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The Juice Box ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Nick Valensi X Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

☾ ⋆*= Incorrect Quotes

A/N: Hey everyone, I'm back with another story. But this one is for Nick Valensi, I'm slowly falling in love with this man. He's so cool and cute!!! Anyway, hope you enjoy it! <3

High school has been boring, people annoy you and nobody catches your eye. It was Monday afternoon in homeroom. You were sipping on the juice box that you brought as you doodled on a random notebook you had. The teacher walks into the room, but so does a tall brown-haired boy following behind the teacher. He wore a white collared shirt with a red tie. His outfit came with a dark-colored leather jacket he wore on the outside.

No doubt, he was cute. In your school, new students were partnered with a student who already enrolled in the school prior. This is done so the new student can tour around the school with the old student. All the girls flock around hoping it is them that gets him. You didn't care you continued to draw as the teacher told the girls to go to their seats and he would announce who the new boy would be with.

"Okay Okay, I know you guys are excited to see who Nick here is partnered with. But I already have the person in mind." The teacher states while looking unamused. You look up to pay attention to the teacher.

"Nick, could you sit by Y/N? She'll be your partner to help you tour around." The teacher said pointing to you and the open spot near you. Nick nods and begins walking towards you. You were shocked but you remained calm on the outside. The girls in your homeroom give you dirty looks as Nick sits next to you.

"Um hi, I'm Y/N. But you probably already knew that when the teacher said it." You said smiling at him, Nick looks at you and smiles as well before he opens his mouth to talk.

"Yeah, I'm Nick. I'm guessing you already knew that too," Nick said chuckling at you. You smiled wider and closed your notebook.

"Nick, tell me about yourself. I will tell you about myself in return," You said smiling widely. Nick looks down and then back up at you.

"Well, I play guitar. Me and my buddies are in a band. Um, I love music, my favorite artists are Blondie and The Velvet Underground. They're my inspiration for my guitar playing" Nick explained, you sat there and listened as he talked. You admired his voice, it was relaxing and calm.

"Oh cool, well I guess I have to keep my word." You said smiling. Nick nods and sits closer to hear you better.

"I write, bake, play ukelele, I collect CDs. I love music as well. My favorite artists are The Cure, Talking Heads, and Sonic Youth. There's not a lot of interesting about me I guess." You explain while laughing. trying to ignore the feeling of awkwardness. Nick notices your nervousness and embrassassent. He leans closer to whisper in your ear.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed around me, I won't judge you," Nick whispers, sending shivers running down your spine. Your face flushed red as Nick slowly lifted his head while smiling. Your nervousness gets the better of you, as you reach for your juice box, your finger falls weak from shaking so much. You drop the juice box, and it hits the ground.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm just not used to someone being this close," You explained while laughing at yourself. Nick looks at you with gentle eyes and gets up to grab some paper towels. Nick comes back with a handful of paper towels. He bends down and begins to clean up the spilled juice.

"No, Nick. I should clean it," You said while bending down to Nick's level and holding his hand to clean up the juice instead. Nick looks up at you and smiles gently. His hands were warm and not sweaty at all, unlike yours which were cold and sweaty. You were nervous and shaking. Nick notices and pulls you in suddenly. His face was inches away from yours. The air freezes between the two of you. Seconds pass and he presses his lips against yours. His lips were soft, your nerves calmed down and you began to close your eyes. Nick pulls away and looks at you. You open your eyes and look at him.

"Are you alright now?" Nick asked as he still held your hand. You couldn't form words, you studdered out a response.

"I-I'm okay, you didn't have to do that," You said looking at Nick worried. Nick still notices you're nervous.

"I know, but I wanted to. You seem unique and I like that," Nick said while letting go of your hands and getting up to throw the wet paper towels. Nick comes back and holds out his hand to help you up. You take his hand and stand up.

"Come on, let's go. I want to see around the school." Nick demands as he drags you out of the classroom in a hurry. You look down and smile at what just happened.

"I like you already" You managed to mutter out. Nick hears you and turns his head to face you.

"I know, I like you too," Nick responds by smiling at you as he drags your arm to the vending machine.

