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i see ur requests and i promise i will get to them!!! i’ve been goofing around and i need to lock in on writing. i will probably have some up tonight 🖤🖤🖤

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i don't even know how to continue yeah, i said it

i'm intimidated by doms character and i'm the one fkn writing it lmfao

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clingy // luca hall

summary: finals week seems to take a toll on y/n and luca’s relationship.

warnings: none!

a/n: a bit of a short one but hope yall enjoy 🖤🖤

luca and i had been together for about 4 months now. things were going great, we hardly got into arguments, the sex was good and our friends seemed to support our relationship.

as finals week for fall semester had been approaching, luca and i have been too busy to see each other. it didn’t entirely bother me because we had a reason for the distance, but it sure did seem to bother luca.

i was working on some designs at this workshop on campus when i had gotten a text message from luca.

>yo

since the message seemed to have no urgency attached to it, i decided it was best to respond after my workshop.

it was a couple hours later, i was finally set to go home for the day. i walk out of the class and start walking back to my dorm, i decided to text luca back.

> hi, sorry i was rlly busy today

>can u come over?

i bite my lip out of anxiety because i knew he wouldn’t like the answer.

>i can’t, i have to study for my chem final

>u can’t study here?

fair point, but i knew we’d get distracted easily and i’d regret not studying for the few hours i have left to catch up.

>i think i’d get distracted

>alr then

i didn’t know if i liked that last reply but i was too in my head about this final, so i turned my phone off and started studying.

after 2 hours of studying, i hear a bang at my door. i jump in my seat, taking my headphones off. i go open the door and see luca, he doesn’t even bother greeting me before he’s walking in.

“hello to you too?” i snark, i can clearly tell he’s not in a good mood.

“why aren’t you answering my texts and calls?” he sits down on my bed and crossed his arms.

“i’m studying, my bad. didn’t think you’d be upset at me turning my phone off.” i shrug.

“you should have told me you were going to turn your phone off before actually doing it. i mean, it’s like basic communication.” he huffs out with his usual dramatic behavior masked by nonchalance.

i step closer to him, we’re knee to knee, except he’s sitting down on my bed and i’m standing, i look down at him.

i run my hand through his locs and lean down to kiss his forehead.

“i’m sorry for not letting you know before turning my phone off, that was my mistake.” i sigh out. maybe my stress was blinding me and making me act out of character, i would be mad if i was in his position too.

“are you done studying for chem?” he looks up with a slight smile on his face.

“not really, but you can stay if you’d like.” i smile back and kiss his cheek.

“i’d love nothing more.”

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yeah, i said it // d.f

summary: y/n was a regular at a sex club, dominic couldn't help but come up to her.

warnings: talk about bdsm, drugs, alcohol, sex etc. don't read if you don't like these topics!

a/n: kinda wanna make this a series cause this could be smth fun to write. also why is dom so sexy please explain

it was a saturday night. i was a regular at labyrinth, a sex club i found near hollywood hills. my once spontaneous decision became ritual, it was a routine.

i was in my usual corner, it was secluded from most of the chaos that took place in these types of establishments. the lines of coke, making out with someone you just met, taking your top off out of excitement.

i had rolled a blunt, i had my shades on to keep a low profile. it's strange acting low profile in such an extreme environment, but it gave me peace of mind.

i was feeling the effects of moon rocks i had purchased from this smoke shop i found earlier this month, i fully understand the hype. i take a hit and exhale, the cloud clearing out with time when i see a tall figure in front of me as the smoke dissolved.

i slide my sunglasses on the bridge of my nose to see who i'm looking at, the purple and blue lights penetrating my senses. i've seen this guy before. perhaps another regular?

"can i help you?" he was staring at me, there weren't any words coming out of his mouth, he's odd.

"no, i was just staring, isn't this what the club is for?" he snarked, theres a shit eating grin on his face, it was obnoxious.

"not exactly." i dismiss, taking another hit of my blunt before is speak again. "sit." i look at him, signaling him toward the chair in front of me.

he looks around, his hands in his pockets before he obliges. he speaks, "you know, usually, i'm not too keen on people telling me what to do, but i'll make an exception." he has a cigarette in his mouth, bringing a lighter up to it and lighting it.

the flame illuminated his face beautifully, it lasted long enough for me to catch a real image of his face in full detail. the blue and purple lights did no justice compared to the flame.

"you'll live." i take another hit, it's really hitting me now. i'm too far gone now.

"you got anything?" he asks, reaching into his blazer and pulling out a small ziplock bag. god bless the fancy attire dress code, it makes everyone look ten times better than usual.

"just bud." i take my last hit before putting it out on one of the ash trays next to me. i exhale and he's forming thin white lines on the coffee table in between us.

i watch him in his element. now, i've never been one to do hard drugs but i have been around them enough to know how erratic people could get. i hope he wasn't the type that gets hyper emotional-- that'd be fucking awkward.

i take my shades off completely, leaving them on the coffee table, i was starting to warm up. i take my coat off, leaving me in a bra and underwear with some skimpy fishnet tights, i'd been picking up on the type of attire people would bring.

people usually dressed up to the nines on the exterior, but once that coat hits that floor, it's like they raided a bdsm shop.

he leans down and snorts about 2 lines before he sits back up and leans his head back a bit, i'm sure he feels a rush by now. maybe we're on the same level of 'holy shit, i'm gone.'

he eventually makes eye contact with me before he speaks, "sorry, that was rude of me. would you like some?" he's grinning ear to ear.

"it's best i don't." i cross my legs, my heel close to the coffee table. i wonder where the night would lead with him, i knew for a fact he's here interacting with me for a reason.

he shrugs his shoulders before speaking again, "what brings you here?" he's putting his ziplock bag in his blazer again before calling over one of the workers.

before i could answer, the worker approaches us.

