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                                 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 8, 2023 11:34𝘢𝘮
𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽... 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌
𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍!

            𝕹ORMALCY WAS A funny word. because, well, what did it truly mean? wearing a custom dress picked out by an esteemed designer, that you were going to wear to a huge fashion event with the arms of a literal rockstar around you who felt like your boyfriend but wasn't officially your boyfriend sounded completely bizarre on paper.

but right now, suminar choul had never felt so regular.

"no way. dom, is your ass bigger than mine?" suminar points out, causing him to lift his head from being on her shoulder. they were hugging while she was stood infront of the big mirror in one of the design rooms, where she had made such an observation.

dominic was happily welcomed to watch suminar try out her met gala dress just as long as he didn't film anything. she could spot him get twitchy with his hand every now and then, remembering he couldn't get one little photo. he made sure to give her a million compliments, though.

"i mean, we're both pretty skinny, sumi'. and you're 100% african, i highly doubt i'm any more blessed in the ass department than you," he answers and she quickly forces him to stand beside her.

"oh my God, it is. i have to post about this. i'm literally gonna cry. you have a fatter ass than me," she snaps a quick photo and types up a quick tweet to post.

her phone is no longer being paid any attention soon enough, since dominic's grip on her waist tightens as he looks at her in her look for the met. she was most definitely going to blow the whole carpet away, he had no doubt about that.

"the more important question is when," he kisses the left side of her neck, "can i get you out this dress, pretty?" he kisses the curve of her breast on the right side and she just smiles like a bitch.

it was little things like just that interaction, that made her circle back to the growing feeling in her heart. she thought today would be the day, she was just so worried about doing it. even at thanksgiving, she never stood up for herself. what if the same thing occurs again and she chokes up?

"hey. you okay?" dominic's hands squeezing her waist make her look up at him. frantically, she nods and hopes he just buys it. they run up and down her sides, the calming notion making her breath a bit normally.

"it's just- this is huge. i'm gonna be interviewing all these icons, meeting all these amazing people... it's much. very much, is all."

he cups her cheek, "can you look at me, please?" when she listens is when he starts talking again, "they invited you to do this for a reason, yeah? you move people. and you don't even have to do anything but be who you are to do that. every guest you've had has loved your vibe. fuck, i couldn't stay away from you. and that's you. all you. that's why people love you."

she pulls him in a tight hug, squeezing him slightly. it catches him off guard but he doesn't move away. he steadies himself, letting out a short 'woah' before hugging her back. it doesn't take long before she kisses him, and quite passionately at that. she's a bit rough with it too, harshly gripping her shoulders and arching her body into his.

"so trouble's okay when you're the one causin' it huh?" he teases her, the question adding a sweetener to the kiss planted on her lips.

"do you ever shut up?" she harshly pants back but he just laughs. after some very intense kisses, dominic is actually the one to pull completely away from her.

"i don't wanna rip open a custom dress but you're making it very hard for me to not do that... somethin' else may or may not be hard too and i don't think having a boner in prabal gurung's office has ever been on my bucket list so," he says to her and she giggles at him. tilting her head, her arms loop around his neck. eyes dancing across his face again, she's back to all she was thinking.

"what?"

before she could answer back, someone came into the room telling suminar the other pieces to the outfit were ready. she thanks them and turns to her boyfriend. well... not exactly her boyfriend but... y'know...

after noticing the deep breath she let out, he holds her hand and turns her body to the mirror. they both stare into it, looking at the outfit then locking eyes. dominic shakes his head, giving her another once over.

"i just wish you wouldn't worry... could see yourself the way i do, all of us do," he mumbles to himself. okay, now he was just showing out. no way he was truly this perfect. "try not to be too hard on yourself, yeah?"

she nods but ofcourse, dominic hated that shit. "sorry, i don't think i got you. what did you say?"

"i'll try my hardest not to be hard on myself," she says with a pissy attitude. "attagirl!" he turns to her and grips her chin and they lock eyes. with one more kiss, she's off into the next room.

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"you've never seen that shit?"

"no."

"oh my God, who are you?"

they were back at dominic's place in la since he made the plan to say for however long she'd be in la for, then get back to florida to pack for his birthday. dominic also conveniently brought up the fact he was promised sancocho, so they went to the store and bought the ingredients to cook together.

suminar was definitely controlling. and dominic didn't too great with listening, and kinda liked to alter the recipe and make rules to go along with on his own. despite the dynamic, the food turned out great. another reason why she loved him — they kinda sorta hardly make a good team.

suminar was currently showing him whitney houston's acceptance speech at the bet awards since he claimed he'd never seen it before. what a weirdo.

after that they'd gone down a rabbit hole of interviews of legendary musicians, and suminar brings up the question.

"why'd you hate doing interviews so bad? people would fall for your personality instantly, it'd give everyone like- a million more reasons to edit you on tiktok."

he chuckles a little bit, looking down at her since her head was on his chest. "you watch 'em. you so do, you have a folder of 'em, don't play."

"mhm. under 'my favourite whore'," she answers bluntly and relishes in his laugh as she gets fed another spoonful. she does steer the conversation back to her question, though, since she did really want to know.

"i don't know, i- i was never sober when i did the very few interviews i did. i was outta mind so i never really had to get in it. could answer how i wanted. but my anxiety fucks me up, it's like- i couldn't treat it all as just 'be yourself, it's all good'. there's a camera right in my face recording my movement that saves that recording forever, that's terrifying to me."

she sits up as he gets more in depth, fingertips running over his shoulder as he continues to talk. "it's hard to remember to be yourself when you don't really... like yourself? and i'm not tryna- what am i tryna get like, them cringe ass bart simpson edits from like- 2018? what the fuck?" he laughs it off a little and so does she, but she can tell he just wants to talk.

