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demo-wise · 4 years ago

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New Year’s Kiss

Summary: Concept about the BoRhap cast and the Queen boys (minus Freddie) surrounding the idea of kissing on New Year’s Eve at midnight.

Pairing: Queen boys x fem!Reader, Borhap boys x fem!Reader

Warnings: Very, very, heavy connotations of sex, but nothing explicit and no straight out smut, that should be about it.

Word Count: 7.7k+ total, average of 1.2k+ per part.

A/N: Okay, I’m well aware that it’s no longer New Year’s or even close to it, and currently it’s January 20th, but I’ve been tired of this shit year and I had the idea to start writing it on New Year’s Eve, and by that time I’d already agreed to tag people in it. Apologies for the bit of a wait, you guys, and a special thanks to @yourlocalmusicalprostitute for contributing the Disney movie in Gwil’s because my indecisive ass couldn’t make a decision. Enjoy, and have a good day, my loves.

John Deacon:

The party was raging, you were sure of that, it was at Freddie's house, and there were no limits to what that man would do. To both your relief and slight disappointment, you and John had decided to skip it this year, the kids were still young and there was no way you'd be able to find a sitter on such short notice. Freddie understood, but he made his upset quite known by frowning dramatically whenever you'd visit John in the studio. You felt bad, but there was really nothing you could do, and Freddie's parties were certainly not a place for children. You were currently watching some random channel showing a fireworks display near Big Ben, waiting for the strike of midnight and the firework show to commence from the clocktower.

You little boy came up to you where you were nestled with your husband on the couch, tugging at your sweater sleeve. You gave him a gentle smile, "What's up, honey?" you asked, reaching out a hand to ruffle his hair.

Robert clambered onto the couch next to you and pressed the side of his face into your arm, and as a result tilted the party hat he wore to the side. He insisted that each and every one of you keep those hats on until midnight - horrible gaudy things that he spotted while on a quick run with you to The Dollar Store with '1979' in big, gold and glittery letters, with streamers falling rather unceremoniously from the top. John had Michael sleeping on his chest, it was far past his bedtime but between cleaning up from dinner and keeping your little four-year-old entertained, you hadn't had time to properly put him down for the night.

"'M sleepy, mama," Robert mumbled into you, and you moved your arm to wrap around him and pull him into your side - it was about twenty after ten, and you were honestly surprised he'd made it this long. You leaned down to press a kiss to his head, "That's okay, just sleep."

You felt him relax against you, and after tugging the blanket shared between the four of you more around him, you leaned back into your husband, relishing in the peace and quiet which surely wouldn't last long.

You hadn't even realized you'd fallen asleep until John was shaking you gently, murmuring, "Hey, it's almost midnight, wake up," into your ear. You creaked open your eyes to look at him, and gave him a tired smile, which he returned, slowly moving his head to press a kiss to your forehead. The clock hanging above the mantle read 11:59 pm, and you could see the host and the crowd in London beginning the countdown.

10, 9, 8, 7

You leaned down to Robert asleep in your lap to press a kiss to his temple,

6, 5, 4

and you also leaned over to Michael to press a kiss to his forehead, before you turned to John.

John maneuvered his arm around the sleeping baby to cradle your cheek with his palm, and you lifted your hand to grasp his wrist.

You began to lean in to meet him, watching the grin grow on his face with a certain level of fondness, his eyes crinkling from the strain. Something you'd always adore about him was his beautiful smile.

John closed the gap between the two of you and gently pressed his lips to yours, successfully missing the fireworks shoot from Big Ben, but neither of you cared much. You had everything you needed right where you were, your two kids, and your husband. You pulled away only to press a few more pecks to his lips, which he returned eagerly. You leaned into John's side and relished in the warmth of his arm wrapping around you, relaxing for just a few more minutes before you had to take the children up to their rooms and hope that Michael went down without complaint. You could afford a few more minutes.

Brian May:

A continuous chorus of chug! chug! chug! chug! surrounded you, practically driving you up a wall. The only reason you had come tonight was to see Freddie, an old friend from college, and meet his darling bandmates, as he phrased it. You were currently trying to find him right now, it was very close to midnight and he had gotten lost in the crowd. Or, he had gotten himself lost in the crowd. He claimed he was going to find the other guys in his band to introduce you but you weren't sure you'd be able to get the meeting over with before midnight. Not that it really mattered, but you felt like as soon as the clock struck twelve, everyone would go even more crazy than they already were and it would be impossible to find Freddie, let alone hear them. As of now, though, you were standing on your tiptoes, trying to see over the crowd to find Freddie, but to no avail, it was so crowded you could barely move.

You decided it was useless to simply stand here and look and thought it best to try and move around a bit, so you carefully began to squeeze through people, not being able to avoid bumping into practically everyone within your line of sight. One particular person you bumped into quite roughly, leading to him splashing his drink on your shirt and a string of apologies to escape from both of you.

"Shit! I am… so sorry," he apologized, looking around quickly - you assumed for some sort of cloth or napkin to wipe the liquid from your top. Thankfully, and, you were sure you could attribute this partially to the time of year and the reason for the get-together, his drink was just champagne, and therefore didn't leave any sort of lasting stain.

"Uh…," you looked down at your shirt, examining the large wet spot in the middle, it wasn't that bad, "It's fine, it's not that bad," you sighed, glancing up at the offender. He was an extremely tall man, definitely over six feet, with a mop of ringlet curls atop his head, and the loveliest face you think you'd ever seen. He continued to mumble half-hearted apologies, possibly to keep from a lull in the 'conversation' - and you use that term lightly - and still looking around for some sort of cloth. He looked slightly panicked, and you felt bad that a simple incident like this seemed to stress him out so much.

"Um, excuse me," you attempted to get his attention by tapping his arm a few times, and only when his apologetic eyes met yours did you continue speaking, "Listen, it's fine, it really," you paused again, slightly gesturing to your shirt and laughing, "it's really not a big deal."

Although the apologetic look in his pretty hazel eyes didn't leave altogether, he seemed to relax a bit and give you a small smile, "I-uh, sorry about that, I didn't mean to ruin your shirt," he said, and you gave him a reassuring smile.

"Oh, trust me, this isn't really the fanciest thing I own. Besides, it was accidental. Can't blame you for that, can I?" you offered him your hand to shake, which he accepted, while you told - or more like shouted - your name to introduce yourself.

"Brian May," he returned, and dropped your hand. As he reached up to rub the back of his neck with his left hand - presumably at the lack of words being spoken on either yours and his part - you noticed with some humor that his nails on his left hand were painted white, and you reached out and took his hand, which he furrowed his brows at but allowed you to do so. His hands seemed to be too delicate for a man, and you laughed, glancing over his fingernails.

"I like this," you said, gesturing to his nails, and he laughed a little.

"Thanks, my friend Freddie and I sort of coordinated it so his nails are painted black and mine are painted white," he explained, and you thought about it for a second, giving him a questioning look.

"Freddie, like… Freddie Mercury?" you asked, and he nodded with a similar look of confusion painted across his features.

"Yes, how do you know him?"

"Well, he and I were good friends in college, and we kinda drifted apart once he started getting more into music, but he invited me over for New Year's to meet the other members of his band," you explained, shrugging slightly at him, and Brian dropped his head in his hand, laughing to himself for a fleeting moment.

"Oh," was all he said, and continued to giggle to himself, while you stared at him like he was a maniac.

"Something… funny?" you asked, and he looked up at you, shaking his head with a smile.

"No, no, no, it's just that for weeks now since he's planned this party, he's been going on and on about 'y/n this, y/n that', and how we had to meet one of his 'dearest friends', and I just, I'm sorry, how coincidental that he's been trying to round all of us up together tonight and you and I happen to bump into each other… literally," you realized why he was laughing, and let out a small chuckle yourself.

"Right… I suppose that is rather unlucky," you admitted, then thought for a moment, "wait, so I suppose, then that you're a member of Queen?"

Brian nodded, "I'm the guitarist, nice to meet you, my dear."

It was really a simple thing, Freddie called you dear and darling all the time, but your stomach erupted in butterflies at the term, a blush surely rising on your cheeks.

"And, I wouldn't necessarily say our meeting was unlucky," he backtracked to something you'd said earlier, "I'd say more… unexpected. Meeting someone as lovely as yourself is far from unlucky"

Now you were certain he'd done that on purpose, as he seemed quite pleased with the shy smile your lips curled into, and the red hue only deepening on your face.

"Well, uh," you tried to compose yourself, lifting your head to try and level your gaze with his, which was, a pitiful attempt, to say the least, "what makes you say that?"

Brian took your hand, very gently, and you marveled in the comfort of your hand in his, "Well, to start with, you're obviously very pretty," he began, running a thumb over your knuckles - God you really hoped he was looking to ask you out and not to simply sleep with you, "And you're quite a charming girl, very polite and all that," he brushed a thumb over your cheekbone lightly with his free hand, "and your blush is adorable."

You laughed out loud at this, and nudged his hand away from your cheek, "How can you possibly find me charming when you barely know anything about me?" you inquired, and Brian tilted his head in feigned thought.

"Well, perhaps I'd know more about you if you were to join me in an… excursion, of sorts?" he asked, and you only raised your eyebrows, encouraging him to continue, both of you practically oblivious of the New Year's countdown commencing in the background, "What I'm asking is, would you like to accompany me on a date? Maybe I could take you out for lunch or coffee sometime?"

Instead of answering him, you leaned up - a rather far lean - and pressed your lips against his, a bit more forcefully than you'd meant to, but it didn't matter, because Brian was eager to reciprocate, letting go of your hand to wind his arms around your waist and dip his head to meet you. You only broke apart when a loud voice startled you.

"Well there you are dears, I invite you both over for New Years to meet, and you're off getting it on without telling me! I was looking for you for hours, Brian!" Freddie complained, and you ducked your head in embarrassment, letting go of Brian and walking to Freddie to embrace him.

"Sorry, Freddie, I was trying to find you too, though," you defended, and though Freddie made a face before you tucked your head onto his shoulder, he reciprocated the embrace, squeezing you against him and practically lifting you from the ground.

He waved you off, wordlessly deeming the matter in the past, "Happy New Year, darlings," he kissed your cheek, and patted Brian on the arm. Before he flitted off to entertain the other guests, he leaned close to your ear and whispered, "Don't think you're getting out of filling me in on all the gory details later, lovie."

You laughed, waving goodbye as he disappeared back into the crowd.

"So is that a yes?" Brian asked from behind you, making you turn to face him with a grin.

You nodded, "Definitely."

Roger Taylor:

This holiday season was outrageously depressing, Roger and the boys were off on tour and not set to come back until mid to late January, so you were just watching the television in the bedroom by yourself, trying to ignore that you couldn't even spend the New Year with your husband. Slumping against the headboard with a glass of wine in your hand and stupidly childish pajama pants on might've been an enticing night in if you had Roger with you, but without him to keep you company it was unspeakably dull. It wasn't long before you'd polished off your wine glass and started to doze off in the bed, and it was slightly later that you were awakened out of this doze by the door handle jiggling.

You sat up straight in bed with a suddenness that made your head hurt, and after a moment to compose yourself, you got up off the bed and peered out the doorway, where the handle was no doubt still being struggled with. You closed your eyes and willed the unwelcome guest to give up and leave you alone, but cursed under your breath when they didn't. You exited the bedroom and went down the hall and into the kitchen to get a knife - the biggest one you could find - and in that time the assailant had entered the house. What a way to spend New Year's, you thought bitterly, Roger is off with Queen performing to millions and you're at home fending off a possibly dangerous criminal.

You took in a breath as quietly as you could and walked into the living room with the knife hidden behind your back, you swore to God you felt like the idiot in a horror movie who went to check out the situation. Entering the living room was the stupidest you'd felt in a long time, because all that fucking suspense, all the nerves that were at their highest in your system, was all for nothing. You let out a heavy sigh in relief that the man in your living room was only Roger, and when he turned to see you with a knife held tight in your dominant hand, he gave you a curious look.

"Are you okay, love? You look scared out of your wits," he commented, and you set the knife down on a nearby coffee table, laughing to yourself half because of your own stupidity and half out of relief. You walked forward to wrap your arms around Roger, which he eagerly reciprocated.

"I thought you were someone trying to break in. I-I heard the door handle jiggle a little and you weren't meant to come home until later this month," you mumbled into his neck, and he laughed against you.

"Sorry to worry you, lovely, my key got stuck for a bit there," he kissed your hair and pulled away from you to look at you with a wide grin, "But I'm so happy to see you! I've missed you so, so much," he buried his face back into your hair, pressing several forceful kisses to the side of your face to make you giggle, "I was able to get some time - we all were - to come home to you for New Year's. I feel so bad about being away for Christmas, I'm so, so sorry about that," he apologized, squeezing you tighter against him and kissing your cheek gently, "God, I've missed you so fucking much."

You let your hands drift through his soft hair, smoothing it over his head, then you thought of something, and pulled away from him, taking his wrist to read his watch.

11:59

"Oh shit! We gotta get to the TV to watch the countdown!" you exclaimed, shaking Roger as he laughed. When it was just you it didn't matter too much, but now that he was here with you, you wanted to follow the tradition that you'd been following since you'd gotten together with him. You always turned on the BBC One to watch the fireworks display, it wasn't much of a tradition, but you wanted to watch it with Roger.

You dragged a laughing Roger, trying to finish kicking his shoes off to the bedroom, "So eager, aren't you, darling?" he laughed, and you stopped to elbow him in the ribs before continuing to pull him into the room and click on the TV in the midst of the host counting down from ten, you'd turned it on around six. Neither you nor Roger really had time to sit down before the clocktower chimed 12:00 and it was the new year, and you barely had time to turn to Roger to wish him a Happy New Year before he was pulling you into a searing kiss, his hands on both of your cheeks and your arms raising to rest atop his shoulders. He was holding your face so forcefully at first that your cheeks were squished together when he pulled back, and he giggled at your expression.

"You look like a fish"

You laughed out loud and smacked him on the chest, making him remove his hands from your face and raise them in the air defensively. You allowed him to pull you into a hug, his arms wrapped around your middle and one hand rubbing up and down your back sweetly. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, hands clasped in the back and fiddling with his long blond hair. Through a laugh, Roger murmured, "Happy New Year, honey," into your ear, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

"Happy New Year, Rog. I love you," you matched his volume, and felt him smile against your shoulder at your sentiment, leaning back to press a rather forceful kiss to your lips, and without having to express it through words, you knew that the feeling was mutual.

Joe Mazzello:

Spending time with Joe on New Year's always meant a good time, your best friend would never fail to go off the rails, bringing the best alcohol he could muster and taking you off to some party somewhere in the city, most of which weren't exactly your scene but he'd make them enjoyable by sticking by your side the entire time and making you laugh. Which is why it was perplexing to you that he'd forgone all that tonight and instead decided that the two of you stay over at his place and watch When Harry Met Sally before tuning into New Year's Rockin' Eve ten minutes or so before midnight. You'd asked several times what was wrong, but he brushed you off, and if you were completely honest, he looked happier than he did most years.

"Joe, not that I'm particularly complaining, but wouldn't you rather be out at a party, not watching characters on TV attend a New Year's party?" you asked after getting beers for the two of you and settling down with Joe on his couch, where he was already seated, watching Harry singing to Sally over the phone to try and get her to call him back.

His eyes lifted to catch your gaze and he groaned good-naturedly at your repetition, slinging an arm around your shoulders and squeezing you briefly, "I told you, y/n. I don't need to be at some crowded party when I can stay in with my best girl," he explained, and you rolled your eyes in response, though your stomach jumped at the term.

Truthfully, he had been calling you his 'best girl' since the two of you were teenagers, so him calling you it now shouldn't have been any different, but two or three years ago, you'd begun to react this way to his friendly affection, and after a few months you realized you had well and surely fallen for your best friend, which was, without a doubt, terrifying. Over the past couple years, you'd been able to control your blushes, and had gotten used to the butterflies in your stomach at the mere friendly touch.

But there was really nothing you could do about it, nor could you get him to admit something was wrong, so you simply sighed and leaned into him, focusing your attention on the movie, Harry wandering the empty New York streets and Sally dancing with some too-forceful guy at a big New Year's party. You continued to watch the movie in relative silence, save for the occasional comment Joe would make to make you giggle, and finally, you came to the scene where Harry had just run to the party to see Sally.

You leaned forward in your seat a bit, leaning your chin on your knuckles, completely enthralled by the movie.

"Hey, uh, y/n—"

"Shh," you shushed Joe without looking his way, reaching out an impatient hand to pat his wrist excitedly, "This is the best part"

On the screen, Sally goes to leave just as Harry walks through the door, and as soon as he spots her, she freezes and he walks up to her.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking. And the thing is, I love you."

"What?"

"I love you."

"How do you expect me to respond to this?"

"How about you love me too?"

"How about I'm leaving."

"Doesn't what I said mean anything to you?"

"I'm sorry, Harry. I know it's New Year's Eve, I know you're feeling lonely, but you just can't show up here, tell me you love me and expect that to make everything alright. It doesn't work this way."

"Well how does it work?"

"I don't know but not this way."

"How about this way? I love that you get cold when it's seventy-one degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich, I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts, I love that after I spend a day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes, and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

"You see? That is just like you, Harry, you say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate you. And I hate you, Harry… I really hate you."

She mouths 'I hate you' one more time before they lean into each other and kiss, and you're positively certain your eyes are watery and your makeup is smudged from the collection of water on your lash line. You breathlessly laugh at the way Harry asks about the meaning of Auld Lang Syne, and glance over at Joe.

"Sorry, um, what was it you wanted to—" you stop short when you realize he's already staring at you, with such an intensity that you want to melt. There's this look in his eyes that you swear you've seen before, and it just looks so fitting on him that all you can do is stare at him imploringly, wondering what was going on in his head.

Your eyes might've been tricking you, but you thought you saw Joe begin to lean closer to you, and you can't help but mirror his actions, it was as if a gravitational pull was forcing you to lean in, and not by your own will.

"Y/n…" it comes out as barely over a whisper, and he doesn't have much time to say anything else before he's pressing forward to close the last inch of distance between you two and mold his lips to yours. It was nothing like you'd expected your first kiss with Joe to be. You'd expected it to be sudden and breathtaking and rather harsh, but in a good way, and this was certainly breathtaking, but in a different, dare you say in a better way. His hand had come to rest on your neck and the other was sitting on your bent knee, his tongue was trailing lovingly over your bottom lip and he only pulled away to press a kiss to your bottom lip, and another kiss to your top lip, then he leaned back in for another full-on kiss without skipping a beat. You couldn't help but reach up to run your fingers through his hair, and he let out a small groan against you. You realized with a chuckle that, contrary to all the movies, including the one you just watched, you and Joe didn't have your first kiss at midnight, in fact, it was still about twenty of, and you could hear the music of the ending credits in the background, turned down so low in your mind that you could barely hear it.

You started to laugh against Joe's lips, ultimately breaking the kiss by just smiling against his lips, and Joe pulled away to give you an odd, but all the same, fond look.

"What're you laughing at?" he asked, his grin growing when you didn't stop laughing, and it in fact only grew louder.

"I-I don't know, I just… how did this even happen? It's not even like it's midnight yet, it's like twenty of, and we were watching a movie," you tried to explain your thought process, and the nonsensicalness of it alone was making Joe chuckle.

