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Emi. 24. Indecisive and anxiety ridden writer obsessed with multiple fandoms.     https://bandpreferences15.tumblr.com/masterlist

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Now taking writing commissions!

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 I’m 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!

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Accepting writing commissions!

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!

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Honestly I really wish you’d continue proud dad .. like Ava’s reaction to having a new member in the family .. but it’s your call obviously.. Thank you either way. 🌸

Not quite sure if I’ll be continuing the series just yet. I haven’t really had the inspiration to lately but if there’s enough interest I might!

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Sticky and Sweet

Dacre Montgomery x Reader

Summary: This is based on Gaten’s IMDB (i think) “Best Interview Ever”. Y/N is new to the set of Stranger Things 3. Her character has multiple scenes with Billy so she’s 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 Character’s name

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“Y/N! Thanks for joining us today!” The interviewer sat behind the camera while you took a seat in one of the plush chairs in the makeshift living room you’d be shooting in.

“Thank you! It’s great to be here!” you smiled brightly. This press tour had been a long one, exhaustion quickly catching up to you. You were tired, but you wouldn’t let it stop you from giving interviews and meeting fans. You’d 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. 

“So, Y/N, are you up for a little game today?” the interviewer asked, shuffling the cue cards in his hands. You nodded excitedly. Normally you’d just sit in your chair and answer questions, so games were a welcome change.

“Ok. We’ll start small. Would you rather have a Steve Harrington temporary tattoo, or a Billy Hargrove temporary tattoo?” You readjusted yourself in your chair, tucking your legs under yourself.

“Well I guess I have to go with Billy since we spent so much time together.” you laughed. One of the producers brought you a sponge, a cup of water and the Billy tattoo. “I like this game! Let’s do another one!” You carefully peeled the plastic layer off the tattoo, letting the wet sponge soak the temporary ink onto your skin.

“Alright! Moving on, Would you rather have a Hopper Sheriff hat or a Will Byers haircut?”

“This is a hard one...um let’s go with the Hopper hat.” 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. “Nailed it!” The camera crew laughed.

“Ok next one!” The interviewer called, also clearly enjoying himself. “Would you rather have 11 pounds of waffles or an 11 pound waffle sundae?”

“Well it’s 9am and I haven’t had breakfast so I’ll gladly take 11 pounds of waffles.”

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 couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my god this is the weirdest thing I’ve ever done” you picked up the knife and fork, not knowing where to start. “This is a crap ton of waffles, I might have to phone a friend to come help me eat these!” you joked.

“You totally could if you wanted to!” the interviewer replied. “We’d love to get your friends’ opinions on the progress and storyline of the show.”

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 you’d been looking for, tapping the ‘call’ button and waiting for the ringing to start.

“Mmmwhat?” a sleepy voice answered. 

“Morning, sunshine!” the excitement in your greeting prompted a groan and rustling of sheets from the Aussie on the other end of the line.

“What do you want, Y/N?” you could practically hear him snuggling further into his sheets.

“Well good morning to you too Mr. Grumpy. Can you come to Room 381? I need your help with an interview.” You held up a finger toward the camera crew, signalling that you were nearly finished with your call. 

“Whyyyyy?” he whined “I’m so comfy!”

“Pleeeease???” you whined back, mocking his tone, “I have waffles!” you popped another forkful of the delicious breakfast into your mouth.

There was quiet on the other end of the line.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, dude! Get dressed and come down, I need a waffle buddy!”

“A wha- Jesus Christ... Fine. Give me fifteen minutes.”

You ended the call, placing the phone back in your pocket.

“He’s on his way!” you smiled at the interviewer, “Now let’s get back to these ‘would you rathers’. What else you got?” you asked, dipping a chunk of waffle into the little pool of syrup that had been collecting at the edge of the plate.

“Would you rather wear a Demogorgon onesie or a Stranger Things Christmas lights snuggie for the rest of the interview?”

“Oh my God! The domogorgon! For sure!” 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. 

