looking to put my creativity and imagination to good use! For $5 you can get a small (2000+ words) work of fiction about anything you want (if Iâm familiar enough with it to do it justice). It would be completely customized for you to include your own characters, topics, etc. Message me if interested!
Not sure if anyone even uses this site anymore but ya girl has fallen on some hard times. I will gladly take writing commissions for band members, movie/TV characters, and actors! Check out my masterlist to see if you'd be interested in my work! I'll do $5 for small works (500-1000 words) and $10 for larger works/series (2000+ words or multiple parts). Let me know if you're interested!
Honestly I really wish youâd continue proud dad .. like Avaâs reaction to having a new member in the family .. but itâs your call obviously.. Thank you either way. đ¸
Not quite sure if Iâll be continuing the series just yet. I havenât really had the inspiration to lately but if thereâs enough interest I might!
Summary: This is based on Gatenâs IMDB (i think)Â âBest Interview Everâ. Y/N is new to the set of Stranger Things 3. Her character has multiple scenes with Billy so sheâs become close with Dacre. When Y/N needs a hand with something for an interview, she knows just who to call.
Y/C/N: Your Characterâs name
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âY/N! Thanks for joining us today!â The interviewer sat behind the camera while you took a seat in one of the plush chairs in the makeshift living room youâd be shooting in.
âThank you! Itâs great to be here!â you smiled brightly. This press tour had been a long one, exhaustion quickly catching up to you. You were tired, but you wouldnât let it stop you from giving interviews and meeting fans. Youâd been lucky enough to make it onto one of the biggest shows in the world, the least you could do was sit, smile, and give a few behind the scenes tidbits for the public to enjoy.Â
âSo, Y/N, are you up for a little game today?â the interviewer asked, shuffling the cue cards in his hands. You nodded excitedly. Normally youâd just sit in your chair and answer questions, so games were a welcome change.
âOk. Weâll start small. Would you rather have a Steve Harrington temporary tattoo, or a Billy Hargrove temporary tattoo?â You readjusted yourself in your chair, tucking your legs under yourself.
âWell I guess I have to go with Billy since we spent so much time together.â you laughed. One of the producers brought you a sponge, a cup of water and the Billy tattoo. âI like this game! Letâs do another one!â You carefully peeled the plastic layer off the tattoo, letting the wet sponge soak the temporary ink onto your skin.
âAlright! Moving on, Would you rather have a Hopper Sheriff hat or a Will Byers haircut?â
âThis is a hard one...um letâs go with the Hopper hat.â The hat was placed on your head while you carefully peeled the paper layer from your temporary tattoo. You held your forearm up to the camera. âNailed it!â The camera crew laughed.
âOk next one!â The interviewer called, also clearly enjoying himself. âWould you rather have 11 pounds of waffles or an 11 pound waffle sundae?â
âWell itâs 9am and I havenât had breakfast so Iâll gladly take 11 pounds of waffles.â
It took two crew members to carry the giant stack of waffles to the little table that had been set in front of your comfy chair. There was a dish of butter and a large jug of maple syrup placed beside them and you couldnât help but laugh.
âOh my god this is the weirdest thing Iâve ever doneâ you picked up the knife and fork, not knowing where to start. âThis is a crap ton of waffles, I might have to phone a friend to come help me eat these!â you joked.
âYou totally could if you wanted to!â the interviewer replied. âWeâd love to get your friendsâ opinions on the progress and storyline of the show.â
You dug your phone out of your pocket, scrolling through your contacts. Joe and Maya had an interview at a radio studio across town, Charlie and Natalia were headed to a charity event and the kids were probably looking forward to spending their day off at the hotel pool. You smiled as you came across the name youâd been looking for, tapping the âcallâ button and waiting for the ringing to start.
âMmmwhat?â a sleepy voice answered.Â
âMorning, sunshine!â the excitement in your greeting prompted a groan and rustling of sheets from the Aussie on the other end of the line.