He pecked your lips once, twice, then three times, "Well, I was going to tell you when the movie was playing but you told me to shut up."

"Hey that is not fair that was the best scene," you retorted, but Joe just smiled at you, lifting his head to kiss your nose, then between your eyes, then your hairline.

"I know, honey. But just the way you were looking at that stupid movie—"

"Now wait just a minute—"

"Shh," Joe pressed his finger to your lips, "Just let me finish."

You stopped, nodding for him to continue, "The way that you were watching that damned movie in awe like it was all you ever wanted, it was the cutest thing, and I wanted to come up with some sort of speech like that for you, but I really couldn't, my head was all muddied, and I couldn't think straight. This is also a reader insert fanfic and I can't be that specific." Joe paused to lift your hand to his lips and press a kiss to it, "I wanted so desperately to be that source of love for you, because I love you. I love you more than… anything else in this world," he confessed breathlessly, and a wide grin spread across your face.

You brought both hands up to his face to hold it, leaning forward and pressing the softest of kisses to his lips, "You're such a dick."

Joe barked out a laugh, "Y/n! Why'd you have to go and say that for?"

"Because you weren't expecting it, were you?"

"Oh shut up, you."

Gwilym Lee:

"Dear, have you put out the veggie tray yet? Everybody's gonna be here, like, super soon!" Gwil called to you from upstairs, and you laughed at his nerves. He was a chronic worrier, and it was only amplified when you had informed him that you'd invited your friends over for a sort of New Year's party. It was really just a spontaneous thing, and you doubted anyone expected you to get together much, as it was the day of, but Gwilym insisted that you didn't give him enough time to buy things and that everything at the grocery store would be gone by now because it was 3:00 on the day of New Year's Eve. You were inclined to agree, but no matter how much you assured him that you didn't really have to get things to please everyone, that no one expected you to do so, Gwilym wouldn't accept your reassurance, and instead drug you to the store with him.

"Gwil," you came up behind him where he'd just pulled on a pair of pants after being in the shower, his chest still had droplets of water clinging to his skin. You wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your cheek against his back, "Don't worry, our friends won't care if we have a fucking veggie tray or not. I mean, yes I put it out," you paused, squeezing one of his hands that had gripped yours, "But really, stop worrying. They're just our friends."

Gwilym turned to face you, and let out a small sigh, "Yeah, yeah, I know. I just," he paused, contemplating whether or not to unload his horrid day on you. He sighed again, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Just what?" you implored, and Gwilym seemed to think for a minute, "It's really not that big of a deal, I just had… a difficult day, and I don't know if I'm in a 'party' mood," he relented, and you gave him a sympathetic look. Gwilym immediately shook his head though.

"No no no, don't give me that look. It's fine, I'm fine," Gwilym assured you, but you continued to look at him with a sort of pity in your eyes that he hated.

"But if you had a bad day and you didn't want to go through hosting this stupid thing, then you should've told me when I brought it up! I'm so sorry, honey, I didn't know," you stressed, pressing your face into his shoulder and effectively muffling your words. You only stayed there for a moment though before you lifted your head to look at him, making him face you by placing a hand on his face.

"Gwil, I want you to be completely, utterly, honest with me," you paused, apparently looking for an affirmative, so Gwil nodded, "Do you want me to text everyone and tell them not to come? Because I will if you're not feeling up to dealing with company. Please be honest with me," you bargained.

He really wanted to put up with this for you, he really did, but to be honest, nothing had been going his way that day, and all he really wanted to do was have a quiet night in with you, and give you a kiss at midnight. He sighed, "I, I'm sorry, would you mind if we didn't have anyone over?" he asked, and you noted that there was a certain amount of shame in his eyes, and he slightly hung his head. He felt bad, and it made you feel worse for even inviting them over in the first place. You left Gwilym for just a moment to pull out your phone and text your friends something short to call it off,

Sorry guys, not up for a New Year's party tonight, maybe another time,

then immediately tossed your phone on the bed and went to hug your husband, resting your head against his chest, "What do you want to do?" you mumbled, settling your chin on his chest to look up at him, while Gwil just gave you a smile.

"Thank you. You're the greatest wife I could ask for," he smiled down at you, running a hand up and down your arm briefly. You simply returned his smile and detached from him, going to the bedroom door when he called out to you.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get food, we have a TV up here," you gestured up to the wall your television was mounted on, "If you're looking for a day of relaxation, I think it'd be nice to lay in our bed all damn day with snacks," you explained, and Gwilym nodded, an 'ah' expression on face, "So, if you'll excuse me, I shall be back," you narrowed your eyes at him jokingly, and with that, proceeded to walk out the door and pad downstairs to the kitchen. Gwilym wasted no time in shedding his stuffy button down and pants, and switched them out with an old T-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants. Soon afterwards, you came back up with a bag of chips and two cups of hot chocolate, and practically shoved Gwilym into his side of the bed to sit under the blankets, then joined him on your own side.

"Ahh," Gwilym realized, eyeing the steaming mugs in your hands, "so that's what took you such a long time," he said, graciously taking his mug as you handed it to him and pressing his lips to your cheek, "I thought you'd run off to party with your friends and abandoned me."

You let out a small laugh, patting his shoulder briefly, "As if I would ever do that in your time of need," you gushed to him, fluttering your eyelashes in a quite obviously sarcastic manner, and Gwilym laughed with you, leaning over to grab the remote from the bedside table.

"So," he looked to you, where you'd already burnt your tongue on the hot chocolate and were swearing about it, and laughed quietly, "what do you want to watch?"

You sent him a glare, but answered him all the same, "Well, we could always watch whatever New Year's program is on," you lulled your head to the side to look at him, "or we could put on Princess and the Frog and fall asleep to the lovely tunes of Dig a Little Deeper, though I suppose that song doesn't exactly promote relaxation, we'd probably be required to dance."

Gwilym raised an eyebrow at you, "Oh we'd be required to, would we? By whom?"

You grinned and leaned forward to peck his cheek, "By me."

"Okay," he agreed, leaning back into his pillow and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, all but urging you to scoot closer to him and lean into him, which you complied with eagerly, "then let's fall asleep to that song where they're dancing on the lily pads or something," he pulled you into him and kissed your forehead.

"Sounds like a plan," you murmured against his collarbone, then whined when he tried to move. He tilted his head to look down at you, "Y/n, honey I have to go get the movie if you want to watch it," he said, trying to gently move you off of him. You let out another whine, but moved anyway.

You looked up at him and gave him your best pout, "But I love you…"

Gwilym laughed, standing up from the bed and bending to kiss your forehead, "And I love you, but if I don't get the movie now, I won't ever be able to leave you."

You grinned up at him, "Would that be such a bad thing?"

He laughed at you again, then left to grab the DVD your mom had gifted you when you married Gwilym, along with all the other Disney movies she had collected over the years. She figured since she really didn't have a use for them anymore she'd give them all to you, and although you greatly appreciated it - sometimes there was nothing better than a good old fashioned Disney movie - you could now say, without a doubt that most of your movies were Disney princess movies, as you hadn't had time to build up a collection of other movies yet. Gwilym and you had really only been married for a few months. But you supposed you didn't mind all too much, those movies were laced with nostalgia for both you and Gwil, and it was nice to be able to relish in the simpler times of childhood.

"Okay, one princess and one frog com— wait, no one princess and two frogs, no wait, she's not really a princess, so zero princesses and two frogs coming right up!" Gwilym enters the room holding up the DVD, and you giggle at him.

"It took you way too long to come up with that conclusion."

"Yes, I know."

He got the movie situated in the DVD player and grabbed the main remote and the volume remote, then as soon as he settled down into bed with you, you curled up against his side, making him chuckle quietly and move to turn on the TV, then start the movie. The two of you snacked and laid in bed for the rest of the night, and despite your promise to dance with him when Dig A Little Deeper came on, you'd passed out by then. He didn't blame you, it was late, almost midnight, and he was beginning to drift off too, only briefly remembering that it was indeed New Year's Eve. He just sunk back into his pillows and tightened his arm around you, to which you hummed in your sleep, and let his eyes slip shut.

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You opened your eyes to find that it was still dark, leading you to believe that you hadn't been asleep long, and you also realized that Gwil had fallen asleep as well. Once you got your bearings, you propped yourself up with a hand on Gwilym's chest and reached over for your phone on the bedside table. Blinking a little to adjust to the sudden flood of light in your eyes, you raised your eyebrows in mild shock to find that it was somehow, someway exactly 12:00, and somewhat delighted to find that you hadn't missed it completely. You shook Gwilym gently until he stirred, groaning and rubbing his eyes before looking up at you.

Despite his obvious exhaustion, he grinned at you, his eyes still hooded, "Hey darling, is it midnight yet?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I just wanted to wake you up to say Happy New Year," you kept your voice a little above a whisper, you weren't quite sure why, but given the atmosphere, it seemed appropriate.

Gwil propped himself up on his elbows, leveling his eyes with yours, still smiling, albeit a little softer, "Well, in that case, let me give you a kiss," he brought you in with a hand on the back of your neck and pressed his lips to yours chastely, "I love you, and Happy New Year."

You let your thumb run along his cheekbone, "I love you too, and Happy New Year to you too," you returned, and Gwilym pecked you once more, before all but falling back against the bed again, bringing you down with him since you were wrapped up in his arms. You let out a loud laugh when you heard him snoring not a minute later, and smiled at his sleeping figure. You couldn't resist brushing his hair back to sneak in one more kiss to the forehead before laying down against his chest and willing yourself to relax and fall asleep in his arms.

Ben Hardy:

"...Woah," was all you could manage as Ben rolled onto the bed beside you, both of you sweaty and out of breath.

Ben mustered a small laugh, "Yeah… woah," he agreed, reaching over to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers together. You squeezed his hand, using your free one to wipe your brow, trying to gather up the energy to get up and clean up, though you found you didn't want to move. Ben, however, didn't seem to have the same problem, because after squeezing your hand back, he huffed and forced himself to get up. You were just about to do the same when he circled the bed and lifted you into his arms, as gently as he could, given the sensitiveness between your legs, although it didn't do much to help, and he muttered an apology as he carried you into the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth from a pile and ran it under water in the sink until it was warm, and cleaned himself up, grabbing another washcloth and repeating what he did with the first before turning to you.

"This might hurt a little, sorry, darling," he leaned forward to pepper soft kisses across your lips, simultaneously bringing the second cloth between your legs to wipe there, which made you wince at first at the sudden contact, but the feeling was dulled a little by Ben's comforting measures, which you greatly appreciated. He finished up quickly and tossed both washcloths in the laundry before helping you back to the bed, as you were still enormously sore and Ben was sympathetic, almost to a fault. He made you sit down while he rummaged through your dresser for a new pair of underwear, put them on for you, and grabbed his long discarded shirt for you to slip on. Once you'd put on some more clothing and relaxed under the suddenly cool comforter - you weren't entirely sure how that happened but you wouldn't question it - with Ben beside you, your earlier feeling of exhaustion returned with as much ferocity as it had been hitting you after you'd finished.

"Ben?" you laid your hand on his upper arm.

"Hmm?"

"What time is it?"

Ben lazily picked up his phone from the bedside table to look at the time, and his eyes widened visibly. Sitting up and furrowing your eyebrows at him, you silently asked him what was wrong, to which he turned his screen around to face you.

12:42.

"Aww…" you drawed, and Ben gave you a pout.

"We missed midnight."

"Well, if you think about it, this is really a compliment to you," when he gave you an odd look, you elaborated, "y'know, just the fact that we were so caught up in…" you revolved your hand in a circular motion, "that, that we missed midnight," you grinned at him, and Ben laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to him.

"I appreciate the compliment, my dear, but," he used his free hand to lightly pinch your arm, leaning in so his mouth was level with your ear, "it's your fault we missed it."

You let out an offended gasp, smacking his shoulder, "How dare you! I feel so betrayed!" you retorted through a giggle, and your inability to keep a straight face made Ben, in turn, crack up as well. "And besides, at least I wasn't the one insisting we go for a fourth round!"

Ben shoved at your arm, a futile attempt, considering he was still holding you against him, "You were all for it, though, you practically begged me to—" he tried to say, but your covered his mouth with your hand, letting out a loud, semi-bewildered laugh.

"You're such an ass," you replied, to which Ben pushed your hand off his mouth and took his arms back, folding them like a child and pouting his lower lip.

"You're an ass!"

"Oh real mature, Ben," you giggled, reaching over to unfold his arms and pull one back around you, which he accepted. After a few minutes of silence, you felt Ben start to relax against you, and he leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek mumbling a 'goodnight' and an 'I love you', but before he could fall asleep you pushed away from him, propping yourself up on your hand to look at him while his expression remained a bit perplexed.

"No, no, no, you don't get away with a shitty kiss like that on New Year's Eve," you emphasized, and Ben only closed his eyes and laughed quietly.

"What?" you asked, "Can't I get a non-half-assed kiss from my boyfriend on New Year's?"

Ben sat up then, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into him to press his lips against yours incessantly, then pulled back with a grin, "Of course you can, my love," he pressed his lips to yours again, "But," another kiss, this one to the corner of your mouth, "I'd rather," a kiss to the other corner, "you not insist upon it," a kiss to your nose, then one to your chin, "right after we call each other 'asses'," he pressed his lips against the side of your neck, "So excuse the shit out of me, but, I thought the contrast in our interactions was rather humorous," he kissed your neck once more before lifting his head, then kissed you fully on the mouth again.

You couldn't help but smile at him, letting your hands rest on either side of his face and bringing him forward to peck his lips again, "But you are an ass," you pushed quietly, though Ben didn't take the insult too seriously, as there was a wide grin on your lips that you weren't even trying to suppress, "and now you're a dork too," you added, and Ben chuckled, squeezing your shoulders lovingly.

"Ah, yes, but I'm your dork."

"See? The fact that you even thought to say that just makes you a dork!" you pointed out, still grinning. Ben only laughed again at your insistence, and pushed you gently back down onto the mattress, laying down with you so he was laying on his stomach with an arm draped over your middle, his head turned to the side to continue pressing little kisses to your face.

"By the way," you mumbled, sleep finally beginning to reach you and causing you to relax against Ben, intertwining your fingers with one hand, "I love you too. Forgot to say it back when you said it earlier."

Your words sounded like a half-apology, so Ben squeezed your hand, "'S okay, dear. I'll start worrying when you stop sleeping with me," he laughed sleepily, and you let out a sort of breathy half-laugh, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

"Goodnight, Ben."

"Night, love. Happy New Year."

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groovyben · 4 years ago

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currently about to watch bohemian rhapsody but i thought this time i would give u a rundown of my thought while watching it so without further ado, here we go;

- RAMI MALEK ASF

- somebody to love is such a good song omg

- omg freddie’s wee cats

- i wish i was alive in the 80s to see live aid omg

- this movie literally just makes me smile so much i love it so much it’s literally one of my comfort films

- it’s literally so amazing how he went from working at the airport to being an international icon so true of him

- also why did someone literally call him an ethnic slur that’s horrible 😡😡

- the actor that played his sister is literally so pretty omg

- legit so accurate that every family in england had a pic of the queen in their house cba

- GWIL IN THAT HAIR OMG

- oh to be a wee gal in the early 70s going to see a band in a wee bar with flares and a fur coat on 😔

- BEN AS ROGER SUPREMACY

- nahhh bc his voice is literally free therapy i could listen to him speak alllll day long

- mary asf <3

- omg not him making fun of his teeth 😾 that’s mean ‼️

- it’s fine tho bc his voice is literally sooo amazing 😻

- no bc where i live there’s a biba store still

- freddie wearing women’s clothes since the 70s asf breaking stereotypes <3

- men‼️wearing‼️makeup‼️

- omg first show vibes

- JOES HERE YES

- luv that freddie’s wearing his mums top so cute

- omg not him getting heckled that’s horrible they gonna regret that fr fr

- no bc the mic stands SUCK

- omg nearly hit john asf

- this movie literally hits different once u find out that joe ben and gwil were actually playing 😁‼️

- KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE

- it’s so sad that u don’t see anybody on stage like freddie like he was such a performer

- omg wee van broke down

- joes accent 😻

- ben looks so hot in this scene asf 👄 cewl

- long‼️hair‼️ben

- eXpEriMeNtaL

- bLaSt It

- asmr in this scene asf

- ok but whoever was in charge of the wardrobe for this movie needs a gold medal bc the clothes were so accurate and all freddie’s outfits for his performances like u can tell so much work was put into the film

- mary austin is the reason i’m a bit fruity

- i WaS nEvEr a DeNtiSt

- family <3 they’re so cute

- i can’t stop staring at bens hair it’s so perfect looking cba i literally thought it was real the first time i seen it omg

- EW PAUL 🤢🤢🤢

- tHiS iS sHiT

- relieved 😌

- omg killer queen ‼️

- PLS NOT THEM ZOOMING IN ON HIS PP

- BEN IN THAT VEST WITH THE FRINGE OMG PLS

- huh!!! proposal!!!

- YUH

- hmm they all just broke in to his house cba

- no bc the way john is sitting on the couch he’s so smiley wee happy chappy 😁😁

- babies <3

- ben banging those drums asf 😻

- MY FUCKIN LAPTOP FROZE

- nvm it’s fine

- no bc while freddie’s on the phone the boys r waiting for him that’s so bae

- omg ben in that wee hat so cute

- honestly this whole movie is me screaming about ben but u know wot i do not care cos he is bae asf

- opera 😃

- gwil looks so much like brian it’s literally scary someone order a DNA test NOW ‼️

- omg joe was sooo trying not to laugh in that scene there cba

- this is why queen was such a good band there was so much thought that went into their songs

- ok but i love rami malek so much 👄✨

- ben in that coat? yes.

- why did john get the smallest room that’s no nice wtf

- omg luv of my life 😌✨

- such a beautiful song

- my heart is pumping

- EW EW EW NO PAUL JUST KISSES HIM WTF GET IN THE BIN RIGHT NOW OMG

- now we have roger being bullied about his car song which actually slaps so hard i listened to it earlier

- iTs a MeTaPhOr bRiAn

- they’re literally all hysterical queens luv that

- omg it’s bohemian rhapsody recording time omg omg omg

- paul prenter can literally choke i hate him

- operatic section 😃👍

- omg he called him deaky i’m gonna cry

- gALiLeO

- how many more galileos do u want❓

- wee opera singer asf

- PLS AHAHAHA “my nuts feel like they’re in my chest” proper buckled

- mEeEEeeeEEE

- omg they all look so proud of their songs as they should i love them

- borhap. period luv 😌💅

- ok but imagine if i’m in love with my car was actually the single like wot do we think might’ve happened #swag

ok so my laptop just died literally what the hell hope u enjoyed this adhd filled post full of my thoughts xx luvs 😁‼️👄💅😻✨

#ben hardy #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #rami malek #brian may #john deacon #roger taylor #freddie mercury #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #queen #my thoughts #i’m not okay #i’m in love

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natromanxoff · 4 years ago

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Queen live at Bingley Hall in Stafford, UK - May 6, 1978 (Part -2)

Photos were taken by Anthony Mallan.

