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rwprincess · 4 years ago

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New Week, New Friendships (Brian Johnson x Fem!Reader)

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Synopsis: Yet another “Monday after the events of The Breakfast Club” fanfic. But hey, this one was written by me! 😂 Continuation of “Canon Prologue,” but it’s not really that necessary to read first. It’s mostly the actual movie, but with a reader-insert who has a crush on Brian Johnson (because I always felt he needed to be loved). At the end of the prologue, she gives him her number to tutor her in math. The vibe of this fic is mostly slowburn fluffy crush stuff. I mean, they’re in high school and they’re nerds. It’ll take awhile, right? XD

Word Count: 9k (I don’t know how to shut up or stop. Clearly I don’t know how to end pieces either).

Relationships: BrianxFem!Reader, BenderxPlatonic!Reader,

CW: Swearing, hints of child abuse, suicide mention (nothing outside the scope of the original film though).

*~~~~*

You couldn’t remember a time when you were this excited to get to school. Not without it being for an extracurricular activity, anyway. However, given that you had made five new friends (more or less) on Saturday in detention, you were actually thrilled to be walking up the steps to Shermer High School. As you walked in the front door, a thought made you pause. You recalled Brian’s question from Saturday, “so on Monday, what happens?” Claire had told him honestly that she didn’t think she or Andy would be friendly with any of you, but Brian had sworn that he wouldn’t do that. You supposed it didn’t matter much if Claire or Andy didn’t accept you; if they gave you the cold shoulder. Brian’s opinion was the only one you really cared about, and while he hadn’t called you on Sunday, you hadn’t really expected him to. But, you were still hoping he’d keep his promise and that he wouldn’t brush you off or ignore you today. You weren’t sure how you would handle that.

While it wasn’t as cold as it was on Saturday, it was still the end of March, so you wore a white, ribbed sweater over a pair of jeans to school on this mild Monday. You had spent much of last night debating whether you should seek Brian out or just hope to run into him. A piece of you thought you should act cool and let it happen naturally, but you also remembered the pained way he had asked you all if you were going to remain friends. You felt like it would mean a lot to him if you made the effort, so you decided that first thing, you would stop by his locker. You didn’t really think of the implication that you knew where his locker was already and that he might catch on, but the thought hit you as you were headed down the hall that morning. You fiddled with your sleeves for a moment wondering how you could make it seem more organic to find him. Ultimately, you decided it didn’t matter much how you found him, it mattered that you were going to say hi to him to stop him from worrying that you would be friends today. You recalled looking right into those heavenly blue eyes when he had asked you on Saturday and saying “I would be honored to be your friend,” without a second thought. You had meant it, now you could only hope he was sincere as well.

You spotted his tall, lanky figure from down the hallway. You swallowed and exhaled shakily to gather your nerves to approach him. “Hey, Brian!” You said, as cheerfully as you could this early and grinned up at him. He almost seemed startled at first and stood up rigidly at the sound of your greeting. Then he turned to you and relaxed a little more, his shoulders dropping the tension. He smiled at you with that sweet, small smile you’d come to adore, braces glistening under the fluorescent lights. It just made your smile wider, and the heat you were feeling coursing through your body already increased. “How was your Sunday?” you continued, not really sure what else to say.

“Unfortunately, still grounded.” He replied and you looked at him sympathetically. You were, however, relieved that this sounded like a reasonable explanation why he hadn’t called. He had told you all at detention that his parents put a lot of pressure on him and that they weren’t very compassionate. You quickly suppressed the memory that popped up where he had confessed to the group that his detention was for keeping a gun in his locker. You didn’t want to think about that right now, especially while standing in front of him. Instead, you listened to him talk about his parents and their punishment before he asked you a similar question, “How about you? Were your parents still mad?”

You felt guilty that the truth was, your mom hadn’t minded much. She understood your reasoning and since this was your “first offense” at Shermer High, as Vernon had put it, she was happy to be lenient with you. She just insisted that you take the brunt of the consequences assigned to you, so you had accepted the Saturday detention with gratefulness. “Um, well…” you started, but the warning bell sounded for first period. “Shoot. I should probably get to class, but I’ll see you later?” You stated, trying to hide your relief. You didn’t want to make Brian feel worse about his parents or his situation.

“Yeah, definitely.” Brian said, and you looked forward to the prospect. Throughout that week, you tried to make routes past his locker happen as often as you could. Sometimes you would find him there and sometimes you wouldn’t. You’d quickly catch up on the class you’d just had before the bell would toll, telling you to move along and interrupting your time together. It didn’t keep you from daydreaming about future conversations while you were in class, though.

*~~~~*

On Monday, you also sought out Bender to see if you could eat lunch with him. You had spoken to your mom about Bender and his home life. She was receptive to you reaching out to him and even bringing him a lunch today. You figured he would not have one again today, as he hadn’t on Saturday. You figured you could test the waters of “will we all still be friends” as well and grease the wheels with some food. As much of an ass as Bender was that day, you recognized the pain that motivated his words and actions. Something assured you that he was a different person underneath. You spotted him right before lunch and raced to catch up with him. You didn’t want to draw too much attention to him and the fact that you’d brought him something, especially in front of his friends. He didn’t need embarrassment on top of everything he already went through. You figured it would be like adding insult to injury.

“Hey, Bender!” You squeaked as you were close enough to him to not be too obvious. He turned around and gave you a sweeping glance from head to toe that made you a little nervous. While he had said that he wouldn’t brush you all off, you weren’t so sure now that it came down to it.

“What?” He asked, still with that withering stare.

“I-uh.” You had lost a lot of your confidence from that look, but you tried to bolster yourself again, remembering why you had come to him in the first place and that he might need and accept your help. “I was wondering if you had plans for lunch.” You looked at him a little hopeful and he looked back at you curiously. You could sense the distrust radiating off him. You were about to follow up and remind him of what he said on Saturday, but he spoke.

“I don’t know. The usual, I guess. Just sitting with friends. Probably smoke.”

“Oh. Um, well, if it’s not interrupting or inconvenient-” you started, and noticed him motioning you to hurry up and get to the point. “I was wondering if we could eat lunch together. I even packed you a lunch. There’s a pudding cup and--” He cut you off.

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why? Why are you bringing me lunch or even being nice to me?” He furrowed his brows together, increasing the intensity of his stare at you.

“I just thought--”

“Are you like, in love with me or something? You know I made out with Claire the other day, right? I mean, I don’t like to limit myself or anything but I am kind of waiting to see how that turns out--” Now you cut him off. You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment and were wondering if that was really how you were coming off, when you didn’t mean to.

“No! No, I just. You know what? Here,” You grabbed the lunch from your backpack and thrust it into his hands, “you can just take this and forget I said anything. I’m sorry. I just thought that since you didn’t have a lunch on Saturday, you could use one today and I don’t know, I thought...you said that you’d be friends with us all and whatever. But I guess Claire was right.” Underneath it all, you were sure he was just putting up a wall like he usually did and you couldn’t blame him, but you were feeling too uneasy and flustered by his assumption.

You began to walk away in the other direction when you heard him growl “Hey!” You paused for a second and he approached you. “Claire was not right. Don’t ever say that.” ‘Of course,’ you thought, ‘that’s what he takes issue with.’ You turned back to him.

“Then what’s your deal?” You snapped, without meaning to.

“I just, I dunno. No one’s ever really thought of me before. Like, there’s usually no consideration so I don’t get what your angle is.” His response melted your anger.

“No angle. Just thought you could use it, is all. And I thought it might be nice to get to know you better.” You shrugged, “You told Claire she had no clue about any of your friends and I realized that I don’t know them either. I don’t really want to be like her.” You laughed, and he nodded as if accepting the reasoning.

“You sure you really want to meet them?” He said with an air of mystery and maybe playful danger? You weren’t sure but he seemed like he was joking in his tone.

“Sure. I mean, if that’s okay with you. Like I said, you could just have the lunch.”

He seemed to mull the proposition over in his head for a moment, and then (probably just to prove Claire wrong, you figured), he said, “Come on.” He turned on his heel and continued on his original route and you hurried to keep up with him. You soon caught up in-step with him and the two of you passed Andy, who looked surprised that you both were upholding your word and were associating with each other. He opened his mouth in shock and a few of his friends followed his gaze and snickered, but you quickly looked away and asked John where his friends normally met up. He responded that they were usually under the bleachers on the baseball field and you figured that made sense, since they would have to hide their smoking.

Honestly, Bender’s friends weren’t that bad. They were bewildered when you followed him under the bleachers and he introduced you. “She’ll be hanging with us today.” He told them in a tone that told them not to question him. There were three boys and a girl there, which you somehow hadn’t expected. You all exchanged some awkward pleasantries and learned their names.

After a pause though, the girl defied Bender by scoffing “aren’t you that drama geek?” You were stunned that she actually knew who you were.

“Um, yeah. I guess so.” You responded, somewhat regretting your idea to come along with Bender and enter a world where you were not welcomed.

“So what are you doing here?” She asked, with an air of accusation. You floundered for an explanation, but luckily Bender backed you up.

“We met in detention.” He looked over at you and smirked “She’s actually a badass.”

“Oh yeah? What did you do?” One of the boys, you thought he had said his name was Mike, asked.

“She stole all the frogs from the science department.” Bender laughed “This fucking hippie probably cost them hundreds of dollars.”

“Rad.” Mike said and your cheeks flushed. It seemed odd to be backed up by Bender or that something you felt was right, but kind of a dumb reason to be in detention, was looked upon highly.

“Why?” The girl asked.

“I don’t know. It just seems fucked up to me that they cut open living animals every year and make it a requirement. Like, we have textbooks for a reason. Seems like such a waste. And a shitty thing to do.” You shrugged and kicked the dirt under your feet. She let the topic go with a nod. Mike quickly changed the subject and asked them if they were going to go to an upcoming concert. The air relaxed a little and you all began sitting down to eat. Bender pulled the sandwich you had packed him out of the bag and nodded at you appreciatively when the others weren’t looking.

*~~~~*

Bender walked with you back towards the school and asked, “Well, was it everything you hoped and dreamed?” and scoffed a laugh.

“Yeah, just about,” you smirked back. “Honestly, they weren’t too bad. Mike seems cool enough.”

“Yeah, he seemed like he liked you.” Bender replied

“Yeah? You don’t think they minded me tagging along too much, right?”

“Well, Ariel might have. But the others were cool with it I think. She’s just skeptical, you know?” You nodded in understanding. You were sure your friends would react similarly if you brought Bender around.

“So, uh, can I bring you a lunch tomorrow?” You said after a moment.

“Look, Y/N. You don’t have to.”

“I promise it’s not because I’m in love with you.” You held up a “scout’s-honor” sign with your hand while you joked.

“I believe you.” Bender said, raising an eyebrow, “but I’m not necessarily a charity case either.”

You stopped walking, feeling awful for implying he was. You looked up at him with the most sincere look you could and said, firmly, “I don’t think you are. I’m sorry it came off that way. I just...I--you don’t seem like a bad person and Saturday made me rethink a lot of stuff about how I see the world and act here and...I wanted to change. I don’t think you owe me to help make that change or make me feel better about myself or whatever, but I just...I want to help if I can. It was really shitty how Andy treated you and I know that people talk to you that way a lot. And Vernon…” you trailed off for a moment, looking away, and thinking about how Vernon had tried to humiliate Bender and put his hands on him. “Well, I don’t want to add to that. Shit seems hard enough. So, I’d like to get to know you, if you’ll let me.” You looked back up to him. Bender looked stunned by your rant. He took a moment to collect himself.

“Fine. Bring lunch tomorrow.” You smiled at his response and continued walking. As you approached the building, he started to split off to where he needed to go. He gave a small wave and so did you.

*~~~~*

You continued lunch with John on Tuesday and seeking out Brian at his locker. You were also fortunate enough to catch Allison at one point on Tuesday and spoke to her briefly. She wasn’t much for talking anyway, it seemed, and she looked a little cagey as if she were trapped. You hadn’t seen her around yesterday, but today her makeover from Claire had seemed to have worn off and you weren’t sure if she and Andy were still an item or not. At the time, you didn’t think it polite to ask and ended the quick exchange with a “I’ll catch you later.” You truly hoped you did. Allison seemed like she needed a friend and you weren’t going to turn your back on her. On Wednesday, by some gift of sheer luck, Brian walked you to one of your afternoon classes. Just before the bell, he had asked where you were headed next, you told him that you were headed to English in the East Wing. He remarked that he was headed the same direction, which gave you a buzzing feeling through your body. You looked at him expectantly, and he generously did not let you down. “Can I walk you to class? I mean, since we’re both going that way, we could, y’know, walk together.” He said and cleared his throat. You nodded, perhaps too enthusiastically, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he didn’t mind.

“Yeah, sure!” You replied and started in the right direction, leading him to walk with you. It was nice, having the extra minute of conversation, but also to just walk down the hall in his presence. It gave you butterflies and made you picture doing so as a couple and having him walk you to all your classes, holding his hand...but of course, that was quickly interrupted when you arrived at your classroom and had to say awkward and hasty goodbyes.

The next day, at lunch, you were walking to John’s locker to hand him his lunch before heading out to be under the bleachers, per usual. However, when you reached his locker and handed him the paper sack, he suggested eating somewhere else. You agreed, but were a little wary about the sudden change. You followed his lead and ended up nearer the tennis courts. You were glad the weather was warming up since he seemed to consistently eat outside.

“Are the others meeting us here?” You inquired as John sat on a bench, facing you with one leg tucked underneath him.

“No.” He said, “Actually, I just wanted to talk to you today.” You gave him an unsure look before starting to open your own lunch.

“I noticed you were walking with the dweeb in the hallway yesterday.” He snorted, “You’ve become quite the benefactor, haven’t you?” You swallowed hard and looked at him, feeling your cheeks redden. You hadn’t seen Bender around but he had clearly seen you with Brian.

You tried your best to be nonchalant, “I said I’d still be friends with you all. I meant it.” You could see that look in his eyes that meant the gears were turning and he was going to try to trap you in your own words.

“Is that so? Tell me, who else have you seen, then?”

“I saw Allison on Tuesday,” you answered quickly. You figured he probably still talked to Claire so it wouldn’t be worth lying about that.

“And? What about Claire and Sporto?” Bender pressed, “Any engaging conversations with them? You said all of us, right?” You rolled your eyes in response; you knew he’d pick that apart.

“Well,” you said, “I did wave at Claire in the hall on Monday but she didn’t seem interested. And the only time I saw Andy was when I was walking to lunch with you. So…”

“That doesn’t sound like much of an effort.” He took a bite of his sandwich.

“I don’t really want to make the effort.” You admitted, biting into a potato chip. “I acknowledged Claire. She could have followed up.”

“And Jock Strap?” You chuckled at the nickname he had given Andrew, and then shrugged.

“I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t really think he’s a good person or very interesting. I mean, I wouldn’t turn him away or be rude or anything if he came up to me, but I don’t know that I’m going to go out of my way to talk to him.”

“Does that mean I’m interesting?” John waggled his eyebrows and you laughed.

“Very.”

“And what about the geek?” John urged

“What about him?” You asked, trying to brush off the question and act cool.

“Do you find him ‘interesting’?” He said it dripping with emphasis and sarcasm and you rolled your eyes again. “Or did you just find him wandering the halls and thought you’d say hey?” You weren’t sure how to respond. If you lied, he’d probably catch you in it. You didn’t even see him when you were walking with Brian yesterday; it was possible that you hadn’t seen Bender other times you’d talked to Brian. But, you didn’t really want to tell him the truth either, lest he tear you apart. You decided to tell him a truth, even if it didn’t really satisfy the question.

“No, I was talking to him beforehand. He’s supposed to tutor me in math. But we haven’t set anything up yet.” You were hoping he’d drop the subject, but in case he wouldn’t, you immediately followed up with a question of your own, just to be safe. “What about you and Claire? What’s going on with that?” That definitely diverted his attention and he groaned.

“I don’t know. I guess we’re still together? But it’s all still kind of a secret, like she’s hiding me.” You were surprised that he was being that honest with you, and then he continued, “that actually makes it kind of hot.”

“Ugh,” you choked on your bite of sandwich and rolled your eyes at his comment. “Gross.”

“Hey, different strokes for different folks.” He replied, “What have you got against Claire?” You could see he was trying to trap you into another argument but you were sure to weasel out of this one.

“Nothing. I just don’t get the appeal of being in a secret relationship, I guess. Not that it’s to do with Claire.” You hastily added the last part.

“Oh right,” Bender started dramatically, “I forgot that you’re in love with me so you’re just jealous,” he teased.

“Right. Definitely my secret. Good catch, John.” You replied just as dramatically and then frowned, “It’s just that...I think she should be proud to be with you, you know? And like, the general you, not just you, you.” You tried to emphasize so he wouldn’t torment you about your non-existent crush on him again. “I mean that everyone should be in a relationship they’re proud of because they want to be there.”

“Sure.” He gulped down his drink, “But it doesn’t always work that way, you know.” He raised an eyebrow looking at you meaningfully. “Unless you don’t know.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You huffed.

“You haven’t had a relationship, have you?” He asked, bluntly. You looked at him with focus, trying to decode if this was another trap or if you could reply realistically. You decided to go with the latter.

“No, I haven’t.”

“I suppose casual hookups are also out of the question.” He needled you for details, pointing at you.

“Yeah, that too.” You admitted. You gave a shrug and followed with “Haven’t found the right person or right connection, I guess. Especially since you’re taken.” You joked, making him chuckle.

“Hmm. And Johnson isn’t the right person either?” ‘Damn,’ he was astute. You hated that he brought it back around; you’d thought he’d forgotten all about the original point. You drew your knees up to your chest as you sat on the bench, considering what to tell him and how much.

“I suppose not.” You said, measuring your words carefully. “I, uh, gave him my number on Saturday and he still hasn’t called.” You realized how that could be taken and rushed along, “You know, to set up the tutoring.”

“Riiiiight,” Bender said with great exaggeration. “Girls consistently give out their number just for academic purposes and get bothered if they don’t get called.” ‘Shit,’ you thought. You should have known he’d pick up on that.

“Why do you care?” You turned it back on him.

“Hey, normally I wouldn’t. But you’ve helped me out this week. I guess I could help you out.”

“As in?”

“Well, for whatever baffling reason, you have a jones for Johnson. I mean, honestly I don’t get it and think you could do better, but like I just said, different strokes for different folks.” You pressed your forehead against your knees, regretting telling him anything. “Although I’m pretty sure you could just proposition him and he’d say yes.” Bender finished, smugly.

“I don’t--- Agh, fuck!” You swore, making Bender raise an eyebrow in surprise. “I’m good, John. I don’t need or want that help. Thank you. Okay?” He noticed the tension in your voice and usually, with anyone else, he would continue in order to get a rise out of them. But, in your case, he decided to drop it.

“Whatever. But if you change your mind--”

“Noted,” You cut him off.

*~~~~*

The following week, you still brought Bender a lunch each day, however, you couldn’t eat with him. You had Drama Club meetings during this time. The show was in just a few weeks and it was coming down to crunch time. Bender still took his lunches, and even said “thank you” occasionally. He found you at your locker after school on Wednesday and started to walk with you. He mentioned he’d taken the opportunity this week to ask Allison to join him and his friends at lunch, and that she seemed to be doing well and his friends accepted her rather quickly.

“I think it was less of a shift than it was to get used to you. Especially since she ditched that god-awful preppy makeover.” He laughed, as he began to push open the door to the outside. The springtime breeze accelerated in the draft of the door and you had to smooth your floral dress’ skirt back down. As you were looking down, you heard Bender chuckle, “what do we have here?” You looked up and your heart skipped a beat. You could see Brian’s tall, thin form walking away in front of you.

“No. John, don’t.” You started, but it was too late.

“Hey! Johnson!” Bender called out.

“Bender,” you almost growled, and he took note. He had noticed that you called him ‘John’ more and more and ‘Bender’ a lot less. He responded to your warning tone,

“Oh, come on now, I haven’t been able to socialize with this young man yet and I need to keep my word.” Boy, did he lay it on thick. You huffed in response, but then turned it into a smile as you approached Brian. “Hey, geek, it’s been awhile!” Bender addressed him and Brian’s eyes snapped from you to him and back.

“Uh, yeah, I guess it has. What’s- what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much, just enjoying the fresh air and getting out of that prison.” Bender jerked a thumb behind him, indicating the school. “Mind if we join you?”

“No, of course not.” Brian said, even though he sounded unsure. The three of you walked together to the bleachers before sitting down. You conversed about nothing much in particular, and you kept waiting for Bender to slip something inappropriate into the conversation. To your relief, though, he didn’t. After about fifteen or twenty minutes, he asked you if he could get a ride to work. You knew he was trying to save his money from working at an auto shop and you had taken him to work last Friday. You were afraid that in the stillness of the car then, he’d bring up Brian again, but he hadn’t at the time.

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” You said, standing up.

You figured he’d want to leave right then, but then he said, “You go on ahead and I’ll meet you in the parking lot. I want to talk to Johnson alone for a sec. I have something for him.” Your eyes bore into his, trying to warn him not to do anything you would have to later murder him for, but he just looked back at you blankly. Your expression shifted into a more puzzled one. You had told him you didn’t want his help and he had let the matter drop for almost a week now; maybe you were in the clear. You now assumed that he was going to offer Brian a smoke, and since you didn’t partake (and wouldn’t drive high anyway), he’d let you get a head start. So you nodded at him and then turned to Brian to smile and say goodbye. You put your book bag over one shoulder and skipped down the bleachers, trying to make sure you didn’t fall flat on your face.

When you arrived at your car, you checked behind you and there was still no sign of Bender. The worry started to set in again. “He better have kept his big mouth shut.” You muttered to yourself. You started to unlock your car and get in as you saw him approaching. You got into your car and started it up, then waited for John to open his door and take a seat. You turned down the radio as he did. “What was that all about?” You eyed him suspiciously.

“Nothing.” John lied, coolly, “I just offered him a smoke. He said no, by the way.” You figured that was probably for the best. Inside an abandoned library was one thing, but outside in the open seemed awfully foolish. You clipped your seatbelt into place and turned the stereo back up. “So...work?” John followed up.

“Yeah.” You agreed and put the car in reverse.

*~~~~*

That night, your phone rang. You didn’t think much of it. You figured it was one of your Drama Club friends or someone calling for your mom, even though she was still at work.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah, this is her.” You replied, not quite being able to place the voice.

“Hi,” the voice replied, with relief, exhaling. “Uh, it’s Brian. Johnson.” He really hadn’t needed to say his last name, your breath had already hitched at his first. You felt like you took an eternity to answer, but it was only a few seconds.

“Oh, hi!” ‘Smooth,’ you thought.

“Sorry I didn’t call sooner, I was still grounded and all that.” He rushed

“That’s okay. I get it. Don’t worry about it.” You were just so, so glad that he was calling now.

“Um, but now that’s been kind of lifted. I was wondering if you were available for tutoring on Friday?” He asked and the proposition made your skin prickle with electricity. You quickly thought of your schedule, and luckily Friday was available. You had it off as there would be a full-day rehearsal on Saturday at the school.

