#Razz's lil blurbs

[folinasahlo]

In Trench I’m not Alone

This is more of a Rant writing that I did for a written skills class. It’s really short and under the cut, there’s some context if you want to read.

Words: 298

Warnings: None

It was ending, and everyone knew, you could see faces, crying, hands raised in the dark. Your feet started to hurt, but it did not matter. The beat of the drums and the rhythm of the piano were invading every inch of your body, small in comparison of the multitude of people that were facing them.

Them, the people who appeared in your life a year ago, but they were in silence, hidden. They were hidden during months until they returned. Handing us new music, new moments, new memories.

Oh, when you knew they were coming, the adrenaline levels broke through the ceilings. It was a birthday present. You could go see them. Go to the city, go to see them, go to see your best friend.

The months passed. And the day arrived. And now it was ending. You could feel it in your throat. The tears piling in your eyes.

“In Trench I’m not alone”

You broke. It was true, you were not alone, not there. They were with you, the friends you made in the cue were with you, the friends you made along the way were with you. The strangers that surrounded you and sang along were there.

No, you weren’t alone, and that, in a strange way, it warmed your heart. But it was the end and you knew it. your hands were trembling. It couldn’t end. Not now, not when you experimented for the first time in the 18 years of your life euphoria.

But, yes, as everything in this world, ended. You followed your friends outside and bought a bottle of water, the music still ringing in your ears and still sniffling, the tears drying in your cheeks.

You won’t be alone, even if you feel like it. In Trench, you will never be alone.

AN: Well, on February of 2018 I fell in love with the music of Twenty One Pilots, in a moment that was one of the worst of the decade. They gave me hope, but they were in the middle of a year-long hiatus that at the moment we didn’t know how much it would last. Then, some cryptid stuff appeared and Jumpsuit and Nico and the Niners were released, starting the Trench era.

On the 16th of March of 2019, Twenty One Pilots had a concert in Madrid, The city where my best friend lives and we have a long-distance relationship. We met for the first time and we had good times around the city. In the queue, I met two cool people that were from a City near mine and we entered together to the pit. I had an awesome experience, and when Leave the City started playing, I cried. I felt really comforted around people like me, and I was sad that it was ending.

Hope you really liked this little blurb, it was more of a venting text, since it was still fresh in my mind and it’s one of the moments that I still have more vividly.

See you soon!

[brian-roger-deaky-and-fred]

Puzzle Pieces (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Summary: Roger and the Reader go home for Christmas. Remembering how much you loved Roger as a kid reminds you of how much you love Roger now. But does he feel the same way?

Warnings: A Kiss, Maybe One Bad Word??, A Mention of Alcohol, Slight Angst (With a Happy Ending!!), Fluff :"^), Mentions of Christmas

A/N: Hey everybody! I've missed you all so so much! It's so so good to be posting again! I hope you've all had a Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year! This is just a little blurb I was asked to write for the A Kind of Magic Fanzine! Check it out guys! You can find it right here! Thank you guys so much for your patience with me. I have so so much to catch up on! I've been working a ton but I've been writing every chance I get! I love you all! Please feel free to comment!! Feedback from you guys encourages me more than anything! I hope you enjoy this lil holiday blurb!

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"My darlings!" Winifred Taylor cooed as she opened her arms to you and her son. "Come in! Come in! You'll catch your death!" You both grinned, bending down to let the little woman hug you.

"Mum-" Roger giggled, hugging her tight. "The whole house smells like Burbon!"

She chuckled happily, giving the same mischievous smile Roger always did when he was up to no good. "I'm only making fruitcake, you nutter! Shame on you! Making a drunkard out of me!" She gave a teasing wink, pinching his cheek lovingly. She rubbed it softly with her thumb, noticing how his skin was still red and cold from the snow.

"Was the trip easy enough on you? You've got to watch out for the black ice, Roger, you know.-" Roger chuckled to himself as he helped you peel off your gloves, icey and wet from the snow. Winifred continued her tittering as she carried in a little tea tray from the kitchen, "It worries me! You driving in that horrible van! You have nice tires right? And you drive slowly in the snow?"

"Yes, mum." He smiled softly as he warmed your hands between his own.

"You're cold!", She exclaimed, suddenly noticing your shivers. "Oh my dear! Come darling, let's get you warmed up. My goodness, you get more and more lovely every time I see you!" You blushed to yourself as she sat you on the couch, draping a quilt over your shoulders and passing you a tea cup and saucer. "Here you are dear...Look at you! I can hardly believe it! I swear, just yesterday you two were sitting on this same couch listening to that little radio show you both loved so much. Always giggling and whispering back and forth..."

