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skateordiebitch · 5 months ago

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I know you might or not might see this but can you do angst with Dom x reader likes the song enchanted by Taylor swift, where reader has been in love with Dom and everyone in there friend group knows expect him.

I don’t know, if you wanted to end them getting together or that reader finally moves on from him, where she’s brings the guy she been seeing to the friend group introducing him. You could choose or you want to end it a different way I’m okay with that.

ENCHANTED || D.F. x reader

'this night is flawless, don't you let it go i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone i'll spend forever wondering if you knew i was enchanted to meet you'

summary:

“Every time you smiled at him, every time he held you in his arms… it felt like someone was ripping me apart. And I hate it. I hate him. Not because of anything he did, but because he gets to have you in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of.”

you have been in love with dominic for years, yet he has no clue. but, the truth hits him hard when he sees you with someone else.

a/n: good lord this song makes me cry. like it has so many memories attached to it LMFAO. literally this song reminds me of all my old friends and exes... YIKES. but, nonetheless, i love myself some good angst and that is definitely this story! it's serving desperate and sappy dominic. bro is experiencing emotions frl. i'm really proud of this one!!!! anyways enjoy!!! ahhhh!!!!!! <33

You’d loved Dominic for years.

Not in the fireworks-and-grand-gestures kind of way, but in the quiet, soul-deep moments that snuck up on you and stayed. It was the kind of love that grew slowly, like ivy creeping over the walls of your heart, until it covered everything.

It was in the way he’d sit next to you on his couch during movie nights, always leaving just enough space for you to stretch your legs across his lap. It was in the laugh that erupted from him, wild and unrestrained, whenever you said something even remotely funny, and the way his entire face lit up when he did.

It was in the little things he remembered—the way you took your coffee (two sugar, a splash of oat milk), the playlist you always had on repeat, the fact that the sound of chewing drove you absolutely insane.

The kind of love where everything he did—his stupid puns, the way he’d ruffle your hair just to irritate you, the way he’d text you randomly just to say something ridiculous—became a permanent fixture in your mind. It etched itself onto your heart like a tattoo you’d never chosen but couldn’t imagine living without.

It was woven into the fabric of your friendship, thread by thread, until it became a part of you so intrinsic that you didn’t know where he ended and you began.

And everyone in your friend group knew.

They knew from the way your eyes always darted to the door whenever he walked in, lighting up the second you saw him.

From the way your laugh was a little louder, your smile a little brighter, whenever he was around. They teased you endlessly, whispering Dominic’s name in sing-song voices and nudging you whenever he so much as looked in your direction.

The problem? Dominic didn’t know.

And it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him—subtly, at first. You wore the necklace he’d given you for your birthday nearly every day, a constant reminder of how much he meant to you.

You laughed a little too hard at his terrible jokes, no matter how bad they were, and you always made excuses to hang out with him—helping him move, joining him on errands, staying up late to listen to him rant about his day.

But Dominic? He was oblivious. Utterly, maddeningly clueless.

For someone who was so quick to pick up on everyone else’s emotions, he was blind when it came to you.

Not once had he seemed to notice the way your breath hitched when he hugged you, or how your gaze lingered on him just a little too long.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Every unspoken feeling sat heavy in your chest, pressing against your ribs like a secret you weren’t sure you wanted to keep anymore.

Sometimes, late at night, you’d let yourself wonder—what would it take for him to see you? Not as his best friend, his confidant, his go-to for advice, but as someone who loved him so completely it terrified you.

But no matter how much you hoped, you couldn’t make him see.

And with every moment that passed, the fear grew louder in your mind: that he never would.

When Ryan came into your life, it felt like a lifeline, a much-needed opportunity to breathe again.

You met him at a local bookstore one rainy afternoon. You’d been browsing the shelves for something new to read, trying to distract yourself from the ever-present ache in your chest—Dominic.

Your fingers had just landed on the spine of a novel when another hand brushed yours.

“Oh, sorry!” you’d both said at the same time, pulling back with awkward smiles.