“Oh yeah, that works! I’m free.” ‘Not to sound too eager or anything,’ you scolded yourself.

“I can come by your house after school, then?”

“That sounds great.” You breathed back, smiling.

“Ok cool, see you then. Bye.”

“Bye.” You replied and heard the click of his line before putting your own phone down. You realized you were shaky and you weren’t sure if it was from excitement or from nerves. Your mind raced at all the potential possibilities and for a moment, you wondered what motivated him to suddenly call. Then you remembered Bender had asked to talk to him ‘alone.’ “Offered him a smoke, my ass.” You mumbled to yourself. However, you couldn’t be too upset with him, he had gotten results. Even if he was meddling when he shouldn’t be, you made a mental note to thank him later.

*~~~~*

Usually, you felt like conversation was pretty easy with Brian, but today you were a nervous wreck. You would no longer have the safety of a crowded hallway. Instead, it would just be the two of you in your house. Alone. No bustling noises to fill the silence, no specific destination or five-minute time limit, no backup Bender on the bleachers. On Thursday morning, you found Bender at his locker and playfully whacked him in the arm to get his attention. He jolted up, not expecting you. You gave him a stern look and said, “Tell me the truth, you didn’t offer to smoke with Brian, did you.” It wasn’t even a question, and he could tell by the way you said it and how your eyes were set on them that you already knew, so he shrugged.

“Okay, I told him to call you. So sue me.”

“I thought I asked you to stay out of it.” You countered

“Well, he had like another week and still didn’t call you. I figured that he needed a push. Or you did. Whatever.” His eyes raked your face and then it dawned on him, “He finally called, didn’t he?” He grinned victoriously as you frowned, trying to keep your stern expression and not give anything away. “So, did you loo-ove birds set a date?” He singsonged.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “He is just helping me with math on Friday. That’s it.”

“Oh, sure.” Bender said with an exaggerated wink. “And where might this rendezvous be taking place?” You groaned, knowing you’d already given him too much ammunition.

“I need to get to class.”

“Uh huh.” He replied and then laughed as you walked away from him, down the hall.

Now, it was almost four pm on Friday and you paced in your living room waiting for Brian to arrive. You had placed your backpack between the coffee table and the couch, figuring it was the best study space to utilize. Even though you were expecting him, you nearly jumped out of your skin when a knock sounded on the door. You quickly swept it open and stepped aside to welcome him in. He was wearing a white t-shirt and khakis with his signature blue Nikes. You drank the sight of him in as he entered past you. It was hard to believe this was really happening and you felt the jitters course up and down your body.

“Sorry to ruin your Friday with math,” he said as you closed the front door behind him. You watched, almost entranced as he took his backpack off his shoulder and placed it next to the sofa in one fluid motion. He seemed a lot more confident than you did at that moment, even though it was your house. You motioned for him to have a seat, and he did. He plopped down saying, “I’m sure you’d much rather be on a date or something.” ‘Only with you,’ you thought in that fleeting moment.

However, instead you said, “Ha! I don’t really date.” You looked at him meaningfully as if he could have read your previous thought, but then figured you were staring at him too long. God, when had your palms become so sweaty? You rubbed your hands down the thighs of your jeans, then, “can I get you something to drink? We have water, milk, juice, Coke…” you rambled. Wow, this is not like I planned at all, you started to think, getting more nervous by the second. Luckily, Brian responded that he’d take a Coke, so you all but bolted to the kitchen. You were going to have to struggle to feign normalcy. ‘He’s just here to help you with math homework. It’s not a date. You’re fine.’ You told yourself and repeated it in your head a couple more times for good measure, as you poured his drink. You returned to the sofa and set down the Coke and quickly busied yourself on the other end of the couch with finding your textbook. Not that that was very far, you were maybe six inches from him. But you felt like you could gain some composure if you didn’t look at him. Maybe you could pretend that he was someone else. You were an actress after all, right? You pulled out your textbook and put it on the coffee table with a heavy thump before you started flipping through it. “So, this is where we’re at in class, and I don’t know, I’ve been lost for the last two chapters, I feel.” You laughed nervously, trying to make a self-deprecating joke.

“Oh. Yeah. Uh, can I see?” Brian said, and you started to push the book toward him, but he was already moving forward, leaning over in your direction. Your breath caught in your throat as his thigh pressed against yours. He quickly grabbed the book, though, and sat back. You tried not to sigh with relief. You felt ridiculous, of course. You weren’t sure what you were so worked up about. You had touched him before. Fleeting touches to his arm, sure, but you still had touched him. You felt more determined to get over yourself and your overreaction, so you finally looked at him. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye for a moment before skimming the page. You were sure he could hear your heart pounding and he probably thought you were a total geek, the way he was looking at you. You knew you needed to calm down and act more naturally. “Oh, yeah. Okay, I know this.” He said, finally, “What part do you have to do for homework? We can start there.”

“Oh, uh,” You bent forward to dig through your backpack for your assignment. You flipped through the pages of your math notebook before replying, “Page...155. All the odd problems.”

“Great, okay.” Brian said and started to read the first problem aloud. He asked you a question about how to set it up, to see what you already knew. You answered to the best of your recollection. You were able to tell him what step should come next as well. You noticed his eyes widened a little. “You actually know a lot more than you think you do.” You noticed him smile at you and you returned with a relieved smile of your own.

“Thank you,” you almost whispered, “I always feel like I’m so lost and that I don’t get any of it. It’s kind of nice to hear I’m not so bad off,” you tried to laugh it off, but you could see him looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite pin down. Pride? Awe? You weren’t really sure, but you quickly looked down at the work again and asked him a question now that you were feeling lost. The rest of the session flowed pretty well, you thought. Brian was very patient and had a knack for explaining the problems in a way that made sense to you. When you were finished, he asked to use your phone to call his mom for a ride. You could have driven him home, but you didn’t want to press the issue, even though he said he would have to stay an extra half hour. Of course, you didn’t mind spending the extra time with him, that is, until it became an uncomfortable silence. You both were sitting on the couch, not really sure what to say to each other now that math was literally off the table. Brian shifted and cleared his throat before asking you a question.

“How’s the show coming? I mean, the play?” You were thrilled that he remembered you were in the Drama Club and that he would ask, however the question caught you off-guard.

“Oh!” You said, wide-eyed, “It’s coming along great, I think. It’s um, actually just a couple of weeks out. You suggesting today was actually really lucky,” you said, “we’re getting down to the wire. We actually have a rehearsal tomorrow. Another Saturday at the school,” you chuckled, trying to make a joke.

“What’s the production, again?”

“Grease.” You smiled. “I’ve always really enjoyed the movie and the show. Um, I’m playing Marty.” You looked down into your lap and fiddled with your fingers. You felt like you were getting a little carried away with your enthusiasm, and you were a little nervous about having a secondary part, to be honest.

“Do you get your own songs or anything? Like, a solo or a monologue?” Brian asked and your head shot back up. You were pleased to see that he knew the proper terminology. Something about that fact gave you goosebumps.

“Yeah, I get my own song during the sleepover scene,” you nodded enthusiastically, “I really like it but, honestly, I’m pretty nervous.” Your eyes searched Brian’s face to judge his reaction to that confession, but you couldn’t quite read him. “I’ve never had a focused part like that before.”

“Well, that’s great! I mean, isn’t it?” Brian responded and you couldn’t help but laugh that he seemed more excited than you did about it. His support encouraged you to follow up with the question you’d been wanting to ask him.

“I was thinking about asking The Breakfast Club to come.” You almost whispered it, nerves catching you again. You placed your hand on his forearm and looked up into his eyes, which honestly didn’t help you gain much traction with your nerves. You could get lost in those eyes. “Would you, uh...maybe like to go?”

“Of course,” he breathed, without missing a beat.

“Oh my God, great! Well, I mean I think it is. I’m not actually sure if it’s better to have friends there or if that just makes it more nerve-wracking. I mean, Allison and Bender would be brutally honest about the show, right?” You asked, more confessions pouring from your lips. You knew Brian would be kind about the whole thing no matter what, but you were truly shaken about how the others might respond. You weren’t sure if it was even worth inviting Claire or Andrew. You continued, telling Brian about how you could see Bender acting there, referencing the slow clap he had given Claire when she shared her talent of putting on lipstick without her hands. He didn’t really reply though, and just sort of nodded along to the conversation. ‘Oh great, now I’ve bored him.’ You thought.

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Brian’s mom honked at your curb not long after, and you felt a little relieved. Brian had gone oddly quiet after you brought up going to the show and you thought maybe he regretted committing to it, but was too nice to say anything. He shot up and headed to the door, a little too quickly for your liking, as though he were trying to escape. “Thank you again, Brian. I really appreciate your help with the math, and you coming by.” You said, earnestly.

“Oh, of course” he replied, but something about his tone seemed off. He was out the door quickly and closed it behind himself.

“Okay, then.” You said to yourself. He had left you alone with your thoughts and now you had no choice but to dissect the entire afternoon. It felt like a rollercoaster. You had been so nervous to begin with, and he almost seemed relaxed and confident. And then you two had pulled together on the math and it felt so easy. Well, the conversation and interaction, not so much the actual math. Then you had been stoked that he asked you about the play, and that you were able to talk with passion about a subject. He had seemed interested at first, right? He was asking follow-up questions. But then, he suddenly seemed so disconnected in the conversation. You couldn’t tell if he’d lost interest and you didn’t know how to change the subject or what. Your palms were sweaty again from overthinking. Again, you rubbed them on your jeans. ‘This is going to become a nervous habit,’ you thought.

You struggled with your thoughts for a few moments before caving in; you decided that maybe you did need Bender’s help after all. You had no idea how to decode a boy, and while you weren’t sure that Bender really spoke the same language as Brian, maybe he could give you some insight. It was probably better than the total nothing you had right now, right? You figured he was still at work so you called the auto shop and asked to speak with him. After a few moments of their phone being placed to the side, a familiar voice picked up.

“John? It’s Y/N.” You said, and bit your thumbnail. You were now uncertain about this call but you were already speaking, so you figured you might as well go through with it. “Um, do you want to come by my house after you get off, for dinner?” You knew food would draw him in.

“Yeah, I guess?” He sounded uncertain as well.

“I just...I want to talk to you and get your opinions on some stuff.”

“Oh, I see.” You could hear the self-satisfied smirk in his tone. “I’ll be outta here at about 7. How do I get there?” You provided him with your address as well as instructions to your house.

You had dinner ready shortly before he arrived. It was just mac and cheese and a salad, but you figured that was better than nothing.

“Nice digs.” He said when he walked into your house, taking off his jacket.

“Uh, thanks.” You said, and took his jacket from him to hang up. One of his coworkers had dropped him off and you were sure to give him a ride home after.

“So, what’s with all this mysterious ‘Come see me, I need to ask you something’ stuff?” He arched an eyebrow at you, taking in your features with that ‘lawyer-look’ he gets.

“You have to promise not to laugh and swear not to tell anybody we ever had this conversation.” You said, “And I really mean it. Last time I asked you not to mention something, you fucking did.”

Bender made a cross motion over his chest and held up his pinky “I promise. Now, what’s so serious?” You groaned in response and rubbed your hands over your face. You really didn’t want to tell him, but you also felt like you had no choice. You needed answers, perspective.

“It’s about Brian, of course.” You grumbled

“Oh, so you do want my help?” He grinned

“Shut up.” You said, “But yes.” He laughed at that and you started to lead him into your kitchen/dining room to eat while you discussed. “He came over today,” you continued, “to help me with math.”

“Riiiiight,” he drew out, “so how did your little date go?” You chose not to correct him on his word choice and instead dove into the truth.

“Honestly, that’s why I called you over. I have no idea.” You recounted the whole afternoon while Bender shoveled down the pasta. “And then after he said he’d come to the show, he got kind of quiet. I don’t know, it was weird. That reminds me, I want to ask you to come too. Well, everyone from Breakfast Club.” You said. “Do you think Claire would come?” You weren’t sure why you were shifting the topic when you wanted his opinion about Brian. Maybe you were stalling, trying to stave off the blow.

“Yeah, sure. I mean, I’ll come. I don’t know about Claire, but probably.” He grinned conspiratorially, “I’ll invite Mike too, I bet he’d love to come.” You furrowed your brow, not really sure what to make of that comment. “As for Johnson,” he began, pushing back in his seat a bit and placing his hands behind his head, “I have no fucking clue.”

“Oh God,” you began, “helpful.”

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t exactly speak ‘dweeb.’” He stated, “If it were me, I’d probably get that you were hitting on me, but I doubt he got the same message.” You rolled your eyes

“This dinner is solely to pick your brain as friends, I promise.” You wanted to make sure he knew that this was strictly platonic. Asking a boy over for dinner could be seen as flirting, you realized.

“No, I got that. I mean, you don’t hit on a guy by asking him about another guy.” He deadpanned, “What I meant was that Johnson has no idea what he’s doing or how to read you either. I don’t know what set him off that he was quiet suddenly, but…” then an idea dawned on him. “Maybe your conversation was too friendly.”

“What? How so?” You leaned in, as if he were dispensing life-saving advice.

“Well, you asked him to do something personal for you and he agreed, but then you said you went on about inviting other people and having friends in the audience? I mean, what a way to make a guy feel special.”

“Oh my God, I did.” You sighed, realizing that Bender was right. “I---I have no idea...how do I fix that?” You asked, sincerely. He seemed to mull the thought over for a moment.

“I’m not really sure. Girls who are sure to make it known that we’re ‘just friends’ usually don’t try to backtrack.” He looked at you pointedly, since you had made sure he knew you just wanted to be friends from the beginning. “Girls who want to be more than friends usually don’t say that kinda shit outright.” He concluded.

“I’m so screwed.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” He gave you hope, “Johnson has no idea what he’s doing either. To both of you dorks, this is probably wholly normal.”

“Thanks for the reassurance.” You glared at him a bit.

“Any time.” He grinned. Your front door suddenly opened and your mom entered.

“Oh, hi mom!” You called out. Bender’s eyes went wide, he never knew how to act around parents. He never really made a good impression. “This is John Bender,” you indicated as your mom entered the kitchen.

“Well, hi, John, it’s nice to meet you.” Your mom began and held her hand out. Bender leapt to his feet and shook her hand in a fashion more respectful for him than you had ever seen. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” He looked at you, startled, that you had brought him up to your mother, but you looked away. He looked back at your mom.

“Nice to meet you, too.” He said quietly and you almost laughed at the different side you were seeing to John ‘bad boy’ Bender.

“There’s extra food in the fridge,” you told your mom, “I wasn’t sure what time you’d be home.”

“Oh, I wasn’t so sure, either.” She replied, gently squeezing on your shoulder. “Thank you.” She worked unpredictable hours and since you were already making a meal for more than one, you figured you should include her. She started to fix herself a plate and asked John if he had any plans for the weekend. You began clearing your own dishes and prepared to drive him home. You could tell that he was uncomfortable and out of his element here.

“No, not really. Working, mostly.” He replied

“Oh, where do you work?” Your mom followed up and you smirked while doing the dishes. John was used to doing the grilling and now he was on the spot.

“I uh, work at Bert’s auto shop.”

“That’s nice.” Your mom said, taking a bite of salad. “Mechanics is one of those industries that is always needed. Can’t go wrong there.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He eyed her a little suspiciously. Most adults looked down on that kind of work and pushed for college or some other nonsense that would not fit in his lifestyle.

“Well, mom,” you said, relieving Bender of his duties, “I told John I’d take him home. Better keep my promise.” You smiled at him to let him know you were getting a kick out of all of this.

“Oh, of course.” Your mom said, “Well, drive safe. It was nice to finally meet you, John,” she said.

“Likewise, ma’am.” He responded, getting up to leave.

“Ma’am” you whispered mockingly as you passed him and he hushed you. He waved goodbye to your mom, which you weren’t expecting. When you reached your car, John began again:

“You told your mom about me?” His tone was smug, but there were hints of curiosity and uneasiness there.

“Yeah, I told her about everyone that Saturday.” You said nonchalantly. “But I also asked her if I could bring you lunch so she wouldn’t question why more bread was being used than usual. She’d probably think I stole rats from being dissected and was hiding them to feed or something.” You joked, still trying to brush off the fact your mom knew about him and about his needs. You weren’t sure how he’d take it.

He was quiet for a moment and then he said, “She seems nice.”

“She is,” you replied. “I know you don’t think anyone gets along with their parents, but she’s okay.”

“What about your dad?” He asked and you winced.

“Ha, I guess that’s where it evens out. I get along fine with mom. But I haven’t seen him in a long time,” you conceded. Before he could ask details, you told him that your dad had run off with another woman a few years back and rarely, if ever, contacted you or your mother.

“That sucks.” He said and you nodded. You knew John could be ‘real’ and serious, but you didn’t want to put him on the spot too much. Most of the drive from then on was pretty quiet and he mostly just gave you directions. He looked nervous as you pulled up to his house. Generally, he didn’t let people see the personal side of him like this unless he’d known them a long time. Not even all of his friend-crew had been to his house and he usually dreaded going home. He stared at the house for a moment before gripping the door handle to let himself out of the car.

“Wait!” You said, “I don’t want you to read too much into this or feel weird about it but,” you grabbed a pen from your cup holder and grabbed his hand. “Call me if you ever need anything, okay?” You looked up from the number you had scribbled on his hand and tried to look into his eyes seriously. He looked back at you, somewhat stunned. He decided not to make a big deal out of it and nodded once before exiting the car. You weren’t sure what had possessed you in that moment, but the way he looked at his own home told you that he needed an escape route.

#the breakfast club #breakfast club #brian x reader #brian johnson #brian johnson x reader #john bender #bender #platonic #friendship #reader-insert #2nd pov #2nd person

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gerrycoco · 3 years ago

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And she is done!! Here is the final chapter of “The Warmest Heart of Ice” my fanfic for the TOL comics by @nwarrior777

This is definitely longer than I originally thought it was going to be but I’m really happy with how it’s turned out.

Hope you enjoy and you can also read it on my ao3

Chapter 7

I thought I was going to be fine. That I was gonna be chill, that I was gonna play it cool (no pun intended). I’d made my way to the room I was to be sharing with Brian with full focus and determination that I was going to do my job and not get sidetracked. That lasted about a whole 5 minutes.

At first it was okay. Brian was quiet and gloomy so I tried to make some small talk to lighten the mood as we got to the room and settled in. I definitely wasn’t doing it to distract myself from the fact that I would be sharing a room with a guy I was finding cuter and cuter by the second. Things were going fine as I started to place things around the room, then I heard Brian’s yell of distress.

“DEMIAN!”

I’d turned around in surprise, startled by the intensity of the cry.

“It’s like in the test room!” Brian had whimpered with tears streaming down his face, looking utterly terrified as he began turning more and more red.

My mind had gone completely blank in that moment and I moved by sheer instinct. Before I fully realized what I was doing I’d found myself embracing Brian, channeling my ice powers to soothe the heat that was boiling inside the boy beside me.

Now a few hours later I was lying awake in bed, unable to sleep, going through that moment over and over in my mind. When Brian had asked me if hugs were my method I’d tried to play it off like I’d actually known what I was doing. In all honesty I hadn’t had a clue, this was the first time I was helping someone out with this sort of thing. Somehow my subconscious must have decided that my earlier thought about how Brian looked huggable was a good idea.

I’d told myself I would stay friendly and platonic only to have myself gay panic and hug my crush at the first opportunity. Not only that, I’d somehow dug myself even further as he’d just kept holding onto me by suggesting that I could hug him just for funzies if he wanted to. So much for trying not to catch feels I guess. Of course he just had to go and blush after that which made him look even cuter. Thankfully I’d called him buddy just before so he knew that we were just bros and all that.

Yet somehow I couldn’t quite convince myself that I hadn’t somehow just made things that much more complicated for myself and Brian moving forward. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was feeling just yet. This was all very new to me and I didn't want to mess things up, especially since my job was to help Brian, not fall in love with him…

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The next day I tried to be careful around Brian, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was constantly finding myself accidentally flirting with him. I had a full blown crush by now and knew I needed help before it got any worse. Problem was that I kinda had to always be with Brian since I was his ‘bodyguard’ and all so it was quite hard to get a moment to myself to try and sort through all my feelings.

Thankfully I managed to finally get away in the afternoon while Brian had an appointment with the doctors. That morning we had gone to his first training session, which long story short had been a bit of a disaster. Given how unstable Brian’s powers still were the staff had wanted him to go do some more tests to make sure there wasn’t any other health issue going on. I took advantage of this to go and find Tamara. I really needed to talk to her before I fully lost my mind.

Going to see her I was able to catch her up about my new job with Brian as I hadn’t really had the chance to talk to her yet about it since everything had happened so quickly the previous day. I had barely gotten past telling her about my first meeting with Brian when she excitedly cut me off.

“Oooh is he cute? Is he nice? Does he like you? Do you like him?!?!” she rattled off the questions so fast I could barely keep up.

“I.. um… uh, well….” I stammered in response.

“Oh my gosh you totally do!!!!” Tamara squealed.

“That’s kinda why I’m here,” I admitted to her, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I think I might have feelings for him but I don’t know how he feels. I also don’t want to make him uncomfortable, I mean he just got here after all.”

“Ah yeah, you have a point,” Tamara replied, pursing her lips as she thought for a moment. “Well why don’t you just wait a few days and see how things go. That’ll give you guys time to get to know each other a bit more and have a better idea of how you feel about this guy.”

“Yeah that sounds like a good idea,” I said, still feeling somewhat anxious about the whole thing.

“Well you just think about it while I go and grab you lovebirds some snacks,” Tamara said with a wink before poofing away and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

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Over the next two weeks Brian and I got settled into our new reality at the Academy. This included notable moments such as finding out we were both huge musical theatre nerds and Brian and Tamara meeting which led to my practically having a heart attack with her almost blowing my cover. During this time Brian and I got closer as I was able to find out more about his life before his awakening.

While he still struggled significantly with his powers I could also see that he was very talented in so many other ways. Of course he had also had his own fair share of personal struggles. I got to see that he hadn’t gotten to experience a loving and supportive family like I’d had, but somehow he was still such a kind and warm person (no pun intended). All of this was just making me fall for him more and more every day, no matter how hard I tried to keep things casual and platonic.

It was starting to get really intense and I couldn’t help but feel like I kept seeing signs that maybe, just maybe, Brian liked me too. Part of me wasn’t sure however and I was afraid that I just wanted this so badly that my mind was playing tricks on me. Tamara did her best to reassure me and kept trying to convince me to make a move.

I was thinking about all this one evening as I scrolled away on my phone, more or less paying attention to what I was looking at while Brian was at the desk writing in his observation diary.

“Demian? Can I have a hug?” Brian asked, after having shut the diary quite suddenly.

“Sure buddy,” I replied, smiling to myself as I got up to hug him from behind around the chair he was sitting on. “You really love hugs, huh?”