"can i get laphroaig, neat?" he looks at me, signaling me to order something. it was a type of look that could intimidate someone, i was no exception. i look at the worker before ordering.

"tequila soda, casa migos, please?" the worker nods and walks off before i look at him.

"i wasn't planning on drinking, but here we are." i sigh out, internally i'm praying i don't do too much because me and tequila are a bad combination.

"you never answered my question." he leans back on his chair, his hand on his lip, playing with it.

"i've been a regular for some months now." i answer almost immediately.

"doesn't answer my question, doll. let me rephrase. what are you looking for in here?" he leans in now, he's hyperfocused on me now.

"just curious. nothing specific." i reply, i was being honest. i wasn't one to tell the truth to strangers, but his energy felt like he was grilling me and if i told a lie, he'd catch me in it easily.

"curious." he leans back again, the worker bringing our drink and he quick to grab his glass.

i thank the worker and take a sip of my drink, this shit might be dangerous, i could hardly taste the liquor.

"what about you? why are you here sat in front of me, grilling me with questions? are you looking for something?" i take a sip out of my straw, maintaining eye contact. if we're playing games, i'm winning, bitch.

his jaw clenches before he takes a sip out of his whiskey and setting it down on the table. he speaks up over the semi-loud music.

"i think you're beautiful, gorgeous even. you're here for a reason, i can tell by your demeanor. it's cute, the way you're hiding your true intentions of being here." he shrugs.

am i that transparent?

i arch my brow, touché. i am hiding my true intentions, i guess it's out of fear of judgement, but if i really look at my reality. the whole point of labyrinth is to unleash your true self, so why the fuck was i hiding mine?

after a few moments of me staring at him, i speak up.

"bdsm." it's simple, i don't think i need to explain anymore. i was here for a sub/dom relationship.

he nods and takes a sip of his whiskey, he leans in. he slides his blazer off, his silk buttoned shirt now exposed. i guess we're both feeling the effects of the substances we've been experimenting with.

"there it is." he grins, i guess i really was that transparent.

"i'm assuming you're the submissive?" he questions.

"yeah, you could say that." i breathe out. i feel cornered, my power had been stripped from me and i thought i was going to win this push and pull game.

it was about 1 am, this was the time where the club transitioned from a social gathering to a full on sex club. i had experiences where i stayed until closing, but i always felt out of place watching people perform in front of me.

I grab a pen out of my bag and a piece of paper before writing my name and number on it. i slide it across the table.

"heres my information if you ever want to explore this." i put my coat back on and tie it up before grabbing my bag. he's looking up at me, a grin on his face.

"thanks for the drink, doll." i snarked, mocking him and the petname he had given me earlier in the night.

i walk out of the club, bidding my goodbyes to the staff and driving off to my home in west hollywood.

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smitten // elliot

summary: part 3 to crush! elliot and y/n end up going on their first date, but end up ditching the original plan.

warning: smut!

a/n: i fuckin suck at writing smut, so i'm sorry if it's ass. this is where this mini series ends unfortunately :(

if yall have any suggestions or requests, feel free to ask! love u guys and thanks for the notes and follows.

i woke up early the next morning and decided to give my appearance a bit more effort today. i'd straightened my hair and put on some makeup, i mean the makeup wasn't face altering, but it definitely helped.

i even brought out some shoes i barely wear in hopes elliot would see i can, in fact, dress myself. i drive in my car listening to melting by kali uchis, god, he has me whipped.

i've interacted with this guy several times in my life, i mean, i grew up with him. but this was a different feeling, i love that we're getting to know each other, it's exciting.

i go through my day in school pretty okay, it's not like my classes were super hard. i sat with bb, cassie and kat during my lunch, i knew if i sat with jules, rue and elliot today, i'd psych myself out.

i'm drinking my arizona tea when i feel a buzz coming from my back pocket, i grab my phone and see that elliot texted. oh shit!

>u look nice today

i blush and look around, hoping to find him. and that i do, i find him looking at me, rue and jules right next to him. they're too caught up their own conversation to notice elliot looking at me.

>thank u elliot, i appreciate it

>we still on tonight?

>yes sir

i smile at my phone like an idiot before cassie snatches my phone and looks through my messages, i hate her!

"give me my shit back!" i reach out for my phone and we're fighting for it back. she's lucky i was in a good mood, i would have beat her face in by now.

"elliot? really, y/n? he's like a crackhead." she laughs, giving me my phone back. great, the secrets out. i mean, it's not like i meant to keep him a secret from some of my closest friends, but i knew this is how they would react.

"yeah, well cassie, you fucked nate. wouldn't be surprised if you fucked elliot now that you know about him." i grab my bag and i'm storming out of the cafeteria.

that bitch! i mean who does she think she is? i thought to myself. i'm sitting on this bench outside with my arizona tea in my hand.

"man, fuck this." i say to myself and i'm out. i drive home and decide a nap was well deserved, it's going to come in handy for later tonight anyway.

i wake up on time to get ready for my date with elliot. i make sure to shave every hair on my body and spray, not exaggerating, 50 sprays of my favorite perfume. i shave my upper lip, i trim my nose hairs, i'm going in.

i get a text at around 5:46 pm from elliot.

>hey dollface, mind sending me your address?

my heart falls to my ass, it's finally happening! i wonder if he's as nervous as me.

>3100 riverside dr, txt me when ur outside my complex

i finish up my makeup and dance around for a bit, i annoy my cat and pray to God this works out.

i walk out of my room and run into my dad, he doesn't really talk to my mom or me anymore, so it was a shock when he did today.

"where are you going?" he doesn't seem annoyed or mad, it looks like it's out of curiosity.

"going out with some friends." i keep it short, it's a little awkward when someone you've been distant with suddenly starts speaking to you.

"no cheer practice?" he takes a swig of his beer while he's on the couch watching some random show in spanish, i think it was 12 corazones.