Roger's chest went warm at the thought. His best friend...always rough housing and laughing with him until his big blue eyes filled with happy tears. He plopped down in the arm chair beside you, humming. "You remember when you got those rollerskates for Christmas?" He smiled at the thought, chuckling. "The ones that strapped onto you shoes? Little red wheels?"

You grinned, nodding with excitement at the little memory. "My mom kept telling us we'd break our necks if we tried them out while the road was icy!"

He laughed, blushing with embarrassment, "God, we never listened  did we?"

Winifred scoffed, "No! You didn't! Cheeky little goblins!" She shook her head amusedly, taking your empty cup from the table. "Do either of you need anything to eat? I'm going to check the cake."

Roger giggled, "Sure you are, mum! You just need another shot!"

She tutted, giving him a teasingly stern glance, "I'm going to need a few shots if you keep razzing me Roger Meddows!"

You giggled sweetly at her playful exasperation as Roger pried himself up from the easy chair and wandered over to plop down next to you on the couch, laying his head in your lap. Smiling, you gently twirled one of his blonde locks around on your finger. He scrunched his nose, giving a big, loud yawn and stretching his arms.

You chuckled softly, "Sleeping Beauty prick her finger?"

"Hey! Some of us didn't get to doze off in the passenger seat the whole ride over!" His voice was sweet and croaky with drowsiness.

"I packed your whole bloody suitcase for you! You baby!"

His jaw dropped, brow furrowing, "I am not a baby!"

You laughed, and Roger couldn't help but grin at the sound. He'd always loved your laugh. It sounded like a bird song. He smirked, "At least I don't talk in my sleep!" You crooked your brow and he grinned, knowing he had you.

"I don't talk in my sleep!"

"Oh yes you do! Mumbled the whole way here!" Your ears started to go warm as he grinned at his cleverness. "Oh, Roger! Roger I'm so in love with you! You're beautiful, Roger!" He mimicked you teasingly, making your stomach sink.

Your cheeks flushed completely red, your eyes going wide. Your throat tightened, and Roger could feel you stiffen. His smile faded.

 "I....I....I never...said..." You swallow thickly, gently guiding Roger to sit up from his place against your lap.

Winifred wandered back into the living room, dusting flour from her hands. "Would anyone fancy a movie? Or I have home videos!"

"Actually...I...-"

Her bright eyes faded as she saw the look on your face.

"-...I think I'm going to go onto bed."

 Her expression fell. "Oh heavens darling, are you alright? It looks like you've seen a ghost." She cradled your face sweetly, feeling your temperature with the back of her hand.

"I'm alright." You gave a weak smile, holding her wrists. "Truly. Everything is so lovely. I'm just...just tired from the travel I suppose."

She gave a little nod, glancing to Roger, who stood and grabbed your suitcase. Winifred grabbed an extra blanket from the linen closet and a bathrobe. "I planned for you to sleep in Roger's room. Would that be alright?"

You nodded quietly, taking your suitcase from Roger. "I've got it."

He frowned, releasing the suitcase and allowing you to roll it down the hall.

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Winifred spread the extra blanket over the bed, dutifully smoothing any wrinkles with the back of her hand, "Did he say something rude to you? He's rude at times. I know it. He says things he doesn't mean-"

"Oh no...No he's been so lovely, Winifred, I promise." You combed through your hair gently as you unbuckled your suitcase. "I just...I think I've been a bit silly." Your voice broke a little as your eyes burnt with the beginning with tears. You busied in your suitcase, searching out pajamas.

"Silly, how, my love?"

"I..um..." Timidly, you turn to face her. "...I think I started to let myself believe that...that maybe Roger might love me." You held your pajamas against your chest shakily, A tear escaping to roll down your cheek.

Winifred's expression softened, "Oh darling-"

You sniffled, wiping your tears. "I mean, I know he loves me as...as his friend, you know? He loves the girl he got into trouble with and tested out r-rollerskates with and-"

The little woman frowned as you fought the quivering of your voice.

"But I think I always hoped that maybe he'd...he'd love me in the...the different way." You swallowed thickly, more tears burning. "The way where he'd hold my hand or k-kiss my cheeks o-or-" You broke off into a little sob. Winifred rushed to your side in an instant. Gently, she dried your tears, mumbling little motherly reassurances.

"Oh my goodness gracious, sweetheart, dry up those tears...now now...Roger'll never forgive me if he thinks I've made you cry."