Fan Stories

“As I write this I can't believe it is over 24 years since my first ever Queen gig. I was 15 years old and had looked forward to this day ever since I had first heard Bohemian Rhapsody 3 years earlier. Before that song Queen had just been another pop/rock group but BoRhap was the song which for me would set them apart from all others, the song that began my addiction for this band's music - an addiction which continues to this day. I had an hour long bus ride to Stafford and then had to walk to the Bingley Hall which was about 2 miles out of town. I remember while walking a couple of stretched limos passed I couldn't see inside because the windows were blacked out but I knew that it was the members of Queen in those cars and that added to the excitement. I arrived at the venue and joined the queue to get in. I was quite early but there were still a few hundred people in front of me. I bought a Black T shirt with the News of The World robot on the front and the words Spring Tour '78 and a program, both of which I still have although the T shirt is well worn. I was also treated to a young lady a bit drunk I think, taking her T Shirt off and running around half naked, quite sensational for a 15 year old lad. We were let into the hall at about 7pm and I found myself fairly near the front it was all standing and I was quite small so I was pleased to see the stage was set quite high which meant I would have an excellent view. The stage set for this tour was the famous crown and as I looked in awe at its size. I can remember wondering how they would get it to lift off the stage? I can't remember the time but probably an hour or so after I had got into the hall the lights went out and a mechanical whining noise started this was followed very quickly by white lights from the stage, smoke and then the drum beat of We Will Rock You with the song breaking straight into the chorus. Suddenly on a platform in the middle of the front row of the crowd Brian May appeared playing the "Rock You" guitar riff. I remember the feeling of joy and awe, I am sure I must have pinched myself to make sure this was really happening. After an explosion they burst into the fast version of "Rock You" and I saw Freddie for the first time. He was wearing shiney leather trousers, jacket & cap and running around the stage like a madman. It's far too long ago for me to remember every detail of the show but I do remember Freddie toasting us with champagne and at the end of '39 Roger threw his tamborine into the crowd and I had it for a split second before dropping it, I stood no chance really. The songs which I remember most from this gig were the ones which after this tour they were never to play live again: "White Man" & "Prophets Song" both were played either side of Brian's guitar solo and I can clearly remember Freddie performing vocal gymnastics during the middle section of "Prophets Song". The concert ended with a Rock n Roll medley. I remember right at the end of God Save The Queen we all started singing "You'll Never Walk Alone", then the lights were on and it was over. In a lot of respects it seems so long ago but as I am thinking of it now, parts of it are as clear as yesterday.” - Kevin Ruscoe

“It was fun reading Kevin's story about going to see Queen at Stafford Bingley Hall in 1978. This was the first concert I had ever been to (talk about starting at the top). When the lights went down and Brian started with the dynamic We Will Rock You strumming, I was captured. A couple of years ealier I had purchased Night At The Opera for a girl I fancied at work. I took it to give her and before I could present her with it she showed me that she had just brought the album herself. So much for my Night At The Opera with her! So, I had to go home, take a cold shower, and listen to music. Because it was the only album I had, I played it and played it and I discovered a world I never knew existed. Music up to that point was something that was on the radio. That night seemed to open a new and exciting world me. Not as exciting as I had been planning with her but exciting none the less. My biggest memory of the Stafford concert was when Freddie gets us to sing along with him. Whenever I heard the Live Killers album, it would take me back to that moment at Stafford when I found out what I wanted to do with my life. I write now, plays and musicals, some successful, some not. Thanks Queen for my reason to live.” - Robert

“Memory's a funny thing... and I wish to heck that I had a better one. How come I can remember useless things I don't want to know, like the winner of the first Big Brother programme, but can't remember stuff which would be far more useful... like how to order beer in any language, my bank account number... or the exact setlist of my first ever rock concert, Queen at Stafford's Bingley Hall in May 1978? Sitting down to type up this review I did a quick search on the net but only came up with a partial setlist which ends about two thirds of the way through. Very frustrating. So really this isn't a review, it can't be, but it's more a hazy recollection of just what it felt like to be a 15-year-old boy at his very first rock show. First off I remember getting the ticket. "Harvey Goldsmith presents A Night With Queen" printed in green (tickets for the Sunday night gig were printed in blue) and the price, L3.50 - laughably cheap now. I can't remember how long it was before the gig that I got the ticket but I do know that the waiting for the day of the gig was unbearable. But eventually that day arrived. Another reason it sticks in my mind is that it was the day of the FA Cup final (Arsenal beat Ipswich Town) and it was the first time I'd not sat glued to the TV from 12pm for all the build-up and the big match itself. If it had been my team, Manchester City, it might have been a different story, but I went up to Bingley Hall mid-afternoon, with a friend called Mark Butters, to join the queue and get as good a standing spot as possible. For those of you who don't know, Bingley Hall is a 10,000-plus capacity shed (a giant cowshed, really), at the County Showground just outside Stafford, and owned by the Staffordshire Agricultural Society. Before the NEC and other purpose-built venues came along, gigs at this venue (which on other occasions were filled with agricultural displays or animal pens) were a big deal, on a par with Wembley Arena and the like. Others to have played there include Abba, Black Sabbath, Genesis, Thin Lizzy, Saxon, Yes and Rush. I remember my Mum being worried sick about me going to the gig. Worried about the size of the crowd. Worried about the music volume. Worried about drugs. She was particularly worried that I was wearing a Thin Lizzy badge on my denim jacket and might get beaten up by some aggressive Queen fan who took exception to any other band. I had to persuade her that rock fans were not quite so tribal as football fans. I also remember standing fairly close to the glass-fronted doors in the queue and the physical, painful ache of anticipation. What came next is a blur - the doors finally being opened, the crush as we made our way through and our tickets were examined, the further crush by the merchandise stall (I got myself a big, square programme, which I've still got). Then I made my way into the crowd, jockeying for a position as near to the front as possible. The gig was all-standing and as showtime got closer the build-up of pressure was astonishing. I was pretty central, but there was constant swaying from left to right, if you lifted your legs you wouldn't fall, just be carried along with this sea of rock fans. Finally the wait is over (yes, I know I've changed tense, it just suits my recollections better). The lights go down. The roar of the crowd is unbelievably loud. But what comes next is even louder. As we strain to see what's going on the air is filled with a mechanical sound, the giant lighting rig (Queen's famed crown set-up) is lifting into the air in a sea of smoke. We Will Rock You explodes into the air. It's all light and smoke and noise... and suddenly there's Brian May, playing that guitar, just feet away from me. The spotlights fall on John Deacon and Roger Taylor behind his gigantic drumkit. Just one thing left now. Freddie. And he appears out of nowhere, Freddie Mercury, prancing and preening around the stage, soaking up the adulation, singing his guts out, clad in shiny black PVC. Call me innocent or naive, but back then I didn't really know about the whole gay/camp fetish thing... he just looked like the superstar he was. For the next two hours or so I am transported to a whole new place. We get the rockers (Brighton Rock, We Are The Champions, Now I'm Here, a pre-release It's Late, I'm In Love With My Car), the pop-orientated stuff (Killer Queen, Spread Your Wings, Somebody To Love, You're My Best Friend) and a superb acoustic section, featuring Love Of My Life and its amazing crowd singalong and '39, during which a string breaks on Brian May's guitar but he carries on regardless, note perfect to my ears. Oh, and we get Bohemian Rhapsody too. It's still only a couple of years old at this point, and although obviously something incredibly special is still making it's way up the ladder to immortality to stand alongside the likes of Stairway To Heaven. Anyway, it's bloody brilliant. Queen leave the stage for the opera section, enabling them to make another grand entrance in lights, smoke and pyrotechnics for the rock-out - a masterstroke! According to Kevin Ruscoe's review of this gig at the superb www.queenconcerts.com site we also got White Man and The Prophet's Song, but I have no recollection of that at all. Nonetheless it still sticks in my mind as one of the greatest gigs I have even seen over the past 28 years, and as one of the greatest events of my life. Like Kevin, I remember singing You'll Never Walk Alone at the end of God Save The Queen, a football terrace salute to a rock phenomenon. What a night!” - Ian Harvey (April 28, 2006)

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years ago

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Guardian of Creatures; AU! Queen x oc female x reader Chap. 14

*Author’s note*

Well it has been awhile since I did an update with this series but I finally took some time and finally came around to do this chapter. Now idk when I’ll do the next chapter but I hope it’ll be soon. I really don’t wanna give up on this series and I hope you all haven’t given up either. I know the Queen/BoRhap fandom’s been almost silent lately but I hope we stand strong.

Warnings: swearing, torture, abuse, animal (in this case magical creature) cruelty/abuse

Chapter 14,

Kidnapped, tortured and broken

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All you saw was pure darkness. All you could hear was the sound of your heavy breathing and you thought you could also hear the shrill of a woman’s voice. Suddenly your vision came back to you however you found out that you were forced down on your knees with your arms behind your back.

“So this is the so called human savior that my foolish nephew Crowley found eh?” you looked up and saw the familiar crazed curly hair of John’s mother Bellatrix Deacon. Seeing her up close and personal was like you were looking at a rapid animal.

Her pupils were so dilated you could barely see the brown color in them, hell if you didn’t know any better you’d say she could pass off having black eyes.

“Indeed it is.” The shadow wizard wearing glasses and had sleeked back black hair and piercing cold light blue eyes said. She scoffed. “Filthy muggles. Thinking they can learn our ways of magic! The world would be better off without ‘em!”

“Madam has such a sharp sense. Clever in every sense…..” a large fat, bald male said.

“Shut up Gollum!” she snapped at the creature. Gollum, oh yeah you remember reading about them in the Magical creatures book. They’re basically slaves to Wizards but never mistake them for weak. They may look fat and slow but they are able to lift things 50x their own weight, and can snap a person’s spine in half if they are ordered to do so by their master. The Gollum submitted and whimpered fearfully at Bellatrix’s fury. “Did you find the others?”

The man snapped his fingers and soon more shadow wizards came in, coming beside them were cocoon-like shadows. One large one stood beside you and the other looked smaller, soon enough the smaller one revealed itself to be Roger and the taller one was Thor. From Thor there was Brian and Seraffel. And from Roger there was John and Ardeth.

“Hello sweetie, you miss me?” Bellatrix said to John.

“I could say a lot of things about you and not one of them would be anything in the ties of family feeling.” She did a slight tick.

“Is that any way to speak to your mother!?”

“I think we have very different definitions of being a ‘mother’.” Her right eye twitched then she slapped John across the face, the slap actually echoing throughout the entire room.

“DAD!!” Thor and Seraffel cried out.

“You psychotic bitch! Touch him again and I’ll freeze your ass so thick that not even a blue flamed dragon will be able to thaw you!” Seraffel growled threateningly. Bellatrix then turned to Seraffel and even gave him a slap across the face.

“You do that and you and your brother will be locked somewhere where not even the crows can land their droppings on you.” She hissed into his face. “What of that snake beast that’s always with them?” she said as she stood back up and paced in front of you all.

“We’re taking care of him. In fact I gave him a special little concoction of my own design. He’ll be out of commission for a while.”

“Excellent. And what of little Serafina? Your brothers having their way with her?” she cackled softly with a sickening grin.

Jesus this woman….if you could just move your arms you’d sure would like to wipe that grin off her face. How dare she speak of Serafina like that!

“She was not with us when you sent these mages to collect us.” Ardeth spoke. Bellatrix cackled and she said.

“As if I would ever believe that, Arabic dog!” She leaned down towards Ardeth. She stood back up and walked towards the shadow wizard wearing the glasses and continued, “Now come on enough games where is she? That little wench has been clingy to my poor excuse of a son ever since they could walk. Wherever he goes, she’s sure to follow. Like a good little puppy.”

“I’m—afraid he’s not lying.” She turned to the man. Her facial expression in a stoic gawk. Her eyes wide as she let out a whisper.

“She wasn’t there?” the man shook his head. Bellatrix then began to frantically pace around the nearby fireplace which was roaring with a huge fire.

Then in a flash she raised her wand and fired a green fire blast at the fireplace which made the fire explode behind her, her hair fanning out like a deranged demon. With a flick of her wrist with her wand, a whip came out and attacked the shadow wizard standing behind John.

“How dare you—” a female shadow witch proclaimed but she was silenced when the whip wrapped around her throat. She was the flung out the window before Bellatrix attacked another male shadow wizard that stood behind you. She forced him across the room, hitting the wall.

“GO! FIND HER! FIND HER YOU MONGRELS!!!!!” she roared out in pure anger. Not even wanting to test her again, the shadow wizards disappeared all except their leader. “Corvus! Put the creatures in their cages! I want to have a little conversation with my sonny boy. Mummy to son!” She said as she went up to John and actually pulled him free from his shadow binds, pulling him right up to her face.

You as well as the others were soon being forced to walk out of the room and towards what you would assume would be the dungeons.

“Dad! No dad!” the boys called out.

“John!” you called out.

“I’ll be okay you three. I’ll be okay.” Was the last thing you heard him say to you before the last thing you saw was his mother smirking maliciously at her own son.

You were then pushed into a cage and heard it lock behind you before the shadow wizard known as Corvus walked away after sending the others into their own cages. Already you could hear Thor and Seraffel trying to bust down their cages.

“It’s no use boys.” Brian said.

“What you’re giving up already Uncle Brian! You know who our dad’s with we can’t just leave him alone with her!” Seraffel said.

“I understand your concern for your father ice dragon. But these are not ordinary cells. These have been engraved with ancient ruins. Which means we can’t use our powers and no amount of strength can break these bars.” Ardeth explained.

“So-so we’re just gonna stay locked away down here!?” Thor asked is disbelief. You wanted to agree with them but upon closer inspection you saw that what Ardeth had said was true. Ruins aligned the bars; they were small and faint but you could somehow see them carved into the iron.

You sat down with your knees to your chest and thought about John and prayed to God that he’d survive whatever torture his mother was about to do to him. You also prayed that wherever Serafina was, she’d hear him and come save him as well as the rest of you.

*3rd Person POV*

John collapsed to the ground. His whole body trembling after being hit repeatedly and mercilessly with the Crucio curse. He was then spun onto his back while his mother hovered over him with the very same knife she’d use on him as a child. He once again felt like that frightened child as she held that knife right up against his cheek, allowing him to feel the hauntingly familiar steel blade.

“That wench of yours has never once left your side and now she just pops off to Merlin knows where! You will tell me where you sent that FILTHY HALFBLOOD WENCH!!” she first started off in an icy whisper before finally screaming in his face.

“Don’t know……she went……I swear! I don’t know where she is!” John pleaded with his mother.

“Oh I don’t believe you.” Without hesitating, she held down her son’s head with her left hand and with the right, she began to carve out a word under John’s forearm. Echoing throughout the entire mansion, John’s agonizing screams pierced the air. Mixed in with his mother’s sadistic cackling it was like being in an insane asylum.

Below in the dungeons, everyone could hear the agonizing screams of John and Bellatrix’s insane cackling and demanding screams. Thor and Seraffel shook in pure anger before they decided to hit their cages as hard as they could with their bodies. Slamming against the iron bars trying to break free (even though it was pointless).

*2nd Person POV*

Hearing John’s screams just made your heart stop and your stomach drop. There was nothing you could do. It was almost too painful for you to listen to John’s screams anymore, so you closed your eyes and covered your ears but you could still hear his agonizing screams.

Goddamnit Serafina where are you!? Can’t you hear your husband’s pain? You guys are already connected so you should feel it right!?

Footsteps soon came down the corridor, through whatever light could be seen from the moonbeams that shined in the dungeons, you saw that it was the Deacon’s Gollum as well as the glasses wearing Shadow Mage known as Corvus.

“The dragons, the elf and the Nokk. You four are to come with us.”

“Oh yeah? And where’s that?” asked Roger.

“Let’s just say your presence is needed—elsewhere.”

“And just what do you mean by elsewhere?” Seraffel demanded.

“That is none of your concern dragon. Just know that if you refuse to cooperate,” that’s when you felt something beginning to squeeze your heart. Your throat clumped up and you could literally hear your heart beat ringing in your ears, “The muggle will die.”

“You sick bastards let them go!” Seraffel shouted.

“They’ve got nothing to do with this!” Thor tried to reason.

“Oh you’re right. They do have nothing to do with this, after all—they’re nothing to us. Just another, worthless, pathetic muggle born.” Corvus’ eyes turned to you.

From what you could see, his blue eyes were nothing but ice cold as the pain in your chest continued to grow and grow. Your heart racing even faster, pleading for air. You tried to speak but it was as if your voice was silenced permanently.

“Alright we’ll comply!” Brian shouted. Corvus turned to Brian’s cell. “We’ll comply with you. Just don’t hurt them.” Corvus’ lips turned up into a slight grin and just as suddenly the pain was in your chest, it was released and you let out a loud, desperate inhale of air.

You began coughing and felt something warm land on your lips, you raise your fingers to see just what it was only to see the familiar thick red substance of blood staining your fingertips.

“(Y/n), you alright?” Roger spoke to you worriedly.

“I’m—I’m okay.” Soon you heard the cell doors open and out came Thor, Seraffel, Brian and Roger. The Gollum tied up Brian’s hands with rope while Thor, Seraffel and Roger were given chains around their necks. Soon the four of them were led out like dogs on a leash until they disappeared up the stairs.

“Ardeth?” you call out.

“I’m here.”

“Do—do you think…..we’re gonna get out of this alive?” he was silent for a long moment.

“To be honest, I do not know. But we cannot allow them to break us, Shadow mages pride themselves in their arrogance. And harming others is what gives them that ego boost.”

“But what about Brian and the others?”

“I wouldn’t worry about them. All of them are clever and strong. They won’t break as easy as the Shadow mages think they will.” You hope he was right.

*Roger’s POV*

We were lead outside the manor and saw a bunch of other Shadow Mages outside, however unlike the ones that captured us, these guys had a jaguar brands on their arms.

“As promised, four new toys to try out.” Corvus stated. A female Shadow mage with silver hair and piercing honey-like eyes came up to Thor and lifted his chin up.

“The dragons and the Nokken will be most useful. The elf, maybe not so much.”

“As I’m sure you’re aware of Celina, Elves are notorious for their healing abilities. Perhaps he can be used to heal some of your clan members.” Celina smirked before releasing Thor’s chin and she said to Johnathan.

“Alright Corvus, you’ve got a deal.” She gestured one of her boys to come forward and he handed Johnathan a sack of sorts. Johnathan opened it to reveal about 200 pounds. These sick, twisted Mages, they’re selling us like cattle!

“Pleasure doing business with you Felidae.” Johnathan said with a smirk before he and the Gollum walked back towards the manor. Soon each of us were pulled by our binds and forced to walk with these mages now.

My nephews and I were the ones who tried to break free from our bonds. Chaining us up like we were no more than human dogs to them, I especially hated the feeling of being bounded by something. Minus Serafina’s magic, having being bound by something whether it’s magic or chains it’s like—being molested by an unknown force that keeps a tight hold to you and will never let go.

For days we trudged on the open country side of jolly ol England. I don’t know whether they were trying to break us this way or just tire us out, either way it was a foolish way. Once I trekked the entire land that would soon become both North and South America twice without rest. Brian’s kind, they can last several days without rest since Elves have a slower metabolism, basically they’re super human and don’t break that easy if they don’t get food or water for a few days.

