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Okay I need some help people! This is playing over and over in my head. There is a Ben Hardy imagine out there somewhere that starts with this gif

And it’s like a soft smut/slow burn where they get drunk while partying with Gwill and Joe then reader x Ben sleep with each other please help me find it!!

[benhardyisdaddy]

my plus one - part 12

MASTERLIST 

(welcome to the last part of mpo!!! i loooooved writing this and thank u to everyone that supported and loved it!! ilysm!!! also the pic has no relevance besides it looks like hes at a resort and hes just freaking adorable lmao)

Word Count: 1,225

“And where exactly do you think you’re going!?”

Everyone in the audience gasps loudly as Roger strides towards Alex. Alex’s once embarrassed face is now twisted into an angry, red expression. He stops backing away and balls his fists. 

“What!? So you’re prince charming coming to the rescue!? You always have to ruin everything, don’t you, Roger?”

Roger is stood in front of Alex with the look of death on his face. You can tell how badly he wants to swing at him. He’s practically shaking, but he’s holding himself back. 

“I always knew you were jealous of me.” hisses Alex. 

“Enough!” you scream as you drop your bouquet and walk over to them. 

Tears are filling your eyes as they continue to have a stare down. Ellie hurries over to stand next to you. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for such a long time.” spats Alex. 

He lifts his arm back and goes to hit Roger square in the face. Roger realizes his game plan and takes a quick step back to fully avoid the blow. The look on Alex’s face is complete horror as Roger snickers and shakes his head. Everyone is silent as Roger licks his lips and suddenly lunges forward as he decks Alex right in the nose - and hard. Everyone screams as they stand up fast. Roger hits him again just as you run up and grab his arm to stop him. He’s breathing heavily in a rage. 

“And you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that!” yells Roger.

“Roger!” you shout. 

He’s staring at Alex and doesn’t even hear you. 

“Roger!” you shout once more. 

This time, you get his attention. He looks to you fast and his expression becomes soft. You were crying as you stare at him with pleading eyes. He drops his arm and his eyes never leave yours. It was as if you two were communicating even through silence. He just slowly nods his head and grabs your hand. You smile to him as you turn to look at Ellie. Alex’s family had rushed to help him as everyone else just watches. Ellie gives you a sad smile and nods. 

“Go,” she whispers. 

You smile back as Roger begins walking away - you following behind. You make your way to the tiny shack that you were just previously in. The door closes and you cover your face and sigh. You turn around to look at Roger. 

“I’m so sor-” 

Before you can finish, Roger grabs your face and kisses you hard. You’re surprised by his sudden actions, but you instantly melt against him. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him even closer into you. You kiss for a few more moments and then rest your forehead against his. 

“Please,” he whispers, slightly out of breath. “Please don’t ever apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry. I didn’t believe you when I should have. This was all on me.” 

“You didn’t know.” you whisper back. “I didn’t want to kiss him.” 

“I know.” he says fast. “I know. Ellie told me everything. I was such a jerk and I hate myself for walking away. You deserved way more than that. I’m sorry.” 

You shake your head and graze your finger against his bottom lip. You smile sweetly. 

“Me too.” 

Roger smiles and leans back in to kiss you. The moment was perfect and right now, you couldn’t be happier. Everything was out in the open and you were no longer feeling this huge weight on your back. It was like you had freedom again. And this time… with Roger. 

“I can’t believe you punched him.” you laugh, causing Rog to do the same. 

“Did you see the look on his face!? Of course I hit him!” 

This sends you two into a fit of laughter. 

“You’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” 

Roger makes a look as if he’s thinking really hard. 

“Mmm, yeah. Yeah I have.” 

You smile as you sniffle a bit.

“I’m just so happy you came back.” 

Roger shakes his head as his smile falters a bit.

“I should have never left in the first place.”

You cup his face with your hand as he leans into it. 

“And you can sort of thank Ellie for that.” he jokes.

You nod and smile. 

“Should we…” you ask as you point to the door. 

Roger nods his head fast and laughs. 

“I think we should.” 

You grin as he takes you hand and the two of you sneak out of the shack and make a break for it towards the resort. You can still hear a commotion on the beach when you finally make it to the front. You walk inside and head straight to the elevator. It feels like forever until you’re finally to your room. 

“Do you think they’ll try to find us?” asks Roger, staring at the window. 

You shake your head no as you slip your shoes off. You walk up to him and rest your hands on his shoulders.

“They’re not missing us.” you tease. 

Roger leans back in and kisses you. You don’t want this moment to ever end. 

*** 

1 Year Later 

“How do I look?” you ask nervously. 

You’re standing in front of a mirror as you stare yourself down. Your nerves are insane as you feel yourself practically trembling. 

“You look beautiful.” says Ellie as she walks up. 

You turn around to face her as she holds your hands. 

“There’s nothing to be worried about. You’ve wanted this for so long!” she whispers. 

You feel tears threaten to spill, but you blink them away. 

“No crying!” you laugh. “I’ll ruin my makeup.” 

Your mother is watching you two with her hand over her heart. This was a big moment for you and you couldn’t wait any longer. 

“They’re ready!” someone shouts as they knock on the door. 

You jump and look to the two of them with wide eyes. 

“Remember to breathe. It’s okay.” 

Your mother and Ellie leave the room and you’re left there alone. You take in deep breaths and smile. Suddenly, you open the door and walk out yourself. You go around the corner and your father is waiting for you. 

“Ready?” he asks with a smile on his face. 

You smile as you hug him tightly. 

“I’m so proud of you.” he whispers in your ear. 

All you can do is sweetly smile as you fight back tears. You link your arm with his and nod. 

“I’m ready.” 

You two begin walking and suddenly your eyes catch Roger’s. He looks beyond shocked as his mouth falls open. That’s when the tears hit you. You smile at him as you silently sob. Roger has to wipe a few tears away from his own eyes as you get closer. You make it to him finally as your father hugs you once more. Ellie is stood behind you as she grins. You stand in front of Roger and take his hands. 

“You look beautiful, Mrs. Taylor.” he whispers. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. Taylor.” 

You both smile as your eyes are locked together. You’ve dreamed of this day since you were a little girl and it’s finally happening. You finally get your happily ever after. For the first time, you’re not the plus one.

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the drum solo in Keep Yourself Alive..

Roger Taylor really did that.

[infamous-taylor]

SEX NOTE || RogerTaylor!BenHardy x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut 18+, lots of it, teasing, Daddy kink, language and some fluff.

Summary: Roger and you are in the college both have daddy issues. Roger has a notebook where he writes down names of girls he wants to dick down. So gar only you were able to fulfil his fantasies.

“It’s all fun and shit until somebody catches feelings.”

Words: 4.8k

A/N: enjoy and let me know your opinion on this down below! much love to you!

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“What do you want, Taylor?” you asked him all annoyed as you sat down to your table at lunch.

“You.” he smirked as he whispered to your ear. His fingers ran through your neck sending some shivers.

“Listen. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to tell you this BUT I’m not interested. There are other girls out there who are willing to give, man.” you answered all annoyed and kinda all in his face almost like asserting dominance over him. Maybe you wanted to scare him or give this look so he won’t mess with you, won’t fuck with you. But deep inside, all those rumours about him in bed and stories.. Gosh.. You would love to mess around with him.. you wanted to. But no. You have to control yourself. There are other guys who are even better, right?

“Babygirl, calm down, you like it rough, don’t you?” he smirked and let out a small laugh after his words, he stepped closer to you, sending shivers and you could feel yourself getting turned on by his actions and words. “Don’t worry,” he said leaning to your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pushed you closer to him “I would take such a good care of you, baby..” he whispered to your ear again. But this time it was even more intense. It was as if you could give it all to him right now right here. Just the way he spoke and the way he touched.. Okay okay, back to reality. ‘You can’t just swing around him. All he wants is just a night with you and then, he will not care about you, you’re just gonna be like one of those other girls. The story repeats.’ You thought to yourself.

“Oh, fuck off, Taylor.” You pushed yourself out of his embrace. You said it with pretty annoyed expression on your face. Packing your things getting ready to leave this so now kinda ruined lunch that you weren’t even able to try in the first place.

