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citydreamgrls · 4 years ago

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they were roommates - part four

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

summary: she had nowhere to go, fleeing home to pursue something along the lines of freedom, so being welcomed into the entrepreneurial twins life was a whole world of new experiences waiting to happen.

an: thank you for all the lovely messages i’ve been getting lately, everyone has been overwhelmingly sweet it’s great, love u always <333

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“Are you sure you’ll be okay here?” George asked the girl, who was taking a well-deserved rest on the sofa with a magazine propped up on her knees.

“Yes, you don’t need to worry. I’ll let you know if anything happens.” She chuckled, seeing how nervous they were about leaving her, even if it was just for one evening.

“Do you really want to be left all alone?” Fred seemed concerned, “With the ghosts?” He teased.

“Stop it freddie,” She groaned, knowing better than to believe him, but fully aware that every noise would spook her now. “Now, go. Both of you,” She swotted the man’s shoulder as George joined him in the living room. “And say hi to Ginny for me, tell her I miss her.”

“God, anyone would think you like her more than us!” They huffed, taking their place in the fireplace with handfuls of floo powder.

“Well-” She started, seeing the men’s faces drop in unison. “I’m kidding, I could never.” The girl grinned, waving goodbye as they announced their family home and left for the night.

Suddenly the loft felt very empty, and spooky. Maybe Fred was telling the truth about the ghosts?

The twins landed in their mother’s fireplace, dusting off their smart jackets with a sniffle. It always was a hassle to use the floo line home, that damn chimney was blocked up with all sorts that clogged their noses.

“Darlings!” Mrs Weasley called out, dragging them into a room and yet another hurried hug as she had no time to spare with dinner ready in only a few minutes.

“Sorry we’re a bit late.” Fred apologised, smacking Ron on the back of the head lightly as he walked past.

“Wanker,” His little brother mumbled, ignoring them.

“That’s okay, as long as you’re here.” Molly replied, using her wand to direct a multiple of bowls onto the table before them.

Ginny sat in between Harry and Hermione, who had made it a habit of theirs to join in on family dinners at the Weasley’s. Not that anyone ever complained, the more the merrier eh?

“Y/n says she misses you,” George whispered to his sister, not wanting the bombardment of questions about their houseguest until a little bit later.

“Tell her I’ll have a day off soon, hermione and I will swing by and we can go shopping or something.”

“You’ve told Hermione about her?” Fred chimed in, obviously a bit worried.

“Well of course I have, she can’t wait to meet her.” She gushed, excited to share her new friend with her oldest friend.

“Oh great well that means Ron will-”

“So... who’s y/n?” Their youngest brother asked from beside the twins, wide eyed with innocent curiosity, catching everyone in the room’s attention.

Mrs Weasley whipped her head around.

“A girl? Have one of you got a girlfriend, why didn’t you tell me?” She started up on her assumptions, knowing that her sons were awful at telling her about their lives.

“Thanks a lot, idiot.” The twins groaned at Ron, who seemed just as confused as ever.

“Well, which one of you?” Molly continued, taking her seat at the other end of the table to Mr Weasley, who beamed silently. Wanting to hear the gossip as much as his wife did.

“Y/n isn’t a girlfriend mum, she’s staying with us for a while.” George took charge, keeping a straight face as he explained the facts to the rest of the family.

“What do you mean staying with you, where did you find her.”

“She’s not a stray dog mum!” Ginny laughed, taking a spoonful of roast potatoes and lumping them onto her plate.

“She used to work with Neville and his wife Hannah, you remember her right?” Fred joined in.

“Oh yes, lovely lady, beautiful hair!”

“Well, they couldn’t afford to keep her on. And she was living there until she could find somewhere more permanent to live,”

“What about her parents, surely they wouldn’t leave her homeless?” Molly asked, pouring herself a much-deserved glass of wine before passing the bottle around.

“Well, a-about that.” George started, but he seemed unsure on how to explain it to his family without giving out the girl’s private information.

“All we know is that she ran away from home because she needed to.”

“And you trust that!” Ron scoffed, earning a kick from Ginny and a glare from Hermione.

“She’s lovely, and yes she can be trusted- how else would she have gotten a job with neville if not?” Their sister came to her defense, shutting the youngest brother up with one breath.

“Thanks Gin,” George whispered.

“Well, I think that’s a lovely thing you’ve done boys.” Molly chirped up, “I’m proud of you both for being so charitable.”

“Yes, very good.” Mr Weasley mumbled, urged on by his wife’s awaiting gaze. “Just be careful, she is a stranger after all.”

“I think it’s y/n who should be careful around these two.” Ron chuckled, earning a harsh kick from his fiance under the table.

The family chatted all the way through dinner, telling stories of their work and their friends until all the food was gone and Harry helped Molly to clear up while the rest settled in the living room, next to a roaring fire.

“Your mother has been begging him to visit for weeks now, but he’s been tied up at the bank with yet another break in.” Arthur explained to his kids, telling them about Bill’s recent absence.

“Have they not updated their wards? Gringotts is the hardest to get into, it doesn’t make sense?” Hermione frowned, shaking her head.

“Luckily nothing was stolen, I think whoever did it got scared off before they made it to the vaults.”

“That’s odd, if anything vaults are easier to break into.” Ron was just as confused as his counterpart.

“Well yes, you lot would know wouldn’t you.” fred teased, squeezing Harry’s shoulder who sat by the fire in front of him.

“We could do a better job.” The boy with glasses chuckled.

“Just be careful, if these thieves are in the alley then there’s a chance they could target the shops next.” Mr Weasley warned them, knowing their business was known to be the one doing the best in diagon alley.

The twins nodded in response, sharing a small worry for the girl they had left behind in the loft. Fred thought about bringing it up to his brother, but decided against it the second everyone’s conversation topic changed.

“We won’t stay too long then.” George whispered to him, assuring him that he too was concerned about leaving y/n alone with the risk of someone breaking in. But even as the family laughed over stories, old and new, Fred couldn’t help but grow restless.

The longer they were there, comfortable and happy, the longer the girl was alone and vulnerable. He knew if he mentioned it again that George would grow suspicious of his feelings for the girl, whom he blatantly presumed could defend herself by the way he accepted yet another drink from his father.

If he hadn’t been such a wimp about it, he could have just put George in his place and been open about the way he liked the girl. But now he had to keep quiet, for his own sanity.

Another hour or so later the twins finally said their goodbyes, promising their mother that y/n would come along with them next week so everyone could meet her, and left the burrow to return to the loft where y/n had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

George chuckled, creeping over to her while Fred was distracted by the sight of her face yet again and picked her up into his arms.

“I’ll take her downstairs, Freddie, can you turn all the lights off up here?” He asked, letting the girl fall into his chest.

Fred hated how perfect they looked together, how George hadn’t even hesitated to hold her himself, how she slotted into his arms so simply. He hated that all of this bothered him, that he was pitting himself against his double, who hadn’t even shown any signs of wanting her.

Still he watched them leave, disappear down the steps and into the darkness. He considered waiting, with the hope that he could listen in on any conversation but realised that might be a bit much and sloped away to his bedroom, mumbling a quick “nox” as he went.

The more days that passed, the easier y/n fitted into the twins’ day to day life. She was a saint in the shop, and loyal customers got to know her and like just as quickly as the two men had done so.

Her little room was a godsend on her back, but in the evenings she stayed up in the loft with them, very rarely wanting time alone unless she was particularly exhausted. Which only made things harder for Fred, who seemed to grow more and more jealous around the girl.

He hadn’t realised how bad it had gotten, however, until Bill graced them all with his presence one afternoon while they were shutting up the shop. He had, of course, heard news of their guest from Ron and decided to find out all he could for himself while he wasn’t busy.

“She’s not here right now, we just sent her to the shop for dinner,” Fred told him, cashing up the till with a concentrated look. His older brother leant on the counter, still dressed in his fancy bank suit, having come straight from work.

“Not sure what she’s cooking, no doubt it’ll be good though,” George chuckled, stacking more things onto the shelves nearby.

“Apparently Ginny likes her, is that true?” He asked them, to which they both nodded. “Wow, she must be great then- never met anyone else with better character jugement, well except myself of course.”

Fred rolled his eyes at Bill, always one to be humble.

“She’s pretty great.” He assured, ignoring George’s weird look.

“Shame I missed her, guess I’ll have to find out for myself at dinner on friday.”

“You’re coming to the burrow?” George laughed, amazed that he finally had time.

“Yeah well, we haven’t had much progress with these break ins so there’s no point trying to force it. The aurors have taken over as it is, we’ve done all we can.”

“Which reminds me, I need to update our wards Georgie.”

“Again, I only did it a couple days ago!”

“No point taking chances, what dad said was right- they could easily target other businesses next.” Fred huffed, his brother accepting defeat.

Their attention was caught by the sound of the front door tinkling open, a jingle of keys telling them that y/n was finally back.

“Here she is!” Bill announced, greeting her with a charming smile and confident tone. The girl seemed surprised, her smile awkward and a little confused.

“This is our big brother, Bill.” Fred explained, offering to take the heavy bags from her. She smiled, making sure to lock eyes with him as he stepped back again.

“Hello Bill, it’s lovely to meet you.” Now she was more relaxed, her shoulders dropping as he spoke to her and asked her plenty of questions about herself, all the while leaning suavely against the counter.

Fred wanted to go over and drag her away, tell her that bill was way too old for her. But all he could do was stand and watch as she giggled away at every other comment he made, her eyes scanning him all the time that he was there.

“I better take this all upstairs-” She reached for the bags that were in his hand, but he stepped up onto the stairs.

“N-no it’s alright, I’ll go.” At least he wouldn’t have to hide his anger around them much longer.

Only a couple minutes later she joined him in the loft, her cheeks rosy and her eyes sparkly as she smiled at him in the kitchen.

“You okay?” Fred asked her.

“Yeah, George is saying goodbye to your brother. I said I’d come help.” She grinned, setting up a chopping board right beside him.

“You didn’t have to.” He nudged her shoulder playfully, making her giggle, the same way Bill had done.

“I wanted to, silly, plus I feel like I barely saw you all day- it was weird.”

Maybe liking her wasn’t off the cards after all, she wanted to be with him, she felt weird when she didn’t see him. Hell, she even left big-shot Bill downstairs just to be in the same room as him. George could have been wrong, she could want him back after all.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” She asked the taller man beside her, looking up with those hopeful eyes.

“Yeah sure,” “I’ll be back in ten to help, okay?” “Don’t fall!” He called out as she rushed off, hearing a faint giggle as the bathroom door shut. Fred smiled to himself, liking how much more comfortable they were getting around one another.

“Need help?” George asked, poking his head round the kitchen door.

“Can do, y/n’s just showering.” He directed his twin to the vegetables that needed peeling.

“By the way, Bill was asking about her-” His stomach tensed. “He wants to ask her out, I told him it’s fine… you know since you said you were just drunk when you told me those things.”

Fred’s heart stopped. Of course, just as things showed the smallest sign of getting better his hope was crushed by the weight of one sentence. He nodded, trying to pay as little attention to what nonsense George spewed out as they cooked, but he couldn’t help hearing how Bill had been taken in by the girl’s beauty.

The man wanted to yell out, he wanted to snap and explain that he’d liked her first. It all seemed so childish, he’d been jealous of one brother and now another one had swooped right in and charmed her. There was no way she would deny him, either, he’d seen her blush.

All through dinner, George asked the girl what she thought of their older brother, most likely at Bill’s request. But it made Fred feel sick, to see her so excited to talk about him, all that he could do was stay silent and eat his food. Not that either of the others noticed, too enthralled in their riveting conversation.

George was as bad as his mother for gossiping, together with y/n’s childlike excitement, he decided he couldn’t take much more and quietly dismissed himself so he could run off to his room and let out the breath he’d been holding onto all evening.

This was going to be harder to get over.

That Friday night, the three of them apparated to the burrow, wanting to show the girl a different way to travel as she had never been taught how to do it when she lived at home. The moon was bright out that night, and shone done over the field as they landed, both men having to keep her stable as she giggled.

“That was fun!” She squealed, jumping up and down and looking around, amazed that she had never experienced such a exhilarating thing before.

“I gotta be honest, I was expecting you to vomit.”

“We both were,”

“It’s practically tradition at this point.”

“Maybe on the way back, after dinner.” The girl teased, stomping her boots over the long grass that led towards the house.

She had found her nicest pair of big blue jeans and used some of the little money she had on her to buy a new top when Ginny had taken her out with Hermione. It was white, with thin lace sleeves and a corset waist, which had reminded her of the dresses her mother used to wear whenever her father took her out for a special occasion. Before they grew apart, of course.

Fred had gulped when he’d seen her wearing it, presuming that she’d been swayed by Hermione’s elegant style over Ginny’s punk-princess dresses. And while he loved seeing her wearing clothes that made her look like an angel, as she did that evening, everything the girl wore seemed to make him want her more and more.

“Y/n!” His little sister cried out from the front door, having spotted them from the front window, making the girl run even faster to greet her. They flew into each other’s arms like best friends, they most likely were that close by now, given both of the girl’s addictive personalities.

All of them were quickly ushered inside, where Ron and Harry awkwardly stared at her while she talked with their fiances. George nudged their shoulders.

“You guys look like creeps, have you really forgotten how to talk to girls other than those two.” He scoffed.

“Oh, we’re just worried.” Harry explained, looking as white as a sheet.

“About y/n?” Fred sneered, “She’s a softie, come on.”

“Ginny and ‘Mione are great, but when they’re together they can be-” “They’re brutal.” Ron finished his friend's statement bluntly. “And your little project will turn into one of them if you’re not careful.”

“She’s not a project Ron-” “Yeah, shut up Ron.”

Mrs Weasley wiped her hands of cooking and rushed over to the new face in her house, immediately dragging the girl into a hug.

“It is so lovely to meet you y/n!” She exclaimed, her children’s kindness so evidently learnt from her. “Ginny has told me so much about you,” The girl blushed before her, unknowing of a parent so welcoming.

