Turn Me On (Mike, 5lbs of pressure)
Tags: @romanroyapoligist @nevvdrinksteaa @444rockstargf
Summary: you caught the eye of a long-haired mike in the club
Warnings: Fem!reader, suggestive language, drugs mentioned, smoking, grinding
the music was booming and you could feel the base pulsing in your skin, letting your body move freely. you open your eyes and make eye contact with a man with soft blue eyes and long dark hair. he catches your eye and you point at him as you dance. without having to say anything he walked over to you, the lights seemingly making him stand out in the crowd, moving in slow motion. you didn’t know this but chills ran through his body the moment he saw you. lust in both your eyes.
he slowly approached and you felt your adrenaline spike. soon he was standing in front of you. both of you dancing and moving to the music, grinding onto each other. you felt free and in your element taking in the different smells that woke you up.
you felt like all eyes were on you as the both of you continued to press together. his hands reached for your hips, both your hair flying everywhere. you pulled away and walked over to the bar, the man following watching as you got on the counter.
you began dancing on the counter. him watching you in awe at how liberated you looked, so full of love for life. your skin twinkling from the sweat but still, you smelled of mint and martinis, your hands running over your body.
you didn’t care if people were watching or judging or cheering you just wanted to live in the moment. you pulled him onto the counter with you, pulling his hips against yours, taking him by surprise. “lean back when i do.” you spoke your first words into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. he did as he was told, leaning away from each other while you held your hips together. the song ending and you both let go of each other.
“what’s your name?” you asked into his ear, smelling the weed wafting off him. you knew you were gonna like him. “Mike.” he mouthed. “cool! I’m Y/N.” you said, beginning to dance to the next song. god even her name is intoxicating. “wanna go somewhere a little more quiet?” he asked and you nodded before leading him away from the loud music.
“i’ve never seen you here before.” he said, causing you to laugh. “never in the same place twice babe.” you said, wiping your hair from your face. “got a cigarette?” you asked, pulling a lighter from the hem of your jeans. he nodded. “god you’re so sexy.” he said, handing to one, watching you light it. “not too bad yourself.” you giggled, taking a hit and turning your head to blow the smoke out. “i just love the scene i need to keep moving.” you told him as you handed him the cig. “clearly. but i like it. i wanna be around for it more often if that’s cool with you.” he suggested, the smoke puffing out from his lips. “yeah here’s my number.” you said taking his phone from his pocket, making him jump at the swift motion. you typed in your digits.
you saw him take another hit from the cigarette and you quickly pressed your lips to suck the smoke out, flustering him and running back into the club before letting him react.
he just hoped you gave him a real number and not bogus combinations as he got back into his car and drove off, satisfied with his night at the club.
A/N: quick little thing I wrote. I couldn't choose between the songs oops
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“Hey, uh. Weird question,” Tango starts, and then stops, from the inside of the little house they’ve built next to the pasture.
“Okay,” Jimmy says. “Fire away!”
“Would—would you have preferred if I were Scott? You can be honest here. Wouldn’t be the first time being, like, fourth fiddle to—”
Jimmy laughs. Tango shuts up. He’s staring at Jimmy, wide-eyed and confused.
“No,” Jimmy says. “No.”
“Oh, okay!” Tango squeaks. “Sorry! Sensitive topic! Should have… sorry.”
“No, no, you’re good,” Jimmy says. What he doesn’t say is this:
Two lives over, they’d tried, and frankly, Jimmy thinks that if it were meant to work out, they wouldn’t have waited to be happy for the afterlife. They would have been happy then, and there, and—and maybe, by now, there isn’t a spark. Maybe every life over isn’t destiny. Maybe that’s alright? Maybe that’s—normal. Maybe he wants to be his own person. Maybe he’s tired of flowers, and trying, and old sparks. Maybe that’s…
Jimmy doesn’t want to be a mirror of the same thing, over and over again. He could, had they have been bonded. He could have been in love again, maybe. If he’d tried. If he’d had to. If there had been that bond. But there isn’t. And…
And…
“I’m happier,” Jimmy says. “I want you. I want this. I want this.”
“Oh,” Tango says, softly.
“I want this,” Jimmy says.
Tango, quietly, presses his hand into Jimmy’s, and Jimmy takes it, and it is here and now, and Tango’s hand is warm, and Jimmy’s heart is warm, and that’s enough.
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Derek the Doggo
Now, I've read a few Sterek AU fics where Derek has to pretend he's a dog/wolf and gets adopted by Stiles, who is none the wiser. Stiles usually talks to his "pet" in these as if he were talking to a person.
That's nice and all, but can someone PLEASE give me a Stiles that speaks to fully-shifted wolf Derek like a tumblr millennial raised on the internet? Like the single, poorly socialized, unhinged, expending-waaaay-too-much-energy-into-his-"fur-baby" dog-mom I know he'd be?
Like, Stiles holding up a mirror up to Derek and going "It you!"
Or, when Derek lays belly-up, paws to the ceiling, and stretches his toes wide, Stiles says sagely, "Ah, yes.The beans are coming in nicely this year."
Or Stiles putting Derek in a hotdog costume.