“Sorry it’s just… so nice feeling… feeling safe,” Brian answered, leaning back against me.

I was quiet for a moment, feeling my heart beat faster and faster in my chest as I suddenly got an idea. “You know,” I said, “I can give you something more than a hug.”

Brain was silent for a beat before responding. “What would that be?” he asked, his eyebrows curving quizzically.

“A kiss,” I breathed out, trying not to overthink what I was doing. “But only if you want to,” I added quickly as I pulled away.

“I… I think,” Brian responded, red seeping into his cheeks, “I think I do.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, not wanting to force him into anything after all.

“Yes!!!” Brian answered enthusiastically.

My heart soared as I smiled down at him, suddenly feeling very bold. I grabbed the sides of the swivel chair Brian was sitting in and spun it around so he was facing me. Carefully, I settled myself into his lap, his soft gaze looking up at me. My hand went to cup his chin as I smiled once more before leaning in to press our lips together.

The kiss was soft and warm and gentle as it lingered, my arms snaking around Brian’s neck while he held me close to him. I pulled away with the biggest grin as I buried my face in Brian’s neck. “Nice kiss, darling,” I said, the term of endearment pouring out of me from all the affection I felt towards him.

“Want another one?” I asked, pulling away to look at Brian’s face. “Yes yes yes yes yes!!!” Brian kept repeating as he nodded eagerly.

“Alright I got you,” I replied with a chuckle before leaning in again for another kiss.

#temperature of love #tol #fanfic #pov fanfic #fluff #ao3

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idkmanilovethebeatles · 4 years ago

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hey guys! once i read a fanfic about the Sgt. Pepper launch party but i never found it again! so i just made my own version, based on what i remember from that other story and adding some things to the plot as well. if you wrote the original version, i'd love to read it again!

so here's my first paul mccartney x reader fic, hope you enjoy!

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Abbey Road Studios, 9 am.

You and Paul have been seeing each other for quite a while now. You got along pretty well, but he never properly asked you to be his girlfriend. It never really bothered you, you don't really cared about labels. You knew he really like you and you liked him too, so what was to worry?

You worked near Abbey Road so sometimes you'd hang around the studio with Paul before the other guys came around, playing some tunes and enjoying each others company for a bit longer before you two had to work. They were working on their next album, Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, finishing up some songs. Paul had been really tense lately, worried about the album and being really bossy with the guys.

Paul headed straight to the piano. You sat in front of him and grabbed his left handed guitar and started playing with him. The fact that you were left handed as well was a perfect excuse to play his beautiful guitars. You two started playing some little tunes and some improvisation as well. Some time later, the door opened and John came in dancing to the song you were playing.

"Oh, what a nice surprise!", he greeted you, "She can even play with you! Are you replacing me, McCartney? After all these years?", he said joking, sounding like he had just been cheated on.

"Mornin! You don't have to worry, he's all yours Johnny boy!" you laughed at him.

Paul blushed his cheeks and kept playing the piano, while John started tuning his own guitar. George and Ringo came right along.

"I guess we have a new guitarist!", George said jokingly, "Can I go home then?"

You laughed and smiled at the man. "Hey, Geo. Good morning!"

"Good morning, kiddo", said George giving you a kiss on the forehead.

"Good mornin, love", said Ringo as he pets your head kindly messing up your hair and making his way to his drum kit.

"Alright, fellas, I'll just grab some tea and we'll start recording ok? Tune up!", said Paul while leaving the recording room.

You stayed chatting with George and Ringo while John followed Paul out of the room.

"She's a really nice bird, y'know?", he said to Paul.

"Yeah, I really like her", said Paul while looking down to avoid eye contact with John.

"Oh yeah? So why are you being such a bastard? C'mon, man! Ask her hand!", John said teasingly. "Or else... You're gonna lose that girl..." He said jokingly and singing the lyrics to their own song.

John headed back to the recording room, leaving Paul alone with his thoughts. Maybe John was right, he was done messing around with all the girls, he just wanted to settle down. Better than that, he just wanted to settle down with you.

Paul made his way to the recording room and was surprised to not see you playing his guitar anymore.

While the boys chatted, John grabbed his guitar and started playing the chords to "You're Gonna Lose That Girl" in the background.

"Where's y/n?", he asked confused.

"She just left, she was late for work", said George while tuning his guitar.

"Maybe you can catch her if you run, I don't think she left the building yet", said Ringo.

"If you don't treat her right my friend you're gonna find her gone...", John sang laughing teasingly at Paul.

"Oh, fuck off!", he said and made his way to catch you before you left.

Paul ran as fast as he could when he saw your figure just crossing the front door.

"Y/n! Wait!", he ran to you and managed to grab your hand.

"Oh, hi Paul. I'm sorry I didn't kiss you goodbye, I lost track of time and turns out I'm really late", you said surprised that he came after you.

"Don't worry, love. I just wanted to ask if you'd like to come to our album launch party? As a date, I mean", Paul asked you. He didn't think he would be so nervous to ask such a simple question.

"Well, yes! I'd love to, really.", you grinned at him. "I was beginning to wonder when you would ask me out properly", you said teasingly.

Paul laughed. "I know, I've been so stressed lately that I end up not giving you the attention you deserve. I'm sorry. But hey, it's a date! A real date.", he said and gave you a peck on the lips.

"Ok Mr. McCharmly, I'll see you then! And I hope I don't lose my job because of you", you said laughing and made your way to work.

Paul headed back to the studio with a stupid grin on his face. He had it all planned out. The boys were warming up, playing some tunes in the recording room.

"Ok boys, no more joking around, let's record 'Getting Better', shall we?", he said to the boys. Deep down, he knew it was all getting better indeed.

Sgt. Pepper launch party, 8pm.

You came into Brian's house and was immediately greeted by George.

"Hi, Y/n! I'm glad you came", he hugged you, "Can I help you get something to drink?"

"Hey, Geo! Yes, please! I'm in real need of a drink tonight. Have you seen Paul?"

"I didn't see him yet. The man has been so crazy lately, how can you deal with him?, he said jokingly.

"I've got some tricks", you answered winking at him. He laughed.

"Good evenin fellas, how are you in this fine night?", John said in a heavy british accent and approached you two. "I see Mr. Bossy is not around." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"I was just asking her how she can handle him like that", said George.

"A kink for dominance, I suppose", John joked. "He really misses you, y'know", John said in your ear.

"I know how moody he's been. I'll look around for him. Thanks, John".

You excused yourself and went looking for Paul. He was outside, a cigarette in his mouth.

"Need fire?", you asked him.

"Y/n! I'm so glad you came!" You could see the relief in his eyes. He hugged you tight.

God, he was tired. You could see he hadn't sleep well for days. You lit his cigarette for him.

"Thank you, ma'am", he said cordially, "So, what do you think?"

"Everyone loved the album, you know that? You can see how jealous Mick Jagger is of your made up band", you joked.

He laughed. Paul was really nervous about the reception the album would have from the public. It really was something new, a concept album, The Beatles not being The Beatles. Maybe an unconscious escape from himself.

The music was loud inside the house and it had just started playing "The Way You Looked Tonight" by Frank Sinatra.

"God, I love this song", you said and started humming along the melody.

"May you concede me this dance?", Paul asked for your hand.

"Yes, sir. But I don't really dance, so don't blame me if I step on your feet".

You took his hand and Paul embraced his arms around your waist, while you put yours arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder. He started signing the lyrics to you, right in your ear: "Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm. And your cheeks so soft... There is nothing for me but to love you and the way you look tonight".

His voice was calm, he really meant what he sang. You really looked stunning that night with your black dress that suited so well for your body. The moon was bright and made such a beautiful contrast with your eyes.

Paul spinned you around and lead you two to the corner. He pressed you on the wall and looked deeply into your eyes and then to your red lips. He kissed you tenderly, slowly, moving his hands down to your waist. He already knows this path really well, but everytime you're together he explores your body like it's the first time. He just never gets tired of touching every part of your curves. He'd been waiting for this moment for so long, he couldn't wait to be in your arms again. You broke the kiss and started to make a path of kisses to his neck. He was wearing a grey scarf that night.

"Excuse me, sir", you gently untied the knot on his scarf and sucked on the exposed skin of his neck. "So you'll see this mark and remember to call me tomorrow for a next official date."

He laughed to himself. He knew he would never forget that night, the way you looked and the way you danced. And the best was yet to come, you just didn't know yet. He looked deep into your eyes and whispered close to your ear:

"Marry me."

#paul mccartney x reader #beatles fanfiction #beatles x reader #the beatles imagine #paul mccartney imagine #paul mccartney #the beatles #the beatles fanfiction

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parmelde · 3 years ago

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Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday NWarrior!

I was so happy to write a little TOL fanfic for your birthday! Thank you for sharing your lovely comics and being an awesome person!

If you haven’t read Temperature of Love go and do that! It’s so gay and wonderful. Fic is under the cut. General spoilers for the comic as a whole.

Summary: Tamara’s birthday is coming up and the boys need to find her a present. They break some rules, meet someone awesome, and know that they have the best friends in the world!

“Hey boys,” Inga said, coming over and sitting down next to Brian and Demian at the lunch table.

“Hi Inga!” they chorused.

“So Tamara’s birthday is coming up and I want to do something really special for her. I need your help though.” Inga told them.

“Of course!” Demian said, grinning.

“What do you need us to do?” Brian asked.

Inga grinned and told them of her plan. The boys were on board and couldn’t wait to celebrate Tamara’s birthday.

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“Okay, I’m not saying we should panic, I’m just saying Tamara’s birthday is coming up and we have no gift for her.” Demian said as they cuddled in bed that night after Inga talked to them.

“Maybe we can make her something?” Brian suggested.

“Except I’m horrible at making things, you know this.” Demian reminded him.

“I could make something from both of us?” Brian suggested again.

“Thank you for the offer honey, but I really feel like I need to get her something as well. Not just piggy back off of you and Igna. I mean she’s one of my best friends and always helping me out. I just want to do something for her for once that will make her happy.” Demian explained with a sigh.

“We’ll think of something!” Brian said. “What does Tamara like?”

“Inga,” Demian laughed.

“What about those cat shirts she always wears?” Brian suggested. “You could get her one of those?”

“How though? We’re here at the academy. The shirts are out in the world at the mall.” Demian hung his head in defeat.

“Too bad we don’t have teleportation like Tamara, we could just sneak out and buy one and then come back.” Brian agreed.

“We might not have teleportation, but we can still sneak out.” Demian said, lifting his head and waving his phone that was lit up with a call from his mom. Brian looked at him in confusion, but before he could ask Demian had answered the phone. “Hi mom! I’m good. Brian and I are just hanging out. Actually, I have a favor to ask.”

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“I cannot believe that you had your mom break us out of the academy!” Brian whispered as they snuck through the halls.

“Shhh.” Demian said, bringing a finger in front of his lips to remind Brian they needed to be quiet as they were sneaking out of the academy. Demian looked around the corner, the coast was clear. He hurried to a back door that he knew wasn’t locked and alarmed. He quietly opened it and then slid outside, Brian close behind him. He made sure to leave the door partly opened so they could sneak back in. There was a black car waiting across the street from them. They quickly ran across the street and slid into the back seat of the car.

“Hi mom!” Demian said as the car smoothly pulled away from the curb and down the street.

“Hi boys! How are you doing?” Demian’s mom asked, grinning at them in the rearview mirror.

“My heart is racing!” Brian admitted, holding tight to Demian’s hand.

“Don’t worry Brian, we won’t get caught.” Demian reassured him, wrapping an arm around Brian. His heart was indeed racing. Demian usually enjoyed when Brian’s heart raced, at night when they were in bed, but not in this situation.

“It will be okay Brian.” Demian’s mom said from the front seat. “Breaking out of the academy is partly a tradition. All though not as much of one anymore as it used to be. My girlfriends could tell you stories of the things they got up to!”

Brian took a steadying breath and snuggled more into Demian’s side. It would be fine. Demian would be with him the whole time so his power would be fine. He was much better at it now. Especially since he and Demian had talked and worked things out.

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By the time they got to the mall Brian’s heart had stopped racing at least a little bit. Of course now they were going to be at the mall with a bunch of people, strangers. Brian hadn’t been out in the “real world” in months now. He took a deep breath as Demian’s mom parked the car and they got out and walked into the mall.

“All right, let’s meet at the food court in an hour, sound good?” Demian’s mom asked. The boys nodded and waved goodbye as she went to do some shopping of her own.

Brian smiled as Demian took his hand and led him to the tshirt store. They walked around looking at all the funny tshirts that were on the walls. There were a few that were okay, but none that really fit Tamara. Sighing, they left not buying anything just yet.

“I think there is another store on the other side of the mall that has some of the comics and things Tamara likes.” Demian said crossing over to look at the mall map. “I just don’t remember what it’s called.”

“I don’t think the map will help us much then.” Brian said, titing his head to read the writing.

“No, but I wanted to see where the bookstore was. They have comics sometimes too.” Demian pointed to the map.

“All right, then that’s where we should go!” Brian agreed.

They headed off in the direction of the bookstore weaving their way in between people and kiosk shops.

“Brian look!” Demian said, coming to a sudden stop causing Brian to bump into him a little bit. Brian wrapped an arm around Demian and looked to where he was pointing. There was a kiosk with shirts and posters and an airbrush artist. They were painting a family that was sitting and posing.

“Oh, do you want to get a painting?” Brian asked.

“No, well I mean at some point it would be fun, but look at the characters they have on some of the posters. That’s Tamara’s favorite game!” Demian walked over to the poster in question.

“Oh you’re right! That would be the perfect present!” Brian agreed.

“I don’t remember these characters though, they look different.” Demian frowned in puzzlement.

“That’s because they’re not from the game.” The artist said, coming over to talk to them. They had finished the family portrait. “I draw people in that style as though they were characters in the game.” The artist explained.

“Can you draw based on a picture, or do you need the people to be here in person?” Demian asked.

“A picture is fine.” the artist replied.

Demian pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photos. “This one?” he asked showing the artist the picture.

“Oh, for sure, that is adorable! I’m NWarrior, they/them pronouns.” the artist introduced themselves.

“I’m Demian, he/him, and this is my boyfriend Brian, he/him pronouns as well.”

“Nice to meet you boys!” NWarrior said. “I have to say, Brian, I love your mascara.”

“Oh! Thank you!” Brian blushed a little bit and Demian gave him a big smile and squeezed his hand.

“Yes, he looks very good in mascara.” Demian gave Brian a small kiss on the cheek.

“Stop! You’re making me blush!” Brian gently pushed him away.

“Oh my gosh, you two are just too adorable!” NWarrior grinned at them. “So, who do you want me to draw?”

“This is our best friend, Tamara.” Demian said, showing them the picture again. “It’s Tamara’s birthday coming up and she is always helping us and getting things for us and thinking of fun things for us to do. So we want to get her a present that she will love and thank her for all that she does as our friend.” Demain explained.

“This is one of her favorite game series, so a picture of her as a character in that game will be the perfect gift!” Brian said.

“I love that! Do you want to watch me paint it? If not, you can send the reference picture to my phone and pick up the painting in a few hours.” NWarrior offered.

“That sounds good, we were also hoping to go to the bookstore and maybe get her a few comics too.” Demian said, opening his phone to get NWarrior’s number and send them the picture.

They quickly exchanged numbers and made sure NWarrior had some good pictures for reference and then waved goodbye to continue on the way to the bookstore.

They wandered through the shelves of books, looking for themselves as well as Tamara and Inga. They were able to find some good books and checked out.

“We need to go meet mom at the food court.” Demian said, checking the time.

“Oh that’s good, because I’m hungry!” Brian laughed.

They made their way to the food court and found Demian’s mom. They got food and told his mom about the present they were getting Tamara and showed her some of the comics they had gotten as well. “This is all so sweet! You boys are going to make Tamara’s day!” Demian’s mom said, smiling at them.

“We might even be better than Inga’s gift!” Demian joked.

“I don’t know, Inga’s got a pretty good one too.” Brian reminded him.

“Well, I’m sure Tamara will appreciate and love all of them!” Demian’s mom said.

“Oh, my phone!” Demian said as he felt it vibrate in his pocket. He took it out and looked at the message on the screen. “Oh! NWarrior’s finished the painting!”

“Let’s go pick it up!” Brian jumped up in excitement.

The three quickly cleaned off their table and headed back across the mall to NWarrior’s kiosk.

The boys waved and practically ran over to the kiosk once it was in sight. NWarrior grinned at them. “I’m glad you are so excited! Ready?” the boys nodded. NWarrior turned around the poster they had painted. The squeals and yells of excitement from the boys caused a few heads to turn.

“It’s perfect!” They said.

“I’m so glad that you like it!” NWarrior handed it over to Brian while Demian got his wallet out to pay.

“We love it and Tamara will love it too.” Brian said.

“Yea, our screams will be nothing compared to hers.” Demian grinned, giving NWarrior a large tip for the wonderful painting.

“Oh my, you all are so kind and generous.” NWarrior said as they received the payment and tip. “I actually have a little something extra here for you two.” NWarrior handed over a small painting of Brian and Demian in a heart shape. “I had some extra time and you two were just too adorable to not draw!”

Brian and Demian once again squealed and cheered very loudly. “Can I give you a hug?” Demian asked.

“Yes, please can we hug you?” Brian asked.

“Yes!” NWarrior replied and all three of them wrapped their arms around each other.

“Okay, you are our artist from now on. Anytime we want art done, we’re going to ask you. Okay?” Demian asked.

“Repeat customers are a dream!” NWarrior replied.

“Well we have your number so we will be in touch.” Demian waved his phone in the air. “Thank you so so much for all of your wonderful lovely work! You are truly amazing!”

Brian nodded in agreement. “Yes, thank you for being so awesome!”

They said goodbye and made their way back to the car with Demian’s mom. The whole car ride back they were both practically vibrating with excitement. “I’m texting Inga to make sure she’s still distracting Tamara so we can sneak back in and hide the presents.” Demian said.

“Good idea, we also should probably try to calm down some. I feel like I’m going to just blurt out everything the moment I see Tamara.” Brian said, trying to take a deep breath.

Demian’s mom pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car. They gave her quick hugs and thanked her for taking them to the mall and then quickly snuck back in through the door they had left propped open. They managed to not run into anyone and make it back to their room safe. They hid the presents and then collapsed onto the bed.

“All of a sudden I’m exhausted.” Brian said, cuddling next to Demian.

“Sneaking out and hiding things is tiring!” Demian agreed, yawning.

In the next minute both of them were asleep.

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“Happy Birthday To You!” Demian, Brian, and Inga finished singing.

Tamara grinned. “Thank you!” She took a deep breath and blew out the candles. Tamara got the first slice of cake and then Inga gave the boys each a piece before getting one for herself. They all enjoyed the cake and ice cream.

“All right, present time!” Demian said as they finished their last bites.

“Yay! Presents!” Tamara clapped her hands in excitement.

“Open these first.” Brian said, handing her a rectangular package.

Tamara did so eagerly and grinned as she saw the comics. “Ohhh! These are the new series! How did you get these?”

“We may have gone on a little adventure.” Demian winked at her.

“Ohh! I want to hear that story!” Tamara exclaimed.

“There’s not much to tell, and we’re not as good as you and Inga at telling stories.” Brian shrugged.

“Open this one next.” Demian said, handing over another rectangular package, this one a lot thinner.

Tamara opened it and stared for a moment in silence to fully comprehend the picture, and then she screamed. “OH MY GOD! AHHH!! OH MY GOD IT’S ME! AS A CHARACTER FROM MY FAVORITE GAME! OH MY GOD! I’M A CAT!!!! A CAT FROM MY FAVORITE GAME! AHHHH OH MY GOD!!!” She continued to scream a combination of words and incoherent noises for the next five minutes before she finally calmed down enough to listen to Brian and Demian tell of how they snuck out of the mall and met a great artist and had them draw her for her birthday.

“You are always doing so much for us, getting us things, taking us places, coming up with ideas of things for us to do, we wanted to let you know how much we love and appreciate you.” Demian explained.

“Yes, you are truly a wonderful friend Tamara and we wanted you to have a great birthday!” Brian added.

“Oh you guys!” Tamara said and pulled both of them into a hug. Inga came around from behind and lifted them all up. “I have the best friends in the world!” Tamara declared.

Inga put them down and they let go of each other. Tamara’s smile was from ear to ear. “Seriously, I love this so much. I can’t wait to hang it up in my room!”

“We also have the artists number so if we want other art we can ask them for future paintings. They’re very talented and nice and even drew an extra little picture of us.” Demian told Tamara.

“Oh! Yay! I can’t wait to have them do another picture of Inga and I!” Tamara turned to find her girlfriend and got a second surprise of the day.

Inga was standing in a field of flowers in a flowing robe. “Holy buckets! How did you get all the flowers inside?!” Tamara asked. “Oh my god my girlfriend is so hot!” she said, somewhat quieter. Tamara quickly made her way over to Inga.

“Happy birthday my darling!” Inga said as she gave Tamara a hug and a kiss. “You know my family runs a flower shop, so it just took a little work to have them set up a field of flowers for us to enjoy. You are always so kind and take us to so many wonderful places. I wanted to take you someplace this time.”

“I know I said it before but I’ll say it again, best friends and girlfriends ever!” Tamara yelled and then kissed Inga.

“And that’s our cue to leave!” Demian said heading towards the door with Brian.

“Happy Birthday Tamara!” They said as they waved goodbye to the two kissing girls.

“Well, that was a very nice party and I’m glad Tamara was happy.” Demian said as they went back down the hall to their room.

Brian nodded. “It was worth it to see her face and reactions, I’m so glad we could make her feel happy and appreciated.”

“We do have good friends, don’t we?” Demian said as they snuggled into bed.

“The best.” Brian agreed, giving him a kiss and smiling.

They were great friends and he was so happy to have them in his life.

Fin

I hope you liked it! Thank you again for all of your lovely art and comics! <3

#temperature of love #tol #nwarrior #queer #comic #fanfic #comic rec #my writing

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jacepens · 3 years ago

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1: HamilTurn(you can differentiate if needed) or MCU, 2: Washette, 3: Anna Strong

And generally a fandom list would be nice to know what to pick from ;) (Love you♡)

You said HamilTurn or MCU and I say both, I'm going to try my best haha. But anyway, thank you!:) Apologies in advance if this gets rambly, but that's the point of this right? Anyway, for ease of scrolling sake, I'll probably put a cut if this gets long but don't worry, it's just me talking a whole bunch lol. Ok, thank you again!! <3 (love you too!)