"Seems like you know more about this place than me, but what are we doing here?" You asked looking up at him. Nick chuckles and inserts money into the machine.

"Getting you a new juice box, I felt bad you dropped your old one," Nick said as he pressed the option for juice. The box drops and Nick quickly drops it. He hands it to you, it is still cold. All you could do was smile at him. Nick smiles too and takes your hand again.

"Now, time for the real fun, show me around," Nick said running around excitedly. You walked ahead of him and began to take the lead.

"Okay fine, let's go," you said sipping on the new juice box and running ahead. Nick follows behind and watches as you sip on the juice box. Nick smiles and feels happy that you are too. The energy between the two of you is bright and you blush at the idea of Nick.

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THE VOICES THE VOICEEEEEESSSSSSS

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found this on insta and um yeh

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HE.

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his arm ???????

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o oh my god oh my fucking god oh my god—

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i just—

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St Mark’s Place - Nick Valensi x reader

(This takes place when you’re both 18, Nick was at the Dwight School, you had dropped out of a public school)

“He would never talk, but he was not shy. She was a street smart girl, but she could not lie. They were perfect for each other. Say it now, cuz in your heart it’s loud.” 

“Razorblade,” The Strokes

Gritty and street smart, you were a bit of a tough one to crack. Having grown up in a bit of a rougher part of the city - the city being the great New York City - you had to become a bit of a tough cookie when it came to the outside world…and your family. The family was also pretty rough, not really paying too much attention to you, so you were pretty much left to your own devices around the town; in other words, you tore up the town as much as possible. BUT, you tried hard to keep yourself out of trouble - sometimes, though, it didn’t work too well.

He was a bit quiet, but he was still a bit of a rowdy guy. He got into trouble quite a few times, even getting straight up arrested at 11 (A/N: this literally happened by the way. There’s an interview he did where he talks about having a parole officer at 11), getting into substances, and just all in all being cold and a bit, well, fucked up at such a young age. His father died when he was around 9 and things pretty much went downhill from there; emotionally he was a wreck.

You didn’t know each other, but somehow you kept seeing him. You noted that he was always with these four other guys, all looking like a little exclusive gang, fucking it up as much as possible on the street. He always saw you working at that shitty little bodega they’d frequent sometimes (mainly to steal things), but it didn’t seem like you cared too much about them stealing; you hated the job anyway. Frequenting the shop as much as possible, he and his gang would try chatting with you, the guys even making bets on who could ask you out first, but…you always turned them down. The only one who piqued your interest in the prospect of going out was the spindly, extremely tall, shaggy haired guy who always bought 3 packs of Marlboros at a time. You found it funny that he’d come back every two or so days just to buy another 3 or more packs; you guessed he just really liked his Marlboros. 

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Your frequent customers walked in as you were reading your book; you sighed and closed it, giving them a cold “welcome.” Honestly, you weren’t really in the mood to deal with them today because your parents had kicked you out of the apartment you and your family lived in. Being only 19, you had really nowhere to go, but….you’d figure it out as soon as possible. Maybe you could move in with a friend…? You looked up at the guys and noticed the wide-eyed-blue-eyed guy catching a glimpse of you before turning away to grab a pack of beer. You blushed slightly and quickly opened your book again to shake off the redness in your cheeks. 

‘He’s…cute— wait fuck stop—‘ Your thoughts were stopped as soon as they began when the tall guy walked up to the counter. You already knew what he was going to ask for, so you got up and grabbed the Marlboros. You grabbed five packs, planning on only charging him for two…why not, y’know? he was cute! 

“Hey..” He practically whispered, putting the six-pack of beer on the counter too. 

“Hey…” You looked up at him. He had a soft smile on his face and, damn, his eyes were so blue. You stared at him for a hot sec before realizing you were doing that, so you quickly put your head down and started typing into the cash register how much the total was. 

“30 bucks.” You said firmly. 

“30? Are you sure?” He laughed. ��I mean, I’m not complaining—“

“Yeah. I’m sure. You get a discount…cuz you’re cute.” You replied, praying to whatever god was out there that the situation wouldn’t get awkward. 