"nope." i speak out, exaggerating the 'p' a bit. i rock back and forth on my feet before i get a buzz on my phone alerting me elliot was outside.

"i'm leaving, dad." i grab my bag, hug my cat once more and i'm headed out. i see him leaned against his car, he's smoking a cigarette. i smile as i walk up to him, he reciprocates.

"hi" i say meekly, i fix my hair a bit out of anxiety.

"hey, you ready to go?" he throws his cigarette and steps on it and opens the passenger seat, signaling me to get in.

we end up at this restaurant not far from my place, it's a comforting atmosphere for sure. elliot had been showing signs of being a gentleman like pulling my chair out, opening doors for me, he's on his best behavior. it's cute.

i'm sat in front of him covering my face with the menu. i was in my head about what to eat because if we do end up kissing, i refuse to have my breath smell like heavy garlic and onion. i was choosing wisely.

we had barely talked, it's kind of awkward, which i didn't expect because we usually had great conversation.

"what are you planning on getting?" he takes a sip of his water, leaning back on his chair a bit.

"dunno, kind of conflicted on my choices right now." i put the menu down and copy his body language a bit.

"i'm not going to lie, i'm kind of nervous. thought if i was sober coming into this, i would be fine, i should have smoked a blunt before this." he chuckles, i like that he's being honest right now. it brings me comfort knowing i'm not the only one that feels nervous.

"i'm nervous too, it's okay. let's just pretend it's like two friends hanging out." i propose, we can't waste this time together being silent.

"okay, friend. how was your day?" he leans into the table now.

"it was fine. a little chaotic, but good. how about your day?" i lean in to the table as well.

"chaotic?" he looked genuinely interested, it's not like it was just to get in my pants. this is going well!

"just friends and family stuff that kind of... threw me off. but i asked about your day, how was your day, friend?" i insist on knowing about his day.

"boring. smoking, music, listening to jules and rue being annoying. same old, same old." he doesn't seem interested in talking about his day.

"you know, yesterday i sat with jules and rue during lunch hoping to see you." i take a sip of my water, maintaining eye contact. he smiles and looks around before responding.

"yeah, i got caught smoking in the bathroom yesterday. jules told me about you sitting at our table yesterday." he was playing with a napkin.

i nod before responding, "makes sense."

fuck, i hit a wall. what else do i ask? what do i say?

"why didn't you text me over the weekend?" i blurt out, fuck! why did i ask that?

he chuckles again, what's funny asshole?

"dunno, i was too high most of the time to pick up the phone and text you. didn't wanna embarrass myself." he shrugs.

i nod, kind of disappointing to hear but i can't really blame him.

we're silent before he speaks up, "this is awkward."

"yeah.." i say almost immediately. what do i even say after this?

i stand up and grab my bag before i grab his hand and drag him out of the restaurant. i drag him down the street and he speaks out.

"where are you taking me?" he's confused but amused, it's better than awkward. truth is, i don't even know myself but i'd rather do something spontaneous rather than boring.

"i don't know, wherever the wind takes me." he stops me. we're kind of in this random corner that's secluded.

"i'm sorry if tonight was awkward, i'm just nervous because i don't want to say the wrong thing and make you hate me." he confesses.

"i hope you don't think i'm that shallow." i reach up and play with his hair on the back of his neck, maybe it'll break the 'don't touch me' boundary.

"'course not." he denies this immediately.

he looks around before he kisses me. it's a bit unexpected, but finally, he kissed me.

it's a slow kiss, but it's a nice pace. i can taste the cigarette he had smoked before this, his hair in my hand and his hand on my jaw.

he pulls away, "wanna go back to my place?" he suggests. fuck it.

i nod and that's what we do. we get to his place after about 20 minutes of driving, the silence in that car was comfortable. it was a lot different than the energy felt in that restaurant.

when we get to his place, i observe my surroundings. it's boxes everywhere, his sheets messed up, a guitar on the floor propped up on the wall, an ashtray on the window sill.

i sit on his bed and i'm still looking around. he sits next to me before speaking, "sorry for the mess, i suck at keeping a clean room."

he chuckles and i shake my head, "nah, you're good. it's nice, it's like an organized mess. kinda looks intentional." i'm looking around.

we make eye contact, "can i?" he refers to kissing me. of course, dork.

i nod and he kisses me. it's more aggressive, it's passionate. it's like we're finally expressing what we've wanted since that night.

he places me on my back and he's on top of me. after a few moments, he changes his mind and places me on his lap. it's like i'm a ragdoll, it's kind of a turn on.

i decide to test the waters, i start grinding my hips a bit to see if we're on the same page. he tightens his grip on my waist and his kiss gets more aggressive, oh we're definitely on the same page now.

he pushes off my orange puffer jacket off and leaves it on the floor next to his bed, i'm left in a tank top. i, intentionally, decided not to wear a bra and i'm so glad i did.

he takes his shirt off as well and kisses me again. things are going well, finally. we found a rhythm and after about 5 minutes, he pulls away.

"can i take this off?" he plays with the hem of my black tank top, i look down at his hands and i nod.

"yeah," i breathe out. he takes it off and i'm exposed. i don't really feel insecure, i feel safe. it's a comforting feeling. he places me on my back, he begins to kiss my jaw. he moves down slowly, i don't think i've ever felt so turned on in my life.

he unbuttons my pants and you can see the black lace peeking through, it's like that set him off.

"i need to eat you out." he breathes out, i nod instantly. i smile and watch him take my underwear off. i don't even get a moment to think before my legs are on his shoulders and he's on me.

he laps at my clit, it's the right amount of pressure to get me going. i'm not very vocal when it comes to sex, but he pushed my buttons in the right ways to get a whine from me.

he sucks on my clit, it's aggressive. his eyes are closed, it's like he's in his element. his hands are around my thighs, his grip is rough and strong, i couldn't move my legs if i wanted to.

he spits on my pussy before looking at me in the eyes and licking me again.

