#(and bri knows there's a lot more to answer.. i'm very sorry)

[hexwhore]

Bri come back😞💔

i'm not allowed to play on tungle.com until i finish my homework writing :(((((

[nescaveckwriter]

Hurting Angel - Chapter One 🥰

Crowley x reader (also known as Bri)

Chapter One 🐞

A/N: Hey my bugsies, so this was requested by a beautiful anonymous bugsie, I sure do hope y'all are going to enjoy this series...🥰💓

Side Note: Let me know what y'all think, also thank you all for the support - also all my stories can be found on watpad aswell.🥹🤭

Warnings: Blood, thriller, horror, sarcasm, mentioning of guns, if there's anything else, let me know... Much love "Nesca" 🐞

Go on a blind date they said, it'll be fun they said. You need to get out more Bri, they said. " Remind me again why I agreed to download the stupid dating app, signing up for it in the first place was crazy, damn freaking nuts. "

Stirring the drink at the bar, not really feeling like drinking, but hey its a bar, its what your supposed to do right!

The bartender basically screaming over the loud music, 'you okay miss?'

"Yeah of course never been better, love getting stood up," her lips pursed

The barman didn't quite know how to answer that, so he just walked further down to the other end.

Irritated about the fact you got stood up and that it bothers you a tiny bit, you pull out your phone, texting the babysitter, asking if everything is still alright, with Lainey.

The text came through, "Little Lainey is watching my little pony and she already had her dinner, enjoy yourself a bit darling" Mrs Anderson is the only person she trusts with Lainey.  Biting her lip, maybe I should stay a little longer, just enjoy myself for awhile, unwind, the story about the biggest crime syndicate is really taking over my damn life, I'm this close, mimicking with her index finger and thumb, to uncovering the face behind the leader, his code name "The Devil" a crooked smile on her lips, its such a stupid nickname, like are the people supposed to be immediate, well like yeah, here comes the little red man, with his pointy tail and ears, with his little pitch fork, all I know for sure is his name is Crowley, and he goes by the devil, as for how he looks, I'll find that out very soon, well as soon as my source comes through anyway.

''Drinking alone and looking as beautiful as you, is just a crime'' the silvery voice says, breaking her out of her deep thoughts. Turning her head to the barstool next to hers. ''Oh really? last time I checked there's a lot worse crimes in this world'', sounding a little more snarky than she intended. The man with his neatly combed over blonde hair and blue eyes laughs, ''not in the mood for company?'' 

''In all honesty, not if your going to tell me cheesy pick up lines all night'' she sighed.

''Your safe, I promise, that was my last, you have my word'' he laughed

''Okay good! Then your more than welcome to join me,'' sounding inviting

The man, asks for the bartender to give them two more, of whatever she's having. After getting your drinks, the two of you talked, not really exchanging names, merely about how noisy it is, and the fact that, they both got stood up. Still laughing and having fun, some guy bumps into your chair, letting your handbag fall to the ground. ''Hey! Look where you going buddy'' she warned. The guy just gestures a sorry and keeps on stumbling further. 

''This place is getting to crowded, I'm going to head home, as soon as I finish the last few sips'', she expressed

''Leave now? We are just getting to know each other'', his silvery voice, sounded so smooth.

''Biting her lip, yes thank you for the nice chat'' getting up, to only fall back again, holding her head in her hand, "oh wow, how is it possible that I feel so lightheaded, I had two drinks," everything is spinning, my body feels so numb, so outside of myself. Fumbling through her handbag, trying to take her phone. Hearing the bartender say something, the man next to her, sounded so disembodied when he answered, looks like she had a bit to much to drink, I'll take her home, taking ahold of her arm, let's get you home!

Something is wrong, has she been drugged? Trying to get her arms to function to push him away, so that she can get out of his grip, but her body feels weak, her muscles is losing all functionality, as for her eyelids it feels as heavy as stone, she whispers a shaky "no" before everything goes. dark.

Her eyes starting to slightly open, "w..what happened", she mumble's. Glancing over the room, to see if she recognises anything, her view is hazy "where's the man that took her" hearing the dripping sound of water, "it's freezing" breathing heavily, excruciating pain shuttering throughout her body, feeling still slightly numb, tracing her fingers over her abdomen area, her hands trembling when she feels a long incision, and the thread of a wound being closed up, unknowingly tugs at the pointy strand, "what the hell" she gasped.

Forcing herself to see more clearly, glancing down, shaking uncontrollable, her eyes widening, her body is laying in a bathtub covered with ice, some crystal clear, others stained with red, most likely from the blood, still seeping through her left side. "My side its sliced open" she yelled, as if she only realized that what she felt previously was her own body.

Searching across the bathroom, for anything other than the dripping sound and the shaking of her own body, she grabs ahold of the bathtub, her fingers a discoloration of blueish-white, forcing her body over the edge, plumping to the ground, "dammit" she exclaims. Dragging herself across the floor, moaning and whimpering in pain.

Opening the wooden door slowly to peek through, to see if anyone is stil there keeping watch, sighing in relief, "the coast is clear. " Crawling to the edge of the bed, trying to get up, still shaking and weak, she forces herself up, rolling over, taking in a deep breath, her heart is beating rapidly, her throat dry, her voice sounding hoarse. "I need to get to a phone, hospital something"

Grabbing a blanket to wrap up her shaking body, that's only covered in a black sports bra and her black shorts, making her way to a shaky stance. Holding onto whatever she can find as she stumbles out of the room. The bright streetlights making her eyes burn, glaring down the stairs," really the least they could do is butcher me on ground level" irritation in her painstaking voice.

Dragging one foot across the other, down the steel staircase. Searching the parking lot for a vehicle or help of some sort. There in the corner, an old chevy Camaro, "almost there" she sighs.

Pulling the door, praying it isn't locked, "yes, its open" a half smile forming on her tired face. Hoping the keys are still inside, she gets in. "Dammit, no keys, why would it be easy, nothing is every easy" her voice low and weak.

Pulling the ignition with every last bit of strength she has, "need something to strip the plastic covered wires" peeking through the car, in the window hangs a beer opener, reaching for it, taking it to the wires, pulling it across the starter wire, striping the plastic about 1'3 inches back, then doing the same with the battery wire, touching the two ends together, something she learned when she was a teenager, "Come on baby, come, there you go, that's a girl" she whined.

Throwing it in drive, and stepping on the gas, she drives off, leaving a man in her rear view window chasing after her.

Looking at the street signs, trying to read it, but its all a blur, turning down the first left she can find, looks like a residential area, "maybe I can get some help here" she utters desperately.

Feeling the blood rolling down her side onto her thighs, her breathing more shallow and her eyes heavy, knowing she needs help quick! Real quick! Making her foot heavy on the gas, not taking the turn in consideration, she crashes into a wall,  making her head jolt to the steering wheel, glancing over the shattered windscreen, at two men with weapons, running towards her, she looses consciousness.

Chapter Two Here 🐞

[goldendoodlerlockerlove]

4 for the wip asks :)

Thank you so much!! :D

Sincerely, Me is a very rough WIP name for this WIP fic. It takes place in the universe of the musical Dear Evan Hansen, and it came about because I had the biggest desire in the world to write something Kleinsen-related (Evan Hansen x Jared Kleinman). It actually technically takes place in the movie universe, and I don't even particularly like the movie (I have thoughts). I don't hate it or anything, but it could've been done so much better. Anyway, I made it part of the movie universe so some good content could come from there. So, I guess I'd have to call it Kalsen (Evan Hansen x Jared Kalwani) because they changed his last name for the movie.

It's mainly centered around their daughter, Paige, and her best friend, Tyrone. Paige is Cis and Panromantic, and Tyrone is Trans Masc and Straight. They were definitely a fun duo to write, even though I didn't write that much for this fic. I was actually planning on it being a big, multi-chapter fic, but I might just try to make it a Oneshot so I can just finish it and post it. I'm not sure I can make it a big, multi-chapter fic with this concept, anyway.

Here's a little excerpt for you:

She didn’t answer, opting instead to glance at the trees. “I’m surprised you didn’t mention Jared being Indian first.”

She was well aware of his distaste for her calling her dads by their first names. In her opinion, it was entertaining watching his mouth become agape whenever she did this, so sometimes she’d do it on purpose. It never mattered to her--it was sometimes necessary, to distinguish them, and the two of them weren’t fretful of this habit. However, Tyrone always suggested she call Evan “Dad” and Jared “Pitā” instead, which is the Hindi word for Father. 

She never listened to this advice.

Tyrone began chasing a pebble with his shoe, “Well, he mentions being Jewish a lot more than he does being Indian.”

She sighed, crossing her arms as a sudden, harsh breeze cut through them, “I guess you’re not wrong.”

He didn’t stop harassing the pebble even when they approached her house. It was pretty average, as far as regular houses in suburbia went, being all beige and harsh corners, as well as a roof sharp enough to poke Santa on his journey every Christmas (she stole that joke from Jared).

Annnnd here's another excerpt that comes a little later!

“Paige?” She heard an all-too familiar voice float from the kitchen. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, Dad.” She began striding towards the source as Tyrone shot her a look. “It’s not as if I call them by their first names all the time.”

Jared was perched over the stove, nursing a bottle of water as he continued frying something on a pan. He enjoyed nursing a bottle of alcohol instead on some late nights, but he was trying to consume less for Bri’s sake. “Sorry about your sister. I thought she was going to be napping around now, but I guess it was my mistake assuming she would do anything I expect.”

Paige let out a snicker, “It’s fine, you know Ty loves her anyway.”

She leaned closer, trying to sneak a peek at his latest concoction, “I thought you wouldn’t be home. What is that?”

“I took the day off. It’s Rosh Hashanah, remember? This is chicken breast with leeks and potatoes. Your dad should be coming home soon from the park.” 

Paige felt her hand connecting hard with her face, “Oh God. Oh no. I can’t believe I forgot!”

A strength she always prided herself on was her ability to remember dates more so than everyone else in her family. The fact this one slipped by her was frustrating, to say the least--not to mention Rosh Hashanah was always her favorite Jewish holiday to celebrate. Perhaps Grace was making her more distracted than she first thought.

She turned towards Tyrone, “I’m sorry, I still can’t believe I forgot about this. I was hoping we’d be able to hang out tonight.”

“Well, I can’t see why he can’t stay for dinner.”

Her mouth agape, she turned on her heel to face Jared again, “Who are you and what have you done with my father?”

When he gave her a questioning look, she continued, “You’ve never let anyone stay over for Rosh Hashanah. It’s family time.”

Tyrone gasped, bouncing on the toes of his feet, “Does this mean… you consider me family?”

Paige grit her teeth and elbowed her friend, a fruitless attempt to calm him. One of the things that annoyed Jared the most was people who weren’t part of the family trying to insert themselves into their tight-knight dynamic. Sure, it seemed for a while Tyrone was the exception, but it was still thin ice to tread. A reason why was because someone else, someone older, tried doing the same some time back, and ended up uprooting all of their lives once it was revealed they were a no-good scam-artist. And, for irony’s sake, that person ended up being Grace’s current foster father.

Just for some context, Bri is Paige's little sister (So Evan and Jared have two daughters) and Grace is Paige and Tyrone's bully (mostly Paige's). And I was planning on having it be revealed to Paige the first time all of the events of the musical (Connor's death, The Connor Project, Evan's speech, etc.), which was never mentioned to her before because Evan and Jared were too embarrassed by it all. They kind of wanted to sweep it under the rug, which evidently wasn't the best way to handle the situation.

[ladykittenlena]

Next gen families

Yellow family

In this au, Patryk has a relationship with Brianna, a sergeant in the Red Army (and yes, I know that Brianna is a lesbian in tbatf canon, but below I will write why I made Patryk and Brianna a couple).

I think all of you have asked this question: Why did I make Patryk and Brianna a couple? The answer will surprise you. I know that Bri is already with Sarah, who will be discussed later, and she is a lesbian. I'm just a huge fan of Brianna and I really liked her. And when I created my next generation Eddsworld, it turned out the following: all the ships were heterosexual (sorry), and mostly boys I ship with background characters (Ell was my oc, but then i changed her to Annya, that army girl from christmas special 05 ), and everything else happened after tbatf, and I had to ship someone with Paul and Pat. If anything, Patryk was the first one I matched. My choice fell on Brianna. Why, don't ask. Because they had a lot of common shots, and I'm a born shipper, this is my gift. As a result, I even made a child with them. It was a girl. Penny, that's her name. I can't show her original art as it's mostly traces (I was so bad at the beginning, yes.) According to the story, her love interest was... Attention! Toby Larkson! Do you understand what I'm getting at? Yes, they were a couple. And now they are a couple, but a lot has changed.

Paul was more difficult. Because I couldn't find a match for him :( I even wanted to make him single! But then I remembered (at the beginning of a new era)in tbatf Brianna has a wife, Sarah. And you understand what I'm talking about? Yes! I also shipped them!

The words are taken from my old post, which I could hardly find, but I changed some details a little. Now you know more.

Penny is the daughter of Patryk and Brianna.

And to be honest when I was looking for who Patryk would be with, I didn't want it to be Jenny like @cursed-saphire-hart and don't ask me why.

But so, AU Patryk and Brianna became closer after Annya turned into a monster. Then after a while Brianna admitted that she was pregnant. And then Penny was born (her full name is Penelope, it's just that Patryk's sister was called that (don't ask about her, this is a sore subject).)

Penny has complete loyalty to Toby as the future Red Leader, heir to the Red Army. And I can 100% say she's in love with him. In their teens, they start dating.

Also, Penny HATES rivals. Very much.

Penny doesn't imagine Toby with anyone else (she hates bitchy blondes and many other girls she doesn't like), and no, she and Toby sometimes broke up and started new relationships, but always got back together.

She and Pansy are friends.

Opposite day Penny, like Pansy, has NEVER seen her father. Because Brianna and Sarah are single mothers, but Patrick himself left Brianna with the child.

Unlike her father, Penny is quite kind, and treats the red family well. She also has strong feelings for Toby.

The Ellsworld version of Penny is Percy (because that's the first name that came to my mind that day). He loves Tabby very much. Very much. And yes, he, like Penny, is jealous of her guys.

She also has a sister, but since I didn’t draw her for a long time, here she is.

Her name is Katya (I don't remember the exact characteristics, but she is calmer than her sister).

[24hour-blues]

all the ones you haven't answered yet? i'm sorry you're sad💙

thank you, that's very sweet. i hope you're doing alright 💛

1. when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? - more milk. i always end up putting too much.

2. do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? - yes

3. what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? - library receipts, post-its, junk mail, pencils

5. are you self-conscious of your smile? - i think it’s one of the few things i’m not self-conscious about, actually. i like my smile.

8. what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? - writing, often poetry but sometimes prose. i like creating playlists, too, and singing.

9. do you like singing/humming to yourself? - yeah, i sing to myself all the time. whatever song i have stuck in my head at the moment.

10. do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? - side, but very occasionally my stomach.