Her mother used to be like this, if she remembered far enough, she would invite all their friends over and treat other’s children as their own. Always with a bright, beaming smile, one that had been lost as the years went one, but one that she no doubt inherited herself.

“Why don’t you go sit with the boys, dinner won’t be long.” She smiled, keeping Ginny and Ron behind to help her finish up. She followed the twins, who seemed too tall for their own home as they ducked beneath archways and low hanging lights.

A fire was lit in the next room, surrounded by sofas and armchairs that looked even comfier than her own bed. Mr Weasley sat, facing the doorway, having a conversation with someone who had their back to the trio as they entered.

“Hi dad, evening Bill.” George smiled, slumping down on a sofa comfortably.

Bill turned round, expectantly, his smirk rising when he saw the girl stood before him, looking much more made up that she was the other day after a long shift.

“There she is,” He said, smoothly, relishing in the way she blushed nervously in his presence.

She politely greeted Mr Weasley, before sitting down in between the twins who were her pillars of safety as they talked over her head. Even as Bill conversed with his father about matters that she struggled to catch up on, his gaze burned upon her body like a flame.

Fred noticed it, the way his brother watched over her like a hawk and the way she lapped it up. It was sickening to see her fall under his spell so easily, he didn’t even need to try. Bill always got what he wanted, everyone knew that.

When Mrs Weasley called them all in for dinner, Fred certainly didn’t miss the way his older brother whispered into her ear and all but dragged her over to the table so he could ensure they would be next to one another. He just let it happen, who was he to stop them, a hopeless romantic… that’s all.

“So y/n, where did you go to school?” Arthur asked, thinking nothing of the question. But her face fell a little, not that anyone but Fred saw it happen from across the table.

“Uh- I was actually homeschooled, but there’s still a lot I don’t know.”

“Well I hope the boys have been teaching you lots, it’s good to know as much as you can.” Mrs Weasley beamed, rubbing the twin’s heads as she passed by with glasses for everyone.

“They’ve been extremely helpful, in more ways than I can thank them for.” She smiled sweetly, catching Fred’s eye as everyone started up their own conversations.

That was the last time she looked over at him that night, as Bill started telling her all sorts of things that made her giggle and smirk and blush and fidget. It was obvious to anyone that watched the two of them that Bill had made up his mind about her.

It was the scar tour which finally made Fred roll his eyes, no one seeing but his twin.

“You alright?” George said, with a confused chuckle.

“Oh yeah, fine.”

“Bill’s a right show off isn’t he, wonder where he’s gonna take her on their d-a-t-e.”

“We’re not dogs you know, we can spell.” Ginny hissed from the other side of him, leaning over behind him so she could talk to Fred directly.

“Is it true?” She asked him, hushed.

“Is what?” He whispered back, praying that George hadn’t spoken of his drunken confession.

“Bill’s gonna ask her out?”

“Well- I guess so, he said he would.” He sat up straight again, wanting nothing more to do with that conversation if he could help it. He was already forced to watch the two of them as if he was front row at a particularly excruciating play.

The whole night seemed to drag on for hours and hours, as it seemed like Ginny and Bill were fighting over the girl’s attention. Fred finally gave up on trying to bear the whole situation and slipped out the back door when no one was watching, hoping to have a few minutes alone in the night’s cool air.

But not even thirsty seconds of silence later, the door opened behind him, and someone came to join him.

“You alright Fred?” Hermione’s voice sounded over to him, as he sat slumped against the stone wall. He nodded, not minding her company over any of the other’s. She at least knew how to be quiet when it was necessary.

The brunette took a seat beside him on the grass, crossing her legs and taking in a fresh breath of air. He was always happy that Hermione was the one friend of Ginny’s to actually join the family, he’d never been a fan of the other’s as most of the time they would bother him and George.

“You like her, don’t you?” Hermione asked, dragging him from his vacant thoughts.

“What?”

“Y/n. You like her, and you haven’t said anything.”

“Hermione, I don’t-” ‘I’m not going to tell anyone, I hate gossip.” She scoffed, and he knew it was true.

“It’s a tricky one, okay.” The man finally said, after she let him think over his answer for a few moments.

“I bet, and now Bill’s got his sight on her.”

“Yeah well, I’m not him-” He sighed. “Doesn’t mean you can’t like her.”

“It’s too late, she’s gonna say yes to their date and then they’ll be together and I’ll have to watch them be happy and shit, all the while I’m gonna be miserable.” “She might say no,” “Bullshit will she say no, have you seen the way she acts around him?” “Not really.” Hermione admitted.

“Well, it’s obvious she likes him- that’s all.”

They fell into silence again, the stars in the sky not even settling Fred’s growing rage over how stupid he’d been to hide how he truly felt.

“Either way, you should tell her.” Hermione said, standing up and brushing off her legs before giving him a sympathetic smile and heading back inside.

The twins headed back outside, getting ready to leave, when y/n called over to them with a giggle. Bill’s hands were wrapped around her waist, begging her to stay as she cutely tried to get away.

“I’ll just be a moment you guys!” George nodding, waving bye to his brother and heading back into the field to give them a bit of privacy. Fred followed, with no other choice. He could still see their figures through the tall grass, holding one another like they were already lovers. When Bill’s head dipped down he just turned away, seeing George watching him with squinted eyes.

“What are you doing freddie?” He asked him.

“Nothing, jus- nothing.” He grumbled, kicking up the ground beneath his feet as they waited patiently.

When the girl finally bounded over, full of giddy excitement, he wanted to be far away from her. He swore he could feel Bill’s presence all over her, just by the way she took his hand to apparate back to the loft.

The whole time that she spoke his head was in a daze, as if he felt there was no use in listening to anyone anymore. No matter how much advice he was given, or however nice he was to her. If she didn’t want him, then there was nothing he could do.

“Goodnight freddie!” She called, when he silently left the other two in the dark shop and climbed up to the loft. He didn’t say anything back, in truth he didn’t take in that she had spoken to him and then by the time he had done so, he didn’t trust his voice to not crack under pressure.

“Is he angry?” The girl turned to George, who was just as confused about his twin’s odd behaviour.

“No, sweet, he’s probably just tired.” He whispered, giving her a reassuring hug. “So, when’s Bill taking you out?”

“Tuesday night.” “Oh. How romantic.” The man scoffed, which earned him a light slap on the arm.

“Stop it you, he said he didn’t want to wait until next weekend- I think it’s sweet.”

“You would missy- you’re in love!” He teased.

“I wouldn’t call it love… yet.” She grinned.

“Go on you, get to bed.” He chuckled, giving her yet another hug and letting her skip off to her room which was covered in fairy lights.

George wasn’t even going to bother talking to Fred that night. Whatever was up with him, he could take a wild guess on and probably hit the jackpot. But that meant he was upset, beyond compare, and most likely needed some time alone. So George gave him that time and just went up to bed himself. Hoping that things would look up in the days to come.

Little did he know that, when it came to love, Fred held grudges.

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toriwakes · 4 years ago

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Choosing You [George Weasley x Reader]

summary: you and fred were always an unlikely pair. it was too good to be true.

content warnings: cheating, suggestive activities, angsty fluff, some swearing. fem!reader (pronouns she/her)

a/n: hello! i thought of this concept in the shower. i’m actually super proud of it. it was kinda inspired by the people saying that when they shift, fred cheats on them if they don’t script otherwise but...yeah. hope u like it and as always, let me know if you have any requests!

they were so different. too different, some said. she was dedicated, intelligent, reserved. he was loud, always moving, outgoing. no one expected the two to be a match. some accused her of putting him under a love potion, but he assured her that he didn’t need a love potion; he was devoted to her. at first she couldn’t believe it when the weasley boy asked her out- how could she? they were friends, sure. but just like everyone else, she found it mind-boggling that he took interest in her. she accepted though, jaws dropping when they made their relationship public. they went to quidditch practice together, went to the kitchens late at night and even used her prefect powers to get him out of trouble.

so you can imagine the utter shock, anger and confusion when she caught him in bed with another girl.

after what felt like decades, quidditch practice finally ended. she was eager to check up on fred; he must be in so much pain since he was sick. she frowned at the thought. she picked up some of fred’s favorite snacks hoping they would make him feel better. (y/n) did small things like that for him. that’s the type of good girlfriend she is. why wasn’t she good enough for him?

she entered the common room quietly, not wanting to startle her sick boy. when she finally reached the steps to the boys dormitory, she heard faint pants. this actually made her reach the door faster. she believed that fred was having some sort of reaction to the medicine and wanted to help. her hand was on the knob now, but she realized something. the pants turned into moans- she recognized it right away. who wouldn’t recognize gryffindor’s head girl’s voice? before she could stop herself she opened the door and saw exactly what she was expecting to see. fred’s frame covering most of angelina’s. he was still in her. when they finally noticed the girl they panicked. fred’s eyes went wide and he threw the covers over the figure under him, left to cover his manhood with his hands. (y/n)’s head was mad. ‘curse them out! embarrass them!’ it screamed. but her heart was kicking, screaming and sobbing so loud that all that came out of her mouth was a quiet, “how could you do this to me?”

fred was red in the face and angelina had the same look of shock on her face. “(y/n)? is that you?” hermione’s sweet voice spoke. (y/n) ignored her. fred leaped forward to shut the door but (y/n) stopped him. she forcefully shoved him back; now her head was talking. “did you enjoy yourself then?” she shouted. “did you? are you content?!” fred was stumbling back- he could see hermiones flabbergasted face over (y/n)’s shoulder. “answer me! how dare you! you’re up here fucking her while i’m down there worried sick about you, you bastard!” they stayed quiet. “should i be seeing this?” hermione peeped. (y/n) never removed her eyes as she spoke, “hermione you stay right there. i want you to hear and see everything so you can tell everyone how pathetic fred weasley is!” he flinched at your shouting. she didn’t even hear the rest of the team walk into the common room. “i don’t think i need to tell anyone.” hermione scoffed. she waved everyone up, and next thing you know, the entirety of gryffindor house witnessed the scene. (y/n) turned around. absolutely out of her mind, she opened her moth. “welcome to the show! if you look closely you’ll see fred weasley, a poor excuse of a man.-“ she moved so she could shift the attention to angelina. “-and angelina johnson.” she dropped her arms to her side and kissed her teeth in disgust. “a disgrace to gryffindor house.” she spat. now completely turning around so her back was to the pair, she spoke to the small crowd that formed. “take a picture, i hope you all remember this moment. i know i will.” with that, everyone made a space so she could leave, kicking the sweets she brought in that had fallen on the way out. “freddie...” george sighed.

george was mentally cursing out his idiot of a brother. did he forget the bet? the promise they made? about 3 months ago fred noticed (y/n) for the first time. with a cocky tone he whispered to his twin, “i want her.” george felt like punching his brother. he wanted (y/n). and he let it be known. “dude, i want her.” fred shrugged and proposed a bet; whoever swept her off her feet first would get the girl first. fred ultimately won, but george warned him. “you treat her right, okay?” fred promised george that he would. he broke that promise. the twins never break each other’s promises.

no one knows where she went that night. some say she went to hagrid’s hut and she cried like a baby into his bushy beard. others say she went to mcgonagall and the professor gave her outstanding advice. they were good guesses, but wrong. only george weasley knew where she went. he followed her with caution- he was sure the last thing he wanted to see was a replica of what once was her boyfriend. she went to the greenhouses, which made sense. she loved herbology. he only revealed himself when she started to cry. “(y/n).” her eyes were shut from blinking away the tears but she managed to draw her wand and point it at him. “what do you want, fred?” when she opened her eyes, she. realized that wasn’t fred. she was one of the few people who could tell them apart, and she didn’t see fred. she saw george. tucking away her wand, she sighed. “oh. hello george.” she slumped against a nearby column. “hey.” she was gazing into the sky. “you’re not mad i’m here?” he finally asked. “no. why would i be?” she knew exactly why. she just wanted to hear him say it. “well, you know..fred.” she only laughed. “about that..” he trailed. “you know what i realized about him? he’s not a real boyfriend. he only gets girlfriends so he can cheat on them, can you believe that? he grabs girls hearts, and then he just breaks them. and for what, the thrill of it? it’s sad.” she hissed. george shut his mouth. he decided to not defend fred this time. it was his battle and his only. “if it’s makes you feel better, i didn’t know.” “i know you didn’t. you would’ve told me. wouldn’t you, george?” she looked at him now. “of course.” the gingers head was full. he contemplated telling her about the bet. “she deserves to know.” “yeah, i did.” she scoffed. george only just realizing he said the sentence out loud, cleared his throat. “i doubt it’s worth anything, but fred and i had a bet.” she whipped her head to look at him. “a bet?” he slowly nodded. “we both had a crush on you. we said whoever won your heart first, had you.” “you idiots had a bet on my feelings?!” she said, rightfully angry. george looked down shamefully. “i know, it was stupid. look, i know your heart is broken right now but i have to ask...when it’s healed, so you think we could..” (y/n) chuckled. her eyes fixated on the moon, she spoke, “my heart isn’t broken.” “it’s not?” george now spoke with a smirk. “nope.” she popped the ‘p’ with a smile. “does that mean i’ll have a chance to sweep you off your feet?” she shook her head. “yeah.” “cool.” they stood around in silence for a moment. then, (y/n) got an idea. “do you want to go to the lake?” george scrunched his eyebrows. “it’s past hours.” (y/n) looked at him curiously. “since when do you care if it’s past hours?” “touché.”

two weeks was all it took. she was as good as new. she owed george some credit for her quick recovery. they spent endless amounts of time together. “do you wanna do this?” george inquired. he meant go public- show off in front of the entire great hall that you were in fact his now. “you don’t think they’ll think poorly of us?” (y/n) picked up george’s hand and put it in hers. “anyone who thinks poorly of us is supporting angelina and fred’s choices. do you need that type of person in your life?” she asked. george simply smiled and pecked her on the lips. “keep away from her!” they were torn apart by hermione, a look of pure disturbance on her face. “oh! goodness, forgive me. i thought you were fred.” “hermione?” (y/n) said. hermione cocked her head as if to say ‘yes?’ “what would you say if george and i were dating?” hermione’s breath hitched, sounding like a gasp. in a low whisper, she asked, “are you?” (y/n) looked at george. george was already looking at her with a grin. “yeah.” hermione was already smiling, but she smiled brighter and gave the couple a slow clap. “brilliant!”

