#Sean would laugh at me for crying over some hot guy who I am clearly the side girl to

[the-cooler-king]

One of those texts I kind of need to sit on before I decide how I'm going to word it.

I never know how to start these, but I always have an idea on what to say. Your opinion of me actually matters a lot & the implication that you believe that I lie to you or I'm not doing enough is kinda hurtful. It comes across to me like my effort is worthless to you & that what I want doesn't matter at all. I wouldn't bring it up if I didn't think you cared, and I know you're going through a lot and shouldn't have to worry about me, but I'm getting mixed signals that are really throwing me off. What do you want from me? Am I asking too much of you and you don't know how to tell me? I sincerely want to be there for you, regardless of what it looks like to get to that point, but if you don't want me there you can tell me! What you want matters just as much, if not more, to me. I'm not the kind of person to be hostile about things if they don't work out. I don't want to be another source of stress or negativity for you, and I don't want you to be afraid of being honest with me. I constantly question if you're just too nice to tell me you aren't interested anymore, and even if you are, I might need more reassurance than you can give me because I don't think I'm very worth it to anyone for anything. If you don't think I'm trying hard enough then tell me what I need to do to change that! I'm at the point of just not knowing what I bring to your life, if anything at all. You don't need to deal with me on top of everything else, so, I'm sorry for this. Even if you don't text me back I'll feel better once I get it out there. The only thing I've ever been afraid of is not communicating exactly how much I care about you & how much you mean to me - even if it doesn't matter to you, or you don't believe me. If there comes a day where we aren't in each other's lives anymore for whatever reason, I don't want either of us to question what could've been said or done differently or regret not doing more.

[taleofharrison]

Catch You | Luke Hemmings

Summary: Reader goes to Luke’s home at 3 in the morning and he immediatly knows somethings wrong.

Warnings: Mentions of a toxic relationship.

Requested: No, but you can leave one if you want check read before requesting here

Word Count: 1194

A/N: I was feeling angsty and upset with life and this popped up in my mind now that I wrote it and it’s out of my system I feel way better and hope you enjoy. Feedback is appreciated.

PART 2 HERE

A dim light coming from the lamp next to the couch, guitar on his lap and Petunia softly snoring and a few chords could be heard in Luke's living room at 3 am. Working on the new album had taken over his life completely waking up at random times in the night to work on ideas he had on dreams.

"What do you think? Huh?" Luke asked Petunia about the chords he had put together only getting as an answer snores a little bit louder than usual.

"I know...I'm not sure about it either" he chuckled putting his attention back on his guitar ready to work on a new riff or something he knew the boys would love and finish a song the next day or more likely later that day.

He was ready to work on a new set of chords only getting distracted by the knocking on the door. It was 3:30 in the morning he was sure it had to be urgent putting his guitar aside and with Petunia by his side he made his way to the door.

"Y/N!" he gasped once he opened the door "what happened?"

"I-I didn't know where else to go" Y/N shrugged, keeping her look down.

"But you are okay?" he asked again with a concerned voice “Where’s Sean?

“I shouldn’t have come I’ll-I’ll call you in the morning" she rambled trying to get away from him.

"Y/N don't..." he softly grabbed her wrist pulling her closer to the light "Is that a bruise?"

A quick look at the girl's face said it all a big bruise was forming around her left eye. He noticed her flinch quickly closing her eyes when he softly put her hair away to take a better look at it.

"Did Sean do it?" he spoke again after what felt like an eternity of silence. He got his answer when Y/N burst down crying hiding her face in his chest "Come in, I'll make you some tea"

Y/N made her way to the living followed by Petunia while Luke went to the kitchen to make her a hot cup of tea Petunia immediately cuddled Y/N making her smile. It was nice to feel her next to her after the night she had.

