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queenborhapreaderships · 6 years ago

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rekindling the flame - chapter 1

Hey everybody! So this is that rami x reader (with a dash of freddie feels) I was talking about earlier! It’s not done, so I guess this is chapter 1? I’ve never cut a fic into chapters before because I’m a stubborn perfectionist but like. Eh. Ya know? Thanks to everyone who told me to go ahead and post this! Also, if anybody would be interested in a tag list, hit me up. I’ve never done one before but I think I can grasp the concept, haha! Anyways, here we go! (pls let me know if you like it, fr)

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You're the daughter of Jim Hutton, so growing up was a roller coaster. With Freddie as practically a second father, things were never boring. But time passed and things changed. Everything changed. Not knowing how to process any of your past, you flee to the states in an attempt to write music and find yourself. It pretty much turns into instant isolation! That all changes when you get a call from your Uncle Bri about a movie being made on Freddie. Secrets come to light and you just might find yourself falling in love with the boy with the beautiful eyes along the way.

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You’re alone when you get the call. You’re alone a lot these days, but you work best without the distraction of friends pulling you out to party and get drunk every other night. Besides, you really want to focus on this latest song you’ve been writing. You just can’t seem to get the bridge right, the chord progression is off in the tiniest way and for the life of you, you can’t figure out why. Suffice to say it’s been driving you absolutely mad.

Your eyes light up when you strum the new experimental chord you’ve thrown in, but you’re interrupted by the harsh ringtone of your cell.

“Goddammit” you mumble to yourself and sigh as you put your guitar down on top of its case. You look over and feel yourself involuntarily smiling at the contact name. It’s Uncle Bri, you wonder what he’s up to these days. It’s been a while since you’ve heard from him. Too long, actually. That’s hardly his fault, you’re aware of the fact that you’re isolating yourself but you really can’t really garner up the energy to care, as bad as it sounds. You pull yourself out of your thoughts and reach over to answer the phone.

“Hey, Uncle Bri!”

“(y/n)! I’m glad I got a hold of you! How are you doing, my dear? We miss you!”

“Aww, I miss you guys too! I can’t complain! I’ve been working on my music a lot, so that’s been taking up the majority of my life at the moment” you sigh, suddenly wishing you’d have managed your time better. You really do miss your goofy Uncles.

“Ahhh, just like good ol’ Freddie, I see” you can hear the smile toying with his voice.

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say that”

“Well, I would,” he says triumphantly. “Anyways, do you have any serious, unmovable plans for the next, oh, say 8 or so months?” you can hear the grin in his voice.

“Um, not that I know of...” you say, although it comes out more as of a question

“Perfect! Then I’ll be flying you over here to the UK pronto. You’ve got work to do” he says and hangs up in a haste.

You pull the phone down and stare at it. That was. Odd.

It’s not until later you realize that this is all for that movie that you’ve been hearing rumors about for months. You weren’t sure if it was actually happening or not, you feel like you definitely should have considering who you are, but Uncle Bri certainly wouldn’t be uprooting your life for anything unimportant. You’ve settled into a nice routine over in the states. For a movie this important though, this central to who you are, you’d be upset if you weren’t involved.

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If you were being completely honest with yourself, you don’t remember as much about your father’s partner as you wish you did. Let’s be real though, he was practically your second dad, he raised you until you were almost seven. You have faint memories of calling him papa. Your dad didn’t love it at first, he was probably worried about what Freddie thought. He, of course, absolutely adored it and as well as he adored you. So, papa, he was.

The memories you do have, you wouldn’t trade for the world. For the entire world. Some of your favorites were Freddie making you breakfast and cuddling on the couch. He would always read to you before bed and find your favorite stuffed bear before tucking you in and pecking your forehead. Sometimes, your favorite nights, he would sing you to sleep. You were probably too old for lullabies, but Freddie never failed to deliver, not even towards the end. His favorite song to sing you was I Was Born to Love You. He sang it slow and soft, making sure you took every word to heart. Sometimes you dream about it, wishing for just one more day together with the two of them.

You don’t have much to do on the hellish flight ahead of you, so you pull up the folder you keep on your phone of pictures of your dad and Freddie. They looked just as happy as they were. You smile as you scroll through them, pictures the world hasn’t seen. Pictures of the two with their cats, pictures of all three of you together.

You feel your eyes mist up when you get to one of your favorites. At first glance, it appears to be the most mundane thing in the world, but to you it’s everything. Freddie’s balancing you on his hip and he’s got his other arm wrapped around your father, kissing his cheek.

“Oh, fuck” you mutter under your breath, tearing yourself away from the grainy image. You’re finally realizing just how difficult consulting on this movie is actually going to be. You miss your dad and you miss Freddie more than words can say.

You never really dealt with your fathers' death nearly a decade ago. Freddie’s death probably messed you up in more ways that you’re even able to conceptualize because you were so young at the time. He was just a part of you. A part of your history. A part of who you were and who you are.