âWhat do you want, Y/N?â you could practically hear him snuggling further into his sheets.
âWell good morning to you too Mr. Grumpy. Can you come to Room 381? I need your help with an interview.â You held up a finger toward the camera crew, signalling that you were nearly finished with your call.Â
âWhyyyyy?â he whined âIâm so comfy!â
âPleeeease???â you whined back, mocking his tone, âI have waffles!â you popped another forkful of the delicious breakfast into your mouth.
There was quiet on the other end of the line.
âDonât fall asleep on me, dude! Get dressed and come down, I need a waffle buddy!â
âA wha- Jesus Christ... Fine. Give me fifteen minutes.â
You ended the call, placing the phone back in your pocket.
âHeâs on his way!â you smiled at the interviewer, âNow letâs get back to these âwould you rathersâ. What else you got?â you asked, dipping a chunk of waffle into the little pool of syrup that had been collecting at the edge of the plate.
âWould you rather wear a Demogorgon onesie or a Stranger Things Christmas lights snuggie for the rest of the interview?â
âOh my God! The domogorgon! For sure!â You had just finished zipping up the onesie and were adusting the hood when a knock sounded on the door. You heard a few of the crew members clap excitedly as Dacre waled in, politely introducing himself before his gaze landed on you.Â
âWhat are you wearing! Oh my god!â he was nearly doubled over at the sight of you, Sheriffâs hat perched precariously on the hood of the Demogorgon onesie. He wiped at his eyes, a few tears having escaped at the expense of his laughter. You patted the seat beside you.
âI promised you waffles, now come sit with me.â Dacre made himself comfortable, opting to squish the two of you into one chair rather than move to the sofa.Â
âDacre, would you like a costume?â the interviewer asked.The Aussie nodded vigorously, grinning as he was handed a âScoops Ahoyâ uniform and a Dustin hat.
âThis is the best!â he exclaimed, snatching the forkful of waffles that had nearly made it into your mouth. He took a large bite, his lips wrapping around the metal tines in an effort to get every last bit of maple-y goodness. You stared at him in feigned shock.Â
âI invite you here to share my waffles and you steal them away?!â you exclaimed dramatically, clutching your chest. Dacre nearly snorted with laughter.
âI canât take you seriously. This is adorable.â he tugged on one of the Demogorgon mouth flaps that made up the hood of your onesie.Â
âIâm not adorable. Iâm a terrifying, Barb-eating, monster!âÂ
âOOOHHH. Too soon, Y/N, too soon.â the interviewer laughed.
By the time the interviewer had run out of questions, you and Dacre had managed to finish about two thirds of the plate of waffles.
âIâm so full. Youâre going to have to roll me out of here.â you groaned, leaning back in the plush chair. Dacreâs arm was rested behind you and it might have looked like you were cuddling if the demogorgon hood wasnât in the way.
One of the producers came to get the plate of now cold waffles and you took the opportunity to glance over at the man youâd spent the last few months filming with.
âI missed you.â he confessed, using the arm that was resting behind you to pull you closer to his side.
âYou saw me yesterday!â you laughed, giving him a light shove. He squeezed you tighter to him, both arms now pressing you against him as he threw his head back.Â
âI canât live a day without you, Y/C/N!!â he called dramatically, sending the whole room into a fit of laughter.
âYou look like Mike Myers in Wayneâs World with that hat!â you countered, trying to hide your disappointment when he abruptly stood from the chair and stuck a pose.Â
âIâll have you know that I am a very fashionable man. Donât tell me how to live my life!â The two of you were so caught up in your little charade that you hadnât even realized the camera crew had begun packing up.
Dacre tugged once again on the hood of your onesie.Â
âCome on. You got breakfast so Iâm buying us lunch. Or on second thought, dinner. I think we need to sleep off these waffles first.â He laughed, extending his hand to you. The two of you returned your props to the production team and thanked everyone for the most fun interview youâd ever had.