“Okay okay, cobra.” He let out a laugh. “See you around” he winked and left. His one hand in the pocket and this huge grin on his face. Jesus. You thought to yourself. Can he get any more narcissistic? How come someone be that outrageous but yet have this look that made all girls swing. And hold on, how did he called me? A fucking cobra? The anger got to you. If you already didn’t like Roger this comment for some reason made you even more dislike him. You knew what kind of dude he was. Doesn’t matter if you’re good looking or not if your persona is shitty then looks have no power and doesn’t matter. You thought to yourself and left the cafeteria.

~~~

‘Another day, another drama’ you thought to yourself and sighed. You thought about everything that happened yesterday overnight and thought that maybe it would be fun to just mess around with Roger, I mean, what do you have to loose? Virginity? Don’t have it either. You were into those dirty games as well and you know, sometimes it’s fun and it’s also what you want, so a little mess around with Taylor but you’re gonna kinda ruin him and make him (kinda) chase you even more, you’re gonna try and make him desperate for you. But you have to be careful this time because the last time you tried to mess around, this dude Tom catched feelings for you. And it kinda feels terrible but not really. Yes, it’s like a dick move but sometimes they need to taste their own medicine. These things are fun and shit until someone catches feelings.

But with Roger.. He broke so many hearts and maybe he needs to taste his own medicine. For those broken hearts and for your own pleasure and desires you thought, a little smirk appeared on your face.

Just as you walked to the auditorium, you saw a little silhouette of a.. yes, the silhouette of a blonde walking closer to you with a grin on his face.

“Good morning, pretty lady. Little early today, don’t you think?” He said with a smile and grin on his face. “Nobody’s here..yet. Just you, me and these walls” He leaned closer to you.

“Morning to you too. Can you please move?” You looked up at him as you were looking into his eyes, a small grin appeared on your face: “Some people actually are in college to actually get profession and education, can you believe that, Roger?” you replied with confidence but you said his name seductively, slowly and quieter than the whole sentence. His eyes widened. Just the way you said his name. It was first time he heard someone say his name like that. He wanted to hear you say his name again and maybe not in college, maybe somewhere else..his room. In fact, he wanted you to scream his name. Maybe not only his name.. Maybe he wanted you to say something else.. he wanted that mouth of yours say daddy. Just as you were to leave and walk away, he grabbed your hand and push-slammed you to the wall, both his hands were on the wall in a way that you couldn’t get out of his embrace. He leaned to you and was about to kiss you, he was getting closer and closer and just as he was centimetres away, you put your finger on his lips. You moved his arm and removed your finger from his lips.

“See you around, Roger.” just as you said that slowly and seductively, you made sure you were looking into his eyes as you said it, you gave a quick suck on the finger that you put earlier on his lips. You winked and left.

“What the fuck was that?” Roger murmured to himself. He was frustrated. No other girl has ever did this to him, ever. It was driving him crazy. Usually the girls would already gave in and he would sleep with them by the night but you didn’t. He liked it. He liked the chase, it was new to him. In fact, he started to crave you even more. Just the thought of his finger inside your mouth or him inside your mouth was driving him nuts. It was something about you that he just couldn’t explain.

He took his notebook, or so called the infamous “Sex Note” that only he knew about. He was looking at the pages of the girls he had slept with and then he saw your name. He stared at it.

“I’m gonna make you mine, Y/N” he whispered as he looked down at your name a smirk appeared on his face. “You’re gonna scream my name, you’re just gonna scream..” he whispered. Closed the notebook and put it back to small secret pocket that he had inside his jacket.

Later that day you were talking with your friend Blair. Just as you were talking Roger captured your eyes.

“Hello ladies,” He looked at you as he spoke to both of you “Sorry to interrupt you. But may I invite you to this party tomorrow? My house, 6pm. Would be a pleasure to have you.” Just as he gave both of you an invitation his fingers lightly brushed against your arm. Indeed, it would be a pleasure, you thought to yourself and laughed it off.

“Let’s go!” Blair said.

“I mean, we have nothing better to do anyways. It’s also weekend, no exams, I think we can have some fun,” You said, agreeing to Blair, giving her a warm nice smile and continued with the conversation you had earlier.

Later that day was all filled with Roger giving you looks, winks, smirks anything through a distance. After every lecture he would kinda follow you, but mostly be in the same area as you and smirk at you. You did the same. You played the same cards, same game. Then and there you would maybe accidentally spill your water when you drink and seductively pick it up with your finger and lick it up from your finger. You made sure Roger would see all those times. And when he watched it, you kinda gave him look of ‘this could be you’. He was so into that, he just wanted to feel you, if he could he would dick you down there, he didn’t even pay attention to what his friends were saying, he was more invested in your moves. You liked it. After all lectures you headed to one professor to ask his opinion on this idea that you had.

The auditorium was closed. ‘Shit’ you thought to yourself, because you wanted to start working on it this weekend - tomorrow. Oh well, maybe you should give yourself some rest, you thought.

Just as you were walking to exit all in your thoughts you saw, of course, the one and only Mr. Steal Your Girl standing and looking at you, walking closer to you. Well, I could have some fun with you, you thought and waited for what was about to happen, what was he about to do.

“How was your day, baby? You look stressed, looks like you need something to release your stress,” he said flirty, his hand moved to your face, his fingers brushed through your jawline and neck. “Hmm?” he leaned in closer and whispered in your ear, making you shiver. “What games are you playing?” He was so close to you, at this point you could feel his breath on your neck. He put his lips on your neck, his hand travelling lower and lower, his other hand was holding your waist.

“N-not h-here T-Tay-lor-r..” you said in a quiet pant, almost moaning, your head falling back. Just as his another hand was travelling he went all up to your neck, slightly choking you while still planting sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, no hickeys just wet, sloppy kisses.

Just by that you let out a quiet moan. He heard it.

“You want me to stop?” he said and that moan drove him crazy. Just by that moan, his hand travelled to your thigh, he was going up and down your thigh, each time closer to your heat.

“Tell me to stop and i’ll stop.” he whispered in your ear and licked your neck. “Say it. Say ‘Stop Roger’ and i’ll stop.” He smirked and continued with his actions. You wanted him to stop but at the same time you didn’t. You decided to enjoy a little more. Your hands were all in his hair. Just as his hand travelled from your thigh to your lips, his fingers were close to your mouth, you put one of his fingers in your mouth and started sucking on it, twirling it in your mouth, he let out a groan “Fuck..” his other arm that was holding your waist, squeezed you and then he removed his finger and just as he was about to close the gap between you two with his lips on yours, you were ready and in fact, you leaned more, chasing his lips, he moved his hands and stopped everything. Leaving you frustrated and desperate for more, desperate for him.

“See you at the party, pretty little thing.” He smirked and whispered to you. With those words he left. You needed to process what just happened. Damn.. You thought to yourself. Boy has moves.

Oh, of course, you will be at the party. You smirked to yourself and with that, you left the building.

~~~

“It’s gonna be a wild night” you said to yourself, while looking in the mirror. You wore not much, but quite a revealing dress to the party that Roger invited you and Blair to.

You and Blair arrived. Ringed on the door and immediately, Mr. Flirt opened the door.

“Ladies. Good to see you! Come in!” He opened the door and greeted both of you. As you were walking past him he slightly touched your butt, you looked at him and saw him smirking.

Blair excused as she went to her boyfriend and his friends. So it was only you and him. You liked this idea and he liked it too.

“Smoke?” he offered to you. You went to this area in his house, where nobody was in, you could only hear Led Zeppelin playing in the background through the walls. You lighted up your cigarette and offered to light his too.

“Fire?” you asked. He nodded and you proceeded to light his cigarette.

“You know, there is a saying, that if someone lights your cigarette for you, that means they want to sleep with you.” With those words he put his arm on your tight and slightly squeezed it.

“Oh, really? What else do they say?” You played along and said in the same calm, seductive voice. You leaned closer to him, cigarette in your other arm, Roger’s hand slowly going up and down your inner tight. “What else. Do they say?” you whispered to his ear licked on his jawline. You knew you were playing with fire, but you didn’t care. “Hmm?” you repeated your act, this time you put your cigarette to the side as your other hand were travelling to his hair. “Ahh.. Roger..” you let out a moan his hand on your tight squeezed it harder this time. “Oh, Roger..” you said playfully in a higher voice seductively to him. Roger flipped you. So now he was on top, facing you. He had cigarette in his other hand that he extinguished. Now his one hand was on your thigh and other hand’s finger was on your lip, quieting you, while you licked the tip of his finger. Roger let out a groan.

“Don’t start something you won’t be able to finish, babygirl.” He said and bit your neck lightly, you let out a small moan, you wanted him. Wanted him to touch you, to kiss you.