all eyes were on them. everyone in the great hall had their jaws on the floor as george walked in with (y/n) on his arm, a cocky smirk on his face. they even got looks of respects from slytherins. angelina reacted first, fred right after her. “you’re a slut.” angelia spat. ‘that’s funny’ (y/n) thought. ‘i don’t remember transfiguring myself into a mirror’. gasps erupted from the hall. george lunged forward but she held him back. “you...want to talk about being a slut?” (y/n)’s cold voice was unsettling. without reason angelina flicked her wand, basically punching the girl in the face with a jinx. (y/n) touched her nostril- blood. “george, honey, do me a favor. have a seat.” george sat down at her words. blood on her robes now, (y/n) faced angelina. the girl raised her wand but toria was quicker, muttering a “flipendo!” and knocking angelina back several feet.

of course that was when snape walked in.

he crossed his arms and sucked his teeth. it reminded her of when she caught fred. “i’d love to hear your explanation for this one, (y/l/n).” he had a shit-eating smirk on his face. “and i’d love to give you one, professor. as incriminating as this scene looks- none of it was my fault. angelina verbally attacked me first, calling me rude words that i shouldn’t repeat. then physically, giving me-“ she wiped her bloody nose with her thumb. “-this gem.” snape’s black eyes switched between the two girls. “and everyone here can confirm that.” (y/n) added. several ‘yeah, she’s right’s came from the students. “alright then. 20 points from gryffindor. ms johnson, come with me. (y/l/n), get yourself to the infirmary and stop bleeding everywhere.” snape left with angelina who seemed to have a bruise on her arm. “so that’s it then?” fred spoke now, george putting himself in front of you. “i guess it is.” her boyfriend said. “you know what you’re doing is wrong, right? you can’t date my exes-“ she was going to let george handle it, but now she had to but in. “you don’t have any say in what he can and can’t do! not after what you did. he’s lost his respect for you.” george grabbed his girlfriends hand in attempt to calm her down. “you’ve love your respect for me?” fred sounded sad. george didn’t care. “earn it back once you’ve decided to stop being an ass.”

george was walking her to the hospital wing now. “this won’t get in the way in your relationship with him, will it?” george sighed. “you’re so good, you know that? my brother cheated on you and you’re worried about if him and i will be okay.” you smiled. “i should’ve chose you.” she whispered. “what was that?” george hummed. she spun in her feet and cupped his face, pulling him down so their lips could meet. “im choosing you.”

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just-my-sickly-pride · 5 years ago

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Deep End || Roger Taylor x fem!Reader

summary || a week ago, roger asked you to be his friends-with-benefits. you invite him over to tell him your decision. things escalate, of course. modern day au. college au.

rating || explicit (18+). do not read if you are under eighteen. sub!roger, soft dom!reader, orgasm denial.

word count || 6.8k.

author’s notes || and here’s the next instalment in the try series! this one is set after ‘ask nicely’. i know, a lot of roger, but there’s more brian on its way too. if you haven’t read any other parts, it’s fine, this can be read on its own, if you don’t mind being a lil confused about certain details and conversations. there is mentioning of brian x reader. and i finally remembered to add on my tag list!

tag list || @drowseoftaylor @mrs-jack-murphy @bellas2silly @delilahmay39

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It had been one week since Roger’s drunken confession that he wanted a friends-with-benefits arrangement with you. It had been five days since he’d pulled you aside one day at uni and apologised for how he’d gone about it, then asked you again if you’d be interested, far more sheepishly than the first time.

You’d told him you had to think about it some more, and he’d accepted it.

And you’d been thinking about it a lot. More than you should have been, considering how uni was kicking your butt well and truly recently.

You wanted to talk about it with Veronica, but then it’d become a whole thing, and you didn’t really want her to know. Same with Freddie and John.

But maybe there was one person you could talk about it with.

“Can I talk to you about something?” you asked Brian as the two of you walked to your lecture. You didn’t look at him, just kept staring straight ahead.

“Always,” Brian said.

“It’s about Roger.”

“What about him?”

You took a breath. “Um.” You hesitated, and then guided Brian out of the main traffic, off to the side. “Do you remember, last week, that party we went to?” you asked him a low voice.

Brian nodded, leaning in closer to hear you better. “Mm.”

“And Roger was drunk off his face?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, he told he that he… he wanted to do a friends-with-benefits thing with me. Same as I have with you.”

Brian snorted. “Course he did.”

You frowned. “What’s that meant to mean?”

“I just mean, of course he’d want the chance to sleep with you all the time. Can’t exactly blame him. You had me hook, line, and sinker after just making out with me one time.”

“Oh.” You tried to hide your smile, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Well, um, he brought it up with me again a couple days ago. I just don’t know what to do.”

“What?” Brian said, screwing up his nose. “Say no. Roger can sleep with whoever he wants.”

“But maybe I want it, too.”

“Well, do you?”

You sighed. “I don’t know.”

Brian cocked his head to the side. “That doesn’t sound all too enthusiastic.”

“Like, I’d want to sleep with him again,” you said. “And again again. And again again again. And–”

“Fuck, all right,” Brian cut in. “I get it, you enjoyed yourself.”

“I did,” you said. “But I just don’t know if – y’know, he could handle it without getting… emotionally involved.”

“I don’t think that’d be an issue for him,” Brian said wryly. “He seems fine with sleeping around.”

“But sleeping with one person multiple times?”

Brian hesitated. “Look, if I can do it, of all people, he can surely do it. And if you make the rules nice and clear, I’m sure it’ll be fine. If you really want to go for it, then go for it. Just as long as I still get you, too.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Yes, you’ll still get me. Dick.”

Brian laughed. The two of you resumed walking to class.

“Why don’t you go fuck someone else for a change, huh?” you said, nudging him with your elbow. “Maybe take a nice girl out to the movies? Finger her in the back row of the cinema?”

“Eugh,” Brian said. “No. I don’t know why on Earth anyone would have sex at the cinema. It’s way too weird for me.”

You sniggered. “Of all the things that are too weird for you, Brian.”

“I don’t care. I’m not fingering anyone at the cinema,” he said pointedly.

“I wasn’t saying I wanted you to finger me at the cinema.”

“I know.” Brian gave you an elfish grin. “The back row of the lecture hall, though…”

You scoffed. “In your dreams.”

“I have dreamt about it, yes.”

“No fucking at uni, remember? A solid ‘Nickleback’ on fingering in class, thanks.”

Brian made a disappointed face.

You clicked your tongue at him, rolling your eyes, and he laughed.

can we talk? come to mine this afternoon.

It took almost an hour for Roger to reply.

I finish at 3, see u then.

“Roger’s coming over just after three,” you said to your roommate Lucy as she picked at her leftover curry.

“That’s fine,” she said, moving the chicken around with her fork. “I’ll be heading out around four, maybe a little earlier. I’m meeting the girls for a catch-up.”

“Sounds fun,” you said with a smile. The kettle finished boiling, and you poured your tea. “Will you be out late?”

Lucy shook her head. “We’re just doing afternoon tea. Be home before dinner.”

“Great,” you said.

Lucy shot you a smile, shoved a mouthful of curry into her mouth, and disappeared out of the kitchen.

“I brought snacks,” Roger said, holding out a packet of corn chips and salsa when you opened the door at twenty past three.

“Hello,” you said, and took the snacks. “Thanks, you didn’t have to.”

“It was on the way.”

You stepped aside, and Roger entered. He stood in the living room as if he’d never been there before, gripping the shoulder strap of his messenger bag with both hands, watching you with wide eyes.

“You look like you’re about to head off to your first day of school,” you said with a chuckle. “Go sit down, you’re making me nervous.”

Roger did as he was told, taking off his bag and setting it down at his feet, sitting down on the couch. You sat down beside him, opening up the chips and dip and taking a bite.

Roger did not take a bite. “What did you want to talk about?”

“The–” You made sure to finish your mouthful. “The thing. That we talked about a few days ago.”

Roger nodded. He’d known, clearly. “Is, er, Lucy still here?”

“Mm, she’s in her room,” you said.

Roger seemed to deflate. “Oh. Yeah, cool.”

You didn’t miss it. “What?”

He looked at you in confusion. “What?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Roger said. “I completely understand. It’s totally fine, I won’t bring it up again. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“Huh?”

“The…” Roger dropped his voice to a whisper. “The friends-with-benefits thing. It’s all right.”

You shook your head. “No, Rog, I’m here to tell you that I want to try it.”

Roger stopped. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Uh, what?”

“I wanna have sex with you,” you said. “On a semi-regular basis.”

Roger’s eyes lit up. “You do?”

“Yeah, dude.”

“I just thought – with Lucy here…”

“I don’t wanna have sex now,” you said with a snort. “It doesn’t have to, y’know, kick off with a bang or anything. There’s a bit to talk about first.”

“Like what?”

So you laid out the rules. The check-ins were the main thing. Honesty and complete emotional transparency was of utmost importance, no matter how awkward and horribly vulnerable it was. You couldn’t back out of a check-in – either person could ask for one at any time, and a response was required from both people. No fucking at uni, no getting romantic, no dates. The whole thing could be called off whenever by either party, no questions asked. Sleeping with other people was on the cards. If someone started getting romantically involved with a person outside of the arrangement, then the arrangement was off.

Roger listened intently, nodding. You could see it dawning on him how serious you were about all the rules you were listing, but if it scared him off, you didn’t care.

When you eventually finished, you said to him, “That’s about it. Is there anything you wanted to ask me?”

Roger blinked. “Uh. No, I don’t think so. Apart from, uh, how often do you wanna… meet up?”

You shrugged. “We can feel it out. When are you free?”

“Whenever,” Roger said, and the word fell out of his mouth like it had tripped and stumbled.

You grinned. “Bit eager.”

Roger’s cheeks went pink. “I meant, like, y’know.” He shrugged. “Whenever. I’m chill.”

“No, it’s sweet,” you said reassuringly. “What about on Friday night? Although you probably have plans, knowing you.”

“Not really,” Roger said. “I usually just go out with the boys, but it’s not important. I’d much prefer…” He ducked his gaze, and laughed at himself. He ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t believe–” He shook his head, and sighed, lifted his head, and stared you right in the eye. “I don’t know how you turn me into a mess like this. Fuck you.”

You laughed. “I’m not trying to, I promise.”

“I know. That makes it even worse.” He scoffed. “‘Sweet’. I’m not sweet. I’m hot as fuck. I’m – I’m fuckin’…” He floundered. “I’m hot shit. I’m a bad – bitch.”

You burst out laughing. “You’re a bad bitch?”

“Yeah!” Roger exclaimed, doubling down. “All the women fuckin’ fall at my feet. I’m so good at chatting people up. Two minutes – bam! That’s all it takes.”

“God, Rog, stop,” you said, trying to catch your breath. “Ah, my stomach hurts.”

“Tell me I’m wrong, though.”

“You’re wrong.”

Roger gaped. “You – I’m not!”

You gave him a bewildered look. “I can’t even tell if you’re joking or not.”

“First time I got a girl to call me Daddy and I nailed it,” Roger boasted. “You were begging for me.”

You shushed him, slapping him on the arm.

“Ow,” he said in a small voice.

“Lucy’s in her room,” you reminded him in a hiss.

“Sorry,” Roger said, rubbing his arm to soothe it.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you, I wasn’t thinking,” you said, and kissed your fingers, then lightly pressed your fingers to where you’d hit him.

He pouted. “Thank you.”

“Do you want to go to my room?” you suggested. “I think Lucy’s leaving soon, she’s heading out.”

Roger checked his phone. “Yeah, all right,” he said, “I can stay for a bit.”

You should’ve known. You didn’t know how it hadn’t occurred to you what would end up happening, but it hadn’t.

You and Roger lasted about ten whole minutes alone in your room before you were making out on your bed.

His kisses were just as gentle as the first time, but you allowed yourself to enjoy it, not eager to rush into anything else, happy to just stay mildly turned on. You noticed his fingers would occasionally drum out a rhythm on your hip or your thigh as you kissed, his mind disappearing somewhere else before he brought it back. You liked it, liked being able to know what he was thinking, where his mind was.

Your top ended up on the floor before too long, beside Roger’s, and you straddled Roger’s waist. His hands felt heavenly smoothing up your back, and you shivered. He kissed your throat and your collarbones, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of it, combing your hand through his hair absentmindedly.

“I can’t believe you said yes,” Roger murmured against your skin. After almost twenty minutes of silence between you two, his voice almost made you jump.

You smiled. “Can’t believe it? Why not?”

Roger pressed another kiss to the hollow of your throat, and then leant back, tilting his head up to look at you, and you met his eyes. “I mean, it was a big ask,” he said. “You didn’t have to say yes. I imagine the whole thing with Brian keeps you busy enough.”

“I said yes because I wanted to,” you said. “Because you made me feel really good, and I want to explore more with you. And I trust you.”

“And I’m a bad bitch you couldn’t resist?”

You giggled. “No. You are hot as fuck, I’ll give you that, but you are not a bad bitch by any stretch of the imagination.”

“You’re so cruel.”

You laughed again.

Lucy’s bedroom door opened, and your head snapped towards the noise.

“What?” Roger whispered.

“I think Lucy’s leaving,” you murmured. You heard keys jangling, then the front door opening, and closing again.

You waited a few seconds longer to see if she came back in again, if she’d forgotten something, but it seemed like you were in the clear.

“Thank Christ,” you sighed, and took Roger’s face in your hands, kissing him fiercely.

Roger’s fingers tightened on your waist, and he kissed you back, but when you pulled away for a moment he said, “What?”

“Lucy’s gone,” you said. “I know I said we weren’t going to fuck today, but you’re really good at making out.”