"fuck." i whine out, throwing my head back. his fingers find it's way to my entrance and slips in pretty easily.

i moan out and pull at his hair slightly, my hips involuntarily push up against his face. he moans against me, his eyes are closed, it's like this isn't for me, it's for him.

he pulls away from me and adds another finger before he curls up and i moan out quietly. my brows furrow and my mouth flies open slightly, where the fuck did he learn to do all this?

he stands up and kisses me, his fingers still moving with a pace that has me going crazy. it's not too fast, it's not slow, it's a comfortable pace.

he smiles as he looks at me before he speeds up and my hand flies to his shoulder with a death grip.

"you look so pretty like this." he comments, i roll my eyes back. he chokes me lightly, my back on the bed. it's like the eye roll made him lock in or something because he starts to hyper focus on making sure i reach an orgasm.

he starts licking my clit again, his pace is quick. i felt my orgasm approaching, it was coming quicker than i expected.

"elliot, fuck! i'm gonna cum!" i urge him to keep going but he pulls away. i look down at him, his chin wet and he's out of breath.

"i want you to cum around me, think you can do that, doll?" he kisses me on the cheek before he takes his pants off. he's left in black calvin klein boxers, nice touch.

"asshole." i whisper, i fix my hair a bit before he takes his underwear off. i widen my eyes.

listen, i wasn't a virgin before this, but holy fuck i did not think it was going to be this big. i look at him in the eyes with a 'how the fuck is that supposed to fit inside me?' look.

"it'll fit, don't be dramatic." he pushes me on my back and grabs my legs to be on his shoulders. he chuckles a bit before he grabs a condom from his wallet.

"condom in the wallet, you're a whore." i joke, he laughs.

"i got them for you, slut." i almost moan at him calling me a slut, who knew a man calling me a slut would be attractive?

i think he picked up on this, he makes a mental note to himself. he rolls the condom on his dick and positions himself to my entrance.

he pushes in slightly and it's uncomfortable. it had been a while since i last had sex, so it was a bit jarring.

"you good?" he kisses my cheek.

"yeah, it's been a while. doesn't help when your dick is as big as my face." i joke.

"you're feeding my ego."

he finally fills me up all the way and i swear i could feel him in my throat. he was splitting me in half.

he rocks back and forth slowly, it was a nice pace to get me comfortable and adjusted. after a while, i decide we could speed up.

"could go faster." i whisper and look up at him. he nods, he speeds up and i lay on my back and get comfortable.

he moves my legs to be on his shoulder again and he hugs my legs before going faster. i moan out and arch my back. he was hitting a spot that had me unraveling. it was like he was made for me.

"yeah?" he looks at me, i clench around him and nod.

"yeah, don't stop." i moan out. i grip the sheets beneath me, his pace was getting more aggressive, more possessive.

"fuck!" he groans out and drops my legs before his face was in my neck. he starts kissing my neck, his thrusts sharp.

"you're my slut?" he asks. i nod immediately.

"say it." he demands.

"i'm your slut!" i moan out, he lifts himself up and grabs my jaw.

"again, say that shit again." he's focused.

"i'm your slut, i'm yours, fuck!" he slows down, but his thrusts are sharp. my head is thrown back. i wasn't going to last much longer if he kept up his antics.

"gonna cum." i warn, i was hoping he wouldn't pull the same shit earlier. he sped up again and his thumb was rubbing slow circles on my clit.

he nods, "cum on my cock, baby. go on." he encourages, i swear i almost passed away. his chain was dangling a bit, his curls were sticking to his forehead.

"i'm cumming! oh, fuck!" it's like the world stopped for a second, my ears were ringing and all i could focus on was my orgasm. i hadn't felt an orgasm so intense, no toy could compare to what he provides.

his thrusts become lazy and sloppy before he pulls out and rips the condom off and cums on my stomach. i'm breathing pretty heavily, he's lays right next to me for a second before he gets up and get's a rag. he puts his underwear on and wipes off my stomach.

he lazily puts a blanket over me and lays next to me. i don't even bother saying anything, i think my appearance speaks for itself.

he hugs me and puts his head in my hair before he speaks up.

"go pee, you're gonna hate me later if you don't." i groan, but it's true.

after about an hour of laying around, i decide it's time for me to get home. it's around 12 am by the time i leave his place, he drives me home and he gives me a loving kiss.

"don't be a stranger." i warn, half joking, half serious.

he smiles and bids me a goodnight and tells me he'd see me tomorrow at school.

i guess the 2 years of crushing on this kid was worth it in the end.

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crush, infatuated, smitten

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infatuated // elliot

summary: after kissing at jules party, y/n is in her head about things with elliot.

a/n: a part 2 for crush! there will be a part 3, i just really like the build up lol. i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. also thanks for the notes and follows, it really motivates me!

it had been 2 days, the weekend dragged on, it felt like he was watching paint dry. he had to see y/n. it was sunday night, he couldn't even sleep due to the withdrawls of y/n. she was like a drug to him.

on the other hand, y/n was confused as to why he hadn't hit her up yet. she wasn't much of a chaser, she was used to men chasing her, so why hasn't he texted her?

she spent her weekend with cassie and bb, all they seemed to talk about was things that she had no interest in talking about. she couldn't stand the way bb would blow vape smoke in her face, she couldn't stand cassie calling herself fat and looking in the mirror. she had to escape this reality.

it was now monday morning, y/n was in homeroom, scrolling on her phone with her head on her chin. she gets up to use the bathroom, conveniently running into jules.

"hey y/n" jules smiles and hugs her, which she invites and smiles against jules chest.

"hey jules" she pulls away and jules is smiling like an idiot.

"what?" the girl questions, she's confused on why she has a huge grin on her face, she chuckles.