12. what’s your favorite planet? - jupiter

14. if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? - lots of pillows and blankets of all types. succulents and cacti on the windowsills. wooden utensils and dark cabinets in the kitchen. a breakfast bar with stools that don’t match. rugs with funky patterns. a big, soft couch in a bright color that you can sink into. a small balcony with fold-out chairs. rows of mugs and barely any plates. the bathroom crowded with makeup and skin products, writing on the mirror in blue marker. beds never made. a guitar in the corner of the sitting room.

15. go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! - there are more trees on earth than stars in the milky way

16. what’s your favorite pasta dish? - angel hair pasta with puttanesca sauce

18. tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - i can’t think of anything...

19. do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? - everything. sometimes it’s big things, sometimes small. my fears and what i’m in love with. regrets. shame. hope.

20. what’s your favorite eye color? - grey

21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. - idk if it’s really my favorite, but my current backpack took me all through college and it’s good for storing stuff or using as an overnight bag. it’s from timberland and is a nice earthy brown with a flap over the top. lots of pockets.

22. are you a morning person? - i can be

23. what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? - make breakfast and tea. read or watch a movie that makes me rethink everything

25. what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? - a school, i think?

26. what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? - i haven’t had them forever, but i wear my doc martens with everything. i used to wear plain white keds with everything.

27. what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? - winter green

28. sunrise or sunset? - sunrise

30. think of it: have you ever been truly scared? - yes

31. what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. - i like soft, fluffy socks and ones with fun patterns. i love hiking socks. i don’t wear them to sleep tho.

32. tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - i went to a waffle house at 5am with a friend and some friends of hers i’d just met on her birthday. we were all really drunk, the food took forever, and it tasted awful, but we were happy and laughing.

33. what’s your fave pastry? - probably a cinnamon roll

35. do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? - i like a good calligraphy pen and new notebooks. i don’t use them often; i feel like i don’t have anything important enough to write.

37. do you like keeping your room messy or clean? - it’s usually clean unless i’m not feeling well. sometimes i get disorganized.

38. tell us about your pet peeves! - overlapping conversations. people interrupting others. loud mouth noises, like chewing or licking. people criticizing my driving. nitpicky comments on my clothes or how i look. being talked about.

39. what color do you wear the most? - black, probably.

41. what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? - how it feels to float by helena fox

42. do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! - nope

43. who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - i’m not sure

44. when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? - i can’t remember

45. do you trust your instincts a lot? - not really

46. tell us the worst pun you can think of. - i can’t remember it but something about pigeons and being coo-l

47. what food do you think should be banned from the universe? - bacon. i just wanna make people angry.

48. what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - my dad told me a story once, about when i was a kid. he said that he and i were walking together near the lake in the neighborhood across from mine. i was holding his hand, and i said to him that this was the happiest time in my life because i wouldn't be the same when i grew out of being a child. i think i have the same fear now--that i'll never be that happy again.

49 do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

- i like records but i only have one. it's an album by ccr. i really like them

50. what’s an odd thing you collect?

- beer bottle caps

52. what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

- maybe those "girl..." text posts that just say stupid shit

53. have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

- watched them all but pulp fiction. i don't really remember heathers at all

55. what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

- lets not talk about that

57. go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

- not in the mood sorry

58. who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - bri is wine mom. quincy and i are vodka aunt.

60. do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

- yes but i rarely remember favorites. i read so much and feel it then forget all the words

61. what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

- someone gave me a rock once. i get too nervous to give stupid gifts

62. do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

- orange or cranberry

63. are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

- i'm more fussy about music than books, but i do like my books organized. i like them worn in and well-read tho, not in perfect shape.

64. what color is the sky where you are right now?

- a fuzzy, light blue-grey. it's snowing

65. is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

- a few

66. what would your ideal flower crown look like?

- lots of green leaves in all different shapes and sizes. tiny white and blue flowers.

67. how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

- isolated and insignificant. safe

68. what’s winter like where you live?

- cold, grey, snowy.

69. what are your favorite board games?

- idk if i really too many board games. maybe cranium. i like puzzles more

71. what’s your favorite kind of tea?

- honey vanilla chamomile

72. are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

- yea and even then i forget.

73. what are some of your worst habits?

- i give up too easily

74. describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

- excitable. emotional. so very smart. creative as all hell. self-conscious where they shouldn't be. never runs out of words in the best way. loves to share.

75. tell us about your pets!

- my dog shiver is turning into a little old man, but he still acts like a puppy. he likes attention and whines to communicate. he'll greet you at the door and put his front paws on your thighs to say hi. follows you all around the house. loves to cuddle.

- my pigeon spirit is young and vocal. she coos for attention. when i go to sleep, she grunts every time i move to ask where i am and if i'm okay. i take showers with her and sit on the tile; she puffs up right into my side and sticks her wings out for me to splash water on her. she likes to be close to me to get neck scritches and push her head into my neck and preen every bit of me she can.

76. is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

- a lot probably

77. pink or yellow lemonade?

- limeade

78. are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

- i dunno they're cute

80. what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

- it's white wallpaper with pink roses along the top and ribbons of pink and green striped vertically. my mom chose it before i was born.

81. describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

- they sort of remind me of dark water where everything is reflected back in it--not just the sky but the trees and people walking--and they make you want to look closer because you know there's something in there, it's not just a reflection, like flat glass. but it's hidden until you dio your hand in the pictures broken.

82. are/were you good in school?

- pretty good

83. what’s some of your favorite album art?

- i don't look at albums

85. do you read comics? what are your faves?

- not really, but watchmen is one of my favorites.

86. do you like concept albums? which ones?

- dunno

88. are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

- um. idrk. i like whatever monet was doing.

91. where do you plan on traveling this year?

- maybe michigan

92. are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

- i like cheese

93. what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

- i just kind of. let it do whatever.

94. who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

- my uncle

95. what are your plans for this weekend?

- honestly have no clue

96. do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

- put them off until windows tells me it's restarting the computer in five minutes

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

- mb

98. when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

- in college with jacob, although i wouldn't really call it joking. we just walked through a state park. it was beautiful.

100. if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

- idk. i feel like i'd make the same mistakes if i went back, but the future scares me.

[luffysmeat]

More artist [Name]-san to clean our souls! 💕 I hope you enjoy this! I'm sorry for the long wait! And I'm also sorry because I'm gonna make headcanons instead of scenarios! I hope you don't mind too much! (This one got a bit longer than expected! Sorry for the spam!)

Kidd

It's hard to be an artist.

You always have the need to draw certain people or certain objects because they are appealing to your eyes.

One of those certain people is none other than your captain: Eustass Kidd.

Kidd is fierce. You know that. Even as a lover he's rather the violent, possessive and dominant type.

People usually try to stay away from him, always scowling and looking as he's about to murder the neext person that looks at him.

But, even when you know that, to you... He's a masterpiece.

Your fingers always itch to make a painting or even just a quick drawing of him, from the very first moment you ever land an eye on him.

You can easily ask him, really, but knowing him, he'd say no and that would upset you quite a lot... So you don't risk it, even though...

"You're staring again." ... You always find yourself doing exactly that, staring at him and being exposed by Killer.

You can't really blame yourself. The mere existence of Kidd is enough to have you wanting make a painting of him, so now that he's working out right in front of you... It's really hard not to stare.

His muscles tensing and stretching with each of his movements as he beares his teeth a bit, growling softly, reaching his limit already. He's covered in a thin layer of sweat and, really, who the heck allowed him to work out shirtless?

"For God's sake, you are staring again."

You can't help but laugh, your cheeks burning bright red. "I'm sorry. I really, really want to draw him."

"Don't you have thousands of drawings?"

"I do, but they're just quick sketches, I want to make a painting... Do you think he'd be happy to know that?"

Killer hums, looking at his captain who's suddenly screaming to a poor guy that stepped too close to him while he was doing push-ups.

"No," he simply says and you bark out a laugh, flushing when Kidd looks up at you with narrowed eyes.

Maybe he's right...

However, later that day, when everyone settled down to their respective quarters and you sneaked into the captain's chambers claiming that you were cold, (not after he growled and scolded you while be opened the door for you and threw like three covers to the bed), you thought that it was the time to actually ask him!

So, as you watched him sitting in front of his desk, ("warm yourself up! I gotta finish this first!"), checking on some reports... You know that you really love your lover...

From his protective and fierce side to his always-angry-face, however, you loved him in this state even more: his features relaxed as he reads down on some documents, his hair down and his head free of those goggles of his. He's even wearing a simple long sleeved shirt that wraps around his muscles, his reading glasses sitting gracefully on the bridge of his nose.

He looks ethereal and you immediately reach down for your drawing materials, (which you keep in the last drawer of his bedside table), and place yourself in bed.

"Captain?"

"Hmm?" His hum sounds more like a growl and you laugh.

"Captain, can I make a painting of you?"

He looks up at you, his eyes squinting, "what?"

"I'm sure you heard me."

"I heard you," he snaps back. "But I'm asking why are you such an idiot." You laugh at his words.

"Don't be scared, captain. You'll look even better in my painting."

"Scared?! Who is scared? And even better, is that even possible?" You roll your eyes. "Do whatever you want. I don't care and stop talking, I'm busy right now."

"Is that a yes?"

"[Name]..."

"Thank you captain!" You giggle, quickly pulling out everything, from pencils to brushes and acrylics; placing everything on the bed as carefully as you can. "I know," you say, hearing him open his mouth to speak. "You'll snap my neck if I mess up with your precious bed."

He growls again, but he refrains from saying anything else, coming back to his report.

You don't say anything else, either, as you place the sketchbook into your lap and as soon as you find a clean sheet, you start to trace his form with a light pencil, sketching him easily, thanks to all the practice. Your eyes do not linger on his body, you know by memory each curve, dip and sharp bone on his body.

So it doesn't take long before you start with the actual painting, brushing on your canvas quickly and not noticing that Kidd was looking at you with the softest of looks he can even master.

He makes sure to quickly look down at his paperwork when you look up at him, frowning and pursing his lips a bit.

After a few minutes, he's too engrossed in his work and you are aswell, so when the clock marks 2 am and his back already feels stiff and his eyeslids heavy, he's ready to call it a day and wrap up his work to finally lay down in bed... But he sees you there...

"Oi, I want to sleep already, how much time is gonna-

"I'm done!" You say excitedly, there are actual tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You really did it! You really made a painting of Eustass Kidd! What a nice moment to be al-

"Let me see it."

"E-Eh?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Let me see it, you said I'd look better in your painting that in real life, so let me see how good I look."

Now maybe you have a big mouth, it's true that the painting was good... But Kidd couldn't get any more good-looking... Is not natural... You show him, regardless and he's speechless.

"It's..." He says, getting up from his chair and walking towards you, snatching the painting out of your hands. He studies it carefully, his eyes are wide and his mouth slightly open. "It's..." He looks at you and bites down his tongue, you are looking at him with such a gleam in your eyes! Stop! "It's... Not bad."

"Aah! Really? Do you like it? You can't keep it!"

"Like it? I've seen better! I'm sure you can improve! Unbelievable! You were bragging all around and..." He slowly shuts his mouth as he actually looks for a place to put the drawing. It end ups in a drawer on his desk... A drawer that he very much use it all the time.

That's more than you can ask from Kidd. "I'm glad you liked it, captain."

"... Move, let's sleep now. I'll kill you if you still the blankets."

Killer

He loves looking at you while you are drawing.

He has told you plenty of times that he loves how lovely you look and how adorable are certain things that you unconsciously do when you are too focused.

He has also asked you plenty of times if he can see your art and you answer is always the same:

"O-oh, it's not that great!"

With that little stuttering and all, but he knows you are is great because you do sometimes share a drawing of painting to him.

But you really don't want to show him the rest of your art because... He's in most of it!

He's there eating, training, fighting, even just breathing! You are just too embarrassed to actually show him that!

What if he thinks you are stalking him? ... Even though he's your lover is still very embarrassing.

The less he knows, the better... However, one night when you got quite a few drinks on you and he was taking you back to your room, you just couldn't keep your mouth shut.

"I love you," you say over and over again as he walked you to the room and placed you in bed.

"I love you too."

"And you are very hot." That caught him a bit off guard as he tried to pull your hair in a bun. "That's why I can't stop drawing you."

"... What?"

You giggle like a maniac. "That's the reason I don't let you look at my drawings! They're all you! Every single one."

He's blushing juuust a bit as he puts his mask off. "Every single one?"

"Mhmm," you nod. "Every single one... I actually want to make a painting of you!"

"... Do it."

"Really?" He nods and you smile widely. "Then I will... But right now I'm sleepy, so goodnight, I love you see you..."

You fell asleep in seconds, losing a small smile on Killer's lips and a kiss on your forehead.

But that's okay because you are way too embarrassed the next morning.

You actually just exposed yourself while drunk, huh? Great! Just great, now he will think that You-

And then you remember, he actually said you could make a painting of him!

You look at your side, Killer is still asleep, so you silently gather all your art stuff and get to work immediately.

You don't feel time passing until Killer started to wake up, groaning softly like he always does and making you giggle.

He looks at you right away, surprised to see you up, sitting on the bed. "Morning. Why are you awake? How are you feeling?"

You smile at him. "Good morning. I'm good, thank you for taking care of me. And I was... Just finishing your painting."

He wakes up fully right away and sits up, looking at you with slightly wide eyes. You giggle, placing a hand on his cheek. "You are so beautiful. Thank you for letting me do this."

He leans in your touch and nods as you lend him the still fresh painting. He widens his eyes slightly.

"This is..."

"You looked so paceful, I couldn't resist painting you like this. I... Wanted a painting of you without your mask, though, I'm sorry."

He looks at the painting for minutes before he finally puts it down and and holds you between his arms.

"Thank you. I love it. I'll keep it forever."

You smile widely, embracing him back. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Oh, let me clean this up, I'm gonna ruin the sheets aga- oh, nevermind."

He laughs and you feel in heaven.

Baby 5

"Are you drawing again, [Name]?"

You jump out of your skin, quickly closing the sketch book in front of you.

"B-Baby 5-san, you scared me."

Baby 5 squeaks and apologizes like crazy, nearly crying in the spot.

"A-ah! It's fine! It's fine! It's not your fault!" You chuckle, holding her hands between yours. "I am not angry," you say smiling at her.

She lets out a long sigh, holding your hands back. "W-what are you drawing so focused?" She asks shyly, widening her eyes when your cheeks turn bright red. "Oh?"

"It's- it's nothing bad! It's just... It's just..." You let go of her hands to cover your face. "I really want to draw Baby 5-san... But I'm not sure if-

"You- y-y-y-y-you want to draw me?" She grabs your shoulders, shaking you a bit.

"Y-Yeah, Baby 5-san is really beautiful and I want to make a painting... For you..."

Baby 5 looks at you for like one second before she actually starts crying, hugging you tightly. "B-Baby 5-san, don't cry please! Did I upset you?" You hug her back, but she grabs you by the shoulder again, shaking you until you feel dizzy.

"Y-You didn't upset me! I'm happy! Stop being so stupid! But you are not stupid! I'm sorry for saying that!" You hold her back, trying to stop her shaking you as you giggle.