"keep talking, we're all good." she grabs his hand and intertwines it with hers. she knows he has a thing where he has to hold her so it doesn't feel like she's running (not that she'd ever do that) but if there was anything she could to do to make him feel comfortable, she'd do so.

"then the person talking to you is just daring you to be different or to be open and you've never been fully open ever. like with you especially, i had already seen how you were and it was like... i knew i couldn't- i couldn't be myself fully with you 'cause you wouldn't fuck with that. that's what i feel like. impressing you is what i wanted. feeling like the perfect guest for this interviewer is what it was."

for some reason, maybe he worded that wrong, but suminar didn't really like that. she'd hoped she made the atmosphere welcoming for him to be himself and honest and open. she'd hoped he wasn't playing to a mould of himself he'd created when they first met.

"i get it. okay?" she reasons with him to start, "i'm not dismissing how you feel because i know the feeling. throat closin' in on you and everything's too much. but... i hope i didn't feel like someone you had to try to impress that day 'cause that's not what my show, me... you could've come to me."

there's a passing silence and dominic looks away from her. he runs a hand through his hair, all she can do is just watch him. everything around them had just gotten fuzzy. she didn't feel like she did too much in that interview. did she?

"no i couldn't have," he lets out a breathless laugh which does nothing but puzzle her. and make her upset. little old her was not someone that needed all that overt impressing. or discomfort surrounding her. he definitely could have come to her.

"i get wanting to be on your beyonce shit and not be interviewed. that's not all i was. that's not all i am."

the left side of his mouth curls up a little bit and she couldn't tell if he was actually amused or if he was doing that in a weird snarky way. God, i just want to know what he's getting at.

he quickly sits upright, palms smoothing over his thighs as he admits dismissively, like ripping off a plaster, "you're right. you're the woman i'd fallen inlove with. that very same day."

oh that's what he's getting at. cool. nice. awesome.

"you were even more beautiful in person was the first thing. and the way you spoke about me... i didn't know i could be seen like that. i deflected 'cause i didn't want to get all cringe on you or anything, i still wanted to leave a good impression on you. but you made me want to get out my shell more. what you said about my performances, you encouraged me. you made me wanna be myself instead of running from that..."

she was at a loss for words. she was stunned. the man infront of her, the one she'd held on a pedestal for so long, someone she'd regarded as utterly perfect had just completely humbled himself before her. what more could she do except tell him she loved him too?

"i'm the woman you what?" she repeats, embellishing her words with a high pitched voice and poke at his cheek.

she'd tell him, yeah. not without some teasing ofcourse.

he rolls his eyes before picking her body up and pushing her down on the couch, making her squeal out of the unexpected nature. her wrists are pinned at either side of her, and their faces are inches apart.

"you're the woman i've fallen inlove with. so much has happened to me over these past few years. yet meeting you has been the only thing that's made me a better man and i've only known you a few months. suminar, i love you."

oh she gots to do a little prayer of thanks after this. what luck she'd just acquired. again, a little intimidated but all she had to do was stare at him to know it was all okay to say what she wanted to.

"y'know- i said something really fuckin' corny to my dad on thanksgiving. it was so chop, my God. we were on the topic of you. i told him that i uh, i'd been searching so long for this- for this feeling. career-wise, friendship-wise, yeah yeah, i had it good going for me... but i searched high and low to acquire it. perfected everything thinking that would do it. then when i met you i realised if i go tomorrow, like leave this earth, i wouldn't even be upset. 'cause i felt it. real happiness, true happiness not just a- a temporary thing."

dominic's mouth goes agape and his eyebrows furrow. almost like he was angry except she knew he wasn't. his eyes move all over her face, before one hand lets her wrist go to caress her cheek.

"and i love you for that. i love you for showing me what it means to let go, to not always make myself fight and to let myself feel. i love you... too, dominic."

the way they kissed then was probably the best kiss they've ever had. it was powerful yet passionate, soft yet inciting. it was quite literally the both of them in one kiss. their love in one kiss. and it was with a stevie wonder interview playing in the background, on a couch in a house in la with a kid from florida and a kid from the a.

there was nothing normal about it on paper.

"i-" he cuts himself off, looking at her and shaking his head, "how do you even exist?" he breathes out harshly before kissing all over her face, reaching her neck finally.

she smiles, finding the sensation quite ticklish. "actually a hologram. you've been talking to an insanely realistic hologram this entire time so sorry to tell you this."

"shit, seriously? and like- your voice has been ai and shit? i knew that shit was getting too dangerous, fuck," he plays along with the joke, muttering a bunch of curses.

"oh shit, wait, that's kinda like her. oh my God, d'you wanna watch her?"
"oh shit, wait, that's kinda like her. oh my God, d'you wanna watch her?" they say simultaneously.

as if she was light as a feather, she's picked up and carried to his kitchen to get seconds on the food, and then brought back to the living room to watch one of her favourite films. all being done by the man she loves. who loved her right back, don't get it twisted.

this seemed normal enough for her.

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘 "𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇?"
BYE not me falling asleep so i
didn't update last night omg...
that was such a good sleep too
that was like a real SLUMBA
i was under omg. but would you
guys look at that... we got the
love confessions out the way i
hardly wait y'all wait aren't i a
great person? 🥰🥰🥰

i've just purely writing
a lot of these chapters i
just realised 😬 i also
hope this wasn't cringe
for any of you guys i try
to dial down on it as hard
as i can bc it's like... ew?
LOL but i guess not being
inlove makes viewing love
cringe that's how i see it.
even tho i wrote it- ANYWAY

28k... you guys are
so HUNGRY for this
like you make me
wanna put out another
dom fic fr... but i won't
promise anything bc i
like to lie. I LOVE U
GUYS OH SO MUCH