Summary: Valentine's Day Fic Exchange Prompt: Celebrity AU. Both are either a model, musician or an actor, you choose! They're both sort of fans of each other, interact on Twitter or social media, a bit of flirting, but they've never actually met. They end up getting paired up as the host/musical guest of SNL on Valentine's Day weekend, which will include maybe some interaction during the monologue or a skit. Sparks fly during their week of rehearsals and the show (and maybe even the afterparty)!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Muse or SNL (obviously).
Author's Note: So sorry this took so long. All the hugs to dolce_piccante for this amazing prompt <3
“And live from New York, it’s Saturday Night!”
Dominic closes his eyes, trying hard as ever to keep his breathing steady. He can feel the energy from the crowd radiating backstage, the heat of the cameras on his skin reminding him that millions of people are about to be watching. The band is playing and people are cheering and before he knows it, he hears the words “Your host, Dominic Howard”, he is given a thumbs up, and he is walking out onto the stage and putting all his nerves behind him. The stage is his home and has been since he played a raindrop in the Itsy Bitsy Spider when he was two years old. He launches into his monologue and it’s like he’s been saying the words since before he was even born.
“I honestly can’t believe I’m even awake, to begin with. You know what time it is in London right now? It’s 4:30 in the morning. I’m usually sound asleep in my king sized bed by now, squished between 1,000 thread Egyptian cotton sheets, dreaming about the next person I’m apparently rumored to be in a relationship with-”
The crowd giggles as Kenan Thompson walks onto the stage, giving Dominic a suggestive wink. Dominic chuckles to himself, trying to remain on script.
“Oh my god,” Dominic says, shocked. “Wow, it’s Kenan Thompson, I never even expected this, I’m not even wearing anything nice!” He looks down at his custom tailored suit, smoothing down his trousers and fussing with his tie. “I don’t even know what to sa-”
He’s interrupted by Vanessa Bayer running up to him, placing her hands on his chest and running her tongue up and down his neck, winking suggestively toward the camera.
“I... Okay then.” Dominic straightens his tie again, clearing his throat and looking into the camera as Kenan and Vanessa leave the stage. “Anyway, as I was saying... It’s tough being Spider-Man, you know? I’ve constantly got people walking up to me on the streets with their kids being like ‘Do the thing, do the web thing!’ and I just have to come up with some lame excuse! And it’s like, yeah, I can shoot out sticky white stuff but not the same way as Spider-Man.”
The audience bursts into laughter, and Dominic can see one woman in the second row with tears in her eyes. He chuckles, shaking his head.
“Semen. That’s what it is, in case any of you lot missed the joke.”
There are a few loud barks of laughter, and Dominic smirks.
“Also, there’s no Gwen Stacy or Mary Jane Watson in my life. No, I seem to prefer Glenn Stacys and Mark James Watsons.”
The jokes he only had about 12% of the say in writing get loads of cackles from the audience, and the rest of his monologue goes off without a hitch. The entire environment is exhilarating, the electricity is radiating off of Dom as he heads backstage.
“Great job,” comes a quiet yet confident voice from the side as he gulps down a bottle of water, wiping at the nervous perspiration that has accumulated behind his ears and on his forehead.
Dom spins, a huge smile rapidly spreading over his face. “Matthew Bellamy,” he says, moving forward where the small man is sat tuning his guitar. “S’about time, yeah?”
“Been a couple years of beating around the bush,” says Matthew, smile wide. He’s even more gorgeous in person; Dom knows this because he’s spent far too many nights looking at online photos of the singer songwriter, admiring his sharp profile, all angles everywhere. Now, looking at him, Dom swears he could slice his fingers on his cheekbones and that his skin must feel like marble to the touch. He gapes for a few seconds, pulling a high-pitched, fucking adorable giggle from Matthew. “I’ve got to go meet with my band, but let’s, you know, erm, have a drink after?”
“Just a drink?”
“Of course not just a drink.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Dominic has never been so jittery during a performance. It’s like every sketch drags on and on and on, and although he loves every moment of it, the second he gets to say “Ladies and gentlemen, Matthew Bellamy” is a relief because it means he gets to step back, down a bottle of water, and finally breathe.
He watches from the side as Matthew plays his most popular song to the US crowd. Back in the UK, he’s much bigger and is rumored to be headlining Glastonbury with his band, but he’s just started getting his name shown around America. Dominic smiles at the small man with his guitar, moving easily around the stage and singing Freddie Mercury-like falsettos into the microphone. Dominic, being a huge Queen fan since he was a child, understands why he had taken a liking to Matthew so quickly.
The performance is perfect (but of course what else is to be expected?) and before he knows it, Matthew is stepping back into the dark and it’s time for a commercial break. Dominic doesn’t have any more live sketches until right before Matthew’s second and last performance, so he has some down time.
He chats with a few of the cast members during the break, watching a certain musician out of the corner of his eye where he’s discussing something with his bandmates. And then suddenly, they’re left alone and Dominic is a twelve year old boy on a school ground trying to talk to someone he fancies for the first time.
“Bit nerve-wracking, yeah?” he says casually. “Knowing all of America is watching right now.”
“Shit, yeah,” says Matthew, sliding up closer to him. “Sure does get my blood pumping every time.”
They’re quiet for a few long, awkward moments, then suddenly both laughing at how ridiculous the situation is. Matthew is the first to speak after the silence is broken. “Fuck, this is actually hilarious. We’re finally together and I can’t even get up the nerve to flirt.”
“Same,” Dominic chuckles. “It’s embarrassing, we’re losing our touch.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get lots of touching done tonight.” Matthew dorkily raises his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, eliciting another hearty laugh from Dominic.
The blonde finally feels relaxed, and leans back in the chair he’s resting in, casually letting his arm drape over Matthew’s (sweaty, thank you God) back.
“Aren’t you a romantic,” Matthew mumbles, his lips pursed.
God, Dominic wants to kiss him so bad, but he’s afraid if he does, he won’t be able to stop. And suddenly Matthew is laughing and Dominic realizes he’s said all that out loud. They both blush, a haze of lust clouding over them. It’s relaxed and tense all at the same time, and Dominic has no idea how he’s going to get through the rest of this damn show with Matthew Bellamy right here, tempting him. It’s going to be a long night.