Nate Maloley imagines

no more sober nights.

Request: Nate imagine please where you're smoking with him at the studio and you start to rap with him and he finds out you can sing and rap?

"Yo, play that again. Let's get it, baby!" Nate hollered, taking a hit from the joint and dancing in his seat at the same time. He then passed me the blunt, and he and John began doing their own thing, flickin' the wrists and all. Meanwhile, I lounged back on the couch, enjoying my high while listening and giving feedback to Nate's new music. "How do you like this one, babe?" He asked.

"This shit slaps," I nodded in approval before passing the joint back to him. "But the chorus could use some fixing." The producer played back the chorus, and I hummed along, bobbing my head to the music.

"What you got, lil' mama?" Nate challenged, a bright smile spreading across his face. I didn't usually help with anything musical, but we were high and having fun, so why not?

"How 'bout instead of what you got..." The chorus played back again, and this time I sang along to the random lyrics popping up in my head. "Tonight it's goin' up, bring them bottles now, 'cause I can't get enough. No more sober nights, da da da." I scatted just so they'd get the gist of it. Looking around, I saw everyone giving me expecting eyes.

"Whaaat?" John exclaimed, "Where the hell did that come from?"

I laughed, giving a shrug. "I'm just feelin' it, Swazz."

"Okay, I see you, baby girl," Nate gave an approving nod, the corners of his lips dipping downward. I smiled, happy that he seemed to genuinely like my input, and not just because I was his girlfriend. "Let's hear that again, I think I like it." The music began to replay, but he cut it off all of a sudden. "Nah, nah, nah– If we gon' do this, we gotta do it right. Get your little ass up in the booth, lil' mama." He rose his eyebrows, using the joint to point towards the recording booth.

"What? Really?" The only time I've been in the booth was the first time Nate took me to the studio and showed me all the parts of the place.

"Yeah! I want you on this track."

Well I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. With a small squeal, I scurried into the room, looking around in awe. I felt like a fish in its bowl: it felt a little crowded in here, but once I locked eyes with Nate, I couldn't help but smile. He motioned for me to put the headphones on, and I did so.

"Can you hear me, baby?" He said through the mike.

"Gotcha, babe." I gave two thumbs up, and he laughed.

"She's so damn cute." I heard him in the background. My heart was racing for more reasons than one, but on top of it all, I was excited that I could be part of something amazing that was created by my own boyfriend.

"Alright, Y/N," The producer spoke up. "The music's gonna start playing, and you just do what you did before, then we'll go from there."

"Okay." I nodded, trying to remember the lyrics I had sang earlier. Once my cue came, I looked over at Nate, and the words seemed to flow from my mouth. I sure was feeling it now. After I got through my first take, they played it back for me. It was weird to hear my own voice because I've never recorded myself singing before, so I wasn't sure how to feel just yet.

As we did a couple more takes and the producer gave me some tips, though, I felt more comfortable hearing myself, and I had to admit I wasn't as bad as I thought I would be. It would still take a little getting used to, but I think I could manage listening to my own song. Well, Nate's song that I'm featured on.

They asked me to do one more take, but after the chorus, I continued to rap along with Nate's second verse, and I saw them hollering and jumping around through the glass. Laughing, I took the headphones off and went back into the main room to see what the ruckus was about.

"What was that?" I laughed again, taking my seat on the couch.

"You didn't tell me you could rap, Y/N!" Nate exclaimed, making gestures of his mind being blown.

"You never asked." I responded modestly, feeling a little overwhelmed by the attention I was getting. I didn't want it to be a big deal; singing and rapping were only hobbies and in fact were things that I usually did in my bedroom alone.

"This shit's crazy! My girlfriend's got her own thing goin' on!" While Nate and John raved about my apparent skills in the musical department, I smoked some more to calm down the adrenaline rush I just had. This was fun and all, but I'd really rather sit back and watch Nate do his thing.

The boys continued to work on more songs and I chilled back in the meantime, giving input on lyrics here and there, but not doing much more. Then finally, at almost four o'clock in the morning, they decided to call it a night and go home. I helped Nate and Swazz pack up everything and carry our belongings out to the uber car, fighting through my exhaustion. I had no idea how they could do this multiple times a week; Nate says sleep is for the weak, and I guess I am weak as hell because I could barely keep my eyes open. Once we settled in the car, I leaned against Nate's shoulder, letting out a yawn as I rested my eyes.

"You did good tonight, lil' mama." He said, wrapping an arm around me. I smiled, looking up at him.

"Thanks for letting me be on the song.. It literally is a dream come true." I leaned up to press a small kiss against his lips. "But I'd rather have it be a one time thing, okay? Music's your thing," I giggled. "I'm just the proud girlfriend supporting you through whatever." He snickered, kissing my temple.

"Alright, I got you." He let out a tired sigh and rubbed the side of my arm. "I support you too. Sober nights or not."