgot about the makeup caked onto her face as her feet swiftly maneuvered their way down the front steps of the house— feeling elliot’s presence behind her. she bit the top of her lip, holding in whatever amount of tears she could conceal.
“y/n, wait!”
i feel like no one wants me
and i hate the way i’m perceived
scoffing and shaking her head, she continued out into the front yard. her arms were bare and the pink butterfly tank top she wore was loose around the edges, her jeans hiked up and flared at the ends.
she could hear maddy and kat call out to her, telling the girl to come back. “girl, come on don’t let this ruin your day!”
“yeah, y/n! it’s your birthday!” kat stated.
“y/n!” elliot shouted louder, after the girl ignored his first call, grabbing her arm and tugging it towards him. she halted, wearing her heart on her sleeve and looking at him.
“screw my birthday! what’s the point of even being here if no one wants me here—“ her hair flipped as she swung around when the tattooed boy stopped her again.
“now, come on y/n, you know that’s not true.”
i only have two real friends
and lately i’m a nervous wreck
“elliot, the only two fucking people who i’m actually friends with are rue and maddy. cassie doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore and it won’t take maddy long to leave me too— plus rue is gone fucking awol and everything has turned to shit.” she took a deep breath, “no one wants me here.”
sniffling, she let out a small whine and turned to leave again. elliot skipped in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders to make her look at him.
cause i love people i don’t like
and i hate every song i write
“you have me.”
“thanks elliot, but i’m not sure how much i fully believe that.” a tear rolled down her cheek and she let out a dry laugh, shoving him with her shoulder as she walked past him.
once she made it to the road, she glanced over to see multiple faces watching her in the window. closing her eyes, she tried to drone out all of the craziness that was piling up in her head.
“so what, you’re just gonna leave?”
“yup.”
elliot followed her down the street, a few moments passing before he spoke again. “you’re gonna leave—just not even pack anything or get a plan?”
y/n chuckled in reply, elliot a foot behind her and following her every move.
“just gonna run away from your problems, huh? how has that worked for you?”
“it worked pretty well until i met you.” she stated, her expression blank, not that elliot could see it anyway. she couldn’t see his reaction either, so she was oblivious to the way his face fell and heart broke at her words.
“what about the music?”
fed up, y/n turned around. “what about it?” she snapped.
“you’re just gonna leave it?”
“elliot, my songs are fucking garbage and it was stupid of us to even think that we could do something with it. all of my chances of succeeding in anything in my future, including a diploma, is out the window. i’m done.” she shrugged, turning back around and walking.
and i’m not cool
and i’m not smart
and i can’t even parallel park
“i have nothing going for me, elliot. my reputation is ruined and no one is gonna wanna be my friend after this, i’ve destroyed every relationship. i’m failing physics and i’m not fucking smart enough for honors history. i can’t pass my permit because i hit the goddamn gas too hard and can’t parallel park without spending hours trying to do it—“
“so what?!” he waved his arms up, noticing the girls feet stop walking and he stopped as well. he waited for her to turn to face him, and she did. her makeup was smudged and her eyes looked lost. everything about her was like a nightmare taking form in front of his eyes, and yet she was still gorgeous to him.
but god, did he hate seeing her like this.
“you don’t need to keep running anymore, y/n.”
“you sure about that?”
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FLASHBACK SIX MONTHS
she made her way back to her place, after running multiple blocks and almost twisting her ankle— she was thankful that the courthouse was nearby her house. her plan was to pack up as much shit as possible and take it with her to a bus stop. what would happen after that? she had no idea. all she knew was that she was done with everything and refused to live another day of this life.
the only flaw in her plan was that she didn’t expect her parents to be there, standing on the porch, waiting for her. she assumed that they’d drive around some more in hopes of finding her and talking her out of whatever y/n was planning.
“fuck.” she swore under her breath, turning to run when her dads voice stopped her. she silently thanked him for speaking up, knowing that her legs were too sore to stand, let alone keep running.
got a broken ego broken heart
“y/n!”
“what?!” she whimpered, wanting the day to just end already.
“it’s gonna be okay. you aren’t gonna be staying here.” her dads words caught her off guard, and she looked over at her moms reaction to see if it was some kind of joke but her mother just nodded.
“what do you mean?” she looked at her mother, watching her adjust her blouse before walking down the steps towards her.
“remember your cousin jules?”
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