“What are you wearing! Oh my god!” he was nearly doubled over at the sight of you, Sheriff’s 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.

“I promised you waffles, now come sit with me.” Dacre made himself comfortable, opting to squish the two of you into one chair rather than move to the sofa. 

“Dacre, would you like a costume?” the interviewer asked.The Aussie nodded vigorously, grinning as he was handed a ‘Scoops Ahoy’ uniform and a Dustin hat.

“This is the best!” 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. 

“I invite you here to share my waffles and you steal them away?!” you exclaimed dramatically, clutching your chest. Dacre nearly snorted with laughter.

“I can’t take you seriously. This is adorable.” he tugged on one of the Demogorgon mouth flaps that made up the hood of your onesie. 

“I’m not adorable. I’m a terrifying, Barb-eating, monster!” 

“OOOHHH. Too soon, Y/N, too soon.” 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.

“I’m so full. You’re going to have to roll me out of here.” you groaned, leaning back in the plush chair. Dacre’s arm was rested behind you and it might have looked like you were cuddling if the demogorgon hood wasn’t 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 you’d spent the last few months filming with.

“I missed you.” he confessed, using the arm that was resting behind you to pull you closer to his side.

“You saw me yesterday!” 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. 

“I can’t live a day without you, Y/C/N!!” he called dramatically, sending the whole room into a fit of laughter.

“You look like Mike Myers in Wayne’s World with that hat!” you countered, trying to hide your disappointment when he abruptly stood from the chair and stuck a pose. 

“I’ll have you know that I am a very fashionable man. Don’t tell me how to live my life!” The two of you were so caught up in your little charade that you hadn’t even realized the camera crew had begun packing up.

Dacre tugged once again on the hood of your onesie. 

“Come on. You got breakfast so I’m buying us lunch. Or on second thought, dinner. I think we need to sleep off these waffles first.” 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 you’d ever had.

As you and Dacre exited the room, you bumped into Millie and Sadie on their way to the pool.

“Guys. That was the cutest interview I’ve ever seen. In my entire life. Ever.” Millie exclaimed, nearly bouncing with excitement. Sadie nodded in agreement.

“It was live?” Dacre asked, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“Yup!” Sadie nodded, grabbing Millie’s arm and pulling her toward the elevator.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, lovebirds!”

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You hid your face in the shoulder of Dacre’s sweatshirt and groaned.

“How long do you think they’ve known?” He murmured, resting his head on top of yours. 

“Probably since you basically attack hugged me at the premiere. Maya teased me about it all night.” you blushed, reaching down to slip your hand into his.

Dacre smiled at the memory. 

The car he’d 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 you’d been giving.You’d 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. 

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Honored to be listed with all these fabulous people😊 check them out!!

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Bringing this back since our 80s boys don’t get enough love and I want to re-read all of them lol

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Lucky

Bucky x reader

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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! 😁💗 🇷🇴 Keep on writing! Melting-marmalade-moons 🌙

A/N: I picked Bucky for this since I don’t have a lot of Dad!Bucky fics and thank you to @Melting-marmalade-moons for requesting. Tumblr won’t let me tag you for some reason :( There is angst, and domestic bucky

“No.”

“Bucky, come on!”

“Are you seriously no-”

“It’s not happening.” 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...

“Bucky, you’re being ridiculous. This is an in and out mission! It’s not like I’m going to-”

“You are NOT coming. I won’t say it again.” 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. 

“How is this any different than last time?” You hadn’t meant to snap, but Bucky’s shoulders stiffened and he slammed the lid of the washing machine shut, the metal creaking and nearly bending under the force of his hand.

“How is it different? HOW IS IT DIFFERENT?!” 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....

 “It’s different because it’s not just us anymore.” 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. “Please don’t ask me again.”

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 ‘My Daddy’s a Hero’ printed in bright block letters on the front. You sighed. Bucky was right, it wasn’t just the two of you anymore. Your son had just turned three and you’d found out last month that you were pregnant again. The last serious mission you’d been on, you were three months pregnant with your son. Bucky was a nervous wreck having you out in the field, but being pregnant didn’t 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 “ass-kicking withdrawal” 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. 