"Then, is that a yes? Can I make a painting of you?"

"Yes, you can! Dammit!"

You really don't ask her to make any pose for you, you only need to see her around and about to catch all of figure.

She gets a bit nervous, though, because you are following her around and also get a bit worried because she sees you holding all of your stuff everywhere you go.

She cries a bit when you accidentally let one of your acrylics fall, messing up the floor.

"I've finished," you say that night when both of you are back into your quarters. "It's still a bit fresh, so please be careful with your fingers- Oh," you whisper, hiding the painting behind your back. "D-Do you want to look at it?"

"What? Yes, of course I want to!"

You smile shyly at her, and slowly show your painting.

She cries and you laugh a bit.

"Now now, you've been crying a lot today. Is it that bad, Baby 5-san?"

She hits your arm, making you laugh. "Don't be silly! I love it! It's... It's so pretty! No one has... Has ever made something like this for me. I- I-

You hug her tightly, kissing her cheek. "You are my beautiful girlfriend, of course I would make something just as beautiful as you. I love you."

She sobs and leans in to kiss you. You hum, holding her face between your hands as you kiss her back.

Lola

"Lo-Lola-san!" You giggle, trapped between her arms as she covers your face with kisses. "S-stop!" Your cheeks are bright red, Lola only squeezing you tighter in her embrace.

"What do you mean stop?" She asks, actually stopping to look at you. "You expect me to just sit there and say 'okay' when you ask me to make a painting of me?! Impossible!"

"I-If you are kissing me like this, I will not be able to actually do the painting!" She hums, kissing you one more time before she lets go of you.

"After you are finished with the painting, please marry me, [Name]," she says seriously, holding your hand between hers.

You giggle shyly. "I already said that I will marry you, now let me get my stuff ready, okay?"

Lola is usually very composed, but, as soon as you asked her if you could make a painting of her, she nearly cried, screaming and throwing hearts and flowers everywhere and even using that funny voice of hers when she feels too "enamored".

"How should I pose for you, [Name]?"

"I heard you saying that you have to take care of some paperwork, you can do that while I work on your painting!"

You laugh nearly all your painting session.

Everytime you look up at Lola, she's in a different pose, each pose more dramatic than the last.

She even asks you to stop laughing because "you're gonna ruin my painting, [Name]!"

"I will not ruin it if you stop doing such poses!"

She eventually stopped, not because she wanted to, but because she got a bit occupied with her paperwork.

Now that your laughter died on, you worked faster and in a couple of hours, you were sighing and stretching your arms up.

"Lola-san, I've finished!"

She literally jumps out of her seat and runs to you in a blink of an eye.

She gasps as she looks at the painting. She's not sitting just sitting formally in front of her desk, she is actually in one of her silly poses, showing her big smile and the warm eyes he looks at you with, her cheeks flushed slightly and it's just-

"[Name], it's beautiful!"

"That's because you are beautiful, Lola-san!" She looks at you with teary eyes. "You are the one in the painting, so of course it is beautiful, just like you!"

She lets out a cry and wraps you in another tight hug, even lifting you a bit.

"Thank you, [Name]! I love you so much!" She cries as she gives you another round of endless kisses.

"I love you too, Lola-san!" You answer giggling and hugging her just as tight.

[shawnpetermuffins]

Pictured with You (Epilouge)

A/n: we have come to an end to this story of mine. Thank you for sticking around for so long.

Summary: It's been a year, and you're looking for something to do on this week long vacation.

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1.9k

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One year later

We wanted a week away from the craziness. Just one week for ourselves and our friends to hang out and not care about having to work - me on the finishing touches of the new album, which I'm actually stressing about right now because y/n still knows next to nothing about it. And that's stupid of me because literally every song is about her and if she tells me she doesn't want that then I'm screwed because I have nothing else to give the label.

She's kicking her feet softly from the edge of the pool, looking nothing less than breathtaking as the blinding sun hits her body just right. I swim away from my friends and to my rightful spot between her legs. Y/n looks down at me when I press a gentle kiss to the tops of her thighs. "Whatcha thinking about, love?"

She hums, running a lazy finger down the column of my neck. "Nothing. Just like watching you have fun, is all."

"It'd be more fun if you got in with me."

"I think you have attachment issues, Mendes."

"Yeah?" I bite playfully at her knee and she laughs, trying to push my head away. "Might have a point there… but I'm not gonna fix that."

"Gonna cling to me more?" She teases as my hands snake around her body, resting softly on the curve of her butt.

"Mmm…" I mumble against her neck. "Never gonna stop clinging to you. Gonna hold you like this forever and ever."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Get in with me," I beg, jutting out my bottom lip as her hands lace through my wet curls. "I'll carry you." That gets her attention.

"Okay," she nods. "Well get me in, rockstar." I smile up at her and swiftly, but carefully bring her down into the pool with me. She shudders at the feel of the cool water against her warm skin. "Fucking hell, it's cold!" Her teeth chatter as she rests her head on my shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around my neck to steal my body heat. We stay like for minute, allowing her to get used to the unfamiliar temperature. "We're good," she mumbles and I slowly move us over to our friends who are goofing around, splashing each other.

"Oh good, she came to join us!" Brian exclaims. Before I know it, y/n is tugged from my arms and being spun around until she's finally thrown into the pool, completely submerged in the chlorine filled water. "There," Brian says triumphantly, with a laugh. "Now you're on our level."

She pushes her baby hairs out of her face with a shake of her head and an exaggerated eye roll, "so thoughtful, Bri. Thanks for that." She splash him once before taking my outstretched hand.

"Sorry, honey," I mumble into her hair, pressing her back to my front. "He caught me off guard."

"S'okay." Her head rests against my chest as we watch them make fools of themselves, not a care in the world. I whisper the words of the song playing into her ear and she falls deeper into me, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist.

"Y/n/n?" I say after a while of comfortable silence drifting between us.

"Shawny," she scrunches up her nose, hating the cutesy nickname, but she can't help that it comes out when she's a little tipsy. I love it though, and kiss the tip of her nose.

"Move in with me," I request, my head buried in her neck.

"What?" She giggles, turning in my arms.

"Move in with me," I say again.

"Where's this coming from?" She wraps her arms around my neck once again.

I shrug, "I mean, you've been going over there a lot more often recently. And… I have a drawer full of your clothes already."

She hums, "well I think I'd need more than just a drawer if we decided to do this."

"I'll get you your own damn closet if you want."

"You'd have to move houses if you did that."

"Then let's look for one. We can find one with a closet just for you, and we can make you your own dark room."

"Whoa there, big spender. That's a big commitment. You sure you can handle all that?"

I nod, "Yes. Hell, I'm ready to marry you right now if you say yes."

She looks up at me with a smirk. "you asking me something, Mendes?"

"Depends on what your answer is," I counter. "What do you say, honey? Will you marry me?"

"I think… my answer is… yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes," she nods, a big smile on her face.

I laugh, pressing my forehead against hers before kissing her deeply. "Oh god, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Let's do it tonight," I plead, my eyes closed.

"Tonight?"

"Yeah. Let's fly out to Vegas and just get married."

"You really want to? I don't even have a dress."

"We'll get you something there. Come on, y/n. Say yes?"

"You," she pokes my chest with her pointer finger, "are completely insane."

I shake my head, "is that your way of saying you'll do it?"

"Well duh," she rolls her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing that we were gonna do this.

"Yo, what is with you two? Do you ever let go of each other?" Connor asks, splashing us.

I hold y/n's head against my chest before I ask. "You guys down for a quick road trip?"

"Where?" Brian asks, shaking out his wet hair.

"Vegas," I say with a cheeky grin.

"What's that look? What are you planning?" Connor questions.

"Y'all feel like being witnesses to a wedding?" Y/n asks, sparing only the smallest of glances to our friends. They're in complete shock. But it only takes a second before they're jumping on top of us, screaming out congratulations.

"Shit, let's go! We hit the road now, we can be there just after sunset." Brian is already pulling himself out of the water.

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"Nervous?" Brian claps my shoulder while I fix the collar of my shirt.

I chuckle, "dude, my heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. I've never been more nervous in my entire life."

"Well what's that thing you always say? Nerves mean you care?"

"Yeah," I nod. "But, god, man. I'm getting married. Did you ever think that was gonna happen? Like this, no less?"

"Hey," he holds the sides of my face and slaps my cheeks. "Don't stress about it. The love of your life is just on the other side of that door. You're just minutes away from your forever. This is going to be the best day of your life."

I swallow the lump forming in my throat, "Yeah. You're right. It's y/n." I can't help but laugh. Because I say it like I'm not still a nervous wreck every time she looks at me. Like my heart doesn't skip a beat every time she smiles. Like I don't forget what I'm about to say because I get lost in those piercing -

The door opens and Connor starts walking down the aisle, arm linked with y/n's, and I swear my breath catches in my throat. She looks beautiful in the white blouse we just got her, and the high waisted, ripped jeans that she insisted on wearing because a skirt was just not her. And I agreed, but to be fair she could tell me she wanted to wear a paper bag and I would have went along with it because I just want her. It's not until she's in front of me, wiping at my cheek that I realize I've been crying watching her walk toward me.

"Hey, come on, bub. Marrying me can't be that bad," she jokes.

I laugh, wiping roughly at my face, "Jesus, no. You're just so beautiful."

She flips her hair playfully, "Well then what are you waiting for, Mendes? You gonna marry me or not?"

Mendes. She's about to be a Mendes, and I can't wait.

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I wake up the next morning, sheets thrown haphazardly over me and the beautiful girl in my arms. I watch her figure for a few minutes, once I've adjusted to the bright light the sun brings into the room. Her hair is all over the place, but still framing her face perfectly as her eyes moved rapidly behind her eyelids. Her naked chest is just barely covered by the white bedsheets, one arm thrown over her stomach. And then my eyes land on that dainty ring she fell in love with the second I slipped it on her finger last night and it hits me that I'm laying in bed next to my wife. And I let myself think about how I get to wake up next to her forever. It's the most perfect moment.

Until my phone rings beside me and suddenly it isn't anymore.

"Hey, Andrew," I whisper as I answer his FaceTime call.

"WHAT IS THIS I'M SEEING ABOUT YOU GETTING MARRIED?!" Andrew's loud voice booms through my phone and I flinch because y/n stirs beside me.

"Shh…" I point my phone to my girl who is still sleeping, thankfully.

"You got married. Don't you think that's something you should tell your manager so that he's not blindsided early the next morning by all of these pap photos and articles and hundreds of texts and emails asking if it's true?"

"Well I am sorry I didn't tell you."

"So you did? Shawn, what were you thinking? This is everywhere right now."

"I was thinking that I have the most perfect woman by my side and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with her and that I wanted the rest of my life to start right then and there. That's what I was thinking. I'm sorry I didn't tell you and I'm sorry that it's online. But I'm not sorry it happened. I have everything I've ever wanted right here next to me." I look over to see y/n looking up at me with a sleepy smile.

"Shawn," my manager tries to grab my attention, but I can't seem to focus on anything other than the smiling woman next to me.

"If you'll excuse me. My wife just woke up and I would like to give her a proper good morning." I shut my phone off and reach over to brush a strand of hair from my girl's face. "Hey there, beautiful." I say quietly and lean down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

She hums, "good morning, handsome."

"Sleep well? You were… very tired last night," I say with a smirk and she moves to slap me, but I'm quick to catch her wrist.

"Nuh-uh, Mrs. Mendes." She giggles into my chest. "What? What's so funny?"

"Nothing," she shook her head, her hands on either side of my face. "It's just the first time I've heard it like that. I like it."

"Me too."

"So Andrew's mad."

I shrug. "He'll get over it. Now come cuddle," I lay on my beck and open my arms for her. It doesn't take long for her to shrink into my side, head on my chest.

"You still want to be married to me?" She murmurs, half asleep once again.

I press my lips to the crown of her head, "for the rest of my life, baby."

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Somebody To Love (Part 17- Rock You)

(Ben!RogerTaylor)

Word count: 1,858

Warnings: None

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The next morning I get up very early to take Felix over to my parents for the day. I wanted to talk to Roger about everything before they all head to the studio. I take a deep breath opening the front door to our house and Roger rushes over to me. "Alice..." I put my finger up, "I don't want to talk about it Rog. I'm still upset but I'm going to give you another chance. Because I love you to death Roger Taylor." I cry and he pulls me into his chest, "And I love you to death too, Alice Taylor. I swear on our son it's never going to happen again." He kisses me passionately.

We all started to get tired of Fred showing up late so we just sat around and talked to each other. "I want a new boat." Roger random says as I look through a magazine. "If we get a new one, I get to pick it this time. Like this one is for me. This is for me." I say flipping through the pages. "Wait, What about that one?" He points at one "It's a good size." He says.

"Everyone up on the drum risers!" Brian speaks up calling us over. "Up on the drum risers." He repeats himself and Chrissie gets up, "Come on." She says walking over to him. "Wives and everyone, Brian?" Deaky asks and Veronica asks me. "Yes! Come on, John. Everyone." He says again and I stand up, "Let's go." I wave for Roger to get up and I go stand next to Chrissie while the rest walk slower. "Bass?" Deaky asks and Brian kicks his butt, "No, don't need it. Come on, Rog. Take your time." Brian gently pushes Roger making me and Chrissie laugh.

"Alright, What's this about?" Roger asks standing next to me. Brian tells us that he ants the crowns to be a part of something so he has an idea. "Stomp to this beat." He tells us and we all look at each other. " Genius." Deaky says making us smile. "Come on." Brian tells us and we do as he says, "Good. Now I want you to clap in the third beat." Brian continues and we do so. "Don't speed up!" Roger tells us making us all laugh as we continue. "Ah, you kept time, Rog. Good." Brian says making Roger smile.

"What's going on?" Fred asks and we all stop. "You'd know if you were on time." Roger tells him. "I'm a performer, darling, not a Swiss train conductor." Fred answer his and I see Roger let out a breath. I grab onto his arm rubbing it. "Sorry I'm late." Freddie tells Bri, "Again." I say making him look at me. "All right. Now would you please tell me why you're not playing any instruments?" He turns back to Brian. Brian explains what he wants the crowd to do showing Fred and we join in again.

We end up recording the song adding in more people so it would sound good then the boys played their instruments while us girls watched. "Are you going to stay home this up coming tour?" Veronica asked me. "I don't think so. I'm just going to take Felix on this tour. I'm scared if something happens again with Roger." I say and Chrissie nods her head. "I feel like it's better if you go, so you can make sure Roger doesn't mess up again." She squeezes my hand and Veronica catches on since I didn't tell her what happened.

"Ready to go pick up the baby?" Roger walks up behind me rubbing my shoulders. "Yeah, see you ladies soon. Bye guys!" I wave to the boys as me and Roger leave. "So I was talking with the girls about the up and coming tour. I think it would be good if me and Felix come too. You know." I say hoping he won't get mad at me for seeming like I don't trust him. "That would be a great idea. Then I won't miss you and the baby on tour. Both of you would be with me 24/7." He smiles at me as we drive to my parents.