As you and Dacre exited the room, you bumped into Millie and Sadie on their way to the pool.
âGuys. That was the cutest interview Iâve ever seen. In my entire life. Ever.â Millie exclaimed, nearly bouncing with excitement. Sadie nodded in agreement.
âIt was live?â Dacre asked, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
âYup!â Sadie nodded, grabbing Millieâs arm and pulling her toward the elevator.
âEnjoy the rest of your day, lovebirds!â
BONUS:
You hid your face in the shoulder of Dacreâs sweatshirt and groaned.
âHow long do you think theyâve known?â He murmured, resting his head on top of yours.Â
âProbably since you basically attack hugged me at the premiere. Maya teased me about it all night.â you blushed, reaching down to slip your hand into his.
Dacre smiled at the memory.Â
The car heâd been in had just pulled up to the red carpet, cameras flashing and people everywhere. But he was able to spot you. Not waiting for the red carpet attendant to open his door, Dacre bounded from the car, grabbing you around the waist and spinning you away from the interview youâd been giving.Youâd let out something between a gasp and a squeal as he placed you back on the ground. Dacre helped you fix your dress and kept his chin propped on your shoulder for the remainder of your interview. He even gave you a kiss on the cheek before moving down the carpet to greet Joe and Maya, who had both witnessed the exchange and were currently plotting their relentless teasing. The two of you had made flirty comments and serious eye contact back and forth across the red carpet for nearly an hour before everyone was ushered inside. Dacre had lost sight of you for a good thirty minutes before he felt you, fingertips glidin along the inside of his wrist. He let you pull him to the dance floor, any excuse to be close to you undeniably appealing.Â
Request: I love your writing! Could you please write something where Seb or Bucky and the reader and married with kids? Maybe she's pregnant and gets injured or they get in a fight or something. Angst then sweet fluff? I love the Proud Dad series, so cute! Thanks for sharing your talent and passion with us! đđ đˇđ´ Keep on writing! Melting-marmalade-moons đ
A/N: I picked Bucky for this since I donât have a lot of Dad!Bucky fics and thank you to @Melting-marmalade-moons for requesting. Tumblr wonât let me tag you for some reason :( There is angst, and domestic bucky
âNo.â
âBucky, come on!â
âAre you seriously no-â
âItâs not happening.â He bent to pick up the laundry basket in front of you, turning down the hall as he exited the room.You sighed, thoroughly annoyed. Here we go again...
âBucky, youâre being ridiculous. This is an in and out mission! Itâs not like Iâm going to-â
âYou are NOT coming. I wonât say it again.â You nearly bumped into his back as he stopped short in front of the washing machine. You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched Bucky angrily throw a load of towels into the washer.Â
âHow is this any different than last time?â You hadnât meant to snap, but Buckyâs shoulders stiffened and he slammed the lid of the washing machine shut, the metal creaking and nearly bending under the force of his hand.
âHow is it different? HOW IS IT DIFFERENT?!â He took a step away from you, threading his fingers through his hair. You could tell he was trying to compose himself, quiet whispers escaping his lips. Coordinates. Bucky recited them to calm himself: the location of your first date, the venue for your wedding reception, the hospital where your son was born....
 âItâs different because itâs not just us anymore.â he said, plucking a toddler-sized T-shirt from a folded pile on the dryer. He gently tossed the fabric at you before turning on his heel and exiting the laundry room. âPlease donât ask me again.â
The crack in his voice giving away the true reason behind his unease at your joining the team for an upcoming mission.
He was worried...
You glanced down at the little shirt in your hands âMy Daddyâs a Heroâ printed in bright block letters on the front. You sighed. Bucky was right, it wasnât just the two of you anymore. Your son had just turned three and youâd found out last month that you were pregnant again. The last serious mission youâd been on, you were three months pregnant with your son. Bucky was a nervous wreck having you out in the field, but being pregnant didnât hinder your abilities as a fighter.