“You’ve been driving me crazy, these past days,” he said to you as he leaned closer to you. “No other girl has ever did that to me.” He said as he was so close to you, you could feel his hot breath on your face. You could feel his cologne. You wanted him to act on you, again. “The things that you did in hallway..”He looked into your eyes with lust “You’re going to pay for them, babygirl.” Just with those words he kissed you. The kiss was intense, lustful, he wanted you and you wanted him. In fact, he was hungry for you. His hand was rubbing your thigh and with every movement he went closer to your heat. You were getting wetter and wetter with his every movement. You were already so wet, aching for him. He then proceeded to kiss your neck, you could feel yourself dampen even more, you wanted him to touch you, now. As his hand touched your clit through your panties, you shivered and moaned. Roger noticed how wet you were.

“Damn, baby. Already so wet? I didn’t even do much.” He smirked and proceeded in kissing you and still was rubbing your thigh. You let out a soft moan. Roger loved how powerless you were under his touch.

“What a beautiful dress. You know, they say, that prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off, love.” With those words he kissed your neck but this time he left some marks after him. He was teasing your clit. And you were already a moaning mess. Roger loved it.

With no time you were only in your panties and bra, all exposed for him. He ran his fingers through your body, you shivered. You were melting under his touch. Gosh.. You decided to mess with the Blonde for a bit, even though you wanted him now and your heated clit needed him to do something with that wet mess. You turned around, so now you were on top. Your one hand in his hair and your lips on his. You went down to his neck, left couple marks while Roger let out a moan. You went lower and lower. And here you were slightly massaging Roger’s hard member through fabric. Damn, he’s hard, it probably hurts too. You thought to yourself. And with no time you went in. You made sure you had an eye contact with Roger as you started to tease his already hard as rock cock. You licked the tip and Roger let out a groan “F u c k . . ” he moaned. With that you proceeded to tease him and Roger was getting more impatient and cursing under his breath. “You’re gonna pay for this babygirl.” With those words, he was quick to switch positions, you weren’t even able to start sucking on him.

“You still drive me crazy, Y/N.” He said and started to kiss your neck again, but this time he was more rough, his other hand was between your legs slightly rubbing circles on your clit, that turned you into a moaning mess. “All these thoughts of you.” He said between kisses. “I’m gonna ruin you, Y/N.” you loved this dirty talk, with every word you’d become wetter and wetter. You needed him inside of you so badly. Your hands were all in his hair. Roger was now leaving kisses and hickeys all over your body, he unleashed your bra and went lower and lower. He was now between your legs. He was kissing your thighs, inside of them, getting closer to your heat, but he would always miss your clit and would go to kiss your other thigh. You were moaning and you needed him so badly to touch you there. But he didn’t. He kept teasing you.

“R-Roger-ah” you moaned.

“I’m not Roger. I’m daddy for you.” he said and this thought drove you crazy and in fact, it drove him crazy too.

He had this ‘Sex Note’ because of his daddy issues, he had all those names in there, because he was searching for someone like you. And in fact, you had those daddy issues too.

“D-d-ahh-ddy p-please” you whined. When Roger heard you say this, it flickered something in him and he went all beast mode. The way you said it, it was like music to his ears. He loved how you said it. He wanted more. He really thought you were the one. With those words he finally licked you. It was angelic. But he still didn’t went all in, he still haven’t dived into that pussy.

“What, love?” He said. “Say it l o u d e r .” He demanded. You decided that you can’t take it anymore and you did what he said. Even though it was kinda hard to make sentences you said it louder.

“P-please dad-dy, i-i-“ you couldn’t finish because Roger was edging you, teasing you so much. A huge smile/grin appeared on his face, he liked how ‘daddy’ sounded in your mouth.

“What, love? What do you want? Say it, say for daddy, say it for roger” for roger? you thought to yourself, but it didn’t matter, you wanted and needed him so badly.

“I-i need you daddy, i-i want to feel you, p-please..” you whined. With no time Roger put his head between your legs. He went all in, he basically dived into it and every moan you let, made him even more crazy, more rough and intense, he loved how he made you moan all these things with only his tongue. You were so close, so close.. You started to chase his lips with your hips, that signalled Roger that you were close. He stopped. And went to kiss you.

“Oh no, baby, not like that.” he grinned. “I repeat i’m going to ruin you, love.” With those words he slid into you. He started nice and slow, his head buried into your neck, sucking on your soft spot. You enjoyed and loved how he was filling you up. You were enjoying every single part of him. He fastened his pace and his other hand was choking you slightly, but all this made you even more close to your high.

“Say my name, love.” He whispered to your ear and was now sucking on your ear, going to your jawline and neck. Your nails were digging into him, you couldn’t really hear what he was saying, you were more into how good he made you feel. “Say. My. Name. Love” he said all dominant and still sucking on your neck, in fact, he was sucking everywhere he could, he just wanted to mark you. For you, it was just a one night stand, but for him, strangely, it was something more, he wanted to mark you so badly. He had never did that to any other girl that he had slept with. He would just leave wet kisses but no hickeys, no marks.

“R-Roger..” you moaned enjoying yourself, getting closer to your high.

“That’s not my name. How did i told you to call me?” He said in low tone, panting yet demanding.

“Daddy..” you murmured.

“That’s right, love. Now say it louder. Scream it.” He said with a smirk and enjoying himself, admiring your body, the hickeys he left and how good they looked on you.

“Dad-dy-” you almost screamed. Roger loved to hear this from you. He loved how it sounded. He loved how it came from your mouth. With that word he went even faster, it kinda hurt but it didn’t. He was getting close and so were you. He even got his hand to rub circles on your clit for more stimulation. You came first. Then Roger. He came on your tummy. He kissed you, this time kiss was slow and sloppy, you could feel smirk appearing on Roger’s face. What is he planning now? You thought to yourself.

“Oh, almost forgot. I’m going to clean you up.” He smirked and went down on you.

He was doing it so good. His tongue. Oh boy. You were a moaning mess. He loved it and so did you. Not much time passed by as you came again. As you were now trying to remove your clit from Roger’s face, while he was still sucking on your very sensitive clit and was holding you really tight. You couldn’t get his head out.

“I’m not finished.” He said all dominant. Pinning you down harshly so you couldn’t do anything to remove his arms around your legs. With that he proceeded to lick and suck your clit even more intense. You were now screaming because of overstimulation. He loved it. That’s what he wanted. To ruin you. “Taste so good..” He proceeded in licking you. It took only 5 minutes for you to reach your 3rd orgasm. With that, he finished. He was collecting your juices now and this time for real was cleaning you up. He went to kiss you, giving you a taste of your own juices.

You both layed now in the room that smelled like sex and cigarettes. Your body was hurting.

You tried to stand up but it was hard to walk. Roger noticed that. A grin appeared on his face. He liked what he did to you. After some time both of you dressed up and went back to the party after like what? 5 hours?

“Looks like nobody missed us, huh?” He said with a grin on his face and let out a laugh.

“Well, Taylor, thank you for the night, didn’t knew you were into kinky games.” You said and leaned to his ear as you whispered. Roger got shivers and got a bit turned on but it was controllable. “Bye, daddy.” you said as you left his house.

Roger was standing all in awe. He knew that you were the one. And it was first time that girl fulfilled his fantasies this good. He wanted you. Not only as a Sex Note Girl or a one night stand, he wanted to get to know you better. He just wanted you. He wanted you to be his and only his, he couldn’t think of you with someone else.

~~~

You came to the lecture. Covered your hickeys with makeup and a scarf as a ‘fashion statement’ this is what you would say to all your friends. You didn’t really think of Roger, because you knew that it was just another night with a girl for him and so you sighed and did the same. Didn’t really think much. But you did had one of the best sex so far.

~~~

This whole week Roger was following you, playing the same game that he did before the party, but this time he was kinda nervous around you. Not as confident. Roger liked you. He wanted to get to know you better. You were surprised this whole week he hadn’t slept with nobody. In fact, he was ignoring every girl, which was strange. But he didn’t ignore you.

“Hey. Would you like to get coffee after?” You were distracted from your thoughts by a familiar voice of.. Roger? Did he really just asked you that? Coffee? What?

“Uhm.. I-“ just before you were able to finish the sentence he placed his lips on yours and pushed you to the wall.

“Please.” He said still close to you as ever.

You looked around and nobody was around so you started on your act.

“Oh.. ha-ha. What do you want, Taylor?” you said as your hand started playing with his hair.

“I-I want you.” he said as he leaned for another kiss before you stopped him.