The lanky guy blushed slightly and flipped his hair out of his eyes. He was thinking about what to say because they pretty girl working at the bodega he and his friends came to every three or so days told him he was cute. I mean, he knew he was rather good looking, but…he definitely didn’t think you noticed at all. He replied: “Um..—“

“Fuck sorry—“

“Do you wanna go out?” He asked out of like…nowhere. 

You were totally caught off guard by his question, your words getting slightly caught in your throat for a second. You sucked in a breath quickly before handing him his stuff. “Um…—“

“Fuck sorry—“ He bit his lip and turned to leave. 

“Sure.” You replied, shrugging slightly. Why not, y’know? He was cute. 

He smiled again and told you to meet in down by one of the shops on St. Mark’s. 

“Wait, what’s your name..by the way?” 

“Y/N, you?”

“Nick.” He smiled again before walking out with his friends. 

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This is gonna be a standalone fic, so you can like…come up with your own conclusion! Or leave it open-ended !!! Hope you all enjoyed !!! I have both Nikolai and Fab fics in the works right fuckin now ! OH AND A JULES SERIES AAAAA !!!!

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Do you wanna kiss?- ANOTHER Nick Valensi x reader series pt 8 (the end)

You stood by his door for what felt like hours, trying to process what had just happened, but all you could think of was the absolutely destroyed look on Nick’s face. During that fight, you swore you had just seen your best friend shatter before you, almost like you had just taken a baseball bat to a window. Never in the 2 years you had known the guy, had you seen him so upset, so…distant, like you two were millions of miles apart. 

‘Oh my god…what have I done….’ 

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On the other side of his door, Nick was laying on his bed while smoking. In about 10 minutes he had smoked about 3 cigarettes down to practically nothing and he planned on going through the whole pack, trying to focus on anything other than you - it wasn’t working. A few tears escaped his blue eyes, but he reprimanded himself for letting them slip, so he wiped them away quickly. The lanky man walked over to his door and slid down, his back against it. Little did he know, you were doing the same, crying outside his room silently, your back resting on his door. 

“….”

“….”

“….Nick….” You practically whispered, “I’m sorry….”

“…why….?” He whispered back. You heard him sniffle and then heard the sound of a lighter flicking on; you didn’t respond, not entirely sure why you were sorry. He spoke up again: “I just…god, I’m sorry…like…I’m so sorry…I like..she meant nothing to me and like…I was so fucking jealous when I saw you with Jack….—“

“What…? Why…? We’re just casual, it’s not like we’re in love or something…?” Now you were confused. 

“Well, Y/N, I…I’m just like…like— like….I love you. I love you so so much…like I love you. Like I’m in love with you.” 

Everything was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, the tension thick. Nick felt like, after he had confessed, he was going to throw up, though he blamed it on his chain-smoking habit. Your heart leaped in your chest, a fire lighting up in you, and you knocked on his door. 

“Can I come in?—“ The door opened. 

“Want a cig..?” Nick smiled softly, handing you the one he was currently trying to burn out. That was the Nick way of saying “hey,” handing you a cig was. You gratefully took it, putting it to your lips and sucking in air. He always thought you looked sexy smoking cigarettes; well, actually, he thought you looked sexy doing anything, but smoking his cigarettes just made him wanna jump your bones. 

Passing the stick back and forth until it was done, no words were spoken between you two, though you both wanted to say something. Eyes locked, eyes looked away, hands brush against each other, hands darting away, thighs touching, bodies re-situating; things were, like I said, tense. 

You looked him straight in the eyes one last time, taking in a deep breath while trying to milk the cig for all it was worth, and then began to speak. “Do you wanna kiss? We don’t have too, but…I dunno, it’s just a thought.” The suggestion imitated the suggestion he had made on the train. 

“What…like some movie?” He laughed softly, fake dismissing your suggestion.

“Well..I guess so, yeah—“

He leaned in and softly pressed his lips against yours, taking the cigarette from your fingers and smoothly (and blindly) putting it out in his ashtray. You slowly laid down, pulling the lanky man with you, never breaking the kiss, and gently tugged on his t-shirt. He smirked and pulled away. 