~

I was actually really worried about going on tour with Felix. He was only a month old when it started. Paul was beyond pisses that I was coming especially with the baby while the others were excited to have me back on tour again. I went to every concert and took Felix with me, but I bought special headphones to put over his little ears during the shows. Literally the first show of the tour Roger took Felix out of my arms and ran on stage to show him off. Which he made a tradition for every city we went too for the entire U.S dates.

Tonight they were playing Madison Square Garden and of course Roger took Felix out to show the crowd how big he was at four months now. Jim brought me my chair to sit in on off the side of the stage so I could watch the concert. As they perform We Will Rock You, I stomped my foot bouncing Felix and clapping his hands to the song. "Look, see daddy." I point at Roger's and kiss his head. "Ahdab." Felix says in his baby talk and I turn him around to face. "Yes, that's ahadb." I baby talk him back and see Mary walk towards me. "Mary!" I hold Felix close to my chest jumping up to go hug her.

"He's getting so big." She takes him out of my arms as we both make our way to the back. "I know, he's getting to be a big boy." I smile as she bounces him. "Hello, you must be Alice. I'm David, Mary's boyfriend." David introduces himself and I shake his hand. "Hello, I've heard a lot about you, so it's finally nice to meet you." I say and he smiles at Mary. "You talk about me?" He kisses her making me squeal, "You two are perfect for each other!" I make them both laugh as Mary passes Felix back to me.

"Well I'm very glad you approve of me. May I?" He looks at Felix. "Oh of course, he loves meeting new people. Especially since his father loves to show him off every bloody night." He carfully takes Felix as I pass him to him. "Plus I'm the one who force Mary to go out and have fun with you. So you have me to thank." I smile at him linking my arm with Mary. "Well thank you because Mary is a wonderful beautiful woman." He smiles at the two of us as we all walk over to the bar to drink and talk.

I knew the boys would be coming back here soon since the show just ended and David was still holding the baby. "Boo!" Roger tries scaring me but it didn't since I was expecting him. "You did lovely tonight, like every night." I kiss him and Mary smiles at him, "Hello Roger." Roger gives her a small hug, "It nice to see you again Mary, and you are?" He asks looking at David holding his child. "Mary's boyfriend, David. Alice, let me hold the little guy for awhile." He smile bouncing the baby. Felix starts to baby talk and moves his arms around towards Roger. "Look like he wants his daddy now." David laughs giving Roger Felix.

"Did you watch daddy tonight? Was daddy good?" Roger says in a baby voice making Felix giggle. "I take that as a yes." He kiss the top of his little head as Deaky and Brian say hi to Mary. "See you around." I hug Mary and David. "Bye Alice, Roger, and little Felix." Mary smiles as we walk over to a group of people to talk. While a few girls were talking to Roger and Deaky, I watched Paul and John talk in the distance. What are they being secretive about?

"Love, What are you looking at?" Roger asks still holding Felix while he drank and talked. "Paul slipped a paper to John and when Jim walked up they acted differently." I say still watching them. "It's probably nothing darling." He kisses the top of my head and I look at him. "I'll be right back." I kiss his cheek and leave him to go talk to John.

"Alice darling, how may I help you?" He asks turning to face me. "What did Paul just give you? Don't you lie to me because I've got a lot of anger in me having to take care of a baby and making sure Roger doesn't cheat again." I cross my arms raising an eyebrow. "Since we get a long very well... I tell you... Paul said Fred have been getting deals about a solo deal, so he wants me to propose it to him later." He says pulling me closer so no one hears us. "Why would you think that's what's good? Queen is doing so well right now. Plus if it's Paul's idea, why is he making you do it? John, it doesn't seem right... I don't trust Paul." I say taking a step closer to him so Paul doesn't hear me.

"Alice, I'll just say it then tell him to think about later when Queen is done." He smiles walking away from me and I shake my head. You're going to mess up... "What were you two talking about?" Paul steps in front of me. "Nothing important, just things about tonight's show and what's next." I lie and he smiles at me, "I don't think that will was necessary.” He winks before leaving me alone. I walk back over to Roger and take Felix out of his arms before leaving to room. "Felix, Mommy is a little pissed off right now so please don't be too much trouble tonight." I kiss is forehead as I make my way to the cars to head to the hotel.

When I get back to the hotel I put Felix to sleep and he wasn't any trouble like I was hoping for. I start to pack my suitcase to be ready to leave in a few hours. While I start to shove thing aggressively inside, the door opens and Roger walks in. "What happed? After you took Felix and left room, I went to go follow you but the diver said you already left. Did I do something?" He asks confused and worried. "You didn't do anything Rog, I was just ready to leave." I says still shoving this harder into the suitcase. "Something is wrong." He sits next to me in the floor.

"It's just Paul again... I think he's up to something, Rog. He's a bloody sneaky little fucker. I don't like him or trust him." I look at Roger annoyed with everything. "I hate him too but you're just stressed out with everything. You're taking care of our son while on your working." He kisses me and I rest my head on his shoulder. "I don't know, Rog."

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Heeeey! Would you please write (a smutty story or headcanons, whatever you prefer) the reader's first time with 70s Brian where she akwardly admits she's still a virgin (even though she's at university)? Thank you in advance! (P.S. I just discovered your blog and I'm in love with your writing 💖💖💖💖💖💖)

I think I did something a little like this here. Anyway, I want to do this one too! I went nuts with the length (can you tell I’m thirsty for 70′s Brian???)

It’s  4137 words so...yeah a long one-shot for the soul! I hope you enjoy it, (I did not proof read, so it could be shit, I apologise if it is the case!)

You and Brian have been dating for quite some time; you met thanks to one of your professors, he had asked for a project to be done in teams, seeing as you and Brian were at the top of the class your professor decided you would be paired together to leave your classmates to fend for themselves. Although you didn’t know Brian that well, you had seen him around campus a lot and he was in almost all your lectures too. When you met at his place and you noticed his guitar you asked about it and conversation came easy between you. Brian was sweet and clear, he could come across as a bit shy but in reality, he was just very formal. You liked that. And he liked that you were so curious and eager to know more about anything that caught your attention. He found out you were taking guitar lessons a few months after you started going out, he thought it was cute from you to try to understand how he did the things he did. At the same time, Brian admired your dedication to your studies and family business. Your father had a large store in downtown, your family has a lot of money and you are aware you are lucky for it, but it is exactly for this reason that you have little experience in life.

When you met Brian you had never been to a concert, perhaps the ballet but it had always been with your parents. So upon hearing this, Brian had to take you out and show you the life you were missing out on. He took you to a deep purple concert - not without showing you as many records as he could. And after the concert, he took you home and made sure you got there safely.

While the band started to take off he worried you wouldn’t know what to do at the bars whenever you went to see them play, and you didn’t miss a show. You would stick to the bar and wait for the boys to come to you, which they always did at the end of the show. Usually, Roger would get there first with a girl or two in his arms somehow.

This night is different, you have been together for almost eight months and you have started to get more and more comfortable with each other. Intimacy is starting to escalate, for a few weeks now Brian will wrap his arms around you and crash his lips onto yours. You’ve found yourself kissing him back and pulling him closer too. It has also been evident to the rest of the band, with Roger even questioning his bandmate when the last time you two slept together was.  

As you wait by the bar, you see the blonde drummer come into view with a tall girl by his arm already. You smile up at him and he leans into you to kiss your cheek. 

“Night, Y/N. Liked the show?” He wonders. 

You nod and turn around to follow him as you comment on the newest song they debuted tonight. 

“How do you do that thing with your voice? It’s so high!” You shake your head in amazement. 

Roger smiles and shrugs, the girl with him giggles at this. 

“Swing by rehearsals, I could teach you.” He offers. 

You are about to reply to your friend when a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you jump, scared of this closeness to a stranger. 

“It’s me, it’s me!” You hear Brian chuckle behind you and bring a hand to your chest and the other to cover your mouth. “Sorry!” 

“Roger you should’ve warned me!” You yell at him. 

“No fun in it that way.”

Brian turns his head on your shoulder and kisses your neck, sending a shiver up your spine. You reach down and touch his arms before settling and leaning back onto him. 

He raises his long arm and calls for a beer, once he gets it you pay for it instead. 

“My treat!” You shush him when he refuses to let you pay for him. “A reward for an amazing show.” You explain. 

There is a cough not far to your right, where Roger sits with the skinny girl on his lap. 

“I’m buying a round for the band!” You announce and hand the barman the money. 

You don’t do this often, in fact, you only buy them drinks after difficult times, when the band hasn’t had a gig in a while. You see it as a way of lifting their spirits. 

For the rest of the night, you chat with the band as you find a table to sit at. Brian pulls you closer and wraps his arm around your shoulders, his hand falls free on your shoulder and you lean back onto his chest to look up at him from time to time. For a few weeks now you have been considering sleeping with him, it was a big deal though; it would be your first time. So you did not take it lightly, you wanted to be sure of it. So thinking that tonight might be the night, you had worn a pretty dress, it was slightly see-through but you it felt nice on your body. Your hair was pulled up in a half ponytail and your makeup remained as natural as ever. 

You and Brian are the first to leave, you are not planning on going back to your place because of course your roommate would be there, Brian’s place seemed more appealing for this matter. You wonder if it was a good idea, but looking at the clock and at Brian’s band and flatmates it is clear that you will at least have a few hours to yourselves.  

As the two of you walk out of the bar and into the chilly streets, you pull on Brian’s hand and make him stop halfway to his car. 

“Hey, Bri?” You wait until he turns around to see you. 

Standing on your tiptoes you bring your hands to his chest, skin visible from the open shirt he is wearing, and give his lips a tender kiss as you pull his coat closed over his body.

“Can we go back to yours tonight?” You say, and Brian places his hands on your hips nodding. 

“If that’s what you want…” you nod this time.

It comes as a surprise to him, he does not want to get his hopes up; maybe you just want to literally sleep with him tonight, as you have done on multiple occasions already; although most of the previous times it had been due to long study session or because you two where to drowsy to attempt going home/taking you home.

And he is not gonna lie; he has been meaning to take you home and have you in his bed…it just does not seem like something you want at the moment. Your boyfriend is quite the observer, he notices your blush anytime he slides his hands under your skirt when you make out, the way you try to hide your surprise from him anytime you feel his erection on your thigh when you half straddle him… you have never gone all the way with him, and Brian has started to wonder if that might be because you have never slept with a man before.

Brian is not proud to admit he has recently touched himself thinking of you, and thinking of being the first man to have you makes him go wild. So of course, if you wanna go back to his place he will take you, and he will do to you as much as you allow him to, as much as you want him to do to you.

The ride there is quiet, as usual, you listen to the radio and make comments about the show, sometimes Brian tells you about something you did not catch from between the crowd. 

You get to the small apartment in a matter of minutes due to the light night traffic. 

When you get inside Brian takes your coat and drops it on the couch along with his. Turning around he shrugs as if he is wondering “what now?”. To answer you cup his face and kiss his lips slowly. It starts as something sweet and innocent, you feel his lips curl up into a smile against yours and wrap your arms around his neck, playing with some strands of his curly hair.

It takes him a moment to understand what’s going on but as he does, he pulls your body closer, squeezing your butt against him, and his lips move against yours a little harder, taking the lead to coax you into allowing him to show you the way. You moan into his lips and feel his tongue slip inside your mouth. 

Brian pushes you into the wall, sliding his hands down your ass he pulls you up so you sit on a small table where he usually leaves his keys when he comes in. You whine but let him set you up there feeling a warmth growing between your legs; something you really have only felt with Brian. You feel hot and a bit aware of how your dress is riding up your thigh you let your hands slide down Brian’s front and pull your legs apart, opening up just enough space for him to stand between your knees when you pull at his waistband. Brian loses no time, dropping his hands on your S/C knees to let them drag up your thigh and up to your hips when he was close enough to push his nose against yours, teasing your lips but not quite touching them.

You pull his shirt out of his pants and slip your hands under the fabric to touch his stomach, his hot breath falls on your neck and you throw your head back to allow for him to kiss your delicate skin. Smiling you feel his hard-on pressed on your thigh and blush at the unfamiliar soreness in your insides as if you crave for him.

As if instinctively, you roll your hips against his, getting some sweet friction but just a little. Brian has never gone this with you so his judgment is clouded as to what to do, how to proceed…he needs affirmation that you want to go on. So he brings his eyes to level with yours and whispers to you.

“Y/N, love…” His thumb rubs circles on your hip, “do you want to…continue with this?”

Your eyes stare at his for a second before you look away in embarrassment. You nod, and as Brian is leaning in to kiss you, you speak up.

“But you have to know something…” you grow nervous. “I’m, I… I know it’s ridiculous coming from someone my age, but…I am a virgin, Bri.”

Brian’s brows rise up, although it is not something he is completely surprised to hear about.

“And you want to change that tonight?” Brian asks openly, “do you want to have sex?”

You feel like a child, giggling at the clarity of his words, but yeah, you do! With him! And you tell him so.

“Yes.” You decide to be as clear as he is being, “I want to lose my virginity to you.”

Your wording makes Brian’s heart flutter with pride and excitement. He knows this must mean a lot to you, otherwise, you wouldn’t have waited so long to do it. The way you have put it also makes Brian realise you don’t just want to do it and get it over with, but you want to do it with him.

He pulls your chin up and kisses your lips, this time he tries to remain calm and not push you harder into the kiss.

“In that case, we should probably go to my room,” Brian whispers.

You shiver and nod, biting your lip as he pulls away from you and offers you his hand to hold when you jump off the table. Your boyfriend leads you through the hall and into his room next to Freddie’s and across from Roger’s. The two of you walk in together and Brian closes the door behind you. 

You look around his familiar room, a spotless space filled with books and scientific magazines. A pile of schoolwork still lays on his desk. Absentmindedly you reach to the side of your dress and pull the zipper down. Brian watches you and slides his hands under your arms to pull the dress off of your body. He kisses your exposed skin, starting with your shoulder and then your shoulder blade working his way down your back as your dress falls flat on the ground. You close your eyes and feel Brian’s hands on your waist before he looks for the clasp of your bra and unhooks the little metallic pieces. You hold your bra in place with a bright red face while he pushes the straps off your shoulders.

“Let me see you, love,” Brian whispers into your ear and caresses your arms you help you relax and drop them by your sides.

As you do so, you turn around to face your boyfriend. He stares into your eyes for a moment, grabbing your face with tenderness, and then lets his gaze fall down on your almost naked body. His hand goes to your breast and cups it with a delicate touch, squeezing it gently. You are almost ashamed to admit that it feels great, but you wonder now how it would feel to touch his naked chest. Without a second to spare you reach out and start undoing the buttons on his shirt till it falls open and you can push it off of Brian’s skinny body. He smiles at you and watches as you touch him, both of you trace lines only you can see on each other’s bodies and once your fascination is overpowered by lust you reach up and Brian pulls you close to kiss one another. This time you are both feeling hot, needy and just hungry for the other’s body.