Ryan had laughed first, the sound warm and disarming. “Looks like we’ve got similar taste. That’s a great book, by the way.”

Something about his easy demeanor and genuine smile drew you in. He didn’t look at you like you were carrying the weight of unspoken feelings or hiding a heart that had been quietly breaking for years. He saw you, simply, without complication.

From that moment, conversations with Ryan came naturally. He was sweet and attentive, always listening when you spoke, always showing up in small, thoughtful ways.

He also remembered the way you took your coffee, text you funny memes when he knew you were having a rough day, and even surprise you with your favorite snacks when he visited.

It felt like a balm to your bruised heart.

Being around Ryan didn’t come with the endless cycle of yearning and disappointment that came with Dominic.

With Ryan, there were no stolen glances you hoped he’d notice, no nights spent overanalyzing every word, wondering if he’d finally understood how you felt. Ryan’s affection was clear and uncomplicated—no guessing games, no pain.

When he asked you out after a few weeks of casual meetups, you hesitated at first. Not because you didn’t like him—you did.

But a small, stubborn part of you still clung to Dominic, still whispered, What if he realizes he loves you back?

But how long could you keep waiting for something that might never happen? How much more could you take of loving someone who couldn’t see you the way you saw them?

So, when Ryan asked, you said yes. Maybe it was time to stop chasing an impossible dream and focus on someone who wanted you, who made their feelings clear.

Dating Ryan was easy, like slipping into a routine that fit. He’d call just to hear your voice, plan dates that felt tailored to your interests, and never left you doubting how he felt.

You’d go to the movies, share quiet dinners, and laugh over inside jokes that only the two of you understood. He made an effort to learn about you—the way you secretly loved cheesy holiday movies, how you always ordered the same thing at your favorite diner but liked to pretend you were considering something new.

For a while, you thought this might be what moving on felt like. Comfortable. Simple.

And yet, there were moments—small, fleeting moments—when you’d catch yourself thinking about Dominic.

It wasn’t fair to Ryan, you knew that.

But sometimes, when Ryan laughed, it wasn’t quite the same as Dominic’s laugh, the one that made your heart skip.

And sometimes, when he held your hand, it wasn’t quite as grounding as the way Dominic’s shoulder had felt pressed against yours during late-night talks.

Still, you told yourself that this was what you needed: a fresh start, a clean slate, a chance to let go of a love that had only ever hurt.

So, you gave it a shot, and brought Ryan into your friend group one evening.

The first time Dominic saw him, something shifted.

Dominic was unusually quiet, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with something you couldn’t quite place. He barely looked at you, and when he did, his gaze lingered just a second too long, his jaw tight.

When Ryan cracked a joke and made you laugh, Dominic’s jaw tightened. When Ryan casually draped an arm around your shoulder, Dominic’s lips pressed into a thin line.

That night, Sarah pulled you aside with a knowing look. “So… does Dom know about Ryan?”

“There’s nothing to know,” you replied quickly, avoiding her gaze.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Sure. And the way he’s glaring daggers at Ryan right now? Totally normal behavior for a best friend.”

You glanced across the room, catching Dominic looking your way before he quickly averted his eyes.

“He’s just being protective. It’s not that deep. It never was,” you said, trying to convince yourself as much as Sarah.

“Right. Keep telling yourself that,” Sarah said, smirking.

By the third time you brought Ryan around, Dominic’s jealousy was like a storm cloud hovering over every interaction, impossible to ignore.

It wasn’t just the biting sarcasm—though his sharp, offhand remarks had become an almost constant presence—or the subtle digs he let slip whenever Ryan spoke, disguised as humor but cutting just a little too deep.

It was in the way he carried himself, his entire demeanor shifting whenever Ryan was near.

Dominic, usually so laid-back and effortlessly charming, grew stiff and tense.

He’d find reasons to disappear into the corners of the room, pretending to scroll through his phone or busy himself with a drink, but his eyes always betrayed him.

They’d flicker over to you and Ryan, the look in them almost unreadable—frustration? Hurt? Something darker? Whatever it was, it made your stomach twist.