"Alright" Luke put the cups on the coffee table and wrapped Y/N in a blanket "Now get warm and relaxed and if you're ready you can tell me what happened in the morning"

The girl hummed at the feeling of the hot tea running down her throat. She took a look at the living room and she saw Luke's guitar and a notebook next to her place on the couch "Were you songwriting?" Y/N inquired holding the tea cup with both hands in front of her lips.

"Yeah I-doesn't matter I was getting nowhere anyways" he shrugged "It was a good thing though I was here to catch you"

After a few attempts to make her laugh or at least smile and successfully doing so twice both of them decided it was time to go to sleep.

"I can lend you a hoodie or a shirt if you want to or..." Luke suggested looking at his friend who was waiting by the door frame.

"A hoodie is fine '' she softly said and Luke pulled out one handing it to her "can I sleep with you? I don't feel like sleeping by myself in the guests room"

"Of course!" he answered with a smile "and I'll call the guys tell them that I need a day off"

"You don't have to do that" Y/N said "I'm going to be fine"

"I want to" he assured her "maybe you'll need somebody to talk to and I want to be here"

"Okay" Y/N said with a small weak smile.

Y/N woke up to an empty bed, a quick look at her phone showed she had a lot of missed calls and messages from Sean but the sounds coming from the kitchen caught her attention though she knew Luke couldn't cook so she made her to the kitchen to see what was going on.

"What are you doing Luke?" Y/N asked with a playful smile on her lips "You can't cook"

"I wanted to surprise you" he smiled "and I know how to make pancakes. I also told the boys i was going to go to the studio late and you're coming with me I don't want you to be alone now sit down please"

The girl giggled as an answer and took a seat in front of Luke on the breakfast table simultaneously her lit up with another call from Sean she of course ignored.

"He's not gonna leave me alone, is he?" she muttered  looking at the phone screen that showed a new phone call that was going to be ignored.

"He tried to call I don't know how many times and he's trying again" she spoke louder so Luke could hear "but I'm not going back".

"What happened exactly?" Luke inquired taking a seat in front of her "You seemed happy and you just moved in with him...I thought you were meant to last" he really wanted to understand.

"I did too" she sighed, playing with her fork and the plate of pancakes.

"I told him I was going out with my friends he said it was okay and I told him I'd be back by 1 am or so but I was the designated driver and I had to make sure my friends got home so I arrived later than what I said" she explained "I didn't think he'd be waiting for me but there he was...he screamed and the next thing I know his fist is against my eye".

"Y/N" was everything Luke could say. He was so angry and upset to hear the story. It wasn't that big of a deal and he still did this shit.

"I should've seen it coming" Y/N scoffed "Ever since I moved in with him he's been being jealous to a toxic level, he's always asking me where I'm at and gets mad when I say I'm with you guys and if I asked him the same question he gets really angry and defensive. He's always trying to control what I'm going to wear".

It was as though she was realising all the signs that she should've seen that were a warning that could've avoided this.

"t's not your fault" Luke assured her. He knew what was going on in her mind "He's an asshole and he clearly doesn't deserve you"

Y/N sighed when her phone lit up again with another call that wasn't going to be answered "Is he going to stop? I mean...can't he take a hint?" Luke retored.

"I guess we haven't officially broken up" Y/N laughed at her best friend's reaction. Luke smiled, he loved to make her laugh.

"Well you can make it official when me and the boys go help you pick up your stuff at his place" he simply said "and you're staying with me for as long as you want"

"You're a great guy Luke" she said smiling looking at his beautiful blue eyes.

Gif not mine

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Three A.M.

strawberryfields-forever said: Hey again! I was wondering if maybe you could do another rog x reader where the reader gets in a fight with her parents or something and she goes to rog for comfort and just really cute and fluffy please and thank you xxxx

“Christ’s sake, Freddie, it’s 3 am, what do you want now?” Roger complained as he swung open the door to his hotel room, expecting Freddie to be bothering him at all hours of the night like he’d done the last three nights of this tour. He was about to let Freddie have it for interrupting his beauty sleep, but he promptly shut his mouth as he realized it was not the lead singer standing outside of his door, but you, a teary-eyed mess clad in wrinkly pajamas.