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 son’s 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 father’s watchful eye. You leaned against the wall across from Bucky. You could feel the tension coming off of him in waves.

“He’s still too little to understand what it is we do for a living...” he trailed off, scrubbing a hand across his face. “It’s hard enough being away from him...away from you when I’m working. I don’t ever want...” his breath caught and you immediately reached for his hand, tugging him into the hallway and gently closing your son’s door. Bucky’s 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.

“I can’t let you go on missions-let me finish.” he held up a hand as you opened your mouth to protest. “I can’t let you go out there because if anything happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to explain to our son that his mommy got hurt or kil-Jesus- I just can’t, Y/N, I can’t.” 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. 

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.

“I don’t want to do it anymore, Y/N. I don’t want to risk my life every time I go on a mission and not know if I’ll come back to you.” You silenced him with a kiss, your fingers gently combing through his hair. “I 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.” he let out a wet laugh, knuckles gently grazing over your barely-there baby bump.

“I know.” you replied, cuddling further into his embrace. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll 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.”

“You definitely could not kick my ass.” Bucky laughed in reply, “Steve, maybe, but not me.”

“That so?” you joked, “You wouldn’t let your pregnant wife win in a fight?” 

Bucky’s smirked.

“Well I wouldn’t willingly let you win but, you know, there are some aspects of pregnancy that might prove to be a bit...” he wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, “Distracting.” his hand slid upward from where it was resting on your hip, his fingertips gently tracing the underside of your breast.

“James Barnes!” you giggled, pulling away and smacking him with the nearest pillow. “You’re lucky I love you” you fake sneered at him.

“You’re right. I am lucky.” he whispered, gazing at you in adoration before declaring that he was off to go make some mac and cheese.

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Sup Fam

I’ve got a Bucky (Marvel) imagine coming out tonight and A Dacre Montgomery (ST3) imagine coming out on Saturday.

Send me some requests! My inbox is dead!

I write for The Dirt/Motley Crue, Marvel (Bucky and Steve) and Stranger things Billy, Steve, Jonathan).

💕😘Emi

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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! 😁💗 🇷🇴 Keep on writing! Melting-marmalade-moons 🌙

THIS!! This is why I keep writing! It’s so nice to know that people truly appreciate what I’m putting out there. I’m hoping to have this posted sometime this week! You’re the sweetest!

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Wild Child

Billy Hargrove x Reader

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 you’d like me to continue it!

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Warnings: jealous Billy, swearing, the usual suspects

Billy’s car jerked to a halt in the parking lot, nearly knocking Max out of her seat. 

“Asshole...” she mumbled under her breath. Normally Billy would have sent her a threatening glare and told her to ‘get the fuck out of my car’ 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 Radford’s 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 blouse’s collar and the edge of what he suspected was her favorite lavender sweater peeking out from the unzipped lapels of James’ varsity jacket. God damn...he wanted her.

I’m 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/N’s hair behind her ear. Max quickly exited the car, skateboard in hand, the sound of her wheels hitting the pavement causing Y/N’s gaze to shift away from James and land on Billy’s car. Billy’s loud music suddenly stopped, the cassette in his tape deck clicking away. But he didn’t notice. Y/n had leaned slightly away from James, interest clearly written across her features as she spied him through the windshield. Billy wasn’t sure if his heart was beating entirely too fast or if had stopped altogether. He held his breath as the corner of Y/N’s 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 week’s English assignment that he knew he’d completed but couldn’t find it to hand it in. His dad hadn’t 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. 

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!” 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 driver’s side door, the hand holding the crumpled English assignment against his chest.

“Well you must’ve scared me so bad I’ve died and gone to heaven, cause all I see is an angel in front of me.” he smirked. And, just like that, confident flirty Billy was back. Y/N raised an eyebrow at him before giving him a playful shove.

“Ugh that was your worst one yet!” 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 he’d met her. It was November 18th and he would never forget it. 