Brian slides his jeans off and kicks them to the side, touching your legs and pulling your panties away as he leads you to the bed. You lay down and see Brian come up to you, not without dragging his lips along your thighs and hips, biting at them as he goes and leaving small red marks. Nibbling on your sensitive boobs and nipples before he comes to face you. His lips caress yours and you breathe heavily against his.

“Brian…” you mumble, not sure how to tell him you need him.

He brings his hand between your bodies and digs his finger in between your parted legs, finding your pussy wet and ready for him. His eyes close and he groans from the feeling, resting his forehead on yours; hearing you gasp at the sudden touch. You reach up and squeeze his shoulders, rolling your hips against his fingers now.

Brian admires your body for a full second before moving his thumb across your clit, rubbing you with expertise. You hide your head on the crook of his neck, breathing through your mouth and moaning when he puts a second finger inside you. It is obvious that Brian knows what he is doing, he brushes his lips on your cheek before speaking in a lower tone than usual.

“Do you think you can cum for me?” He buries his nose in your neck and bites on your skin, “hm?”

You reply by nodding and you grab his face in your hands to pull him down for an open-mouthed kiss that lasts little more than a few seconds as Brian pumps his fingers in and out of you, finding the right angle he opens his eyes to find you pulling away from his mouth. You moan out loud, louder than you would think decent, but it’s something you cannot help. Your leg shakes and you chase Brian’s fingers for more of that sweet pleasure.

Brian feels trapped in his boxers, but he wants to bring you to the edge if possible before he actually fucks you. He hears it is best if you’re wet on your first time, so he is making sure you will be ready and he won’t hurt you - at least not for long.

He loves the sounds coming from your lips, he pushes his nose against yours and catches your delirious breaths as they come.

“Brian…” you moan against his lips, a knot coming together in your belly, pulling at all your strings, starting from your spine. “Is this…?” You hum and push his hair back, closing your eyes, “it feels so good!”

“And it can feel even better.”

Brian grazes your lips with his, rubbing his nose on yours at the same time his thumb runs over your clit.

“Show me.” You moan again, your hips rolling against his hand once again, lost in that fruitless chase for an orgasm. “Brian, please show me!”

Your boyfriend pulls his hands away, noticing your whines as he does so, but he rushes to discard his underwear and looks up at you as you stare at his hard cock, absentmindedly you lick your lips and pull your hair behind your ear. Brian hates to tie his own hair, and he really loves it when you let yours down too. So once he is aligned to your entrance, before going further he undoes your pretty little half ponytail.

You giggle and put your hands on his chest.

“Will it hurt?” You mumble.

Brian has little experience with virgin girls, so he is left opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

“I don’t think so.” He shakes his head full of curls.

“Alright, just…just be gentle, Bri.” You touch his collarbone and pull on his necklaces to get him to hover over you.

“Always.” He assures you and kisses the top of your nose.

This gesture makes you feel safe every time. You giggle and kiss his nose back before he announces to you that he will go on.

You take a deep breath and feel him rub his cock along your folds for a moment before he finally enters you. It feels as if something breaks, and you gasp when it stings, however, Brian continues to push all the way inside your pussy.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, almost feeling bad for how good it feels for him.

He could tell your hymen was still there, he pushed past it easily and knew you felt it from the sudden breath you took through your teeth. But oh, dear Lord did he feel good…you were so warm and tight around him. He waited for you to get used to his body before trying to move again, and you opened your eyes a few seconds later, giving him a little smile.

“Yes, it just stung a bit…” you admitted, “not your fault, I think you can move now.”

With a raised brow he asks in silence if you are sure and by slipping your arms around his neck you let him know he can go on.

Brian pulls out slowly, watching your face as you stare into his eyes, you still feel some pain but as your boyfriend thrusts back into you over and over your breathing starts to get worked up and you feel yourself grow wet again, your legs wrap around Brian’s body and you close your eyes in ecstasy, daring to roll your hips against his now. The only sound in the room is the one fo skin slapping skin and you can’t stay quiet anymore, moaning his name and digging your nails into his back.

“Brian…” you feel his nose on your neck and throw your head back so he starts biting on your skin. “That feels so good…s’good, Bri!”

Brian grunts against your skin, feeling your walls welcome him, your hips rolling to the rhythms of his thrusts, he pulls on your leg and his grip on your thigh tightens.

“Uh-hu!” He mumbles, “oh, you feel so amazing…” he praises. “Cum for me, love.”

Your hands slide down his chest when he straightens up, he pulls away from your face and leaves you gasping for air as he stands on his knees and grabs your hips, Brian thrusts harder into you and your hands shoot up to the headboard rocking back and forth as you use it for support. His cock hits a spot unknown to you every single time and you cry out in pleasure. His name loses meaning as it falls from your lips and while he wants you to cum first he feels himself on the edge as your walls start twitching around him.

“I’m-I’m…” your toes curl with the strength of your orgasm hitting you, finally your body is tied up in your lower belly, everything explodes suddenly and you feel your pussy contract against Brian’s hard cock that still fucks you relentlessly. “Brian!”

He looks down at you, arching your back on his bed, screaming his name in nothing but pure bliss. You look like porn but he loves it. He loves watching you like this, and he cannot help but looking forward to seeing you like this again and again.

The guitarist cums a couple of seconds later, spilling his cum on your belly. You watch the hot spurts pour onto your body as Brian gives himself a few strokes to finish. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs open as his head is thrown back and his Adam’s apple appears protruding on his neck.

He lets your legs go and you wrap them around him with the little energy you still have.

“I thought you’d be gentle.” You whisper with a tired smile on your face.

Brian steps back, tapping on your legs, and grabs some tissue paper to clean himself up before coming back to bed and cleaning you up, apologizing for the mess.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him, “next time we should just use a condom,” you make a pause, “I think my sister is on the pill, maybe I should look into that…”

Brian finishes cleaning up and kisses your knee as he comes back to bed. He cannot help but want more of your naked figure while you lay there with your knees bent and parted, chest still heaving from the lovemaking.

“What?” Brian looks up before pressing a couple of random shallow kisses on your stomach and breasts.

You hum in response to his actions and watch him come up to your face, he gives you a peck on the lips.

“So are you thinking this will be a regular thing?” He tries to mask his excitement but fails miserably by the look on his face. 

“Well, of course!” You grin. 

The two of you breathe heavily as you lay in his bed, your bodies still tangled together. Brian sits back with his head against the headboard and pulls you so you are laying with your back against his chest. 

“I have really been missing out!” You say, pulling his arms tighter around your middle after he covers your body with his sheets. 

Brian chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “I think it was worth the wait.”

There is a knock on Brian’s door and you frown as he yells back at whoever it is not to come in. 

“Don’t come in, what do you want?” You feel his body vibrate behind you. 

“Hey…uh…can I open the door now?” It sounds like Roger. 

“No!” Brian warns him, but the door is slightly pushed open by a grinning Rog. He waves at you with amusement. “Get out!” 

Your boyfriend pulls the covers further up your body and reaches to throw a pillow at his friend, but you stop him as Roger speaks up. 

“Since the whole building knows that you are here, Y/N, I was thinking I might as well invite you to our band practice tomorrow morning.” 

There is a wave of embarrassment washing over your whole body as you hear this but you have known Roger for a while now and you decide to handle this with as much grace as you can. 

“Thank you, Rog. I would love to be there!” 

Roger gives his bandmate a smug smile and calls a goodnight to the two of you. 

“You know, we had our doubts that Brian was not a lady-pleaser but now…” Rog pointed his finger at the two of you, “sometimes it’s good to know you’re wrong!”

“Leave!” Brian yells at his friend. 

“Goodnight, lovebirds!” Roger calls and there is some whistling coming from the hallway. 

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It’s late (Brian May x Reader)

Hello darlings, I hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote for you. I’ve just been obsessed with It’s late lately and I thought I’d give it a shot and write something about it. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: angst, cheating, language

Note: I absolutely do not justify cheating and find it vile but I’m aware of the fact that I romanticized it as this is just a work of imagination.

  Your luggage had never felt so heavy in your hands. You tried to walk faster toward the high building a few meters from you, but you felt miles and miles away nonetheless.

When you finally reached the entrance, you pushed the door open and got inside. The lobby was as formal as the rest of the huge hotel, with a shining white floor and red sofas that seemed incredibly soft only by looking at them. A room in that hotel took away a lot of your money but it would be worth it. You were there to surprise Brian. Tonight would take place the last concert of their tour and you wouldn't lose it for anything in the world.

You registered in the lobby and were helped to take your luggage in your room. Your room wasn't the biggest but it had a fantastic view of Central Park, where the stage for the concert was being built. Besides, you didn't care at all. You could have had booked a closet and it'd have been more than fine. You were excited to see Brian and the boys. You could feel your hands shaking slightly as you got out of your room without even unpacking your suitcases. You couldn't wait anymore.

Brian had told you the number of his room when you talked on the phone.

-It's the number 2d. It's one of the largest rooms in the hotel!- he had told you excitedly. -Not the largest though, Freddie wanted that one, of course-

You spotted the door with the golden target a few steps away from you. You smiled and started to walk faster, already savouring the feeling of his lips on yours.

At that moment, the door opened and a blond haired girl walked out. She seemed rather upset. You slowed your pace, startled. You had never seen her before, she wasn't part of the Queen staff. She glanced at you, quickly scanning you up and down before averting her gaze. The sound of her high heels on the corridor echoed loudly. You kept walking, telling yourself she must have been part of the hotel staff. You knew she couldn't be, or she would have had a uniform. But when you arrived in front of the door, you smiled all the same. You were about to see Brian after seven long months, that girl would soon leave your thoughts. You knocked on the door and waited eagerly. You could see Brian's steps approaching and your smile grew wider.

-Marlene, please just...- you heard him say before he opened the door. His expression changed in a second. You could see every possible emotion crossing his face. Surprise, panic, fear and something else you couldn't decipher. All but the pure joy you expected.

-Y/N...- he said slowly.

You had imagined your reunion many times. In your imagination, he would open the door with wide eyes and an even wider smile. He would hug you tightly, pick you up from the ground and kiss you enthusiastically, like in those movies full of clichès you hated so much.

Instead, he just stood there, like he was frozen.

-Hi- you said with an unsure smile.

-Uhm...surprise?- and with that, he threw his arms around you. It didn't feel like your usual hugs, warm and comforting, it felt...sad. Like he was using it to hide his face. You didn't like how it made you feel. You hugged him back anyway, caressing his back uncertainly.

-Hey...- you whispered.

He pulled back and smiled at you bitterly. It wasn't one of his usual smiles. Shy, small but that reached his eyes or toothy, joyful, giggly.

It made him look tired, highlighting the bags under his eyes.

-I'm sorry, I...come in- he said moving away from the door.

You did as he asked and looked around. It was a way bigger room than yours, with anything someone might or might not need and large windows that looked upon the city.

-It's beautiful here, I hope you didn't get too used to it- you said turning toward him.

He smiled weakly.

-It is indeed, but...it isn't London-

You nodded, feeling uncomfortable. Maybe he didn't want you there, maybe he felt like you weren't leaving him space. Maybe you should have waited one more day, why didn't you just wait for him to come back? You felt like that clingy girlfriend you promised yourself to never be.

-Look, Brian, I'm sorry. I thought this was a good idea, I just wanted to surprise you I guess- you apologized, feeling like you needed to.

-Wha-? No, no it's okay, it's more than okay I-I'm happy to see you, really- he started to stutter.

-Are you?-

Brian stopped in his track and looked at you with an expression that made you feel cold inside.

-Brian...- you said taking a step toward him, but he looked down.

-Brian, please tell me what's wrong- you pleaded, getting closer.

Still no answer. You placed your hand on his arm.

-Bri?-

-Don't call me that- he said in a low whisper you barely heard, looking up at you and shaking his head.

You felt your heart skipping a beat.

-You're scaring me-

Brian put his hands in his hair and walked toward the bed, sitting on the edge of it.

You turned toward him but didn't move, too afraid to do so.

Seconds of silence passed and you could feel the tension rising, the seconds scanned by the beats of your heart, getting faster and faster. Until you couldn't take it anymore.

-Brian, I need you to tell me what is going...-

-I cheated on you-

You didn't feel your heartbeat anymore. You became numb before feeling your eyes get filled with tears. Brian kept staring at you with the most painful expression you had ever seen on his face. You hated it. You wanted him to smile, always and you hated yourself for thinking that because he had cheated on you and you couldn't wrap your head around it.

-What did you say?- it was a stupid question, but you couldn't believe what you had just heard. It was literally impossible.

-Please...don't make me say that again- he lowered his head again. He was ashamed, that much was clear.

You took your time, trying to process it all. It was one simple information, but it was too much.

-Say something- he pleaded you but you remained silent. You were too focused on trying not to cry in front of him.

-Y/n...please I...-

-You...cheated on me- you said out loud like you were trying to let it sink in.

Brian bit his lip. -I'm so sorry-

You shook your head. -You cheated on me...and you're sorry...-

It was surreal. You never thought you would hear those words from him.

-I...-

-Why?-

You didn't mean to make a scene. To scream and cry and run away without letting him explain.

-I don't know- he said after a few seconds of silence.

You snorted. -Come on Brian I'm not an idiot, you owe me an explanation! Was it me? Did you get tired of me?-

-No! Of course not, I...- he rubbed his face and sighed heavily.

-I felt alone-

You blinked. -You felt...alone?-

-I know, it's no excuse, but seven months without you made me feel...empty-

-So you decided to have a go with another girl to entertain yourself? That makes sense-

-I'm so sorry-

-You keep saying that- you chuckled bitterly and looked up to stop the tears before it was too late. You wouldn't let yourself cry in front of him.

-I felt alone too, you know? Seven months without you felt like ages. But I waited. I waited, I waited and I waited but never, not once, did I think about someone else-

You started to feel angry, as the realization of what it all meant sank in. Brian got up from the bed.

-Y/n I know I fucked up and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but please listen to me-

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him in the eyes.

-I was with someone else, but I swear to you, it meant nothing. Nothing at all-

You shook your head but he kept talking.

-I missed you every second of every day, I felt like shit I'm...God, I'm so sorry, please believe me when I tell you...if I could, I'd get back in time and...-

-But you can't- you stopped him. -You can't. And I don't think I can trust you anymore-

You could see the dread on Brian's face.

-Y/n please...- he tried to touch you but you stepped away, raising your hands.

-Don't- you looked at him once more, before turning your back at him and getting out of the door, hearing Brian calling your name. Only when you locked the door of your room did you let yourself break down.

 The night was almost over and the cruel light of the day was starting to filter through the curtains.

-Do you really have to go?- You dared to speak slowly, in a tiny whisper, too afraid to burst the bubble you were in, where the time had stopped.

Of course, you already knew the answer.

Brian held you closer to him, resting his chin on the top of your head.

-You know I have to- he replied, as quietly as you did.

You stayed silent for a little more, slowly moving your finger over his chest.