“Eager?”

You smirked back and replied with: “seems like you are too.” His hand was rested right on your hipbone, squeezing firmly. Pulling back for about 5 seconds, Nick smoothly pulled his shirt off before laying you down again since you had sat back up. “You are….so fucking hot, dude.” You whispered, capturing his lips with yours again while your hand rested on his chest, fingers lightly touching his collarbone. Even though you two were like…y’know….about to fuck, you couldn’t resist calling him ‘dude,’ it was too ingrained in your vocabulary with him.

“God, I’m so in love with you,” Nick mumbled against your lips as his hand on your hipbone traveled to the inside of your thigh, “and I’m gonna make damn sure you know that.” 

All you could do was nod at his promise, your mind going from racing to practically blank in a matter of milliseconds, the only thoughts circling in your head being ones revolving around the hand currently resting between your legs. Having been with him like this probably about what felt like a million times before, you were surprised that you were so nervous, anticipating something that you should have been used to by now. For some reason though, it felt like your first time all over again for the both of you, like your whole friends-with-benefits thing was totally null, like it never happened. I guess that’s just what love does. 

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“Fuck…you’re beautiful..” Nick whispered totally in awe of you. You were glowing in your post-finishing state, smiling up at him with a light dusting of pink on your cheeks. “You’re gorgeous.”

“So are you..” You whispered, totally in awe of him. Never in your life had you seen someone look as beautiful as he did right then and there, his hair falling in his face, his eyes as big and blue as ever, his thin body that he was so insecure about was the only one you’d ever want on top of you, next to you, laying beside you. 

He gently laid down beside you, pulling you into his spindly arms, and then asked if you wanted a cigarette. 

“What? Like every cliché after sex scene in a movie?” You laughed, propping yourself up on your elbow, looking at him with a face that can only be described as the word “really?”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, grabbing a light and a cig from his Marlboro carton. 

“Hey, hey, listen up here bucko, I never said I didn’t want one. Now hand it here, hot stuff.” You held out your hand for the carton which he didn’t give to you. 

“Mmmm…I think we should share. Y’know…just so we lower the risks of cancer,” he laughed, lighting up, “plus I think you look sexy when you smoke my cigarette.” (A/N: the smoker’s perfect innuendo. I’m so fucking hilarious).

You snorted at his stupid innuendo and gently took the stick from between his middle and pointer fingers. “Nice one, Valensi, you’re real clever. Don’t act like you didn’t just get the best ‘smoke’ of your life, cuz I can go back to my nice comfy bed in my room, y’know, away from you.”

Nick grabbed the cigarette from your lips and brought it back to his. “Like hell would you actually do that—“

You laughed, punching your….maybe boyfriend softly in the arm, “You know I wouldn’t. I like you a little too much to leave, plus, your bed is so much nicer than mine. Cuz…um….it as you in it.” He rolled his eyes at the corniness of what you had just said, but gave you another kiss.

“You’re so damn lame,” the brunette laughed, giving you another soft kiss to your lips all while putting out the cigarette in his ashtray.

“But you love me.”

“But I love you.” 

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After scene:

“NIIIIIIICK, Y/NNNNNN! WE’VE BEEN CALLIN’ YOU FOR LIKE…AN HOUR! DID YOU TWO GET MURDERED?!!!?” Fab yelled, banging on your apartment’s door. 

“I think we lost them..” Albert said, patting Fab on the shoulder.

“R.I.P, Nick and Y/N, gone but not forgotten.” Nikolai shook his head, trying not to laugh. 

“They’re probably just ignoring us’” Julian shrugged, picking the lock and then opening the door. Upon seeing that no one was in the living room, they opened your bedroom door first. No one. Then they walked over to Nick’s bedroom door next and opened it. 

“Holy shit! My fuckin’ eyes!” Albert exclaimed.

“Ah!!!!” Nikolai yelled.

“Wow Nick, you have nice ass.” Fab commented. 

“AH!” You and Nick yelled at the same time.

“Well…glad you two are okay! Thought for a sec ya got murdered!” Julian said, shrugging his shoulders and laughing. 

“GET OUT!!!!” 

