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[undermycitadel]

Finesse

Summary: Laetitia bullies Mick, basically.

Paring: Mick Jagger x Laetitia Harb (Inspired Female Character)

Word Count: 1051

Based on the lines from @mymiscfandomimagines  ‘s drabble list. Anon request #13: 

“My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

A/N: My bad habits took me from my word count limit of 500. Nevertheless, I had fun writing this. Laetitia Casta circa 1999 was my muse. I’ve been into her recently. Her name was used simply because it was “new” and “exotic.”

She sported a smug smile as she watched Mick and Keith strut through the doors of her Paris Villa. She knew she could be easily entertained when her favorite lovers paid her visits. Never a dull moment, and even if one would spur, she could rely on being entertained by the odd customs of her British opposites. She constantly poked fun at their driving on the wrong side of the road, and of course, Mick’s comeback would always have to do with the Americans’ favoritism towards the fried and greasy food. And if it weren’t for her career restricting her from pigging out then she would feel offended but she laughed along with him. One thing she had great fun over was Mick’s accent, and following of recording and promoting It’s Only Rock ‘n Roll, it was the comical gift that kept on giving.

Mick lead Keith into the dining room which separated the cooking area from the cozy, stone-walled living room reminding Laetitia of her home in St.Petersburg. It would always be nice to resign in a resemblance of home when she came to Paris for work. In his hand, he held a demo copy of the album that was so highly prized. In Keith’s arms were large brown paper bags with an unknown matter but by the grease staining the bottom of the bags, Laetitia assumed the pair hit up a fast food restaurant. No remaining Stones besides Keith joined Mick that evening and she wondered why but decided against pressing the question.

Laetitia wasn’t expecting company at the time of the Glimmer Twins’ arrival. It was long after midnight on a Friday, and Mick called to give her notice of his visit somewhere amidst the weekend, it was always towards the end near Sunday bleeding until the Sunday following. Unlike Mick and Keith who modeled nice sport coats, she was lounging in her favorite cotton T-shirt, knotted at her waist, and white panties. Just something to throw on to cover herself. She was terribly comfortable in her own skin. But because the Glimmer Twins have seen just about every inch of her curves, she made no effort to cover herself further. A woman dressed in almost nothing wouldn’t stop them from rubbing with one another. If anything, Mick would get more lip from her because of it!

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting you for another twenty years,” Laetitia called sarcastically as she flickered through the channels on the television.

“Change in plans, sort of;” said Mick as he hung his jacket on the hanger in the coat closet. At least finding a place to sleep was no trouble. Neither Mick nor Keith cared as long as it was warm and dry. And on the occasion, they would crawl into Laetitia’s bed in the after hours.

“I came home earlier than expected today,” Laetitia paused her sentence to look up to Keith as he floated past her, stopping to plant a peck on her lips. 

“I’m going to your room, tired,” he stated in a throaty voice.

“Alright, I’ll be up soon,” she kissed him again before his retreat. Keith kissed the back of her hand then was on his way, kicking off his shoes.

“Mick, after I came home I turned on the radio and they played Til The Next Goodbye...”

“Oh really?” Mick poked his head from the other side of the doorway, where the closet was. “Any good?”

She adjusted herself on the couch to make room for seconds, to which Mick took advantage and laid snug against her.

“It was quite hilarious, actually.”

Mick stared at her incredulously. Now, it was one thing to mock his wardrobe or his shoes, but the music was another subject. Knowing Laetitia, she was obviously joking around, continuing their ongoing mock feud, but her reasons were worth listening to. Even if she used her voice to degrade his character, he loved the taste her accent put on his tongue. Laetitia could spit out a swear, call him out of his name, and Mick would eat his heart out. A sweet voice.

“What do you mean?” Mick foresaw where the younger girl would take him with her accusation. He inquired regardless only to hear the pulpy in her voice. He didn’t think anything of it, so he prepared to ignore and proceeded to scatter lusty kisses on her neck.

“I think a better question would be ‘what’s the deal with your accent?’ Mick, you sound like you’ve married your cousin for god’s sake,” she pushed her head into his chest. Mick’s head shot up in curiosity. He rolled his eyes and toiled with her thick, hybrid bronde hair.

“My accent? What are you talking about,” he asked but knew exactly where she was going with her jab. His eyes glazed over the television screen. Laetitia left playing Numbers and Letters, a French game show, on the screen. Mick understood most words.

“And I sure don’t need the tears you cry,” she mimicked his accent on the single, making the impersonation less like the recorded version but similar to a cowboy bobbing his head as he rode a white horse. She followed her joke with a laugh that made Mick curious if she helped herself to the grass he forgot to take home with him from his last visit. Nevertheless, It was still hysterical.

“Oh please, I do not sound like that.”

“Then what would you call it then?”