-I'll miss you,- you muttered. -A lot-

He knew. And he smiled. You couldn't see his face but you knew he did, he always smiled when you said things like that.

-I'll miss you too-

You knew. And you felt your throat tightening. Seven months felt like an eternity, he had never been away that much. You would have followed him without hesitations but you couldn't leave everything and go to America with him. And he couldn't stay. Of course, he couldn't. It was his job now and you were so happy for him. But seven months was a very, very long time.

-I'll write to you every single day. I promise you, I'll become annoying- he said stroking your side slowly.

-Please do- you said. As the seconds passed you felt the little bubble becoming smaller and smaller.

-Hey- he whispered to get your attention. You looked up at him reluctantly, already missing his steady heartbeat under you.

-I'll be back before you know it- he looked at you with those deep, gentle eyes of his. He always locked your gazes when he promised you something, to let you know he meant every word.

-You can't be sure-

He moved a lock of your hair from your face.

-I can. Remember, time is relative. It's just a construct of our minds-

You rolled your eyes at his words.

-Sure thing, Doctor Brian May- you said with a mocking smile.

-No, I'm serious- he talked back, caressing your cheek.

-One day-

You raised an eyebrow.

-It's gonna be just one day-

You chuckled. -I don't think so-

-Just one day- he insisted. -One more day, and I'll be back home-

You looked at him, his eyes were determined. You looked down and then up at him again, nodding.

-Alright-

Brian smiled and kissed your forehead.

-I love you-

You kissed his lips.

-I love you more-

 Maybe, you really did love him more than he loved you. That day seemed so far now, while you were sitting on the red armchair next to the large window of your room. You could see people walking on the streets, going on with their lives while you felt like yours had stopped.

You couldn't feel anything anymore and you were sure you had cried all the tears you had in your body.

Right then, you felt someone knocking at your door. You stayed still, thinking it was Brian but a voice proved you wrong.

-Darling? It's me, Freddie-

You closed your eyes, deciding whether to open or not.

-Will you let me in please?-

After a few more seconds you got up and went to open the door. Your eyes were red and puffy and you probably looked like shit but you couldn't care less.

When you opened the door, you found Freddie smiling slightly at you.

-Hello, darling-

-Hi-

-Can I come in?-

You didn't really feel like talking but moved anyway.

-Well, I had hoped to see you again in a happier circumstance- he said sitting on your bed and patting on the empty spot next to him. You set down.

-Brian told you I was here didn't he?-

He nodded.

-Well before you start defending him, know that I mean to take the first plane home...-

-Oh no, darling, I'm not gonna do anything like that-

You looked at him with a puzzled expression.

-What Brian did was unforgivable but I can't really judge, can I?- he said smiling. -I'm not going to defend him or try to make you change your mind. It is between you two. But I think you should do what you came here to do-

You stayed in silence, confused.

-Come to the concert tonight-

-Why should I do that?-

Freddie shrugged. -Because our music is the best and you love rock concerts-

You chuckled briefly, which you didn't think was possible after what happened. You were feeling immensely grateful to have Freddie there with you.

-I'll give that a thought- you said looking down at your hands.

-Come here- he said hugging you tightly. You let your body relax into his embrace. -Thank you...- you muttered against his shoulder.

-Don't even mention it, dear-

When Freddie left you decided to take a shower to try and relax. You didn't mean to go to the concert, you wanted to leave, to go home and lock the whole world out but going home meant finding an empty flat, an empty bed, Brian's smell on every surface and his clothes in the wardrobe. Every little thing would remind you of him. You couldn't run away though, where else would you go? You only wanted to disappear. So you decided to get ready and go have a walk to clear your head.

New York was beautiful. You had always wanted to visit it but you never managed to find the time or the motivation or the courage. But unfortunately, the circumstances made the crowded streets and the suggestive views seem colourless. You hated to feel like that. So emotional, so vulnerable but you couldn't help it. After walking for what could have been either ten minutes or two hours, you found yourself in a bar, sitting at the counter and ordering 'something strong'.

You had never really been a good drinker, so it didn't take much for you to feel your head spinning. You weren't completely wasted but that drink, one too much, made you realize you didn't give a damn anymore. Brian had cheated on you, you were now alone in a city you had never been in before, slightly drunk and you didn't even know where and when were you exactly. So screw it, you would go to that concert. "Who cares?" You thought. It's not like he would see you. Of course, you had bought yourself a ticket right when you decided to come and surprise your now ex-boyfriend. It was a good place, almost in front of the stage and Freddie was right, you loved rock concerts and their music. And you missed Brian already, but you didn't want to admit that to yourself. So you got up from the bar counter and left a bit more money than necessary in front of the bartender. Outside, the light of the day was being replaced by the moon and the sky was orange and pink.

You hailed a cab and told the driver to Central Park.

-You going to have some fun uh?- he asked you, obviously referring to the concert taking place there.

You rested your head against the window. -Not really. I'm going to say goodbye-

 The place was packed when you arrived. The concert would start in a few minutes. You had been out more than you thought.

Now that you were there, you didn't really know what was going to happen. But you didn't want to leave. You felt that it was right to be there, to see him one last time, doing something he loved. To see his long fingers moving on his red special, making the guitar sing along with Freddie and with the whole crowd; his long, brown curls, moving as he shook his head at the rhythm of the music he was contributing in creating.

You waited with the rest of the screaming fans until the lights on the stage went down. The crowd screamed louder before getting suddenly quite, waiting for the note of the first song to start filling the air. You found yourself holding your breath as you saw the boys walking up on stage. Your eyes, of course, were fixed on Brian and they remained on him during the whole first song. And the second. And the third. And so on.

He looked tired. He didn't smile, not even once. You couldn't really make out his face, but you could see how still he stayed. He usually was energetic, totally taken by the see of music and chanting people screaming their names. But not tonight. It hurt you to see him like that. Even though you wanted to feel nothing but hatred, you couldn't help but feel the strong need to wrap your arms around him and make him smile again.

-Thank you, darlings!- exclaimed Freddie in the microphone, scanning the crowd, undoubtedly looking for you. When he found you, he smiled brightly and winked.

-This next song is a new one, I'll let Brian introduce it to you-

You felt your heart beating faster as Brian took the microphone in front of him.

-Good evening everybody-

The audience replied with screams and claps. You stayed still, eyes fixed on him.

-I wrote this song while we were here on tour in your beautiful country. It's called "It's late"- he paused and looked down. He seemed lost in his thoughts.

-Well...I hope you enjoy it-

Everybody kept quiet as Brian started to move his long fingers on his guitar. The melody started off as slow, sweet, melancholic before turning in something stronger.

Freddie's voice followed after a few more notes. Brian kept his focus on his guitar and didn't look up, not even once. As you listened to the lyrics, you couldn't help but feel your eyes water. You felt so many emotions at once, you thought you could explode: you were mad, confused, sad and so in love with that man. You hated him for what he had done to you and you hated yourself for being there when you should be home, packing your suitcases and trying to find another apartment. But mostly, you hated yourself because you knew you could never hate him.

When the song was over, your cheeks were wet and when Brian looked up from his guitar, you could see his face was too.

You couldn't take it anymore. So you left. As you walked away, Brian saw you walking against the rest of the crowd. He felt his heart drop in his chest. But the show had to go on and so he kept playing.

 You spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, laying on the bed, still as a rock. You were trying to order your thoughts when you heard someone knocking ever so lightly at your door. You knew it was him. You didn't move for a few seconds and you thought he was gone but then you heard it again, even lighter than before like he was afraid to actually make himself heard.

You bit your lip and closed your eyes.

"Don't open the door, don't open the door, don't open the door, don't open..."

As your mind kept repeating that, your body was already marching toward the door.

You took a deep breath and opened it. Brian was standing in front of you, his eyes red and his face pale. He had been crying.

-Hi- he whispered, his voice hoarse. You didn't reply.

-Can I come in? Please?-

You stared at him a few more seconds before moving. He walked in, slowly, head low.

You closed the door and waited.

-You were there- you barely heard him say.

-At the concert, tonight. You were there-

He didn't turn to look at you and he wasn't expecting an answer.

-Why?-

You stared at his back, his shoulders were tense and his curls didn't look as shiny and as tidy as they used to.

-That's why I came. To see the concert- you replied, as coldly as you could.

He shook his head and turned to finally face you.

-That's not why you came. You took a weekend from your job, travelled from London to New York, taking a three hours flight just to see me. And I screwed it up- he said, looking as sad as you never saw him before. -I screwed it all up-

You shifted your weight from a foot to the other.

-Doesn't take a genius- you answered.

He scoffed. -Yeah, you're right-

A few more seconds of silence followed.

-I'm not here to ask you to forgive me. I don't deserve your forgiveness and please, believe me when I say I will never forgive myself either- he began. -You're free to leave if you want to, to go home and pack all your staff and...- his voice cracked at those words. -And I'm not gonna stop you. But before you do that...I need you to know that I love you. I love you since John introduced us that night two years and a half ago. I love you since you laughed at my stupid jokes; since you listened to me talking about astronomy without actually understanding a word of what I was saying; I love you since we went out to eat Italian and you scolded me for having never actually eaten a true Italian pizza; I love you since you kissed me in front of the museum, after we spent the whole afternoon there; I love you with every fibre of my being and I can't stand the thought of you leaving- he paused. -But I love you too much to ask you to stay with me after what I did. You deserve to be happy and I hurt you too much. I just couldn't let you go, without having told you this, thinking that I don't love you anymore-

You stared at him in silence, trying to listen to the rational voice in your head telling you to stay as cold as possible.

-That's it?- you asked him.

Brian nodded. -That's it-

You crossed your arms over your chest. -You're right, you hurt me. More than anyone else in my life. You broke my trust-

Brian tried to hold your gaze, taking in every word, which hurt like knives in his chest, because he knew he deserved it.

-But...- you sighed. -I also know you. Better than anymore else in the entire world. I know that you...you would have never done something like that to hurt me. I know you would have never done anything to hurt me- you took a few steps towards him. -I can't say I forgive you, but I can't even say that I hate you because that's not true. I love you, I love you more than I can explain- you said feeling a lonely tear running down your cheek. Brian's eyes were watery as well. He raised one careful hand and wiped it with his thumb, afraid to be rejected but you stayed still.

-I'm so sorry- he whispered. And you knew he meant it. It was torture for both of you, all of it.

You placed a hand on his face and gently stroked his cheek. He closed his eyes, sighing.

You closed the distance between you two with a soft, brief kiss. When you pulled away, Brian opened his eyes and stared at you, with hope in his eyes.

-It's not gonna be easy for you from now on- you said but you smiled slightly.

Brian left out a chuckle which sounded more like a sob and kissed you again, cupping your face with his hands. The kiss was wet and full of apologies which he whispered against your lips.

-I'm sorry...I'm sorry...- he kept saying between the kisses and you held him close to you, gripping his shirt tightly as you stumbled toward the bed.

You spent the night in each others arms, making love, making up, whispering promises and "I love you"s until dawn.

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And I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless. (Roger Taylor x Reader)

» Kinda impossible for me to stop writing @_@.There are two exams, this month and next month, so I have been studying non-stop and jfc I’m burning the hell out. I really wanna write something, so here it is!

Summary: Y/n is part of the underground rock community in London. One day Brian introduces her to Roger and they quickly became a friend. But that doesn't last long; after giving Roger space supposedly reserved for her best friend—y/n get to finally see Roger's true face behind his cool looks.

Pairing: Mr T (Roger Taylor) x Reader.

Warning: Fluff at the end. Maybe a wee bit of angst? Profanity; a lot of profanity (cursing too much ain’t cool, peeps). Smoking (it’s bad for ya).

Word count: 4917.

Inspired by: Fool in the Rain by Led Zeppelin.

Dedicated to and perma-tag: @ohmygoditsanthonyedwardstark, my new friend that’s instantly clicked with me. <4 <4

Another note: This means what happened currently. Italic means memories in the past. Roger can be either actual Roger from any era the readers like or Ben Hardy’s Roger.

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It’s foolish to think anything is going to work out with another man when your heart lies elsewhere. You wish to cry for him, but you can’t. There’s no reason for it. You don’t feel anything. Despite being his best friend for years, you see Loui as nothing more than a brother. A brother that doesn’t mine slapping you for being honest with him. After you’re accused to almost stood him up when you simply get the address wrong, he stopped you mid dumping him with a slap so true you feel like you’re still dreaming down in the rain. You finally snapped from the mind-bending action you thought he will never do, and quickly take shelter under the bus stop.

“Well. It’s going on three years.” You whispered to yourself. “If he was to do that to me, maybe I would do the same with what Loui did to me.”

Or maybe not. The only one time you hit someone was because you’re already so damn mad, and you’re too drunk to think straight. And it was an accident too, you only try to get him off; because he’s helping you to get up even after you say you can stand on your own. At least that time your feelings for him is still atom level it almost didn’t exist. Perhaps your old self when you start seeing his bad side would never think you’d be like now. Missing him. Somehow. You’ll do the dishes for him, but only two times before you start yelling at him. Like always.

You chuckled in silent as you wipe the water running down your hair. You wonder where he is now. Ever since you date Loui, you had a big fight and you moved out. You heard a couple of things from Brian, but they’re not so important, seeing the nature of the man. That makes you laugh again. He probably already exceed thousandths girlfriend. Maybe he’ll laugh too when his housemate told him to put a sock on the door.

“What’s so funny?”

You looked at a guy sheltering next to you. He’s also drenched. You shrugged.

“I don’t really know, mate. You got housemate still? Do they tell you to raise the flag when you’re shagging a gal? I used to be that housemate. I don’t know why I even bother to tell him. Good times...”

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"I should've not introduced you to him." The man sighed deeply. You could only stare sharply. So bloody sharply that the brunette refuses to look at you until you stopped.

"What makes you think that? I have been painfully average in college anyways." It hurts to say that to the tall Astrophysics boy you have been crushing for so long. But sass is like honey in your blood. You can't help but get addicted.

"Cut your fucking sarcasm for once. It never helps your situation."

"Correct. But it makes it better." Now it's Brian's turn trying to kill you with his eyes. "What am I supposed to do then, Bri? Tried to fucking evict him? Emphasis on "tried"! That arsehole have me kicked out and shunned by my ex-bandmates! I fucking know I sucked at bass and guitar! But they're—."

"Breath..."

You didn't realize you almost throw your coffee cup at him. It still got half of hot coffee in it, and it makes Brian looks perfectly petrified with both of his hands up as if he ask you not to shoot.

"Sorry..."

"I'll talk to Roger. Again..."

The two of you knows it. It'll make no bloody difference; you can't even remember how many times you almost get Roger kicked by the landlady. But Mrs Marianne eventually falls victim to Roger's seduction and as he turned her against you. The last time you could convince her how horribly low maintenance her blonde tenant was, Roger played, hope-fucking-fully, his last trump card and get you voted by your own bandmates, from the band you fucking founded. His sugary victory has you wish you were bald so there'll be no hair you can pull out of frustration. Although the incident this time was that not only he ate your food and didn’t even try to do the dishes, he also blasts his music when you have clearly stated you’re going to study.