Yes, Bucky was right. But you needed this. You needed to get out of the house and back to the life you once knew. You missed training with the team and were having âass-kicking withdrawalâ as Clint liked to call it. You loved having a family. You loved waking up in the morning to find Bucky and your son in the kitchen discussing the latest episode of Paw Patrol while sharing a bowl of cereal. You loved reading to your son before tucking him into bed. Hell, you even loved the Mommy and Me group activities even though half of the mothers were nosy bitches who stared a bit too long at your husband for your liking.
You carefully folded the little shirt and placed it back on the pile.Â
You had expected Bucky to storm down to the gym to take out the frustration brought on by your request to rejoin the team, so you were startled to see him leaning against the doorway to your sonâs room. Your three-year-old was quietly driving his toy cars along the road map rug that Steve had gotten him for his birthday, completely oblivious to his fatherâs watchful eye. You leaned against the wall across from Bucky. You could feel the tension coming off of him in waves.
âHeâs still too little to understand what it is we do for a living...â he trailed off, scrubbing a hand across his face. âItâs hard enough being away from him...away from you when Iâm working. I donât ever want...â his breath caught and you immediately reached for his hand, tugging him into the hallway and gently closing your sonâs door. Buckyâs eyes burned from the tears that threatened to fall. You gently pushed him toward the bedroom you shared, taking a seat on the bed while Bucky paced on the decorative rug in front of the dresser.
âI canât let you go on missions-let me finish.â he held up a hand as you opened your mouth to protest. âI canât let you go out there because if anything happened to you, I wouldnât be able to explain to our son that his mommy got hurt or kil-Jesus- I just canât, Y/N, I canât.â His shoulders were heaving now, his breath coming in short burst as he desperately tried not to break down. Standing from your seat on the bed, you moved in front of your husband, carefully sliding your hands up his arm and letting them come to rest at the back of his neck. Bucky sagged into you, arms encircling your waist and face tucking into your neck.Â
He held you for a few moments, the shuddering breaths and light sniffles the only sounds in the room. He pulled away only to rest his forehead against yours, your thumbs coming up to wipe away the moisture that had gathered on his cheeks.
âI donât want to do it anymore, Y/N. I donât want to risk my life every time I go on a mission and not know if Iâll come back to you.â You silenced him with a kiss, your fingers gently combing through his hair. âI know you love it and I know you miss it, but we have something more now. We have Noah and whatever this little peanut turns out to be.â he let out a wet laugh, knuckles gently grazing over your barely-there baby bump.
âI know.â you replied, cuddling further into his embrace. âWeâll figure it out. Iâll sit out the missions. Maybe I can go to the gym with the girls, show them I could still kick your ass, even while pregnant.â
âYou definitely could not kick my ass.â Bucky laughed in reply, âSteve, maybe, but not me.â
âThat so?â you joked, âYou wouldnât let your pregnant wife win in a fight?âÂ
Buckyâs smirked.
âWell I wouldnât willingly let you win but, you know, there are some aspects of pregnancy that might prove to be a bit...â he wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, âDistracting.â his hand slid upward from where it was resting on your hip, his fingertips gently tracing the underside of your breast.
âJames Barnes!â you giggled, pulling away and smacking him with the nearest pillow. âYouâre lucky I love youâ you fake sneered at him.
âYouâre right. I am lucky.â he whispered, gazing at you in adoration before declaring that he was off to go make some mac and cheese.
I love your writing! Could you please write something where Seb or Bucky and the reader and married with kids? Maybe she's pregnant and gets injured or they get in a fight or something. Angst then sweet fluff? I love the Proud Dad series, so cute! Thanks for sharing your talent and passion with us! đđ đˇđ´ Keep on writing! Melting-marmalade-moons đ
THIS!! This is why I keep writing! Itâs so nice to know that people truly appreciate what Iâm putting out there. Iâm hoping to have this posted sometime this week! Youâre the sweetest!