“I – I need to check the time,” Roger said regretfully, and disappointment sank in your stomach.

“Oh, right, yeah, sorry,” you said, and climbed off him.

You sat on your bed, chewing your lip, as Roger bobbed down to fish his phone out of his backpack. You let your eyes trail over his body, over his bare torso and jean-clad legs. He had a nice bum, small and perky, which suited his personality, really. You wanted to lean over and give it a smack, just to see how he’d react. Maybe not just yet.

He had a really nice back, you thought. He was a drummer, and you could tell in the way the muscles moved under the skin of his back, the roundness of his shoulders, the strength in his arms. His stomach was soft – he was fit enough, but he clearly wasn’t interested in putting in the time to get abs.

You didn’t care. You liked it.

He raked his hair away from his face as he typed a response to a message. It was getting shaggy, falling in his face half the time. You liked that, too.

He dropped his phone and stood up, turning towards you. “I think I can stay for a bit longer.”

“Lucky me,” you said, reaching for him. He crawled over to you, and kissed you.

You shoved a hand through his hair, roughly, feeling how long it was getting, and gave it a sharp tug. Roger made a soft sound, and you felt him melt against you.

You pushed him onto his back and held yourself above him. “You like getting your hair pulled?” you asked with a grin. You reached underneath his head and tugged it again.

Roger gasped. “Mm, yeah, might do a bit,” he said breathlessly.

You chuckled, and kissed him again. You pulled his hair, harder than before, and he twitched.

You broke apart. “Sorry, too hard?”

Roger whimpered slightly, and shook his head.

Your eyebrows shot up. “No? I pulled pretty hard.”

“You can pull harder.”

So you did. You pulled, snapping his head back, and you held him there, watching his eyes go wide, and he whined. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You finally let him go, and he was gasping for breath. “You can keep going,” he said. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

You shook your head disbelievingly. “Greedy.” You kissed him deeply, making a tight fist in his hair, just hard enough to tease him, and you could tell how needy he was starting to get by the way he gripped your hips.

You kissed along his jaw.

“More,” he said. “You can give me more.”

“I’ll give you more when I feel like it,” you said casually.

He made a sound in protest, and it was then it clicked that the previous roles you’d adopted last time you’d slept together were quickly reversing.

You let his hair go, and he whined. Your stomach clenched. Fuck, that was a good sound. You wanted to hear more of it.

You sat up, on his waist. “Rog?”

He looked up at you. “Mm?”

“I think today’s gonna be different from last time.”

He nodded. “I think so too.”

“What do you wanna do? Where do you see it going?”

He looked away, flustered. “We don’t have to… talk about it.”

“I just want to make sure.” You paused. “I think… I’m gonna be in charge today. How’s that sound?”

Roger looked back to you, and you could see the hunger in his eyes. He nodded. “Yeah, I – I like that. I’d like that.”

“And,” you continued, shimmying down Roger’s legs to go for his belt, “you’re going to do as you’re told. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, and then he flushed scarlet. “Sorry. I mean, um, yes.”

“No, it’s okay, you can call me that, if you’d like to,” you said. You finished unbuckling his belt, and undid his jeans, unzipping the fly. “I’m all right with that. Do you wanna call me that?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Sounds like you’re gonna be a real good boy for me, huh?”

“Maybe.”

You paused, blinking at him. “Oh? Maybe?”

Roger grinned cheekily. “Maybe.”

“Maybe who?”

“Maybe, ma’am.”

“Hm,” you said in thought. You climbed off him. “Jeans off.”

He took them off.

“Lie down.”

He did.

You stood up, and took your jeans off, slowly, unhurried. If you made a bit of a show of it, arching your back a little and sliding the jeans down your thighs, that was your business.

When you looked back to Roger, he was practically drooling where he lay, his eyes fixated on you with laser focus.

“You good?” you joked, tossing your jeans aside.

“Oh yeah,” Roger said emphatically, nodding, making you laugh. He bit his bottom lip, his eyes sweeping up and down your body. “God, you’re fucking hot.”

You glanced down at yourself instinctively. You were just wearing your everyday bra, a comfy pair of underwear. Nothing as racy as what you’d worn the first time you and Roger had slept together.

Roger clearly didn’t care.

You tried not to preen from the compliment. Yeah, you knew you were hot. But a reminder was always nice.

You climbed back on the bed, settling on your knees on top of Roger’s hips, grinding yourself a little against him, making his eyelashes flutter, his hands gripping your thighs.

You smiled, cocking your head to one side, thinking. “Hm,” you said. “What to do with you?”

Roger just waited patiently, his face open, his breath coming in short bursts.

You leant down and brushed your lips against his, just barely, and he chased the kiss, whining softly. You smiled, and instead started kissing his neck. His hands stroked up and down your back, lightly, and you began grinding against him a little more. The friction felt so good, the drag of your underwear on your clit, that you sat up again to find a better angle, grinding harder. Roger gasped, and you could feel him rapidly hardening underneath you, but you ignored it, ignored him, focused only on finding a rhythm that made you feel warm, made your blood feel electric.

You were breathing heavily, your head bowed, bracing yourself on Roger’s chest, and Roger was squirming.

“Ma’am,” he pleaded, his hands coming to your waist to try to still you. “Please, I can’t–”

You grabbed his wrists and pinned them beside his head, and rolled your hips, hard and slow, making him whine.

“What’s the matter, Rog?” you asked, a touch breathlessly. “You don’t like that I’m not giving you attention?”

Roger struggled against your hold on him. “I–”

“I was enjoying myself, Roger. I don’t like that you interrupted me.”

Roger stopped struggling.

You kissed him, hard, and then broke away to whisper in his ear, “You’re going to watch me for a bit, okay? Just watching.” Just for a bit. Some light teasing, then you’d let him touch you.

You pushed yourself away from him, climbing off him, leaving him cold. He looked at you like you’d just kicked his pet dog. “No!”

“Sit up,” you said. “Move back.”

“Let me eat you out,” Roger pleaded, but doing as he was told, getting up and shifting back, sitting back on his heels. “I want to, please? Let me taste you. I’ll make you come at least twice, I won’t stop until I do. As many times as you want. Please.”

You took off your underwear and bra, settling comfortably, leaning back on one hand, your legs sprawled out in front of you, and Roger made a helpless, desperate sound.

You ran your fingertips over your skin, over the swell of your breasts, over your inner thighs, just teasing yourself, and Roger sobbed, his fists twisting in the sheets.

“Ma’am, please, please, let me touch you, I need to, please.”

“You’re so needy,” you said with a grin.

Roger nodded, all dignity out the window.

You started touching yourself, humming in pleasure at the familiar feeling of your own fingers. “Look at you,” you said, drinking in the sight of Roger, gazing at you hopelessly, pleadingly, his body flushed, his underwear tented, a dark spot staining the material. “So hard for me already.”

Roger palmed at himself, and you said, “Nuh-uh. No touching.”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t touch myself,” he protested, stilling his hand on his cock.

“I know,” you said, and your breath caught, your back arching, as you slipped a finger into yourself. “But – but I’m telling you now.”

Roger groaned, but forced his hand back onto the bed. His eyes zeroed in on your hand, and your finger, where it was disappearing inside you.

You sighed, letting your head fall back and your eyes close. “Feels so good, Rog.”

You pushed in a second finger beside the first, pumping them leisurely, every so often taking a break to play with your clit. Roger kept making small noises of desperation, whines and sobs, his breath trembling.

“Maybe I’ll just make myself come like this,” you mused. You lifted your head again to look at Roger. He looked like was about to explode. Or die from the stress of it all. His knuckles were white, his arms and shoulders tensed, his mouth hanging open.

Your hips bucked slightly against your hand. It was a good look on him. Really good.

“What do you think, Rog?” you panted. You could feel yourself getting closer. “What if I just made myself come while you watched, and then sent you home?”

Roger’s eyes snapped to yours. “No, no, no, please, no,” he ground out. “Please, I’ll be so good for you, you can do whatever you want to me, I want you so bad. You look so good, you’re–” He swallowed. “You’re so wet. I – I can hear how wet you are.”

Your breath hitched, your hips jerking again. “You want to feel it for yourself, do you?”

“Yes,” Roger whined. “Please, I – I wanna… I…”

At this point, you had a feeling you were actually going to come on your own fingers. Roger’s voice, his face, his whole body and the way it was coiled like the tightest spring, it was all turning you on so much. So much for ‘light teasing’.

You moaned. “Shit.”

“You can do whatever you want to me,” Roger said again. “You can hit me, you can slap me, bite me, I don’t care, make me bleed, I’ll take it, I’ll take it so well, I’ll be so thankful, I’ll be good for you, just use me, anything, I– fuck, you look so good, please, ma’am, please.”

“Fuck, Rog,” you said, unable to believe the filthy things pouring from his mouth.

You were so close, way closer than you thought you would be, and Roger looked almost on the verge of tears.

“Please,” he whined. “Please, I can’t, I need you, I need you.”

That was the final tipping point. You came, gasping, your hips bucking against your hand.

Your fingers circled your clit slowly as you came down from your orgasm. You looked to Roger. He looked broken, staring at your fingers, and you felt your core pulsing with the last few aftershocks.

Roger moaned at the sight.

You jumped when your fingers brushed over your clit, sensitive, and you removed your hand with a sigh.

Roger’s eyes flicked to your hand, your fingers glistening with your juice.

You decided to take pity on him. “Clean me up?” you said, holding out your hand.

He looked to your face, checking to see if you were joking, just being cruel.

“Taste me, Rog,” you said.

Roger couldn’t get over to your fast enough, licking your fingers into his mouth, his hands curling around your wrist. He took your fingers in all the way to the knuckle, groaning at the taste, his tongue dragging over the pads of your fingers.

“Good boy,” you said. He was still shaking, and the dark spot on his underwear had grown considerably since you’d last checked.

You slowly pulled your fingers from his mouth, and he whined, but you only went so far, and then you pushed them in again, and he accepted them gladly. His lips looked wet and pink and gorgeous around your fingers, his whole body warm.

You adjusted, sitting up, your other hand smoothing over his thigh, making him moan, as you continued to lazily fuck his mouth with your fingers. His long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, his tongue earnestly swirling around your fingers every time you pushed them back into his mouth. He sighed, whimpering, and you licked your lips.

“So well-behaved,” you murmured. “You look so pretty like this, Rog.”

Roger tensed, his fingers tightening around your wrist, and he shifted, urging you to fuck his mouth deeper.

“Oh, poor baby,” you cooed, smiling in amusement. “You’re so desperate you’ll take anything, huh? Doesn’t even matter if I’m not touching your cock.”

Roger shivered, his hips twitching against thin air.

You pulled your hand back, much to his despair, and you wiped your fingers on the sheets. “Normally I’d get you to use your mouth, to stretch me out for you,” you said, “but I think I’ve covered that just fine myself.”

Roger watched you carefully, his blue eyes so full of hope yet so worried at the same time. “What… What does that mean, ma’am?”

You cupped his cheek, and he leant into it, making a soft sound. “It means I want you to fuck me.”

Roger’s eyes lit up. “What? Really? I can?”

“If you ask nicely.”

“Please can I fuck you, ma’am? Please?”

You smiled. “Sounds good to me.”

Roger’s beaming smile was blinding, and you couldn’t help but draw him in for a kiss. He made a happy sound against your lips, and you pulled away briefly to reposition yourself, your head on your pillows.

Roger pounced on you, kissing you deeply, hungrily, harder than he’d ever kissed you before. You gave his hair a tug, and his hips jerked against yours, the first solid stimulation he’d received in almost the entire time. You gasped at the friction, and he immediately broke away to press his forehead against your shoulder, letting out the most guttural, broken moan, overwhelmed by how good it felt and desperately trying to stop himself from doing it again, to not come early. You could see the muscles in his back and shoulders tense like before, and they looked absolutely gorgeous.

Roger panted against your skin. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Didn’t mean to.”

“That’s okay, honey, you did such a good job stopping yourself,” you assured him, stroking your fingers through his hair. “You’re doing so well. I’m so proud. But it’s okay, I want you to fuck me. Take off your underwear for me?”

Roger did so. He was so hard that it looked like it hurt. He must have wanted to scream.

“Lube and condoms are in that drawer there,” you said, pointing to your bedside table.

Roger’s hands were trembling as he fetched them, and he hissed as he rolled the condom on himself and drizzled lube onto his hand, dragging it up and down his cock as lightly as he could, pressing his lips together to muffle his whimpers.

You reached for him, and he moved over to you without question, kissing you. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered against your lips. “I’m so lucky, ma’am, thank you.” He kissed you again.

You were so surprised by what he’d said that you had no idea how to respond. You hoped he couldn’t tell how flustered you were.

He kissed your neck. “Now?” he said in between kisses. “Now, ma’am, can I now?”

“Yes, Rog,” you said, and he reached down to line himself up with your entrance. He started sliding into you, and you could see the way his breath stuttered. His head rested in the crook of your neck, and you hooked your legs over his hips. The slight ache felt good, familiar, and you stroked his back soothingly.

He sobbed against you. “I…”

“It’s all right, honey, you’re doing so well.”

“You feel so good.”

“You okay?”

Roger took a shuddering breath, and then lifted himself up on all fours above you, his eyes slightly damp. “Y-yeah,” he said shakily with a small laugh. “Just… you do feel really good.”

“Oh, hon,” you said with a small laugh in return, caressing his cheek.

Roger’s brow creased, and then he thrust into you the rest of the way. Your breath caught, and he moaned. “Fucking hell.”

You nudged him with your heels. “I’m good, I’m good.”

“I’m not,” Roger said, then added a quick, ma’am, just to be safe. “Just… give me a moment.”

“I don’t mind if you don’t last long,” you said. “I’ve already come.”

“You made yourself come,” Roger said. “I want to do it. Please.”

“Well, what am I gonna do,” you chuckled, “say no to that?”

Roger smiled weakly, and kissed you once, then readjusted his position slightly, and pulled out a touch, then thrust back into you.