It wasn’t just jealousy; it was possession disguised as indifference, pain buried under anger.

The tension between the three of you was unbearable, the kind of thing that hung in the air and made every conversation feel stilted. Dominic’s comments became sharper, his jabs less subtle.

“Yo, Ryan,” he said one night, interrupting a lighthearted story your boyfriend was telling about a work trip. “Tell us again about that thing you do—what was it? Selling insurance or whatever?”

Ryan laughed awkwardly, clearly taken aback. “It’s not insurance—it’s consulting.”

Dominic raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the arm of the couch, drink in hand. “Right, right. Consulting. Super thrilling stuff, huh?”

You shot Dominic a glare, your jaw tightening. “Dom, knock it off.”

“What?” he said, all mock innocence, though there was an edge to his voice. “I’m just trying to keep up. Don’t want to miss the riveting tales of middle management.”

Ryan shrugged, clearly uncomfortable but trying to stay polite. “Not everyone can be a rockstar, man.”

Dominic’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Nope, I guess not.”

The moment passed, but the damage was done. Ryan excused himself to the kitchen, and you followed shortly after, seething.

When you finally caught Dominic alone later, the frustration boiled over.

He was standing by the counter, silently fuming as he glared at a can of soda like it had personally insulted him. His jaw was clenched so tightly, you were sure it was painful.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, what the hell is your deal?” you asked, crossing your arms, your voice more brittle than you intended.

Dominic didn’t even look at you, his hand still frozen over the can. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been acting weird,” you shot back, your patience wearing thin. “Ever since I started seeing Ryan.”

Dominic scoffed, the sound bitter. He finally looked up, meeting your gaze with an edge to his eyes. “Weird? I’m not the one dragging my boyfriend to every fucking hangout, am I?”

The words hit you like a slap. You felt your stomach twist, a wave of heat rising to your cheeks, but you couldn’t back down now. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He turned his back on you, the movement sharp and dismissive. “Forget it,” he muttered, voice low and tight.

“No,” you said, stepping closer, your breath catching. “I’m not letting this go. Why do you care so much?”

Dominic froze, his body tense, shoulders stiff as though you had touched a raw nerve. He didn’t look at you right away, as though he was debating whether or not to say it.

When he did speak, his voice was quieter, almost too soft for how much it cut through the space between you.

“I just…” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t trust him, okay? The dude’s a fucking loser.”

The words pierced you, more than you expected. You took a step back, but the ache in your chest didn’t go away. “That’s not your call to make, Dominic. You’re just being a dick for no reason.”

Dominic’s eyes flashed then—dark, almost desperate as he turned to face you. “Maybe it’s not, but it’s hard to watch you settle for someone who doesn’t even know you. Doesn’t know you hate rom-coms or that you cry every time you hear ‘Here Comes the Sun.’” His voice cracked slightly on the last word, but he quickly masked it with a frustrated shake of his head. “He doesn’t know shit about you. He doesn’t know he spilled his drink on your favorite sweater— He fucking chews with his mouth open. You hate that. I don’t know how you can be with someone like him.”

You blinked, thrown off guard by the weight of his confession. Your breath caught in your throat. “Dominic…”

But he cut you off before you could say anything else, his words sharp with frustration. “Just… forget it. Whatever,” he snapped, pushing past you to exit the kitchen, leaving a lingering silence in his wake.

You stood there, frozen, heart hammering in your chest, everything he had said hanging in the air like an unspoken truth.

You were torn—staring after him, desperately wanting to chase him down, to ask him what the hell all of this meant, but a part of you feared that if you asked, the answer would break you even more than the silence already had.

Maybe you had been pretending, too.

Pretending you didn’t feel the weight of his words.

Pretending you didn’t feel like the whole damn world was shifting under your feet as Dominic kept slipping further out of your reach.

You didn’t know what to do anymore.

But one thing was certain—you couldn’t keep pretending either. Not when Dominic’s jealousy, his care for you, was so raw, so real.

And with that, he walked away, leaving you standing there, confused and frustrated.