"i know about you and eli." she laughs out and grabs her phone, pulling up a groupchat between rue, elliot and herself.

she catches a glimpse of some messages, some reading 'omg' and 'wtf', but the one that really caught her eye was 'i just kissed y/n lmfao'

i shrug. "yeah, we kissed." i try to make it seem as unbothered as i can on the exterior, but on the inside i was shitting bricks. i was scared if elliot changed his mind or maybe i don't look as good as i did the other night, maybe he'll change his mind now.

i mean it was the anxiety speaking, i'm sure he'll still like me, right?

jules snaps me out of my thoughts with a 'hello' and snapping her fingers in my face, i instantly react.

"sorry, what was that?"

"do you want to eat lunch with us today? i mean it would be entertaining to see eli's face, i know he'd be shitting bricks at the sight of you." she laughs out, leaning against the bathroom sink.

"uh, yeah. sure, why not?" no, no, i think we'd both be shitting bricks. we were both high when it happened, i'm not as bold sober.

on the other hand, it would help me escape cassie and bb, i can't hear them talk about kim kardashian again, so i agree.

"cool, see you then." she walks out, leaving me staring at the mirror. god, i wish i at least had a better outfit on today. i'm literally wearing a tank top and loose black pants, there's not much pizazz to it.

'whatever' i thought to myself and i go back to homeroom, knowing i'll get reprimanded for taking more than 2 minutes.

i finish up my class before lunch, my legs are bouncing up and down out of anxiety. i’m trying to convince myself that elliot is just a boy and there’s nothing to be anxious about.

all of this convincing wasn’t working because as i was walking to where jules and rue usually sat, i was close to walking back to where cassie and bb were and sucking up to the kim kardashian talk.

before i know it, i’m at their table. i sit down next to jules before greeting her and rue. i didn’t see elliot, he must be running late or something.

rue takes a sip of her arizona green tea and speaks up, “so you and elliot?” she smirks.

“oh, we’re just friends. nothing serious.” i chuckle, not because i thought it was funny, but because i was nervous.

i look down at my phone, 12:05. where the fuck is he? i'm looking around, making eye contact with a couple people, but no sign of elliot.

and to my disappointment, he never showed. apparently he got caught up smoking in one of the stalls, was taken to the principals office.

that was disappointing, but there's not much i could really do about these circumstances, so i try not to feel too sad about this.

i get home after cheer practice, i take a shower and i'm in favorite pajamas. i feel comfortable, though there was uncomfortable energy in my house at the moment.

my mom hates my dad and my dad hates my mom, so there's always yelling going on in my home. today was no exception. i usually try to ignore it, but today it was particularly stronger than most days.

i go to my room and put on some shoes before i'm on my way out of my small apartment, i hated living with my parents, they make me feel miserable and anxious. i'm crying in my car by now, which wasn't how i wanted the night to end, but hey, here we are.

i text jules as my first instinct.

>hey

>hi :))

>r u busy

>no why

>can i come over?

>yes of course

and with that final text, i'm gone. it was raining, i was listening to soft spot by jmsn, it was cheering me up a bit. i was still in my cheetah print pajamas with a jacket over my tank top and my claw slippers. probably not an appropriate outfit to be wearing when going over to someones home, but oh well.

i eventually arrive, i'm out of my car and knocking on her door. i'm looking at my slightly wet claw slippers, and i look up when i hear the door open. i look up and my heart drops down to my ass. elliot.

"hey" he breathes out, i'm in a state of shock. why was i like this over a guy, it's not like he's michael b. jordan or something!

"hi." you could tell i was still crying a bit, but it wasn't too noticable. jules comes in rushing from upstairs and is smiling.

"hey y/n! come in!" jules says as rue is on the stairs, looking at you and elliot, she was close to laughing. it felt a bit like ambush, but i wasn't even mad about it.

i walk in with my wet claw slippers and look at jules before speaking, "should i leave these here? they're kinda.. wet." i looked like a kid who just woke up their parents in the middle of the night, telling them they threw up.

elliot smiles and chuckles, he's amused at the sight. cheetah print top and matching capri pajama pants with a black cardigan with some claw slippers, funny. but oddly he found it sexy.

jules speaks up, "uh, yeah. sure." she's running up the stairs with rue and i'm left alone with elliot.

i'm taking them off and my bare feet are stepping on her cold tiles. not exactly ideal but at least i had gotten my pedicure earlier this week.

elliot is staring at me, up and down. i can feel him staring.

"you know, usually cheetah print is tacky, but you made it look.. good?" he tilts his head a bit.

"you know, usually grown out roots is tacky, but you made it look... good?" i mock and smile. we both laugh and i'm walking up the stairs.

he's behind me as i walk up the stairs, i walk to jules room and i see her with rue on the bed. they're smoking a joint. i sit down on her bean bag near her bed.

elliot sits on the floor near her window and is back on rolling a blunt, he's licking the paper and looking at me in the eyes. i make eye contact for a bit before i look at jules with wide eyes.

jules seems to find this amusing before she speaks up and starts talking about this assignment she had for her physics class. i kind of tune out her complaints and rue's 'that's crazy' and 'yeah'.

after about 30 minutes, i'm high from the second hand smoke, everyones gone. i'm taking hits from elliots blunt. elliot had moved close to you, his hand around your leg. i'm too high to even realize how close he had gotten. jules is singing and dancing with rue, so they didn't even pay you any mind.

i was still in my head from my parents arguing, so i was staring at a wall. elliot speaks up as he rubs my leg, "hey, are you good?"

i look at him and smile, "yeah, i'm good." it felt nice knowing someone did care for you.

rue and jules are making out in the corner and elliot and i look at each other, it's that kind of look that gives 'should we leave?' and i nod. i say bye to rue and jules, close the door behind me as elliot walks in front of me and we're walking down the stairs.

i look at elliot, "do you need a ride home?" i'm kind of an idiot for asking him that, i mean, i know he has a car.

he chuckles and looks down before looking at me, "nah, i'm good, y/n."

i nod, i was kind of hoping he would say yes and we'd end up hanging out some more, but then i realized it's probably for the best. he's still looking at me in the eye and i get a bit nervous, i found myself looking away and avoiding eye contact.

he grabs my jaw gently and speaks up, "look at me, dollface." he smiles, he knows he makes me nervous.

i do as i'm told, i kind of found it amusing. no guy has ever made me feel like this before, it's so odd.