“Oh, yes, Roger,” you sighed.

Roger kept it slow at first, his arms still shaking as he drove into you again and again, and it was incredible, the way you could feel the drag of his cock in and out of you. You made sure to keep up the praise every now and again, just reminding Roger that he was doing such a good job and that he was such a good boy, especially when he started fucking you faster, and every time you did, he whimpered, and the sound went straight to your core. You could tell how intently he was focusing on not coming before you did, and it honestly blew your mind how he was able to do it. He had to pause a couple times to catch himself, and he mumbled apologies and kissed your throat and your lips so sweetly each time before he had calmed himself enough to begin fucking you again.

You would’ve let him fuck you all day like this. He was being so good, so thoughtful and gentle and focused. You’d never seen Roger like this before, but you loved it. He was your good boy, your good boy who made such pretty noises and fucked you so well, who was so receptive to praise, who looked like he’d been blessed by God himself when you so much as touched his hair.

“Fuck,” you hissed when Roger hit the right spot again, “just like that, yes.”

Roger whined, hips snapping against you, hitting the spot again. “Shit, you feel so good,” he moaned. His rhythm stuttered, and he had to stop again, whining, pressing his forehead against your collarbones. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I’m sorry,” he panted, dropping a kiss to your skin. “You just feel so good, I can’t…”

“You’re doing such a wonderful job,” you said, combing your hands through his sweaty, tangled hair. “You’re so close to coming, huh?”

Roger nodded. “I – I was close when I first went inside you,” he confessed. “This is… I’m…”

“I’m not stopping you from coming, honey,” you said. “I don’t mind.”

Roger lifted his head, kissing your lips briefly, and shook his head. “Don’t wanna,” he said. “Not till you do.” He took a breath. “Are you–?”

You bit your lip, not wanting to disappoint him, but: “Not really, honey. You’re doing so well, it feels so good, but I just need more to actually get there.”

Roger nodded, his eyes growing determined.

“Rog, you don’t–”

“No, I can do it.” He kissed you again, then shifted, taking your ankle and resting it on his shoulder. Your leg was bent at the knee, and there was no way in hell you were going to be able to straighten it. You hoped he wasn’t planning on leaning too far forward, unless he wanted to tear your hamstring.

“I don’t know if I’m that flexible, Roger,” you said with a laugh.

“Please, ma’am,” Roger pleaded, and, well, you had to at least give it a try.

You nodded. “Okay, sweetheart, we’ll give it a go.”

Roger made sure your ankle was firmly in place, and then balanced himself on one hand, his other hand reaching between you, circling your clit. You sucked in a breath, your back arching.

Roger started fucking you again, slowly once more, while playing with your clit, and the combination of his fingers, with you feeling every ridge and vein on his cock, with your leg at a new angle, sent your mind into a frenzy.

“Oh,” you blurted, your eyes going wide, your fingers gripping the sheets beside you. “Oh, Jesus.”

Every time you clenched around Roger, he made a muffled whimpering sound, but he kept going, his jaw clenched.

You used your hand to keep your leg in place, because this felt good, and you did not want your leg to fall from Roger’s shoulder. You moaned helplessly. “Roger, God, fuck.”

Roger said nothing, concentrating too hard on his task. The familiar coil began tightening in your belly.

“Keep going, keep going,” you urged him breathlessly. “Ah, fuck, fuck.”

Roger started driving into your harder, and your leg slipped from his shoulder onto the bed, but it didn’t matter, because Roger’s fingers were making fucking magic.

The only obvious tell-tale that he was doing everything he could to stave off his own orgasm was the way he whined, “Please, please,” almost in a chant. His hips jerked off rhythm again, and he groaned deeply, but kept fucking you.

“I’m so close,” you told him. “So close, Rog, come on.”

He sobbed, his fingers working even harder. “Please.”

The coil was tightening more and more, and you cried out. “That’s it, come on, fuck, so – ah – so close.”

Roger was shaking with the effort, and you genuinely believed for a moment that he was about to come before you, but then he fucked into you just right, hitting that spot, and you completely came undone, crying out, your whole body shaking with the force of it. Feeling you coming around him, Roger followed immediately, hips ramming into yours, face buried in your neck, a loud, desperate sob punching from him, and he must have come hard, because he kept gasping out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” his body convulsing as he curled around you.

Then it was quiet, apart from the sound of heavy breathing. Your aftershocks rippled through you still, slowly fading, and Roger twitched slightly every time they did.

“Oh my God,” you said to the ceiling.

Roger finally slumped against you, unable to hold himself up any longer, and, although it winded you and you were both far too sweaty, you didn’t mind.

“Jesus Christ, Roger,” you said, combing through his hair again.

He moaned pathetically.

“You all right?”

He let out a small whimper, but nodded. “Just gimme a sec.”

You laughed, and patted his back. “All right.”

He took another moment, and then struggled onto all fours, pulling out of you, and collapsed onto the bed beside you.

You grinned at the look on his face as he stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed.

“I,” he said. “Came. So. Hard.”

You burst into laughter, and he looked to you, laughing himself, but still bewildered. “I did!” he insisted. “It was like I came five times in a row or something. I don’t think I can walk after that.”

“I believe you,” you giggled.

Roger shook his head, looking back to the ceiling. “Shit.”

“How are you feeling?” you said. “We… got pretty deep into it.”

Roger licked his lips. “I’m – I’m okay,” he said. “I feel a little… spacey? But I’m all right.”

When you got a little spacey after you and Brian had gone harder than usual into the dom/sub dynamics, you only ever wanted two things: water, and cuddles.

“I’ll get you some water,” you said, sitting up. It was more difficult than you wanted to admit. “Ah, God.”

Roger chuckled. “How are you?”

“Exhausted.” You shot him a smile. “Dude, we have the hottest sex ever. How are we so good at this?”

“I know, right?” Roger said as you stood up and stretched, then went to throw on an old dress. “Maybe we should drop out of uni and become porn stars together. We’d make a bomb.”

You snorted. “I know you’re joking, but I can also tell that you’re kinda not, so I’m just gonna say it now: I’m not dropping out of uni to become a porn star.”

You headed to the kitchen.

“Maybe think it over?” Roger called after you.

You ignored him. You got yourself a drink of water, and were just finding something to snack on, when Roger stepped into the kitchen, dressed in his underwear and his shirt. He looked small, vulnerable.

“Mm?” you said.

“Um,” he said, stepping closer. “I… I don’t know.”

Oh. Cuddles.

You hopped up onto the kitchen bench and spread your arms. “C’mere,” you said, and he hurried over, burying his face in your shoulder, his arms holding you close.

You just held him, scratching the base of his skull soothingly. He sighed contentedly, and you smiled.

You showered first, and he went second. You lent him an old shirt and a pair of pyjama pants, which fitted him more like boxers. You were a big fan. He was not, but he didn’t really have much of a choice. He was unusually quiet, but he seemed happy, and when you offered to let him sleep over, he accepted wholeheartedly. For the rest of the afternoon, and then the evening, he was always touching you in some way, and you gave your cuddles freely. He curled against you as you both watched a movie on your laptop in your room after dinner, and he nodded off with his head against your shoulder.

You let him. It was nice.

The next morning, he was back to his old self. “What would you have done if I’d called you ‘Mummy’ instead of ‘ma’am’ yesterday?” he asked thoughtfully.

You almost spat out your tea, glancing furtively towards Lucy’s bedroom. Hopefully she was still asleep. “Uh.”

“Y’know, because you called me ‘Daddy’, not ‘sir’.”

“Yeah, no, I get it.” You took another sip of tea. “Well, what if I’d told you to call me ‘Daddy’?”

Roger stared at the table as he processed this. Then he looked back up to you. “Hm,” he said. “I honestly don’t know how I feel about that one. But you didn’t answer my question.”

“My answer’s the same as yours,” you said. “I honestly don’t know how I feel about that one.”

Roger nodded, and took a bite of toast. “Fair enough. Has Brian ever called you that?”

“What, ‘Mummy’?” you said, and Roger shrugged. “No. It never even occurred to either of us.”

“What does he called you?”

You pulled a face. “Why do you want to know?”

“I’m curious.”

You were about to say something else, about how it was weird he wanted to know, but you bit your tongue. “He doesn’t call me anything, really,” you said instead. “Just my name. Even when I’m calling him ‘Daddy’, he… doesn’t really call me anything. He calls me a, uh, good girl, but, yeah, just my name. He’s not as big on the pet names during sex as you are.”

Roger scoffed. “Well, he’s missing out, that’s all I have to say.”

You chuckled. “Well, I’m seeing him tonight, so maybe I can ask him.”

Roger raised his eyebrows. “You’re seeing him tonight? Like…”

“Sleeping with him, yes.”

“You’re not tuckered out after last night?”

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug. “But I guess I’ll have to get used to it if I’m going to be balancing the two of you from now on, aren’t I?”

“Guess so, yeah.”

“I can just make him do all the work,” you added with a smile. “He’ll be a bit grumpy about it, but he’ll do it.”

“Can you get him to wash all my dishes?”

“No.”

Roger made a disgruntled face, and you laughed.

Okay. Maybe this could work out, after all.

#mine #roger taylor x reader #queen fanfiction #smut #try verse #rpf

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Maybe Someday (Ben Hardy/Roger Taylor x Reader Part 4)

A/N: Hey there! Sorry for the long overdue. I really had a lot of school stuff to do and it drained me :< so I’m sorry because I kept you guys waiting. Anw, here’s the last part of Maybe Someday. As for the taglist, it is still open. And if I miss tagging you here, just message me. I’m sorry uff. Thank you for all the love and support darlings! I appreciated it a lot! Sorry if this sucks, but I hope you still enjoy reading it! x

You were actually confused with what Freddie told you. Jealous eh? You scoffed at the thought. That’s impossible. He’s in love with Dominique how the hell is that even possible, right? Plus he rejected for how many times. That’s impossible. You shook your head to forget about it but then Roger’s frustrated image crossed your mind again as you close your door. It’s just been a year yet it almost feels like a decade. You missed him. So much. That it actually hurts. Your heart is beating erratically with the thought.

“Remember what he told you last time Y/N. He’s not for you.” You reminded yourself as you started moving towards your bathroom.

You didn’t start taking a bath yet. You just stared at the mirror, scrutinizing every part of your body as you strip your clothes off. You saw the kiss mark Landon left at your neck. What a fucking ass. You looked at yourself fully. You look good. A year away from Roger has done you well. But you’re still problematic with your body. It’s fine, but it’s not fully developed. You can’t help but compare your body to the girls that he’s bedding. All of them got a model-like body. Big breasts, nice butts, and hour glass bodies. You huffed with the thought.

See Y/N? Your weird attraction towards him caused a deep rooting insecurity in yourself. You told yourself as you started washing up.

Wearing a red turtle neck blouse paired with a light blue floral bell bottoms, you went out of your bedroom and went to your kitchen to talk with the boys.

“Hey that smells good.” You said, making them turn their attention at you.

“Oh it’s just some bangers and pasta.” Brian smiled at you.

“Ugh I missed this.” You told them as you take your sit. You are welcomed with the savory smell of pasta. You felt your stomach grumble so you quickly sat beside your brother Brian, and Roger is in front of you. You can feel his stare at you so you tried not looking at his direction as much as possible.

You diverted your attention towards Freddie and you saw him smirking as he take his seat between Roger and Deacy. You gave him a confused look but Freddie just shrugged his shoulders.

“So how was school Y/N?” you heard your Brian asked as you started delving on into your food.

“School’s great even though it’s tiring.” You answered him quickly.

“But school is really fun. I’ve met a lot of artists and directors because of it. Plus I always got to watch free theater plays.” You added.

They started bombarding you questions about school and New York, and you were doing the exact same. Roger doesn’t participate that much, he’s been quiet since you sat into the table. He was just answering one word or two and just laughs with whatever you guys say. You can feel his stare at you the whole time and you think the boys are having an idea already.

“So Y/N.” Freddie cuts the topic off about their tour, smile plastered into his face. You were not quite sure what is his real intention but you know he is planning something with that kind of look in his face. You tried acting nonchalantly, not wanting to give Freddie any reaction.

“What is it?” you asked him.

“I saw a men’s shirt here darling! Is that your boyfriend’s? Looks like you’re really having a wild time!” he told you, half-laughing. You almost choked with his question. You started coughing hard to remove the awkwardness you’re feeling.

“Stop it Fred!” you exclaimed at him with your face looking like a freaking tomato.

“Looks like our little Y/N is getting what she wants.” Deacy joked. They three guys started laughing but you can see the crease on Roger’s forehead. He wasn’t very happy with what is happening.

“Who is it Y/N? You should let him meet me if that’s the case.” Brian told you.

“You’re alright with it Bri?” Roger asked, completely amazed. But you can sense the anger in his voice.

“Of course. I want to meet whoever that guy is. I mean Y/N is already old enough to decide whatever she wants in life. I know my sister can handle it.” He explained at Roger.

“Besides I’m going to beat that guy if he hurts Y/N.” Brian added, laughing. You saw Roger scoffed.

What is wrong with him?

“So who’s the lucky guy then Y/N?” Freddie curiously asked.

“U-uh he’s Landon.” You stuttered. You were very nervous. You felt like a thief caught red-handed. Your nervousness is increasing because you can see Roger staring at you darkly.

“Ooooh.” Freddie said. “He must be very lucky. He got the goddess Y/N May!” he exclaimed.

“Landon? What kind of name is that?” Roger said, disgust is laced in his voice.

“What?” you asked him. You’re getting mad with the attitude that he’s showing.

“Never thought you’ll like a Landon in your life.” He said, mocking you. “I mean that name is very lanky.” He added.

You decided to ignore his rude comment. It’ll just make things complicated, and it is not good to fight in front of the food. So you just rolled your eyes at him, turning your attention to the pasta that is in front of you.

“Are you jealous Roger Taylor?” Deacy joked as he put a spoonful of pasta into his mouth.

“Why would I be jealous? Y/N isn’t even my type.” He replied.