Based on Wild Child by W.A.S.P. (basically the song is Billy. Trust me)
This could become a multi-part fic. Let me know if youâd like me to continue it!
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Warnings: jealous Billy, swearing, the usual suspects
Billyâs car jerked to a halt in the parking lot, nearly knocking Max out of her seat.Â
âAsshole...â she mumbled under her breath. Normally Billy would have sent her a threatening glare and told her to âget the fuck out of my carâ and make her walk home when school was over. However today he was distracted. Today he was too focused on Y/N leaned up against the side of James Radfordâs car, grinning up at the soccer star and batting her eyelashes. She hugged her chemistry textbook close to her chest, laughing. He could see the delicate white eyelet lace of her blouseâs collar and the edge of what he suspected was her favorite lavender sweater peeking out from the unzipped lapels of Jamesâ varsity jacket. God damn...he wanted her.
Iâm a wild child, come and love me. I want you.......
His knuckles were white against the steering wheel as James tucked a piece of Y/Nâs hair behind her ear. Max quickly exited the car, skateboard in hand, the sound of her wheels hitting the pavement causing Y/Nâs gaze to shift away from James and land on Billyâs car. Billyâs loud music suddenly stopped, the cassette in his tape deck clicking away. But he didnât notice. Y/n had leaned slightly away from James, interest clearly written across her features as she spied him through the windshield. Billy wasnât sure if his heart was beating entirely too fast or if had stopped altogether. He held his breath as the corner of Y/Nâs lips quirked up. Billy held her gaze, yanking the keys from the ignition and throwing his door open. He took a long drag from the cigarette dangling from his lips and slung his denim jacket over his shoulder, grabbing his own chemistry textbook from where it had landed after sliding from his front seat, swearing softly when he came across last weekâs English assignment that he knew heâd completed but couldnât find it to hand it in. His dad hadnât found out about that one yet, thankfully.
Slamming his car door shut, Billy was fully prepared to stalk into the school building but was wholeheartedly surprised to find Y/N standing behind him.Â
âIâm so sorry! I didnât mean to startle you!â she tried to stifle a laugh, shuffling her books to one arm and attempting to hide her smile with her free hand. Billy leaned back against the driverâs side door, the hand holding the crumpled English assignment against his chest.
âWell you mustâve scared me so bad Iâve died and gone to heaven, cause all I see is an angel in front of me.â he smirked. And, just like that, confident flirty Billy was back. Y/N raised an eyebrow at him before giving him a playful shove.
âUgh that was your worst one yet!â She laughed, shaking her head. Billy watched her carefully, the way her eyes crinkled slightly....the way her hair moved as she threw her head back...... He thought back to the first day heâd met her. It was November 18th and he would never forget it.Â
~~Flashback~~
âMr. Hargrove! Welcome to Hawkins High School! Weâre glad to have you! This is Y/N Y/L/N. Sheâll be showing you around. We believe itâs important to have a welcoming committee of sorts and Miss Y/L/N will be able to help you get settled in.â The principal moved aside and Billyâs groan of annoyance was cut short as he laid eyes on the girl who would be his introduction to the shithole he was now being forced to call home. She was wearing a pale yellow dress with little blue flowers around the collar. Billy didnât realize his hands were shaking until after heâd taken the folder from her outstretched hand.
âItâs ok to be nervous.â she whispered, giving him a smile as she nodded toward the folder in his trembling hands. âWould you like me to walk you through your schedule?âÂ
~~Present time~~
âHey! You found it!â the excitement was clear in her voice.
âWhat?â Billy stopped short, confused. Y/N plucked the paper from his hands, waving it slightly in front of him.
âYou found your English paper!â She set her books down on the hood of his car, using both hands to smooth out the wrinkles and creases in the paper. Billy watched her fingers move carefully across the thin sheet until she was satisfied with the result. He couldnât help but think about how her fingers would feel against his-
âBilly! Are you ok? You seem really out of it today.â Billy snapped back to reality, finding Y/Nâs concerned gaze on him.