1. Hamilton/Turn (fandom)

Favorite character: I have to say Lafayette for both. Oh and Mary

Least favorite character: I have no real reason behind this so sorry but Burr, and Simcoe for many reasons

5 favorite ships: washette, lams, hamliza, benwash, whamilton

Character I find most attractive: ...all. But I have to say overall Brian Wiles as Lafayette. That face just…🥺

Character I would marry: Mary Woodhull or Eliza

Character I would be best friends with: you know I'm not sure, but in an ideal world Lafayette (both versions) or Ben but I feel like we wouldn't be best friends. But also everyone, is that an option? Even some of the "villains" would have good stories to tell

A random thought: I feel like most people in the fandom now are so new (they joined in with the movie release!) and unaware of the uh atrocities of back in the day. And y'all are lucky, but those of us who know. Know. (yes, I was unbearable but that's ok because I was having fun, and despite what I just said: have fun in your fandoms even if you're "unbearable", just keep it welcome to all and enjoy the enthusiasm you have for it:))

An unpopular opinion: Oh boy. Maybe stop making quick judgments about people based on what they write/who they ship? There is a line, but I've genuinely never seen it crossed by anyone at least openly sooo just let people have fun? And don't say anything about something? Unless it's actually harmful but even then, keep it to a dm or something and have an open discussion. Just let people vibe, please? Especially younger fans. Just, I’ve seen a weird amount of negativity towards them. They’re kids having fun, we all used to be like that so please, be kind and patient. They’ll learn if they make a mistake. Ok? Ok cool:) (maybe not unpopular but still I wanted to say it)

My canon OTP: Am I allowed to say lams?

My non-canon OTP: washette, wow, who would've guessed? xD

Most badass character: Mary my beloved

Most epic villain: Robert Rogers hands down

Pairing I am not a fan of: no one murder me, but in general I'm just not a fan of jamilton. also whatever was the deal with Anna and Abe

Characters I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): um. Where to begin? Honestly I think every woman in Turn at one point or another, except perhaps Peggy in my opinion. Oh but especially Anna. Also Simcoe. With Hamilton, probably again everyone at some point, but the way Angelica was written just feels so overwhelmingly fictional it bugs me. (But at least Hamilton had some genuine relationships between women, not great but still)

Favorite friendship(s): Ben and Caleb, Washington and Lafayette (what?? yes, you fools. lol). It may sound a tad ~cringey~ but I generally like Hamilton's vibe with the boys, maybe it's just the gender envy, but it's kinda cute and fun.

Character I most identify with: well jeez, I won't lie but Washington. In both versions, except god knows I could never be that chill. Also a dash of Laurens.

Character I wish I could be: wow what a loaded question ummm. I don't want to be like him, but I want to be like in his position so Hamilton lol. Playing an active role but I know personally I am not cut out for a battlefield, so a desk suits me well.

2. MCU (fandom-that I am so out of date from, please take all of this with a grain of salt)

Favorite character: so when I was younger it was Tony Stark but now it’s definitely Wanda and T’challa

Least favorite character: ummm. I genuinely couldn’t tell you, I’m very out of date

5 favorite ships (canon or non-canon): wandavision, …ngl I can’t think of anymore, I honestly never shipped many and wandavision was like the only couple I remember really liking. Oh, I don’t know them but Loki/Mobius and/or Sylvie

Character I find most attractive: embarrassing confession time, Loki was my first bad celebrity crush. Wanda now and Shuri is cute. Also Sylvie

Character I would marry: if I could, Wanda

Character I would be best friends with: Vision and Peter Parker

A random thought: y’all it’s been so long since I’ve touched MCU I should catch up/refresh shouldn’t I?

An unpopular opinion: I don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion but I’m going to say it anyway. Personally, I really don’t like the movie Civil War, I think it’s what sorta made me disinterested in mcu. It’s been years since I’ve watched it so maybe I would have a completely different opinion if I saw it today, but at the time it just felt so...wrong? And childish? I literally don’t even remember why they were fighting or how that movie even ended (I feel like it just wasn’t satisfying??) but I think also, as a kid or teen watching that, it reminded me sooo much of the dumb drama that, you know, kids get into. I mean, getting your friends on someone’s side like that?? Like, I know they were mad but- but there are other ways of dealing with emotions??? And involving everyone's friends too? So yeah, it just felt off to me at the time, and looking back now, from what I remember, it just frustrated me. Especially as a kid who deals with dumb drama like that all the time, kids would want to see a better example especially from adult superheroes or at least not be reminded of the bs they have to go through sometimes. But, rant over, that’s all just my opinion:)

My canon OTP: wandavision

My non-canon OTP: ummm. I guess just Loki/Mobius and/or Sylvie lol

Most badass character: I have to say Natasha but actually there are many

Most epic villain: when I was younger I liked that Ultron was voiced by Robert California from the Office lol

Pairing I am not a fan of: I don’t know if it’s popular but I never liked Tony and Pepper. What happened with her?

Characters I feel the writers screwed up: I guess I’ll say Thor because I just felt such a weird difference in his personality that did not make sense to me

Favorite friendship: Wanda and Pietro!! Honestly I think a lot, there were a lot of good friendships but I can’t think of which ones are my favorite

Character I most identify with: ummmmmm.

Character I wish I could be: My gut says Thor

3. Washette (ship-bless you<3 get ready for rambles oh no)

When I started shipping them: So I first had the thought in 7th grade while my history teacher was talking about them and my little brain went: haha that’s pretty gay. (teacher keeps talking about them) wait a fucking minute, that is pretty gay! But it wasn’t until I got sucked into Hamilton that I really started actively shipping them by reading fics and what not, but something about them became an instant favorite. And later (little personal story time) I pretty much completely stopped reading fic and being active in fandom for years and actually, when I got my first panic attack that - no joke - lasted for 5 hours, for some reason my brain (as it’s decaying lol) said I want to go and reread all my favorite washette fics and also do what I was I always too scared to do. Write!! So that night I binged the fics and found myself falling in love again, feeling all the old passion I had for them again, and the next night (still very shaken) I wrote an outline of a good ol washette confession + kiss that was extremely thoughtful and good, and honestly, I have not actually used that outline yet! Maybe I’m saving it. But yeah, this is a long answer, but I have a weird amount of attachment to them and this ship, I wish I knew why too. <3

My thoughts: so many. Too many. First of all, I love that I have so many versions of them in my mind, right? When I started writing, I had never watched Turn but then I did and then it was like: hell yeah, another washette set. At this point, my brain has created it’s own unique version of them but it’s like, they’re so versatile! That’s one neat thing about this fandom as a whole, we get more than one character and personality and that’s just fun right?! More specifically on washette I mean, they’re just so sweet. Historically, their relationship is unique and cute, and you’d have to be a fool to think that to Washington Lafayette was just another friend. Even strictly platonically, it was something special and it’s so obvious I just love them. Ok. Enough thoughts for now <3

What makes me happy about them: the loooove, the comfort they found in each other, the fact that like every person at the time documenting them knew and understood they were special to each other like, they were just that in love.

What makes me sad about them: oh so much that I try to ignore lol. There is the one year when Lafayette went to France and all his letters to Wash are like: “I have not received one letter from you, but it’s ok, I love you and I know you love me too :)” WHO WAS NOT DELIVERING THESE LETTERS, I HAVE NAMES, NOW I WANT ANSWERS. Anyway, also just most things that happened when Laf went back to France. And then when he visited America in 1824 and visited Washington’s grave. Yeah. ow. (also, you know what, I have done too much research on this event. lmk if you would like a post)

Things done in fanfic that annoy me: Generally, I’m not annoyed by much in fanfic at least with them and what I’ve seen. I’m still nostalgic for the old school nonbinary Laf fics, so it ain’t those. Literally maybe it’s because I’m starved for content but I can’t really think of anything, I love it all.

Things I look for in fanfic: back to the whole starved for content thing, I am a library of washette fics but I think if I was to pick a certain thing that I would love it’s just um fluff? And honesty, if that makes sense. Love confessions are very good as well. Canon era, please :) pining but not too much that it hurts me lol

My wishlist: literally all my wips. If I could whisk them into existence I could die happy and knowing I have put a variety of washette content in the world. Something else though, more fics :’) I love writing but sometimes I want to curl up with a cozy, new washette fic like a cup of hot chocolate and be surprised and learn something new and just..yeah:)

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: what. Ok but actually, Martha and Adrienne because they are both honestly perfect for them and I love them too (I’m going to be biased, especially Adrienne)

My happily ever after for them: Can Lafayette just move the family to America? But also, it’s sad, but like I know Laf would be sad in America while France suffers. So...maybe a world where things in France go better and Lafayette gets to visit Washington more often and bring the family!! (Washington visit France too??)

4. Anna Strong (character)

How I feel about this character: I like her! She’s fun and…strong (oops lol) and she’s made some mistakes sure, but I feel like she did her best to learn from them and move on

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Honestly, I know they didn’t have a lot of interaction in the show but Anna/Mary has potential. And Anna/Edmund

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: her and Ben and Caleb

My unpopular opinion about this character: I really can’t think of anything unpopular

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: in general, her having more screen time with less men you know? I mean like one-on-one kind of scenes. Also I would’ve liked to see at least her and Selah talk. Like, really talk. They never really did that, right? I just have so many questions about them

Favorite friendship for this character: Anna and Ben

My crossover ship: I have no idea

And well, I know it’s been a few days but for a fandom list, I’m just a weeb lol but here

Octopath Traveler (my beloved)

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Star Wars

Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

Persona 4

Zelda (to a point)

Pokémon

What We Do in the Shadows

Sailor Moon

Literally anything historical

Ok!! I tried to add a lot because I’m not sure what you might know or not haha. But thank you again!! I had fun <3

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poppykru · 5 years ago

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This is a collection of my favourite canonverse fanfiction. I actually started reading bellarke fanfiction last year when season 6 premiered so a lot of the fanfics you see are old and popular within fandom. Nevertheless, I love them and they deserve the recognition for how awesome they are. 😊 I went through my bookmarks twice and I am sure I still missed some, but this is getting really big and has now taken me so long to compile so this is the list. I’ll update it once the show is over. For now though, enjoy!

To all the writers, thank you for your beautiful works! I appreciate you so much! 💖

Most are one shots because that is just my preference for format. Some fanfics are within the universe, but not part of canon (e.g. Ark AUs) so I have put at at the bottom under Canonverse AUs. I tried to list them in order of time in canon but some were difficult to classify.

One more thing, this is a Bellarke fic rec. If it was a general the 100 fic rec, this would include some great non-ship fics I’ve read or other ships. I might do a mini fic rec with those. (Also, I’ll probably post a big AUs fic rec, because my true love is AUs and i have read some masterpieces everyone needs to read!)

With that I am done. I hope you enjoy my collection and please don’t forget to show all these amazing fanfic writers some love - give kudos, bookmark, comment! Let’s support our content creators! 💖

Single Chapter

Inconceivable by @johnnyjaqobis

Explicit | 8,798 words

Bellamy and Clarke have to perform a ritual to seal a grounder aliance. It’s unconventional.

Just the Beating of Our Hearts by @hiddenpolkadots

General Audiences | Fluff | 4,683 words

He leans into it, tilting his body towards her where she still stands between his legs, and they’re so, so close, breathing in each other’s air before his eyes flick up to meet her gaze and then— Abby opens the door and steps out of the supply closet. “Clarke.”

or, 3 times Bellamy gets hurt and one time he isn’t.

Strong as an ox by @wellsjahasghost

Season 1 | Teen and Up | 5,399 words

Clarke tries to rescue Bellamy from some Grounders holding him captive, but things don’t go quite as planned

Here we go Season 1 The line between love and lust does not exist.

Meet me in the Morning by @argyledpenguin

1x03 | Explicit |Time Loop AU | 25,375 words

“I guess one of us is messed up,” he said, “and it’s part of our hallucination that the other is, too.” He paused. “Seems appropriately hellish that my mind sticks me with you.” She pursed her lips. “Likewise.” Clarke is trapped in a stupid time loop, and guess who’s trapped with her?

Sing the rage of Peleus’ son Achilles by @viansian

Season 1 | Mature | Angst | 10,858 words

“I have spent my entire life afraid of men thought to be gods,” he finally says. “I’ll tell you a secret, princess: these men? The ones who claim to be deities? Their blood isn’t ichor. They bleed red like the rest of us, and sometimes they need to be reminded of that.” or Clarke is abducted by the grounders. Bellamy freaks out.

and just as the sun chases after the moon (i will always chase after you) by @viansian

Post season 1 | Teen and Up | 12,013 words

He had once gone into hell for Octavia. He wonders at what point he had begun to love Clarke as much as his sister.

In the Silence Between Worlds (that’s where I’ll find you) by @viansian

Season 2 | General Audiences | Fluff | 12,647 words

It’s a goddamn tragedy that both of them could be so incredibly in love with each other and yet neither could notice it.

aka everyone knows Bellamy and Clarke are in love except for Bellamy and Clarke.

I loved him first by emmaofmisthaven

Season 2 | Teen and Up | Unrequited Love | 1,306 words

Clarke is missing and Bellamy is going after her. From Octavia’s POV.

Eight Minutes Against a Tree by @cupcakesandtv

Season 2 | Explicit | 2,320 words

Clarke and Bellamy use each other to relieve tension.

The Mating Habits of the Earthbound Sky Person by @ponyregrets

Season 2 | General Audiences | Fluff | 2,320 words

Clarke and Bellamy don’t know how to relationship.

Here be Dragons by ms_scarlet

Post 2x08-2x09 | General Audiences | Hurt/Comfort | 1,121 words

“Well, here we are.” She gestures towards the space beyond the electrified wire in front of them. “We fell from space only to find a pit full of monsters except they didn’t warn us that we’d find them in ourselves.”

All You Have is Your Fire by @hawthornewhisperer

Post 2x09 | Teen and Up | Angst | 2,402 words

Bellamy didn’t think he could survive Mount Weather. But he did, and somehow the aftermath is almost worse.

Do you look like me? Do you feel like me? by heroic

Post 2x16 | Teen and Up | 511 words

There are some selfish wants Clarke will not allow herself, even when everything is dirt with decomposing bodies.

Gifts by winterwaters

Post season 2 | Teen and Up | Fluff | 4,154 words

Bellarke are at a grounder festival. Clarke is pretty and Bellamy is flustered. Fluff.

What We Have to Do by ms_scarlet

Post season 2 | Teen and Up | Hurt/Comfort | 4,910 words

As the air turned cooler, the forest burst into color and the leaves started to fall, and all Bellamy saw was death and decay. He realized that Clarke had been gone longer than he’d known her. He’d lived most of his life without knowing her, so it didn’t seem like it should be such a striking realization, but crashing to Earth was such a cataclysmic event, he realized he’d been thinking of it as a new life beginning and now she’d been out of it longer than she was there.

This One’s for the Faithless by @argyledpenguin

Post season 2 | Explicit | Angst | 22,645 words

“He couldn’t worry about her, about how she’d fare, and whether she’d find her way home eventually, or make a home with strangers, learning to forget the friends she’d killed for. He needed to worry about those friends, to look after their people like she’d asked him to. “She doesn’t need us to go after her,” Raven said. “She knows how to survive.” They’d trust her to return when she was ready, and to look after herself in the meantime.”

who cares if we're trashed by @probably-voldemort

Season 3 | Teen and Up | Fluff | 2,180 words

"Propose to Bellamy." Murphy said it like it was easy, like she wasn't drunk off her ass, like she wasn't hopelessly in love with him. "Unless you're chicken."

The End Where We Begin by katebishoop

Pre 3x06 | Teen and Up | Kid fic | 10,553

Clarke and Bellamy are tired of war and bloodshed. So they run.

Hungry Hearts by @insideimfeelinpurrdy

Post 3x16 | Explicit | Hurt/Comfort | 5,663 words

We all swallow lies when our hearts are hungry.

Field Medicine by storyskein

Post season 3 | Teen and Up | Fluff | 3,558 words

Clarke decides that Bellamy needs to learn first-aid because his bandage wrapping technique is pitiful.

I’ve Got You Here by ms_scarlet

Post Season 3 | Explicit | Hurt/Comfort | 18,383 words

“Here.” He thrusts one of the cups at her and she sets the rake aside to accept it. “You owe me a drink.”

Five Years Later by storyskein

Post Season 3 | Explicit | Fluff | 6,845 words

Five years later, and everything is finally right

To the Order of Night by storyskein

Post season 3 | Teen and Up | Fluff | 2,620 words

Bellamy and Clarke hang out after a long day of preparing for Arkadia’s exodus. Drinking, poker, and cuddling ensue.

Soap by @verbam

Post Season 3 | Teen and Up | 3,571 words

Perhaps because of the late hour, or the heat limiting most duties to half day shifts, the hammam is surprisingly empty when they reach it, their voices going hushed in the echoing room. Clarke realizes as she glances at Bellamy that they’ve never been entirely alone here together. They’ve rinsed off here together before, but that’s easier when they’re surrounded by their friends: Bellamy distracted by Brian snapping a towel at him and Jasper splashing everyone in cold water. Clarke tends to sit with Raven, stretching their legs out on the warmed metal after they’ve scrubbed down and enjoying the steam and hubbub of Arkadians around them.

Right Within Your Heart (This is How It Starts) by @prosciuttoe

Post Season 3 | Teen and Up | Fluff | 6,270 words

Bellamy has never had a enjoyable Christmas. Clarke seeks to rectify that.

Cold Bones by @insideimfeelinpurrdy

Season 4 | Explicit | Major Character Death | tw: depression | 4,152 words

The world dies screaming, protesting violently at every turn, fighting for survival. He dies silently, whispering reassurances into the radio, walking fast and with purpose but without hope. The apocalypse can’t be stopped, and there aren’t enough lifeboats. Bellamy decides to take himself out of the equation.

if it was safer underground, we wouldn’t be on a boat by heroic

Season 4 | Teen and Up | 1,005 words

Did you feel it, too? Clarke wants to go back and ask, lean herself against the bark and look at Bellamy in the night. Do you miss this too, when everything hurt and we still thought we could be better than we are?

And If My Heart Should Stop by @octannibal-blake

4x06 | Teen and Up | Fluff | 1,905 words

The one where bellamy decides it’s time to tell Clarke how he feels.

Whenever the End by @sometimesrosy

4x11 | Mature | 2,173 words

It’s the night before the conclave and the end of the world is nigh. Clarke and Bellamy needs to sleep and Clarke convinces him to share her bed. But waking up in his arms crosses the distance they’ve kept between them.

How I learned to stop worrying and love the apocalypse by @kindclaws

4x12-13 | Explicit | Time Loop AU, Exes to Lovers | 16,407 words

Bellamy and Clarke keep reliving the last few hours before Pramfaya.

Just enough, but not enough by @rycewritestrash

Post Seaosn 4 | Teen and Up | Fluff | 1,173 words

They’re leaning against the rover, sharing an apple, back and forth, discussing their plans for the day when Bellamy says, “We should get married,” in the same tone he’d use if they were talking about what’s for dinner.

The Silence by @sometimesrosy

Season 5 | Teen and Up | Reunion fic | 5,872 words

Clarke and Madi stumble upon spacekru, finally returned. Everyone greets her, except Bellamy.

Think of Me as Time of Day by @octannibal-blake

Season 5 | Teen and Up | Reunion fic | 5,872 words

Three times Bellamy misses Clarke and one time he doesn’t have to.

You’re Just Another Recovering Heart by @prosciuttoe

Season 5 | Mature | Pining | 10,814 words

Bellamy gets into the habit of writing letters to the girl he left behind in the six years they’re apart. But as it turns out, Clarke’s alive, and she’s read them. Or: the fallout of a love confession six years in the making.

Forty Yards by @the-most-beautiful-broom

Season 5 | Teen and Up | Angst | 3,825 words

Bellamy and Clarke are caught in the crossfire of an Eligius/Wonkru battle, and in the fury of it all, Bellamy refuses to leave Clarke behind.

I’m so fucking happy you’re alive/swear to god I’m down if you’re down by heroic

5x13 | General Audiences | 679 words

He wants to go back there, to press his hands against the bare skin of her back, to breathe her in.

I Feel Like We're as Close as Strangers by @eyessharpweaponshot

Season 5 | Explicit | Angst | 7,277 words

“This isn’t about Madi," Bellamy tells her, voice even and certain. "It isn’t about me leaving you on Earth." Clarke’s expression is steel but he can read the discomfort off her a mile away. She’s holding her arms too tightly, her teeth clenched like she’s said too much. "This is about Echo." Even though he knows it is, his heart is still belting in his chest while he waits for a response. The knowledge is overwhelming - because if this is about Echo, it means Clarke might…she might… "Why would this be about Echo?" Clarke says blankly, like she’s bored - like he’s way off the mark. He’s not. "You tell me."

Astra inclinant by @hermesmultivitamins

Post season 5 | Not Rater | Sharing A Bed | 1,814 words

The inevitability of Clarke and Bellamy is obvious to everyone except themselves. Or, the story of how it took 130 years and two planets for Clarke and Bellamy to realize what everyone else already knew.

Do You Feel the Way We’re Falling out of Touch? by @eyessharpweaponshot

Season 6 | Explicit | Time Loop AU, Angst | 13,279 words

Clarke and Bellamy are over and he has moved on, it’s just something Clarke has to accept. They have a job to do and that’s what is important now. They spend the entire day at odds with one another, being distant and lying about their true feelings. When they’re stuck in a time loop because of their inability to be honest though, it’s time to start admitting some things - and it turns out to be a little harder than expected.

Bad Moon Rising by @bettsfic

6x02 | Teen and Up | Angst, Hurt/Comfort | 1,700 words

Afterglow by @queenginnys

Post 6x10 | Teen and Up | Love Confessions | 1,085 words

Bellamy and Clarke have a lot to discuss after Clarke survives Josephine.

Sick of Losing Soulmates by @pawprinterfanfic

Post 6x10 | Teen and Up | Hurt/Comfort | 4,884 words

Clarke and Bellamy talk after the events at Gabriel's. After almost losing her again, Bellamy intends to not let emotions go unspoken.

Our Own Stars by bellofthetolppl

Season 6 | General Audiences | Angst | 3,477 words

Bellamy gets hurt when he tries to find Octavia after she disappeared in the Anomaly and once Clarke finds out, she goes crazy. Kind of like 6x10 but the roles are reversed and she's worried sick about him.

feet on the ground, head in the sky by fathomless

Season 6 | General Audiences | Hurt/Comfort | 2,547 words

three times Bellamy kissed Clarke's forehead and one time she kissed his.

Like Being Submerged in Your Contradictions by WelpThisIsHappening

Season 6 | Explicit | Fluff | 4,491 words

She supposes she's not surprised.

Clarke probably should have expected it. After all, her romantic track record is not really all that impressive. But. She hoped. And to say that she's a little disappointed to find out sex with Bellamy is not as great as she wanted it to be is an understatement.

So now he wants to talk about it. Figures.

The House Don't Fall When the Bones Are Good by @ponyregrets

Post Canon | Teen and Up | Afterlife | Crossover with The Good Place | 6,019 words

Clarke wakes up and has a conversation with a man wearing a bowtie.

We Burned Bright by @marauders-groupie

Mature

Collection of canon-compliant drabbles

Multichapter

Small Favours by @kay-emm-gee

8 chapters | Season 1 | Teen and Up | Fluff | 24,203 words

Small favors born out of sheer necessity (part I, part II) forge a unique intimacy (part III, part IV, part V, part VI) that brings forth intense chemistry (part VII, part VIII).