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The after scene hehehe. I was originally gonna call this part “cigarettes after sex,” but...eh....idk *shrug*. Hope ya’ll enjoyed! I love ya!!!!

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The something stripes interview - ANOTHER Nick Valensi x reader series pt 2

“So what would you say your sound is like? From what I’ve heard it’s really unique, almost gives me a little bit of blues and a little punk; I love it!” You laughed, smiling at the duo. To be honest, you’d kinda been eyeing Jack for the entire interview and it seemed like he was doing the same to you. 

“Well, I’d say we’re really inspired by blues and punk. We definitely believe that the more the merrier when it comes to our sound; why stick to just one genre? That’s no fun.” Jack replied, a smirk on his face while he crossed his legs. 

‘Damn,’ you thought, ‘he’s definitely something.’

Meg replied next. “I think we both kinda bring something different to the table every time we record, yknow? I’ve always been very interested in very simple drums that sound complex, and he really loves that blues-y sound, so I guess, we kinda make a dream team.” 

You made a note to become friends with Meg, cuz uh she’s so fucking cool. 

So the interview went as planned, getting the numbers of both Jack and Meg, all while making plans for another interview over lunch one day. 

‘God..they’re so fucking cool.’

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Nick was sitting on the floor of your living room playing guitar and writing in his notebook when you walked in at around 7 pm. 

“Hey Nickelodeon! Writin’ some more hits?”

“I dunno if I’d say that, but I kinda like it enough to show the guys. It’s - I think it’ll be called this at least - actually, I have no real idea what it’ll be called, I’ll let Jules decide that.” Nick sighed, closing up his notebook and laying his guitar on the floor. You could definitely tell he was a little stressed because he kept playing with his hair, so you sat down next to him to talk about your interview. 

“That band is like the coolest…besides yours, of course. I figured out their name like right before I had to talk to them, they’re called The White Stripes, and I swear to god I think you and the guys would really like them. They’re kinda blues, kinda punk, kinda bringing back a little bit of the old garage rock sound; I just..I dunno, they’re really cool. We should totally go to a show of theirs together cuz I really do think you’d like them.” You said, laying your head on his shoulder. While talking about the interview, you couldn’t really get your mind off the lead singer, Jack. You didn’t really know what it was, but his presence just really stuck with you. 

“That’d be really cool. I’d love to see them! The way you kinda like described them has deeeeefinitely made me interested, which doesn’t happen too often, yknow.” He smiled when he felt your head on his shoulder. He always thought he was a little too angled for you to be comfortable laying your head on his shoulder, but you seemed to like it, so he never complained. He’d never complain about it, to be honest; you were his best friend after all. 

“Well they have a show at the Mercury Lounge on Friday, so I’m taking you. They told me I could hang backstage after the show, and I’m sure I can you and the guys back there too. I am kinda best friends with them now! Meg and Jack are like the coolest, besides you, and I think - I don’t know for sure but..- Jack was kinda eyeing me a little. Not like I’m complaining or anything!” You joked about the part of being their best friend as you barely knew the duo, but the comment about Jack flirting with you rubbed Nick the wrong way a little, though you didn’t really notice it; he was good at hiding things, especially his emotions. He was a hard book to read, kinda like Ulysses by James Joyce - only a specific person could really get through him. To totally change the subject and get you to stop thinking about the band, he turned his body towards you and kissed you rather forcefully to which you kissed back. You didn’t know why he suddenly just initiated the kiss, but you weren’t complaining. 

Pushing your shirt up a little, Nick’s hand ran over your hip bone, your hand landing on his chest. It was more heated than usual, as things were a little more goofy than this. It left a you a little confused. 

‘Why all of a sudden is he so serious? Like..I dunno..it’s whatever.’ You ended up thinking, before he laid you down on the floor to get to work.

Things were just…weird that night. Really, really weird and really, really different. What had gotten into him? What did you say that got under his skin? You had no clue and you weren’t gonna try to figure it out; he was just too hard to read and you decided putting all your effort into that would just confuse you more. You accepted his weird change of behavior though because it was a nice change of pace, but it still was…odd. 