At least the silver lining to all this was that every time Roger KO'd you, Brian will give you his time—most likely out of guilt—disguise it as helping you to study. But, 1) his teaching and tips actually help you, and 2) the two of you did studies in the end. So you're not sure whether the lanky guitarist was just so bloody kind, or there could be something else that can be of use for you. That's why you can't really blame him for Roger's case; were you not taking interest with the man with his curly hair, perhaps it'll be long enough for you to secure the space at the house for your best friend—as you originally planned and supposed to do, instead of giving it to the satan-spawn.

A sound of a phone vibrating makes the two of you jumped out of your concentration. Lucky it was Brian's phone. If it was yours, the two of you would've been dead from the damn loud rock music ringtone.

"Your mum?"

"Ha, ha..." He mocked whilst he checked the caller. "Oh, my girlfriend. I'll be back in a minute."

As the man stands up and goes outside to answer the call, and you simply sat there. Your world suddenly destroyed. Almost feels like the café starts crumbling before your eyes, but you can do nothing to stop it. Only to witness and stunned like a helpless heroine in her love story. The warm rustic atmosphere from the café-around-the-corner. A romantic scene, perfect for a date and be with your love. Not so many people around so you can enjoy, now apparently, your heartbroken. You’re not going back here anytime soon, that’s for sure.

"Hey, sorry about that. Chrissie just found out about your fight with Roger and she's very worried about you. She told me to tell you this; you can bunk with us in case Roger is being Roger again."

Brian's sudden presence as he sits down finally snaps you out of your post-apocalyptic perception of the world.

"Chrissie? Chrissie Mullen? She's your girlfriend?"

"Ah, that reminds me, I always forgot to tell you, Loui is her friend."

"I know that! We are friends too for quite a while—."

So that's why Brian always feels so fucking guilty. It's the one-thing-lead-to-another bullshit; Loui talked about how you're quick to eye him to be your housemate. Being Chrissie's friend—Brian's future girlfriend,—he's around Roger when he showed off your loyalty as his best friend, only to have the lights of hope immediately extinguished by the bastard of a drummer on exactly the next fucking week. Brian bloody knew. But he's not a god to see the impending doom.

"Ha. That's funny." Your eyes stare blankly at him for a solid three seconds before your hands start packing your things in your backpack as fast as lightning. But it's no longer the fact that Brian was already taken by none other than your friend, funny enough, you used to crush on too, but the pang of pain in the bottom of your stomach was now caused by his lack of reaction seeing you bursting out of the café. That's the only reason left you needed to change the reason to go to the music club. Now it's to drink.

...

You wish to laugh at the situation like you always do the almost fifty times it happens. But this time, the girl’s scream can’t even faze you as your mind trying to make what is going on. It is clear as day what is going on. The currently naked woman trying to get her clothes whilst Roger looked frustrated but not helping his date.

“Sock on the door, ya cunt.” It’s hard to hide your slur, but currently, nothing can make you care enough. “At least tell me ya be shagging a gal. How many times was this fucking thing have to—.”

When you run to the bathroom to throw up, his girl ran out of the house. An impossible scenario for two young and wild girls to leave him behind in a hurry just like that. Even more impossible to see you getting so drunk you throw up. Not after he almost get you to bed him the one time you’re drunk when he’s also in the house; which makes you swear to Brian or Loui or your close friends to never let go you go home when you drunk.

“You... Alright?”

“Do I look alright, young boy?” You didn’t even try to cover your face knowing full well Roger always throws his briefs at you when you call him that. So you’re not surprised when Roger is too shocked to find you in that state.

“Just leave me the fuck alone and wreck this house like you always do.”

You don’t expect him to care. At least you wish he didn’t, or he might prank the shit out of you, and you might be too shitfaced to not restrain yourself from murdering him on spot this time. Hell, you’re too fucking drunk to see that he already did the wrecking the house part; one thing you’ll thank him for instead, because being too angry at him whilst cleaning the house will surely make you forget tomorrow.

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“Ha. Annoying housemates after another. Just fucking avert your eyes, my sex life is none of yer’ business.” The man starts smoking, he offered you one, but you shake your head. “That one gal is the only one that lasts longer living with me. She’s still the champion in many different things too.”

“I bet she also hates you smoking near her.” You stated quite sharply. He inhaled deeply and exhale it away before he throws the cig on the pavement as he stepped on it.

“Miss that about her too.”

“No, you didn’t. You still smoked.”

“Just like her, you don’t know me quite well.”

“Well, you’re not helping much.”

“Because you only see what you want to see. You ignore everything else.”

Maybe that’s true. In the beginning, you hate your blonde housemate so much for many different reasons. Perhaps way too much that you can’t see him changing his attitudes towards you? But you have to be completely honest, if he does that when he’s not bringing home his bassist friend—that makes your housemate actually looks like the Satan himself, you’ll absolutely notice it much faster and sooner.

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Something is happening with Roger. Ever since that day, he’s less of a bitch than he used to. He still doesn’t do dishes, or clean the fucking bathroom, or still refusing to throw trash away along with himself. He doesn’t pull a prank on you or insults you as much. He doesn’t blast his stereo, he even turning it down when you kick at his door when you need to study. He hardly brings some shag home anymore. Instead, that cute brunette is the frequent guest. And of course, you’re not complaining at all. The nostalgic peacefulness almost makes you so fucking drunk, Roger will take pity on you and left you a half-opened snack like when you discover the daddy long leg of your crush is already taken.

“Huh, y/n, did you see my lunch set? You eat them?”

Roger’s yell doesn’t make you jump despite it successfully breaks your concentration.

“You ate yours this morning.” You reminded him as you continue looking for riffs. “You can eat mine. I have toasts for lunch.”

“Thanks—?”

“Yeah, piss off.”

And he did leave you alone. Quietly heating and eating the lunch set and boil some water. Except, he can’t stop staring at you as he does all that.

“You’re very good.” Roger’s friend that you just learn the name as John, commented. He sat right in front of you as he put a mug of hot coffee on your side of the table.

“Oh, I know. But apparently not good enough.” You stare at the mug to which he nodded. “Thanks so much about the coffee.”

“Roger made that, not me. And no. It is very good. How long have you played?”

“Since fifteen. And tell that to Jukebox, maybe they’ll listen to you.”

“You used to be in Jukebox?”

“You’re still salty about them?” Roger joins the two of you. But as he sits right next to you, you immediately grab your amp, your music sheets, and goes to your room for some privacy. As expected; Roger found it offensive.

“What the hell did I do?”

“Everything. And Jukebox. You give out bad vibe my muse fucked off. By the way, John, I still got some cheese on toast in the fridge if you want.”

“I’d like that. Thank you.”

“What about me? I just made you that coffee.” He whines mockingly, almost makes you throw your music sheets at him. But instead, you slammed your bedroom door. “Wait, I’m serious. I’m still hungry.”

“You have fucking legs, Roger! Get them yourself! And whilst you’re at that, why don’t you drink the coffee and all our fucking foods?”

You hear a muted conversation as you write some notes down a bit later. It sounded more like an argument, but there’s a loud; “Fine! You don’t even have to thank me!” followed by the sound of plates and glass clunking. If it is indeed Roger that does the dishes, you promised yourself to listen to him and not thanking him. That’s his responsibility, you have done yours, and it’s not even that much. But the harder you try to ignore that, the more you can’t help that maybe Roger is turning to the better, and not because John is getting on his nerve as much as you did, but the drummer can’t do much about it.

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“You’re right. But you have to understand it from my point of view. Ever since my housemate starts to live with me, he has done nothing but annoys me. And at that point, after plenty of fights, I want nothing but for either of us to move out.”

“Yeah, alright. I realised that a bit late. But still, ouch?” He laughs, hands automatically reach for a new cig before he notices what he’s doing. Your stare makes him put the smoke pack back inside his trousers. “Eventually the gal and I stop trying to murder each other.”

It’s still pouring out there with a zero sign it’ll stop anytime soon. Even though you wear layers of clothes, London is still a merciless place when it comes to weather. Despite that, recalling your sweet memories helps you warm up from the inside.

“Calm before the storm.” You break the silence, in which he quietly appreciate. “But maybe the most important part. After that, there’s no more filter on how we feel about each other.”

“I have to argue that my housemate and I are too much of childish bastards.”

This time it’s you that’s laughing. He’s right. Roger is growing softer and actually act like how a normal person should, especially to their housemate that give him a chance to live there in the first place. That’s when you can finally see he’s not just an arsehole rockstar wanna-be that’s a twat backstage. He is a twat backstage in a literal sense, but that’s something else entirely.

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It’s hard to convince Loui who gets jealous easily that Roger was just a housemate. Much harder to hide the fact that you and Loui are dating, whilst he tries to convince his fellow Jukebox bandmates that you’re framed by the blonde from Queen. Undoing the childish plan that successfully kills your motivation to ever join or create a new band. When Loui is to get you involved again in the band because of his utter distaste towards the new bassist—who prefers to play over contributing in the creation of new albums, you’re too busy juggling your relationship, college, and Roger.

What’s with Roger? It’s clear he doesn’t know you’re already with someone else. Not that it'll stop him. But he doesn’t stop treating you like someone not only he wants to shag, but also date long-term. That’s how he hooked Dominique. Their bad breakup—that later you find—was the necessary fuel for him to chose and have you kicked out from Jukebox because you pissed him off at the wrong time. If Loui knows, there might be a fist fight between the two. You don’t hate Roger that much anymore to be able to see him lose miserably against the former boxer.

“Here to see us, love?” There he is. Approaching you like a snake ready to eat its prey.

“Jukebox actually. Don’t call me that.”

“Why? They kicked you out.”

“Because of you. But let me elaborate; I’m here for Loui.”

“Ah. Your gay best friend.” He nodded almost jokingly. “Still, please do enjoy our performance. I’ll even dedicate a song for you.”

“Don’t.”

“Can’t stop me. Just you see, you’ll finally fall in love with me.”

You really wish that was only a joke. That it’s just a simple word. But it didn’t. You don’t know what happened to you. When Queen is the first one to perform at the music festival in London, they bewitched you. Roger didn’t even lie about dedicating a song to you. As he stated it; “This is for my girl and housemate. Sorry to get you kicked out of Jukebox; you deserve a better chance in a better band. We’ll be waiting for your application, love.”

All three of his bandmates knows who that message was directed, but they simply laugh it off, thinking no one would believe that. Although what you feel right now is bloody far from the cheery and cheeky mood that Queen radiates. You feel like your heart stopped. A storm is about to ensue and you try to run towards Jukebox’s dressing room, only to bump with the right man half-way through.

“What the fuck was that?! You say he’s just your housemate!”

“Let’s talk somewhere else, dear.”

“No! I need a word with that man if what you say is true!”

“Do you want to get Jukebox’s approval or not?! Knocking Roger’s down his drummer set will have Jukebox kill you!”

The man with light-brown curly hair finally controls his breath as he stares at you. When his emotion subsides, he drags you to the storage room.

“Move out.”

“I’ll tell Roger that you and I are dating.”

“No, you can’t. Jukebox still despises you, and that son of a bitch will leak our fucking secret like it was his own sex tape, just to bring us down and to get you. He fucking admits it in front of the audience he got you dropped out the band! You’re my fucking girlfriend! You think I’ll let him near you after all he has done to you?!”

You’re trying to rack your brain and defend Roger. What is it to defend? He is the arsehole that makes you hates him the day he set foot in that house. He did get you kicked out the band you fucking found with Loui, how, you don’t know—maybe because of Elise, Dorian’s girlfriend, that he shag that day. He almost gets you evicted too many times because Mrs Marrianne believed in his lies more than your truths. But that’s not what makes you speechless. It’s the fact that you think to defend him at all. He has been much kinder than he was before, and he has been flirting with you non-stop. How come that’s enough to get you chose him over Loui, your best friend and now boyfriend?

“Move out. I’ll find a place to live far from London for us. Alright? I will not wreak havoc. But him saying that he gets you kicked out from the band will help me change our bandmates mind about you. Things will get better once you’re away from that bastard.”

"You're right. I'll get myself ready and start packing. I don't know what"s got into me."

Loui hugged you tight as he kisses your hair. Despite hugging him back, you still can't get Roger out of your mind. More specifically, why you can't and why he's still ticking you off even though he's no longer act like an arsehole to you. The man is handsome, but you have long grown immune to his antics. Maybe because he has been getting on your nerve so much all this time that he left a mark? Would that mark matters, though? You'll move out and eventually forgets about him right?

That's how it's supposed to go. For everything to finally be right and normal. And it is, at first; the band finally listen to Loui defending you and decide to reconcile after the concert. It was all fine and dandy until one of the crew knock on Jukebox's dressing room door to reveal that Roger is looking for you.

"Hey, arsehole. Get something to say to y/n after what you did to her? Apologies?" Dorian start first, most likely because he has been personally involved without his knowledge and consent by Roger in his plan getting you voted out.

"Oh absolutely. But I'm here for more than that. That lady is booked by us, and she's expected to join us... Hmm, preferably in twenty minutes?"

"My girlfriend is not going anywhere, Taylor." You quickly stepped in between Loui and Roger. "Kindly piss off and never show your face again."

"Girlfriend? I think you're mistaken, mate—."

"No, he's not." You cut him off. The atmosphere grows heavier by the minute. The tension makes everyone suffocates. And Roger silence, even just for a couple seconds, is escalating everyone's heartbeat.

"What? Isn't the answer is obvious? Just breaks up with him."

"Yeah, mate. Stop embarrassing yourself and date the boy that makes your life miserable." Jake's adding fuel to the fire, clearly amused by the hostile situation. "Lose all your senses. Get dumped once he's bored, you know, like Dom."

The drummer's blue eyes instantly catch the figure that has spoken the name he knew well.

"What's your problem, mate?"

"No. What's your problem?" You stopped Loui for moving towards Roger. "Y/n, let go."

"Fight, fight, fight."

"Shut the fuck up, Jake." You commanded whilst you push Loui away. "Don't start anything that'll cause trouble to all of us, Rog."

Roger squint at you before turned around and walked away. Foolish to think the confrontation was the finish line. It's simply the beginning of the end. Roger confronts you again at your house which almost turned into a fist fight with Loui that's insisting to go home with you. If not for the house party Roger throws without your permission, you might rethink your decision to move out and to continue your rather toxic relationship with Loui. The bad move from Roger is enough reason for you to side with Loui instead and declare that you'll move out.

Unfortunately, the war doesn't end there. You can't simply pack your things and move out when neither you nor Loui has found a place to live yet. And the process that took longer than what you anticipated was the chance Roger's practically abuse to persuade you to change your mind. And you might if he stopped his routine bringing home new girls to bang. Although the waves are getting calmer, sign for the battle to finally end, he finally shows his human side that melts your cold attitude towards him; getting you close enough to him and finally see the seriousness of his intention on making you his.