Or, how Bellamy & Clarke take their time falling in love.

Survivor’s guilt by @wellsjahasghost

4 chapters | Post season 3 | Explicit | Angst, Kid fic | 102,671 words

“There’s no one else to live for anymore.” Clarke utters those words without too much emotion. They’ve had time over the years to reflect on all the people ripped away from their lives. It’s no longer a fierce, stabbing pain, just a kind of endless ache that surges and subsides with every breath they take. After all their efforts, they failed. The story of the SkaiKru would die with them. “We’re the last of our people.”

Bellamy finally looks up at her tone of voice and after a pause he says, slowly, “We don’t have to be.”

Hold me Still by bellofthetolppl

9 chapters | Season 4 | General Audiences | Angst | 45,863 words

“I can’t see, what’s happening to me?” or Bellamy is blinded in an accident.

The Twelfth Level by @jemleofan

13 chapters | Canon-compliant until 4x03 | Explicit | 62,085 words

The death wave is rapidly approaching. Clarke and Bellamy make a startling discovery: Cadogan’s cult has survived underground and is willing to shelter Skaikru from the impending disaster. But at what price?

This one’s for you by @andthelightbulbclicks

48 Chapters | Post season 4 | Slow Burn | 60,535 words

Ficlets glimpsing at those 2,199 days, and after…

The Price of Peace by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky

18 chapters | Season 6 | Teen and Up | Angst, Hurt/Comfort | 11,0987 words

Upon landing in the new world, it seemed like humanity finally had a chance at peace. When suddenly something is taken from them, Bellamy and crew must find a way to navigate this new world when it feels like it’s falling apart.

Bury A Friend, Try To Wake Up by @talistheintrovert

7 chapter | Teen and Up | Angst | 75,289 word

A few weeks after settling in to the new planet, Clarke seems to be acting strangely. Almost like she's two different people. Bellamy is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Canonverse AUs

Single Chapter

Winners Don’t Always Get Lucky Breaks by @cupcakesandtv

Explicit | Ark AU, Arranged Marriage, Domestic Bellarke | 23,501 words

Bellamy and Clarke are roped into Abby’s political games and have to get married.

Just as You Are Mine by @prosciuttoe

Explicit | Arranged Marriage AU, Grounder!Bellamy | 23,637 words

In hindsight, marrying a total stranger may not have been one of Clarke’s brightest ideas. (Clarke seals an alliance with the Broadleaf clan by marrying Bellamy Blake.)

Darkest of marks by @important-metaphors

Explicit | Ark AU, Angst | 21,162 words

After Jake Griffin’s prediction about the system failure turns out to be wrong, Clarke is given a second chance on the Ark. Janitor Bellamy Blake may or may not complicate everything for her.

Shadows Run From Yesterday by @important-metaphors

Explicit | Ark AU | 14,053 words

Thirteen nations have operational space stations at the time of the bombs and Clarke Griffin is among the survivors. When she loses those dearest to her, she finds an ally in the person she least expects.

In My House on the Hill (there is room for you still) by @argyledpenguin

Explicit | Ark AU, Angst | 24,066 words

“There were nights when the clinic was busy, forcing Clarke to scarf down a snack in between patients. But those nights were rare. Usually, there was time to take a break for lunch, to sketch for an hour, to talk to Bellamy, or to try to. It turned out that Bellamy wasn’t a talker. Or a friendly, pleasant person in general. But she got used to it. To him.” Clarke meets Bellamy on the ark.

Multichapter

How You Stay Alive by @wellsjahasghost

3 chapters | Explicit | Reincarnation AU | 88,303 words

You and him will live again by my hand. But whether you fall in love again is entirely up to you.” Nine lifetimes where Clarke and Bellamy meet again, and again, and again.

In his heart of hearts by @bilexualclarke

2 chapters | Explicit | Ark AU, Enemies to Friends to Lovers | 12,808 words

She looks at him expectantly when he walks in, daring him to say something. His interactions with Clarke since their first day have consisted of “hello” “goodbye” and the occasional glare when he scoffs at something corny she says to a patient. But right now, he can’t help but take the bait. “Mommy pull some strings for you, Princess?” Clarke deflates a bit, and for a second it dawns on him that maybe she was waiting for him to congratulate her? But then, “Go fuck yourself.”

Bound by the secrets we share by troubledpancakes

4 chapters | Explicit | Ark AU | 48,523 words

Ninety-seven years ago, a nuclear apocalypse rendered planet Earth unlivable, leaving only the four-hundred people on the twelve space stations as its survivors. Over three generations, these twelve nations joined together to form the unified Ark Station. To preserve the human race, the leaders of the Ark implemented strict measures including: capital punishment for anyone over the age of eighteen, a ration system based on job placement, and the arrangement of marriages based on genetic compatibility. If the human race was to return to Earth, it had to be strong to survive. Clarke Griffin turned eighteen and celebrated her birthday with a marriage ceremony.

#poppy's bellarke canonverse masterlist #fic rec #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bellarke fanfic #bellamy x clarke #clarke and bellamy #the 100 fanfiction #bellarke fic

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ineloqueent · 4 years ago

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Starstruck: Part 17

Brian May x Fem!Reader

This is Part 17 of a multi-part fic. Click the links below to read the Masterpost, the previous part, or the next part of the fic :)

Masterpost / Part 16 / Part 18

Summary: When studying at Imperial College in the 1970s, your path is crossed by a beautiful boy as much in love with the stars as you.

Warnings: swearing, sentiments of sadness

Historical Inaccuracies:

SO. This is more of a disclaimer than an inaccuracy. But it’s very important...

I have written Mary’s character on basis of Lucy Boynton’s portrayal of her in Bohemian Rhapsody. I make no assumptions concerning the relationship between Freddie and Mary, and nor do I condone the things Mary has done in the wake of Freddie’s passing.

Please remember that this is but a fictionalisation. But anyway. I’m not here to talk about that; I’m here to write fanfic. Let’s go!

Word Count: 2.6k (can i get three cheers for the shortest chapter ever)

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You found her soon enough. She hadn’t even made it fully up the stairs.

A pitiful sight, she was, sitting with her knees pulled up as she wept quietly into the velvet of her trousers.

“Mary,” you began gently, and she lifted her head.

Her eyes were puffy, and tears had drawn angry red lines down her round cheeks. Her hair, which had previously been up, fell about her face in blonde wisps as her lower lip trembled and her eyes filled anew with tears.

You made your way over to the corner where she sat and she watched you raptly, like a frightened animal. You knelt beside her.

“Hey, what was that all about?”

Mary only shook her head, blinking rapidly in an attempt to stem her tears.

You offered her a hand up, and after a few moments of contemplation, she took it and stood.

She stared at you a moment before rivulets came running down her face again.

“Come on,” you said. “Let’s get some air.”

You led her up the final stairs and pulled open the door at the landing, guiding her outside onto the rooftop terrace.

The night air was cool, and from the heated rush of emotions that still seemed to cloud your mind to the giddiness that still occupied your stomach, the breeze on the roof was one you welcomed.

Mary seemed to relish the sudden cold as well, going as far as to lean out over the railing and close her eyes in the onslaught of the wind.

Thinking that you should probably not allow her to do any leaning given the mental state she was presently in, you came to stand by her side.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

Anger flashed across her face, and she wiped her eyes with a frustrated air, only more infuriated by the fact that she was crying.

You were about to assure her that she needn’t say anything at all when she blurted,

“I found Freddie with another man.”

“Oh,” you said. You pressed your lips together, trying to gauge how it was you were to handle this.

“I just can’t believe that he’d lie to me.”

You were reminded of Deacy’s comment about Freddie being ‘nearly pathological’ with respect to lying, but that was hardly helpful right now, and you could only imagine the crushing betrayal Mary must have felt.

“I can believe that he would lie,” she elaborated, fingers curling around the railing, “but not to me. I just— oh, I suppose I thought I was different.” She gave a shudder. “I’d had the feeling that something wasn’t quite right, and I tried to talk to him, tried to tell him that he could tell me anything, and that even if I was mad about whatever it was when he told me, I wouldn’t stay that way.”

Mary turned to you, and the wind tossed her hair wildly, and with the way her eyes still ran with saltwater, she seemed a maiden from some sort of Greek tragedy.

“I love him,” she went on. “But I’ve always felt that I loved him more than he loved me. Now I understand why.”

She slumped to the ground again, her expression dark. “I’m not even angry that he didn’t come out to me. I understand that, because how the hell do you begin to tell your fiance that you want to break of the wedding because you’re gay?

“Freddie’s got this kindness, and sometimes, it’s like he’d lie to a court if it meant that he spared the feelings of those he loves. So I guess, in a way, he does love me. I only wish he’d have tried to break it off with me, instead of waiting until I walked in on him.”

She sighed, and you sat down across from her, folding your legs beneath you.

“So, what now?” you asked, because it seemed that Mary had thought a lot about this already.

But she dropped her head to her hands. “That’s the one thing I can’t work out. Where do I go from here?”

“Have you talked to Freddie, properly?”

She shook her head. “It’s going to take me a long time to forgive him. I just hope he knows why I’m angry, and that it’s not because he’s gay.”

There. That was it. That was where she had to go. “Maybe you should tell him that.”

Mary looked at you, her face wrought in scars of mascara and eyeliner. She lifted her chin and nodded. “You’re right.” She chewed her lip a moment. “But not tonight. I don’t think I can do that.”

You nodded in understanding, because with the way sobs had wracked her body, there would be no energy left for her to have a conversation with Freddie without it dissolving into a bitter argument, even with good intentions at heart.

“Y/N, would it be okay if I stayed in your room for the night?”

“So long as you promise me you’ll talk to Freddie tomorrow,” you said. “Don’t leave him wondering.”

“Yeah.”

You stood. “Let’s just go, then. It’s past midnight anyway.”

Later, when Mary was sound asleep on one of the beds, bundled in the various extra blankets you’d scavenged from cupboards, you lay with your eyes wide open. You’d been kept awake by the sounds of the dwindling party upstairs, which had carried on for long after the scene had been abandoned by its host.

You wondered where Freddie had got to.

And where Brian had.

You’d considered going to find him many times, and had even gone so far as to stick your feet out of bed and set them on the cold hardwood floor, but in the end, you’d made up your mind to do what you always did: nothing.

He’d left you standing in the dance hall, without so much as recognition in his eyes for evidence of having kissed you. And now he was going to tell you that he’d meant nothing of it, a rush of emotions in an exhilarated situation, and you couldn’t bear to hear that.

You’d rather be left wondering than have such a finality imposed upon your mind.

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It had been days, now. They’d been tiptoeing around each other for days.

It was ridiculous to the point where I began to feel the need to take matters into my own hands.

The situation was now ultimately worse than it had been before, because very obviously, something had changed. And I’d wager that something had happened on the first night of tour. They were different now, almost shyer, more fragile in their vulnerability to each other’s charms.

He had pined for her since the late sixties, she had been oblivious since day one, and I doubted that, despite their respectively vast vocabularies, either of them knew the meaning of the verb ‘to converse’. It was all longing looks and unuttered promises, a brush of a hand and staring pensively when the other was unawares.

I was almost offended that they couldn’t pull themselves together, when they were fortunate enough to have each other.

Veronica and Robert would get farther and farther from me as each day of tour escorted us more remotely from London. It hadn’t been an option to bring my wife and our tiny child with us on tour, so I could do nothing now but miss them.

But our two resident idiots, Y/N and Brian, did have each other. And they took it completely for granted.

The open road was quiet and dark, and seemed half-asleep, the trees that blurred past the window swaying to some secret song. A flock of birds streamlined the puffy clouds overhead as the moon greeted the sun in its eternal celestial shift, light yielding light to comfort the earthly beings who feared the darkness. Though I did not fear the dark as such, it was easy to imagine lurking figures between the lone houses by the roads, creeping souls amongst the woods by the road; there was something consuming about this early-morning quiet.

On a stop between Bristol and Cardiff, I left the loos to find Freddie smoking by a payphone, notably absent from the rest of our entourage.

The morning air was chilly, and I wound the scarf around my neck in its second loop, buttoning up my jacket with a shiver. No one was out here other than out of necessity, so I made my way over to Freddie and leaned against the wall beside him.

I turned to face him. “How are you?”

Freddie pursed his lips, tapping ash from his cigarette. “Not at my most fabulous, dear.”

I nodded understandingly, burying my face further into the scarf. “It’s okay, you know. You can’t always be.”

“But that’s why I became Freddie Mercury,” he said quietly, his words nearly carried away by the wind. “I became a legend so I wouldn’t feel like this.”

“Freddie,” I began, “I’m pretty sure being legendary means you have a lot more to feel than you would otherwise.”

He smiled a thin-lipped smile, tossing his spent cigarette into the ashtray mounted atop the rubbish bin. “You are of course right, darling, but right now I’d give anything to feel nothing at all.”

“You don’t mean that.”

Freddie sighed. “I don’t know what I want.”

It was despair in his voice; I recognised it. And I understood it. Because where do you start if you don’t know what you’re working toward?

I placed a hand on his shoulder and he turned his sad brown eyes on me.

“You’re a legend, Freddie,” I reminded him. “You’ve got forever to figure it out, okay?”

He nodded.

“And you can talk to me if you need to.”

“Thank you, Deacy,” he patted my hand. “I think I’ll keep a bit to myself for a while, though, at least until we reach the city.”

“Okay.”

“Now, let’s get out of this cold. I’m freezing my tits off!”

I laughed. “Okay, Freddie.”

And though the open road was quiet and dark and I missed my wife and son, I had my friends. The second half of my family.

⁺˚*·༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺

You ached to kiss Brian again. To wind your fingers through his hair. To hold him close, because with the worry that wove itself through his brow on behalf of Freddie, he looked so lost, so far away, as though he needed someone to bring his floating self to the ground where his thoughts could wander amongst the living, and not dwell up in the sky with that which he had lost.

Perhaps that was why he looked to the stars so often; he’d lost so much, and they were a constant.

He deserved to have something brought back to him. And if you could return to him some of the light in his eyes instead of stealing it away, then nothing in the world would make you happier.

The mornings on the bus were tense, to say the least.

Without discussion, it seemed that you and Brian had established an agreement to keep Mary and Freddie apart until they had the time and privacy in which to talk. But it was a difficult arrangement, given that the tour bus was not exactly spacious. And given that it meant you had to keep your distance from Brian.

Presently, though, you came second to the efforts of protecting Freddie and Mary from themselves, which meant that Brian did as well. So for now, all you could give to him were silent glances and small smiles.

But Brian seemed to have other ideas.

On the leg from Cardiff to Taunton, just as you were getting back on the bus, someone grabbed your hand and pulled you around the corner.

You tensed, whirling around with your other fist raised, your heart hammering.

But your defenses were instantly disarmed, because there was Brian with his mass of curls in disarray from the wind, his lips parted as though he had been about to say something.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” you cried, your heartbeat still in your throat.

“No,” Brian said, “I’m trying to kiss you.”

“You’re—”

He pulled you to him, melding himself against you, and kissed you soundly on the mouth, his arms winding around you. Your response was immediate, and you leaned so far into him that he stumbled. His laughter tickled your lips, a rush of breath over your skin as he clutched you to stop you from falling with him.

But you pushed him against the wall instead, and his hands rose to your cheeks to kiss you more deeply, devouring— senseless. Precisely as you had once wished for him to kiss you.

There were so many things you wanted to say, but it seemed the most of them were covered in how you moved with him, vulnerable and uninhibited, purely driven by the desire to hold him close, to make him understand with your proximity how much it was you cared for him. How much you would never be able to explain the gravity of your affections for him.

Brian reversed your positions and only the existence of the wall and his arms kept you on your feet; you were dizzy with the surge of excitement that withered you where he touched you.

And his touch was everywhere.

His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, from your jaw to your cheek, to the shell of your ear, and then in a tender trail down your neck. His fingertips fluttered at your sides, warm on your skin, but you shivered, because no one had ever touched you with such a gentleness as this, such desire, such love.

Then abruptly, he pulled back, short of breath and flushed from head to toe, with swollen lips and loose curls sticking up where your fingers had interfered with their natural fall.

The world spun as his eyes flickered between yours.

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” he hummed.

“You did a bit,” you replied. “We’re on the open road. It is sort of scary out here.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I just missed you. I miss you. I feel like we’re apart, you know?”

You nodded mutely.

He asked softly, “We’re not keeping this a secret, are we?”

You couldn’t believe that he was asking, after everything. But you supposed that was how he was, considerate to the point where he doubted himself if the circumstances favoured you.

“Brian,” you said, “I don’t think I could hide the way I look at you if I wanted to.”

A smile flickered across his face.

Then the rain began to pour.

“Come on, back inside,” you said, taking him by the hand.

“Hang on,” he pulled you back. He lingered a moment, gazing at you aimlessly, and he looked at you the way he looked at the stars.

“What?”

Brian cradled your face in his hands. Then he pressed a gentle kiss to your nose, brushed the pad of his thumb over your skin. “I just wanted to look at you.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“My evening star,” he murmured.

You shook your head, finding it very hard to believe that this man, who spoke so beautifully, was yours. “You’re a poet, Brian.”

His response would have been enough to flood the coldest land with a wealth of warmth, as absolutely as that which blossomed in your chest.

“And you’re my muse.”

⁺˚*·༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺

A/N: two more parts and an epilogue m’dears :)

taglist: @melting-obelisks @retropetalss @hgmercury39 @topsecretdeacon @joemazzmatazz @perriwiinkle @brianmays-hair @im-an-adult-ish @ilikebigstucks @doing-albri @killer-queen-87 @n0-self-c0ntro1 @archaicmusings @cloudyyspace @annina-96 @themarchoftherainbowqueen @annajolras

Masterpost / Part 16 / Part 18

#tina's writing #starstruck #brian may x reader #fic

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rawiswhore · 4 years ago

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Brian Pillman x Fem Reader- "I'm Gonna Shave You Close"

Despite that I type my fanfics in patterns, today I'm posting not one, but 2 fanfics, the next one will have Brian Pillman AND Scott Putski.

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During a time when wrestlers in the World Wrestling Federation were playing silly, childish, cartoonish characters such as plumbers, garbage men, hockey players, 70's teen heartthrobs, and evil dentists, a wrestler named Brian Pillman made his WWF debut in 1996, and he was a breath of fresh air.

He even for a while had a stint in ECW, which during the 90's, was the edgiest, most violent, boundary pushing wrestling company that was the opposite of other kid friendly wrestling companies, and ECW preceded the WWF's Attitude era.

In a time where, if a wrestler used profanity, a commentator would have to say "we apologize for that!" afterwards, and the WWF was mostly very kid friendly, Brian Pillman pulled a gun out on Stone Cold Steve Austin and the two of them began to brawl in the driveway of Brian's home, where Stone Cold tried beating Brian's head into a cinder block.

Brian shed his Flyin' Brian Pillman character he played; a mullet headed pretty boy, and in 1996, he'd play what he'll always be remembered for playing: an unpredictable, loose cannon nutcase with a personality somewhat similar to Ren the Chihuahua from "Ren and Stimpy" when he goes crazy.

Despite Brian not playing that mullet headed pretty boy he played in WCW during the early 90's, you think Brian in 1996 is a lot sexier that year than during his time as a heartthrob in WCW.

By the end of 1996, October of that year to be exact, when in your opinion that's when he looked his sexiest by far, you were snuggled up next to him in a bed in a motel room, the light switch turned on in the room.

You and Brian were stark naked, your clothes as well as his were scattered all over the floor.

You and Brian didn't have to get naked, but you do enjoy cuddling with him as well as others in the nude.

While you and Brian were lying together in this bed sharing a blanket, your finger was tracing over the facial hair over his top lip, his little moustache feeling like a fuzzy peach.

He grinned while you ran your finger over his facial hair, your eyes looked at him.

Despite that you were cuddling with him, you were trying not to press your weight on him since he had a car accident where he fell asleep at the wheel and ended up breaking his leg.

He actually almost lost his leg and probably couldn't have joined the WWF.

"I'm glad you joined the World Wrestling Federation" you confessed to him, running your finger horizontally down the side of his mouth and shifting it under his chin, where you ran your finger vertically across the hair under his chin.

He's one of the many sexy alumni in that company.

"Really?" he asked, his face lighting up and smiling. "Thanks!"

"You're welcome" you replied, smiling back at him. "I actually think you're way sexier now than when you were in WCW"

Brian's eyes got wide when he heard that, he slightly jumped back hearing that.

"I'm not drunk or high right now" you admitted. "I really do think you're sexy"

"I know you have a crush on me" he mentioned. "Thanks"

"No problem!" you chirped "Even though you do look pretty hot with this facial hair, I've thought of shaving it"

"Why?" he asked, his face now looking confused and puzzled.

"Not just to see what you look like without it" you admitted "But...your facial hair is a little bit of a distraction and kind of...makes me unattracted to you"

He nodded his head, understanding you.

"But I'm a wrestler, not a model" he said.

"I was about to say that" you said. "The facial hair fits with your unkempt look and how you play a nutcase"

"I was gonna say what you said!" he confessed. "We think alike"

"Great minds think alike!" you chirped, smiling while you said that.

You and he chuckled and giggled after you said that, the two of you smiling at each other.

"I'd love to shave your facial hair" you admitted after you stopped laughing, your other index finger tracing across Brian's moustache over his lip.

You said that since you definitely don't wanna shave his hair on top of his head, you love his hair.

Brian isn't sure what to say about you wanting to shave him.

He probably would love it if you shaved him, though he wants to keep his facial hair.

He isn't the only one you'd love to shave...

Leif Cassidy was starting to grow a handlebar moustache at the end of 1996 and still kept it in 1997 despite still being known as Leif Cassidy.

The Leif Cassidy character was meant to be a 70's teen heartthrob, I guess, and teen heartthrobs, males especially, are known for their nonthreatening, pretty boy looks.

Leif Cassidy with that handlebar moustache looked less like a teen heartthrob and more like a serial killer.

And since when do teen heartthrobs have moustaches, especially handlebar ones?

And Leif (as well as what he'd transition to: Al Snow) was one of the many wrestlers who looks terrible with facial hair.

(Fun fact: the man who played the Leif Cassidy character also played Al Snow, yeah, THAT Al Snow that carried a decapitated mannequin head)

Triple H looked like shit with that Lemmy from Motorhead moustache he had in the mid 2000's, so did Raven when he grew that handlebar moustache at the end of the year 2000, and even when Dean Ambrose became Jon Moxley again, although with shorter hair and a beard, he didn't look like that cutie pie you remember from the WWE and CZW.

Plus, Stevie Richards from ECW and WCW didn't look too good with that facial hair he had.

Granted, Al's handlebar moustache does make him look more like the lunatic he played, Triple H and AEW-era Jon Moxley look more manly wrestlers, you could probably even say Raven's handlebar moustache fits his grungy appearance, but Triple H, Al, Raven and Dean had/have such handsome faces under that facial hair.

Even Shawn Michaels looks way hotter without facial hair than with it.