Later that night, after everyone had gone home, you lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as Dominic’s words echoed in your mind.

"You deserve someone who knows you."

You’d heard those words before, maybe not in that exact phrasing, but the sentiment was familiar.

Friends, family—even your own thoughts at times—had gently hinted that you deserved more than what you were settling for.

But hearing it from Dominic, the one person you’d quietly longed for, struck a different chord entirely.

Did he really care about you like that? Or was this just Dominic being his usual overprotective self, always swooping in to play the knight when he thought you needed saving?

Your thoughts drifted to Ryan, the guy who had walked into your life like a breath of fresh air. Ryan was... easy. He made sense. He was sweet, kind, and always seemed to know the right thing to say.

He didn’t keep you guessing or leave you wondering where you stood.

With Ryan, everything was surface-level simple—polite dates, casual laughs, and the kind of affection that felt like wearing a sweater on a chilly day. Comfortable. Familiar.

But sometimes, it felt like he was reading from a script, saying the right things because they were expected, not because they carried weight.

And then there was Dominic.

Dominic was chaos wrapped in charm. With him, nothing was simple. He could make you laugh so hard you couldn’t breathe, and he could infuriate you in the same breath. He wasn’t predictable or easy to pin down, but he felt more. Every word, every look, every touch carried an unspoken intensity.

Where Ryan gave you a steady, quiet affection, Dominic made you feel like the world was alive, like you were alive. And yet, being with him wasn’t easy—it never had been.

Dominic didn’t offer you the calm waters Ryan did; he was a storm, wild and untamed, pulling you under with every wave of emotion.

The difference wasn’t lost on you. Ryan loved the idea of you—the girl who smiled politely, laughed at his jokes, and looked good in a photo together.

But Dominic?

He loved the parts of you no one else paid attention to, the parts you didn’t even realize someone could love.

He knew you hated the smell of Bath and Body Works candles, no matter how trendy they were. He knew you always left the last sip of coffee in your mug because you couldn’t stand the cold, bitter dregs. He knew you cried when you watched the sunrise, not because it was beautiful, but because it reminded you of things you’d lost.

Ryan didn’t know those things, and you weren’t sure he ever would.

Turning over, you clutched your pillow tighter, frustration bubbling in your chest. Why did Dominic have to say that? Why couldn’t he just let you be happy?

You had spent years chasing after him, dropping hints he never noticed, loving him in silence while he dated other people, oblivious to what was right in front of him.

And now, just when you were finally trying to let go, to move on, he had to say things like that—things that cracked your resolve and left you wondering.

You closed your eyes, but all you could see was Dominic, standing in the kitchen, the look in his eyes when he said, "You deserve better."

What did he mean by that? Did he mean better than Ryan? Or better than him? Did he even realize how much his words had shaken you, how they’d made you question everything?

You didn’t have answers, but one thing was clear: no matter how hard you tried, moving on from Dominic wasn’t going to be as simple as you’d hoped.

2 AM, who do you love?

The question kept you awake, and the answer made your heart ache.

The knock on your door the next day startled you. You weren’t expecting anyone, least of all Dominic, who stood on your doorstep looking like he hadn’t slept.

“Hey,” he said, his voice rough.

“Hey,” you replied cautiously.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded, stepping aside.

He hesitated, glancing at the floor before meeting your eyes. “I need to say something. And I need you to let me finish, okay?”

“Okay…” you said, your heart pounding.

He took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “I like you. No, scratch that. I’m in love with you.”

Dominic's words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable. Words couldn’t even begin to form in your mouth. All you could do was just stand there, and pray that he starts talking again.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long,” he repeated, his voice cracking just slightly. “And I know—I know I’m an idiot for not saying anything sooner. I’ve probably ruined everything by waiting, but I couldn’t—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t lose you. I can’t lose you… Not like this.”

You stood frozen, your mind struggling to catch up with his confession. “Dom…”

He shook his head, stepping forward but not too close. “Please, just let me finish. I’ve been so scared that if I told you, and you didn’t feel the same, I’d lose you as my best friend. And then I saw Ryan, and it hit me—I was already losing you.”