Why would I be jealous? Y/N isn’t even my type. His voice kept on ringing to your head. You were too stunned with what he said that you can’t even put the fork with pasta in your mouth. After a year you thought you’re already fine. That you’re not hurting anymore. But you were wrong. You’re shattered once again.

How can someone be that cruel? You told yourself. How can you like someone like that Y/N?

“Well you aren’t my type too so it’s fair.” you replied bitterly. You wanted to applaud yourself for saying that line even though you wanted to cry already.

“Is that so? As far as I know you’re begging at me to like you back the last time I met you.” Roger said, raising his eyebrow while smirking. What a fucking asshole. Silence invaded the whole room. You can feel the tension all over. You were fuming mad.

“Well that’s the last time you asshole. And if you think I still like you now then you’re fucking wrong because I already don’t!” you said, venom dripping in your voice. You can feel the tears brim in your eyes. “And you know w-what?” you spoke, trying to stop the tears from falling. “I regret liking someone like you. You’re a fucking asshole who don’t deserve anyone.” you added, as you walked away from them, banging your front door to get out of your flat.

Tears started falling rapidly in your eyes. You walked away as fast as you can. The cold December wind welcomed you as you make your way to the road, but you couldn’t care less with the cold. You’re too hurt too care. You continued to cry as you walk through the pavement, making the strangers stare at you. I must look like a lunatic. You told yourself as you wipe your tears.

Was it just 30 minutes? Or one hour? You don’t know how much time did you spent on walking; you don’t even know where you are right now because you weren’t really familiar with the place. You just continued walking straight, until you reached this park. You saw an empty bench, so you decided to rest for a while. You can feel your feet hurt as you rest on the bench. You started calming yourself down. You closed your eyes for a while.

“Why would I be jealous? Y/N isn’t even my type.”

“Is that so? As far as I know you’re begging at me to like you back the last time I met you.”

It was repeating on your head. You immediately opened your eyes, not wanting to hear it again. His words punched a hole in your heart.

How dare him to say that?

Who does he think he is?

You already know that he doesn’t like you. And you were just a little sister to him. You already accepted it- a bit. But hearing him say it again, in front of other people hurts you more, and makes you feel embarrassed. The wind blew once again. You hugged your knees as you shook your head down. You were cold and scared a bit. But you don’t want to go home yet. You just want to be alone for a while.

But the rain started to pour down. How fucking great. You told yourself. The sound of emptiness was distrupted by the loud gregarious boom of thunder. You felt very alone, and hurt. You probably looked so pitiful as you sat here on the bench, alone, while your clothes are soaking wet.

“Why would I be jealous? Y/N isn’t even my type.”

“Is that so? As far as I know you’re begging at me to like you back the last time I met you.”

You started crying again. Your shoulders shakes violently as you cried hard. You didn’t mind the bullets of cold rain piercing through your skin. You just cried your heart out, while you’re shivering from the cold.

Until you felt the rain stopped falling.

You slowly detached yourself from hugging your knees, and you raised your head. You were welcomed with a man with a messy blonde, with baby blue eyes. He was holding an umbrella to prevent the rain pouring down on the two of you. The car lights gleams softly to his face, and you can see the concern all over his face.

“Let’s go home.” He said softly. You stared at him emptily.

“No. Go a-away.” You whispered weakly, still shivering. You started standing up, walking away from him. But he didn’t let you. He held your hand.

“Don’t go.” He said. You tried pulling your hand away from him, but he held it tightly, tugging you towards him. You fell into his chest, feeling the warmth immediately. He securely wrapped his other hand to your body while holding out an umbrella.

“Let me go.” You mumbled to his chest. But you don’t actually want him to let you go. You just want him to hold you, even if it’s just friendly. Or brotherly. Or temporary.

“I’m sorry.” He started. Not even paying attention to your protest.

“You always say that when you hurt me, all the time.” You mumbled, almost whispering the last two words.

“I regret it Y/N.” he answered. You can feel his heart beating loud. You don’t see his expression because he is still hugging you.

“What do you r-regret?” You answered shakily.

“You’ll find somebody else once you grow a little more…” he trailed. “And if you find that somebody else, I-I’ll gladly support you.” You can hear his voice breaking. It was the exact words he told you when he rejected you. “I regretted saying those words every day. I regretted telling you that I’ll let you find somebody else. And I still regret, up until this day, that keep on letting you walk away h-hurt.” His voice sounded so broken. “I-I kept on pushing you away. Telling you I don’t like you but I’m feeling otherwise.” He laughs, but you know he was broken.

“R-rog.” You whispered, trying to pull away from him, but he just hugged you tighter.

“No let me finish Y/N.” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry Y/N. For all the years you spent getting hurt. For making you cry all the time. I-I thought it was the best thing to do. Because you’re still young. You have a lot of dreams ahead you. A lot of opportunities to get. And I don’t want to hold you b-back.” His voice is already quivering.

“I don’t want to drag you down. I mean what would you do with a guy like me? A guy who plays drums in a band, getting drunk almost every night, and he plays with girls all the time. Why would you like that? I’m obnoxious, vague, rude, ill-tempered. Straight up cunt. My l-life was a complete m-mess and I don’t want you entering it. You don’t deserve someone like me. You don’t deserve an asshole, just like you said earlier. That’s why I p-pushed you away.” He mumbled brokenly.

“But… even though I kept on pushing… you away… telling myself you don’t deserve me..” he spoke. “It was still you. After all this years… I’m still in love with you.” he mumbled.

You felt the whole world stopped. The coldness you’re feeling suddenly went away. It feels like as if it wasn’t raining. You don’t hear the pattering of the rain. The only thing you hear is the sound of your heart booming erratically, and the only thing you feel was the warmth Roger giving you and his beating heart.

“I just wanted to say it. I know you regret liking me. I-I understand.” He whispered. “I know it’s already late because you already found somebody else. But I wish you all the happiness Y/N. I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused.” He added. A minute passed and you’re still not reacting. You just stayed in your position.

“Y/N love, please. Say something.” He whispered

You punched him in the chest, causing him to move backwards, letting you go from his hug.

“I hate you.” you started. “How dare you to decide for something better without me being in it! How dare you tell me someone who I deserve!” you cried. “H-how dare you to push me every time! For hurting me!” you continued, tears falling down your eyes again. “How dare you to tell me that you wish me all the happiness, that you’re still in love with me if you’re actually letting me go!” you shouted at him.

“You’re not even chasing me! I hate you Roger! And I also hate the fact that I still like you after all this time and I always do-“ you didn’t finished what you want to tell him because you felt his lips into yours. All of your anger started to melt away, and all you can feel was the longing for him.

The kiss was urgent, but it was passionate. You can feel all the emotions to his kiss. The umbrella that he was holding already fell on the ground because he caressed both of your cheeks with his hands. The rain runs down to your face, where your lips met. Instead of detracting from the moment, the rain just brought you to new heights. It was magical. Roger pushed his lips in more firmly, making you more intoxicated. It was addicting. You felt like you’re going to combust. He pulled away slowly, still caressing your face, he put his forehead into yours.

“You still like me.” He whispered smiling.

“I don’t like you anymore.” you whispered, smiling too.

“I love you Y/N.” he said, still smiling. He pecked at your lips again.

“Oi say something!” he laughed.

“You still need to win my heart!” you joked.

“Well let’s get home so I can start winning your heart.” he winked at you, as he tugged you towards his car.

He promised himself that the night he rejected you, he’ll have you maybe someday. And he was right. He had you.

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 6 years ago

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Taking the Piss

anonymous said: What about a Brian May x reader where he falls in love at first sight and reader is really flirty and confident ? Bonus points if she's best friends with any of the other boys from Queen. Maybe she's performing in a musical bar and she winks at him? Or honestly anything, let your imaginary flow! Thanks !

(IM SO SORRY THIS ONE IS KINDA REALLY LONG im terrible anyways here u go)

It had taken a moment to find the outfit you were going to wear to the pub, and Freddie was no help either. He was all over the place, giving outlandish suggestions and pairing together parts of your wardrobe that you’d never dare to even think about wearing, especially just to open mic night.

But one had caught your eye in particular – it didn’t look like you, sure, and Freddie had almost gone off the deep end before nearly smacking himself for not thinking of it sooner. But he was sure it was the outfit you needed to wear this time, and you sort of agreed. Besides, glam rock was in full swing, so you were sure that you wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb despite the size (and sparkle) of the heels he’d just handed you

The platform heeled boots he’d brought out were some of his, but you were similar in size. They were dark and glittery, with little specks of white dispersed throughout. “I call them my cosmos boots. Brian adores them!” You were happy to wear them, regardless of whoever Brian was, because they were attention grabbers and probably the prettiest boots you’d ever seen. Freddie paired them with tight black leather high waisted hot pants, some black seamed tights, and a white bell sleeve blouse tied up at your waist. He finished it off with a glittery headband to match the boots, and stood back to appreciate his work in the mirror as you twirled around and looked at yourself.

“Not bad, Mr. Mercury,” you commended, turning and looking at yourself from behind. “I have to give it to you. Although I’m not sure I know how to play piano in these heels.”

Freddie grinned widely, proud of himself, and waved his hand to dismiss your worries. “Just take them off before you go on stage.” He turned you around to face towards the mirror again, holding you gently by your shoulders and resting his chin on your left one. “And just think, darling. We haven’t even started makeup yet.” You smiled, resting your head on his, and shook your head a bit. “We’ll have you looking like the Goddess of the Moon in no time!”

He started to lead you to the vanity as you laughed, replying, “You’re something else, Freddie! We’re just going to the pub!”

A few hours (and terrible shots of gin) later, you and Freddie descended the stairs into pub together, arms linked as you listened to Freddie babble about the band. It was the first night you were going to meet all of them, after quite a few missed connections since you’d moved in with Freddie a month or so ago, and you were excited to see just who he was going to ‘make it big’ with.

“I will warn you, Roger is a bit of a flirt, but he’s harmless most of the time,” Freddie continued, leading you to the bar so that you could both get your names on the list for the stage and get a pint. You were slowly starting to get a buzz from the shots, but the heels hadn’t become an issue yet.

“Which one is Roger?” you asked, handing the bartender your money for the pint and taking a sip of it as you turned to face the slowly filling pub.

“He’s quite a feminine little thing,” Freddie admitted, taking a drink out of his pint as well. “Blonde hair, cute little face, beautiful eyes. He’s very darling, if he wants to be. He was a dentistry student, I think he changed though.” He started to walk towards the stage with you, wanting to be up closer to all the action. You greeted a few familiar faces you spotted along the way, then took a seat at a big semicircle booth as close as you could get.

“What about the others? Didn’t you say the new bass player was cute?” You sat next to him, so you gently nudged his side with your elbow. “I’ve been single quite a while, Freddie, I could use some new material.”

Freddie laughed loudly, presumably at the notion of you and the bassist together. “Oh, not you and John. He’s lovely, but really not your type. He’s an engineer, very conservative.”

You sighed melodramatically, laying your head on his shoulder. “Geez, Freddie, where do you get all these straight-laced mates? I swear, last I checked we were in art school together.” Freddie shrugged, still chuckling at the thought of you and Deacon together. “Well, what about the guitar player? Any chance there? What’s he do?”

“He’s getting a PhD,” Freddie responded, making you groan. “In astronomy or astrophysics, I can’t recall at the moment.”

“Fred, you’re killing me here,” you complained, laughing a bit. “Is he at least cute?”

“Is who cute?” someone with a lighter, yet raspy voice asked, sliding into the booth so they were right next to you. You looked to your right to be greeted by the smiling face of a complete stranger. He had medium length blonde hair, with some semblance of bangs across his forehead, though his hair was mostly unkempt and not brushed, so it stuck out everywhere. He had very beautiful blue eyes, which were staring straight at you, and it took you a moment to realize it was the Roger that Freddie had told you about moments ago.

“This must be Roger,” you said, turning back to Freddie for confirmation. He nodded, reaching around you to give Roger a playful, but cautionary shove, before resting his arm on your shoulders.

Two other men joined you all in the booth, sitting across from you in the semicircle and leaving Freddie directly in the middle. Freddie signaled to the man on his left, starting introductions properly. “Y/N, this is John Deacon, the lovely bass player I was telling you about.”

“Hello, John,” you said warmly, reaching across Freddie to shake his hand quickly. He nodded, greeting you shyly and giving you a gentle smile. “I heard you’re fixing to be an engineer.”

“Electrical engineer,” he clarified, hands clasped together in his lap as he crossed his legs loosely. You nodded in appreciation, tipping your beer towards him before taking another drink.

“And this is Roger, obviously,” Freddie said, nodding his head towards the man to your right.

You held out your hand to him, still smiling warmly. “Y/N,” you said, shaking his hand. He shook your hand, then went to kiss the back of it, which made you roll your eyes and pull your hand away quickly. That was more than enough to turn you off to him immediately. “In your dreams, blondie.”

He laughed at that, mostly unfazed by your rejection, and shrugged as he returned his hand back to the table. “And over there is Brian,” Freddie continued, pointing to the man with the curly brown hair and kind hazel eyes at the other end of the semicircle.

His breath caught in his throat a bit when you looked over at him, but you didn’t seem to notice. In fact, you really hadn’t noticed he’d been stupefied as soon as he’d caught a glimpse of you sitting next to Freddie. You were breathtaking to him, and he’d been quietly admiring you from across the table for quite a few moments now. After you had so easily turned down Roger’s advances, his mind was made up. You were his favorite roommate of Freddie’s this far. So, it was no surprise that he was momentarily speechless when it came to his turn to be introduced.

“So this is Brian,” you said, getting up and leaning forward a bit across the table to reach and shake his hand. He hesitated, then took your hand and shook it gently, hardly believing you were real. “I’m Y/N, Freddie’s roommate.”

He swallowed hard, letting go of your hand after a moment and managing a lopsided smile. “I-I’m… I’m Brian, obviously.” Glancing to the side for a moment, he noticed that Roger was checking you out from behind as you leaned across the table, and before he knew what he was doing, he kicked Roger’s shin. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to elicit a yelp and a dirty look from the disheveled blonde across the table.