Or decorating his entire place with balloons and streamers and ordering an elaborate, dog-safe cake made of peanut butter and Milkbones to celebrate their one-month-iversary since the adoption.
Stiles hiring a professional baby photographer for a photoshoot.
Stiles setting up a Zoom call for Derek with another friend's dog, in which, Derek just sits there, looking awkwardly between Stiles and the other dog like "What exactly am I supposed to do here?", because he's a full grown man expected to have a "conversation" over videochat with a dog like they're supposed to bark back and forth about the weather or park recommendations or something.
Stiles making Derek a Twitter account and constantly posting as him in doggo speak (which he reads out loud, in a voice he imagines Derek would have, as he types). Like "Henlo! I is heckin good boi derk! Big anger! Much grump!" Or "No bork. Only O\m/O". Or "Mmmm hooman shoes omnomnomnom 😋"
And when Derek tears into things or misbehaves in an attempt to upset Stiles, he's just met with a psuedo-stern "Wuh-oh. Looks like Hurricane Derek strikes again. I hereby sentence you to 3 hours of cruel and unusual punishment!" Before being put in a cone of shame.
Bonus points if, after Derek shifts back, it turns out Stiles already knew he was a werewolf (maybe not the whole time, but definitely early on). He just wanted to see how far he could push things until the mysterious werewolf he had adopted finally showed himself and revealed whatever he was planning.
(If there is, by miracles of miracles, already a fic like this, recs would by greatly appreciated!)
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I requested the Nolan Nico fic but I didn’t expect it to hurt that bad. You’re too good! Thank you!
I have another request please! Something in the vain of people around Jack aren’t always truthful with him, he’s absolved of any criticism and Nico considers himself an enabler too, and so Nico takes a tough love approach this time with their loss that’s so fresh, one person isn’t to blame but one person did make two careless mistakes. I love reading fics where Nico is Jack’s comfort zone but he’s also the captain and I think it would be interesting to read from that pov as well where he doesn’t skirt around being honest for once in their relationship and that inevitably makes them closer.
I'm glad you enjoyed my take of your NolanNico request, I hope this one is up to snuff as well! Took a little different approach, tried to experiment a bit here, so hopefully it works!
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Luke really shouldn't be eavesdropping, but this is Nico and Jack's fault for not doing this at Nico's. If they didn't want him to overhear, they shouldn't have made it so easy for him to overhear.
Plus, this is far too juicy for Luke to be a good person and put his headphones in or blast some music or do the courteous thing and leave the apartment altogether.
When Luke made his swift exit to his room, Jack was looking blankly at one of their walls unthinkingly biting his fingernails while Nico was pacing, his face looking even more troubled than his regular resting face.
"We're a team, Jack."
Luke hears Jack hum.
"No, Jack. We are a team," oh, Luke can hear Nico ramping up to something, Luke gets comfortable, maybe he should have made some popcorn.
"There's nineteen of us out on the ice every game. You don't need to," Nico lets out a big breath, and Luke thinks he hears Nico take a seat, "You can't do this thing where you play like you're the only one that can win it for us."
"Nico, we don't---"
"No, we have to talk about this. I need to talk to you about this." Nico's getting a little louder now. Nico doesn't get loud. Nico speaks and everyone else gets quiet. And Luke can almost picture Jack snapping his mouth shut. Can almost picture Jack's eyes going a little wide, but then getting smaller, a little defiance in them, a little fight maybe.
Its getting testy.
"I know I fucked up, Nico," Jack is grinding this out, even the way he says Nico's name is almost spat out, "We don't have to do a debrief of how I singlehandedly cost us the game."
Luke can tell Jack's gotten up now. He's the one staring down at Nico now. He's the one trying to take control of this conversation, trying to end it.
Nico stays seated though, he doesn't rise to Jack's level, "Can you please listen to me? I need you to listen to me right now." And Luke knows the exact face Nico's making. Its determined, but kind. Its soft, but focused.
Luke hears some shuffling and thinks Jack's probably sat back down. He thinks they're probably facing each other on the couch now.
"You've put the league on notice, Jack. We've all put the league on notice. They weren't expecting us last season and they definitely weren't expecting you."
Luke lets out a soft "ooph" because that takes a lot for Nico to say. Nico's always made it a point to say how Jack's been great from the beginning, how they aren't underdogs.
"They know your game, they spend entire video sessions studying you, probably," Luke hears Nico let out a huff, maybe that was meant to be a laugh.
"You have to be smarter."
"I know." Luke could barely hear that, but Jack sounds resigned, deflated.
"Jack, I'm not asking you to be perfect, but you can't be careless. You see the game like none of us can---"
"Don't sell yourself short, Schao," Luke definitely hears a smile there. And Nico lets out another huff and probably rolls his eyes at Jack.
"The way you see the ice, these mistakes...you shouldn't be making these types of mistakes, okay? The only reason you're making them is because you've gotten it into your head that its all on you. It's not. You gotta stop."
Luke's leg is cramping in the position he's sitting in on the floor next to his door, and he takes that as the sign it is and gets up, grabs his laptop and his headphones.
Nico and Jack are going to be out there for awhile still. There's a lot to get out, a lot to go over.
This is their team, after all. Nico and Jack's team.
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