“Sorry, Rog, nevermind, I can go back to my room,” you started to apologize, sniffling as you rubbed the tears out of your eyes and tried to pull it together. He was right - it was late.

“No, no, Y/N, come in, sweetheart,” he stammered, momentarily embarrassed that he’d yelled in your face so loudly when you looked so fragile. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he guided you into the room and let the door swing shut behind the both of you as he led you to the bed, sitting you down on the edge. He took a seat right next to you, one arm still tentatively around you as the other hand rested on your shoulder closest to him. “What’s wrong, love? Who’s got you all upset? Do I need to beat on them?”

You giggled weakly at that, sniffling again and pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes as you shook your head. Roger was adorably protective of you, and that’s why he was the first person you’d thought of coming to once you’d hung up on your parents just minutes ago. He was your guardian angel.

“I just,” you started, already at a loss for words. “I called my parents a bit ago, yeah, because I wanted to check up on them, and… boy, did they let me have it.” You felt the tears welling up in your eyes again, and Roger pouted as he pulled you into a warm, firm hug. Letting it all out, you cried hard into his shoulder, your arms folded up against his chest and your fingers curling up into fists as you bawled your eyes out. “Rog, I don’t know what to do anymore, I try to do what makes me happy and it just pisses my parents off more and more! I just want to live my life my own way, and they’re making it impossible.”

Roger cooed softly and rested his cheek on top of your head, listening to you as you ranted. He knew the best way for you to cope was to get it all out first, and he rubbed your back reassuringly as you did so, just listening instead.

“I keep trying to tell them that I’m a part of the crew, but my dad’s stupid one-track mind is still convinced that I’m just Queen’s personal whore. He called me a slag, Roger! My own dad!” You sniffled as you tried to calm down enough that you wouldn’t start yelling about the whole situation, which probably would have amused Roger more than he would have liked to admit. Seeing you yelling was like watching a puppy try to play fight with a big dog, and promptly getting waylaid by said big dog.

“Here, let’s lay down here for a second and relax,” Roger murmured, helping you scoot up on the bed and pulling back the covers for you, then going and grabbing a water from the ice pail before coming back to the bed and handing you the water. He then crawled over you and joined you in bed once you’d taken a couple drinks, opening his arms and letting you curl up against his side before he wrapped an arm around you securely. “Now, what started the argument?”

“I-I guess it was when my mom asked if I was still on tour. I told them I was, and my dad just started ripping me a new one about irresponsibility, and childishness, and being a general whore. I kept trying to tell him about what I do but he doesn’t believe a ‘girl has any place on a roadie crew.’ His words, not mine.”

Roger furrowed his brows at that, playing with the ends of your hair softly as he looked down at you. “Your father sounds like he has a small dick,” he noted out loud, making you gasp, then shoot up into a sitting position and stare at him like he was an alien for that hot take. After a moment, you started laughing between tears and slumped back down next to him, draping an arm across his stomach and burying your face in his side as you tried to subside your giggles.

“Rog, I’m serious, come on,” you complained, only giggling a bit as you said it. Roger laughed, then apologized quickly before urging you to go on. “I mean, I don’t know what I’ve got to do to convince my parents that I’m doing real work here, and not some second rate sex work. Why do they have to shit on everything that I show a genuine interest in? Like, when I wanted to buy the new James Bond movie back in ‘64, they told me no because they said I just wanted it to ‘ogle at him.’”

Silence filled the hotel room for a moment, and you wondered what Roger was thinking as he stayed completely still, his hand rubbing circles into your back. “I mean… It is Sean Connery we’re talking about here,” he finally said, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder as he looked down at you. He only received a nasty look in response and he raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, not the point. My mistake.”