And of course with Thor and Seraffel being dragons, they’ll last since Ardeth’s people supplied with a dragon sized meal for them. But I knew their bonds must have bothered them as much as it did me. For the Mages also decided to bind them by their backs, preventing them from spreading their wings once in a while.

You know how you’ll see birds shake themselves out by flapping their wings, well that keeps blood circulating through their wings and keeps them healthy. When dragons are in their human form, they have to every once in a while spread their wings out for the same reason, cause if they don’t it causes them serious back pains and can even paralyze their wings if bounded long enough.

By day 5, I could already see from the lads that their backs were starting to ache them as they would shift their shoulder blades, roll their shoulders, anything to try and ease the aching muscles in their back.

It even got to the point where Thor was so uncomfortable, he actually created a thunderstorm right over us. Not any rain but there were definitely some thunder and purple lightning flashing the sky.

“Oi Storm dragon! Yah might wanna cease this yammerin in the sky yah?!” one of the Shadow mages spoke with an Irish accent.

“He would if you would allow us to stretch our wings out you damn eejit.” Seraffel defended his little brother. The Irish shadow mage turned around and was about to punch Seraffel across the face when he was forced to stop mid-walk by none other than Celina.

“My husband paid good money for these beasts. If any of them are harmed, it’ll be your head Seanie do I make myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am.” She freed him which made him drop to the ground.

“Keep moving, I promised him we’d be back in 6 days with his prizes.” She ordered the rest of the shadow mages. They obeyed her with a ‘yes ma’am’ and forced us to continue walking.

The next morning I smelt something in the air. It smelt like—brimstone? And…..horse manure? As we came over a hill that’s when we saw it.

A fortress like structure with walls well over Thor’s dragon height, steal iron and it even had runes on them. What do I mean by runes, well I mean magical ruin, symbols that date back to the Anglo-Saxon era of man. Serafina told me that only the witch or wizard that cast them can use their magic. So even if you are the most powerful creature on earth, if you’re trapped within a rune binding, you’re basically a sitting duck.

We got closer and closer to the fortress, meeting some other Shadow mages with the same Jaguar symbol branding on their arms, and even the fortress walls bared the Jaguar shadow symbol on a flag.

One shadow mage took control over Brian’s body using his shadow sorcery, 10 men came up to handle Thor and Seraffel (five shadow mages each took care of them) while 4 handled me.

I shifted into my white horse form trying to give me some more weight for them to try and drag them down but they held my chains firm.

“Open the gates!” Celina called out and when they did, we were greeted with an awful sight.

Obviously this place was bigger than it looked. A fight ring on one side of the fortress, a corral on the other, and a stable that went all the way around the entire fortress. Dragons from fire drakes, to the peaceful Asian water dragons were kept in cages, being whipped or forced to submit to the Shadow wizards that stood at their cages.

Elves in chains forced to be slaves as they walked back and forth making weapons or potions to probably benefit Grindelwald’s followers and maybe even harm us magical creatures. I turned around and watched as the gates were sealed shut and lit up with the runes, locking the doors permanently.

“Separate them!” the Irish mage Seanie said and soon the boys were taken towards the East end of the fortress while Brian was forcefully escorted to the upper levels of the fortress to be put to work. Meanwhile I was forced to walk straight ahead, and that’s when my heart dropped.

As we walked along further into the fortress, I could hear the sound of thunderous footsteps. But they didn’t come from any dragon or giant, not these steps I knew all too well.

That was the sound of a Nokken army.

And that’s when I saw them. All of my brothers being ridden on like actual horses, all of them walking as a single unit, looking down and obeying these Shadow mages commands. My younger brothers were now slaves to these brutes.

All of them—broken.

I let out a frantic, desperate neigh as I called out to them hoping they would recognize me. That’s when a tall, skinny black stallion looked up and nickered surprisingly. Tommy, my youngest brother in the pod. Back before I left the pod to join Fred and his cause, he and his twin brother Nikki were just colts.

But now he was practically a juvenile standard of Nokken. Black stallion (contrary to popular belief, we have to earn our white coats with age and experience. We’re first born as black stallions, then slowly become brown before finally we turn white).

That’s when I saw that bumping behind him was none other than his twin brother Nikki. No just how many of my younger brothers do they have here? What did these shadow wizards’ need us for? The Shadow Mage riding on top of Tommy gave him a whip to his behind to get him back in position.

I pleaded one more time to my brothers but this time none of them even looked up at me. They just kept marching, and marching, and marching.

Rage boiled up inside me till I just lashed out and tried to make a break for it. The shadow mages that held onto me, tried to pull me back but I was a true fighter, I wasn’t gonna obey them. I bucked, kicked, reared, stomped, anything I could to intimidate them.

That’s when a Bombarda spell came down just barely a foot in front of me stopping me in my tracks. Before me was (who to me) looked like the Shadow mage in charge.

He had sleeked back dark brown hair, piercing cold blue eyes much like Johnathan Corvus did, he wore a fancy black dress suit and tight leather gloves on his hand. Around his neck was a silver broach with (you guessed it) the Jaguar family crest. I huffed at this wizard as I bared my teeth at him, flicking my tail angrily telling him I meant business.

“What seems to be the problem cousins?” he spoke in a pure, rich British tone.

“We got us a wild one this time Malcolm.” Said one of the shadow mages that held me.

“Deacon and Black’s pet Nokk cousin.” A Scottish shadow mage spoke up.

“Really?” Malcolm piped in arrogantly. He walked up towards me, took out his wand and lifted my chin with it. “We’ve broken many stubborn Nokkens in our life time. This one will be no different.” How dare he……

I then took his wand between my teeth and snapped it in half before spitting it down to his feet. For someone who takes their shadow abilities based off the animal of humans, he definitely wasn’t no jaguar. Malcolm smirked at me, picked up his wand and snapped it till it was completely in two before carelessly tossing it aside.

I stomped my front right foot as a challenge for him but he looked at me as if I were nothing but a worthless dog, all bark and no bite.

“Conduct him like the rest of his brothers.”

“Yes cousin.” Just looking into this guy’s eyes alone I was thinking—sea snake. I huffed and snarled at him, keeping my eyes on him till he left me alone with his cousins.

I was dragged towards some sort of preparation stable. They placed me between these two iron-plated gate and wrapped my chains around the poles of them.

“Alright Graham, he’s all yours.” Said another Irish shadow mage. I reared my head downwards giving him a snarl as he jumped back trying to dodge my teeth. “Be careful though, he’s a wily one.” A deep chuckle came out from a blacksmith shop nearby.

A pudgy, fat old wizard soon came out wiping his hands of the grease and grime. Thinning white hair and a little tache above his upper lip and he spoke with a thick Irish accent.

“See ‘ow wily he is once I’m through with ‘em.” He took out a pair of scissors. Oh fuck no! he came right up to my mane and was about to cut a chunk of it off, but I quickly turned and bit him in the hand. He jumped back grabbing his hand and checked it out. I huffed and gave him my best stick eye.

No one but Serafina Deacon-Black touches this mane.

“A fighter eh?” next thing I know, my head was forced down into a bagged muzzle and I could only watch as each strand of white horse hair fell down onto the ground. The fat bastard chuckled as he continued to cut my mane but then another idea came into mine.

They may have pinned my neck and head, but these mages sure as hell didn’t take my whole body into consideration. So I simply just leaned a bit to the left, pinning his hand against my body and the iron cage. The fat mage cried in pain as he tried to free his hand and fell to the ground in the process.

Once he was free, I nickered out a laugh through the bag as I looked him in the eye. He gave me his best glare as he muttered.

“Alright.”

*3rd Person POV*

After completing their marching exercise, two of Roger’s brothers that he had seen Nikki and Tommy took notice of their older brother’s games with the old fat bastard (as all the Nokks referred to Graham). Nikki nickered curiously as Tommy turned and followed his older twin’s gaze.

Due to that little stunt, the shadow mages now used a spell to paralyze Roger’s whole body so that Graham could continue his work. Now taking a small knife, he picked up Roger’s front right hoof and began cleaning out all the gunk, dirt, coral, anything that could be trapped underneath his hooves.

Now he wouldn’t know at the time, but he managed to move that leg out of Graham’s grasp and quite literally, kick him in the ass. Leaving a well deserved hoofprint on the old geezer’s trousers. Roger laughed again through his sack-like muzzle. From their spot, Nikki grinned while Tommy whinnied out a laugh, remembering just how much Roger loved to toy with wizards, especially the male ones.

A shadow witch came and bound Roger’s leg that kicked Graham with a chain this time.

“I told yah, good ol iron will always do the thing instead of relying on magic too much!”

“And I told you yah old geezer, we don’t know how his leg got free! No one is ever able to break our shadow paralyzing spell.” The younger witch snapped at him before leaving. As Graham went back to work, this time hammering a new horse shoe onto Roger’s hoof. Roger nickered softly and soon felt his back foot raise up ready to kick Graham right in the face.

“Graham watch it!” another witch called out to him but it was too late. The second he looked up, Roger’s back leg socked him in the eye sending him onto his back. Nikki and Tommy both let out whinnies of laughter at their older brother’s games which soon caught the attention of the other Nokks as well, including Roger’s twin brother Vince.

Graham grunted and rubbed his head before glaring back at Roger who glared at him. This was the last straw for Graham, playtime was over.

He had all of Roger’s legs triple chained up to ensure that he couldn’t escape this time. In his shop, Graham was pumping up the brand of the Felidae family and was going to brand Roger with that very mark on his side.

“Yah bloody wanker this ‘ill teach yah to mess with me.” He muttered. Nikki cringed out a worried nicker while Tommy lowered his head bending his ears back so that he wouldn’t hear the painful roars to come.

In Vince’s stable he lowered his head, many Nokks, including him have broken once they’ve been branded. Being water creatures, any source of heat is painful for them if it gets on their skin, and this guy brands this in blue dragon fire which makes it twice as painful and more torturous than any Nokken could ever take.

Graham came onto Roger’s right side, holding the flamed poker with the brand at the end, chuckling arrogantly. But Roger wasn’t going to go down without a fight. He wriggled and wormed his head around until finally he got free of his muzzle, his head hovering straight over Graham’s entire body.

He let out a gasp while Roger smirked at him before giving him a well-earned, hard, painful headbutt, knocking Graham out cold.

“Graham, you alright mate?” asked a shadow mage as Roger snorted at him, claiming his victory. Nikki, Tommy and Vince all whinnied out laughter at their brother’s play.

“This Nokken is unlike any of the others. He’s even managed to slip pass our spells.” Said one witch. “How is this possible?”

“I don’t know.” Said another female witch as they both stared at Roger, who raised his head up high, glaring at anyone who dared try to brand him next.

“Elizabeth, Robyn, you two rally your brothers and—tell them to take this Nokk to the stables.” Said a male shadow wizard.

“Not the stables James.” Malcolm’s voice soon spoke up. The three of them turned to face the head of the Felidae shadow clan.

“Malcolm?” James asked.

“The corral. It’s time we broke this beast.” Malcolm’s final command was. And whatever the head of the house says, the others must obey.

*Roger’s POV*

The corral huh? Break me? Heh, good luck with that. I was taken to the corral and as if I were a normal horse, they saddled me up and forcefully tried to pry my mouth open so that I was forced to feel the touch of their shadow reins.

Let me tell you it felt and tasted revolting. Try to imagine a thick stripped down rag being gagged between your teeth that felt as hard as steel itself. I gave them a fight but one of them just had to cheat and give me a good, hard shock to force my mouth open.

I reared and shook my head as I felt the first shadow mage get on top of my back. All right, you Mages think you can break me? Well come on then, let’s ride!

The second that gate opened, I bucked madly which shook the young male wizard on top of my back like a ragdoll. I made an erupt stop and he slammed right into the back of my neck making him disoriented. I quickly spun around before giving him one final buck, sending him flying into the air and landing right on his stomach in the dirt.

I gave him an arrogant huff before turning to Malcolm who only gave me a glare. Next in line.

The next rider was a slightly older male shadow mage sporting both a tache and beard. Arrogantly he thought he could last longer than the other guy, yeah right. I took him out quicker than the last one, sending him right on his arse.

Of course as I walked away he shouted a profanity at me. Calling me a ‘lousy piece of horse shit’. And like hell I was just gonna take that lying down, I charged head on at him to which he ran for his life. Barely making it out of the corral before I gave him a quick bite to his arse. From the nearby stables, I could hear some of my brothers laughing out, I turned to see it was none other than my brothers Tommy, Vince and Nikki.

I nickered to them thanking them before trotting back, my tail flicking with pride and my head held high. Once I got back to my so called ‘kennel’ I snorted out at the witch who stood in front of it, making her reel back in disgust as I got back into place, nickering arrogantly. Next!

“This one will break ‘em.” A Welsh witch spoke as a big Scots shadow mage came at me with a horsewhip in hand. Please like he’ll be any different. I threw that big lug off of me under just one second. All it took was one good leap and he went soaring through the air, even knocked another wizard who was sitting on top of the corral fence.

Even some of the witches tried to ride me but just because they were girls didn’t mean I gave it to them any easier. In fact I made sure to buck those bitches off of my back even harder, because like I’ve said before.

The only witch who I allow on this stallion’s back is Serafina Deacon-Black.

Now to really show these bastards I meant business. I charged at one end of the fence baring my teeth and stomping my hooves aggressively. I then charged towards another section of the gate, scaring the shadow mages there, even knocking some of them into a trough. Finally my eyes turned to Malcolm, I charged head on right towards him.

The mages around him backed up but he stood firm with his hands behind his back and his eyes narrowed with hate as I growled right in his face, my breath even making parts of his short hair flow freely from its sleeked back form.

I stood face to face with Malcolm panting heavily. My eyes piercing red at this point, my blood boiling and my heart racing. You have proof yet you cocky little shit? I don’t go down without a fight.

“Celina!” Malcolm called out.

“Yes Malcolm?” the woman who brought us here stood by Malcolm’s side.

“Take this Nokken down to the boiler dungeon. No food or water. 2 weeks.”

“With pleasure my darling. Plus with a little more fire power from those fire drake’s we got, the boiler room will be extra hot for this one to—cool down.” She said with a sadistic smirk.

Next thing I know I was trapped within a cell and all I could feel was hot air surrounding me. It was also strange that I could feel that my legs weren’t chained up at all, nor was my snout or neck. But still it was scorching hot in here.

I laid down in my cage, smacking my lips already starting to feel my mouth growing dry. I huffed and nickered softly.

Damnit Serafina where are you? And Freddie, what happened to him? Was he here with us or was he still at the manor with John, (Y/n) and Ardeth? And just what the hell was this place exactly? Why would the Shadow mages want all of us creatures for?

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Whiplash: Chapter 1- Playing Defense

A/N: Hey, y’all. I know the prologue didn’t get a whole lot of attention but I’ve written a substantial amount for this and I am VERY proud of how much I’ve written and what I’ve written. Also, huge shoutout to @andtheswordwentsnickersnack for beta reading this beast of a fic that I’ve been working on for WAYYYY too long LMAO...

Pairing: BoRhap!Brian May x fem!Reader

Prologue

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, awful men, sexism

You loved your family. Really, you did.

But there were times, and many times they were, that you would have been more comfortable ripping your own hair out strand-by-strand than having to sit through another session of verbal abuse.

You weren’t entirely certain what you had done, if anything, to deserve such discrimination from your grandfather, father, and brother amongst a few cousins and uncles. It was like 3 generations of men in your family had decided to use you as a verbal punching bag.

You still vividly remembered the time you had told them that you didn’t particularly appreciate how they talked to you. They laughed right in your face and told you to grow a thicker skin. That Y/l/n’s were a tougher breed than most and that if you couldn’t handle it then maybe you weren’t of their blood.

October break wasn’t any different. Your family had met up for your annual dinner together aside from Christmas.

“And what about you? When are you going to settle down, Y/n?” your grandfather quipped after shoveling a spoonful of mashed potatoes. “I want some great-grandbabies!”

Before you could even open your mouth in response your brother, James, chimed in. “I wouldn’t count on anyone banging her anytime soon.”

“Well,” you chuckled, “would you look at who’s talking?” James grumbled to himself and threw a pea at you which you successfully evaded. You turned your head to address your grandfather. “And I’m not your only grandchild. You have a grandson too, you know.”

You nodded toward your brother and your grandfather hardly even blinked at the last sentence. He either didn’t hear you or didn’t care. Proof that he used any and every opportunity to undermine you. Your grandfather scoffed and mumbled to himself gruffly.

You practically heard your father’s eye roll. “Your career is only so fulfilling.”

“Dad, I’m an astrophysicist and a damn good one, I’d like to think. If my career wasn’t fulfilling enough, I’d be seriously questioning all of the time and money I spent at university writing my thesis and graduating top 5 in my year.” You took a bite out of your roll. Why did you have to defend yourself every time you came home? It was exhausting!

“I’m just saying that you aren’t fully happy until you’ve settled down.”You rolled your eyes at your father. You didn’t have the time to focus on your love life. You barely had time to do your studies as it was. Furthermore, no man you had met seemed to like you after finding out you were an astrophysicist. Nobody seemed to click with you well.

“Why do I need more than my career to be fulfilled in life?” You asked seriously.The whole table laughed at your question. Even the kiddie table laughed but it was just hive mind reflex. You certainly did want to get married and have a family someday but you were making a point to your father. Who was he to dictate what made you happy?

“Please, Y/n,” James piped up again, “that’s what lonely people say to feel better about themselves.”

Ouch. That one stung more than you should have let it. You took a drink to keep yourself from letting a tear roll.

“Who ever said that she’s single?” Your sister spoke suddenly. You coughed and sputtered on your drink. Your neck turned to Donna so swiftly that you probably could have snapped it.

“Are you implying that my eldest daughter is dating a boy,” your mother raised her brows at you conspiratorially, “and didn’t tell me? Is it that smart, goofy boy you fancied at university for the longest time?” She couldn’t seem to keep a grin from spreading across her face.You flushed red at her question. Nobody needed to know that. Except now they did because you were, apparently, no longer single. Everybody at the table locked their eyes on you, muttering to each other. You looked at your sister in panic.

“Go on,” her voice cracked and she cleared her throat before bringing her cup to her lips. “Tell them about your boyfriend.”

Gee thanks… She had just started digging you into a hole.“Wait just a second! Let’s rewind a moment.” James questioned incredulously. “My sister, the stick in the mud astrophysicist, has a boyfriend? Why haven’t you mentioned him before?”

“It’s not relevant who I may or-” you looked at your sister pointedly; she fiddled with her fork “-may not be dating.” The fact that James wasn’t buying it was making you quite nervous. You were more offended though than anything. “Is it really so hard to believe that I’d be dating someone?”

“Yes!”

“Believe it, James” Donna insisted, pointing her fork at him. Put down your damn shovel!

“Have you banged him?” Your brother asked in the silence.

You picked up your drink and splashed him in the face. Your mother softly scolded you for your actions but you were completely unapologetic for what James more than deserved. How you shared the same DNA with such a tool was beyond you…

“That is hardly your business,” you snipped. You turned and stared down Donna. You were going to have to tell them the truth…

“Ok, that’s quite enough,” your mother stopped everything. Oh, thank the Lord. “We’re here to talk about your sister not her boyfriend.” Thank you, mother. “She’ll just have to bring him over for Christmas!”