“So..” you said leaning closer to his ear “..the infamous Roger Taylor wants me?” you teased and whispered to his ear and gave a lick to his neck.

“You drive me so fucking crazy, Y/N..” He said it in calm, low, seeuctive voice that turned you on a bit. You proceeded with your act and Roger groaned, a grin appeared on your face. Little did you know this would trigger Roger for a bigger act, that nobody was expecting on.

“Listen, Love. I want you. You drove me crazy before the party and after the party i just can’t get you out of my head. I want to know you. I want to be the one for you. You still drive me crazy. You do things to me that..that.. God..” he groaned. Oh.. So Roger wants me? You could feel your heart beating faster and your stomach just going wild. You could feel butterflies? But you didn’t know that Roger felt same too. “Listen.. I know i’m not this kind of dude you would want, you deserve much better guy than me. But you wrapped me around that pretty little finger of yours and I want to be with you.” He grabbed your hand and planted a kiss. “Please.” He repeated “I want you to be mine. Mine and only. I can’t even think of you with someone else and I know this isn’t the best place to ask you out, but.. Let’s date, Y/N. I will be the best guy for you. I-“ just before he was able to finish you kissed him.

“Oh, just shut up” you smiled and proceeded to kiss him.

“I’ll take it as a yes?” he looked at you with confusion. You said nothing but looked at him. Looked at his eyes.

“Just say yes or yes,” he joked with a warm smile on his face.

“Yes, Roger. It’s a yes.” Roger couldn’t really believe what just happened so he just kissed you. His hand was travelling to your waist as he pulled you even closer. He was so happy. Roger couldn’t believe that you were now his. He now set all these things for himself so he will be the best boyfriend, the best friend, the best lover for you.

As you both left the building, Roger grabbed your hand and locked your fingers with his.

“Y/N IS MINE!” he screamed as loud as he could. You laughed.

“Shhh, don’t be that loud!” You playfully punched him.

