you're coming with me || dom x reader

ten

**okay so i know last chapter was the acoustic (bloody valentine), but i feel like it really set the tone for these next two chapters, so this one is for much much more badassy vibes 🖤

"and now performing bloody valentine, machine gun kelly with special guest, yungblud!" the girl then exits the stage before the lights go down. you and megan adjust yourselves.

the boys began singing and you couldn't help but be in awe. colson never took his eyes off of megan, just like dom never took a glance away from you.

he changed the lyrics, in my head...in my head, you're calling me your boyfriend what the f... right. it's an award show, can't say those kinds of things. megan gave you saucy brows and you couldn't help but blush. by the chorus, the two of you were up and dancing with everyone else. it truly was magical.

towards the end, during all the na na na's, the boys had more energy, more movement. you swore they'd already been over every inch of the stage twice. dom grabs your hand from the stage, serenading you with the last few lines.

colson got to announce best new artist: it was down to dominic and fucking doja cat; you weren't sure how. colson was practically shaking in his boots, hoping he'd call his best friend's name, but that wouldn't be the case, "doja cat." he kept a strong face considering he was still on stage; he was pissed. you applaud her out of kindness for a few moments before leaning in his ear, "in my eyes, you'll always win," you whisper.

he turned into a little kid once he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. you clasped tightly to his hand, "so how do these things usually work?" he smiles at your touch.

"well this one has a red carpet before and after, the after is usually more lively, that's where we'll let you get som pictures of your gorgeous self. and then we all go get a glorious serving of chinese for dinner." you two go through the catch-up plan before heading out with megan.

"okay so these things are usually a little crowded afterwards but that's fine. on the carpet, we usually try to mingle as the shoot pictures, don't spend too much time with one celebrity or paps might think there's a little 'sum sum'" you couldn't help but laugh at her remark.

the lights are even more blinding than before. with every second more you spent on the carpet, the more flustered you became, "just breathe, y/n! c'mon! let's take some bombass pictures." you and megan begin posing with each other, some giving fierce face, and others you two could help but giggle and cut up.

"dom! dom! over here," you hear one of them call; you look to see that same beautiful broken boy back in his leather suit all touched up... level the smudged eyeliner. he makes eye contact with you, letting you know it was okay to walk up, so you do. this was fine...it was all part of the plan.

the two of you grab hands and exchange looks as if you hadn't seen each other in ages and now you were about to exchange words as you whisper into each other's ear, but you weren't ready for what he was about to tell you.

he leans in, you can feel those plump lips softly brush against your ear, "if you'd let me, i'd like to take you in that dress back home." who the fuck was this? you weren't even sure of what to say, that familiar explosion in your stomach surfaced again, "i...uhm...uh..." you literally have forgotten how to speak. he can't help but laugh at your flustered state, "c'mon gorgeous, let's get some pictures," he grabs you gently at your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"dom! who's your date?"

"over here dom!"

"who's the lucky girl?"

"what are you wearing?"

"are you two together?"

so many questions. you honestly didn't know how to feel. he can tell you're becoming anxious, "it's alright love, just flash them that gorgeous smile," he whispers in your ear before stroking his thumb over the hem of the side of your waist, you couldn't help but smile.

"oh my god! that was...that...oh god!" you tried finding words to describe how you felt to the boys and megan. megan laughs at your shocked estate, "fucking awesome! right?" "yes!!" she passes you a miniature bottle, "what's this," you ask her.

"that is my favorite flavor of champagne, we're celebrating!"

"but...dom didn't..."

"i'm not worried about the award, y/n," he tells you, placing his hand on your knee, "my fans did so much more than give me an award, they gave me hope. we fookin did it tonight, the fact that the award was down to me and someone else, it's fookin fantastic!"

you gently pop the cap off the bottle as it fizzes just a little, taking a sip with the rest of them. it was chilled, smooth, and it wasn't as gross as you thought. "don't drink too much just yet because we still have to eat," colson says. you nod.

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you lean back against the booth wall, full from three full plates from the restaurant's buffet. "i never knew i could stock so much food in one compartment," you joke. everyone was absolutely full. "i've got the bill, is everyone ready?" dominic lays the money on the table.

one by one, you all slowly get up. megan follows beside you as the two of you head to the car while dom and colson are in the restroom. "ahhh," she lets out as the breeze hits her skin, "it's absolutely amazing tonight." you giggle as you nod your head, "yeah, so how did you meet colson?"

"oh! on a movie set after my divorce was finalized."

"oh nice," you take a sip of your drink, "what's taking them so long?"

"i don't know, let me call colson," she goes for her phone as you reach for the door of the suv. it's locked. suddenly, a dark feeling washed over you. you knock on the door, "hey!" bang. bang. bang. "can you let us in?" you wait for the driver to respond, but you never get one, "what the fuck," you realized his door wasn't closed properly, so you open it and what you saw was something you never thought you'd have to see.

your driver was knocked unconscious at the wheel, he was still breathing , but there was blood everywhere. "what the f...megan! somethings not r," you feel a hand over your mouth. shit. again. really?

"what the fuck! let me go!" you scream multiple curses into the unknown person's hand. you figure it's a man given the stature. ironically enough, the one person you hoped that could come forward was dominic.

the further he pulls you, the more unsure of your fate you became. you remembered how you felt that first night in the cellar, only then, you were certain you were going to be dead before the night was done; now, you had no clue.

you latch tightly on to a lamp post that you just so happened to pass by. you were so fucking glad you were still sober this time. you held on for your life, "awe c'mon sweetie, don't be such a bitch!" when he calls you a bitch, he punches you from the back of your head, causing your face to hit the pole. "what the fuck!" yes it hurt, but it pissed you off more. you rapidly thrashed your body around, not really caring if your undergarments showed or not.

you knew you were striking him with every kick and hit, but it wasn't enough. "he's...going...to...kill you!"
he throws you against the car, "don't be stupid darling." his hand glides up your thigh, your first instinct was knee him where the sun won't shine. that may have not been the best idea, but for you , it was your only shot. his hands grip tightly around your throat, "i don't know what he sees in you, but you're getting on my goddamn nerves."

you close your eyes as you begin to lose consciousness, not being able to catch your breath. you think your hope is lost, but your head that familiar laugh, and it was like listening to god.

"now memphis. let the girl go. what she and i do is none of your business. and don't call her names...she's my bloody fookin' valentine." thank. fucking. god. his hand slip from your neck, but you slip out of consciousness before you hit the floor.

fuck.