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” you mumbled after he returned his arm to its position around you. “I’m the black mark on my family tree, and I don’t understand how I’m going to make it better.” Beyond hopeless, you felt another tear spring forth out of your eye and you didn’t even attempt to move as it slid down your cheek, landing on Roger’s warm bare skin.

He gently squeezed your shoulder as he realized you were crying again, a frown ghosting across his lips before he sat up a bit against the headboard and pulled you towards him so that your back was against his chest, and you rested between his legs. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he gently rested his chin on top of your head and kept frowning, wanting desperately to cheer you up. You were his obvious favorite of the crew, and seeing you hurting was making him hurt as well. “That’s tough, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head softly and nuzzling your hair for a moment before speaking again. “Have you talked to them about this?”

“Of course, but they just tell me I’m being irrational,” you mumbled, resting your hands on top of Roger’s and leaning back into him.

“Well, that’s on them, then,” Roger replied simply, taking your hands and wrapping both of his around yours. “You’ve made the effort to try and work it out, but maybe it just isn’t in the cards, love. Maybe they weren’t mean to be your true family. Sometimes, blood isn’t what’s important, you know?”

You smiled faintly, sniffling and blinking away your tears as you slipped your hands out of Roger’s, turning to hug his torso and lay your head on his chest, your body resting comfortably between his legs. “You’re right, Rog. You guys are my family now,” you agreed, sniffling again as Roger went to wipe the tears from your face gently.

“Damn well better be,” he murmured, a bit teasingly in tone, but you knew he meant it by the way he brushed your hair back with his fingers after he said it. “But seriously, Y/N, screw your parents. If they don’t support what you love, then they’re history. You’ve got all of us around you, every day, and we love you and what you do. You’re a complete badass, Y/N, a real, true badass and you shouldn’t let yourself get upset over their lousy opinions. It’s a load of bollocks, it is.”

You genuinely smiled at Roger’s words, giggling softly at his insistence that you were, in fact, a badass. After your giggles subsided, you leaned your head back against Roger’s shoulder and smiled up at him, your eyes still puffy but clear of any tears, which sent a wave of relief crashing through his body. He smiled warmly back down at you and nudged your nose with his, an affectionate action he’d actually started when you’d joined their tour crew a year or two ago to annoy you, but now it had become your thing. The first time he’d did it, you nearly smacked him.

“Y/N! Where are my spare drumsticks?” Roger had asked while you’d clearly been in the middle of getting one of the drums equipped with the proper mic. You’d shrugged in response, not having the time for his pestering, and nodded over to Ratty.

“Dunno. Ask him, Taylor,” you’d mumbled, trying to focus on what you were doing.

Roger huffed, a bit melodramatically, and you rolled your eyes before straightening up and turning to face him. “I’ve already asked Peter, and who do you think he sent me to?” he asked smugly, giving you a shit-eating grin as he crossed his arms.

You’d shaken your head and held back a grin at him, going back to working on the microphone as you crouched down, fiddling with one of the wires. “I told you, Roger, I don’t know where your drumsticks are. Can you buzz off now?”

“Oh, no, not until you tell me where they are,” he’d persisted, crouching down between you and the drums, effectively stifling your work and making you groan.

“Roger, I’m not kidding, I haven’t got a clue where your bloody drumsticks are!”

“Well,” he’d pouted, sitting down on the wires completely and not getting out of your personal space whatsoever. “Where did you see them last, love?”

“I don’t know, Roger!” you had sighed, exasperated as you’d thrown your hands up in confusion. “Someone said something about Brian’s guitar going to the little side stage curtain area for now, where you guys go to wank one out between songs or something, maybe your shit went there too! Now can you kindly go somewhere else?” you pleaded with him, placing your hands on his shoulders and shaking him gently.