“I’m not that loud like you were that day,” he teased you and smirked. You gave him a look but he just couldn’t help himself. He just was so happy.

~~~

Couple weeks went by and Roger, the second day when he asked you out, told his parents about you and today you’re gonna meet them. Roger also told you about the Sex Note and it became an inside joke between you two.

You were putting lipstick on as Roger came and hugged you from behind that made you smile.

“You’re gonna meet my parents tonight, love. You’re the first girl that I ever told my parents about and also the first and only one who’s gonna meet them.” He said with a smile. His hand travelled to your inner thigh and went closer to your clit. He started to rub it through fabric as he gave a kiss to your neck that made you fall your head back and let out a moan. After he stopped he said:

“We’re gonna have some fun tonight.” he smirked and let you know that tonight is gonna be wild. Well, you didn’t mind it though. After some couple kisses that Roger gave you, he left the room with a giant smirk. You knew, that the night really is gonna be wild. Who know’s what’s he is planning.. This thought of him made you more desperate for his touch, your panties slowly started to dampen.

“Let the fun begin.” you murmured under your breath after you finished applying lipstick in the mirror.

“You’re coming, love?” Roger shouted waiting for you.

“Yes, daddy,” you replied.

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We Will Always Have Us pt. 2

The Principal || Week 12

Words: 3.3k+ 

Summary: Ironing out the finer details of your situation with your mom, ie a boring chapter tbh

Warnings: Teen pregnancy. 

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⁂  19 December 1966 ⁂

The sun glided in through the gaps in your curtains. Your eyes lazily opening and shutting, you did not want to get up. You knew you had to. You had missed three days of school this week and gone home early on Monday. It was Friday, you could get through a Friday.

You let a groan pass your lips as you covered your face with your hands, rubbing your eyes a little bit too aggressively. You stretched your arms out above you, normally this would help to wake you up but recently it hadn’t been working as well. Being pregnant meant no caffeine for you which meant no coffee. Which was not good.

It’s been almost a month and a half since your mom found you broken on the bathroom floor. She was pissed. There is no doubt about it, you’re not about to pretend like she wasn’t. At first she thought it was a joke, some prank someone was pulling on you or her. But then you looked her in the eyes and she saw the fear deeply rooted there and, well, exploded.

A long, calm yet loud rant ensued about how you needed to be more cautious and make better decisions. And you sat there on the the floor and took it because it was all true. Why you didn’t make sure Roger had a condom, you can’t recall. Probably because his hands were everywhere they had never been before, places no one had touched you before and you became careless. You didn’t try to stop the tears from falling but you desperately wanted them to, it was giving you a massive headache.

After your mom had spent her energy lecturing you, the two of you sat in silence for a good five minutes. You knew what she wanted to say, you can’t get rid of it, or more you couldn’t afford it. You and your mom lived a perfectly fine life, you were by no means poor but you were far off from rich. The doctor visit alone would bleed the both of you dry. 

But instead of voicing this, she said it with her eyes. A deep concern rooted there that made you want to hide away and cry some more. “I let you down,” were the first words that you spoke to her since your greeting when you got home. And the tears were back.

Your mom was by your side now, wrapping her arms around your shaking frame and whispering reassurances in your ear. “You have not let me down. We’ll get through this. There are worse things that could happen.” The last one you didn’t believe. What could be worse than you being pregnant and having a gut feeling the dad wasn’t going to help in any way, shape or form.

You were already stressing over that conversation. Your mom went down to the kitchen where she was cooking your favorite meal, although the smell of it made you queasy and you instantly cursed yourself for being so stupid that night a month ago.

The two of you talked for hours. About your plan, about what would happen with school, who you would tell, when you would tell them, how you’d tell Roger, or more if you’d be telling him. You knew it was the right thing to do, tell him. He has a right to know but you wish you could skip over the confrontation and just have him know already. Your mom almost instantly offered to tell him for you which you instantly shot down. If he was going to find out it had to be from you. 

The last topic you covered was what would happen. With the baby. Would you keep it? Give it up for adoption? Abortion was out of the question. Forget not having the money, the procedure could very well harm you and aside from that finding a place to do it at would be near impossible.

At this point, the sun had set and you were getting tired. You were worn out from the long day you’d just had and more than anything wanted to forget everything that had happened in the past four hours. You told your mom this and she let you go to your room so you could go to bed, but in all honesty you just didn’t want to talk about what would happen nine months from now. It brought up too many unwanted questions. Questions you did not want to know the answers to.

You were quiet the rest of the week at school. Barely speaking a word in class or at lunch with your friends. They knew something was off but they didn’t pry, they knew if it was important you would eventually tell them. You weren’t sure if you ever would.

The worst part was seeing Roger. You swear you didn’t have this many classes with him last week but now he was showing up everywhere you went. It was like he knew. Which, who could blame him? You did throw up on him, abruptly leave as you were walking home together, and then proceeded to ignore him for a week. Which only made matters ten times worse because you knew he cared and he was worried and you couldn’t even muster the balls to say “hi” to him in the hallway.

You avoided him at all costs, one time dodging into the bathroom when you saw him heading your direction in the hallway. Except you didn’t look at the sign on the door and had walked into the boys bathroom, not the girls. The looks on their faces were absolutely priceless but you were embarrassed nonetheless.

As the weeks started passing, your current state of affairs got pushed further and further and further into the recesses of your mind until you rarely thought about it. You started talking to your friends again and you noticed how they were more relaxed at lunch, it only made you nervous. How could you tell them now when they think whatever was wrong has blown over. It’s far from being over. 

You’re not avoiding Roger anymore but your conversations are still short, much like how it was when he first approached you after math in the early parts of the previous school year. 

He had noticed you doing extremely well in class and was practically begging you to tutor him, which of course you agreed to. How could you turn down such a cutie? He would come over every Thursday and you would help him with his homework, which he would always whine about having to do, pressing his forehead into your shoulder and groaning in protest when you made him work the problem out himself instead of doing it for him.

It always made you laugh and weekly study sessions turned into bi-weekly meetings which quickly morphed into the two of you hanging out at any given chance. He loved being around you, your positivity and sarcasm was a great mix to get him out of a bad mood, which he had a tendency of slipping into. And you loved him. His attitude, his anger, his attempt at acting like a jock when he was so obviously very soft. They way he would fall asleep on your chest when you would watch movies together or stay up late to listen to your favorite bands new song on the radio.

You missed him. You missed him more than the sky miss the sun during the night and the moon during the day. All you wanted was to fall into his arms and hope he would be there to catch you. But you were scared. Scared of what he’d do, what he’d think. Sure, you weren’t going to be able to hide it forever but you sure as hell were gonna try for as long as you could. You didn’t want to lose him as a friend and you weren’t prepared to risk it by flipping his world upside down. 

So far, you hadn’t started showing. You more just looked like you had packed on a little extra weight for winter, and being someone who didn’t care much about how they looked, it didn’t faze any of your friends. You did still wear oversized clothes though. You may not look pregnant but you sure did feel pregnant.

Roughly a week after the test had confirmed it, your mom took you to the doctor to get a final confirmation. A lot of tears were shed that day, happy or sad you weren’t sure. Literally every hormone in your body was off kilter so you never really knew if it was truly you reacting or just the baby. You accepted it as half-and-half. That was week seven though, when all you had to deal with were mood swings and nausea.

This week was particularly rough. You had left school early because you could barely sit still for five minutes. Not only did you have to pee, a lot, your whole body ached. You genuinely thought something was wrong but your doctor assured you it was just a part of being pregnant. And it sucked. So you convinced your mom to let you stay home the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. She wasn’t forcing you to go to school today but you knew it would be wise. You still hadn’t informed your principal of your situation and Friday was as a good a day as any.

Even though your bump was barely defined, you threw a sweatshirt on that would easily hide any roundness and then threw on some very loose fitting jeans, which barely buttoned. “I need clothes.” You mumbled to your mom as you swiped an apple from a bowl in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and taking a bite out of it. You had an insane craving for apples. You could seriously pack away at least five a day so your mom made sure there was always a supply on them at the ready for you.

“We just bought you some, didn’t we?” She asked from her place at the round table across from you, a newspaper held in front of her face.

“Yes, but that was before everything.” You sighed, shoulders deflating. “Mom, my jeans barely button.” You hate complaining about stuff like this to your mom but it’s not like you could very well go to school without pants. And there was no way you were wearing sweatpants. You had one pair and they were saved for private nights alone.

Your mom pulls the newspaper down so she’s looking at you, “Okay, I’ll see what I can do.”

A smile instantly spreads across your face as you skip over to her, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you, mom.”

And then you left, yelling an ‘I love you’ and you shut the door behind you and started your walk to school.

You were enjoying the silent walk alone. For some reason, it felt like today was gonna be a good day. Until you remembered that you were going to tell your principal you were pregnant. Then you felt sick. Your mom and you had decided that when you reached twenty weeks, she would be pulling you out of school. If you decided to give the baby up for adoption, something which you avidly avoided discussing, then your mom didn’t want this to stain your reputation. By twenty weeks you would most definitely be showing.

You just hoped your principal would be okay with this. Mrs. Devon was really chill about most things but you weren’t sure what her views on teen pregnancy were. Plus, you were essentially telling her you’d be missing twenty weeks of school, and graduation potentially, but still wanted to graduate on time. How you were going to go about doing this, you had no idea. You knew that you would have to tell one of your friends so they could help you learn the material and such, it wasn’t like you were gonna drop out of school for a few weeks. You still wanted to do the schoolwork just from the comfort of your bed.

So lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed when someone knocked your shoulder. Momentarily fear coursed through your body and your heart rate quickened until you looked up to see a mess of curly blonde hair and a cheeky smile. “Rog. Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You push him lightly.

He mumbles a sorry through his laughter before asking how you were doing. “I haven’t seen you in forever.” He complains.

“It’s been three days.” You state, a smile curling your lips. He’s such a dork sometimes.

“Yeah well it feels like an eternity, okay?” You shake your head in response and give some blanket statement about how you’re doing fine, just feeling a bit under the weather. “Well you seem fine.” You glare at his insinuation that you had skipped school. “But I do sincerely hope you feel better.” His voice is dripping in sarcasm and it makes you laugh, your cheeks heating up a contrast to the cold air blowing around you.

It’s now mid-December so naturally it had started to cool down a lot. Mid-terms were coming up, literally next week, and you could be less bothered by them. Something which all your friends were stunned to see. You had other, more important, things taking up your thoughts at the moment.

You don’t respond to his comment and he doesn’t say anything more. But he does grab your hand, intertwining your fingers and you feel your heartbeat pick up again. Everytime Roger touches you, you get goosebumps and feel all giddy inside. But this time a wave of guilt rushes over you and you want to pull away from his touch. You don’t. That would cause suspicions and questions you didn’t want to answer so you let him hold your hand and walk you all the way to your first class.

Watching him walk away with a smile on his face after hugging you goodbye made you want to cry. He was so damn happy and you couldn’t help but think that you would be ruining that when you inevitably had to tell him. You didn’t want to do that. You didn’t want to crush his spirit, have him hate you. Or worse, hurt him.

When lunch rolls around, you don’t meet up with your friends outside like you normally would. Even though it’s close to freezing, they still always insisted that sitting under the sun was better than being inside. You agreed which is why you didn’t protest but you took time out of your lunch break to see the principal.

Mrs. Devon was writing away when you knocked lightly on her door. “Ah, (y/n). What a pleasant surprise.” She greets, looking up from her desk

“Mrs. Devon.” You smile. “I don’t mean to intrude, but there’s something I needed to talk to you about.” You’re nervous, pulling at your nails as you bit on your lip.

Her smile is bright and is calms you the slightest bit. “Have a seat, let me just finish writing this letter.”

You took a deep breath in, walking the three small steps so you were inside her office. Your hands were shaking when you went to the pull the chair out enough so you could sit down. You certainly had not thought this through. What were you gonna say to her? How were you gonna say it to her? You should have convened with your mom about this before doing. You felt stupid. You want to get up and leave but that would be rude. And even more stupid.

The sound of her setting her pen down made you jump slightly. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. “Are you feeling better? Your mom said you had come down with a cold.”

The small talk was killing you. Mrs. Devon and you had a pretty good relationship. You were essentially a straight A student, always on time and never skipped, excluding the days when you were under the bad influence of Roger. “I’m pregnant.” You didn’t mean to just say it but you if you hated anything it was small talk and you had been biting your tongue since you walked in the door.

She sat there, looking a little stunned and dazed before getting up. For a split second you thought she was leaving, maybe going to tell the nurse or something. It wasn’t logical and you knew it but then her hand closed around the door knob, shutting the door with a soft click. She didn’t say anything as she walked back to her desk.

“(Y/n), I mean this in the nicest way possible, are you planning some sort of prank on me?” She clasped her friends in front of her, lying them on the desk. Her eyes never left yours and you swallowed hard but your throat was dry and god were you thirsty all of a sudden. You answered with a small shake of your head. She sat there a moment longer. You didn’t know what to say and you weren’t sure of how she would react next.

And then she smiled. “It’s okay.” Her words were comforting and nice and she sounded like your mother. You raised an eyebrow in confusion. Of course it was fine. You’d known about for weeks, why was she saying that. “You’re crying.” She said as if to answer your question. That’s when you felt the tear fall from your chin onto your sweatshirt.

You quickly wiped them away. “Sorry, I didn’t realize. Hormones, right?” You chuckled trying to lighten the atmosphere of awkward tension that was threatening to suffocate you. And she laughed to. She must have felt the tension to or felt that you felt tension and was laughing in an attempt to ease it. “See, the thing is, I don’t know what I’m going to do with it just yet and if I do decided to give it up for adoption, I would really rather not be known as the girl who was stupid enough to get pregnant.

“So my mom and I figured that when I hit twenty weeks, in about eight, I’ll be pulled out of school and start homeschooling, if you will. By then I’ll most definitely be showing and I would really rather not have to deal with the stares, and comments, and questions. Only if it’s alright with you, of course. I still want to graduate on time and everything in the spring.” Everything falls from your lips without a filter and you’re moderately proud of yourself for being relatively composed.

She just stares at you for a long while and you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You know she’s thinking it over but you’re still nervous. And you have to pee.

“Of course. I’ll talk more about it with the vice principal and we’ll sort something out for you. Although, I don’t know if you’ll be able to walk the stage with your class. It’s already December, add nine months-”

“Six. Add six months.” You correct. That was weird to think about. You had been pregnant for three months. You had known for almost two.

“Add six months and that’s end of June.” She leans back in her chair. “Not saying that you aren’t allowed to, seeing as you get the grades and make the right marks, but if you’re worried about your image, you might want to consider that you’ll still be pregnant, very pregnant, when graduation rolls around.”

The conversation leaves you more confused than you were before it happened. Graduation was always a big deal to you. If you couldn’t go to prom or any other school dance it would be okay as long as you got to walk the stage with your class. With Charlotte, Sam, Zach. Roger. Oh shit, Roger. He was causing more problems than fixing them nowadays.

One thing you knew for certain was you were going to have to tell one of your friends. You were going to have to tell them today.

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One Night Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader Chapter 1

Summary: You were a good friend of Freddie’s back when he worked at Heathrow Airport. Unwanting to leave you behind as he rose to fame, he often takes you along to Queen parties and events- you’ve made good friends with the boys, although you feel somewhat love-hate towards Roger specifically. Long build up to Roger payoff smut and relationship :)

(Part of a Chapter Series)

Warning: Swearing, Brief Scene of harassment, alcohol/drug use, angst

Chapter 1

“So how exactly did you make your way into every event we host?” Brian laughed- he’d gotten used to your extravagant outfits, seeing a somewhat diva in you, much like Freddie.

“Sounds like complaining to me... got something I need to know?” You smirked back, ruffling his locks as you walked past him to refill your glass of whiskey.

“Well if you must know, darling,” Freddie turned to Brian, “I’m too generous a man to leave behind a friend in such a shithole. Besides, the lack of sleep I saw Y/N getting was becoming an eyesore, to be quite frank.” Freddie glanced at you, shooting you a dazzling smile which you humbly returned.

“By the looks of it, you’re still not getting much sleep” Roger snarked, raising his head from the girls beside him. You shot him a nasty look, mocking his demeanor, which he effortlessly laughed off, only to once again divert his ateention to his pets.

It quickly became apparent after joining the band’s events that you fit into this climate- partying, drinking, quick flings and shameless flirting. It suited you more than the colourless and bleak life of a 9-5 job, and you found comfort in Freddies relentless support of you - that being, financially too. You explored the many rooms of his home by day and lived like one of them by night.

Tonight’s event was no different- another pointless party at Freddie’s because “you never need a reason to party, you just do it.” People were scattered everywhere, kissing sloppily and drinking and dancing. You let yourself get lost in the music, twirling around without minding your spilling drink or tangly-mess of hair. You felt good, and even better seeing all the boys had their eyes turned to you, almost enchanted by seeing you in your element.

“You all just gonna sit there and stare or join a girl, huh?” Deacy and Brian looked at eachother, faking a look of exasparation, but smoothly took their dates by the hand and led them away from the seating area. Freddie jumped up dramatically and immediately allowed the strong beat of the song move through his every joint, prancing away. Only Roger remained, still buried under the redheads smothering him, although his eyes were transfixed on you. You narrowed your gaze back at him, and he shook his head, maybe in dismissal or something you couldn’t quite read. You knew he felt weird about your utter uninterest in him, honestly insulted by how you were so okay being just friends with him; although he was much too prideful to ever admit it. You shrugged this psychoanalysis away and continued to dance, every so often taking a sip of whiskey, and letting it wash you away. An hour later you found yourself in another mysterious bathroom, in another secluded corner of Freddies house. You could barely recognise the face staring back at you in the mirror and that’s when you knew perhaps you’d taken the drinking a little too far that night. Your mascara was still in place but the thrill of it all made your eyes pop larger and wider, making you look borderline crazy. You hair was now messier and larger too, and lipstick smudged halfway across your cheek. You felt yourself getting more and more dizzy until a sharp knock at the door stabilised you. “Sorry, is anyone in there?” A feminine voice asked. You silently crept up to the door,opening it, but decided not to leave. In stumbled one of Rogers little friends; are tall redhead whose make up was almost missing, a look just as unawake as yours on her face. For a moment you both looked into each others eyes and shamelessly giggled at how often you looked this terrifying at the end of these events. She walked in hastily, leaning agaisnt the counter and biting her lip. “God, you know I hate to admit it but sometimes... I wish Roger actually noticed any of the girls he hung out with. I mean, it’s all fun and games being a groupie for a world famous rockstar, but honestly his manner and sheer confidence can make a girl crazy. Am I absolutely batshit crazy for feeling something more?” she smiled. She looked at you somewhat in discontent feeling that you’re confused eyes and bewildered expression didn’t relate to what she had said- “C’mon, you’re his friend, you can’t tell me that you don’t feel it too sometimes!” Your eyes widened in disbelief, ”Actually, babe, it’s very easy to not feel it. You just have to realise how much of a dickhead he can be,” Your voice trailed away slightly, feeling weirdly guilty for having said something so crude. “Anyways, I’ve got to return to the party. I’m sure they’re missing me dearly,” you said leaving. Turning into the corridor, trying hard not to stumble at one of the millions of cats walking slowly in front of you, you saw a pair of leather boots ahead, realising Roger was walking in your direction. “Did you see Cassie by any chance? She seemed a bit upset and I just wanted to check on her.”