Mick reported half- mindedly with, “It’s called finesse, Laetitia, maybe you should try it sometime.” He was tired but was willing to power through fatigue if he could touch Laetitia. And he sat with her and half listened to her pick out each and everything wrong with the track- and more specifically, his artificial accent. After two commercial breaks, Mick didn’t think her sweet voice was being put to good use. He believed a sweet voice like hers should be used for nice things, not funny bashes heading his way.

“What have you done all day, huh?” Mick interrupted her mid sentence.

“I told you,” she giggled into his chest. “I had worked earlier.”

“You need a hobby or something, instead of harassing me.”

Laetitia almost lost it completely. The comical aspect of his embarrassment and wounded pride. He was such a big baby.

“My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

Mick sighed. A commercial for Vagisil was on the television. “Why don’t you... act or something?”

[80s-rock-blog]

(I know it’s not Halloween yet buttt...)

(Also, idk if this headcanon has been done before, I just thought it would be fun to write)

Imagine going through haunted houses with GNR

Warnings: Cussing

- Every year the boys get a small break from touring/music for Halloween

- Usually y’all go trick-or-treating (you and the boys really stick to the old saying; “you’re never too old for trick-or-treating”) or celebrate at your house

- But no...this year they (Duff and Steven) chose for all of y’all to go through multiple haunted houses around the state

- And you were NOT looking forward to it

- Sure, you can watch scary movies with ease, but going into an attraction where people are getting in your face and scaring you? No thanks

- However, with some peer pressure...

- “Come on, Y/N! It’ll be fun, I promise!”

- “It won’t even be that scary.”

- “Plus! We’ll be right there for you if you do get

scared.”

- ...You eventually agreed to go

- In the end, they were your best friends and there was no way you were going to miss out on doing something with them for the holiday

- Y’all ended up taking your mini van

- You were driving, Izzy was in the passenger seat,

Axl and Slash were in the middle row, and Steve

Duff were in the back

- After about an hour, y’all arrived at your first haunted house of the night

- It was a clown themed house...yAaAy

- The line for the house was super long and ended up taking about a thirty minute wait, but you all waisted the time by talking and laughing

- You also discussed the line up for when you went in

- Axl in the front (he tried to protest but you all

used the “you’re the front man of the band”

card), Izzy behind him, you behind Izzy, Slash

behind you (you figured getting between Izzy and

Slash was your best option), Steven behind

Slash, and Duff in the back (tallest last)

- When it eventually came time for y’all to go inside, you all got in your line up and walked in

- The first five minutes for you were hell and you were already regretting it

- There were clowns EVERYWHERE

- You basically were hugging Izzy and clenched to his arm while screaming your head off

- “Shit, shit, shi-AAH!! No, no, no, no...oh, God.

Izzy!” was probably all the boys heard those first

five minutes (all of that coming from you)

- They were all laughing their heads off while trying to calm you down

- “Y-Y/N...*laughing*...it’s ok...*more laughing*....

i-it’s not r-real.”

- And because you were so scared, that only attracted more clowns...making things even worse

- You eventually got to where you stopped screaming, but you were still clinged to Izzy with closed eyes and squirming like crazy

- There was one part where you knew there were clowns right beside you and in front of your face, however, you kept your eyes shut and didn’t say a word

- “How are you doing, Y/N?”

“Fuck you, Duff!”

- Although you were definitely the most scared, the boys got scared as well

- There were multiple of times were Axl made all of you stop walking because he was afraid to walk past a clown. He also almost threw some punches here and there

- Other times you all would have to start walking faster because Duff would be running away from something while screaming

- And usually his screaming included Steven’s as well

- Izzy and Slash were the most “unphased”, but every now and then they would scream or jump due to a good jump scare

- Slash even screamed like a girl at some points

- After a few more scares, the house was finally getting to an end; you could literally see the door that led outside

- Now you were off of Izzy and laughing with the others while walking towards the door

- Y’all thought it was over...but no...it was NOT over

- You’re laughing soon got interrupted by none other than a fucking chainsaw

- You all turned around and immediately started screaming

- Duff and Steven quickly turned back around and started pushing all of you forward

- Axl and Izzy already booked it and ran for the door

- You, however, did not move...you literally could not run

- You just closed your eyes and stood still

- The boys were all freaking out and Duff and Steven eventually ran past you and Slash

- The guy with the chainsaw was getting closer and closer and there was no way Slash was just going to leave you, so...you know what he did? He just picked you up and ran with you out the door

- You were screaming the entire time

- When he eventually got out the door and was with the rest of the band, he put you down, laughing his ass off

- “She wasn’t going to move so I just picked her up

and ran!”

- The others started laughing also and at first all you could do was glare at them, but soon you started laughing as well

- The rest of the haunted houses were better the more you got used to them, however, you were still attached to whoever was in front of you (you switched up the order of your line a lot), screaming your head off