He had grinned goofily, then took you by the shoulders as well and rested his head against yours playfully wiggling his eyebrows. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said, then he nudged your nose with his and scrambled up to his feet when you swung at him, running off as you cursed after him for being such a nuisance. Now, you loved that cutesy little gesture. It now actually worried you when he didn’t do it often.

Smiling widely at the memory, you nudged his nose fondly in reciprocation. “You’re too sweet,” you murmured, burying your face in his neck and closing your eyes as you decided to just enjoy his company instead of dwelling on thoughts of your family tonight. Roger was right, you had a support system here, and that’s what was important. Roger, John, Freddie, Brian, Ratty, everyone. They were all your family now, and you couldn’t ask for a better one even if you tried.

You were pretty tired from crying so much, and didn’t even realize you were dozing off until Roger carefully reached over to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, readjusting both of you so that you were both still in the same position, just laying down instead. Too exhausted to even say goodnight, you just snuggled up to him more and rested your head on the center of his chest, one of his hands resting on top of your head as if to shield it.

As you peacefully fell into a deep sleep, you heard Roger murmur softly as he pulled the blanket over the two of you, “Good night, love. Sleep tight.”

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[iheartgrayson]

who's he? | grayson dolan

💘FLUFFY💘

A/N: I had seen dads shaving and then showing their selves at their children and I couldn’t resist the idea with Grayson’s new look. So here it goes….😍

You were beyond surpised with the twin’s idea and extremely excited for filming the video with the twins this week because it was kind of special for both you and Grayson.

First of all, it was the first video of them being proud adults. They haven’t stop talking about being eighteen and adults and legal. You had turned eighteen some months ago and you were that excited too so you understood them.

Secondly, it was the first video that you would be showing yours and Grayson’s baby girl, Remington. She was never planted but you loved the gift God blessed you with even if it was in that young of age. She was a miracle both you and Grayson had created and made your life so much better.

She was five months and you believed it was good enough to post a video of her in public and she kind of fitted in that specific video too.

“I can’t believe you are making me do this, dude.” Grayson whined at his older twin who had a sinister smile on his face.

“Well, you should be clever next time bro. But clearly it won’t happen because I am the smarter twin.” Ethan said and turned the camera to his face and winked.

You were sitting there watching the whole scene getting emotionally prepared for what was about to happen. You saw the guy coming in the small room and working on the nose pirerce on your boyfriend’s nose. He closed his eyes tight and reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers and squishing them.

You smiled at his adorableness. You looked at his face and your eyes widened at him. He was hot with the nose piercing.

Next top it was their mother’s salon. It was the best person for that kind of job.

So that’s why Lisa started working on Grayson’s eyebrows making two lines.

“Oh my Gosh.” He was pissed off at both me and Ethan since we were laughing our asses off with the grimaces he was making.

“I believe we look fraternal now Ethan.” Grayson groaned out and rolled his eyes at us.

“I think no.” Ethan said and tapped his chin with his finger. “One more thing.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at your boyfriend’s brother and then turned to Grayson. “He is such an evil bitch.” He groaned running his hands through his marvelous silky hair while Ethan was chatting with their mom.

“Hey, it’s okay. Think about about our girl.” I tried to take his mind off and it worked as Grayson smiled like a fool at the mention of her.

“Fuck, you found my weakness.” He replied and you both laughed as now Lisa turned his chair and prepared him.

“What is she going to do to him?” I asked Ethan.

“Let’s say that your little clown is going to look brighter.” That was so confusing but as your eyes landed on the paintbrush and paint you understood what he was talking about.

“Oh no!” You said scared as Ethan started laughing like an evil guy.

“I don’t know what to say.” Grayson replied as the camera was pointing at his face.

“You look like a punk.” Ethan said as Lisa finished with him and turned to look at himself on the mirror. The way the aluminum foil was wrapped indeed made him look like a punk.

One hour later he was done and it was time to look at the results. You were all so much surprised but you had to admit he was such a hot and handsome little snack. You were so damn turned on.