âSorry, What?â
âI said you probably wouldnât get full credit for your late paper but itâs better than not handing it in at all.â she repeated, taking two of the textbooks from his hands and gently placing the still somewhat rumpled paper between them. Billyâs breath caught as her fingers brushed across his. It could have been for more than a fraction of a second, but Billy would think about it all day. She tapped the top book twice before collecting her own books and nodding her head toward the building.
âShall we?â she smiled. Billy followed behind her like a lost puppy. âIâm having lunch with James today but we can still have our English tutoring session for the last fifteen minutes of lunch if youâd like? We can talk over the outline for next weekâs essay?â Billy scoffed at her mention of Jamesâ name, knowing that the jock would most likely have his hands all over her before the first period bell even rang.
Y/N looked up at him expectantly, the ends of her hair floating slightly in the light breeze. Billy simply nodded, knowing that if he spoke, his comments wouldnât be entirely nice. Y/N smiled before skipping off to catch up with James, the soccer player throwing an arm around her shoulders and sending a glare Billyâs way.
Billy returned the glare, the blood rushing in his veins when James pushed Y/N through the doors and out of Billyâs view. He could still feel the light touch of her fingers as he shoved a freshman out of his way to get to his locker, slamming the door as he made his way to homeroom. He didnât know how heâd do it or how long it would take, but Y/N would be his.Â
My heart's in exile I need you to touch me
Cause I want what you do
I want you
Those were the last words Nikki said before he climbed into his car and sped off into the night. There was no emotion on his face, no sign of sadness, anger, regret...anything. The statement came completely out of the blue, his bags packed by the door when youâd arrived home from work. It looked as though he was trying to make a clean getaway, trying to be sure he was gone before you got home... trying to avoid saying goodbye.
You stood on the balcony of your apartment building, watching his tail lights get smaller and smaller until your unshed tears blurred them out of existence. You didnât know whether to scream, cry, or follow him and demand an explanation. You slammed the front door closed behind you, your back sliding down the wood and peeling paint until you hit the floor with a dull thud. All you wanted to do was love him, be there for him. You wouldâve left everything for him, your comfort zone didnât exist with Nikki. He was all you need... well... needed. Thatâs when the tears came, and you had a feeling they wouldnât stop.
Nikkiâs POV
My knuckles were white as I gripped the steering wheel, weaving in and out of the lanes of traffic as quickly as I could, trying to put as much distance between me and the damage Iâd just caused. She wasnât supposed to be home for another hour and a half. I wasnât supposed to see the disappointment on her face. I scrubbed angrily at my cheek, the lone tear being the first crack in the wall of composure Iâd so carefully built when I decided it was a good idea to leave. I loved her, I couldnât deny that. But I also couldnât deny that my fucked up past would eventually catch up to me. I wouldnât put her through that... I couldnât. She was that single ray of sunlight that broke through the dark clouds just when you thought the rain would go on forever.
I pulled over, slamming the car door shut behind me as I paced the side of the road. Cars whizzed past me, headlights and taillights blurring together. I didnât realize I was crying until my back hit the car door, sliding down til i was seated on the damp pavement. I ran my hands through my hair, my fingertips catching on the tangles. It stung, but nothing could compare to the feeling of knowing that Iâd just hurt the one person Iâd ever truly loved. I got too comfortable. I was fooling myself if I thought I could have a normal life with her. I guess I got too used to being loved...
A/N: This is waaaay longer than I expected it to be lol. I might actually make it two parts! Hope you like it!!
