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hi can you do one where gaga and the reader is in a relationship and the reader is a dancer for gaga chromatica ball tour. then the reader gets injured like a sprain or smt and tries to continue dancing for the rest of the tour. you can decided what happens next!

That Damn Ankle - Lady Gaga x fem!reader

That Damn Ankle - Lady Gaga x fem!reader

pairing: Lady Gaga x fem!reader

warnings: broken bone, hospital

summary: You're a dancer at Chromatica Ball and break your ankle

word count: about 1.5k

The pandemic was finally somewhat over and Stefani was so happy she could finally go on tour with Chromatica. The relationship the two of you were in was something that happened quite recently, well, about four months ago. Planning for Chromatica Ball, Stefani was selecting the elite of dancers. Only the best of the best got on the team.

Luckily, you were one of those. You’ve always dreamed of working with a famous artist one day, and you were more than happy to even be in the same room as Mother Monster herself.

You were a nerd to be completely honest. You wanted to do everything right, you were the one that constantly asked questions that were not even required to be answered for you to do your job. That’s how the small woman noticed you. Of course, she had noticed you before, noticed your talent and beauty. But what she didn’t see at first was the mind behind the body. She hated herself for reducing you for your body at first.

One thing led to another and after talking about topics that went beyond to material that was necessary for you to work perfectly, she invited you for a coffee. The coffee became a drink and the cafè became a club. There was music, it was hot. There were people and there were bodies pressed together. Hips rolled and breaths were shared as your heads were just inches apart, your hands snaked around her waist as the two of you danced to the music. You brought her home, the gentlewoman your mother raised you to be, and she kissed you goodnight.

The next day at work was a little awkward. You didn’t know how to behave exactly. You were off the whole day and Stefani decided to talk to you about it. You told her about your confusion and she kissed you again. A few dates later, you were together.

You were practicing for the first London concert, when you knew you had pulled some muscle in your foot, but decided it wasn’t too bad, so you continued dancing.

The next night, everything seemed to go well, until in your last performance for that day. You were dancing to the last song for the day. The encore was just your girlfriend alone, and you decided to put everything into that last performance of yours that evening.

But in the last few bits of the performance, you slipped and your ankle started to hurt like shit. You pulled a grimace for a short second but knew you had to dance through this. As if she had noticed something was off, Stefani turned around and gave you a worried look. She knew something was wrong, you saw it in her eyes. You continued dancing and once the song was over, everybody went backstage as fast as possible. As soon as she saw you, the small blonde went over to you, checking in. “Are you okay?” She asked, a worried expression written all over her face.

You nodded, carefully making your way over to the next seat available. “Let me see.” She immediately said and called one of the medical persons over as she took off the shoe of your hurt foot. She was an insanely attentive person, so she immediately noticed where you were hurt. She saw how your foot had swollen.

“Oh, baby. That doesn’t look good.” She stated and the medic took over, while she sat next to you, half getting out of her garment while trying to put on the other one. As much as she wanted to stay with you, she knew that she had to finish the show. “I’ll be back in a minute.” She said. She held your hand as much as possible before she had to go back outside. She kissed your head.

About five minutes later, she reappeared, sitting down, holding your hand. Another medic came by and there were now two people working on your foot.

“Miss Y/l/n. Your ankle is broken. We can give you some painkillers for now, but we need to get you to a hospital to get you checked out asap.” The woman kneeling in front of you said, now standing up.

“Does that mean I-” You start but the medic immediately interrupts you. “If this is a clean cut, you’re gonna get a casket for about two weeks and that’s it. If it’s not, which is what it looks like very much to me, you might need surgery and do rehabilitation. I hate to break it to the two of you, but you might not be able to finish this tour.” The brunette woman had a sorry expression on her face.

Your face dropped. Everything you worked for might be done with your broken foot.

Soon enough you were in a hospital, getting checked out by an orthopedic surgeon, who had come in right after you got your x-rays done. Stefani was sitting next to you who was currently laying on a hospital bed, wearing one of those nasty hospital gowns.

The female doctor held the pictures against the light, trying to get a better view. “Y/n, I’m going, to be honest with you, this doesn’t look good. I’m gonna get an anesthetist in here as soon as possible and we’re gonna have you going into an OR in less than two hours. If surgery goes well, you’re gonna be in casket for four weeks and then start rehabilitation. Do you have a physiotherapist?” She asked and you just looked over at Stefani, unable to say a word. “She has one, yes.” Your girlfriend replied, giving you a sweet smile and kissing your hand.

The brunette woman got up and shook the hands of each of you. “Doctor Torres?” You asked as you remembered one of the most important questions. “Yes?” The woman asked, spinning around on her heel.

“Will I be able to dance again?” You asked with a worried face but the doctor smiled at you. “I don’t see why not.” She said and left the room.

You and Stefani were finally alone for the first time in hours, well alone but including Bobby who was guarding the door like some kind of police dog.

“Are you okay?” She asked and climbed into the bed, laying next to you. You hummed. The painkillers helped a lot and you didn’t feel much pain anymore. A small tear rolled down your face. You felt like you had let the whole team down. You felt guilty. “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” Stefani asked, hearing you sniffle. You took a deep breath before replying.

“I feel guilty. I feel like I’m letting everyone down.” You answered.

“No, no, no, no, sweetheart. You’re letting no one down. You got hurt and you’re going to get better. And in no time you’ll be on stage again.” She assured you and you gave her a sad smile. “Doctor Torres said you are gonna be dancing again. If you don’t believe my non-medical advice, then believe hers.” The blonde joked and you laughed a bit.

Some minutes later, the anesthetist came in and asked some questions, regarding weight and height and other stuff he needed to know.

The surgery went well but when you woke up you felt a bit dizzy. You slowly opened your eyes, the bright light in the room making you hiss a bit since you didn’t expect it to be this uncomfortably bright.

As if on command, Stefani shot up from her seat next to your bed and kissed your hand, carefully taking it in hers. “Hey, princess.” You whispered. Your throat was dry, Stefani sensed it in your voice and immediately handed you a glass of water. “Thanks.” You said as you put the glass down on the table attached to your bed.

“How are you feeling, babygirl?” Stefani asked, carefully climbing into your bed. “Still a bit guilty.” You said honestly.

“But you have nothing to be guilty for. You performed, that’s what performers do. You danced through it. You’re letting no one down, you didn’t let anyone down out there.” She assured you and kissed your head a few times.

“But now you’re gonna have to replace me. I’m causing you and Ricky stress. You’re gonna need me to be replaced in less than a few days.” You share and Stefani hums in response. “It’s not that much stress, really. I already have someone in mind.” The blonde tries to calm you down a bit, however, her statement only made you more anxious, thinking she would replace you if the other person were better.

Your breathing got faster. “But- but what if they’re better than me? W-what if I have to be replaced forever?” You asked, tearing up.

“Hey, hey, hey. Look at me.” Stefani softly spoke, sitting up and making you look at her. “You’re the best person who I could wish for. Your position isn’t in danger.” She assured you. “I couldn’t possibly replace you forever. You are the most talented person I’ve ever seen. It would destroy me to take that all away from you because of a damn ankle.”

She rested her forehead against yours. “I love you. I could never hurt you.” She whispered but you didn’t reply for a moment. She just confessed she loved you. The two of you were only together for three months. You didn’t expect the magic three words to be said so early on. You took a deep breath, before eventually replying, “I love you too.”

#lady gaga #lady gaga x reader #fem!reader #gxg #lesbian #bisexual #chromatica #dancer

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