You stood up from your chair and it scraped along the floor. What had you done…“That’s ridiculous! What if he wants us to spend time with his family for Christmas?” Why were you even going along with this? Why were you defending your hypothetical boyfriend?

“Then you can split the time between the two!”

“What if he doesn’t want to meet you guys yet?” You suggested. This hole is getting awfully big, Y/n. “Meeting parents is a big deal!” The statement came out as more of a question than a defense. You were honestly hoping for one, just one, objection to stick. “I don’t want to scare him off.”

“Who wouldn’t want to meet us?” Your mother asked. You resisted the urge to answer the question.

“Well, what if we’re not even together anymore by that time?”

“Wow, you really can’t hold onto a man for that long, Y/n? It seems to me like you would have been making this whole thing up if you are ‘broken up’ by then.” James finished wiping his face with a napkin after his encounter with your drink. You locked eyes with him. He was onto you.

“I’m not making this up,” you lied. Apparently you hadn’t put down your shovel yet either.“Then bring him home for Christmas,” James challenged. “Otherwise we’ll know it's a lie.”

Your family was on the edge of their seats and, for the time being, the logistics of the challenge didn’t matter. You were fed up with your brother constantly tearing you down. You were tired of your father not being pleased with anything you did. And you were exhausted by your grandfather’s insistence that you were nothing more than a source for great-grandkids. You got no respect at work and you certainly didn’t get any damn respect at home.

And so you did it. You extended your arm toward your stupid brother’s stupid hand and grasped it firmly with a shake.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, brother dearest.”

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Eventually the extended family left and you went to your sister’s bedroom since you were sharing the room and the bed for break.

“Why in the bloody hell would you do something like that?!” You lowered your voice so that your family, more specifically James, wouldn’t hear you. Your sister sat on the bed cross-legged, fiddling with the ends of her hair.

“I’m sorry!” Donna yelled. You shushed her as you brushed your hair. “I couldn’t just watch. James crossed a line with that comment. I just wanted to wipe that stupid smile off of his dumb face.”

“Watch your language, why don’t you?” You teased. She rolled her eyes at you. “But I was fine, honestly. I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be!” You hissed at Donna to be quiet again. “It was nice for them to shut up for a few moments and see you as a normal human being.”

Your heart was warm but you were in a state of complete panic. “That’s such a sweet sentiment in such a terrible circumstance!” You dug your fingers into your temples and threw yourself onto the bed. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just go up to a guy and say ‘I need you to be my fake boyfriend because my sister dug me into a bloody hole’! You know I can barely get guys to talk to me on a casual basis!” Your voice dropped in volume, no louder than a whisper. “What makes you think that I can get one to play my boyfriend?” You let out a frustrated sigh.

“I honestly did not foresee the consequences of my actions and I am very sorry.”

“Do you think?” You growled to yourself. “Bloody hell… what am I going to do?”

Your sister scratched the back of her neck. “I mean, you have time… It is only October…”

“But I’m going to have to find someone eventually… if I find one.” You gnawed on a fingernail.

“You’ll be fine!” Donna breathed. She curled herself into the blankets next to you. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Yeah…,” you inhaled deeply, “and I’ve got time…”

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laminy · 4 years ago

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i was tagged.

I was tagged by @guiltypleasurefandomface

1. Why did you choose your url?

I think I joined AO3 before I started this blog, and I’d already signed up there with laminy so I figured I should keep it the same just for continuity.

2. Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

Sure. This is my sideblog, lol. If anybody wants to know my main, they’re free to ask. I started it because I didn’t want to post fanfiction on my main.

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

Ten years.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Heck no, no queue here. I wake up, reblog a bunch of things at once, and my followers just have to deal with that lol.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I started my main...I have no idea why. I just like the content on here! None of my friends were on tumblr, I guess I just wanted to look at pretty pictures. And again, I started this blog for fanfic purposes.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because most of the stuff I write involves the BoRhap boys in some way and I liked that photo because it was all four of them together, as themselves, looking cute.

7. Why did you choose your header?

Same as above, lol.

8. What's your post with the most notes?

On this blog, that would very much be the one where I posted my completed Queen / The Miracle cross-stitch. People liked it! Which I appreciated it.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I have no idea. There are people that follow both my blogs, some follow only one, there are people I follow who I think are following me but they aren’t...

10. How many followers do you have?

I honestly never bother to look.

11. How many people do you follow?

I don’t know, probably some.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

I don’t think so?

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

It’s one of the first apps I check in the morning and one of the last ones I check at night, and then I’m on it quite a bit during the day to message people.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

I’ve gotten some nasty anons on here, but as for a fight, I don’t think so. As for who won, I don’t care. Most people I just block and never interact with them.

15. How do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

I almost never reblog them. If somebody says to me “if you don’t reblog this, you’re a piece of shit” then I guess I’m a piece of shit.

16. Do you like tag games?

Most of the time, sure! I think they can be fun. I never tag people though because I don’t want to pressure the ones I tag, or make the ones I don’t tag feel left out.

17. Do you like ask games?

I do! I like asking and I like answering.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

I feel like I’m in too small of a bubble to know who is or isn’t tumblr famous so I’ll just say y’all are great.

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

No. Y’all have been friend-zoned. But you’re still awesome.

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years ago

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The Most Dramatic Season Ever - The Men Tell All

Summary: It’s your time now! You are ABC’s new Bachelorette and this is your journey! All these men (including our fav BoRhap boys and then some) are competing for your heart! Will you find love? Will you get engaged at the end? Or will you end up heartbroken? Find out, on the most dramatic season ever!

Word Count: 7.2k

Tag List: @psychosupernatural, @someone-get-a-medic, @bensrhapsody, @deakyclicks, @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @minigranger, @crazyweirdocalledfriday, @the-moving-finger-writes, @assembledherethevolunteers, @rose-writes-prose, @queenlover05, @moon-stars-soul, @danadeacon, @deacyblues, @thesundrop, @cupidben, @lostlittlenerd, @delilahmay39, @timmvrphy, @queenmylovely, @loveandbeloved29, @free-pool-trash, @fairestkillerqueenofall, @local-troubled-writer, @percussion-chick, @littlecarowrites, @allthethingsicant, @im-an-adult-ish, @mirkwoodshewolf, @squishy-gay-astronaut, @sherlollydramoine, @butlegendsneverdie, @dogmom2014, @rocketrhap917, @26-7-49, @lelifesaver, @frozenhuntress67, @drowsebaby, @mrhoemazzello, @lookuptotheskiesandsee If you’d like to be added, let me know!

A/N: Alright, it’s the Men Tell All! Don’t worry, you’ll find out what happens with Y/N and Gwil before we get into the drama ;) ALSO thank you all for the love and support since I lost my grandfather. Today, I was at work and had lots of time to write, so I was able to finish up this chapter for you. You’re all so sweet about this story, and to me in general, and I appreciate it so much :)

Warning(s): Mentions of racism, mentions of bullying

Night 1 Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Week 5 Week 6 Week 7

The Men Tell All let’s go!!!

Chris: Hi. I’m Chris Harrison, and welcome to The Men Tell All. A live show where we revisit the most talked about guys on TV for the past few weeks. But before we get into all that, last week, we left off with our Bachelorette Y/N and her final three men in New Zealand. Y/N told not one, not two, but all three men that she is in love with them. An unprecedented move for a Bachelorette. She had two magical nights of romance with Ben and with Joe, who have both said they are in love with her as well. But when confronted about his feelings, Gwilym confessed to Y/N that he’s not ready to say ‘I love you’, and he won’t be unless he’s the one down on one knee at the end of this journey. Y/N told him she needs to know if he’s in love before she could accept a proposal from him. But - will they even get that far? Find out what happens next, right now.

The studio audience applauded and watched the screen.

***

“I dunno, Y/N. I just don’t know.”

You sighed heavily and looked at Gwilym’s troubled face.

“Well, I know where I am,” you said. “This is the first time we haven’t been on the same page.”

“You know how tough this is,” he said. “Being on this side of it. Having to wonder.”

“You don’t have to wonder!” you argued. “I just told you that I love you! How can I make it any more clear how I feel about you?”

“But you’ve also said your heart is with the other two,” he protested. “How can you love me properly if….” he trailed off. “If you love them too?”

“You don’t think it’s possible for me to love more than one person?” you questioned.

“No,” he said. “Not truly.”

You felt like walls were closing in around your heart. Walls to keep this hurt out. To keep Gwilym out because you felt like he was destroying you.

“Excuse me,” you said, taking your hand away from him. “I need a minute.”

You got up, shoving your chair back, and walked away from the table. Your feet led you outside onto the patio. The salty breeze and the sound of the water didn’t calm you down at all. Tears stung your eyes, and you blinked, letting them fall freely down your cheeks.

“I don’t know what to do,” you sobbed to your producer. “I can’t let him go, but I can’t go to the fantasy suite either, not like this.”

You took a deep breath and tried to gather yourself.

“But if he doubts that my feelings are genuine, then maybe we…” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “Maybe we aren’t right for each other.”

Back at the table, Gwilym was trying - and failing - to hold in his emotions. A single tear slid down his cheek, which he wiped swiftly away as he drew a deep breath in.

“How are you feeling?” asked his producer. “What’s going through your mind right now?”

“I dunno, I feel sort of numb,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt her, but I’ve got to protect my heart too, right?”

“What do you want from Y/N?” she asked.

“I want her to be patient,” he said. “I need time to get where she is, but I know I can get there.”

“Maybe you should tell her that.”

Without another word, Gwilym got to his feet and followed you out to the patio. He found you, looking out at the shore, arms folded across your chest. He saw your face, and the mascara that was smeared under your eyes.

“Y/N,” he said. “Please. I just need time.”

“We don’t have any,” you replied, turning to face him. “If you’re going to propose to me next week, I need to know that you’re in love with me. And if you’re not, then...then that’s it.”

“This can’t be it,” he said, voice cracking. “This can’t be how this ends.”

“It has to be,” you said. “We need the exact opposite things from each other right now. Neither of us are able to give them. I can’t stand here and tell you that you’re it and this is over. And I don’t have the time to wait for you to catch up to me. I don’t see what else we can do.”

“We can try,” he said. “We can try to make it work.”

“How?” you countered, throwing your hands up with exasperation. “How can we reconcile this?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But the night is not over. We can talk it out.”

You shook your head. “I just don’t see a solution, Gwil. You need something I can’t give. And I need something you can’t give.”

“Well, if I told you now that I’m in love with you, you wouldn’t believe me,” he said. “You’re much too clever for that.”

“Because you told me that you’re not,” you said. “It would seem like you were just telling me what I need to hear in order to stay. And you’re much too kind for that.”

A long moment passed as you looked at each other. The air around you was charged with the tension. The impending goodbye.

“That’s it, then,” he said.

“Yeah,” you said. “That’s it.”

He reached out and pulled you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest, letting yourself feel his embrace for the last time. You couldn’t say how long you stood there. The moment seemed suspended outside of real time. You and Gwilym were just existing together. Soaking up what you could before you parted ways.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry it’s ending like this.”

“I’m sorry too,” you replied. “But...it is ending.”

You pulled away, unsure where your strength was coming from.

“Can I walk you out?”

“Sure,” he agreed.

He took your hand, and you walked back through the restaurant and out the front door. The walkway led to the street. A car was already pulling up. You stopped at the end of the path and looked up at his face.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

You nodded. “I’m sure.”

He sighed. “I’m going to miss you.”

You held his gaze steadily. “I know.”

He cupped your cheek in his hand, his expression softening. Then he pulled you toward him and kissed your forehead.

“Goodbye, Gwilym,” you said.

“Goodbye,” he returned.

You stepped away from him. Your eyes were trained on his back as he opened the door, slid into the seat, and closed it again. You watched as the car disappeared down the road. Your bottom lip began to tremble and you buried your face in your hands. Then you let out a sob.

In the car, Gwilym was also in tears. They streamed slowly down his face, and he wiped them away with the back of his hand.

“It’s terrible,” he choked out. “My heart is just...broken. I can’t believe this is happening, but at the same time, I’m just...I dunno. I’m going to miss her. I wish so much that I could give her what she wants. But...I can’t. So, I wish her the best. Truly I do.”

You went to bed that night, still crying. You wondered if you could survive this kind of heartbreak. You debated telling production you changed your mind and you wanted Gwilym back. But you decided against it. What would bringing him back do? You would only circle around to the same argument. But still, it absolutely broke your heart to say goodbye.

The next day, you had a rose ceremony. It was in the afternoon, on the beach close to where you’d had your last date with Gwilym.

Joe arrived first and took his place on the little stage that production had set up for you all to have the rose ceremony on. The table was already out, the two roses on a tray, fluttering in the wind. Joe looked at them, hoping he would be receiving one.

Ben arrived shortly after. He smiled at Joe and they shook hands before Ben took his place on Joe’s right. He looked at the roses and then at his friend.

“Where’s Gwilym?” he wondered.

Joe shrugged. “No idea.”

When they looked out and saw you approaching, looking beautiful in a green silk gown, they grew especially worried. Chris Harrison helped you onto the platform and you looked at your final two men.

“Hi,” you said meekly. Your voice was hoarse from crying. “As you can see, Gwilym’s not here. Unfortunately, we had to say goodbye last night.” You choked up just saying it out loud. “I don’t want to dwell on it, so, uh...let’s get started.”

You picked up the first rose. You saw that both Ben and Joe had visibly relaxed at the announcement. This was the one rose ceremony where they truly didn’t have to worry.

“Joe,” you said.

He stepped to you.

“Joe, will you accept this rose?”

“I will,” he assured you.

You pinned it on. He kissed your cheek before taking his place again. You picked up the second rose.

“Ben,” you said.

Ben strode over.

“Ben, will you accept this rose?”

“Always.”

You pinned it to him. He started to walk away, but you grabbed his hand. He stopped, turned toward you, and gave you a questioning look. You reached your free hand toward Joe, who stepped forward and took it.

You looked at them.

“This is it,” you said. “The last rose ceremony. I want to thank you both for going through all of this with me. I’m so happy to be your Bachelorette.”

A tear leaked out and rolled down your cheek. Joe wiped it with his thumb. Then, both men wrapped their arms around you. Sandwiched between them, you smiled at last. Hope was not lost.

***

“Welcome back to the Men Tell All!” Chris said with a clap.

The audience was still recovering from watching what they had.

“We just watched Y/N say perhaps the most heartbreaking goodbye of her season,” Chris continued. “I’m here now with all the guys, and we’re going to talk about all the drama, including what we just saw. But first, let me introduce the men!”

He went through each of the guys sitting up on the platform, introducing them one by one. They went in order of elimination, so the further he went, the more cheers they got from the audience. Luke got a lot of boos. Then, when he got to Taron, Allen, Richard, and Rami, the crowd was booming. Gwilym was the last one to be introduced, and he laughed as people screamed for him.

“Well,” Chris chuckled as it all died down. “We can see who the most popular guy is.”

They cheered some more and Gwilym offered a small wave.

“Gwilym, I do want to start things off with you,” Chris said. “Come join me in the hot seat.”

Gwilym stood up, amongst more cheers, and joined Chris on the stage, taking a seat on the two-seater couch across from Chris’s one-person couch.

“What was it like, watching that back?” Chris asked.

“Ahem,” Gwilym cleared his throat. “It was difficult. Extremely difficult. I knew how I felt about Y/N and I knew I could get where she needed me to be, but we just didn’t have the time.”

“Do you regret not telling her that you love her?” Chris pressed.

“I don’t actually,” Gwilym said. “You know, I was being honest. I’d never tell her that if it wasn’t true, and at the time, it wasn’t.”

“At the time?”

Gwilym laughed uncomfortably. “Okay, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t realize it later on or anything. As much as it hurt me, I realized that I’d told the truth, and so had she. So she made the right decision. Even if she’d kept me around for the night, I think she would have sent me home at the rose ceremony.”

“So, you feel like you were going home no matter what?” Chris asked.

“Yeah, I do.”

“You don’t think you could have changed her mind?”

“No, nor could she have changed mine,” Gwil said. “We were at different places in the journey, and - devastating as it was at the time - we had to part ways. I’m grateful for knowing her.”

“You know, she’s here,” Chris said. “She’ll be coming out in a little bit. Have you two spoken since filming ended?”

Gwilym shook his head. “We haven’t.”

“Are you ready to face her?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Gwilym said. “She’s not coming out now, is she?”

“Not yet,” Chris said with a chuckle. “But I’ll definitely give you two the opportunity to talk when she does.”

He turned to the camera.

“We’ll be back in a little bit to talk to the rest of the guys and air out some of the drama of the season,” he said. “Y/N will be here to confront the men she rejected. Gwilym, thanks for sharing, man.”

They shook hands as the show went to commercial. When they were clear, Gwilym went back to his seat. A few minutes passed before they started again.

“Welcome back to The Bachelorette: the Men Tell All,” Chris said. “I’m here with our live studio audience and the men from Y/N’s dramatic journey as the Bachelorette. She’ll be out here pretty soon to face the men whose hearts she broke. But first, we’re going to discuss some of the most dramatic parts of the season.”

He turned to the men.

“Lee, let’s start with you,” he said. “Night one, and you had already caused a stir. Take us back to that night, and what was going through your mind.”

Lee took a deep breath.

“I wanna start by saying I’m not racist, okay?” he began. “The pressure was getting to me, I’d had a few drinks, and I said something I didn’t mean.”

“Dude,” said Mike rolling his eyes. “If you have to tell everybody that you’re not racist, it means you’re definitely racist.”

“Yeah, and what do you mean the pressure?” Eric chimed in. “It was night one!”

“You called a man of color a diversity rose,” Kenny reminded him. “To refer to one of us as something token is super racist, and the fact that you can’t take responsibility and just apologize shows that you still don’t see why it’s wrong.”

Lee opened his mouth to respond, but Chris held up a hand to stop him.

“Rami,” Chris said. “You were sort of at the center of all this, I wanna get your two cents.”

“Well,” Rami began. “It’s funny you say I was at the center of all of it, when at the time I really had no idea what was going on. I didn’t know until Y/N came in and yelled at him.”

“What were you feeling when you heard the term ‘diversity rose’?” Chris asked.

“I mean…it didn’t exactly shock me,” Rami said. “Guys like me and the other men of color - Mike, Eric, Kenny, and John - we’ve all heard much worse. He didn’t use a slur or anything, so at first I told myself it was dramatic to be upset about it. But then we all got to talking about it, and I realized that it’s okay to be upset about microaggressions too. And that’s what it was.”

“A microaggression?” Chris questioned.

“Yeah,” Rami said. “Because it wasn’t overt, he didn’t think it was racist. But it shows a divisive mentality at best and a racist one at worst.”

“Very eloquently said,” Chris remarked. “Lee, anything else you want to say?”

“Rami, I’m sorry,” Lee said. “I’m sorry to all of you. I know ignorance isn’t an excuse...but, I messed up. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted, man,” Rami said. He turned in his seat and extended his hand. Lee shook it.

“Look, man, if ignorance is the problem, you have to listen when you’re told you’re wrong,” Mike said. “Educate yourself. I’ve got no problem with people who don’t know any better. But I’ve got a big problem with people who don’t want to know better.”

“I understand,” Lee said. “I’ll definitely do that going forward.”