Anon request:Â I have no idea if youâre taking requests or not but I do enjoy your writing style and was wondering if I could get a Nikki request where the reader is Mickâs sister and her and Nikki have to keep there relationship a secret but tommy finds out and accidentally snitches at one of their after parties
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The walk from the hotel lobby to the tour bus was a short one, only the length of a small parking lot separating you from the slight amount of quiet the large silver vehicle would provide. Even through the lobby doors, you could hear the excited chants of the fans outside Though youâd been on the road with your brotherâs band for nearly a year, you still hadnât gotten used to the shrill screams of the hundreds of fans that followed the guys everywhere they went. Mick had tried to prepare you for the complications of their new lifestyle but youâd never imagined it would be like this. Just last week, youâd been cornered in the bathroom of one of the venues, nearly a dozen girls asking for souvenirs or room keys from your brother and his bandmates. Mick hadnât let you out of his sight after that. Â
âYou ok?âÂ
Nikki gently nudged your elbow with his own as he set his bag beside yours, reaching to hand his hotel room key back to the front desk manager. You gave him a short nod and a small smile, leaning over to place your purse on top of your suitcase while you waited for the other boys to arrive. Mick was first, a security guard taking him directly to the bus so he could sit down. The late nights and busy days were proving to be difficult for your brother. You could tell he was in pain, but he put on a brave face.Â
Tommy followed, supporting a semi-intoxicated Vince with one arm and waving to a pretty hotel worker with the other. Nikki chuckled beside you, placing an unlit cigarette between his lips and reaching for the handle of his suitcase. He lifted your purse from where it sat beside you, fingertips gently grazing your skin as he slid the strap up your arm until he reached your shoulder. This was the most physical contact the two of you had had in days, your brotherâs watchful eye preventing anything more than a brush of his hand against the inside of your wrist or your fingertips resting on his shoulder as you passed him on the moving bus.
You let out a sigh, unable to lean into his touch before a security guard came to get your bags, ushering you out into the throng of fans.Â
âHere we go...â Nikki grumbled, the cigarette between his lips bobbing up and down as he spoke. The wall of noise hit you like a tidal wave and you were thankful Nikki was behind you, else you probably wouldâve run back into the hotel. âJust keep going. Donât look at them.â he murmured in your ear. When had he gotten so close?  He gave you a gentle push toward the bus. Nikki pulled the unlit cigarette from where it rested between his lips, his hand going up in a big wave to the screaming women around him. You knew it was just to keep up appearances but you couldnât help the pang of jealousy that stabbed through you. Suddenly, you were surrounded by outstretched hands holding lighters and if it werenât for the fact that Nikki dropped his bag and yanked you back toward his chest, your heavily sprayed hair would most likely have been up in flames.
âPut that shit away.â Nikki called angrily to the crowd, tucking the cigarette behind his ear and once again reaching for his bag. His hand was still splayed across your stomach as he began to walk, shuffling the two of you closer to the bus. âHelp me out here, sweetheart.â he chuckled in your ear. âYou gotta move your feet.â
You were so caught up in what had just happened that you hadnât realized that youâd stopped dead, leaning into the bassistâs touch.Â
âY/N? Babe, we gotta get to the bus.â he nudged you again, snapping you out of your daze. You moved forward, dodging the outstretched hands until you reached the shiny silver metal that would take you to whatever city the boys were scheduled for next. After handing your bags to the driver, you made your way to the doorway of the bus. Youâd made it up three of the six small stairs when Nikkiâs hand grazed your hip, his thumb slipping under the hem of your shirt to brush your bare skin. You closed your eyes, savoring the touch. This could be the last you got from him for a while and youâd be damned if you werenât going to enjoy it a little. You reached your left hand back and he immediately linked his pinky with yours, holding the contact until the two of you were no longer concealed by the divider that separated the driver from the rest of the bus.Â
âWhat took you two so long?â Tommy called from the back of the bus, the contents of his suitcase already scattered about. He raised an eyebrow at Nikki but the bassist just waved him off.
âYou know how the chicks get, man.â He risked a quick glance over his shoulder at you, sending you a wink when he was sure your brother wasnât looking.
Part 3 to My Brotherâs in the Band???? Loved 1 and 2
I hope so!! I havenât started it yet, as I have 15 other things in my drafts ahead of that (Iâve been slacking, donât hate me lol) but I am planning to continue it!
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