Seth Rollins used to be even hotter when he was an indie wrestler with only some facial hair at the bottom of his chin.

CM Punk in my opinion looked his hottest in the late 2000's.

You even wonder what Test and Val Venis would look like without facial hair.

#brian pillman #1996 #90s #birthday #happy birthday #wwf

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 5 years ago

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Tour Mom: Chapter 1

Quick A/N: I write fanfic on Wattpad pretty frequently, but I’ve decided to start it on Tumblr too. This page will primarily be MCR fanfic, which I’ve actually never written before so, we’ll see how this goes. Also, this fic takes place during the Black Parade era.

Warnings: None, except swearing if that counts.

Premise of series: fem!Reader x Gerard, basically following the relationship. But it’s a lot like the MCR x fem!Reader.

Word count: 1799

Gerard Way. Front man of the iconic 2000s rock band, My Chemical Romance. Known by many as one of the creators of the new era of rock, consisting of emo and punk themes. Having a unique voice with even uniquer songs and sounds paved the path for him to become a household names, in homes who had good taste in music. To you, he was your best friend of going on a decade, and boyfriend for half of those years.

Mikey Way. Bassist and shy guy within the band. Until you got to know him, then he became a chatter box. He could go on for hours and hours about whatever he thought of. His thoughts were basic, yet some were intriguing and could actually spark a decent conversation. Also, he was basically your brother. Your relationship with Gerard only grew that bond.

Ray Toro. Lead guitarist and the soft, nice guy of the band. Also, your best friend while touring. Ray was one of the kindest people you had ever met, he would give up all he had for the people he cared about. His hair was also great, which automatically made his better. He was, to be honest, the only other completely stable and mature individual beside you, and even then sometimes none of you could act like the civil adults you legally were. You and he would also secretly watch Food Network together.

Frank Iero. The absolute most chaotic, most childish, and most loveable individual. Guitarist for MCR, you and Frank got along very well. Usually he was busy eating something or making some dark jokes, either way he used his time in the most Frank way possible. He was secretly one of the sweetest people alive and breathing, always being able to lighten up someone’s day when it was needed most.

And then there was you. And Bob, but he was kinda irrelevant to be honest. He just kinda stayed in his lane, and you and him got along just fine. But back to you. You were technically not apart of the band, but behind the scenes you basically were. Most notably, you were Gerard’s girlfriend. But you were also the one that managed to keep the boys in line when you were away from home. You had to remind these full grown men to shower daily, to eat three meals, and to continue working on songs and not just sit and watch movies or TV all day. Without you, the tour would have been a mess behind the scenes.

“Mikey!” You called from the living room of the cramped bus.

“Yeah?” He called back from his bunk bed.

“Have you showered today?” You inquired. There was a pause which is all you needed to come to a conclusion. You sighed, “Go take a shower Mikey.” He lightly groaned, reluctantly rolling out from the mattress and walking to the even more cramped bathroom.

“Fine.” He grabbed a towel and new clothes, walking in and locking the door. Frank walked by, mouthing you a ‘thank you’. He was always big on hygiene, so were you, and so anytime you knew one of the boys had gone even a few hours past daily showering, you directed them to clean up. And they always did, reluctantly usually.

You were casually reading a book on the couch when Ray sat next to you, turning on the TV. So of course, you joined him. About 15 minutes later, after investing in one of the various cable channels you could find, you looked up to see Gerard staring you two down.

Initially, he was extremely jealous of the relationship you and Ray had. He was worried that you and Ray were more than just friends, which of course you weren’t. But, you and he had reassured your boyfriend that it was no more than just a close friendship. “Are you jealous again, Gee?” You pouted, almost making fun of him. Ray smirked. He rolled his eyes.

“I’m not jealous as much as I am worried.” Gerard now came up to you two, sitting on the arm of the couch next to you.

“Worried about what?” You looked up at him.

“That you two will run off into the sunset or some fucking fairytale shit like that.” Now it was time for you to roll your eyes.

“You’re very melodramatic sometimes, Gerard.” You told him, “We’ve been dating for five years and you still have suspicion that I’m going to run off with one of your friends.” Gerard was always extremely laid back. That was unless it was on the topic of you. Then he was protective and extremely alert.

You two were both very independent people, and your relationship reflected that. You two were never touchy feely, or too close, or too protective. Your romance functioned much like a friendship, which you both preferred. “You know I’ll always love you, Gee. And only you.” You lightly smiled up at him, and he sighed giving in.

“I love you too.” He got up, walking back to his bunk where you knew he would probably work on some more sketched for the various comic works he had going.

Mikey finally reemerged from his shower in new clothes, heading to the small mini fridge and grabbing some carrots. “You eat all the damn food Mikey,” Frank complained from his bunk.

“I’m hungry.” He whined, taking a bite from one of the mini orange ones.

“I wish I had Mikey’s metabolism,” You began, “Eat whatever the hell you want and not gain an ounce.” “I know right,” Ray added on, “That would be nice.”

“What’re we talking about?” Gerard shouted from his bed.

“Mikey’s metabolism. And him stealing all the food.” Frank replied.

“Oh yeah, Mikey does have a great metabolism.”

“Speaking of, what do you guys want for dinner?” You asked, “I’m texting Brian right now.” Brian, as in the manager of course.

“Burgers.” Mikey and Gerard said at the same time. You looked at Ray for his opinion. “I’m good with that.” “So am I!” Frank called out.

“Me too.” Bob finally spoke up.

“So you’re not dead?” Frank responded, looking over to his bunk. You snorted.

“Alright, I’ll let him know so we can stop somewhere.” After shooting a quick text you got up heading to your own bunk to find yet another book, or graphic novel to read. Yours was right under Gerard’s, because that only made sense.

“What’cha doin?” Gerard poked his head down to see you. You rolled your eyes knowing he would pester you just to annoy you.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” You smiled at him, grabbing one of the Watchmen comics Gerard had generously lead to you, after nearly forcing you to finally read it.

You and Gerard actually met in a comic book store, you working there when you two were in college. A friendship sparked out of that, and later evolved to a romance. He scoffed as if in offense, resorting back to his top bunk. “If you’re going to be aggressive then I just won’t even try.”

“I’m not being aggressive,” You told him, “I’m being honest.” You could practically hear the eye roll from your boyfriend.

“Hey Mikey,” He had the audacity to bring his brother into it, “Am I a pain the the ass?” “Absolutely.” It took the man less than a second to answer, as if waiting to tell him, which let’s be honest, he probably was. You couldn’t help but give a soft chuckle, then giving a high five to Mikey as he walked past you to his own bed.

“Alright, the diner we’re stopping at is in about two hours you guys.” You said out loud, reading from the text Brian had sent you just a moment ago.

So for about an hour you all stayed relatively silent, shocking for all of you, except Bob. And sometimes Mikey, depending on his mood really. But for awhile you occasionally heard huffs and groans from above you. “Hey Gee?” You asked.

“Hm?” He responded.

“What’re you working on?” You heard him sigh.

“Concepts.” “Yeah, but what sort of concepts?”

“Just for a new comic.” “Lemme see.” You rose your hand up to take it, which he handed to you.

“These look great.” You complimented, skimming your fingers over the bright array of colors on his paper. “What’s the idea?” You asked.

“I’m thinking of the groups being called the Killjoys,” He began, going into a long shortened explanation.

“I love it.” You said and handed it back to him, “I think it’ll go a long way.” “Thanks.” He said and presumably continued.

Another hour of reading and light conversation passed before you finally reached one of the various road side diners you all ate at. Brian had ordered ahead, so everyone just ran in to grab their order, him of course paying. No time could be wasted on the road.

So there, the six of you sat on the couches in the tightly cramped bus, eating out of plastic containers. Gerard reached over, ripping off a piece of one of your chicken tenders, and dunking it in the ranch you got. You immediately fought back taking a bite of his burger and placing it right back.

“I can’t fucking wail ‘till we’re in a hotel.” Frank said out of the blue. Everyone nodded and hummed agreeing, too busy with their food to talk back.

“When’re we in one next?” You asked. It was rare when you were ever in one, and usually after extended periods of time and when shows were spaced out longer than one to two days you got that luxury.

“4 shows, so 6 days.”

“Finally.” Mikey almost murmured.

“Now Gerard can fuck Y/N senseless in peace and quiet.” Franks smirked. You chocked on your food as Gerard confidently nodded.

“Hell yeah.” You slapped his arm.

“Don’t deny it Y/N,” Frank said again, “It’s bound to happen.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re absurd.” You got up to throw away your now empty food container, going to wash your hands briefly, and climbing in bed as the guys cleaned up their own food.

It was already late, and despite the even later curfews everyone had, most of the last hours of the night were all spent in your personal cubbies doing whatever you all pleased.

“Goodnight, babe.” You heard Gerard above you.

“Night, Gee.” You smiled.

“Goodnight, baby.” You heard Frank yell from his own cubby which prompted a lot of soft chuckling and laughter.

“Love you too, Frank.” You responded.

“Not even an ‘I love you’ to your actual boyfriend?” Gerard poked his head down. You rolled your eyes, giving him a peck on the lips despite how his face was upside down.

“I love you.”

#my chemical romance #gerard way #gerard way x reader #mcr fanfiction #mcr #mcr gerard #my chemical romance x reader #mcr x reader

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goodtimingz · 5 years ago

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dreaming you would come true

intro. pt1. pt2. pt.3. pt4. pt5.

a/n: i’ve been deep in jae-content rn and i couldn’t find alot of jae fics. I haven’t written fic in a year and Y/N isn’t my style but i hope you enjoy if you see this~ (and if for some reason jae decides to look for fanfic again i’m gonna scream T_T)

(i was inspired to write after reading @noona-clock ‘s fics.)

tags: student!life, jae day6, fluff, college!au, suggestive topics (babies close your eyes)

▶︎ the one where you meet jae in your second year of college and it’s basically love at first sight. just little excerpts of what i think a relationship w jae would be like c:

We live a life always dreaming for a dream to come true.

The night was brisk, summer had left as as quickly as it arrived this year. You shoved your hands into your pockets, eyes and ears pricked. It wasn’t like walking to the library was an unsafe task, but you were very aware of the sound of your own footsteps on the footpath. No drunkard or sleep deprived student would catch you off-guard tonight, not when there was so much studying left to do.

The library was lit brightly amongst the countless street lights and you pulled your bag tighter, heaving a sigh. Finals were near, very very near. Waking up everyday felt like a choice between dropping out and becoming a street busker, or actually getting your diploma and a couple thousand dollars of debt.

In saying that, you had to remember that times like this always passed, and when you were old and wrinkly you would appreciate the memories of your university years. (Or something like that).

Relishing in the warmth provided by the huge library, you climbed up the stairs mentally preparing yourself for a long night ahead. You were staring at your feet the whole time, an argument of “you gotta” and “but i don’t wanna” on your mind.

That was, until a shiny iPhone fell on the stair by your foot. You blinked as reality came back into focus, reaching down to pick it up automatically. Preparing a quiet greeting, your words caught in your throat when you met eyes with the handsome stranger. Brown eyes and soft blonde hair, alongside the deep eye bags matching your own (not that they took away from the overall cuteness of the tired boy.)

The two of you had paused briefly, your reason being because of how handsome he was and his... you weren’t sure. The phone buzzed in your hand and the boy broke the staring contest with a small smile. He looked effortlessly cool and tired as hell.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled, taking the phone and checking it over for any damage. You could only shrug, the distant memory of finals bringing you back to reality.

“It’s all good,” You managed, but what you really wanted to say was more like, “How haven’t I seen you around before?” “Who are you, what’s your name and can I have a hug because you look like you’d give good hugs.” Of course, you didn’t say those things, and he was still standing in front of you as cute as ever.

[ 제이; jae ]

“How come I haven’t seen you around before?” He winced slightly as how forced his words sounded. He really didn’t want to make it obvious that he found you beautiful, but he couldn’t miss such a good opportunity. His life was in dire need for some romance or atleast comic relief. Choosing to study in the library tonight instead of staying in his dorm was the best idea he had since he used his loan to buy a guitar and labelled it as ‘course-related costs’.

Jae watched as your expression brightened at his words (which he found adorable), he also noticed you had matching raccoon eyes (eye bags 4dayz) and the classic student ‘I’m dead inside’ expression.

“I’m not sure, but I hope that can change from now.” Your response sent butterflies flying straight into Jae’s stomach. The way your eyes smiled slightly, lips curved and a head tilt.

If he hadn’t totally fallen for you at first, he definitely had now. (Youngk: SIMP!)

He wasn’t going to let you leave him speechless (although you definitely had), so he fumbled over his words feeling his ears grow hot and probably red. “I-Yeah,” (awkward chuckle) “I hope so too.”

No! Ask her out or something, what if you never see her again? It took all of Jae’s restraint not to facepalm then and there, which would have been profusely embarrassing on his part, instead choosing to ball his hands into fists. He assumed you could already see his blush rising, but the way you patiently gazed at him made it feel okay.

[ Y/N ]

“I study here every night… Can I get your name...? ” You figured he needed a little help and there was no way you were leaving this interaction with the cute boy’s name. He was cute enough to look good under fluorescent lights - and that’s saying something.

“Jae.” Perfect, a cute name for a cute guy. You nodded gently, “I’m Y/N, I’ll see you around then, Jae.” His name fell off of your lips effortlessly, and you hoped he liked hearing it as much as you enjoyed saying it.

If college and swiping through Tinder endlessly had taught you one thing, it was to turn away first (in all situations).

1. because your mood always improved (cute boys always had that affect) and you couldn’t show them your beaming smile just yet (secret weapon).

2. you really needed to gain self control because studies were calling like a siren

(but mostly to hide the fact that flirting had you feeling like a fish out of water, so you had to stop fronting to hide your blush.)

Your footsteps felt purposeful as you walked through the library to a study room. You silently made a mental note to yourself, that you would study on that floor every night from now on. You couldn’t predict that Jae had the exact same idea, but it was something to look forward to.

[ 제이; jae ]

When Jae arrived home, he hadn’t stopped thinking about he’d first laid eyes on you. Everything he had studied for the last 4 hours went in one ear and out the next. His mind ran over the image of you over and over again, replaying the way you smiled and the squint in your eyes. The way your hair fell, how your voice sounded saying his name... And the denim jacket over the hoodie look you were sporting... damn, you were so his type.

Although he was always open to falling for a stranger (because he’s cool like that), he had never expected it to happen tonight, or truly believed it would happen at all.

YoungK spun around from his desk in their shared room, interrupting Jae's thoughts. “Why do you look so happy? We have 2 weeks until finals and you’ve been miserable every other day.”

Jae smiled without meaning to, he tried hard to bite it back because you two had just met and he probably seemed a little crazy lying in his bed staring at the ceiling with a grin. He couldn’t help it, there was just this feeling that you were something, and he was certain he would make ‘something’ into ‘something serious’.

Jae turned to face Brian with a great double chin despite his boney frame, “I met a girl.”

YoungK laughed knowingly, “Finals will pass by quickly if you fall in love.” Jae scrunched his nose at the mention of finals again. Although it was probably a warning, YoungK had a way with words that made it seem all the more appealing.

He denied falling for you when Brian asked later that evening, but he may as well plan the wedding - he was that deep.

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hardforbenhardy · 5 years ago

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scandal | rogerxfem!reader

summary: you and roger had been married for multiple years and now, and your relationship could not have been going better. or so you believed.

warnings: angst, cheating, basically dickhead!roger

word count: 2.8k

this was the first fanfic i ever wrote for roger, and i must say i’m kind of proud of it! it’s pretty sad but yakno. there’s a lil snippet at the end some may recognise because this oneshot was inspired a lot by the song ‘burn’ from hamilton! hope you enjoy :) (it starts as a news article btw)

i’ve decided i will make a part 2 if this gets 100 notes :)

Queens Second Scandal?

Just after the release of the bands hit Scandal, drummer Roger Taylor has been caught getting cosy with a mystery woman, despite being in a 6 year marriage with wife Y/N Y/L/N at the time. With Queen being on hiatus after the Magic Tour of '86, Taylor formed new rock band, The Cross. With the band having been on a 3 month tour of the UK and Germany, his wife was left to her own devices; evidently giving the member free reign of the well-known strip clubs around Germany and nearby cities. Being the 'sex on legs' of Queen, all fans were sceptical of the idea of Taylor finally settling down with marriage and children – seemingly, being correct to do so after pictures have recently been released of the musician leaving a nightspot with one of the workers of a German sex club, arm in arm, getting into a taxi.

You were reluctant to ever marry Roger; marriage was never something you expected to happen in your future, having commitment issues after your first relationship left you single for a majority of your life. Men seemed to be the bane of your existence; every man you had tried to get close to turned out to be lowlife scum who either tried to use you or just turned out to be downright arrogant. So, of course meeting Roger Taylor instantly put you off him; he was cocky, conceited and far too overconfident in his charm and good looks. Yet you could not deny that there was something about him that made him so alluring, meaning you fell very hard very quickly. He proposed on your one year anniversary in the year of '82, by taking you on a romantic holiday to the country you had been wanting to go to for years; Italy. He had it all planned out;

"Roger, you remembered" You breathed, chuckling softly in disbelief that he had done all this for you. You held the delicate, flowy material in your hand, admiring the floral patterns that canvased the dress. You had seen a summer dress in a shop down the street from your hotel a few days before, and obsessed with it the moment it had met your eyes. Your favourite part was the blue floral print; there were bellflowers, bunneras, columbines, desert bluebells, irises, sea hollies – all of which contrasted with the background white. The neck cut was rebelliously low, but you knew it would look ravishing when on your body – it was like the dress was made just for you. There was one problem; it cost far too much for you to afford, and after spending all the money on this trip, you didn't want Roger to have to splash out again. "I thought we agreed it was far too expensive?"

"Y/N, you are the love of my life – I'm always going to splash out on you when I get the chance. And it's our anniversary, you deserve it for being the most incredible girlfriend I could ask for" Roger cooed, making you blush and face the ground, only for Roger to place his hand gently under your chin to lift your head to face his once again. You stared into his piercing, ocean eyes before saying "Thank you" and planting a soft, passionate kiss against his rosy, plump lips.

"Well, go try it on! I want to see my sexy girlfriend in the dress I spent hundreds on" Roger laughed, pushing me into the bathroom to try on the dress. Let's just say, he got to see his girlfriend with the dress for about 5 minutes before it was off again.

He finished the romance-filled day with an evening boat ride down the Grand Canal; the idea having been on your bucket-list since you were a teenager and discovered a thing called romance. Having voiced this to Roger multiple times during late-night drunken conversations and post-sex pillow talks, you weren't shocked he had picked this to be way to end the day. It was more the action after the ride that rendered you speechless. While you turned around to admire the view behind you, Roger had found himself knelt on one knee in front of you, ring box in hand. So of course, when you turned, you were met with the one image you had only dreamt of.

"Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?" Those words alone had you hooked and you were sure, in that moment, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man. There was nothing that could change that decision.

That was until the events of this morning. After being sent by Freddie down to the studio reception to collect the weekly paper, you didn't quite expect something so disturbing to be plastered on the front page. The paper fell to the ground out of your hand, unable to read on. Your mind repeated the words 'getting cosy with a mystery woman' over and over, completely unable to comprehend what you had actually just read; Roger cheated on you?

Of all the ways you saw your relationship crumbling, cheating was not one of them. Of course you knew Roger was previously known for sleeping around, he was basically a fairground for all the groupies. But he had made it very clear; he would never, ever in a million trillion years cheat on you. And you believed him. You seriously, truly believed him.

You bent down to scrunch the paper tightly in your grasp, before storming up the stairs back into the studio. You threw the door open, your hand clenching tighter and tighter around the news second by second. Unsurprisingly, you immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room; Brian and his current girlfriend were slumped on the couch talking about astrophysics, Freddie was pacing around the room warming up his vocals, John was sat cross-legged on the floor tuning his bass, while Roger sat at his drum kit banging the melody to recently released Scandal. They had all clearly noticed the streams of mascara-stained tears cascading down your cheeks and your increased breathing rate as they all stopped in their tracks to look up at you. Though your eyes remained solely on Roger; his head shot up in an instant, stopping the beats he was making to jump out of his chair and make his way over to you.

"Y/N, love, are you okay? What happened?" He fretted, his arms searching up and down your body for any sign of injury or physical harm that may have caused your sudden outburst. John was also quick to his feet, handing you a tissue to wipe away the tears, but you angrily declined telling him to fuck off. Admittedly, John did nothing to deserve such a reaction, in fact he deserved completely the opposite reaction; but you were too choleric to even entertain the idea of being polite to people. "Y/N, what on earth has gotten into you?"

"You said you would never do that to me." I breathed, scoffing at his utter arrogance of the situation. He knew exactly what he had done, and you knew it, but you knew he wouldn't admit it without you confirming you knew. "You promised"

"What are you talking about?" He questioned, furrowing his brows in confusion, looking you up and down. You couldn't bring yourself to say it, knowing you would easily breakdown if they even touched the tip of your tongue. Instead, you shoved the paper harshly against his chest, making him stumble back slightly and grab onto the crumpled paper you had slammed into him. He began to unscrew it open, reluctant as he could see exactly where this was going. His eyes scanned over the first sentence, and you noticed them glass over. "I'm talking about that"

He grasped onto your lower arm, yanking you into the room next to the studio, as to keep the commotion away from the rest of the band; it being a private matter of course. Your anger only grew at the fact he had the audacity to seem irritated at you right now, he was the one who had cheated on you. You stormed to the other side of the room, turning away from Roger as you could barely even look at him. You leant forward on the office desk, hanging your head low as you tried your hardest not to carry on crying. There was a choking silence filling the room, eating away at the tension of the atmosphere, which was quickly broken by Roger. "You seriously believe this? The tabloids always lie, they take every chance they can to twist a story, because it makes them money. Y/N, you know I would never do that to you, I-I love you" His voice cracked saying the three final words, alerting to you Roger wasn't angry – he was ashamed, upset, distraught even.

"Do you? Do you really? Because that German hooker seems to have a different opinion" you spat, turning around to finally face Roger and pointing you finger firmly against his chest. You did your best you could to avoid meeting Roger's sorrowful eyes, but failed miserably when your eyes flickered up to witness tears rolling down his crimson cheeks. You almost felt conscience-stricken and apologetic; how badly you just wanted to give into your wifely instincts and wipe the tears away, caressing his cheek gently and holding him tightly in your arms for comfort. That was until you remember exactly why he was like this. He had betrayed you. Roger urgently lifted the paper back to this view, scanning over the page even more for some kind of indication of what you meant. That's when he saw it:

"[Roger] had spent the whole evening in the club, indulging in the performances and everything we had to offer – he seemed extremely stressed, and was most likely looking for a form of relief that his wife was unfortunately unable to provide at the time" - The worker, seen leaving the nightspot with Roger, has explained – "I had asked, ensured both his wife and him had given full consent before he took me home and we had an eventful evening. I can't deny; he lives up to the expectations of the nickname."