“Wow, that’s very gentlemanly of you Roger. Honestly I’m impressed.” He sarcastically bowed in courtesy and followed the nod of your head pointing him towards the bathroom. You lingered in the hallway for a while, accidentally overhearing the sincerity of Rog’s voice in the bathroom. You mind wandered for a while, your finger working its way up to your lips, wondering what... Loud moaning and grunting suddenly emerged from behind the door. You snapped out of your head and eagerly stumbled away.

Yet another hour later you found yourself in a completely different bathroom, with two grand windows and gold plated tiles. Your mouth was locked onto that of a short, brown—haired man, and after having to uncomfortably open your eyes to such a view, you sluggishly pushed him away, slightly queasy from his desperation.

“What the hell?! I was just getting into it, why did you stop?”

“Get away from me dude,” you replied, completely unfazed by his quickening anger. You tried to push past him but he quickly grabbed onto your wrists and slammed you hard against the window. The sound of partying and laughter slightly dimmed below you, you recognising that you must’ve been in the bathroom above the garden. You heard someone shout below you but everything was blurring in and out of focus, and unable to make out what they were saying you didn’t reply.

“God you’ve got a lot of fucking strength in you for someone so short” you complained, irritation getting the best of you. Outside the bathroom door you heard hurried footsteps and a struggle with the locked door handle. You mustered up all your strength and were able to push the guy away, but he himself was so drunk, he loosely fell back and passed out on the floor. You took out a cigarette from your pocket, lighting it as you walked over to the door. You unlocked it only to see Mary and Freddie, faces of concern slapped across them.

“Are you alright?” Mary asked frantically, checking to see what was going on.

“Yeah I’m fine, just some wanker trying to ruin my night,” Freddie peeped past your shoulder, chortling at the drunken man on the floor.

“Well, you really are a girl who can take care of herself. I applaud you.”

“Wow, that’s my second applause of the night!” You squeezed past them, unmoved by their bewilderment and hurried back downstairs to join the rest of the party.

The next morning you woke up with a banging headache, and almost couldn’t find the will in yourself to get aspirins and water to calm it down. You were once again in a bed that did not belong to you, but judging by the grand pillars and luxurious furniture of the place, you found relief knowing that you were still at Freddies. To your surprise, the space beside you in bed was empty -thank God- and you slipped a blanket around you as you decided to venture downstairs for some breakfast. Almost all of the partygoers had already disappeared leaving rubbish, cups and bottles, cigarette butts, scrap pieces of food, and even condom wrappers laying forgotten on the floor. The large room was accompanied only by a loudly snoring Brian, confetti in his hair, and Deaky passed out in an armchair, still holding onto his glass.

“God what a mess,” you laughed to yourself, fastening the blanket around your hips. You habitually avoided looking at the tall mirrors in the hallway between the large room and the kitchen, not even wanting to be terrified by the view you might see.

“Christ you scared me,” said an astonished Roger, glass of water in one hand and a bag of crisps in the other. “What are you doing up so early anyway, shouldn’t you be getting some sleep and getting rid of those eyebags you’ve got?”

“Fuck off Roger,” you smiled. “I’m too tired to even deal with your taunting.”

“D’you want me to make you a cup of tea? I just boiled some water,” he said. You nodded in acceptance as he turned around to mend to the kettle. You couldn’t help but notice his physique, not something you are too proud of often admiring.

“Nice arse you’ve got there,” you teased.

“Take a picture love, it’ll last longer,” he said not even turning around. You sparked another cigarette.

“I wonder if I’ll ever get bored of this life.” You mindlessly remarked, suddenly embarrassed to have said your thoughts out loud. Roger, not noticing your moment of awkwardness, replied “Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll ever get bored either... maybe I’ll just get too sick to keep partying and die a fatal death,” he joked.

“Christ Rog, don’t say things like that,”

“Maybe if I die suddenly you’ll have a reason to cry at my funeral,” he teased, his tone of humour not doing a good job at hiding his genuine interest.

“I’d cry at your funeral you dip shit,”

“Would you really?” he asked. You for a split moment saw that behind his confidence and luck with the ladies, was a man needing validation, needing to be wanted or missed by someone else. “You’re not psycho-analysing me again, are you? I’ll give you my medical records if you’re that keen,” he said. He paused for a moment, clearly focusing on something, chewing it around in his mind. He bit his lip as he did so, giving you something else to think about.

“You see, you’ve bloody gone and wasted all your money then, haven’t you?” The return of his snide comments made any sympathy you felt for the guy leave just as quickly as it had came.

“I’m not following,” you said.

“Well, I mean you spent all that money getting a psychology degree, in a bloody good university too, might I add, just to end up working a shitty airport job and spending the rest of your 20s drinking yourself away. “

Your eyes narrowed again and you felt his own become nervous. “I just mean to say, my experience as a guy doing this has been rather tasteful... but I can’t imagine to ever meet another girl like you, who’d be comfortable with the uncommitted flirting and one night stands like you are,” he chuckled lightly. After a long drag from your cigarette, you’re replied, “That’s just because you’re too big headed to think anyone so similar to you could ever exist,” and smiled as you took a mug of tea from him, leaving him rather startled in the kitchen.

As the afternoon rolled in, Freddie, dressed in a flamboyant purple-sequinned jumpsuit, walked onto the balcony on which you were sat.

“What an entrance,” you said, smiling at him. He however did not return the smile, but only hummed along in agreement. Freddie sat beside you for awhile, taking in the view as if it was something that didn’t quite belong to his own house.

“Mary is worried about you,” he finally spoke. “She thinks you’re taking everything in a bit too fast,” Somewhat offended, you searched his curious eyes , trying to figure out why he felt you needed another parent. However, not wanting to come across as rude, typical to your British custom, you simply responded with, “Tell her not to worry. She must know I’m happy Freddie. This just feels right for me,”

“God darling,” he began, “you’re starting to sound like even more of a bitchy rockstar than I. I don’t think I’ve even met a bandmate as non-committal as you,” he paused for a moment as if trying to stiffle a laugh. “I honestly think you’re even worse than Roger!” At this you almost spat out your drink.

“Roger? Jesus, Freddie,” together you laughed, knowing however that as soon as the amusement faded, you had another lecture coming.

“You know doll, there is so much colour out in the musical world. So much to see and do and experience- but you don’t belong to it. You’re not ready for how destructive it can be. Isn’t there a higher purpose you may have?”

“Freddie,” you laughed, “higher purpose? I think you must still be drunk from last night.”

“No, no, I’m serious!” his voice concerning you, “Y/N, I wanted to do the right thing for you when I took you out of that job, and I want you here by my side as always, and you know that I always want what’s best for you- and I can see that right now it’s not how you’re living. Roger is concerned-”

“Wait, is this seriously about Mary? Or did Roger just get jealous because I was a little cocky in the morning?” Freddie looked back at you pleadingly.

“No, darling you know I wouldn’t lie to you. Doll, when Roger is concerned, something must really be a problem, because believe-you-me, that boy doesn’t have a reason to be concerned by much.”

“Well,” you replied, “Roger can take his concern someplace else, because it doesn’t belong with me.” You stood up in anger, leaving behind a defeated Freddie, knowing he perhaps pushed too far. You stormed downstairs hoping to find Roger. To your disappointment, the only person you could find was Brian; he was indulging in a tabloid, kissing his teeth at every other article his eyes glanced upon. When you walked in with so much anger in your eyes, he quickly shut the articles, tapping the seat next to him.

“Sit down, Y/N. Is everything alright?” Through heaving anger you explained the situation.

“I’m just afraid that they want me to be a quiet mouse who has no fun in her bones and wouldn’t know thrill if it was standing in front of her,” you whined.

“Y/N, I think you’re taking it the wrong way. I don’t want you to feel attacked by what I’m saying because I understand your frustration, but perhaps they just want you to be alright? That doesn’t mean you have to compromise who you are or your personality or extravagant shenanigans. Just, sober up a bit,” He was slightly embarrassed at having to tell you something so bluntly. “Try to be alone for a while- no flings- well, as alone as you can be, because you know you’ve always got us here as well.” You closed your eyes, laying your head on the back of the sofa. Maybe Brian was right- you knew he was a little more levelheaded than Roger and even Freddie when it came to the emotional stuff. Not wanting to address the conversation directly, you laughed at him.

“God, I thought I was supposed to be the one with a psychology degree,” He gave you a warm smile, embracing you in his long arms. Just at that moment, Roger came in with John Reid, whose presence admittedly you were not too fond of, never being the type to favour the rich businessmen of this industry. You politely smiled at him while shooting daggers at Roger, ones to which he didn’t even try to retaliate.

“Uh, Y/N, John needs to talk to you. I’ll give you guys some space.” He signalled for Brian to leave behind his magazine and follow him into the hallway nearby.

John pursed his lips tightly, clearly not having good news as he awkwardly took a seat opposite you. Trying to stay cool, you asked him “Everything alright John?”

“Yeah-yeah...uh, no actually. I came here to talk to you about the image you create around Queen. We know, and trust me I get this, you’re a friend of Freddies... and you want to join into their fun. But some of the guys in management have started to fear you attract too many hostile visitors to these events. We know they’re not exactly formal parties, but still, security and management have agreed it’s not a good idea to have such a wildcard like you around. Especially after last night’s situation. I mean, someone filed a complaint against Queens management, claiming their safety had been compromised at the party,” He awkwardly looked back at you, finishing his speech. For a moment you felt stuck - like you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even take your eyes off of him. Fury, disbelief, betrayal and anger - everything bottling up inside you.

“How can I be the compromise of health and safety when these parties are a breeding ground for drugs, alcohol and a plethora of sexual diseases, John? You’re not being serious. Think about what you’re saying,” you retaliated. Suddenly Roger had wandered back into the room, his eyes were wide and his stance felt intimidating.

“John, can I talk to you outside?” he said sternly. Johns eyes rushed between yours and Rogers, but he unwillingly obliged. In came Brian, "the audacity mate, can you imagine...” he muttered. You decided to remain silent in an attempt to hear the conversation Roger was holding with John. It was hard to make out exactly what they were saying, but through Rogers angry tone and Johns stuttering you knew Rog was fighting on your behalf. You heard the door shut with some attitude, and back came Roger. He opened his mouth in attempt to explain everything that had happened, but not wanting to hear it you dashed a big smile at him. “You haven’t got to worry about anything, love” he tried. You still tried to shut him up, walking over to plant a thankful kiss on his cheek, and immediately walking past to collect yourself elsewhere.