It almost seemed as if he was tearing up— His eyes, welling with tears, but refusing to let them fall.

Your throat tightened, tears welling in your eyes. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I’m a coward,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Because I didn’t want to mess up what we have. But now, I don’t give a fuck. I have nothing to lose, and I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t drive me insane seeing you with someone else. I love you, Y/N. I always have.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, his words echoing in your mind. This was Dominic—your Dominic.

The one you had loved for as long as you could remember.

And he loved you too.

“You’re not a coward, Dominic,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

His brow furrowed, his gaze searching yours. “What?”

“You’re not a coward…” you repeated, stepping closer. “I’ve been in love with you too, Dom. For years.”

His eyes widened, the weight of your confession visibly hitting him. “You… what?”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping at your cheeks.

“Everyone knew, except for you. I’ve been dropping hints forever… And you never got the memo. I thought you didn’t feel the same, so I gave up trying. I tried so hard, it was eating me alive. That’s why I started seeing Ryan.”

Dominic blinked, stunned. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, you idiot,” you said. “Why do you think I wear this necklace every day? Why I always made excuses to see you? Why I always wear the perfume you told me you loved?”

Dominic’s face softened, a sheer look of something between relief and sadness. ““I feel so stupid. I’m sorry, I never realized.”

You shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, anymore. Now, you know.”

The tension in his shoulders melted, and a soft smile forming on his lips. “So, all this time… we were both just too scared to say anything?”

“Basically,” you said, grinning too.

He let out a breath, stepping even closer until you could feel the warmth of him. “I can’t believe this.”

You tilted your head, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “You’re kind of slow, you know that?”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling for the first time in what felt like days. “Yeah, well, you’re kind of impossible to read.”

Before you could respond, he reached up, cupping your face gently. “Tell me this is real,” he whispered. “Tell me this, us, is real.”

“It’s real, Dom,” you said, your voice soft but certain.

And then his lips were on yours, tentative at first, like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. But when you kissed him back, all the hesitation disappeared.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and it felt like every unspoken word, every stolen glance, every moment of yearning was pouring out in that kiss.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Dominic rested his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you like he was afraid to let go.

“So, what happens now?” he asked, his voice low and a little uncertain.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I don’t know. I have no clue. But, I guess we figure it out. Together.”

A grin spread across his face, wide and boyish. “I like the sound of that.”

And for the first time in years, you felt like everything was exactly where it was meant to be.

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bumblesimagines · 1 year ago

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look, the sex is great, but i don't want to get involved.

i don't feel that way about you.

Maddy Perez

look, the sex is great, but i don't want to get involved.

i don't feel that way about you.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

As much as he hated admitting it, house parties weren't a complete waste of time. Sure, half the time the only way to have fun was drinking until you were comatose and praying nobody caught the embarrassing moments on camera, but at least they were a good way at meeting others. (Y/N) merely had to wait for the party to really begin once everyone had a bit of alcohol or weed or harder shit in their system and were screaming the lyrics to whatever song the host put on, most often from a hip hop playlist full of songs about gangbanging or doing drugs put together by a suburban white kid who'd only ever touched weed once in their life. Sometimes, he'd wait around for Maddy and her posse to show up, wait a couple mintues while she pretended he didn't exist until the party bored her and she dragged him someplace private, but (Y/N) wanted to spice things up. After all, his father had always told him that 'men eventually get bored of eating the same meal everyday'.

So, after scoping out the scene at the little house party some random classmate had thrown, (Y/N) found himself being approached by a pretty redhead he vaguely recognized from 3rd period English class and only had to take a few sips of the spiked punch before leaning in to kiss her. It'd all been going well. The redhead whose name slipped his mind the second after she told him had perched herself on his lap, the pink lipstick she wore certainty smudging against his lips though he hardly minded. He geared himself up to ask if she wanted to head upstairs, only for his eye to catch Maddy making a beeline straight for him with her two friends tripping over themselves to follow.