But it's too late, you think. You've committed from the start that you have chosen Loui. Last month you moved your things was when Roger is getting desperate. He refuses to give up, to the point that he plead guilty over his shit attitude and how much he regretted it. You wish it was a lie until John told you that Roger is getting too blue and how it affects their band activities.

"I can't. I'm already with Loui."

"Okay. Then make it clear to him that you're not changing your mind."

"John, I have tried saying turning him down many times. Emphasis on tried. Rog says he's not giving up. And to be honest, it's getting harder for me."

"Then I'll talk to him. Again..."

It's finally time for you to leave. Roger is there at home, still not letting go. It's so fucking cliché it left a bad taste in your mouth on how the situation was set up; Loui waiting for you at his car, looking grumpy, whilst Roger was by the front door, pleading. It’s like a goddamn romance film tropes you hated with a passion, and you got no fucking clue what to do.

"Things still could change. There's no such thing as too late." Roger says, almost whispering.

"Give it up, Taylor. You're a bloody rockstar, plenty of shags are lining backstage." Loui snarled as he reaches for your hand. "Let's go, dear."

"Y/n?" The blonde ignored your boyfriend.

The way he called your name almost breaks you. But you still believed whatever you're feeling for him was nothing. That it'll simply pass. There are no words. The wordless goodbye where you can't even look at him without contemplating the hell you've been through and whether you're making the right choice.

From then on, you only see him from afar. Queen is growing in popularity and continue showing up in the local music channels. Jukebox eventually breaks up without your contribution even get the chance to be published. You and Loui moved a couple more times before settling back in London, already past the incident with Roger. And eventually, your last date with Loui after three years of on and off.

+—-—+—-—+—-—+—-—+—-—+

"I wonder how my housemate is doing." You continue. But more because you're fed up that the rain refuses to bloody end than breaking the awkward silence. “Would he forgive me if I apologize to him? That I regretted the day I stepped out of that house? That I can’t stop thinking about him and how much I miss that wanker? That I lie to both him and myself about my feelings? Do you think he will forgive me?”

There was a long silence, and Roger is trying hard to not take a side glance at you. But you see it, a pink growing on both of his cheeks. It’s obvious that he wants to be considered thinking about whether he should forgive you, but you know he will, and is finding a way to reap as many benefits as he can when you’re on the palm of his hand.

“Well? As the said housemate, what do you think?”

“Hmm? What are you thinking?” Cheeky smile growing on his lips as he finally returns your stare. “These three years I changed, you know. Harder to impress me now. You see, I’m a rockstar.”

You aren’t going to give him any chance at all. You just go for it and kiss him. You can tell he’s half-expecting it, but it still caught him off guard. He cupped your cheeks and deepen the kiss as you grab his hips. It’s a bit impossible to execute what you’re planning to do when he drowns you and showing off his kissing skill. And being the greedy man that he is, it’s too clear he also misses you as his hands roam your body like he owns it. Too bad for the both of you, you have made up your mind as you push him out the shelter and get him drenched again.

“You bitch!”

“I know you like chasing more than being chased, Rog. Catch me if and I’ll allow you to do whatever you want!” You yell as you run in the rain. His wide naughty smile as he’s getting ready to sprint makes your heart jump. You feel like screaming from the excitement, but you will not give him a challenge with that big of a prize. Except you have to stumble at something and almost fall.

“Whoa there, you alright?” He grabs your hand and waist. “Even the world will not let you run away from me anymore, y/n. Just give it up.”

You try to struggle your way out, but he won’t let you and instead, he hugs you so tightly whilst he kisses your neck and shoulder.

“Alright, alright! You won!” You laughed, he still refuses to loosen his hug. “I love you, Rog.”

The F-bomb finally does it. He turned you to face him, the two of your eyes locked that you wish lasts forever. His blue eyes’ dilated. His warm breath despite the cold weather calmed you. He grabs your cheeks, his smile grows no matter how hard he tries to hold it back.

“I love you more, y/n. You have no fucking idea.”

“Hmm, maybe a couple of ideas.”

He finally let his grin shows before he kisses you again. This time, a bit more intimately, the one that makes your heart and body ablaze. Even if he might drift away, it’ll be you that’ll refuse to let him go that easily.

End.

[itsfunnierin-enochian]

If They Only Knew

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Written By: @gettingbywithalittlehelp96 & @itsfunnierin-enochian

Chapter Summary: After you casual encounter and many drinks, Rob decides to act on his feelings. You get to hear a life changing confession.

A/N: I gave up on trying to add cuts so I'm sorry but Tumblr doesn't like me

Chapter 10: Something To Say

Rob's POV

The only moment he thought about something else was when he was remembering that feeling of having Y/N in his arms and looking in her eyes again, after those few weeks of not seeing her. He felt like he wanted to tell her everything. Every little thing that was on his mind, but that thought died quickly every time he remembered how she and Billy were kissing, how his friend was doing what he couldn't, and couldn’t deny that made him sick.

It was early in the morning when Rob decided to stop drinking and go to Billy's house, where he knew would probably find them together. He had no idea what was he going to do or say. He didn't even notice the time, he just hailed a cab, told the driver where to go and there he was. Standing in front of his friend's house.

He thought about leaving, knowing that he really had to leave Y/N alone, but he couldn't forget the sparkle in her eyes when she saw him. He needed to do this. He messaged Billy, who quickly replied and was already opening the door for him to come in.

“Rob, what are you doing here?” Billy asked surprised and a bit confused.

“I- I… um… I have no idea.” Starting to laugh, he plopped down on Billy’s couch before closing his eyes. “Were you sleeping?”

“Um.. yes I was,” Billy said, not wanting to point out how obvious the answer to his question was. “Rob did something happen?”

“Y-yeah… well, no.  actually yes. Seriously, William, have you- have you ever been so in l-love with som-someone that you just…” he stopped talking and made signs with his hands as if something he was thinking about was just mind-blowing.

“I guess” Billy answered, suspecting where he was getting at. “Are you in love?”

“Very, deeply, Bu-but she, you see, she, she's kind of with you now,” Rob said, starting to laugh again.

Billy looked back at his friend, a bit uncomfortable, now that he noticed who Rob was talking about.

“I love her, Billy. I-I know, maybe, her heart is somewhere else, but I love her so much.” He continued as he got up and started to walk to the kitchen, with Billy following right behind him. “Have you- have you seen her, buddy? She’s got that amazing smile and she’s just so beautiful. You- you’re such a lucky man, pal.”

Letting out a sigh, he poured himself a glass of water and took a drink. Billy however, was kind of paralyzed. Rob was basically confessing his love for the girl who was, in that moment sleeping in his bed, and that was awkward to say the least.

“Why don't you try to get some sleep, buddy,” he said, patting Rob on the shoulder. Actually starting to get concerned about the state of his friend and what was he saying.

“You think? It’s just I- I wanted to talk to you, Billy. I'm sorry, but i love Y/N and I don't know what to do anymore.”

Setting his glass on the counter he walked back over to the couch and sat down, before dropping his head.

“Just tell her, Rob. She will understand you,” Billy said, relaxing just a bit.

He always suspected that Rob was in love with her and he was sure that she was in love with him as well. He just thought that maybe being with other people might help them figure things out. Whatever decision they came to in the end.

When Rob had talked to him about Y/N, that day after their fight, he felt relief knowing that maybe he could have a chance, but when Rob started talking about her almost 24 hours a day, he knew he had nothing to do in the middle of both of them.

“Tell her? She hates me!” Rob exclaimed, turning and putting his hands on Billy’s shoulders. “But you William, with you she is….” He stopped for a minute and this confused, almost sad expression formed on his face. “With you she is happy?”

“Yeah. I mean I guess she is, but she is missing you.”

With a smile, Rob laid back on the couch.

“I wrote a song for her tonight Billy, another one,” he said as he shifted, trying to get a good position. “You go to sleep and I will tell you all about it tomorrow.”

Billy was laughing, but at the same time he was feeling strange and sad. He really liked Y/N, but also knew that he couldn't do that to them. He cared about both, and he knew they were happier when they were together.

Reader's POV

You woke up as soon as you felt the bed moving, but figuring that Billy was just going to the bathroom, you turned and tried to go back to sleep, only to wake up a few minutes later when you heard the front door being closed. You sat up in the bed, trying to find the will to stand up to see what was Billy doing and that’s when you heard Rob’s voice. Rob was there. What the hell was he doing there?

Being careful not to make a sound, you moved slowly across the room to the door. You of course, weren't about to show up, but were really curious about what was happening out there. You would be lying if you said you didn't like the way he looked that night with his new haircut and how his eyes seemed to be yelling for you, but you knew that part was all in your mind.

As you listened you noticed Billy was almost whispering, but Rob was anything but quiet, with his laughter and incoherent babbling. He was obviously drunk and drunk Rob often had the potential to be quite funny. You started to smile as you remembered all the times you and Rob spent wasted together. He was usually the not that bad one, so that meant he always had your back.

As you tried to focus back on their conversation you heard “I love her Billy” and just like that, you became almost lasered focus. “Wow, that new girl Lily, was already that important for him?” you thought to yourself. He was describing this girl as if he had been in love with her for so long and you didn't ever registered in his life before.

Still you kept listening, a bit jealous, you had to admit. What did that girl do to drive him so crazy? By the way he spoke about her, you knew he was being honest, and if he was talking to Billy about it, the whole thing was really serious, even if he was drunk.

When Billy told him to sleep, you figured Rob would be done talking, and just before you start to walk away from the door, you heard what would change your life, forever.

“You think? It’s just I- I wanted to talk to you, Billy. I'm sorry, but i love Y/N and I don't know what to do anymore.”

Your eyes widened and your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the inevitable gasp. Your heart started beating so fast, that you were sure they would be able to hear you. You tried, but honestly couldn't listen anymore. All you did was lay in bed, not believing what you just heard, not believing that Rob was telling Billy that he was in love with you. You had just heard what you had wanted to hear for so long and you couldn't help but start crying.

With everything you had been through, how come he never told you? Why did he wait until you were with someone to confess this? Your mind was racing with thoughts, both positive and negative.

It was when you heard Billy's footsteps that you knew you needed to slow down and tried to make it look like you were asleep. You pulled the blankets all the way up to your head, the movement of the bed being the only signal you had of Billy rejoining you. After that, there was a lot of movement, and sighing, as Billy unsuccessfully tried to go to sleep, and it wasn’t too long before you, eventually fell asleep.

~

When you opened your eyes, you checked your phone and noticed it was 11:05am. Rolling over you found the spot next to you empty and smiled. For a moment, your crazy mind made you think it was Rob the one lying next to you, and all of a sudden, everything came back to you. Billy’s late night conversation with Rob, ended with Rob confessing that he was in love with you.

Getting up you changed your clothes and went to the bathroom to wash your face and fix your hair. Billy wasn't normally a noisy person, but there wasn't a single sound coming from outside the room. A bit scared, of who you were going to find, you gingerly walked out of Billy’s bedroom to find him, jacket in one hand and his other hand on the door.

“Billy?” you questioned, stepping out into the living room. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Oh hey Y/N, I’m sorry, I was just going to go run some errands, but you seemed to be out cold, so I didn’t want to wake you.”

You thought about bringing up what you had heard last night, but still didn’t know how to feel about it all. After all, Rob had been plastered. There was a strong possibility, his confession was nothing more than the alcohol talking, and if that was the case, there was no need to jeopardize what might be between you and Billy.

“Since you’re up, would you like to come with me?” he asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“I appreciate the offer,” you replied with a smile. “But I think I’m just going to go home. I should probably call Bri and make sure she got home okay.”

That wasn’t a complete lie, but it also wasn’t the truth either. After they way her and Jason hit it off, you were going to want to find out the details of their night sooner or later, but truth be told you just couldn’t face Billy, with how messed up your heart and head felt.

As soon as you crossed the door to your house that day, you went straight for the couch, just to sit there, the moment you heard Rob saying he loved you on repeat in your head as you stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours. Rob is in love with me. With me. This fucking asshole, couldn't’ve said something, earlier? So we didn't have to get to this point.

Right in that moment you heard knocking at your door. All of your senses becoming alarmed. What if it was Rob? What were you going to tell him? Of course it was no shock that you were overthinking things again, and when you heard the voice of the person from the other side, you immediately relaxed.

Quickly getting up, you ran over and opened the door.

“Hey beautiful,” Briana stated casually, as she leaned against the doorframe.  

“Hey you, come in!” you exclaimed, stepping aside, so she could come in and place herself on your sofa.

Closing the door, you hurried over to sit down next to her and once you did, she wasted no time. “So y/n, how was it last night?”

You raised your eyebrow and looked at her with curiosity.

“It was...okay?” You replied, unsure of what she really wanted to hear.

“So, all is well with Billy?”

“Yes… why are you asking? What do you wanna know?”

You knew she wanted to say something just as much as you wanted to tell her something.

“Okay, well, last night Rob was clearly trying to get your attention, and you were almost just as bad,” she blurted out. “Seriously, you two need to talk because you couldn't be more obvious. Everybody noticed, even Billy too, I bet. Then the way he gripped onto your arms, and the look he had in his eyes? After you left, the girl Lily  left too and he just sat there and drank. You don't-”

Briana was talking about the whole thing, very passionately, and you knew you needed to tell her what you had heard.

“He's in love with me Bri,” you said, interrupting her and causing a wide smile to spread across your face.

“That's obvious, Y/N. You just noticed?”

Taking a moment to try to process things, you took a deep breath and let it out.

“I noticed last night, but not at the bar, he showed up at Billy's and told him that he… that he's in love with me and he doesn't know what to do anymore.”

Covering her mouth she began to laugh. “Holy shit, girl!!! How come you've been best friends since… forever and you both just now started to realize?” She shook her head. “You really need to go and talk to him.”

Standing up, she took a hold of your hands trying to get you to stand as well, but you got free of her grasp, and sat right back down.

“I can't. What about Billy?” You asked, feeling guilty and sad at the same time because now he was in the middle of all this.

“Rob told Billy he's in love with you, Y/N, but Billy is not dumb, and sorry for breaking the news, but it's obvious you like Rob too. Haven't you talked to him today, anyways?”

“No, I only saw him briefly because he was leaving and I woke up late.” Before you continued you noticed she had your phone and was typing away. “I’m sorry, but Briana, what are you doing?”

“Give me a second,” she said, pointing one index finger at you as she typed away. “Okay, you're meeting Billy at the Starbucks at 5pm. You'll go and talk to him and then... you'll talk to Rob.”

You looked at her, mouth agape, in disbelief. “I can't. I-”

“You can and you will. You need to talk with Billy. Come on, Y/N. This girl I am with now is not the same girl I met months ago, and now I understand why. You both were in this “friendship” of some sort and when feelings got mixed, you got scared, that's all.”

For a brief moment you became slightly agitated that she was making it sound so simple, but the more you thought about, the more you realized she was right. Now that you knew that Rob was feeling the same way, things had to change.

After that, she stayed to help you get ready to meet Billy. You talked about Rob and how things were when you were friends. Remembering all of that, eased your mind a bit and helped you to come to another important realization. It was time. You were ready to talk to Rob.

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