You sat back down, giving Roger an odd look as he muttered curses to himself. Dismissing his odd behavior, you shook your head before leaning back against Freddie and taking a drink of your pint. “So this is the band,” you mused, looking around at the group and lingering for a few seconds more on Brian, which made his heart start to pound nervously. He felt like a fool, being so dumbstruck by you on first sight. However, he couldn’t help it. Something about you had him captivated.

“Aren’t we delightful?” Freddie gave you a wide smile, squeezing your shoulder gently. You made a face, pretending to think about it, which made Freddie click his tongue playfully and shake his head . As music started up, most of the group’s attention was directed towards the stage, so Freddie took the chance to lean over and whisper in your ear. “I think Brian’s a bit fond of you.”

You looked over at Brian for a moment, who was looking towards the stage at the moment, then looked back at Freddie. “Are you sure?” you asked. “He just seems like a shy, nervous guy.”

Freddie laughed, which got Brian’s attention. He worried that it was about him, but he couldn’t tell what you two were saying across the table, so he tried to push the worries to the back of his brain.

“Brian is shy and nervous at times, yes, but I’ve never seen him this nervous to meet a girl… well, ever.” You pursed your lips, then looked at Brian again. This time, he was halfway paying attention and looked at you once he realized you were looking over at him. You felt a surge of confidence as you locked eyes, so you smiled widely and winked at him before looking back to Freddie, who was watching Brian’s once kind eyes fill with a mild panic. When Brian cleared his throat and looked back to the band, tapping his fingers nervously, Freddie had to control himself so he didn’t burst out laughing. “That was cruel, Y/N. You’re teasing him.”

“Hey!” you giggled, shrugging. “He is cute, and if he’s single and wants to screw, then why not?”

“I think he wants to do more than just screw, darling,” Freddie said knowingly, pulling his arm off your shoulder when your name was announced. Roger let you out after a little eyebrow wiggle, and you leaned on the table with one hand as you pulled the boots off, facing Brian.

“Would you mind holding these for me? Freddie did say they were your favorite, and you’d be my favorite if you did,” you asked, smiling sweetly at him. Roger protested unintelligibly, and Brian nodded eagerly as he took them from you, keeping them in his lap despite how dirty they probably were on the bottom. That being said, you were the one that was sock footed. “You’re a doll, Bri.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying up to the stage and getting on the piano, tapping the mic to make sure it was working. You didn’t see it, but Brian choked on air as you walked away, Deacon giving him a little nudge with his elbow and grinning like a little shit. He knew Brian was crushing like a little school boy, and Brian absolutely hated that it was so obvious.

Before you started, you glanced over at the group, taking a deep breath. Brian was watching intently, John curious, Freddie clearly holding in laughter at Brian, and Roger distracted by a girl with smaller hot pants than you. You grinned and gave a thumbs up before starting into your small little mash-up of songs. As you played, you stole glances over to the table from time to time, and every time, Brian had his eyes on you. He was the only consistency. Even Freddie’s eyes wandered from time to time, but you couldn’t blame him – after all, he was loads better at piano than you were.

It made your heart swell a little bit. It really had been a long time since your last relationship, and no one had ever really shown this much interest in you, especially this early on. Brian was enraptured, and it made you feel powerful, almost. Of course, you weren’t going to abuse that power. But it didn’t hurt to have a little fun with it. And Brian was adorable – despite your obvious differences in where your future seemed to be directed, he was attractive, had a soft, smooth voice, and – from what Freddie had briefly mentioned – actually had a great taste in fashion.

As you ended the song, you looked at Brian and smiled widely again. He smiled back, clapping with the rest of the audience, and you winked again before looking to the whole pub and thanking them. With that, you climbed off the stage and made your way back over to the booth, Brian making the group scoot over so you could sit next to him and put your boots back on.

“That was marvelous, Y/N,” Freddie said, reaching across the table to pass you what was left of your pint. You blew him a kiss as thanks, still pulling on your boots as they were proving to be quite difficult.

“Fred’s right, you were wonderful,” Brian added earnestly, almost vibrating with excitement at how close you were to him. “Where did you learn how to play like that?”

“I took lessons when I was younger, Fred helped me polish up a bit after all these years,” you replied, pulling the other boot on and giving him a grateful smile. “By the way, thank you for holding my boots for me. I owe you.”

There was a bit of silence as Brian processed that information, scratching his neck and letting his mouth hang open just a bit. You held back a laugh, dizzy with joy that you had such an effect on him.

“You hear that, mate? She owes you,” Deacon interjected, giving Brian an exaggerated pointed look.

Brian noticeably blushed, overwhelmed by how forward everybody was being in the situation, and hesitated to look back at you. “It was nothing, promise,” he said gently, wanting to avoid the further confrontation, but you were far past confrontational at this point.

“Shame,” you said, just loud enough for him to hear, resting a hand on top of his left, which was currently resting on his thigh. “I would have loved to pay you back.” Something flashed in Brian’s eyes, and the pinkness of his cheeks darkened a bit as he chuckled shakily, looking down at your hands for a moment. You took the chance to look over at Freddie, who was practically writhing in his seat as he watched you two. Flashing him a quick grin, you finished off your pint before sliding the glass to the middle of the table.

“Let me get you another,” Brian suddenly requested, sounding a bit more confident, but not by much. He was still somewhat out of his element, but he was gaining ground and you appreciated the enthusiasm, so you nodded and took his hand in yours, leading him to the bar. Signaling the bartender, you ordered two more pints, and Brian fished out the money for it.

“This time, will you let me owe you?” you teased, turning around to face him as you waited for the bartender to pour both of your drinks. Brian licked his lips quickly, nodding in response. Now that you were both standing up and you had a good chance to look at him, you noticed that he had some height on you even with the boots on. And from this angle, you could see that his nose hooked at the end, giving him a more posh look than you’d expected from him. After a bit too long of staring at him, you heard two pints sat down on the bar behind you and smiled widely, thanking the bartender when he gave you two the beers. Taking his free hand, you led him to a different booth farther back, knowing that Freddie would go on to play soon, and you’d rather be alone with him at this point.

“Don’t like the last table?” Brian inquired, sitting next to you so you could both face the stage. You shook your head, giggling softly at his apparent obliviousness.

“Not particularly, Freddie was getting a pretty big kick out of you and I’d rather not be in the same vicinity as Roger and his drool.” Brian chuckled at that, cocking an eyebrow at the first part of the sentence.

“So you two were talking about me? I suspected as much. What haunting secrets did he tell you?”

“No secrets, he just said you seemed ‘fond of me.’ He was nearly doubled over by the time we went to the bar.” Brian was positively red at this point, not able to form any semblance of a response. “I can’t believe you didn’t notice, it was hard to miss.”

Brian dragged his finger down his glass for a moment, distracted for a second by Freddie’s name being announced, but he could hardly forget what you’d said. As Freddie mounted the stage, Brian cleared his throat, which grabbed your attention. “I was a bit distracted,” he admitted sheepishly, watching you rather timidly. After a moment, he clarified. “You had me distracted.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Freddie finally spoke into the microphone, pointing back in the general direction of your booth. “I’d love to dedicate this song to two dear friends of mine who are here tonight – you’re both fit and up for it, so stop beating around the bush and get your arses out of here.” You laughed and raised your beer to him, taking a drink. Brian, who’d been sipping his beer, almost choked on the drink he’d been taking and spilled a bit on himself, so he had to wipe his lips off on the back of his hand and raise his other hand in acknowledgement. Freddie laughed giddily, then continued. “Just taking the piss.”

He then started into his song, and you looked over at Brian, who was still trying to get all of the beer off of him. You gently nudged him with your elbow to get his attention, and he looked over at you after a moment. Nodding towards the door, you raised an eyebrow and gave him a cheeky grin.

After a moment, he smiled back and took your hand to lead you out of the pub, murmuring, “I think Fred’s on to something after all.”

alright yall after this i only have one more request to write so gimme somethin to work with PLZ

SEND IN REQUESTS

I’LL DO ANYTHING

RAMI

ROGER

DEACY

IDC

love yall

-w

#brian may imagine #brian may x reader #queen imagine

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crossedamillionrivers · 6 years ago

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Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs!

I was tagged by the wonderful @heartsandstarsnails

A- Age: 17

B- Birthplace: CA

C- Current time: 18:10 (6:10)

D- Drink you last had: Electric Berry Rebel from Dutch Bros. (Kiwi and Blue Raspberry energy drink)

E- Easiest person to talk to: hmm probably @per-al-ta

F- Favorite song: hmmmm at the moment probably ‘39

G- Grossest memory: digging tonsil rocks from the back of my throat last year (still have to do it every now and then)

H- Horror yes or horror no: hell yes I live and breathe horror

I- In love: nope fuck that (honestly yeah but only with John Deacon, Joe Mazzello, and Roger Taylor)

J- Jealous of people: all the time it’s so unhealthy and stressful

No K

L- Love at first sight or should I walk by again: hmm not really. It seems romantic but I don’t think it exists

M- Middle name: Rose

N- Number of siblings: 1 brother

O- One wish: to see Freddie alive and well

P- Person you last called: my old Drum Major, my band mama

Q- Question you’re always asked: “oh just like the bears?” Uneducated swines always think my last name is like the bears but it’s not. There’s a huge difference. At least compare me to someone notable like Leonard

S- Song you last sang: Love Of My Life

T- Time you woke up: 6:10 am

U- Underwear color: dark gray

No V

W- When was the last time you really laughed: like an hour ago. My dad tried to spook me

X- X-rays: too many to count. A bitch got scoliosis

Y- Your favorite food: it changes so much but spicy ramen at the moment

Z- Zodiac sign: cancer!

I tag: whoever wants to do it!

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ncwandyke-blog · 7 years ago

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OOC MEME !

A . age : 19 B . birthplace : ohio C . current time : 8:14 D . drink you had last : im drinking a melted oreo mcflurry ???? E . easiest person to talk to : my mom !!!! F . favorite song : i hate this question :// G . grossest memory : when i was v v little, i was in the bathtub & got a hold of a shaving razor & basically skinned my kneecap???? an actual bloodbath. H . horror yes or horror no : Y E S I . in love ? : very much so ! J . jealous of people : lmao all the time bud K . killed someone : ye L . love at first sight or should i walk by again ? : ?????????? M . middle name : renee ! N . number of siblings : 4 sisters. 2 older, 2 younger. O . one wish : i wish i was a rich ass bitch P . person you called last : my mom probably Q . question you’re always asked : “how did u do ur makeup” R . reason to smile : my family !!! my bf !!!!! S . song you sang last : pet sematary by the ramones T . top 3 fictional characters : 1) freddy newandyke 2) doom-head 3) harry osborn U . underwear color: grey ! V . vacation : just got back from florida ~~ W . when’s your birthday : november 26 X . x-rays : i dont think i’ve ever had any ???? Y . your favorite food : anything made from potatoes Z . zodiac sign : sagittarius bitch

tagged by : @dumbstcr <3

tagging : whoever wants to do it !

#‹ 000. › general —— out of character.

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cait-sithlord · 8 years ago

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Heya, I was tagged by @cladnplaid thanks friend!

A- age: 19

B - biggest fear: ADULTHOOD

C - current time: 9:40 PM

D - drink you had last: COFFEE☕️☕️

E - easiest person to talk to: my sisters!!

F - favorite song: “Calling for Rain” by Neo Liu and Tu Hua Bing….BUT I’m gonna have to also say “Pretty Little Head” by Eliza Rickman cuz that’s my aesthetic

G - grossest memory: Cleaning up after a sick kiddo. Love em to death, but getting puked on is nasty as heck, 2/10 would not recommend

H - horror: Sure man, why not? It’s gotta be good tho. Like, it either has to be a good psychological piece or straight up memeworthy. Love me some Freddy Krueger puns.

I - in love: with fictional characters cuz I’m trash™ (Nyx Ulric is my cinnamon bun hubby)

J - jealous of people: nope

K - killed someone: yep

L - love at first sight or should I walk by again: …both? M - ??? I noticed there wasn’t a prompt for M?? I’m going to pretend it was Memory and say that I my favorite memory is going on vacation with the fam and sleeping in my aunt’s basement. We stayed up til like 2AM watching Game Grumps and coming up with songs to the tune of annoying childrens toys

N - number of siblings: 2 older sisters, 2 younger brothers (I’m the middle child, which explains a lot about me tbh)

O - one wish: well now that I have FFXV, I gotta say KINGDOM HEARTS 3 GET ON IT SQUARE 👏👏👏

P - person you last called: my mom❤️

Q - question you’re always asked: “Did you draw that?” 😑

R - reasons to smile: vidEo GaME and puppies

S - song you just sang: “Sunleth Waterscape” - Final Fantasy XIII

T - time you woke up: 9:45AM

U - underwear color: that implies that I’m wearing underwear and I only wear BATTLE ARMOR

V - No V prompt either noooo

W - worst habit: I do a lot of character voices? Like, a LOT. I’ve been told I am good at them? Lord I hope so, cuz I do them CONSTANTLY (lately I’ve been doing an annoying amount of Ardyn Izunia, much to @majoras-trash dismay)

X - x rays you had: for confirmation of a broken wrist at age 9(?)

Y - your favorite food: MUSHROOM RISOTTO I’ve come up with a new recipeh

Z - zodiac sign - Cancer 😈

Um I tag?? @cloud-and-tifa @mryolothebro @aheartmadefullmetal16 @dearlybelovedzack @indigo-night-wisp @azrexl-51 @ydamontel I mean only if you wanna I dont wanna bother anybody haha

Edit: WHOEVER WANTS TO DO THIS, CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED

#mutuals #irl friends #personal

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fanfics4all · 4 years ago

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Unpredictable Situation

Request: Yes / No Can you do a Fred Weasey x FemReader where there is like a Halloween party in Hogwarts and Reader is usually very shy but decided to go in a really breathtakingly beautiful costume. In the end her and Fred confess to each other they've liked each other for quite some time now? And it's really really fluffy? Anon

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1048

Warnings: Nothing I think.