“Let’s go and see how my niece would react to that.” Ethan said to the camera and smirked.

You were soon back home. Sean and Cameron hsd stayed behind to watch over Remington while you had gone to Grayson’s make over.

“Go upstairs and take her before I reveal myself.” Grayson pointed out and you nodded your head.

You walked upstairs and Ethan was behind you ready to start filming. Your baby girl was on her baby crib while Cameron was showing her toys. “You’re back.” She exclaimed.

“Yeah,” You said and smiled to your baby who started bubbling loudly as soon as her small eyes fall on you. You bent down and took her in your arms and kissed her cheek. “And we are ready to shoot. Say hi to the camera Remi.” You pointed at Ethan’s hands and she soon looked over there.

“Hey beautiful.” Ethan said with a baby voice and made baby noises.

“Do you want to see daddy, huh?“ Her head snapped so fast at the world ‘daddy’ that made all of you laugh. She was such a daddy’s girl and didn’t try to hide it. “Yes? You want to see Dada? Such a daddy’s girl.” You winked over the camera and yelled at Grayson so he could come over.

“Hey, Remi. Look this.” Ethan had grabbed a diggling toy and shook it so her eyes would stick on it instead so Grayson could step inside the room.

Soon, he tip toed inside and stood by the window. This time Cameron took the camera so Ethan could stand beside his brother. You walked slowly towards them and turned Remington around slowly and stopped at Grayson.

Her bright hazel eyes averted from you to the twins and soon they landed on Grayson who had his hands waiting for her. You all stood there for a couple seconds and that was when she started crying. Your eyes went wide at her reaction and Grayson’s smile fell.

“What the fuck? My own daughter don’t like me. I look like a stupid.” Grayson explained over the camera while you tried to calm her down.

“Hahaha, that was not what I was expecting at all.” Ethan said and broke into a fit of laughs too when he saw the disappointed look on his brother’s face. “Guys, this is so freaking funny. Gray, your daughter officially doesn’t like you.”

You walked back closer to them, Remi still crying, and pointed at Grayson. “Look, it’s daddy. Daddy, baby.” She continued but her arms extended but not to the person you were all hoping for.

She was shaking her small hands at Ethan, seeing that his face looked more familiar. He grabbed her from you and took her in his arms. “Hey monkey.” He kissed her forehead and shook her slightly, easing her cries.

Two more minutes and she stopped. You were all reviled for that but she didn’t stop there. No, her vision was locked at Grayson’s sad and broken face and she was examining the new unfamiliar face.

You three stood there waiting for a reaction from her. One whole minute and that was. That was when the biggest toothless smile broke into her pinkish lips as she shook her feet in happiness hiting Ethan’s stomach on the progress and her hands danced towards Grayson.

You looked over him and saw the exact same smile on his face, only he had teeth.

He grabbed her immediately and planted the biggest kiss in her cheek. “I knew it. I knew that you would recognize me princess. Guys, she is such a clever baby. Oh my God.” He said and kissed her again.

She fell on his face and started bubbling again and making weird baby noises.

“So, guys. That is for this week’s video. It was extremely fun and I am so glad that finally that mystery that hanted us for over eighteen years has been solved.” Ethan said facing the camera.

“Yeah… I don’t have anything else to say.” Grayson sighed and hugged his daughter tighter to his chest.

“I want to thank our special guest star here.” Ethan turned towards Remington and teased her small feet. She was unaffected by this as she sucked her thumb. “okay, anyway. So…”

“Peace.” Both twins said and Cameron shut off the camera.

“Jesus, you now look fraternal guys.” She said and walked off.

“At least someone thinks my hair look good.” Grayson said and pointed at Remington as her small fingers grabbed a fistfull of his blonde hair.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am so fucking turned on by this new look of yours.” You stated.

“Jesus baby, not in front of our princess.” He put a protective hand over her ear as you all laughed.