~~Flashback~~

“Mr. Hargrove! Welcome to Hawkins High School! We’re glad to have you! This is Y/N Y/L/N. She’ll be showing you around. We believe it’s important to have a welcoming committee of sorts and Miss Y/L/N will be able to help you get settled in.” The principal moved aside and Billy’s 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 didn’t realize his hands were shaking until after he’d taken the folder from her outstretched hand.

“It’s ok to be nervous.” she whispered, giving him a smile as she nodded toward the folder in his trembling hands. “Would you like me to walk you through your schedule?” 

~~Present time~~

“Hey! You found it!” the excitement was clear in her voice.

“What?” Billy stopped short, confused. Y/N plucked the paper from his hands, waving it slightly in front of him.

“You found your English paper!” 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 couldn’t help but think about how her fingers would feel against his-

“Billy! Are you ok? You seem really out of it today.” Billy snapped back to reality, finding Y/N’s concerned gaze on him.

“Sorry, What?”

“I said you probably wouldn’t get full credit for your late paper but it’s better than not handing it in at all.” she repeated, taking two of the textbooks from his hands and gently placing the still somewhat rumpled paper between them. Billy’s 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.

“Shall we?” she smiled. Billy followed behind her like a lost puppy. “I’m having lunch with James today but we can still have our English tutoring session for the last fifteen minutes of lunch if you’d like? We can talk over the outline for next week’s essay?” Billy scoffed at her mention of James’ 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 wouldn’t 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 Billy’s way.

Billy returned the glare, the blood rushing in his veins when James pushed Y/N through the doors and out of Billy’s 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 didn’t know how he’d do it or how long it would take, but Y/N would be his. 

My heart's in exile I need you to touch me Cause I want what you do I want you

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Hi everyone! Requests are open for Stranger Things imagines! I will NOT write for the kids!!

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Wild Child (Billy x Reader)

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Sticky and Sweet (Dacre Montgomery x reader)

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Someone You Loved

Nikki x Reader

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Based on: Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi

A/N: This is angsty af

“I can’t do this anymore...”  

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 you’d 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 didn’t 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 would’ve left everything for him, your comfort zone didn’t exist with Nikki. He was all you need... well... needed. That’s when the tears came, and you had a feeling they wouldn’t stop.

Nikki’s 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 I’d just caused. She wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour and a half. I wasn’t 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 I’d so carefully built when I decided it was a good idea to leave. I loved her, I couldn’t deny that. But I also couldn’t deny that my fucked up past would eventually catch up to me. I wouldn’t put her through that... I couldn’t. 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 didn’t 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 I’d just hurt the one person I’d 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...

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Secrets and Cigarettes

Nikki x Reader

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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:  I have no idea if you’re 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 Mick’s 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 you’d been on the road with your brother’s band for nearly a year, you still hadn’t 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 you’d never imagined it would be like this. Just last week, you’d 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 hadn’t let you out of his sight after that.   

“You ok?” 

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. 

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 brother’s 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. 

“Here we go...” 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 would’ve run back into the hotel. “Just keep going. Don’t look at them.” 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 couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that stabbed through you. Suddenly, you were surrounded by outstretched hands holding lighters and if it weren’t 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.

“Put that shit away.” 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. “Help me out here, sweetheart.” he chuckled in your ear. “You gotta move your feet.”

You were so caught up in what had just happened that you hadn’t realized that you’d stopped dead, leaning into the bassist’s touch. 

“Y/N? Babe, we gotta get to the bus.” 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. You’d made it up three of the six small stairs when Nikki’s 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 you’d be damned if you weren’t 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. 

“What took you two so long?” 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.

“You know how the chicks get, man.” He risked a quick glance over his shoulder at you, sending you  a wink when he was sure your brother wasn’t looking.

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Part 3 to My Brother’s in the Band???? Loved 1 and 2

I hope so!! I haven’t started it yet, as I have 15 other things in my drafts ahead of that (I’ve been slacking, don’t hate me lol) but I am planning to continue it!