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK, I WORK HARD ON MY FICS AND IT’S NOT COOL TO STEAL SOMEONE ELSE’S WORK!

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Halloween was here and the Gryffindor’s were throwing a party. You had to wear a costume to be able to enter and my best friends Fred and George were making me go. I didn’t mind it, but I really wasn’t into crowds, I preferred being in small groups of friends rather than a larger group. Hermione and Ginny were helping me find a proper costume.

“How about this?” Hermione asked.

“Or this one?” Ginny offered.

“Can you two please not pick such revealing costumes?” I asked.

“Oh come on Y/N, give the guys a little something to look at.” Ginny winked and I rolled my eyes.

“I’d rather not.” I said.

“What about this one?” Hermione suggested and I looked at it with a small smile.

“Oh I do like it, but it’s still kind of revealing…” I said with a blush.

“You’ll look so good in it Y/N, you have to get it.” Ginny said.

“But-”

“Just step out of your comfort zone for a night!” She said, cutting me off.

“Ginny’s right.” Hermione said.

“Fine…” I sighed and grabbed the costume.

The night of the party came and I had gotten dressed. I looked at myself in the mirror and bit my lip. This was the most revealing thing I’ve ever worn… I felt the nerves wreck my body, but I knew if I didn’t go down now someone would just come and get me.

Fred’s POV

The party was wicked! George and I were taking the oprotunite to sell our products to the younger kids. It being Halloween only made things better! Everyone wanted to play tricks on their friends and we were the twins to come to. I was looking around the room to make sure Y/N was showing up, but I didn’t see her yet.

“Think she’s skipping out?” George asked.

“She better not, I’ll go up and get her myself if I have to.” I answered and he smirked.

“Ginny said that she got a bloody good costume.” He said and I shook my head.

“Why would I care?” I asked.

“Because you fancy her.” He answered with an even bigger smirk.

“What? No I do.” I said, but George just kept smirking.

“Can’t lie to me Freddy.” He said and pointed behind me. I turned around and saw Y/N walking downstairs dressed as a flapper girl from the 1920’s.

She looked gorgeous, breath taking even. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. I heard George laughing, but it didn’t register.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor mate.” He said and I snapped out of it.

“I’m getting a drink.” I said and walked off. I grabbed a cup of fire whisky and Y/N walked up next to me.

“Is there anything without alcohol here?” She asked in her tiny voice and I smiled.

“‘Fraid not, let me make you a drink? I promise it won’t be strong.” I offered.

“As long as you promise.” She smiled. I grabbed a cup and quickly made her the least strong drink I could.

“Here you go Y/N/N.” I said and handed her the cup. She smiled and took a small sip.

“Oh wow, this is really good.” She said and my heart fluttered a little.

“Come to me if you want another one.” I said and she nodded.

“Where’s George?” She asked, looking around.

“Over there.” I pointed and we looked over to see him selling something to a first year.

“Of course you two are taking advantage of Halloween.” She giggled. That giggle that always made me smile and brighten my mood.

“Gotta do business when we can.” I winked and I saw her blush a little. The song changed and I noticed Y/N smile.

“Wanna dance?” I asked and she blushed.

“O-Oh, um…” She stuttered and it was so cute.

“Come on, it’s just me.” I said offering her my hand.

“A-Alright.” She said and took my hand. I led her to the middle of the room where everyone was dancing and started moving to the fast pace beat. Y/N stood there for a moment, awkwardly. I noticed she was feeling uncomfertble, but I wanted her to have some fun tonight. I gently placed my hands on her hips and pulled her a little closer to me so she was be comfortable. She looked up at me with a blush on her cheeks and I smiled down at her.

“Just move your hips like this.” I said and moved her along with me. It took her a moment, but she began to loosen up a bit and smiled up at me.

“See, you’re a natural.” I said and she giggled.

“I’ve never really danced like this before.” She said.

“Well you’re bloody good at it.” I said and she blushed again.

“T-Thanks.” She said, looking away a bit. I gently pulled her to face me again and I couldn’t stop myself, it was like I was running on auto-polit. I leaned down and captured her lips with mine. I felt her stiffin, but soon kissed me back! I couldn’t believe sweet little Y/N was kissed me in the middle of a party right now!

“I see you’ve really stepped out of your comfort zone.” I heard Ginny said and Y/N pulled away and looked at her with wide eyes.

“U-Um… I-It’s not what it l-looks like.” She stuttered with a deep blush on her face.

“Finally! I thought I was gonna have to spike your drinks with Amortentia!” George joined in.

“I-I…” She stuttered again and I quickly grabbed her and pulled her away from the two.

“Sorry about that, I shouldn’t have done that…” I said scratching the back of my neck.

“N-No, it’s alright. I enjoyed it…” She said quietly and her blush deepened.

“You did?” I asked and she nodded. I smiled and pulled her to look at me again.

“I think it’s pretty obvious, but I fancy you Y/N, alot.” I said and she giggled.

“I fancy you too Fred.” She said and my smile grew.

“Can I kiss you again?” I asked and she nodded. I placed my lips on her for the second time and it was just as magical as the first.

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5000 Question Survey Pt. 8

701. What is your favorite mixed drink? i like sex on the beach a lot but i honestly like a lot of mixed drinks 702. When answering these questions are you often pulled in different directions, as if committing to one answer eliminates the possibility for all others? nahh, i try not to put too much thought into my decisions lol 703. Chicken Mesala, Pasta Primavera, Veal Cutlet Parmesan or Linguini with Clam Sauce? i don’t know what any of these are. i guess pasta primavetra 704. If you were alone in your friend’s house/room/apartment would you look in their drawers and notebooks? i’d probably just watch tv

705. What would you really like to do but you don’t because you are afraid of getting caught? gamble??? lol idk

706. Of the following, which word best describes you: responsible: this one i guess spontaneous: tactful: uninhbited: 707. Which band would you most likely check out? The Smiths (indi-pop 80’s-90’s) probably this one The Lords of Acid (acid/house/dance 90’s) Front 242 (80’s-90’s industrial/dance) 708. How can one put an end to procrastination, as a bad habit? commit to everything that you ever need to get done 709. What feature would you want on your car that is not currently offered? well, i don’t have a car but if i did i would want bluetooth so i can always listen to my own music 710. What kind of poetry speaks to you? i don’t like poetry 711. What is your favorite store that is open 24 hours? uh... walmart? i guess 712. Do you find that sleep is just so much sleepier when you are supposed to be doing something else? absolutely 713. Do you also find that the books you chose are so much more luscious when you have a stack of actual assignments that you Should be reading? lol i mean kind of? 714. If you have had the chance to compare the original 5000 Question Survey to this edited version, what is your opinion? i haven’t done the originial so i have no idea honestly 715. What’s the most creative answer you can think of for ‘what is black and white and red all over’? a sunburnt penguin 716. Why do people slow down on the highway when they pass a cop car pulling someone else over? just to be cautious, i guess 717. Are they afraid that the cop will STOP pulling over whoever he is pulling over and pull them over instead? possible, i guess 718. It’s daddy’s birthday. What do you get him? something sports related 719. What’s your 5,000 question survey nickname? Look at the word next to the 2nd letter of your first name A anything but B bubalicious C captivating D deadly E erotic F funky G greasy H heaps of I indie J jelly K kinetic L lasher M Mr. (or Mrs.) N neglected O ogre-like P parading Q quacking R Rico S stinky T the one and only U uber V Velcro W wishing for X x-tra Y yearning for Z zoobalee Now take the first letter of your last name. A aardvarks B baboo C creme pie D drag queen E eggbert F flex G god H hell I Isabelle J juice K kisses L lightning M mannish boys N nice O octopi P porcupines Q q-bert R rainbows S suave T tushy U underwear V valor W weenie X xtc Y yohimbe Z zipper Put the two words together for your nickname. indie creme pie 720. You know that shaky feeling that you get when it’s all coming to a climax, and everyone involved is breaking into the good kind of cold sweat, working as individuals and at the same time as a single force of energy, and it all meshes together, and for a brief moment, you’re holding your breath and tingling all over, and after it’s done you’re on an explosive and dizzying high for the rest of the night? What does that feeling come from? drugs prolly 721. How many of your teachers can you imagine drinking or doing drugs on the weekends? definitely some of my high school teachers 722. Do you like Alice in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass? i like alice in wonderland 723. Write a question and answer it here. what do you want to be doing right now? eating 724. Who is your favorite playwright? i don’t have one 725. What movie has come out recently that you couldn’t have less interest in? there are so many lol 726. What would the worst movie ever be about? poop 727. Do you like truffles? Do you like Turkish delight? not a huge chocolate person 728. Can you tell the difference between a transvestite and a real woman? it doesn’t really matter if i can or not 729. What’s funnier, plants or fire extinguishers? lol neither? 730. For question 720 did you write down sex? You pervert, I was thinking of musical theater. i didn’t actually 731. Which is better, leopard print or plaid? plaid for sure 732. What would you consider ordinary? blondes 733. What is out of the ordinary? dogs with sweaters 734. Do you ever watch COPS? I FUCKING LOVE COPS 735. Is there always room for j - e - l - l - o? i hate jello 736. If you had your own TV show, what kind of show would you make it? a horror drama 737. Do you know how heavy things like airplanes stay in the air? buoyancy??? idk if that even makes sense 738. When do you act the most dramatic? every single day of my entire life 739. Are you one of those people who have, “see photo id,” written on the back of their credit cards? i don’t think so 740. It’s mom’s birthday. What do you get her? she’s hard to shop for so idk, i’d probably ask 741. What celebrity has pretty much disappeared leaving you wondering 'where are they now’? amanda bynes 742. Would you get angry if you and your girl/boyfriend saw the preview for a movie and talked about seeing it together and then they saw it with one of their friends while you were busy? jack has done that before lol. except with his mother and i was a lil mad because we talked about seeing it and he went without me but it ended up being a good movie and he took me later that week or something 743. How many people do you think will finish this whooooooole survey? not many, i’d say 744. Have you ever written a message, sealed it in a bottle and thrown it into a river/lake ocean? nah. 745. If you haven’t would you want to? sure 746. If you ever did what would you write? something significant 747. What do you wish you could always be protected from? death 748. What small thing annoys you so much it should be a crime? when people chew with their mouth open 749. Would you rather watch a video of fish in a tank, or the Yule log on TV? fish in a tank 750. Is it better to be loved or feared? loved 100% 751. What causes you to panic? lots of things man 752. Do you believe that you have a strong personality? i think so? unless that’s a bad thing lol 753. When Jesus saves souls…does he trade them in for valuable prizes? idfk man, do i look like jesus? 754. What resolutions would you make if it were new years? lose weight or at least get in better shape 755. Why wait? bc i’m lazy 756. Do you feel like time is on your side or working against you? working against me most of the time 757. What do you do for yourself when you are down to put a little joy back into your life? watch something or read something 758. How much Tolkien have you read? i don’t even know what that is 759. These are the songs on the radio. Which are you most likely to listen to: Time Bomb by Rancid Dead Man’s party by Oingo Boingo The Sun Always Shines on TV by A-ha this one 50 Ways to leave Your Lover by Paul Simon Run by collective Soul 760. Do you believe that Jesus existed as a real person? no 761. Do you believe he was the son of god? idfk dude 762. How do you feel about organized religion? i don’t care 763. What sentence have you heard lately, that would sound pretty odd out of context? idk 763. If you had to choose one image to be a symbol of our times, what would you pick? a cat 764. Name a group of people: crowd 765. How many of them does it take to screw in a light bulb? one, hopefully 766. Do you like the movie The Labyrinth with David Bowie and some muppets? never seen it 767. Do you like the movie The Dark Crystal? never seen it. 768. Metallica or Guns N’ Roses? metallica 769. Do you follow the Chinese zodiac? i used to 770. Do you like reggae music? not really. 771. What makes your life worth it every day? getting to see the ones i love 772. Do you seize each day and sink your teeth into it? sure 773. I’ve heard people say that Jim Morrison never yawned because he was just so full of life. How often do you yawn? every single day 774. Who decides what behavior is 'crazy’ or 'sane’? anyone who wants to i suppose 775. Who are the most inspiring artists, musicians, poets, and writers? oh there’s tons. robin williams was always an inspiration to me and so was van gogh. 776. Did anything historically significant happen in the year you were born? not that i know of 777. Besides blowing out birthday candles when do you make wishes? on shooting stars whenever i see them 778. Are you self-sufficient? i try to be 779. Is it better to be wanted or needed? wanted 780. What do you feel is an appropriate age to lose one’s virginity at? whenever they are ready 781. Do you feel that the appropriate age for girls and for boys is different? no 782. Are you a hard person to get to know? i don’t think so. i’m an open book 783. What is the craziest thing you have ever done out of anger? hurt myself 784. What’s the MOST annoying sound you can think of? nails on a chalkboard 785. What’s the silliest vegetable you can think of? idk 786. Do you believe in love at first sight? not really 787. Name one thing you have referred to in the past as “better than sex”: food lol 788. What do you see when you turn out the light? it’s dark so probably not a lot 789. Do you like jazz, blues and/or swing music? nope 790. Do you prefer gold or silver jewelry? silver 791. In what ways do you want your children to be like you? i don’t want children 792. In what ways would you want your children to be different from you? ^ 793. What was the scariest movie you’ve ever seen? back when i was little freddy kreuger scared the actual shit out of me 794. What was the funniest movie you’ve ever seen? grown ups or horrible bosses 795. What was the worst movie you’ve ever seen? the haunting of molly hartley 796. Are you a good massage-giver? i think so. 797. What is one question that no one can ever truthfully answer 'yes’ to? if they know everything 798. Is there more to this world than human beings can perceive? of course there is 799. If matter is neither created nor destroyed then is it possible that you are made up of molecules that once made up Ghandi or Jesus or Einstein? sure why not? 800. Are you often sarcastic? pretty often.

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