"look, you're really cool and i vibe with you, i would really like to hang out with you, you know, outside of jules and rue." he's still holding my jaw, it's borderline a choke, but i'm down with it.

i nod, "yeah, for sure."

he smiles and lets go of my jaw before he presses a kiss on the cheek, it's kind of a smothering kiss. it's playful, one that you do to little kids you find adorable. god, did he find me adorable?

he opens the door and waits for me to walk out of it. i slip on my, now dry, slippers and walk in front of him. he closes jules front door and he walks me to my car in the driveway.

he opens my door and i get inside, he's holding open the door, his hand on the roof of my car. "drive safe, yeah? i'll text you tonight." he gives me another kiss on the cheek, this one is more sensual. he closes my door and starts walking to his car.

i mean, damn, i didn't know he would be so masculine. it's attractive as hell, i always thought he'd be the shitty boyfriend that would ask you for 20 dollars type of guy, but he's giving me the opposite vibe.

i was falling, and i was falling quick. i was only hoping the feeling was reciprocated.

i drive home, thinking of him. i wonder what his favorite color was?what his favorite song was? what was his favorite liquor? his favorite position?

i unlock my apartment door and it's pitch black in there. i walk to my room and slip right into bed. i check my phone-- there it was. a text from him.

>hey, u get home safe?

>yes i did, ty elliot

>when can i see you?

i almost scream out of excitement, where was this energy on the weekend?

>you tell me elliot

>tomorrow, 7 pm, wear something cute.

>when have i not?

>touché.

i go to bed happy, amused and most of all, horny. i wonder how the sex would be like with him. i've been dying to know since the kiss we shared on friday night.

[heartfike]

rewatching euphoria s2 reminds me how good of an actress zendaya is.. no words honestly

[heartfike]

turn the lights off // d.f

summary: a part 2 to light switch! y/n and dom went no contact for a bit, they can't decide whether it's time to turn the lights off for good.

pairing: cheating!dominic fike x latina!fem!reader

a/n: uggh i love this pairing so bad, it reminds me of my ex and i lmfao. if yall have any suggestions, feel free to leave them in my inbox! love u guys, thx for reading!!!

it had been 2 weeks since y/n had last talked to dominic. hundreds of missed calls, texts and knocks at her door and she ignored them all. it pained her to ignore these pleas, but it became embarrassing for her.

see, when her friends and family first met dominic, they loved him. as their relationship progressed and went through trials and tribulations, the love dissolved and turned into dislike. i mean, who wants to see their loved one get cheated on?

when her loved ones found out she was ignoring his pleas, it felt like a miracle to them. they were telling her to stay strong and to keep up the no contact, but deep down, she wanted to dig a hole and live in it.

she loved-- no loves-- dominic. though he wasn't her first love, he definitely was her greatest. between the fighting and fucking, there were sweet memories.

when they first started hanging out, he made sure she felt special. he even rolled with her favorite cherry rolling papers, he paid attention to small details, it's something she loved about him.

dominic was suffering without her, he was alone. he had stopped talking to his mom a while back, he kept in touch with alex and reed, but when someone was suffering as much as he was, no ones company can live up to y/n's energy.

he had blocked ashley and all the other girls he was entertaining due to sadness, something he realized he should have done a while back.

one night, y/n had finished her shift at her retail job, feeling fine. she had been picking up more hours at work to distract herself. she walks out and walks towards the exit of the mall, that's when she spots him.

her first reaction was to hide, but she looks around looking for somewhere to hide. she's not fast enough because dominic spotted her, it was kind of hard to miss her.

he was with alex and reed, they had to drag him out of his studio apartment. dom felt his heart fall to his ass, his ears seem to be ringing. he can't tell if his ears are ringing because of her or because his ears are finally giving out after 22 years of loud music coming from his earphones.

regardless of the cause, he's frozen. he looks at her and she looks at him, it's quite awkward because he doesn't even bother catching up with alex and reed. they're both kind of just standing around waiting for someone to speak.

y/n never hated dom, she didn't have it in her to hate him, so she smiled. she kept walking out after flashing a 'this is awkward but let me be nice to my ex' smile and holds in her tears before walking to her car.

she ends up in her car and she's crying with her forehead against her wheel. she bets she looks as pathetic as she feels. she looks up and sees him at her window and she screams out of fear.

she rolls her eyes and unlocks her door before he opens the door and sits in her passenger seat. she pushes his shoulder as soon as he sits down.

"you scared me, asshole!" she chuckles, tears still on her face.

"my bad, my bad." he chuckles back, it's something she had been dying to hear.

she looks out the window before he speaks up again.

"i miss you, i'm so sorry. i fucked up and i'm sorry and i realize my mistake now." he rambles, he was nervous. nervous of what she would say, he didn't want this to be their end.

"dom, we can't be together." silence fills the car, the air gets tenser as the seconds pass by.

she starts again, "you cheated, i've reacted in ways i'm not proud of, we've argued, we've said things that hurt each other. we can't just move past things and act like shit didn't happen.

"then we'll talk about it! we'll work past-" she interrupts him.

"we've tried talking! we say we're sorry and we'll do better, but it never happens. we both deserve better, not just me. we're bad for each other." she explains, still crying.

"i don't believe that's what you want. you wouldn't have opened the door and let me in here, you wouldn't-" she interrupts again.