Whatever. No point in asking since…well…it wasn’t like he liked you. You two were best friends after all. 

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And they were roommates - ANOTHER Nick Valensi x reader series pt 1

Living with your best friend was kinda the best thing that had ever happened to you. Nick Valensi - though he was not the most organized nor was he the most clean - was a great roommate to have, always being there when you needed someone, talking late at night on the worn down couch while passing a joint between the two of you, being able to cook like…one meal, and introducing you to some of the coolest people on the planet. His band, The Strokes, was trying to make it big in their hometown of NYC and, being his best friend/roommate, you got to hear a lot of their stuff before anyone else did. He usually asked for your opinion when it came to his guitar parts, possible singing parts (though Julian never really let him sing besides that “run, run ruuuuun” part in sagganuts), and just his all around musicianship. Nick also wrote his own stuff to sing, but never really had the confidence to show anyone besides you, so…almost every week you practically got a little private concert from him. 

There was one problem with being his roommate though. You had a massive crush on him. The funniest part too, you might ask? You also happened to be friends…with benefits. 

It started probably the first couple of days after you moved in together, the both of you a little stoned, when Nick asked if you’d ever want to have sex with him. 

“As friends,” he said, “I mean, we’re both single and we’re both here, plus you’re like…my best friend and friends do shit like that all the time, yknow?” He flipped his messy brown hair out of his eyes, the bangs getting just a little too long. You made a note to yourself to convince him to let you cut his bangs, all while thinking about this….offer.

“I dunno, Nickelodeon (that was your nickname for him), would that mess anything up between us? I mean, I’m not opposed to this cuz I haven’t gotten any in like..6 months and I’m getting desperate here, but we need to promise each other that neither of us catch any feelings.”

He began to laugh, “so you only wanna do this cuz you’re desperate? Thanks, I feel so loved!”

You rolled your eyes and blew a breath of air in his face as you were laying your head on his lap. He jumped for a hot sec, smiling down at you with that beaming smile he had. You could never really describe it fully, but his smile was so innocent yet his eyes were always…well, let’s say, almost never all that innocent. 

“But seriously. We cannot catch feelings.” You emphasized again.

“I hear ya, I hear ya! I promise I will not catch feelings.” Nick held out his pinky to make a pinky promise, to which you held yours out, interlocking your two fingers into the promise. Now. Neither of you could break that. 

“So? Can I kiss you?—“ And before you two knew it, you two were uh…well…you get it. 

And thus you were in a serious predicament that you could not seem to get yourself out of, wanting so badly to tell someone about it, but…you swore to keep it to yourself.

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“Holy shit, dude, you’re like a sex goddess or something” Nick laughed, ruffling your hair and then lovingly (in a best friend way) wrapping an arm around your waist. You and he had just finished up and you were getting up to get dressed and go back to your room when Nick pulled you to his bare chest. 

“You should stay here tonight. Like..I dunno…it just kinda feels weird when you go back to your room like right after we’re done. I mean you don’t have to stay here, but I’d…I’d like it.”

“I mean, are you like…sure you’re sure? Cuz like..would this mess anything up?”

“Whaddya mean? Friends do shit like that all the time? Y’know after shows sometimes Albert and I do shit like that like cuddle not fuck, it’s like..normal, I guess.”

Debating rather quickly, you decided to get back into bed with your best friend, nuzzling up against him. He was rather cold surprisingly, but he always ran a little cold so you weren’t too surprised. It was odd doing this with him, I mean you were used to doing other stuff with him, but this? This was totally new and totally surprising, especially considering that you two barely even hugged. You definitely weren’t complaining though. 

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“How would you feel about like…okay okay, I’ll pose the question this way,” Nick laughed slightly, “What if you find someone better than me? Hm? What’ll you do?” He sounded a little sad, but quickly covered it up with another laugh. “I mean, you probably won’t find anyone better than me, cuz uh, I dunno if you’ve noticed but I’m kinda the coolest person you’ve ever met.”

“Mmmm, I doubt that, Fab’s pretty cool—“

“Hey! I can kick you out of my bed”

“Yeah fuckin right, you love me too much.”