"You told her I had given consent for you to go fuck another woman? Are you out of your mind? She has told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed. In clearing your name, she has ruined my life. You are always so paranoid how people perceive you – you, you, and you. Never me, never our relationship, never our two children. Did you ever stop to think how this might affect me, how this might affect Felix and Rory?" You cried, struggling to even say the names of your two children.

"Y/N, I swear this isn't how it looks-"

"Isn't how it looks? Roger, she made a fucking statement saying you had fucking sex – and you told her it was okay?! How can you say this isn't how it looks?" You sneered, getting closer and closer to Roger every second, only for him to stand there rendered silent. He didn't know what he could say to fix the situation, considering you wouldn't let him get a word in edgeways without having some form of comeback, although he certainly didn't blame you for the way you were acting. Therefore, he let you speak; he let you pour out every emotion before he would even try to make a contribution. "You know, I saved every letter you wrote me. From every single tour; The Game tour, Hot Space, The Works, even the Jazz tour when we weren't even dating. And from the moment I read each one, I knew you were mine – you said you were mine. D-do you know what V said when we saw your first letter arrive? She told me how she could see how much you truly loved me, apparently John called it to. Told me to be careful, he'll do what it takes to succeed. I re-read each of those letters every single night when you would be out recording, or drinking with the boys, or doing a press conference. I was scanning and searching for answers in every line, for some kind of sign, that you still loved me. You want to know why I believe it, why I believe her? Because for the past year, you barely ever put the effort in. You were never home; you would turn down sex way too often for someone with the nickname 'sex on legs'; you always found excuses for me to stay home while you hung out with guys; y-you took every chance you could to sleep on the couch; we'd argue way more than usual. That's why I believe it. Because as I kept falling in love with you every day, you started falling out of love with me" Your voice was barely above a whisper with your last words, the tears you had been holding back finally taking their course, joining the other stale tears you cried when you first read the paper less than 10 minutes ago.

"Y/N, baby, no please don't think that. I love you, I love you so much. I will always love you with all my heart, nothing can change that. Not the boys, not the boy's wives, and certainly not some German prostitute."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Look, it's a long story and I can't explain it all right now, please can we just go home and we can sit down and have a proper talk about it all" He tried to comfort you, rubbing your upper arms slowly and caressingly. But those words alone stood you frozen.

"So you did do it? You slept with her? God, why did I ever trust you? From the moment I met you, I knew I would want to spend my life with you in some way or another. A-and when you proposed, on that boat ride in Italy, I knew for sure the way I wanted to spend my life with you was married, getting a family, living together – you know whole shebang. I thought it was too good to be true, and it turns out it was. I'm erasing myself from this narrative; let the journalists wonder how Y/N reacted when you broke her heart. Roger, the world has no right to my life; they have no right to our bed. And when the time comes, you can explain to the children all the torment and humiliation you put their mother through – when will you learn that they're your legacy; I'm your legacy?" You practically spat, not even feeling a hint of sadness anymore but rather just pure resentment and fury for the man, all the care and love you held for Roger had dissipated. How dare he put you through such distress when all you had done was love and support him through everything he did; he had the audacity to make you feel like you meant nothing to him as if he hadn't spent the last 10 years with you.

"Y/N, please, give me a chance to expla-"

"No, you don't get that chance. You lost that chance when you took the girl back to your fucking apartment and fucked her fucking brains out." You breathed, before shoving past Roger's paralysed body, approaching the door. You were almost resistant to walk out, considering you knew all the boys would be sat out there – most likely having heard the conversation that had just took place taking into account you weren't exactly quiet through any of it. The only thing that tipped you over the edge was the fact you could not stay in the room any longer with that cheater. You turned to face Roger one more time, seeing him stood there more fragile than you had ever seen before, before pulling your ring off your finger and placing it on the table that was beside you. Roger's eyes widened at the sight, tears pricking his eyes once again as his breath hitched in his throat. "N-no, please, keep the ring on, don't take it off."

"Hey, Rog, at least she got a good orgasm though" You mumbled, sarcasm running sharply through your tone before opening the door.

"Y/N, please no. Y/N wait-"

And with that, you were out the door.

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mrfitzdarcyslover · 4 years ago

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My Drummer Boy

Hello lovers, this is a fic STRICTLY based off the movie version of Roger and how he was depicted in the film. If you’re not into fanfics just keep scrolling! :)

Also warning if you choose to read I’ve added a bit of smut at the ending. If you don’t care for that but still want to read I’ve marked off where it begins!

xx mrfitzdarcyslover

Y/n is a close friend of the band who has been there to watch their success grow from the start. What happens when y/n is reunited with her boys after months being apart? And how does a certain drummer boy react to her return?

Flushed and out of breathe you ran towards the makeshift studio that the boys were recording in. To be completely honest the excitement of finally seeing your best friends again was electrifying and made you feel completely alive. But the thing that made you feel most giddy was finally seeing Roger, It had been months since you’d seen him last. With his tour of America with the boys and you’re marketing job always keeping you on your toes you hadn’t had a chance to see your boys return home from America. You had planned to surprise the band by showing up unannounced in the countryside while they were recording their new album. In order to pull it off you had to go to Ray Foster’s office and con the address out of his secretary Kelly. In all honesty you’d always found Kelly extremely annoying flirting with Roger anytime she saw him. It always drove you wild to see Roger flirt with other girls when all you wanted was for him to look a you and decide that you were all that he needed.

Completely tangled up in your thoughts of Rog you didn’t notice the dip in the ground and due to the gravel you lost your footing and collapsed onto the mud. Grumbling to yourself you looked down at your white polka-dot dress covered in mud and stood up muttering to yourself about the stupid English rain always mucking things up. Wiping as much of the yucky brown slush off you as possible you continued the last few steps up to the door and yanked it open with all your might. The first thing you heard opening the door was Rog’s normally deep voice singing at a pitch only dogs can hear. Grinning to yourself you came into view of the boys. The first one to notice you was Brian who stared at you with eyes as wide as globes. With a stupid grin on his face Bri stood up and came barreling at you wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you around. Giggling you wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed the boy you considered a brother. The next one to see you was Deacy who gave you a big adorable Deacy smile and smacked Freddie on the arm causing him to whip around with a dirty look on his face. As soon as Freddie saw you he gave you that charming little look and said,

“Darling it’s been far to long. Where the HELL have you been?”

“I’m sorry Freddie work”

“That’s not good enough darling it’s far to hard to contain these boys without you around. I absolutely forbid you from leaving us for so long again!”

“Of course Fred” you said with an edge of sarcasm “I’m at your beck and call” finishing it off with a little bow you heard Brian chuckle beside you.

Grinning at your shenanigans Freddie opened his arms and wrapped you up with a flourish.

“What the hell is going on out there?” you heard Rog say a bit of annoyance edging the remark. Knowing he couldn’t see you yet you stepped out from behind Brian and Freddie to let Roger see you. The grin that engulfed his gorgeous face had your heart beating wildly in your chest.

“Hello my love” he said his voice deep and husky.

“Hiya Rog”

Without breaking eye contact Roger removed the big headphones from his blonde mop of hair and rushed towards you out of the sound booth.

“Darling” he said grabbing you by the waist and tucking you into his arms, “Where have you been? I’ve been going crazy without you around.” he whispered into your ear so that the boys couldn’t hear him.

Grinning you buried your face into his shoulder and breathed in the comfortable scent of Roger. Sighing you heard the band behind you snicker causing you to pull away from the heavy warmth engulfing your body.

“Well I think we need to celebrate” Freddie said “Darling I am so happy your back they won’t let me have any fun anymore. Please say we can go to the bar, they’d never refuse you.”

“Of course Freddie a trip to the bar is definitely in order, I need to let loose and have some fun with my favorite people in the whole world.”

“Great! Now let’s address the small problem of your outfit. What the hell happened to you? Did you get into a fight with a cow?”

“I fell...outside in the mud. Bloody English rain”

Chuckling Freddie shook his head at you and grabbed your hand pulling you fully away from Rog who squeezed your hip as you moved towards Fred. Freddie continued to pull you through the doors, past the muddy spot you fell, and into a cute little farm house.

“y/n where did you put your suitcase?”

“It’s on the landing of the stairs”

“Good, good lets go you can use my room to change, I want you cleaned up and ready to go in half an hour. It’s the second door on the left.” he said pushing you towards the stairs with a peck on the cheek.

Grabbing your suitcase you moved up the stairs towards Fred’s room. Once upstairs you grabbed your little black dress and the deep red lipstick that made your eyes pop. All together it took you about twenty minutes to get looking presentable enough to go downstairs. Opening the bedroom door you heard the band all downstairs laughing and joking with each other causing you to smile with a deep fondness.

“Alright boys who’s ready to go out and get absolutely trashed tonight?” you jokingly said while descending the stairs.

All eyes turned towards you including a particular drummer’s causing you to shiver with excitement.

“y/n you look absolutely spectacular.” Bri said standing up to grab your hand

“Well thank you Mr. May.”

“Alright let’s go I need to have some fun before I succumb to a tired and bored death.” Freddie remarked with smile on his face.

Freddie was the first to exit closely followed by Deacy and Brian. Roger came towards you holding out his hand for you to grab.

“y/n you look ravishing tonight, I hope you know that.” he said while slowly raking his eyes up your body “I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off you my love.”

“Behave yourself Roger” you said with a giggle pulling him towards the door and into the cab waiting to take you to the pub.

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Arriving at the pub your first impression was that it looked run down and worn out but the boys insisted it they served nothing but the finest beer, having come here a handful of times for a quick nightcap. You all quickly located a little round booth in the back corner and shuffled in one by one. Starting from the left side it was Freddie, you, Roger, Deacy, and then Brian. The waitress was quick to come running over giving Roger her most sultry look while pushing her chest out in an attempt to grab his attention, which made your blood boil.

Sensing your anger Brian redirected the waitresses attention and ordered a pitcher of beer for the whole table along with the glasses necessary for each member of the group. After that the night went off without a hitch each of them telling animating stories about their time in the states while on tour. You added a couple stories about the crazy things that happened to you on the tube as well as the new gossip at work. A few beers in you noticed the waitress coming back towards your table eyeing Roger up and down like he was a piece of meat. Annoyed beyond control you scooted in closer to Rog and nuzzled your head into his neck. The movement caught him by surprise causing him to inhale deeply and mumble a string of profanities.

“Love what are you doing?” he asked looking down at you with dark eyes. Smirking you glanced back at the waitress who was frowning deeply, anger in her eyes. Roger noticed where you were looking at and chuckled internally, of course he noticed the waitress’s sultry looks he wasn’t blind but nobody could interest him the way you did. To be honest on many occasions Roger had fantasized about capturing your lips into a heated kiss and lifting you up into his arms only to continue in his bedroom, but whenever he thought he might actually go for it he chickened out. Everyone knew there was chemistry between you too, neither of you made an effort to keep it quiet, constantly flirting and teasing one another but for some reason the final move was never made. Roger hoped that tonight would finally be the night he would get to claim you as his and show you off the the world and all the adoring girls who lusted after him.

“y/n if you keep that up I’m going to have to pick you up right here and punish you my love.”

Blushing crimson you looked down at your lap internally debating what to do next. Not wishing to go another night without him you looked back up at him and said

“I’m all yours”

“Bloody hell” he said with a sharp intake of his breathe “Lads I believe I need to go back to the house now, to many bad....pickles.” He stumbled out, visibly cringing at his own excuse.

“Yeah I think I’ll join you Roger, I’m absolutely wiped after the long bus ride down here.” you said

Freddie stood up with a smirk allowing you to slide out of the booth closely followed by Roger. The rest of the band all watched you rush out smiles on their faces.

“Do you think?”

“Absolutely darling and about damn time to.” Freddie said finishing Brian’s sentence.

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(A/N Smut ahead read at your own risk, the story ends in smut so if you don’t like reading smut this is where your version of the story ends!)

Once you and Roger had grabbed a cab you sat on opposite sides of the car starring at each other with heavy lust filled eyes. Roger’s eyes were electric drawing you in.

“E’re we are” the cabbie said in his thick accent “That’ll be 20 pounds.”

“Here you go mate” Roger said leaning over you to pay the driver.

You got a whiff of is cologne mixed with the smell of beer and cigarettes. Slipping out from under him you opened the door and slipped out making sure your ass stuck out for him to look at while you climbed out and onto the gravel. Looking over your shoulder you gave him a sultry little smile and began to sway your hips back and forth while walking towards the front door. Not turning around you heard Rog’s feet hit the gravel and then you heard the sound of the door being slammed and the cab driving off.

“Well well my little mynx, its just you and I now.” he said huskily “What in the world should I do with you.”

Turning around you leaned against the column of the house and popped your knee out.

“I told you, I’m all yours tonight.”

“Bloody hell you have no idea what your getting into y/n. I have so many things I want to do to you.”

“Then do it Rog.”

Stalking towards you Roger pinned you against the column bringing your foreheads together and breathing heavily against your lips.

“Please Roger, I need you.”

That was all it took for all his walls to break slamming his plump pink lips against yours in a heated embrace you moaned into him as he bit your lip silently asking you to open up your mouth for him. When you didn’t immediately oblige Roger grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him which caused you to gasp opening up your mouth and giving him an opportunity to slip his tongue in. Sighing you gave in and continued to kiss him while gently grinding your hips against his.

“Christ y/n what are you doing to me?”

Smiling you slipped out from under him and opened the door. Grabbing his hand you pulled him into the house and up the stairs.

“To the left love, the first door.”

Shaking in anticipation for the night to come you opened the door and dragged him in. With a quick turn of events Roger slammed the door closed and turned you around and pushed you into the door.

“You’ve been very naughty tonight y/n. I think you need to learn your lesson.”

“Yes sir”

“Now I’m going to walk over to that bed and sit down. I want you to strip for me darling.”

Grinning you slowly stalked over to the bed shaking your hips from the left to the right and pulling the zipper down your side to open up your dress. Lifting up your arms you let the black dress slowly slip to the ground and pool at your feet. This left you in nothing but your lacy red panties and heels.

“You are the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen y/n. Absolutely stunning. Leave the panties and heels on and come over here.”

Smiling you slowly sauntered towards him giving him the most innocent look you could muster. Once you reached the edge of the bed you lifted your knees to rest on either side of him and slid down so that you were straddling his lap. You felt Rog shudder underneath you and slide his hands up your back before he brought them up around your shoulder towards your breasts. Inhaling deeply Rogers rough fingers drifted over your sensitive buds causing you to whimper pushing your chest further into his big hands. Understanding what you wanted Roger trailed kisses from your jaw, down your neck, finally coming to rest over top your your pink bud. He began to kiss and bite with his mouth while one hand massaged your other breast. After a few seconds he kissed his way over to your second bud and began to repeat the action on your other breast.

“Oh Roger please, don’t stop.” you moaned out

“On your knees love.”

With fire coursing through your veins you slid off his lap ensuring to press down harder over his member before you came to rest on your knees between his legs. Glancing up through your eye lashes your hands began to work at the zipper and button on his pants. Slowly you hooked your fingers into the belt loops of his pants and pulled them down, leaving Roger only in his briefs his member clearly erect and impatient. Palming at his member you stood up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and pulled his briefs fully off finally allowing you to get a look at his cock. Gasping at its size your felt your walls clench in anticipation of what was to come.

“Can I lick it sir? Please?”

“Yes baby you can.”

Excited you sunk back down onto your knees and stared at it head on. Slowly you leaned forward and licked a long strip from the base to his tip.

“Christ y/n please put those pretty red lips around my cock.”

Eager to oblige you slipped your crimson lips over the tip and allowed his cock to slip into your mouth. Moaning you took as much of him in as possible choking a little bit when he hit the back of your throat.

“Oh baby that feels so good, don’t stop”

You hollowed out your cheeks and began to suck him. Popping off his dick you began to leave open mouth kisses up it while massaging his balls.

“Your turn my love” he said while grabbing your arms and pulling you up onto the bed. You fell back onto the bed with a giggle opening your legs so that he could slide up your body claiming your lips with his own.

“I’m going to make you feel as good as you made me feel love. Keep your legs open for me.”

He began to kiss a heated trail down your body across your chest, past your stomach and finally reaching the brim of your lacy red panties. You felt him slip his rough fingers under the hem and pull down leaving you completely exposed to his awaiting mouth. He began to tease you kissing everywhere but the place you craved the most. Bucking your hips towards his mouth he placed his big hand on your stomach and pushed down holding you to the bed.

“Patience darling.” he chuckled darkly

“Stop teasing me.” you whined

With a dark smile Roger finally lowered his head onto your core and kissed your sensitive bud. Moaning you grabbed his hair and pushed him further into you, holding him in place. Darting his tongue out Roger split your folds open with his fingers and slid his tongue into your heat. Roger continued his assault on your pussy licking, and sucking until you thought you might pass out from pleasure. When you thought it couldn’t get any better Roger slipped two fingers into your core beginning to stretch you for the events to come soon. Moaning you whined out feeling the familiar clench in your stomach.

“Roger I’m cumming.”

“Let it go baby, cum for me.”

With a deep sigh you felt your walls clench together over Roger’s fingers. Ever patient he kept his fingers inside of you, helping you ride out your orgasm. Once every last bit of your orgasm was gone, Roger slipped his fingers out and quickly sucked them clean.

“You taste amazing love, so sweet.”

With a lazy grin you looked down at him and quietly called him up to the top of the bed with you. With a new breath of life you claimed his lips with your own and began to palm at his cock once more.

“Rog”

“Yes my love.”

“I want you inside of me now.”

With lust blown eyes Roger pushed your legs apart and began to line himself up with your entrance.

“Wait, can I be on top?”

“Are you sure love?”

Nodding you pushed him down onto his back and slung your leg over his hip straddling him to the bed. With agile movements you lifted up your body lined yourself up over his tip and slowly sunk down onto his cock.

“Oh fuck your so tight.”

Biting your lip you breathed through the slight pain from his size and then placing your hands on his abs began to rock back and forth creating a dangerous friction.

“That’s it love, you take my cock so well.”

Grinning you began to feel immense amounts of pleasure coursing through your body causing you to lift your hips and then sink back down onto him feverishly fast. Flipping you over Roger lifted your leg up and began to pound into you bottoming out each time his thrust in.

“Faster, faster Roger please.”

Grunting Roger hiked your leg up higher and began mercilessly fucking your pussy. With a loud moan you grabbed the headboard opening up your chest for him to lower his mouth down onto. Biting and nipping Roger grunted a couple more times before you felt your walls clenching around his cock making his movements far more sloppy. With one final thrust you felt his hot seed squirt out into your walls mixing with your own desire.

“Oh god baby, yes”

“ROGER”

Collapsing down onto your naked body Roger’s cock remained buried deep inside your core slowly getting softer and softer. Running your hands through his hair you hoped this night would never end. A few minutes later you heard Roger’s small snores. With one last kiss to his forehead I pulled his cock out of my core and snuggled into his body falling into a deep heavy sleep.

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scapegrace74-blog · 5 years ago

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Saorsa, Chapters 17 and 18

A/N Here is the next installment of Saorsa. I’ve combined two chapters, because Chapter 17 is very short, and the two chapters are linked, only told in the alternating Jamie/Claire POV of the entire story. This time, it’s Jamie’s turn to divulge a secret.

Rather than link to all previously posted chapters, I’ll just direct those of you wanting to catch up on your Saorsa-reading to my AO3 page, where the fic is posted in its entirety.

Thank you to each of you liking and reblogging! It does my little fanfic writer’s heart good.

It was long past time to do something he’d been putting off since he first regained consciousness and realized that he had somehow leapt forward through time to a Lallybroch that was no longer his family’s estate.

There was a dusting of snow on the ground, and large, lazy flakes fell from a steel grey sky. He slipped once, climbing the low hill in the pasture beyond the stables, and swore fluently in Gaelic. His back still ached, but it was his lack of strength and endurance that truly bothered him. Accustomed to ruddy physical vigour, it hurt his pride to be a mere onlooker in the day-to-day labour about the estate.

There were trees growing up through the ancient dry-stone walls. The whole hillside had a forgotten, neglected air, but he would know the place blind-folded. He knelt in front of the largest gravestone and began peeling moss away from its chilled, damp surface.

“Halo da. Halo mam. Is e mise a th ’ann.”

Brian and Ellen Fraser had lain in this earth for more than two hundred years, but he could still remember his father’s hearty laugh, his mother’s sweet smile. The pain of losing them at a young age was still as fresh as the pink scars on his back.

He wished they could reach through the veil and guide him, just one last time.

In a few weeks, he would be fully recovered. He’d read voraciously since Claire laid her late husband’s library at his disposal. He knew what happened to the Scots who had supported the true king in the aftermath of Culloden. Treason charges. Imprisonment. Death from a thousand petty hardships. And for those who survived, the slow decay of their language, their customs, their very way of living. Here in 1942 he saw only the softest echo of his culture, of the places and people he called home.

He longed to return to his time and to his remaining family, back through the stones on Craig na Dunn and back into the story he had been writing for himself since he was a young lad. It felt dishonest to live on this estate that was no longer his, comfortable and well-fed, while back in 1746 Scotland was suffering.

But what would it serve, to return to certain bondage? And who was he to say that the stones would send him back to his time? He had carried with him from a young age a sense that he was meant for some larger purpose, that he had been forged for something bigger than sheer existence. Surely it wasn’t merely to add his name to the list of Scotland’s glorious dead, moldering away in those dusty tomes he spent his days poring over. Lallybroch’s history was already written, and it ended with the estate in the hands of a bonnie pregnant Sassenach widow carrying the child of his tormenter’s descendent.

He tried to clear his mind, to listen for words of wisdom whispered from beyond the grave.

None came.

He dashed at his eyes as tears of frustration welled up. And then he began to pray.

By the time he rose, knees stiff and cold from kneeling in the snow, he knew what he must do.

Tha toil Dhè air a dhèanamh.

***

She muttered a stream of curses under her breath as snow crested the tops of her boots and spilled inside, puddling around her stockinged feet.

“Has no-one e’er remarked to ye that ye swear like a sailor, Sassenach?” Jamie said, pulling her uphill by her chilled hand.

“I only swear when provoked, you bloody bastard. What could be so important that it couldn’t wait for me to don my gloves? Or for spring, for that matter?”

Jamie didn’t respond, but he had the same nervous hum of anticipation that had glowed around him for days now. When he’d suggested they take a very unseasonable walk in the snow, she’d gone with him purely in the hope that she might glean some clue to his strange mood. It wasn’t the despondency of his earliest days at Lallybroch. At strange moments, she caught him looking at her as though trying to solve some arcane riddle written on the lines of her face. It wasn’t a lascivious glance, but it warmed her insides all the same.

Finally they came to a halt in an old graveyard she hadn’t known existed. There was a stillness about the place that held all her inquiries at bay.

“I have a strange tale tae tell ye, Sassenach, and I want ye tae hear me through afore ye speak. Can ye promise me that?”

She nodded, suddenly apprehensive what he was about to say would break her heart.

He knelt by a gravestone and dusted off its covering of snow. Taking a deep breath of frosty air, he began to talk.