“Glad to hear it,” Mike said, shaking his hand as well.

“Well, I’m glad to see this talked out civilly,” Chris said. “Not that we’re looking to solve big issues like this on our show, but I’m happy to start a discussion.”

He took the show to commercial once again. When they came back, Chris started fresh.

“Welcome back to The Bachelorette: the Men Tell All,” he said again. “We just spoke with Lee and Rami about Lee’s sudden elimination night one. Now, I want to talk to the man who was the top trending topic on Twitter for three weeks straight. Luke.”

He looked at Luke, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Luke, why don’t you join me up here?” Chris said.

Luke, among some heckling from the crowd, got up, and took the seat Gwilym had occupied minutes ago. He straightened his jacket and then sat back.

“Welcome,” Chris said. “Before I let the other men address their issues with you, I want to give you a chance to defend yourself. But first, let’s take a look at your journey on The Bachelorette.”

Chris gestured toward the big screen, and all eyes fixed on it. The whole studio watched Luke’s emerging from the limo and meeting you for the first time. Then it was a highlight reel of the crazy things he said throughout. His arguments with you, his disagreements with the other men - especially pertaining the naked bungee jumping - right up until his elimination and sudden return at the rose ceremony. When the screen faded to black, Chris looked at Luke.

“Okay,” Chris said. “Thoughts?”

“I mean, I could have handled things a lot better,” Luke said. “But I was being genuine. I really believed myself to be on a mission to save Y/N’s soul. That it was my duty to love her and protect her.”

“You really felt like you were there to convert her to your faith?” Chris questioned.

“I think so,” Luke said. “I definitely could have gone about it in a more subtle way, but that’s just not who I am.”

“What was your goal when you showed back up at the rose ceremony?” Chris asked. “After she’d already sent you home. What did you hope to accomplish?”

“I wanted to propose to her,” Luke said. “I had a ring, actually, in my pocket.”

A shocked gasp went through the crowd. Chris blinked.

“You were going to propose?” he repeated. “Even though you knew she felt differently than you?”

“When God puts something on my heart, I chase it with everything I have, no matter the obstacles,” Luke said. “That’s how I saw it.”

“Okay, I’m gonna open the floor to the other guys now,” Chris said. “Who would like to start?”

“I’d like to,” Allen piped up. “I felt like we didn’t have a problem before, and then during the football game, you became so aggressive. My question for you, Luke, is - did I do something to offend you?”

“No,” Luke said, shaking his head. “I actually really regret that game. It’s probably my biggest regret of the show. I got really competitive, and I felt isolated from the other guys, and I think I just took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

“Alright then,” Allen said, surprised. “Apology accepted.”

“Hold on,” Taron interjected. “It’s all well and good that you’ve apologized to Allen, but I don’t think it’s fair to place blame on us for any of your actions. You alienated yourself, Luke.”

“How could I have alienated myself?” Luke challenged.

“When this all started, we tried to include you,” Taron said. “We tried being nice. But everything turned into something to evangelize us, and that’s exhausting to put up with. Then, you lied about Joe and Ben saying they weren’t there for the right reasons. How could you expect us to warm up to you when we saw you would blatantly lie to get ahead?”

“Look, I didn’t make it up,” Luke said. “I know what I heard and -”

“Luke, I’m gonna stop you right there,” Chris said. “The producers and interns looked through hours and hours of footage and audio - you guys are mic’d up all the time - and no one heard any conversation like what you described to Y/N. Not between Ben and Joe or any of the other men.”

“You sure you didn’t hallucinate it?” Richard said. “You f***ing psycho?”

“Hey!” Luke cried indignantly.

“Or were you just trying to get those two eliminated?” Taron added. “Because look how well that turned out.”

The audience laughed.

“All I can really say is,” Luke went on. “God told me everything I needed to do throughout this journey.”

“God spoke to you?” Chris questioned.

“Yeah,” Luke said.

Gwilym snorted in his chair and the two on stage looked at him.

“I’m sorry, that’s just ridiculous,” he said. “God spoke to you? Come on, Luke. It’s one thing to be sexist and a liar, but are you actually now claiming to be a prophet?”

“What does God’s voice sound like?” Rami chimed in.

The rest of the men snickered and then Chris interjected.

“Before we get carried away with this, Gwilym brought up a big point,” he said. “Sexism. Luke, did you feel like your attitude toward Y/N was sexist?”

“No, not at all,” Luke answered. “With the whole bungee jumping thing, I was just asking her to be respectful. Y’know, be considerate of the other men and how they might feel about someone else seeing her naked.”

“Now, I know Joe isn’t here to defend himself,” Chris said. “But he said to you that he didn’t really see anything. Do you think that matters?”

“No,” Luke said. “She still willingly took her clothes off for a man who isn’t her husband.”

“Luke, that’s nonsense,” Taron said. “Very few people wait for marriage anymore - yourself included - and yet you judged her for something that was actually pretty innocent.”

“Her past wouldn’t matter if she chose to wait from here on out,” Luke said. “And I wasn’t judging her. Like I’ve been saying, I just wanted her to be respectful.”

“But she couldn’t take it back once she’d done it,” Allen said. “What was the point in getting upset?”

“Weren’t any of you guys upset?” Chris wondered, addressing the group. “Did it bother you that she’d had this experience with Joe?”

They looked around and saw each of them shaking their heads.

“None of us cared that much,” said John Paul Jones. “We all just kinda wished it was us on that date, y’know?”

They all chuckled in agreement.

“Luke’s reaction was about controlling Y/N,” Rami said. “To claim her respect for him is based on what she does with her own body is sexism.”

“You guys are ridiculous,” Luke said, shaking his head. “It really wouldn’t bother you to know your wife was naked with another man?”

The guys exchanged confused and annoyed glances.

“Okay, let’s answer this totally different question,” Richard said. “Of course it’d be different if she was already with one of us. But she wasn’t. She’s the Bachelorette. She’s no one’s wife at that point.”

“But if her goal is to be a wife, she should act like one,” Luke argued.

“I don’t think we’ll ever get through to you how wrong you are for that attitude,” Gwilym said. “Arguing with you is pointless because you’re so rooted in the argument itself, you don’t even care if you’re right or wrong, you just want to be opposite of us. And honestly, watching the season back was frustrating. You constantly tried to bring Y/N to a faith she doesn’t believe in. You belittled her when you got upset, and when she called you out, you relied on gaslighting her and lying to her. You don’t know anything about forming a relationship because you’re so narrow minded, and relationships take compromise. If you can’t open yourself up to different people, then you are never going to be happy, Luke.”

The audience went wild at this speech, clapping, cheering, and whistling their approval. Luke shifted in his seat.

“Is there anything else you’d like to say?” Chris wondered.

“There’s not,” Luke said.

Without waiting for Chris, he got up and returned to his seat amongst the men. A beat of silence passed, then Chris looked into the camera.

“We’ll be right back to talk to more of the men from Y/N’s season right after this,” he said.

The show went to commercial. During that time, Chris had Richard and Allen come up to the stage and sit on the couch. As he welcomed the audience back, he re-introduced them.

“I’m here now with Richard and Allen, who I wanted to talk to together because you two had an interesting week in Ireland,” he said. “Y/N said that you were both not far enough along to go to hometowns. Let’s take a look at your journeys with her.”

He indicated the big screen, and everyone watched as they cut between Allen and Richard’s introductions to you, their dates, the romantic moments, and then finally the goodbyes on the same day back in Ireland. Both men smiled fondly at the memories.

“So, I can see you’re both happy,” Chris said. “Tell me what’s going through your minds.”

“I dunno,” Allen began. “I had a wonderful time getting to know Y/N. I don’t regret it at all.”

“Richard?” Chris offered.

“I’m the same,” Richard agreed. “Things ended the way they did, and I’m alright with it. No regrets here either.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Chris said. “You two were pretty strong contenders at the beginning. Many even felt you were ahead of the two remaining men at times. What happened, do you think?”

“I don’t think anything in particular went wrong,” Richard said. “The relationship was solid, but we weren’t progressing at the right rate to feel like a commitment was the right choice.”

“That’s true,” said Allen. “I think in Richard’s case, she realized it before he did, and in my case, I realized it before she did.”

“Well, you’ve both been joys to watch all season and you’re Bachelor nation favorites,” Chris said, which the audience agreed with loudly. “So, if you’re open to it, I’d like to invite both of you to Mexico for Bachelor in Paradise.”

Bachelor in Paradise was the show where the men from previous seasons of the Bachelorette and the women from previous seasons of the Bachelor went to meet each other and try to make connections.

The audience cheered wildly as Allen and Richard looked at each other and laughed. The other men were also encouraging them to do it.

“I’m always down to take a shot at love,” Allen said. “I’ll go.”

“I’ll go as well,” Richard added. “I don’t have anything to lose, y’know?”

Chris beamed. “That’s great news for the women who have already signed up.”

He let them return to their seats, and then invited Rami up to the couch. Rami was met with applause from the crowd as he made his way to the couch.

“So, Rami you were a fan favorite who made it all the way to hometowns with Y/N,” he said. “Before we get your side of things, let’s take a look back at your love story.”

Everyone looked at the screen again. Rami had a small smile on his face as he watched himself get out of the limo and approach you for the first time. How he spoke Arabic to you. Then all the dates he went on, the moments he got you during a cocktail party, and his one on one date in Ireland. Then, they showed the hometown date, the things that Jasmine had said, and the breakup afterward. Rami’s smile faltered. The screen went dark.

“So, tell me what it’s like, watching that back,” Chris said.

“Like Gwil said, it’s difficult,” Rami replied. “I felt like I really had fallen in love with her, and to have her say goodbye after that was just...painful.”

“Do you think the problems your sister brought up were there or do you think she got in Y/N’s head?” Chris asked.

“Honestly, when I watched the episode, I realized that Jasmine was right,” Rami admitted. “I don’t think she necessarily got in Y/N’s head, I think she just brought things to light that we had been kind of sweeping under the rug and not really dealing with. I’m not angry at my sister - though I was for a little while - and I know that it worked out for the best.”

“How have you been doing since the breakup?” Chris wondered.

“I’ve been okay,” Rami said. “I’ve been working and spending time with family and focusing on what I want.”

“Are you still in love with Y/N?” Chris pressed.

“No,” said Rami, shaking his head. “I’ll always have love for her, but it’s safe to say I’ve moved on.”

“Are you still looking for love?”

Rami paused a moment before answering. “I’m not not looking for it. If it comes, I’ll be happy, but I know now I’m not quite ready to get engaged or married.”

“So, I can’t interest you in Bachelor in Paradise?”

Rami laughed. “No, I’m afraid not. Even if I wanted to, I actually just accepted a lead role in a movie and we’ll be shooting at the same time Paradise is filming.”

“Hey, congratulations!” Chris cried, as the audience erupted with cheers and the other men whooped from the platform across the stage.

“Thank you!” Rami called over the din before it died down. “I can’t say much about it right now, but more information will be released later on. I’m really excited.”

“We’re all happy for you, man,” Chris said, shaking Rami’s hand. “That’s awesome.”

He allowed Rami to return to his seat. Then Chris looked at the camera.

“We’ll be back with Y/N right after this,” he said.

The show went to commercial for a few minutes. A few of the men shifted in their seats. The anxiety of seeing you after weeks apart was making them fidgety. Most of them were fine, but the ones who had made it as far as Ireland were more uncomfortable.

Chris took a hurried sip of water before bringing the show back.

“Welcome back once again to the Men Tell All,” he said. “I’ve got the guys of Y/N’s dramatic season here with me, and now, she’s about to face them all for the first time since their incredible journey. So, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Y/N!”

The whole studio went wild. You started toward the stage, legs a little shaky with nerves. You beamed and waved at the crowd to try and cover up how anxious you were. You walked up to Chris first, hugged him tightly, and then smoothed your dress out before taking a seat on the couch. The noise quieted and you took a deep breath.

“How are you feeling?” Chris asked.

“Nervous,” you said. “I’ve never been in a room with so many exes before.”

Laughter filled the room and you turned toward the men, looking at their faces for the first time in months.

“Hi, guys,” you said with a little wave.

Most of them returned with one.

“So, we started the show witnessing your breakup with Gwilym,” Chris began. “Can you tell us what that was like for you?”

You rubbed your hands along your thighs, looking down at your lap.

“Oh, yeah, that was…” you trailed off. “That was a tough one. Watching it backstage just brought all those feelings back up and I’m not gonna lie, I got a little emotional.”

“Why emotional?” Chris wondered.

“Because that moment was so...raw,” you said. “I wanted so badly for that night to go differently and for us to move forward. I remember lying in bed after sending him home and I literally cried my false lashes off. I went back and forth for hours wondering if I’d made a mistake. I don’t think I slept at all. It had just….completely destroyed me.”

“Do you still question that decision?” Chris pressed.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “Watching it back reminded me that it was the right call. I don’t think I would handle it any differently if I had to do it all again.”

“Well, I’d like to invite Gwilym up so you guys can talk,” Chris said. “You ready?”

“Yeah, of course,” you assured him with a nod.

Chris looked over at the men. “Gwilym, come on over.”

Gwilym got up, straightening his jacket, and walked over. You had gotten to your feet as well. You smiled widely at him as he got closer, and then opened your arms for a hug. He gladly accepted. You took a moment to enjoy the feeling of him once again, and then you sat down together on the couch.

“It’s wonderful to see you,” he said.

“You too,” you returned earnestly.

“I can’t tell you what a relief it is to hear that you don’t question your decision,” he said. “Because I don’t either. I think if we’d gone forward, there would have been more trouble and just...disappointed hopes.”

“I agree,” you said. “As painful as our goodbye was, it had to happen.”

“And you should know, I was equally destroyed by it,” he told you. “It broke my heart, and I’ve missed you terribly.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you returned. “As I’ve been watching the season, I was remembering all the moments where I thought, ‘okay, I think I love this guy’ and it was a bit painful, but I just hope you’re happy.”

“I am happy,” Gwilym said. “I know you can’t tell us how your season ends, but I hope you’re at least that.”

You beamed. “I’m very happy.”

“That’s great, cariad.”

Your smile grew impossibly wider at the old endearment. He grinned back.

“So, how are you two feeling about each other?” Chris asked.

“Similar to what Rami said, I think I’ll always have love for her,” Gwilym said. “But things feel...friendlier now.”

“I agree,” you said. “I will definitely always care about him, but in a way that’s platonic. Like, I know we’re always rooting for the best for each other.”

“Exactly,” said Gwilym.

“I’m glad you two got some closure here,” Chris said. “Gwilym, you can head back to your seat, and I’m gonna open it up to the other guys. Anything you all need to say to Y/N?”

Gwilym squeezed your hand and returned to his chair, and you looked over at the men. They took a moment, but then Rami spoke up.

“I just wanna say, I’m sorry that things turned out the way they did between us, but I’m grateful for your choice,” he said. “Looking back, my sister was right, and I think we might not have stayed together if we had gotten engaged.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” you agreed. “I’m glad we’re on the same page there.”

“There is something I wanted to ask about you two,” Chris chimed in. “When you were breaking up with Rami, you told him you loved him. Was that to say you were in love with him?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure,” you answered. “I had fallen into something very deep with you, Rami, and I’m sorry if saying that confused you at all. I just knew that my heart was hurting so bad to say goodbye, and I didn’t know any other words to convey how much you meant to me.”

“I kinda guessed that,” Rami said. “I thought about it for a little while, but let it go.”

“Thank you for understanding,” you returned. “And hey, congratulations on the movie!”

“Thank you!”

“Now, I wanna talk to you, Y/N, about the most controversial part of your season,” Chris said. “And that was your fight with Luke about the bungee jumping. Tell us about what you’ve experienced regarding that.”

“Yeah, um,” you began, but you started to choke up. “Well, turns out more people think like Luke than I thought. Since that episode aired, social media has been kind of a nightmare. The night of the episode, I got so many Tweets and DMs calling me a slut, saying I was behaving shamefully, and that I was the most disrespectful Bachelorette ever. And those were the most tame comments I got. I was also called a selfish bitch, stupid whore, and a lot of other words that I can’t say on TV.”

You wiped away a tear that had fallen down your cheek.

“I can see you’re getting emotional,” Chris said. “What is it about these people that makes you so upset?”

“It’s the injustice of it,” you said. “Like, no one tweeted at Joe and called him a slut even though he did the exact same thing I did! Not that they should say that to him, but - y’know - it’s - it’s -”

“It’s the double standard,” Chris finished.

“Exactly!” you cried. “Yeah, it was fine for Joe to expose himself to a woman who isn’t his wife, but for me - a woman - I was suddenly a slut. It was driving me crazy, because people still like, gave him so much love and support when Luke came for him, but for me, they joined in the attack. And then -”

You stopped, emotion welling up in your throat. You took a deep breath as your chest got tight.

“The night I sent Taron home,” you sobbed. “I was totally bombarded by this one group of women. I think they were having a watch party or something. And they all got on Twitter and were telling me to kill myself because I was so stupid to not give him a rose. They were actually telling me I should die because I didn’t pick their favorite. That...that really, deeply upset me.”

“How do you respond to things like that?” Chris asked gently.

“I try to ignore it because I know that engaging them won’t do any good,” you said. Then you turned and found Taron’s eyes. “I actually wanted to say thank you to you, Taron. You have been my biggest defender online, and you actually responded to a lot of those comments to protect me. So, I did want to let you know how much I appreciate it.”

You sniffled and offered him a watery smile. Taron returned it.

“Those comments really upset me too, Y/N,” Taron said. “I think I speak for most of the men here when I say, we adore you. You’re an outstanding woman, and we’re all incredibly grateful that you were our Bachelorette.”

More tears stung your eyes at his words. The other guys began clapping their agreement, and then, before you knew it, the whole studio audience was on their feet applauding you. The men continued as they joined in a standing ovation. You laughed through your tears and offered a quiet “thank you.” You blew Taron a kiss.

When they all settled down, you were even more emotional.

“I don’t think there’s a person in this room who disagrees with Taron,” Chris said. “I certainly found you to be an exemplary Bachelorette. You were fair and honest and gave it all of your effort. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Thank you, Chris,” you said. “I just want to remind everyone that the people on this show are real people. Not characters that are completely unaffected by what you say. We do read the comments and the DMs and they do hurt us. I don’t want to dwell on the negatives - because I also get a ton of lovely people sending me messages of support - but this bullying online has got to stop. Not just for me. But for every person who takes a chance like this.”

“Well said,” Chris agreed. “I’m gonna turn it back over to the guys. Anything else you all want to clear up with Y/N while we’re here?”

Nobody spoke up, so he looked back at you.

“Anything you want to say to them, Y/N?” he offered.

“Yeah,” you said. “I just want to say thank you to all of you for taking this chance with me. It didn’t work out for various reasons, but I’m really glad to have met you. I wish you all love and happiness in your futures.”

They murmured their thanks in return, all smiles.

“That’s sweet,” Chris said. Then he looked at the camera. “We’ll be back soon with a sneak peek of next week’s big finale of The Bachelorette.”

The show went to commercial, and Chris placed a comforting hand on your knee. You thanked him again for his words. For the few minutes of the break, you went over and chatted with the men some more, without the pressure of the cameras. It was really nice to see them all again. Then all too soon you were being called back to the chair.