He deliberated for a hot sec before saying: “Of course I do, you’re like my best friend!” 

Feeling a little deflated, you quickly said a “yeah” before rolling over, your back facing him. He sat up. Did he say something wrong?

“Hey, did I like…—“

“No dude, I’m just really tired and need to sleep. I have to get up early cuz I’m interviewing this band called like..The Something Stripes tomorrow so like I really have to sleep.” You lied. You weren’t interviewing them until the afternoon, but you felt sad by the best friend comment, so you made a stupid excuse. 

Nick nodded and then laid back down, his back facing yours. He thought for basically the rest of the night, barely sleeping, with you doing the same.  

‘I wish she could just…like…open her eyes cuz like…I’m being obvious, like really obvious, right?’

‘I wish he could just open his eyes cuz…it’s kinda obvious now that I like him, but…I’m gonna mess things up if I tell him’

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ANOTHER NICK SERIES CUZ IM A TOTAL WHORE FOR THIS MAN - hope you all enjoy !! I’m working on an Albert fic right fucking now too so expect more for him too >:) 

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The fight and taking things further - Nick Valensi x reader pt 8

Tonight was going to be wild. You all were going to an actual club for the first time in months and ALL of you were bound to get fucked up as that was your ultimate goal. All of you were pregaming in the tour bus before the real fun, and lemme just say, you all were….FUCKED UP ALREADY. Go figure. 

Laying on top of Nick, you giggled as he kissed your neck, mumbling a “let’s just get outta here…You look so sexy right now..” A hand lifted the hem of your shirt ever so slightly. 

“Not now, babe, the guys are gonna lose their shit!” You practically yelled, not realizing you were talking that loud. 

Everyone began to laugh their head off - Fab even beginning to cry at how hard he was laughing. It was obvious you all were…on some things, but no one really cared as you were as so set on going to the club.  It was called “Club XO” and everyone was well…looking for a little ‘xo’ action if you catch my drift.

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Walking into the club on some…things was like walking into Alice in Wonderland with the lights flashing, music pounding against the walls, sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other, the smells of sweat, weed, and liquor apparent. It was disgusting, but you all loved it in that moment. It wasnt like you all didnt frequent clubs like this anyway, yknow?

“Nick…this is….crazy…” You grabbed his hand which was shaking and pulled him to the dance floor immediately. This was gonna be a loooooooooong night.

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You and Nick had separated for a little while as you wanted to dance some more and he wanted to hang out in the bathroom and get a little higher to take away the anxiety he was feeling.  You knew he was having a hard time, so you didn’t want to keep him on the dance floor if he felt uncomfortable.�� Letting him go, you decided to dance by yourself until someone came up to you and asked to dance. He was tall, rather pale and thin, and dressed rather interestingly; he introduced himself as Peter (hehe). 

“D’ya wanna dance?�� He asked in a heavy British accent. 

You smiled and yelled a very enthusiastic ‘yeah!’ Of course you weren’t gonna turn down a chance to dance with someone! You loved doing it and he seemed kinda cool, so….

After about 10 or so minutes of dancing with him, he pulled you a little closer, his hand on your waist. You smiled and leaned in, the two of you dancing a little closer. Little did either of you know that Nick had spotted this scene as he walked back to you on the dance floor and, boy, was he pissed. So when Peter pulled you in and kissed you, Nick felt like the whole world stopped, his heart shattered, his anger rising up quickly.  When the lanky man made it up to the both of you, he tapped Peter’s shoulder to which Peter turned around to tell whoever to ‘fook off’ because he was ‘with a bird.’ Nick decked him. Hard.

“You fuckin prick! That’s my girlfriend! I swear to god, I’ll fucking—“

Peter pushed him, trying to get a punch in, but Nick was just a little too New Yorker for him and knew how to fight pretty well. He was gonna show that English prick how people dealt with things in New York. 

Next thing you knew, the two men were wrestling each other on the floor with everyone around them confused and you screaming for them to stop. The guys noticed some sort of commotion coming from the dance floor, so they decided to check it out and, upon seeing Nick was in the middle of a fight, ran to pull the two men off of each other.  