“Brian Robert David Fraser met Ellen Mackenzie at a Mackenzie clan gathering in 1716. She was promised tae Malcolm Grant, but instead the pair snuck out of Castle Leoch t’gether in the ded of night. Their first bairn, William, was born nine months hence, and by then the Mackenzie were resigned tae the union, e’en though Brian was only the base born son of auld Lord Lovat. It was a love match, and they were verra happy t’gether. A daughter, Janet, followed. And eventually, another son. James. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.”

She gasped but didn’t dare speak.

Jamie continued with his story, seemingly speaking to himself, lost in reminiscence. It was an unfathomably detailed tale of childhood memories and family lore, and she found herself caught up in the web of words he was weaving, not stopping to question how they could possibly be true.

He spoke of his mother’s untimely death, of growing into a young man surrounded by the bucolic familiarity of home. About the burden of being the son of a lesser laird with no fortune. Going overseas as a mercenary, first for the Dutch and later for the French crown. Coming home to find the English abusing their power over the Highland Scots, being fostered to his Uncle Dougal, a committed Jacobite, and his father’s sudden passing. Feeling adrift, without the firm anchor of home, and enlisting in the Catholic cause. Fighting bravely at Prestonpans and being awarded a position of tacksman in the Jacobite army. Leading mere boys and undisciplined farmers into battle, knowing that the Scottish position at Culloden was unwinnable, but being willing to lay down his life for the cause of seeing his country free of English tyranny. Waking as a prisoner. The unbearable pain of his torture at the hands of a nameless Redcoat officer. His escape. Fleeing blindly at dawn and collapsing near death at the feet of a circle of standing stones. A magical place, left over from the time of the Old Ones. And then, silence…

She came back to herself as though waking from a profound sleep. Frozen tears crusted her lashes.

“Do ye believe me, Claire?” he asked, voice broken and unsure.

She had no rational framework on which to measure his truthfulness, so she listened to her heart. It told her that this man had no conceivable reason to invent such an incredible story. It told her that the passion and homesickness that had travelled over his face as he spoke could not be manufactured. It told her that there was a fundamental truthfulness about Jamie. It told her, above all, that this was the reason for his voiceless, stoic suffering in the weeks since he’d awoken at Lallybroch.

“Murtagh…” she whispered.

“Aye, Murtagh knows. I dinna ken what I said in my fever, but he ‘ad all sorts of strange questions when I woke. He harkens from the Isle of Lewis, ye ken, and he… weel… he’s a believer in the Old Ways, in the po’er of those stones.”

They crouched there in the snow next to a forgotten grave for so long her muscles cramped. She stared at her bare hands, twisting the gold wedding band Frank had placed on her finger in endless circles. There was little noise, except the occasional bough of fir releasing its burden to the ground.

Jamie finally stood stiffly and offered his hand. “Come, yer cold. I’ll see ye back to the house.” There was resignation in his tone, and in the set of his shoulders.

She rose but did not move nor release his hand.

“Tell me again about the stones,” she requested.

He hesitated, then described again the ring of standing stones at the top of the hill called Craig na Dunn.

“They beckoned tae me. I dinna ken how else tae say it. I was more than half ded, but I remember a hum, a force, like… like a tide that pulls ye out tae sea.”

“And then?”

“And then, nothin’. Next I kent, I was ‘wakening in the laird’s room at Lallybroch, seein’ ye watch o’er me.”

She blushed, remembering that strangely intimate moment of looking at, and then into, Jamie’s Delft blue eyes for the first time.

“Do ye believe me, Claire?” he asked again, pleading with those same inexorable eyes.

“Yes, Jamie. Yes, I believe you.”

His relief was so great he stumbled forward on watery legs, catching himself just as he fell into her embrace. Holding her there, in front of his parents’ graves, he drew his first deep breath in what felt like ages.

“Does this mean… that you’ll be leaving? Is that why you’ve told me?” She trembled in reaction.

“Nah, Sassenach. I willna say it didna cross my mind, and Murtagh offered to bring me back tae Craig na Dunn once I was healed.”

He pulled back to look into her upturned face, pale and hopeful, with eyes so deep they trapped his soul.

“But I couldna go. All tha’ awaits me in my own time is violence and death. Here, wi’ ye, I feel useful. Needed. When I traveled through the stones, they burned away all my yesterdays, but this is a fine place tae build my t’morrows. If ye’ll permit me tae stay, that is.”

She gave him another quick hug before releasing him.

“Of course. I wouldn’t know what to do without you, James Fraser.”

They grinned at one another and slowly began to make their way down the hill towards the estate. Neither seemed in a hurry to release the other’s hand.

“Jamie?” she asked as they approached the stables.

“Aye, Sassenach?”

“What made you tell me? Don’t get me wrong, I’m humbled you trusted me enough to do so. But…”

He paused in the snowy meadow and glanced upward, as though looking for an answer in the overcast sky.

“Nevermind,” she hastened to say. “Your reasons are your own, of course.”

“I ken what ye’er asking me, Sassenach. I’m only searching fer the words tae explain.” After several moments, he went on, “Have ye e’er passed a day so bonnie and blue that God ‘imself must be smilin’ o’er yer shoulder?” At her nod, he continued, “And yet all the while ye ken that if ye dinna honour tha’ day by bein’ the best version of yerself, it would disappear wi’ the wind, aye? There’s a truthfulness between us Sassenach, I believe, and I dinna want tae break it, by no’ tellin’ ye who I really am.”

Claire mulled over this declaration as they returned to the main house. Before they parted to their respective chores, she had one final thought on the matter.

“I never could have predicted what you shared with me today, Jamie. And I’m sure I’ll have more questions, with time. But on one point I’m absolutely certain. Nothing that you’ve told me or will ever tell me could change my opinion of who you truly are.”

***

Halo da. Halo mam. Is e mise a th ’ann. - Hello Dad. Hello Mom. It's me.

Tha toil Dhè air a dhèanamh. - God's will be done.

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My 30 Favorite Arrowverse Episodes:

This list reflects my personal opinion and is in no way objective. Everyone has their own taste. Also Love is Love and can not be measured – except on stupid lists like this one. If an episode is not on it, that does not mean I don’t like it (unless it does). Everyone ist entiteled to their own opinion, so please respect mine and don’t reblog or answer to that just to tell me how wrong mine is.

30. The Fellowship of the Spear (Legends of Tomorrow Episode 2.15/31, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Matthew Maala, Directed by: Ben Bray)

This episode is “Legends”-Homage to Tolkien and his works. However the most quotes and nods go to the Peter Jackson Movies, which is no problem, because we love them too. The Legends recruit Tolkien out of the trenches for a treasure hunt, however things go bad and some fans were not to happy with one of the team betraying their own at the end of this episode. But don’t you guys remember Boromir? I really love this one, because it combines two of my favorite things: “Legends of Tomorrow” und Middle Earth.

29. Flashback (The Flash Episode 2.17/40, Written By: Aaron Helbing, Todd Helbing, Directed By: Alice Troughton)

In this episode Barry travels backt to the time of Season 1 and therefore changes the outcome of the Season 1 Episode in question and creates a new timline, which no one but him notices. Later on stuff like this would happen all the time, but this was the first instance, and it was very very wild to have Barry knock out Barry and pretend to be Season 1 Barry. Also we got Eobard and Eddie back and given how much I love both of them it no wonder I love this episode.

28. The Last Temptation of Barry Allen Part 1 (The Flash 6.07/121, Written By: Jonathan Butler, Gabriel Garza, Directed By: Chad Lowe)

Here Barry is infected by Ramsay who gets in his head and in the Speed Force which tries to help but ends up getting attacked by an paranoid and confused Barry, who finally gets to voice all of his frustration about the Speed Force and the way it interfered in his life. This is a very emotional episode that confronts Barrys immanent death, all the losses he had do bare and his conflicted feelings about everything that is going on in his life at this point of his story.

27. The Once and Future Flash (The Flash 3.19/65, Written by: Carina Adly MacKenzie, Directed By: Tom Cavanagh)

In this episode we get to visit the future in which Iris was killed by Savitar. Barry ends up there while trying to find out more about his foe. It’s a dark and depressing „What If“, where we get to see new sides most of our characters and this episodes dives deep into the immanent darkness of the seemingly so bright „Flash“-TV-Series.

26. The Adventures of Supergirl (Supergirl 2.1/21, Written by: Greg Berlanti, Andrew Kreisberg, Jessic Queller, Directed by: Glen Winter)

This essentially is a Crossover Episode, even though it took Superman three more years to get his own show. However the episode acts as if there is an existing Superman-Show that crosses over into „Supergirl“. This version of the character is as adorable as Kara and a very good antidote to the Snyder Version of the character. Oh, and it does help that the episode is good as well.

25. Nora (The Flash 5.01/93, Written By: Todd Helbing, Sam Chalsen, Directed by: David McWhirter)

Season 5 opens up extremly strong with this episode where Barry and Iris meet their future daughter, who has some secrets up her sleeve that change everything for next one and a half seasons. Nora is perfectly portrayed in this one as a mixture of both of her parents and manages to screw up the timeline imediatly, while everyone is still reeling from the fallout oft the last season finale.

24. The Brave and the Bold (Arrow Episode 3.8/54, Written by: Greg Berlanti, Andrew Kreisberg, Marc Guggenheim, Grainne Godfree, Directed by: Jesse Warn)

Crossovers were the moments „Arrow“ had a chance to let ist hair down and just be a little bit different for a while. This one has Barry, Caitlin, and Cisco visiting Starling City and the Flash and the Arrow teaming up against Captain Boomerang. It’s still Arrow, but with a splash of „The Flash“ in it, which makes it funnier and nerdier then „Arrow“ usually is. I always loved it.

23. Haunted ( Arrow Episode 4.5/74, Written by: Brian Ford Sullivan, Oscar Balderrama, Directed by: John Badham)

John Constantine crosses over in the Arroverse in this episode which reveals Olivers dealings with him in the past and shows him restoring Saras soul. With this episodes the show started to embrace it supernatural arc, which many fans weren’t too fond of in latter part of this season, but this episodes remains a favorite because here „Arrow“ got mystically weird. Also Johnny Constantine tends to make everything better and we got Sara back, so it’a clearly a win.

22. Kapishon (Arrow Episode 5.17/109, Written By: Brian Ford Sullivan, Emilo Ortega Aldrich,Directed By: Kevin Tancharoen)

This is the episode in which Adrian Chase manages to break Oliver. That sounds painful and yes it is very painful, but it’s really really great at the same time. This episodes asks all the uncomfortable questions the show seemed to shy away from in the previous seasons, builds on Season 5s solid Bratva-Flashback Arc and even presents us Anatoly meeting Malcolm Merlyn. It’s cleary a highlight of the show.

21. The Bottle Episode (Supergirl Episode 5.10/97, Written by: Derek Simon, Directed by: Tawnia McKiernan)

The Post Crisis Carzyness lived in this episode. We got a lot of doppelgangers, most of them Brainys, and a lot of chaos, I mean more chaos then most other shows usually have, except for „Legends“. So I guess this episode was „Supergirl“ trying to do an episode of „Legends“. Also Brainy evolves in this one, so it wasn’t just for the laughs. In short: There was nothing not to like in this one.

20. Welcome to Earth-2/Escape from Earth-2 (The Flash Episodes 2.13-14/36-37, 36: Written By: Greg Berlanti, Andrew Kreisberg, Katherine Walczak, Directed By: Millicent Shelton, 37: Written By: Aaron Helbing, Todd Helbing, David Kob, Directed By: J. J. Makaro)

This two parter is the first time we ever visited a parallel earth. We visit Earth-2 in this, where pretty much everything and everyone is different. Adorable Nerd Barry, Cop Iris, Singer Joe and many more ahoy. But Deadshot of Earth-2 is the best thing about this reality. Too bad it pretty much everyone from over there was done away with later, but we will always have these episodes, so that is something.

19. Out of Time (The Flash Episode 1.15/15, Written By: Aaron Helbing, Todd Helbing, Directed By: Thor Freudenthal)

Time Travel is an important plot element of the Arrowverse, but it wasn’t always so. This is the first episode where Barry discovers that he can time travel, after kissing and losing Iris and witnessing the end of Central City. Which is one of those „everyone dies“ instances that are always cool and I always love. Also it’s Season 1 of „The Flash“, where they really couldn’t go wrong most of the time.

18. Starling City (Arrow Episode 8.1/ 161, Written by: Beth Schwartz und Marx Guggenheim, Directed by: James Bamford)

In this one we are essentially reliving the „Arrow“- pilot with a few signifcant changes. Turns out we are actually on Earth-2 and Oliver pretends to be his doppelganger in order to do a thing for The Monitor. Until the shocking ending, this on is like everyone favorites „Arrow“ fanfic come to live. Even the flashforwards were not bothering me in this.

17. Flash VS Arrow (The Flash 1.8/8, Written By: Ben Sokoloswki,m Brooke Eikmeier, Greg Berlanti, Andrew Kreisberg, Directed By: Glen Winter)

This one was the first real Crossover Episode of the Arrowverse and it blended classic comic book action which Season 1 „Flash“-Style, meaning it was beyond great. We never quite saw Oliver like this before and not very often after, and seeing him and Barry connect is just one of the joys of this superior episode.

16. Worlds Finest (Supergirl Episode 1.18/18, Written by: Greg Berlanti, Andrew Kreisberg, Michael Grassi, Directed by: Nick Gomez)

Speaking of the first seasons and Crossovers. This was the Crossover we always wanted, but never believed we would get, because back then “Supergirl” was on another network. But we got it anyway. Barry gets stranded on Karas Earth, which leads to a lot of chaos, many nice moment and fine jokes. This was one of the clear highlights of Season 1, and it paved the way for the season finale as well as future crossovers.

15. Myriad/Better Angles (Supergirl 1.19/19-1.20/20, Written By: Yahling Chang, Caitlin Parrish; Ali Adler, Andrew Kreisberg, Robert Rovner, Jessica Queller Directed By: Adam Kane; Larry Teng)

Season 1 of „Supergirl“ ended with this „all or nothing“ two-parter where everything came head to head. Driven and energatic „Supergirl“ cemented itself as one of the superior superheroe shows of it’s time. I loved the show, I loved Kara, I loved Cat and especially in this one.

14. Camelot 3000 (Legends of Tomorrow Episode 2.12/28, Written By: Anderson MacKenzie, Directed By: Antionio Negret)

From the far future to Camelot and King Arthur – this episodes travelled far and mixed those two areas up quite nice. In true Legends fashion Ray became a Knight of the Round Table, Sara got to hit on Guenevere, and Mick got to beat the adversary army with his brain. Yes, you read that one right. Just ask poor Martin about it. Given how much a love both Arthurian lore and the Legends this one remains one of my favorite up to today.

13. Meet the Legends (Legends of Tomorrow Episode 5.1/69, Written by: Grainne Godfree, James Eagan, Directed by: Kevin Mock)

In this episodes Ava tries to race money for the Time Bureau by making a documentary about the Legends and their work. This episode is the documentary and the making oft he documentary. Think Arrows „Emerald Archer“ only way carzier and funnier. The Legends meet Rasputin who kidnappes the camera team, while Ava writes Sara a very weird condolence note, everyone is acting weird(er) because cameras, and well it’s „Legends“ only even nuttier than normally. I love it.

12. Invasion! (2) (Arrow 5.8/100, Written by: Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, Wendy Mericle, Directed by: James Bamford)

In the middle of the big „Invasion“ Crossover „Arrow“ celebrated its 100the episode by looking at a world where the Gambit never sank. While the writers cleary had fun with Barry and Kara in this one, the heart lies in the dream reality, where things are better but sadly not real. Oliver, Thea and the others need to chose the life they want and weg et rewarded with a really great episode while they do so.

11. Raiders of the Lost Art (Legends of Tomorrow Episode 2.9/25, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Chris Fedak, Directed by: Dermott Downs)

This is officially the episode where „Legends“ went nuts. Oh and it’s a delicous one. George Lucas never became a filmmaker after being scared of by Malcolms and Damiens attempts to kill amnesiac Rip Hunter who thinks he is an American filmstudent, whose script is basically the plot of the shows first season. Too bad he can’t find a decent Vandal Savage. And that everyone thinks he is this Rip Hunter guy. Also Mick gets a brain surgey, Ray and Nate change occupations, and Amayas babysits their attempt to get George Lucas back to film school, and thanks god she does otherwise … well otherwise there would be no „Star Wars“ or „Indiana Jones“, would there?

10. Beebo the God of War (Legends of Tomorrrow 3.9/42, Written by: Grainne Goodfree und James Eagan, Directed by: Kevin Mock)

This was supposed to be the sad goodbye to Martin Stein and it still is that as well, but mostly it’s the episode about Beebo Day. You know, the blue god, who hungers for war and conquest? Whose birthday we celebrate once a year in december and … wait? What was I talking about? Oh, yeah Leo tries to make Mick quit drinking and Beebo get’s squeezed a lot. Well you have to see that one to know why it’s a great one, but believe me it is great.

9. Elseworlds 1-3 (Flash, Arrow, Supergirl, Part 1: The Flash Episode 5.9/101, Written By: Eric Wallace und Sam Chalsen, Directed By: Kevin Tancharoen und Tom Cavanagh, Part 2: Arrow Episode 7.9/147, Written by: Marc Guggenheim und Caroline Dries, Directed by: James Bamford, Part 3: Supergirl Episode 4.9/74, Written by: Mac Guggenheim, Derek Simon und Rob Rovner, Directed by: Jesse Warn)

In this Crossover Oliver und Barry switch identities which no one on Earth-1 believes, but Kara’s help leads to an evil not-quite Superman and a brand new reality. Also we are introduced to Batwoman and Gotham. And Lois Lane. Well, there is a lot going in there - even Gary guest stars on „Supergirl“ – but mainly Oliver is Barry and Barry is Oliver and that if fun and Kara makes a connection with the Elseworld version of Earth-1 Alex Danvers which is also great.

8. Legends of To-Meow-Meow (Legends of Tomorrow Episode 4.8/59, Written by: James Eagan und Ray Utarnachitt, Directed by: Ben Bray)

Sulky about missing out on the Crossover the Legends crossovered with themselves in Season 4. John and Charlie destroyed the timeline for selfish reasons, and now everything is wrong and everything they do makes things worse instead of better. Zari gets to spend most of the episode as a cat, the rest of the Legends get turned into puppets, we meet the Sirens of Spacetime and the Custodians of the Chronology, and a gay kiss saves all of spacetime. Why can’t all shows be more like „Legends“?

7. The Scientist/Three Ghosts (Arrow Episode: 2.8/31-2.9/32, 32: Written by: Greg Berlanti, Andrew Kreisberg, Geoff Johns, Ben Sokolowski, Directed by: Michael Schultz, John Behring)

This two parter introduces us to Barry Allen and culuminates in the „Arrow“-Version of a „Christmas Carol“ Oliver gets visited by three ghosts and Barry gets hit by lightning. Among other things. All very good stuff – I watch „Three Ghosts“ every Christmas, if I manage to get around to it. But this also is very the Arrowverse was born. And back then it was the best of „Arrow“ they ever did. And it still stands out today, combindes strong Flashbacks with a strong Main Story, which is all we ever wanted from „Arrow.“

6. Resist/Nevertheless, She Persisted (Supergirl 2.21/41-2.22/42, Written by: Derek Simon, Jessica Queller, Andrew Kreisberg, Robert Rovner, Caitlin Parrish, Directed by: Milicent Shelton, Glen Winter)

Season 2 of „Supergirl“ ends with a very strong two-parter that features the Daxamits Invasion of earth. Superman is in it, but these are all about Kara who get’s inspired by Cat Grant again, goes on to inspire everyone else in turn, faces of against the truly evil mother of the love of her life, and has to make a big sacrifice. The two parter was especially well written and no season finale of the show later ever measured up to it afterwards.

5. Reset (Arrow Episode 8.6/166, Written by: Onalee Hunter Hughes und Maya Houston, Directed by: David Ramsey)

Yes it’s a time loop episode in „Arrow“! Yes, it’s still „Arrow“, it will still break your heart. But it’s probably the moment the show embraced it’s funny pages origin the most wholehearted. It will make you cry in all the right ways. We get to say goodbye to Quentin in a prober way in this finally and that is beautiful. And Oliver gets around to accept his destiny which is heart breaking, but still this is my favorite episode of „Arrow“ if you get right down to it.

4. Fast Enough (The Flash 1.23/23, Written By: Greg Berlanti, Andrew Kreisberg, Gabrielle Stanton, Directed By: Dermott Downs)

Season 1 of „The Flash“ has the strongest Season Finale in the history of the Arrowverse. In a very real way it could only get downhill from here. This one will break your heart in so many ways, but it’s the good sort of pain, that makes an impact, may even destroy a part of you, but makes you come out stronger in the end. The whole season comes together in this one and never falls apart (that will only happen later, if you think about it, but it’s explained away by later reveals). Sadly neither this show nor the others could ever measure up to this one, but on the other hand that is exactly what made it special.

3. The Faithful (Supergirl 3.4/46, Written By: Paula Yoo, Katie Rose Rogers, Directed by: Jesse Warn)

This one is my favorite episode of „Supergirl“. Mainly because this is what a certain director tried to do nut failed at in three movies: An exploration of the idea that Kryptonians are essentially Gods compared to humans. This episode is always respectful and has much to say, it touches on Karas own faith, shows us a new and intriguing side of James, and creates a villain that should have ruled the show and the season, but who sady stumbled later. In this one though Coville is just perfect. Like the whole episode.

2. Duet (The Flash Episode 3.17/63, Written By: Aaron Helbing, Todd Helbing, Greg Berlani, Andrew Kreisberg, Directed By: Dermott Daniels Downs)

It’s the Musical Episode! This „Flash“/„Supergirl“-Crossover has all the jazz – singing, dancing, kissing, opening up about feelings – and also a mini „Glee“-Reunion. Kara and Barry are trapped in a Musical Dream World and doomed to follow the plot, while Wally has to confront Darren Crisses Musis Meister. For vocals sakes the episode also includes John Barrowman and Victor Gaber of course, because there was no excuse to make this episode without them. I love this one just as much as it was to be expected and I will never forgive them for never making another Musical episode in any of the shows.

1. The One Where We are trapped on TV (Legends of Tomorrow Episode 5.13/81, Written by: Grainne Godfree, James Eagan, Directed by: Marc Guggenheim)

And the award for the Craziest TV Episode of all time goes to this one, where the Legends are trapped on TV. Charlie put them there to protect them, and so we get very familiar but strange versions of „Friends“, „Downtown Abbey,“ and „Star Trek“ with the Legends as the main characters instead. We also meet a murderous Mister Parker, get another musical number lead by the Tarazi siblings, and are as amazed as Mona about everything that is going on here. Can „Legends“ ever top what they did here? Or anything else in the Arrowverse? Let’s not challenge them, I am sure they can. But until then, we have this one, which of course is not only my favorite episode of „Legends“ but also the whole Arrowverse.

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