 You whimpered a little apology, choking out a sad laugh.

"No, love, no no no...Don't be sorry." You sniffled softly as she sat you down, gently running her fingers through your hair and whispering reassurances. "Now I don't know everything..." She soothed, tucking a strand behind your ear. "But I do know, that the two of you go together like puzzle pieces." Your eyes fluttered shut. "You always have. It's like you're made for one another. You get each other."

Timidly, you nodded, trying to relax your muscles.

"And I also know, that when you find the person that fits you like a puzzle piece, there's not anything on earth that could keep you from loving that person." Your heart calmed, and you sniffled, nodding with tearful eyes. Slowly, she lifted your chin with her warm hands, looking you in the eye with a soft smile. She tutted softly, brushing away one last stray tear. "Oh darling...tell that silly boy how you feel."

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Is was about two in the morning before you finally worked up the courage to stumble into the living room.

Roger laid across the couch, staring up at the glowing Christmas tree with exhausted, open eyes. Quietly, you walked over, sitting yourself on the floor beside the couch where he laid. He perked up, glancing at you. You met his eyes, heart settling in your chest as he gave you a soft, apologetic smile.

"Couldn't sleep?"

You shook your head gently.

He sighed, "Me either. Guess it's always hard to sleep on Christmas Eve though, huh?" You nodded again, giving a soft smile. "Used to toss and turn all night waiting for..."He yawned, stretching. "Father Christmas."

 You smiled dreamily. Even as sleep deprived as you were each Christmas morning, it never stopped you from running down the street to Roger's house to share and brag of your spoils.

"Mhm...It's not Christmas Eve anymore though, is it?" He glanced it the clock, "Merry Christmas, pretty girl."

His voice was still sleepy and rough. Gently, he reached down to take your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

You met his eyes, smiling back at him lovingly. "Merry Christmas, Roger Meddows."

He gave a little chuckle at the mimick of his mother, sighing again and squeezing your hand. "I didn't mean to upset you, earlier. I'm sorry." He shot you a sympathetic look, gauging your response before he moved over on the couch, giving you room to curl up beside him if you wanted. His eyes looked hopeful. Slowly, you climbed up beside him. He gave a happy sigh as you relaxed against his chest.

"I'm...I'm sorry I ran off..." You hummed into his Pajama shirt. He gave your arm a sweet little rub, a silent acceptance of your apology. "I think I just got embarrassed."

"Embarassed..." He whispered sleepily, playing with your hair. You pause, eyes fluttering close as you enjoy his touch.

"B-Because....Because I do think you're beautiful."

His hand paused where it was combing through your hair, and he turned to meet your gaze. His eyes were big with surprise.

"Yeah?"

You nodded shyly, heart speeding as his lips spread into a grin.

"You really mean it?"

You nodded again, a deep blush spreading over your cheeks.

He laid back against the armrest, a lazy, blissful smile on his face. "Blimey.....I mean...Blimey."

You chuckled softly, nervously tucking hair behind your ear, "You're happy?"

"Of course I'm happy, silly thing! You're my best friend." He gave a soft smile, joy in his sleepy eyes. "I've loved you since I was six..."

You felt like your chest was going to burst, "L-Loved you too...for so long."

There was a pause, and before Roger could stop himself, he kissed you chastely, soft and sweet and gentle.

Your breath hitched, slowly processing what had just happened. Roger's eyes were hooded, and he had just started to stutter out a whispered apology when you gave a little whimper, pulling him back for a longer, needier kiss. He hummed against your lips, cradling your face and holding you tight against him. You nuzzled up against him needily, wrapping your arms around him as you finally let yourself kiss the boy you'd longed to kiss for so many years. Roger grinned against your lips, giving a little giggle. "God, you precious thing..."

You grin, blushing and hiding your face against the crook of his neck, "Rog?" You mumbled timidly. "D-Do you wanna sleep in your bed with me?"

He hummed sleepily, his hand tracing up and down your back.

 "I just...I want you keep holding me and I think it'd be more comfortable than the couch."

 Again, he grinned, groaning as he stood from the couch and scooped you up into his arms bridal style.

You squealed, holding on tight to his shoulders. "I can walk, silly boy!"

"Oh no no. I'm never letting you go again. Im afraid you're stuck with me."

You slept well that night with him curled up beside you, wrapping you up tight in his arms.

In fact, you were sure you hadn't slept so well in your whole life.

And that Christmas morning, Winifred was very pleased to find an empty couch in her living room.

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