He hardly had time to react before Maddy grabbed a fistful of the redhead's hair, a shriek of pain and surprise leaving the girl as Maddy pulled on it and dragged her right onto the floor. (Y/N) shot up from the couch while everyone around them moved out the way, making a circle around them and fumbling for their phones.

"The fuck's the matter with you?!" The redhead shrieked, one hand holding onto Maddy's wrist in a vain attempt at getting her to let go.

"The fuck's the matter with me?! Look at yourself, bitch!" Maddy shouted back at her, ignoring Kat and Cassie's pleading shouts for her to calm down until she finally released the girls hair with a forceful shove. The redhead grunted, touching the back of her head where Maddy had grabbed her before she reached for a nearby unattended cup and tossed it in Maddy's direction, drenching Maddy's miniskirt and most of her thighs in beer. A chorus of 'ooh's spread around the crowd, shining lights from phone's recording pointed at the two of them. "You dumb fucking slu-"

"That's enough, Maddy," (Y/N) coiled your arms around her waist before she could lunge for the girl and hauled her off, shoving his way through the crowd while she withered around in his hold, shouting insults and threats at the top of her lungs. Her nails dug into his hands, trying to pry them of herself while he searched for a door that hopefully led to an empty room. He found one by the stairs and opened it, flickering the night on and finding himself looking into the garage. Good enough. He walked in, minding the small step, and shut the door behind him with lock for good measure.

"Let me go." Maddy demanded and he loosened his grip enough for her to wriggle free. She staggered forward and looked down at herself, irritably groaning and wiping her palms across her bare skin in hopes of drying herself. (Y/N) exhaled heavily and took a glance at the back of his hands, finding red lines from her nails. He typically never minded scratch marks, but only under the right circumstances.

"What the hell was that about?"

"Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting you before you could fuck that bitch infront of everyone. I didn't realize you were into that shit, my fucking bad." Maddy snapped, letting out a huff and raking her hand through her hair, pulling strands away from vision. She murmured angrily under her breath when she looked down at herself again before fluttering her eyes shut and taking in a deep breath. "Whatever. Forget about it, okay?"

"No, no I won't forget about you almost ripping some chick's hair from her scalp for no reason!"

"You stick your tongue in her mouth for five seconds and suddenly you start giving a shit about her? Give me a break. She'll be fine, (Y/N). She'll have a headache for a couple hours and that's it." Maddy rolled her eyes and scoffed. "I didn't even hit her."

"That doesn't explain why you did it, Maddy. You were fine one second and the next you're trying to fight some chick you've never even spoken to before. What's your problem?" He stared at her and she refused to look back at him, instead keeping her head angled toward the tools hung up on the wall.

"Forget about it, (Y/N). Let's just... let's just have some fun, okay?" Maddy exhaled softly and finally looked at him, her heels clicking against the concrete floor as she closed the distance and slung her arms around his neck, her perfume invading his senses and maroon-colored lips capturing his. He grunted, grabbing hold of her hips and pushing her back. "Come on, (Y/N). You know you would've ditched her for me if I asked."

"But you didn't, Maddy. You cockblocked me by dragging around that damn chick and you won't even tell me why. You getting jealous on me or something? 'Cause that's what it looked like." (Y/N) pried her arms off his shoulders and stepped around her, creating distance between them. Maddy crossed her arms, head tilting back and another groan leaving her mouth.

"So what if I was?"

"So what? Look, the sex is great, but I don't want to get involved with whatever bullshit you've got going on with Jacobs, alright? You're a cool chick, Maddy. You're practically perfect. But.. I don't feel that way about you. I've seen you and Jacobs. You'll never let each other go, and that's just not for me. I'm... sorry."