“Welcome back to the Men Tell All,” said Chris. “We’ve reached the end of our show, but before we go, we’re offering you a little taste of what’s to come in the dramatic season finale. Take a look.”

For the final time that night, all eyes went to the screen.

***

“Coming up next week on The Bachelorette,” said Chris in a voice over.

“I am in love with two men,” you said to the camera.

They cut to a date with Joe and the two of you kissing, followed by a similar shot of you and Ben.

“I’m in love with Y/N,” Ben said to the camera. “I’m ready to propose to her. I know she’s the person I’m meant to love forever.”

“What Y/N and I have is so amazing,” Joe said in his interview. “I love her so much. I just want to get down on one knee and propose already!”

The next shot was a close up of you in tears, mascara raccooning your eyes as your bottom lip trembled.

“It’s not you,” you sobbed.

They followed with a shot of Neil Lane opening a case of diamond rings. A hand reached out and held one up. It glittered in the afternoon New Zealand sun.

Three shots flashed by: the first, you sobbing. The second, Joe crying and walking out of an interview. Then Ben holding his face in his hands and weeping openly.

The final shot was you, standing on a street in the dark, struggling to draw breath.

“I can’t do this,” you were fighting to say. “I can’t breathe...I can’t…”

The screen went blank as a producer’s voice shouted “Y/N! Oh, God, someone call an ambulance!”

***

The audience in the studio were shocked to silence by what they had just seen. Chris looked over at you and smiled.

“Well, we all have something to look forward to with what might be the most dramatic season finale ever,” he said to the audience. “Find out what happens next week. Until then, good night, Bachelor Nation!”

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captaincoffeegirl515 · 4 years ago

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A, B, C, D, N, O, P, S, Z

Ahhh yay! So many questions! ❤️

Also lol I basically spent my day slowly writing out my answers in the notes app.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

- Hardzzello. Currently my main hyperfixation! I just love putting the two together, even with different characters they've played. I also very much like Nightangel but lol I'm also very particular about the fanfics and art that I consume regarding that ship.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

- Grami. Both as a platonic ship and as a romantic ship. Like I know they're close friends and care deeply for one another, but I never seemed to think of them in a shippy way until a friend pointed it out to me and how underrated the ship is. Now it's like my eyes have been opened and now I'm noticing how soft and sweet and affectionate they are with each other!

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

- R*ylo. Nope. Not for me and never will be.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

- Pixie/Harland/Frank. Okay here's the thing - if it had just ended slightly differently, then I would've enjoyed the ship. But the movie decided to go with that ending and it just felt so disappointing with how Pixie's character arc went.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

- Main fandom right now is the Queen/BoRhap fandom!

1. Definitely want more Rami in fics and art! I know people tend to focus on Gwil, Ben, and Joe because the three have been much more active in social media, (and certain other reasons). But c'mon, are you really going to leave out Rami?? The guy who brought Freddie Mercury to life in BoRhap?? That sweetheart??

2. I'm surprised that this needs to be said, but I want people to learn how to write Rami like an actual person, or at least try to base it on how he acts like in real life. Not sure if people still do this, but I used to see fics where they'd make him so unusually aggressive (bc racial biases towards black/brown men) OR they'd go the opposite route and make him super infantile and where he basically acts like a small child (bc apparently the only way they can think of to make a black/brown man not scary is to make him act and talk like a baby 🤢). Hopefully this has changed, but I'm not sure since I barely read fics by authors I don't know anymore.

Okay so this last one will be for the X-Men fandom!

3. More badass Kurt PLEASE! Enough of this uwu innocent bottom baby personality! Let him kick ass and flirt and be badass ffs!

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

- lol I put my music on shuffle and got Take On Me by A-ha, a song that makes me immediately think of Joe Mazzello solely based on the jumpy/funky/fun vibes of the music.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

- I just suddenly remembered how my friend reminded me about the BoRhap boys' age gap by saying that when Rami was 20, Gwil and Joe were 17. Then you have Ben who was only TEN. So like can you imagine an AU where they somehow met at that age? Just Rami, Gwil, and Joe panicking because they have this whole ass child right in front of them and they know nothing about childcare!

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

- aaahhh okay I will admit that I don't exactly understand this question. Like, an example from where? Canon? Fanfic? Why is there a prompts optional thing? Gah um okay I'll just answer it as me saying one of my headcanons!

Personally I think that Four from 6 Underground has ADHD based on his mannerisms and the way he gestures a lot and speaks fast and also because I relate to him and I also have ADHD, so there!

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

- I've probably said this before, but I am not over the similarities/coincidences between Queen and the BoRhap boys! It's not just from their looks! Like it's even down to their astrology with their sun and moon signs. And their relationships omg!

Like how Freddie was super close to John, then you have the decade-long friendship between Rami and Joe.

Brian and Roger were friends since the beginning of Queen and even until now, then you have Gwil and Ben who bonded over the fact that they're both Brits and can relate to each other more.

Then there's John and Roger's friendship and about them bonding more being the youngest ones in the band, meanwhile Joe and Ben's friendship is just such hilarious fun.

John and Brian have this sort-of friendship/rivalry going on, likewise with how Joe and Gwil pretend to fight over Ben.

Brian and Freddie have such an underrated friendship but it's obvious how much Brian cares based on how lovingly he speaks of Freddie, and it's the same with Gwil and Rami and how sweet and openly affectionate they are with each other.

Lastly there's Freddie and Roger being platonic soulmates, and while Rami and Ben's friendship may not be as open to public eye I can't forget the sweet things Rami said about Ben and how he called Ben the "glue" that brought them all together.

Aaaand I think I've rambled enough lol 😅 I hope you at least enjoyed what I let loose!

A-Z Fandom Asks

#asks #i know it takes me forever to answer but i love getting asks okay

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versdan · 5 years ago

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gigglygwil → blushycarol

user change!! I’m pretty hype about this one :)

Thanks 2 Viv for actually giving me this idea xx

tagging some mutuals to help with signal boost (possibly??): @fun-sized-widow-bites @nightmaredisastergay @vivwritesmarvel @aesthetiff @cant-control-their-fear-imagines @marvels-wars @envy-adamss @inlovewmycar @acdeaky @marisagabe 💞

#user change #url change #new month new moi #new month soon but...u get it #im honestly liking this one tbh #don’t think im solely marvel now!#borhap boys still have my <3

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angrylizardjacket · 4 years ago

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Uuuh, 3 for the meta Ask. How have you been doing??

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

okay so this is real stupid, but one of the reasons i want to write the birthday party for Ash & Roger’s son is 1) because it means i get to cram all my favourite actors in one fic since Barney was in The Dirt too, and 2) (which is where this ask comes into play) (its real stupid) but Ash & Roger’s oldest daughter, Astrid, and Barney learned how to waltz, because Barney was in the 4th Harry Potter movie as a background actor and had to learn to waltz for the Yule Ball, except he hadn’t had his growth spurt so he and Astrid were still roughly the same height. AND I JUST WANT THEM TO BE SO WEIRDLY GOOD AT DANCING DESPITE THE HUGE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM.

also Astrid surrounded by pretty girls and being SO INCREDIBLY SMUG, like someone puts a photo on their insta story of Astrid sitting next to Ben Hardy with a model in her lap, and the girl’s all curled up against her. Astrid has Roger Taylor levels of game and wants Everyone to know.

i just wanna write sm abt ash’s kids.

especially Barney being the gentle giant who’s always kind of aloof and mysterious, and he’s on set of some movie, and some other cast member or crew member makes this rude tweet vaguing very not vaguely about him that gets back to him, and suddenly he’s got all these people coming out of the woodworks for him;

his partner the MUA with millions of followers across many different social media platforms

his sister the manager of Queen + Adam Lambert, who has the connections to blacklist anyone from the music industry if she chose to

his sister the stunt driver and mechanic who’d physically cut a bitch for him

his sister’s posse of famous, pretty, blonde boys (currently ft. Lucas Till, Ben Hardy, MGK, and Daniel Webber) who know how lovely Barney is and will come to his defense

his mother the Oscar Winner and costume designer for some of the biggest films and TV shows in the past 3 decades

his Father Roger Taylor From Queen

the entire cast of BoRhap

his various Godparents which probably includes Elton John, and the rest of Queen, and half of the music industry from the 70s/80s

famous directors who knew him as a kid when he came in to shadow his mom, who then went on to work with him, and love how kind and down to earth he is

BARNEY IS THE NICEST HUMAN BEING WHO DOESN’T REALISE HE COULD COMMAND AN ARMY AND I NEVER KNOW QUITE HOW TO WORK THAT IN

anywyas im good, i hope you’re good, drea i love you i swear i always mean to answer your asks, i just put them in my drafts and they slip my mind, but you’re an angel and you always make me smile with your messages!!

#call and response

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kayliemusing · 4 years ago

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cupboard – are you petty? - Not really

delilah – do you have any pets? - Two siamese cats!

misfire – do you want any kids? if so, how many? - Maybe. I change my mind a lot lol. I can see myself with 2-3 kids.

killer queen – what’s an outfit that makes you feel sexy? - I never feel sexy but an outfit that always makes me feel mostly confident is my ribbed sweater tucked into high waisted jeans with a blazer on top.

radio gaga – top five favorite songs? - All Too Well by Taylor Swift, Wild Heart by Bleachers, Saturdays by Twin Shadow, Sleep On The Floor by The Lumineers, and Exile by Taylor Swift ft Bon Iver

freddie – tell us about someone who has changed your life positively. - This might be lame, but Taylor Swift. Obviously she's not a person who is physically in my life lol but I've looked up to her my whole life as a writer and then also as a person, and I just think her music has enriched my whole life is so many different ways from just helping me cope, to providing me with inspiration for my own writing ventures, to just giving me a distraction from life when it gets tough.

brian – what is something you are passionate about? - Writing, love, and being good to people.

john – are you a creative person? - I think so. Sometimes I don't feel like I'm creative enough or in the way I want to be, but I do have a creative spark to me.

roger – what’s a common misconception about you? - I'm quiet and a little on the socially anxious side, so I think a common misconception is that I'm mousy or people can walk all over me and I won't say anything but actually I have really high standards and given the chance, I can be very direct with my expectations or feelings. Like sometimes I'll let things slide but if it continues happening, I'll usually be like "hey stop". On that note, I also think people don't ever expect that I'm really protective too. It's always fun when people think I'm quiet and then they're mean or disrespectful about someone I care about and I stand up for them because there's always this moment of surprise from people lol.

deaky – do you have any nicknames? - Not really. My aunt still calls me Kay Rae sometimes but that's an old one from when I was like super little lol. No one really has a nickname for me.

all dead – when was the last time you cried? - Yesterday.

don’t stop me now – what’s your go-to happy song? - Usually any upbeat Taylor Swift song like Shake It Off or ME! (Both of which get a bad rap for being "annoying" or "childish" which I respectfully disagree with because they're bops and they get the job done).

lover boy – are you a romantic? - Yes

maracas – what’s your prized possession? - I don't know if I really have one. Probably my phone I guess.

bites the dust – bassists or drummers? - I don't really have an opinion tbh. Maybe bassists?

live aid – what’s your dream concert line-up? - Probably like: Taylor Swift, Haim, The Lumineers, Conan Gray, The 1975, Of Monsters and Men, Halsey, and maybe Olivia Rodrigo. I've never really considered this lol.

clean machine – what’s your dream car? - Of all time, I would love to have like a 1970s chev convertible but realistically for me right now I want the Hyundai venue so bad.

mercury – if you could change your name, would you? - Yes, because I find my name childish sounding. I'm a writer and one of my biggest things about my name is that I don't think it sounds professional enough lol

drowse – how do you spend your lazy days? - Not doing my hair or makeup and just watching YouTube all day.

make love – what is your sexuality? - Heterosexual

hot space – what’s an unpopular opinion you have? - Ariana Grande's voice annoys me. I have no beef with her as a person, I just find her voice kind of annoying especially when she's doing that shouty notes thing or where she drags out her notes. It's kind of the same reason I don't like Carrie Underwood much anymore because of the constant up and down octaves. Drives me insane.

‘39 – what are you afraid of? - Spiders, loss, failure/not achieving my dreams, living an ordinary or mundane life in which I never find joy or fulfillment.

borhap – are you happy? - No

jim – are you in love? - No

mary – are you friends with any of your exes? - I don't have exes, because I've never dated *finger guns*

mustapha – how many languages do you speak? - Just English

flash – favorite movie? - Hm, probably Clueless. It's always the first one that pops in my head lol.

las palabras de amor – what’s the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you? - They haven't lmao

tenement funster – are you a good flirt? - No, because I'm shy so I only laugh nervously

rainbow – best concert you’ve ever been to? - I guess Marianas Trench in 2013. I haven't really been to a crazy good show but I remember really enjoying that one. (But via Netflix Taylor Swift's rep tour is the best concert of all time)

scrabble – do you and your friends have any traditions? - We used to get together every halloween night or the night before depending on our schedules and watch every disney channel halloween movie. It was one of my favourite things, but Friend A moved to Vancouver and Friend B isn't in my life anymore.

seven seas – where have you always wanted to travel? - NYC, LA, Prince Edward Island, France, and Hawaii are the big ones, but lately I've really been wanting to see Charleston South Carolina, Edinburgh Scotland, and The Lakes District in England.

keep yourself alive – what keeps you alive? - Taylor Swift's music tbh lmao

liar – are you good at sensing when someone is lying to you? - If they're being obvious or hard to believe, yes, but if they're good at lying, probably not lol.

modern times – if you could go back in time, what decade would you travel to? - I have this weird longing to see Victorian London, maybe around 1830-60s. It probably wasn't a vibe, but I'm in love with Victorian London architecture and furniture so it is what it is. Also would have loved to enjoy the 80s.

japan – favorite place you’ve traveled to? - I haven't been outside of Canada so my list is short. I'd probably say Victoria, BC, but I never was able to fully enjoy it because I had a stomach virus when we were there so every time I ate I felt sick which feels very on brand for me.

garden lodge – what’s your dream home? - I literally have an entire pinterest board dedicated to this. It would be a cozy farmhouse/french country style cottage out in the countryside surrounded by fields and wildflowers.

disco – guilty pleasure? - Buzzfeed quizzes and romance novels.

sunglasses – how’s your eyesight? - Okay. I wear glasses, but my prescription isn't awful. Bad enough that I can't be without my glasses, but good enough that I'm not totally blind if I ever lost them. (I can't see distance so I mean I probably wouldn't get in the car and drive if I lost my glasses but that's beside the point.)

1977 – long hair or short hair? - I'm currently in a phase of needing to grow out my hair, but I generally love cute short hairstyles.

smile – when you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? - I wanted to be in business.

cheese toast – favorite food? - cheesecake

blazer – do you share your clothes? - With my sister sometimes yeah.

lap of the gods – if you could meet anyone, alive or dead, who would it be and what would you tell them? - Taylor Swift, and I'd probably just talk to her about personal stuff and then how she's been an inspiration to me as a writer.

#survey

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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My #1 fan; Ben Hardy x child sister reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here I am with yet another BoRhap boy story, this time it's of Ben Hardy (god it's been FOREVER since I wrote a story of Benny boi) but here it is. Now this is a Big Brother!Ben fic so unlike the last time there is NO ROMANCE, JUST FLUFFY PLATONIC GOODNESS THAT I CAN DISH UP!!!! Also in this fic I would like to point out that I do NOT OWN WORLD OF DANCE!! IT BELONGS TO J-LO AND NBC and all the people involved with the making of this amazing dance competition (if you haven't heard of it, go check it out the recent season is out NOW!!) Also watch the video links (from actual previous competitors on the show) to get a feel of what I'm seeing for the dances cause I am NOT dancer so I do not know all the moves that you dancers do out there, but I hope you all still enjoy this fic :)

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God it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen each other. From the time I got my first real American movie role in X-men Apocalypse, everything just seemed to fold right before me. From my biggest success of Bohemian Rhapsody (where I became best friends with probably the three greatest guys in the world), followed by the Netflix movie 6 Underground with Ryan Reynolds (and yes he’s just as hilarious and humble as he presents himself).

My life has just exploded from there, I try to be home whenever I can but when I do, she’s just as busy as I am.

Now that things have calmed down on my end and she’s preparing for an upcoming audition on a dance show, I can finally take the time to go see her (especially now since I’m in LA where she’s to audition). God I haven’t seen her in years, I wonder how she’s been?

“BENJAMIN!!!” Joe’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to him.

“Hmm what?”

“Geez mate you were really out of it back there. We’ve been trying to get your attention for like 10 minutes.” Gwil said as he sipped his beer.

“Oh sorry guys, I was just—thinking.”

“And just who was it that had your attention so badly that you tuned out from the rest of the world?” teased Rami.

“Benjamin Hardy are you cheating on me!? Oh my god you’re cheating! Who is it! What’s their name!?” Joe accused me. I rolled my eyes as I shoved him.

“Is it a girl?” Rami asked.

“Oh great. Now I gotta get breast implants just to get you to notice me.” Joked Joe. We all looked at him strangely and I said.

“Not in that way, but yes I am thinking about a girl. My sister actually.”

“Your sister? You—never mentioned a sister before.” Gwil said.

“I kinda like to keep her separate from my name.”

“What you guys don’t get along?” asked Joe.

“No, no we get along amazingly. We’re each other’s #1 fans. But ever since Bohemian Rhapsody everyone now knows my name. I don’t want people comparing the two of us and making her feel like I’m outshining her. That’s one of the other reasons why I changed my last name from Jones to Hardy.”

“Is she an actress too?” Rami asked with a head tilt.

“No, no. She’s a dancer actually.”

“A dancer? Fancy.” Joe said in a posh accent.

“What kind of dancing does she do?” Gwil said.

“Mostly contemporary. But she also does ballet and a bit of Hip-hop. This one competition she was on, she actually combined ballet and hip-hop together. Got 1st place for it, and was the youngest winner to ever win the Glasgow dance competition.” They all whistled.

“She must be good then, how old is she?”

“She was 7 years old.” They all gaped at me.

“You’re joking right?” Joe said with wide eyes and a gaped mouth.

“No, not at all. In fact in her ballet school where she trains, she’s actually the youngest student to have been chosen to get a full run scholarship to the London Academy for Dance. Once she’s 12 years old, they’ll give her the full ride.”

“Wait, wait, wait. How old is she now?” Gwil asked.

“She’s nine.”

“So they’re gonna hold onto her scholarship for another three years?” Rami said. I nodded.

“Damn she must be good for them to do that.” Joe said with a sigh.

“She is. Fell in love with dancing at 2 years old and did her first pirouette within the first three months of joining her ballet school.”

“Geez, and my sister couldn’t do one till she was about 9.”

“Guess my sister’s got yours beat.” I teased to Joe.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah don’t rub it in.”

“So Ben, when was the last time you saw her?”

“Five years.” I said as I sipped my beer solemnly.

“Wait what? You haven’t seen your sister in five years!?” Joe gawked.

“I told you guys, ever since X-men it’s been one project after another. And even when I did have a break, she was out of state doing a competition either with her school or as a soloist. But—hopefully that’ll change in the next few weeks. She’s actually here in LA.”

“She is?” Rami said. I nodded.

“Yeah. She’s auditioning for some sort of dance show they film here.”

“So you think you can dance is doing a junior competition now?” asked Joe.