"of course i don't want to lose you! you're like the love of my life, it's not easy letting you go. just because we can't be together doesn't mean i'm going to shut you out of my life." she was about to suggest being friends before he shuts it down immediately.

"bullshit. you think we can be friends? we'll end up back in each others beds, you know that." he spits out, now he's angry. not at you but maybe at the circumstances you both are in.

they sit in silence, staring out the windshield, avoiding each other. i think it clicked for them, they're not compatible.

he looks at her and she looks back, the sun is setting. he looks at her lips and she's looking at his, it's like they're begging to be kissed.

he leans in and kisses her, she kisses back, it's something that they knew would happen. they can't leave each other alone.

she breaks the kiss and shakes her head. "god, you always find a way to make me want to forgive you."

"so forgive me. i promise no more bullshit, we'll find a way to stay together. please?" he pleads, he's desperate for her. she's the only stability he's known.

his childhood was always rocky, moving from place to place, not having a father figure, seeing his mom in and out of jail, seeing her do drugs, it led him towards a dark past. he needed her for stability.

she knew this, she wasn't exactly stable herself. y/n went through similar things, it's why they're so hooked on each other.

"fine." she agrees.

maybe this time it'll be different.

or not.

[heartfike]

crush // elliot

song: crush by playboi carti

summary: y/n was caught up in superficial friend groups, elliot was caught up being a nobody. they knew of each other, but after y/n gets invited to jules house party, they get to know each other better.

pairing: elliot x popular!reader

a/n: i'm making a second part for sure, it will be smut :p i'm having fun writing these, so if any of yall have requests feel free to submit one! hope u guys enjoyyy

elliot. he was the type of guy everyone knew about, but somehow was still a loner. i mean he wasn’t completely alone, he had friends. he usually hung out with rue bennett and her girlfriend, jules vaughn.

while y/n was also known in their high school, she was a bit popular. she was still reserved, she never let anyone come too close to her. she secretly hated being friends with the popular crowd, full of superficial conversations and closed minds.

y/n and elliot knew of each other, they basically grew up together. same elementary, different middle school, but they reunited in high school. she always thought he was cute, but she always focused her attention on her creative projects and the wrong men.

everyone thought y/n was cute, i mean she was popular for that reason, as stupid as that sounds. it’s why most of the popular crowd had a lot of friends, it was because they had attractive faces.

one day, y/n found herself at this high school party that jules was hosting. she liked jules, she thought jules was cool. rue was always sweet to her, she got along with rue. she always did care for rue, especially after her overdose.

jules had invited her to come to her party, it was an invite she couldn’t pass, so she was walking past the drive way and into the door with her black kitten heels. she walks in to the house and sees random people making out on the couch, she sees lexi and fez talking on the couch right next to the couple.

y/n scans the room to see where jules was. she was avoiding her usual friends because she knows all she will hear is whether or not cassie should get back together with mckay. she was exhausted.

she walks around and finds elliot, he flashes a small smile at her. he was probably drunk, she thinks to herself. next thing you know, her feet are leading her to elliot.

“hey, y/n.” it was a cheeky hey, it was one she was used to by guys. it made her flash a smile back.

“hello elliot,” she mocks a bit, they both look like idiots flashing huge smiles towards each other.

“have you seen jules? she invited me.”

“probably with rue in her room, probably fucking.” he said, taking a hit of his blunt, offering some to y/n. she doesn’t turn it down. she wasn’t a huge smoker, but she wanted to let loose.

she takes a hit before she talks, “i’m jealous of what they have.” i exhale the smoke, some hitting his face. she’s leaning on the counter, facing elliot.

“i thought you were dating nate?” he grabs the blunt, taking another hit. he does a ghost, he was like a fuckin pro, she thought.

“oh, no. he liked me but too many red flags, y’know?” she readjusts her denim mini skirt.

elliot couldn’t help but looking down at her skirt, followed by looking at her long legs.

he’s still looking before he speaks again, “yeah i get you.”finally, he makes eye contact with the girl.

“what about you, elliot? you have a girl?” she takes a hit while maintaining eye contact, it was a game. every guy she meets is like a game to her.

“nah, broke up with her a while back.”

“cool.” it’s dry, but the way she said it, it was intoxicating.

“cool.” he breathes out, looking at her lips.

she doesn’t know if it’s the weed or the fact that she found him cute, but she kisses him. he reacts fast, he has her trapped between him and the counter she was once leaning on.

it was a bit slow for second, but as soon as tongue was added to the equation, it sped up. his kiss was aggressive, something she liked. his lips were soft, his skin was a bit dry, but it was warm and comforting.

she pulls away and giggles before she’d grabbing his hand and leading him to the bathroom. she finally was letting loose, it was like she found herself.

she finds the bathroom and pulls him in, him slightly tripping over his feet. she locks the door and she’s against the door. she moans slightly against his lips, she finds his hair and slightly tugs. he moves down her neck, she’s breathing heavier.

he moves her to the sink counter, he puts her on the counter. one of her heels falls off her foot, he kicks it to the side slightly and chuckles.

“fuck, i’ve had a crush on you since like third grade.” she chuckles, kissing your neck. cute, she thought.

“i’ve had a crush on you since sophomore year,” she chuckles and tugs his hair slightly.

he pauses and looks at her in the eyes before he laughs. he laughs in her face and she’s laughing right back.

“why didn’t you tell me?! god, you would have saved me from my ex, she was batshit crazy.” he grabs her hand and interlocks them.