»»»

I saw red hearing what John was saying to Y/N in the other room. As much as I found Y/N rather irritating most of the time, I knew what he was saying and accusing her of was unfair, and just had to interrupt. Brian tried holding me back for a while more, knowing my anger wasn’t my most logical state of mind, but I couldn’t hear anymore of it. I stormed into the room and as soon as John had followed me out into the hallway again, turned on him.

“John you need to fuck off,” I said.

“Well that’s a bit forward, Roger, don’t you think? Listen, what you don’t see is I’m trying to do something good for your image. Queen is still not secure enough in the industry to be flipping out like this on your event guests. That drunk guy she pushed over yesterday could’ve been seriously hurt by his fall had it ended otherwise, and the blame would fall on all of you.”

“But it didn’t end otherwise. She defended herself. We all saw how violent he got with her through the window, that fucking bastard.”

“Not the point, Roger.”

“John, she’s a good friend to all of us. We care about her. If she goes, I go,” It was a bold statement. It wasn’t even true. I had no idea why I’d even said it. I felt even more unnerved hoping that he wouldn’t know I was bluffing. His startled laughter annoyed me even more.

“Roger, you can’t be serious. I know you wouldn’t sacrifice the career of your dreams for some groupie to stick around for any longer than the others.” Upon seeing the slanted look in your eyes and your clenched fists, Johns laughter was wiped from his face and instead he slowly moved back.

“She’s not a groupie, John, and you better never forget yourself like that again. I’d rather we be known as the Queen who keeps around wild friends than the Queen who blames innocent girls for attacking guys who don’t know how to take no for an answer.”

That shut him up. John knew I was right. He mumbled something under his breath too quietly for me to even distinguish.

„Fine, alright. I’ll call Freddie when I get the chance and apologise,” I moved my body the slightest to signal him out the door and he sheepishly walked out. I returned to the large room, seeing an anxious Y/N on the sofa.

I tried to find the words to make my protectiveness come off as rather non-chalant, cos’ even I was slightly taken aback as to why I would go this far just for her to stick around. To my surprise she pranced up and quickly gave me a cheek on the kiss. Almost out of second nature I wanted to make a suggestive comment, something about how soft her lips were or where else I would like them- but absolutely fucking shocked by these thoughts in my head, I decided to shut up and not dare say another word.

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my plus one - part 10

MASTERLIST 

(THE ANGST lmao sorry about the cliffhanger, but u know im the queen of em)

Word Count: 1,790

It was a beautiful day as you lazily got around and slowly headed down to meet everyone for a large breakfast. All of the guests were practically here and you were almost relieved by not having to socialize as much as you’ve had to these past few days. The ballroom was filled with buffets and tables for over 150 people. You stood in the back of the room with a drink in hand as you scan around and people watch. You spot your three great aunts and a few small cousins - whom you haven’t seen in years. You smile as they run around and play tag with each other, obviously excited to be together again. What you would do to go back to being their age. No worries, not a care in the world. 

You’re lost in your thoughts as you stare off into space, not realizing your sister walking up to you. Her expression is soft as she smiles and playfully waves her hand. You’re drawn from your thoughts as you look over quickly and smile. She almost looks sad. Maybe she knows that Roger left for home. The longer you look at her, the more you want to confess and tell her everything that had happened, but you don’t. As much as you would love to see the look on her face when she hears it, you also couldn’t take away that one piece of happiness from her. You just couldn’t. 

“Hey, you okay?” she asks as she stands next to you and leans against the wall as well. 

You sigh and nod as you look back out to everyone. 

“I’m fine. How are you?” you ask as you look to her. 

She stares forward as her eyes go big and she laughs slightly. 

“It’s overwhelming, not gonna lie. Everyone’s here and… And it’s just overwhelming.” she repeats. 

You nod and look down and then back up. Your eyes lock with Alex’s and you shift uncomfortably, averting them to the ground once more. 

“I completely understand.” you whisper, causing your sister to look over to you with almost sad eyes. 

She opens her mouth to say something, but is interrupted by someone calling out her name. She looks over to them and smiles before looking back to you. 

“Listen,” she says sweetly. “This is just a meet and greet type thing. Go do something for you, okay? Go walk the beach, sit in the sauna or just lay in bed. Alright?” 

You’re not sure where this sudden boost of sweetness is coming from, but it makes you feel a little better - yet more guilty. She has to know that Roger left, because why else would she be this nice to you? You smile to her and nod as she grabs your hand and gently squeezes. She walks away from you when you catch Alex looking in your direction once more. You roll your eyes and place your drink down as you walk out of the ballroom and make your way to the front lobby. What could you possibly do right now? Go back to the room and sulk in your sadness, you think to yourself. 

You shake your head and begin walking. Where? You’re not sure. You just walk and walk until you find yourself on the beach. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath. There’s literally nobody here and you’re almost confused, but you didn’t care. The quietness along with the waves hitting the shore was what you needed. You open your eyes to look back to the water. It looks so inviting. You smile slightly and slip off your shoes before walking forward and allowing the waves to hit your feet - ignoring that your long dress was getting wet. You keep walking until the water is to your knees. 

It was warm and refreshing. You close your eyes and allow the bright sun to beam down on you when you suddenly think of Roger. You think of the two of you laughing on the plane ride here, the way he looked at you when you kissed him for the first time, his face when he told you that he was in love with you, the two of you in bed… You tense your jaw as tears pool down your face. You missed him more than anything. You don’t understand how you are so good at pushing people away. They always leave and it somehow seems to always be your fault.

You open your eyes once more and quickly wipe away the tears. You look around fast and hope nobody had witnessed your small moment of vulnerability. You were in the clear. You turn around and walk back to slip your shoes on. You make your way back to the resort and to your room. You walk inside and slip your dress off along with your shoes. You slide under the covers and pull out your phone. You hover your finger over Roger’s name, but you don’t press it. You just sob once more until your eyes give away and you’re fast asleep. 

*** 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP 

Your alarm was going off and startled you from your sleep. You sit up fast and look around confused. You slept the rest of the day and all night!? You were beyond mortified as you slam it off. You run your hand through your hair and suddenly remember that today is the wedding. Your stomach feels sick as you take in deep breaths to calm yourself. It was 7 am and you were needed in your sisters room in thirty minutes. You jump from bed and hurry to collect everything you need. Makeup, shoes, hair products, jewelry. You dress yourself in a shirt and sweats before you find yourself darting to the elevator and arriving to her floor. You knock on the door and are greeted by your mother. You two share a sweet hug as she cups your face and looks at you. 

“You doing okay?” she asks as she studies you. 

You smile and nod as you walk in further. 

“I’m fine. I promise.” 

You spot your sister in the corner of the room with a pink robe on that read in white crystals on the back ‘Bride’. You smile as she walks up and hugs you. 

“Big day today.” you try to say as enthusiastic as you can. 

She smiles, but the smile fails. You notice this as she turns around and more people arrive to the room. Alex’s mother and sister stop by, but only for a moment before leaving. Your sister’s best friend is here as she helps get everything in order. The wedding gown is delivered by your father and hangs on the door. It was beautiful. A white, strapless ball gown that was going to make your sister look like a princess. You dreamed of wearing one as you stare at it. 

“You like?” she asks as she looks to you, her friend doing her makeup. 

You look to her and try to smile, your chin quivering. 

“It’s beautiful, El.” you whisper. 

Her brows furrowed together for a moment until her friend directs her attention back to her. You walk to the bathroom and begin working on yourself. Makeup, hair and finally seeing your dress for the first time. It’s a beautiful, long and flowy, almost rose gold dress. It’s strapless and fits you perfectly. You admire yourself in the mirror and for the first time in a while, you smile. 

***

They’re having their wedding a bit early, due to everyone wanting to be on the beach. It was nearing 10 am when you all were heading out to the beach already. It was a picture perfect day, not a cloud in the sky. You all hurry to a small tiny shack that Ellie was using to hide herself away from Alex and everyone. You were nervous and almost nauseous as you begin to hear people arrive and take their seats. You wish Roger were here with you right now. How badly you needed his shoulder to lean on. You force yourself to hold back your tears as you’re told that it’s time. You swallow hard and are given a small bouquet of white roses to hold. You nod to your sister and force a smile as you hug her. 

“Everything’s going to be okay.” she whispers in your ear, causing you to look at her confused. 

“What do you mean?” you ask quickly. 

She just continues to smile when suddenly music begins. 

“That’s your cue.” is all she says. 

You’re watching her as you’re ushered outside of the shack and greeted by one of Alex’s good friends. You lock arms together and wait for the signal. You’re lined up when suddenly a blonde woman gives you a thumbs up and you’re walking. Everyone is sat down in rows as they all smile and watch you. Alex stares at you intensely as you keep your eyes away from his. You’re thinking hard about what your sister meant. Maybe she meant everything with Roger, but you weren’t sure. 

You finally arrive at the front and take your position. Once everything is done, more music pops up as everyone stands to their feet. Your sister is spotted as she slowly walks with your father at her side. You smile at the sweet moment as tears burn in your eyes. She looked so beautiful as they make it up to you. Your father leans in and kisses her on the cheek as he gives her away. She turns to you and raises her eyebrows as she hands you her bouquet of red roses. You take in a deep breath and watch as she holds hands with Alex, his eyes on your for a split second. The ceremony starts and all you can think about is Roger. 

Words are said as the pastor speaks about love and foreverness. You’re drawn away by your thoughts until it’s time for them to repeat their vows. Alex says his with no problem and now it’s your sisters turn. 

“Ellie, it is time for you to recite your vows. Repeat after me, I, Ellie,” 

“I, Ellie,” she repeats. 

“Take thee Alex,” he says. 

“Take thee Alex,” 

“To be my husband, to have and to hold,” 

“To be my cheating, disloyal husband, to have to hold,” 

Your head flies up and you wonder if you misheard her. The whole audience gasps as Alex looks around nervously. Did she really just say that!? What’s happening!? Ellie turns her head to stare down the aisle as her eyes catch something. You feel as if you’ve stopped breathing for a moment. You follow her gaze and finally realize what it is she’s looking at. 

Roger.

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