“No not that one. It’s a recent one. They’ve only done like 3 or 4 seasons of it. I think it’s called Dancing world…..no World of Dance. That’s it.”

“Oh that show is awesome! I’ve auditioned for that show.” Joe bragged.

“No you haven’t.” Rami exclaimed at Joe’s lie.

“I’m serious I auditioned during their first 2 seasons. Couldn’t commit cause of obvious reasons.”

“I’m calling BS on that.” Gwil said as he leaned back.

“Uhh excuse me; who got the part of the Disco Deacy? Me. Who perfected the BAB dance? Me. I’m perfectly qualified to be a dancer. In fact why don’t we go see your little sis and she can be the judge!”

“What?”

“You heard me, right now! Let’s go see her!” Joe said as he downed his drink and stood up.

“Hang on guys……”

“Well besides of Joe’s reason, I think it’d be fair for us to meet your little sis. I mean we’ve practically seen each other’s siblings. You all met my twin Sami and my sis Jasmine.”

“I agree with Rami, and you all met my older brother at my engagement party.”

“And of course you all met John and Mary at the BoRhap premiere.” At this rate I knew I wasn’t going to win this argument.

“Fine. I—guess I’ll call up my mum and ask her where she’s rehearsing at.” I just hope (y/n) doesn’t mind having my friends come and see her rehearse.

Cause when she’s in rehearsal mode, she can be quite the little jumpy bug.

*My POV*

Two days. I had two days till the Qualifier rounds for World of Dance. I had my routine down to the T and my mum says it’s perfect (but she has to say that she’s my mum), however I’m still doubting myself on some of the moves, or if I’m not showing enough emotion (cause J-Lo loves herself some dancers who can convey emotion).

I was sitting in the rehearsal room having myself a break after rehearsing my dance for the past half hour. I had this studio slotted for a 45min. rehearsal so I had about 15 minutes left to practice.

“I swear each time you dance your routine, you get more graceful every time.” Mum said as she came in with some lunch.

“Thanks mum, but is it good enough for the judges?”

“I know it is.” I chose not to respond to her. Like I said she has to say these things, but I know there are some flaws to my dance. I didn’t stick the landing hard enough, I tripped up on the landing from the 540, my leg wasn’t straight enough with I lifted it outward, so many flaws. “Oh I forgot, there’s a little surprise waiting for you downstairs.”

“Mum I—I don’t know. I mean I haven’t even found out if I’ll make it into the next round.”

“Trust me love, you’ll like this surprise.” She raced over to the door and opened it and soon coming in my brother and his three friends from his film Bohemian Rhapsody.

“Benny!” I cheered as I hopped off my seat and raced right over to him. A huge smile spread across his face as he extended his arms out and caught me as he picked me up and spun me around.

“Hey kiddo oh it’s been forever! Oh you’ve gotten so big since I last saw you.”

“I missed you Benny.”

“I missed you too kiddo. God you have no idea how much I missed you.” he said as he repeatedly kissed the top of my head.

“Your brother happened to be in LA so we planned a little surprise visit for you.” mum said as she closed the door.

“And I hope you don’t mind that I brought a few friends over.” Ben said as he gestured towards the three actors who starred with him on Bohemian Rhapsody.

“I don’t mind. I’ve heard so much about these guys that I figured it’s about time I met them in person.” He set me down and I walked up to the actor who played the legendary Freddie Mercury. “Rami Malek, right?”

“That is correct, and you must be his famous little dancing sister.”

“Well I wouldn’t call myself famous yet, but I hope to be one day.” We shook hands with each other. I then moved onto the next one, the tallest out of all of them who even looked like Brian May even without the wig. “Now forgive me if I pronounce your name wrong, my Welsh isn’t that great. Is it—Gwilym.” I pronounced the “I” like I was saying “ice cream”.

“Close, it’s pronounced Gwilym. Think of the “wi” like will.”

“Right, sorry.”

“No worries—(Y/n) right?”

“Yeah.” We both shook hands with each other and I told him, “Can I just say, I thought you were phenomenal as Brian May.”

“Well thank you love, I take it you’re a Queen fan as well?”

“Yeah. You can thank Benny for that. He introduced me to the band when I was a little girl. I even did a dance routine to White Queen when I was around 4-5 years old.”

“Wow, if you remember it, we’d sure like to see it.” Rami said.

“I think I might remember it. Again it was a while ago so I might improvise something if I don’t remember the whole routine.”

“No problem there.” Rami said with a warm smile. I then moved on to the last actor who played (my personal favorite member of Queen, John Deacon).

“So you’re the famous Joe Mazzello that my brother won’t shut up about.”

“Sure am kid. And you’re the world time dance champion and scholarship holder for the best London dance academy ehh?”

“You could say that.”

“Well little missy I happen to be a dance champion too, and I challenge you to a dance off!” Already I could see Ben, Gwilym and Rami either shaking their heads or rolling their eyes as Joe’s proclamation.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with my brother would it?”

“And if it is?” questioned Joe in a challenging manner.

“No reason.” I shrugged. “Just hope you’re prepared to lose.” The guys all oooh in a challenging manner and that’s when Joe nodded along.

“Okay, okay little one. But I’m giving it all I got so you better watch out.” I gestured that the dancefloor was all his. Gwil went over to the stereo and went through my Spotify app till he found the song that Joe wanted to dance to.

He chose Wham’s ‘Wake me up before you go-go’. I’ll admit he has some pretty good moves—for an amateur. After doing a minute and a half of his little on the spot dance moves, he posed as he panted heavily.

“It was okay.” I shrugged.

“Okay?”

“Yeah I mean—it was…..cute. It was cute. For like an Instagram or TikTok video.”

“Okay then little miss Prima donna. Show me your little ballet moves.” Challenged Joe. Oh he don’t know me very well, do he? I first took off my ballet shoes and put on my sneakers.

I told Gwilym which song to play and he nodded to me that he would wait till I was ready before he played the song. I now stood in the middle of the room and took a deep breath before turning to Gwilym. He nodded and pressed his finger on my phone to play the song and soon YG’s “One time coming” began playing.

Play video

With this song I unleashed my Hip-hop background. Poppin and locking my body when needed, going in time with the beat, even doing things with my limbs to which no one had ever seen (like this one move where I had my right arm out and only by moving my left index finger, either the upper or lower portion of my arm would move up).

The guys and my mum were amazed and just in awe at my dancing. And when I did a little patterned tip-toe strut with my arms tucked in like duck wings, did I hear the guys exclaim and just flip out. When my minute and a half dance break was over, I flipped my hair towards Joe telling him that he got owned.

In pure defeat, Joe collapsed to the ground and lay there dead while my brother came up and hoisted me onto his shoulder.

“The winner and undefeated champion of the dance. (Y/n) Jones!” I bowed and thanked the guys and my mum as they cheered. Benny set me back down on the ground just as Joe finally came up and revived himself. I stood before him and he said.

“You surprise me kiddo. I accept defeat. Benjamin is yours.”

“Well he is my brother. But—we can share him.” At hearing that, Joe took me in his arms and spun me around thanking me repeatedly.

“Do you think whenever we get some free time, could you show me some stuff. I really liked that little tip-toe strut.”

“I learned it from a friend of mine whose into Hip-hop back at my school. In fact he competed on the first season of World of Dance he and his group. They didn’t win but they got to the Semi-finals.”

“That’s awesome. You really are the dance master. And I can’t wait to see what you bring to the World of Dance stage.”

“In fact (Y/n), can we see your routine?” asked Ben.

“Yeah I was just about to ask that. Ben’s told us that while you can combine certain genres of dance, your main focus was on contemporary. I’ve always been intrigued anytime someone says they’re a contemporary dancer.” Gwilym said. I turned to my mum and asked her how long did I have for rehearsal.

When she told me five minutes, I knew I could show them my audition routine that I had planned. But after that we had to leave cause the next group to come in had to set up their things and warmup.

The guys all took a seat along the mirrored wall while my mum handled the music.

Once my song began playing, I did my entire routine before the guys. Showing Ben’s friends that while I can unleash the beast in Hip-hop, I can be as graceful and elegant as a swan.

After the routine was done, I got a standing ovation from all four of the guys as they applauded and whistled. I gathered up my stuff and as I did, the guys all swarmed around me telling me what an amazing job I did, and that for some of the *cough*Joe*cough* I had them crying by the end of my routine.

We then left the dance studio and Ben’s friends allowed us to have our own personal family time (since Ben and I hadn’t seen each other in literally five years). We said our goodbyes and soon our mum took us out to eat as sorta a family reunion/congratulations on all of our combined successes.

It was time. The World of Dance qualifier rounds. Today was my filming date and I knew in several weeks they would soon air it on TV worldwide. Now I have performed in front of crowd before, but this—this was something else.

And not to even make me twice as nervous, I have seen what people comment on the show or the specific dancers. Most of them are nice comments but then again it’s the Internet so there’s bound to be haters out there.

This one girl from last season just a few years older than me got so much hate in fact, that she ended up shutting down her Twitter page and I’m told she gave up on dancing all together. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if that ends up being me.

I was running my routine through my head and stretching myself out. With me to support me was my mum, Ben and Ben’s friends of Bohemian Rhapsody, Rami, Gwil and Joe. With each dancing group or person that went up, I got more and more nervous. Soon a producer came up to me and said.

“(Y/n), you’ll be on up after The Jumperz.”

“Okay, thank you.” I told him. He nodded and walked away from me, at that moment I felt like I wanted to puke.

“Hey kiddo, how’s it going?” I looked up to see Ben standing over me.

“Good, very good.” He sat down beside me, his brow furrowed with concern. Crap he knows, he always knows.

“You sure?” at this point I knew I couldn’t hide it anymore. I tucked my legs into my chest and curled myself into a ball.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore Ben.”

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. Can we go home? Yeah, yeah let’s go home.” I said as I stood up.

“Now hold on, hold on love.” He took my hand into his stopping me from even walking away. “Let’s just sit down and talk about it real quick.” He stood up and we went outside of the room and stood along the hallway.

I leaned up against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest protectively and my leg bouncing with anxiety.

“Talk to me sis, what’s going on?”

“I just……I’m scared Ben. I don’t know why I am, I’ve performed in front of an audience before, I don’t know why I’m this nervous. It’s stupid I know.”

“Hey, hey, hey. No it’s not.” He said to me gently as he cupped my face, trying his best to not ruin my makeup. “You’re human, you have every right to be nervous. I’ll bet not a single one of these dancers you’re competing against isn’t feeling what you’re feeling now. And some of these guys might’ve been with well-known performers and are still feeling the nerves.”

“Is it always this nerve wracking for you every time you film something?” he nodded.

“Of course it is. I’m always worried about people’s reactions to me on screen. Even with all the positive feedback I get, I always keep my eye focused on that one negative outlook, no matter how many people say I’m good in a role.”

“I just don’t want the haters to pull me away from my dream like they did to that one dancer that came on the show last season.”

“Come here, have a seat in my lap.” He sat down on the floor and guided me till I was now sitting on his lap, holding me like a teddy bear. “There will always be haters and trolls out there in the world. That’s just what they get off of, is by bringing other people down, especially kids who go on shows like this. It’s wrong and vile but I won’t say you won’t encounter some hate. But the one thing you must keep in mind; is to never, ever let them dictate on who you are as a person.”

“Do you think I can do that?”

“Absolutely. You’re incredibly talented, you’re smart, kind, the most talented person I’ve ever met. I mean yeah I can dance but nowhere near to the level that you can. Hell you even beat out Joe in that little dance competition when you first met him a couple days ago.”

“I did do that, didn’t I?” he chuckled.

“You schooled him.”

“Ben no one says that anymore.”

“Whatever I’m a 90’s kid that was the lingo back then.”

“Back in the ancient times.” He scoffed.

“Alright miss smart-aleck I guess since you’re feeling well enough to sass me off you don’t need me anymore.” He plopped me off his lap and went to stand up but I gripped his shirt and begged.

“No Benny please!” all I could hear was his soft laughter. I hit his arm and pouted. “You are so mean!”

“Aww sissy, you know I can’t help but be a little cheeky with you.” he teased as he playfully nudged my shoulder with his arm. I smiled and nodded.

“Yeah I know cause that’s your job.”

“It is my job. Well one of the many qualifications of being your Big Brother. The most important one though, is to be there for you when you need it.” He stroked the top of my head and I hugged him.

“Thanks Ben. I’m glad that you could be here.”

“Me too. And hey, accepted or not. I’m proud of all that you’ve done in your dancing career.” He whispered in my ear as he gave me a snug embrace.

After our little bro-sis cuddle, we separated from each other and he asked me, “Do you still feel nervous?”

“A little but not as much.”

“Okay so there are two options we can do here; we can shake out the nerves, or my favorite—I can tickle them out of you.”

“No Ben you’ll ruin my costume!” I whined out as he chuckled.

“Okay, so we’ll shake them out then.” We both stood up and did our nerve shakeout.

Which was basically what he learned in theatre which was just shaking out your hands and feet counting backwards from 10, but each time we’d count, we’d go a bit faster. Once we got one, Ben picked me up and spun me around before setting me down.

“Better?”

“Better.”

“Good, oh wait one last thing before you go out, gotta shake out those negative thoughts in that brain of yours.” He cupped my face in his hands and playfully shook my head around as he growled out in an angry tone, “Get out of my sister’s head you dirty rotter’s!”

“Ben!” I laughed. He stopped as he grinned down at me.

“Had to make sure. You look beautiful, and I know you’re gonna wow everyone out there, especially the judges.”

“Thanks Benny. I love you.”

“Love you too kiddo.” He gave my nose a peck before escorting me back into the dance room. A producer was calling out my name, I looked up at Ben and he nodded to me before I went racing off towards the producer to tell him I was here.

When he saw me, he guided me towards the corridor where I would walk down, go up the stairs and racing across towards the stage. I could hear the chanting claps of the audience and their cheers and soon I heard the announcer say through the speaker.

“Give it up, for (Y/n) Jones.” I raced across the corridor, took the steps two at a time before racing across the catwalk towards the stage. As soon as I came on stage, everyone cheered and soon I was standing before Ne-Yo, Derek Hough, and Jennifer Lopez. They greeted me with waves or nods and I waved to them.

“Hello sweetie.” Jennifer greeted me.

“Hi.” I waved back to her.

“Why don’t you tell us your name?”

“My name is (Y/n) Jones and I’m from London, England.”

“Oh a British Dancer. Finally someone from the UK.” Derek proclaimed.

“So how old are you?” Ne-Yo asked me.

“I just turned nine last month.” At that the crowd cheered for me and that’s when Ne-Yo said.

“Well happy belated birthday.”

“Thank you Ne-Yo.” He winked at me and said to me.

“Let’s see what you got (Y/n).” I nodded and handed my microphone to one of the assistants before racing off towards the back of the stage as the lights went down.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in before exhaling slowly. This was it, make it or break it.

*Ben’s POV*

From backstage, my mum, the guys and I along with the other dancers could watch and see what was going on stage. I pressed my hands together in a prayer motion as I had them against my lips, c’mon little sis I know you can do it.

*Play video*

Her song routine, Ashes by Celine Dion soon came on through the speakers and she began her routine. The lights softly lit up in a sunrise color of yellow, orange, and purple. She truly shined as her dance went on, going slow when she needed before finally sticking the landing or going with the beat of the song.

That entire stage was hers to command and she used the entirety of that stage for her routine. I could hear the judges voices sound impressed with my sister’s routine, especially once the chorus struck and the hard drumbeats of the song kicked in.

The crowd was just in awe and applauded my sister, dazzled by her grace yet strength she was giving them in her performance. Doing her 540’s, leg lifts, front flips, she was like the Freddie Mercury of dancing on that stage as she showed her true colors on that stage, especially as it lit up with her as the song got more powerful.

By the end of it when she stood up and just gave that pleading face of help as she reached out towards J-Lo, the lights went dark and the entire audience went nuts.

“That was even amazing with the lights.” Said Joe.

“Agreed, she really lit that stage up.” Rami agreed.

“That’s our girl.” Mum said as I wrapped my arm around her.

“Alright, alright, alright, alright (Y/n). Now remind me how old you are?” Derek said.

“I just turned nine.” At that point Derek stood up from his chair flipping his pen which made everyone laugh. “Girl you look like you’ve been doing this for 20 years.” Everyone laughed.

“How old were you when you got into dancing?” asked J-Lo.

“I was 2.” (y/n) responded.

“Well it shows that you definitely have a passion for this. And you literally have been doing this your whole life. Just seeing you being able to do moves that—I couldn’t even do at your age till I was much older, that to me…..shows you have true love for dancing. And you already gave me goosies little missy and we just met you.”

“Uh-oh Jennifer with her goosies.” Ne-Yo said.

“She gave them to me, the goosies do not lie!”

“No they do not.” Derek said before he continued, “But just like Jennifer said. I mean my sister and I we did some contemporary a bit as kids but nowhere could we master it down just like you’ve done (Y/n). And that final move where you just landed right on your knees. I literally jumped from my seat.”

“Yeah it was like you had no bones little miss.” Ne-Yo said as my sister smiled and laughed. “Besides from what both Derek and Jennifer has said. Your timing is what really stuck out to me. Like it was like you were a part of the song itself. Like first you’d be like all smooth and fluid when the beat was gentle. But when the drumbeat kicked in hard with boom- boom boom-boom. That right there is what really stuck out to me.”

“I completely agree.” Derek said.

“Alright we’re gonna lock in our scores and we’ll see if you make it to the duels (Y/n).” J-Lo said with a smile. (Y/n) nodded and that’s when the lights dimmed down on her and we watched as the three judges locked in their scores, while making their silent commentaries to each other.

“Okay (Y/n), you need an 88 or above to qualify for the duels, let’s see what you scored.” The host said as he came out and stood beside my sister. The lights shown down (like those game show lights whenever something gets suspenseful).

First up was Derek’s score; he gave her an 90.

At that my sister made a face of shock as her smile widened and she covered her mouth in shock. The crowd cheered and up next was Ne-Yo’s score.

He gave her an 89. Finally J-Lo’s score was a 92. When the scores rounded up together was 90.3. Her score shined up on the ceiling scoreboard and (Y/n) couldn’t believe it, poor sissy was even crying.

“Congratulations (Y/n) you made it to the Duels. How’s it feel?” the host asked as he held his microphone to her.

“It feel just—absolutely amazing. All three of you have been an inspiration to be in wanting to become a dancer and this just means so much to me. Thank you for letting me get this opportunity.”

“We can’t wait to see what you bring us, cause already little Miss, you’ve got the competitive edge. It better only get better from here on out.” Ne-Yo told her. She nodded and thanked the judges one last time before running off the stage.

As she came running towards us, I had to be the first one she saw. I cheered for her as I opened my arms out for her and she raced towards me before leaping right into my arms. I spun her around as the two of us laughing joyously.

“You did it kiddo! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks to you Ben. I kept thinking about what you said, I dedicated my performance to you.” I felt myself tear up as I buried my face into her ponytailed hair.

“I would’ve been proud of you either way.” At this point the rest of the guys as well as our mum came up and congratulated her.

That night we celebrated her victory on making it to the next round of World of Dance. Drinks for me and the guys, we danced, sung some karaoke, and just partied all night long.

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