Once they tore apart the two idiot men, you ran over to Nick to reprimand him and to also make sure he wasnt too hurt. 

“What the hell, Nick!?”

“He was kissing you! Like hell was a gonna let him just fucking kiss you!”

You bit your lip and looked over at Pete who looked to be a bit of a mess as compared to Nick who probably got like one punch to his person and maybe a scratch, though his knuckles were all nasty…again. He looked about ready to either kill someone or cry…or both. 

Julian walked over to you and Nick. “Listen, we got that guy, you two just leave before like….,” he pointed to Nick, “you get yourself into more trouble.”

You grabbed your boyfriend’s hand and rushed out of the club, trying to avoid everyone who was looking in your direction.  You were embarrassed and angry and sad and confused and— you just couldn’t believe it.

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When you two got the hotel, Nick had cooled off a bit and calmed down.  You on the other hand….

“Nick. I cant fucking believe you.” You stated, trying to sound assertive, but instead you just sounded sad.

“He kissed you.”

“I know, but that was a little…overkill. You really did a number on that guy. Like do you know how bad that’s gonna look on all of us?! Like…you’re gonna get into so much trouble! You do realize youre famous right?! Everyone’s gonna be talking about this tomorrow!”

“I dont care. He kissed you.”

You put your head into your hands, trying not to totally freak out. You didnt want his reputation to be ruined because of you and that was scaring the shit out of you. 

“Fuck..Nick…why’d you have to do that..?” You asked as you very softly rubbed his now dried bloody knuckles. He hissed quietly in pain. You pulled your hand away quickly, but he grabbed it back. 

“I love you, Y/N. I just…got so jealous…”

“Never again. Okay? You better not do this again, cuz I dont like jealousy.  Like, that kiss meant nothing. It was uncalled for, yes, but don’t do shit like that, please, cuz all youre gonna do is get yourself into trouble.”

Your boyfriend looked deep into your eyes and, deciding he couldn’t deal with the thought of someone else’s lips on yours, kissed you. His lips on yours were always comforting no matter what type of kiss it was - soft kisses were touching, rough kisses were hot, goofy kisses were adorable, and just….you loved his lips on yours. 

Totally forgetting half of what just occurred, you melted into his touch as he laid you down on his bed; your hands never pulled away from each other.

A sweet kiss turned into a passionate kiss and a passionate kiss turned into a rough kiss, the both of you desperate and needy for each other’s love.  Nick’s lips left yours, slowly moving down to your neck, biting and sucking a little bit to give you a couple hickeys.  He was always fond of them, loving to give them and receive them and goddammit was he going to mark you up so fucking much.  

“Oh my god—“ your breath hitched in your throat as he kissed one of the hickeys he had just given you. You felt a smirk against your skin; he was really proud of himself for his…artwork on your skin. 

“I love you, god, I fucking love you…” He whispered when he pulled away from your neck, smiling at you softly.

“I love you too…” Your hand reaching up to cup his face, rubbing his rather sharp cheekbone. He was literally just so sexy. 

Something crossed your mind: you and Nick hadn’t ever….gone all the way. Of course you’d made out with him many times, but…

“Nick, um,” You started getting really nervous. What if he laughed? What if he was like “ew”? What if—

“Babe, it’s alright, you can say whatever, really.”

“I wanna…possibly…um…actually never mind—“

“You wanna go a little further, right?” He smiled, thinking of the idea of whatever could possibly happen. 

You nodded, a little embarrassed at how he could read you so well. 

“Well…we’ve got all night and the guys are probably still partying and shit, so…” 

And with that, he kissed you again, excited and nervous for what was to come (badumching, ah puns, what a great way to lighten the mood a little more). You kissed back, and well, let’s just say neither of you got any sleep. You guys were just having a little too much fun to even want to sleep. 

Oh the lovebirds, ever so gorgeous and sweet. What could possibly happen next, you ask? Well….you’ll just have to see. 

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AGAIN PSA DONT DO SUBSTANCES PLEASE THEYRE BAD. also we got a little spicy at the end, it’s like one of my first times ever writing anything like that, so please dont hate me for how bad it is. ALSO FIGHT ??????