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hotandfunnywomen · 8 months ago

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Girls of Euphoria: Zendaya, Hunter Schafer, Alexa Demie, and Sydney Sweeney

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euphoriashots · 4 days ago

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Euphoria - The Bennett Family

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k-wame · 1 year ago

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JACOB ELORDI The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon (11.01.2022)

#jacob elordi #the tonigh show starring jimmy fallon #euphoria #euphoria hbo #nate jacobs #euphoria press #beautiful men

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carm3n-carm3n · 4 months ago

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happy new year’s eve guys

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runawayolives · 1 year ago

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So for baby daddy Nate: when they are older and married reader can't handle anymore and they both fight she ask for divorce but the kid hear it.? Hope you write about this.

This isn't canon, I think.

This belongs to Baby Daddy.

"I think we should get a divorce."

"What?"

"I said that I think we should get a divorce."

"I heard you the first time."

The Jacobs' household was soaked in silence, the two young adults in the kitchen after setting their kid to bed. Nate was sitting on the armchair near the kitchen island, while she was cleaning the remaining of dinner. He stood up, walking towards his wife, invading her personal space.

"Can I know where this is coming from?" The faucet had been dripping for a bit, probably because it knew breaking the silence was its new task.

"I don't think we need to be married." Her hand was gripping a damp towel, hyper-focusing in a little circle of coffee from that morning. "We aren't a married couple, we're just two adults living in a house and raising a child."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Don't blame me." The circle was finally gone. "You were the one who married a woman who never wanted you." Their eyes met for the fist time since they put their child to bed.

"Don't say that shit."

"Mommy? Daddy? I'm thirsty." Both young adults turned around to look at the small figure standing by the hallway. The way they were gripping the doorway and their half hidden body proved that the child had been there for longer.

"Mommy will get you some." Quickly she turned around to fill a plastic cup with water. "Here hon. Do you need help going back to bed?"

"I want daddy to do it." Those big brown eyes were too hard to deny, making Nate walk forward.

"Come on, Jojo, I'll read you another story." He lifted his child to his hip, somehow still dwarfing the child, as if they hadn't grown since they were still a baby.

"Goodnight mommy."

"Goodnight, baby."

The staircase was full of picture frames of the young family, at the park, the zoo, on christmas. Endless memories that his stupid wife wanted to throw away because she was a quitter and a coward.

"What were you and mommy talking about?"

"Nothing you have to worry about."

"You were mad. Is mommy in trouble? Should she sit on the step?" Jojo was the most terrifying child Nate had ever met. The big eyes, the big cheeks and their calm nature made them look like a small victorian child that had seen too much. Jojo had a normal childhood, two parents that loved them, friends, and two set of grandparents that spoiled the kid a bit too much. Normal, very normal child.

Nate thought all the weird things that came out of Jojo were her fault. She burdened their child, he knew it. Jojo played like any other kid, Jojo had the same taste buds as any other kid. But Jojo asked uncomfortable questions and would stare at you for a bit too long, as if the five year-old was trying to figure you out.

She spent too much time raising the child, got bored because she's a stupid selfish bitch and decided to treat Jojo like an adult. Too many books, too many paintings and too many museums.

Jojo loved their mom, and Nate was envious. Not because Jojo didn't love Nate, but because looking at them proved what relationships between mother and child could be. Martha hadn't been present, she was home, and she picked him up from school, but his dad was the one in charge of raising him.

Seeing Jojo and Y/N somehow was the Universe or whatever entity rubbing it his face. You had the potential for having this, but you didn't.

The white walls of his kid's room were covered in little scribbles on the wall, something they hadn't bothered in correcting as long as it was only in these walls. The dinosaur lamp was still on, spreading the room in the light green light. Some story books were laying on the ground, and some books. Original versions of classics such as Little Women and To kill a mockingbird laid besides The very humgry caterpillar and The Giving tree.

During the walk up and the small back rubs Nate was giving Jojo, the five-year old had fallen asleep, long eyelashes tickling their cheeks. The toddler was set on the brand new ocean life bed sheets, their latest obsession, and immediately started hugging the handmade-crochet whale they had made with their mom's help.

After setting the kid to sleep and kissing their small forehead, Nate went downstairs. His wife was were he left her, this time with a mug between her hands.

"If you think I'll give you a divorce and let you separate me from my son, you're way stupider than I thought."

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