“was scared of peoples reactions, i guess.” she shrugs and smiles. she looks behind her, finding the mirror. her lipliner was gone, she really couldn’t care less.

she turns her head back and he’s examining her. it’s out of love, something she hadn’t experienced. i mean, sure she had guys tell her she’s beautiful, sometimes even offer to give her money! but this, this was different. it wasn’t out of lust, definitely wasn’t out of hate, it was out of admiration.

she smiles before a shy smile appears on her face and he’s reaching for another kiss. it’s soft, slow and gentle. it’s a contrast to how it started, it didn’t feel rushed.

he moves down slowly to her chest, moving the strap on her shoulder and kisses her shoulder. he was hoping to fuck, but it kind of felt wrong for them to confess and then fuck the same night. he wanted this to be special because that's what he thought of you, he thought you were special. one of a kind.

he lifts his head up from your shoulder and looks in your eyes, it's like they feel at home when they look into each others eyes. she was so glad she came here tonight.

"listen, i know i have a boner, but i can't mess this up. i can't fuck you on jules counter." he laughs, he lifts her off the counter.

she laughs at his boner comment, i mean he wasn't wrong. she could see it and she bets it's as big as she imagined. she was looking at his jeans before she makes eye contact and speaks up.

"i can live with that. you have my instagram, text me elliot." she says before she's out.

he looks at her as she walks out of the door and he's smiling to himself. how did he manage to get a confession out of y/n?

[heartfike]

light switch // d.f

summary: y/n and dom have been on and off for as long as they've been together. they've been ride or die for each other for almost 2 years now, but their flame seems to be dying. is it time to turn the lights off for good?

pairing: fem!latina!reader x cheating!dominic fike

a/n: first fic lol. i'm a girl wit an intense personality, this how i would react if dominic ever try me like this lmfaooo. y/n and dom be so toxic in this fic, i hope yall enjoy >_<

it was a friday night, y/n had just gotten off her shift at this shitty clothing store at the mall. she was grossly underpaid, but secretly she liked it. she always had an eye for fashion and designing, so she enjoyed helping others with their fits.

dom, he was usually between jobs, but he had been working at this smoke shop, the one known to not id minors. he works near the beach, so a lot of high schoolers that were ditching were his usual customers.

they were at his small studio in naples, he was busy playing video games with his brother, alex, and his best friend, reed. he was sat at the edge of the bed, y/n was scrolling on her phone, laying comfortably under his covers. she heard a buzz coming from his phone, y/n was curious!

she sits up and finds his phone right next to his body, she reaches over and asks "who's texting you?" it was like his body went into fight or flight, before she could even check, he was already standing up with his phone in hand.

you see, y/n was understanding but boy was she a jealous one. not like he wasn't either, but she could handle the jealousy. in fact, she actually liked the jealousy. she liked that he cared enough to be jealous, she felt wanted.

dom was the opposite, he hated when y/n was jealous. he also hated getting his privacy invaded, it was one of the main reasons they're so on and off. y/n checks phones, she doesn't like feeling like he's hiding something. i mean she allowed him to check her phone, so what's the problem?

"nobody, it was my mom." he responds instantly, pocketing his phone and sitting down to get back on his game.

"then let me see, why are you acting like that?" she reaches for his pocket, his hand catching hers. he hangs up on the boys, he kisses her, she's on her back before she could even blink. it's a distraction, he always used sex as a distraction.

she pushes him off slightly, out of breath, she's not one to forget easily.

"let me see your phone, why are you hiding what your mom is saying?" she asks again, reaching for it again.

at this point they're playing tug of war for the phone.

"yo, chill out. give me my phone bruh." he's losing patience and he's usually very patient.

"let me see! why are you being like this?" she finally grabs it and has time to see the notification he got. ashley texted him a 'hi dom :)'

"who the fuck is ashley?" she scrolls, feeling a pit in her stomach. it's a feeling a girl never wants to feel.

"she's a coworker from work." he says, straight faced, with a bit of irritation. he was over this, he should have just kicked this bitch to the curb when i had the chance, he thought. though, he was the one always begging for her to come back and that he misses her. he couldn't ever let go, she's his comfort.

y/n wasn't an idiot, the fact that he thought he could lie in her face made her think dominic thought she was a fool.

"a coworker? really dominic? just like desiree was a classmate. you must think i'm stupid." she gets off the bed and she's putting on her sandals.

desiree was a past mistake, one he deeply regretted. it had put a huge strain on their relationship, but that's only because she found out. she was sure there were many more. i mean he is a guy from florida.

she's grabbing her bag, one that dominic got her on their anniversary. it was a coach shoulder bag, she had a polaroid of them in it. even when they go on their breaks, she never takes out that polaroid. she carries a piece of him everywhere she goes, that's how much she loves him.

he's already pleading with her to calm down and not to make a scene. wrong move.

"calm down, don't make a scene. let me explain, baby. i promise it's not what you think it is." he pleads, still having a composed demeanor. inside, he's shitting bricks.

"no dominic, i'm not going to calm down. we can't keep living like this, we break up and make up and go through the same cycle almost every week." she's walking out of his small studio, walking down the stairs to go to her car.

he's following her, still talking.

"here, here's my phone. go through it. i promise i'm not talking to other girls. just listen to me." he's trying to get her to at least hold his phone, but she's not having any of it. it's embarrassing for her.

he's blocking the drivers door and pleading with you, he bets he looks as pathetic as he feels. he doesn't like having to beg someone to hear them out.

truth is, ashley is a friend from high school. he doesn't find her attractive, nor wants her in the way y/n thinks he does. he was catching up with her because she's was dating his now deceased high school friend.

it was innocent, but the way he acted made it seem like it was the opposite. y/n was not hearing it, it was like he was a little boy being scolded by his mother, it was embarrassing for him as well.

he was sure his nosy neighbors were looking through their windows, he wasn't even paying attention to what she was saying, he's caught up on other things right now. fuck this, he thought.

"fine, don't hear me out, i'm done. fuck you." he's walking off back to his studio.

"no, fuck you!" she yells out after him and she's going into her car and slams the door. she speeds off, her tires screeching off the hot pavement. she was done.

later as they thought with their thoughts at night, they thought about each other. is it time to let go?