You’ve got a lot of shit to work through, and god, you hope you’ll be able to hold it together for just a while longer. This movie is important to the two most important people to you. You’re certainly not going to ruin your chance at making it the best it can be because you can’t look at the main character of the film without losing it.

You swallow the lump in your throat and reach down to rummage through your bag for your headphones. You close the photos app and pull up Spotify instead. Zoning out and distracting yourself with music is always how you’ve dealt with the brunt of your emotional issues since practically the beginning of time. The second the first note rings out, you feel a weight lift off of your shoulders and you sigh in relief as you settle in for a long ride.

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You’re pretty damn sure that finally getting off the stuffy plane and stretching your legs is the best feeling in the world. You’re instantly proven wrong though when you spot your uncles waiting for you. They’ve got a dorky sign with “(y/n) Hutton” scrawled across it with a few shaky hearts at the bottom. You can’t help but chuckle, your heart swelling at the gesture.

You quicken your pace and when they notice you barreling towards them, your clunky bags in tow, their faces light up. Their sign and your suitcases are instantly ditched in place of Uncle Rog opening his arms up for you to crash into. Of course, you do, without a second thought and you hold on tight. It feels like if you don’t, he’ll disappear right out from under you.

“Oh, love, how are you? How are you, really?” Uncle Rog says, pulling you away from him to study your face. You sheepishly avoid eye contact, aware that these two know you better than most.

“You know, we do worry about you. More than you think.” Uncle Bri chimes in, responding to your silence. He then reaches over and takes his turn to pull you into a hug. You close your eyes and bury your head in his shoulder. You barely muster the strength needed to keep your voice from shaking.

“I know. I just missed you guys, is all” you break away and get your bearings together. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the two sharing a skeptical glance, but luckily they drop it for now.

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To say the studio was huge would be an understatement. You’d never dealt with anything this major in your entire life, sure you’d been going to your Uncle’s concerts since you were little. That was different though, that was second nature. Music has always been second nature. This? This is a different world, man. There are more… rules. You’ve never been one for rules.

So far, you’ve been introduced to a lot of the key players in the movie, big execs and such. They’ve all been very graceful and polite if not slightly intimidated by you, which you find hilarious. You still haven’t met any of the actors yet, but you’d been given their names and have already done extensive googling. They all seem like the perfect people for the parts.

You’d actually seen a bit of Rami, Freddie’s actor’s, work in the past. The Night at the Museum trilogy is a goddamn classic and your friends have forced you to watch a couple of episodes of Mr. Robot. So you’re definitely excited, if not a little nervous, to meet the boys.

It’s almost like the universe can read your mind because when you and your uncles turn the corner, there they are. You can tell they’ve met before because Rami, and if you remember correctly, Joe are waving and they all walk over.

“(y/n), you haven’t met the boys yet, have you?” Uncle Bri asks, and before you have the time to answer, he’s introducing you to them respectively. You do your best to remember who is who, it shouldn’t be too hard but this would not be a great situation to slip up. There’s Ben, Joe, Gwilym, and finally, you reach Rami.

His eyes are even more striking in person. You think he’s saying something but you can’t hear a word of it. A poke on your shoulder pulls you out of your trance and you realize you’ve been staring at him for a longer amount of time than would be considered socially acceptable. You glance over at Uncle Bri, a thanks for snapping you out of whatever that was.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry! Zoned out there for a second, it was a long flight” you grin and do your best to sound casual but you’re definitely rattled from your mistake. You almost let out a sigh of relief when you see Rami’s warm smile.

“Don’t worry about it, I totally understand. You flew in from the states, right? That ten-hour flight can be brutal” you nod and he continues. “Anyways, I was just saying how much of an honor it is to be playing Freddie and if there’s anything you ever need or want to talk in regards of the script or characterization, I’m always here. You probably have more influence than me when it comes to that actually, but the offer is always on the table! The same goes for all of us.” He gestures at his castmates and they all nod accordingly. He sounds incredibly sincere and it’s impossible not to grin.

“I really appreciate that, guys. I’m here if any of you need anything too! If you need help going over your lines or if you have any questions about my uncles, dad or my experience with Freddie as a father figure, I’d be more than happy to let you in on everything I know” You’re not, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but why else are you here?

You hear a chorus of thank you’s and wave at them as they rush off to hair and makeup, already late. You look down and try to swallow a smile, you’d be lying to yourself if you tried to pretend it wasn’t endearing. The three of you continue down your path and you feel Uncle Rog bump into you.

“You okay, (y/n)?” he says, trying poorly to hide his shit-eating grin. Oh god, what does he think he knows now?

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired…” you taper off when you notice the look the two give each other.

“Okaaay, whatever you say,” he says in a sing-songy voice. You groan and roll your eyes.

“Well I don’t know about you two, but I’m gonna go explore the set,” you say, trying to get a minute to yourself. It’s just all been a little overwhelming and the last thing you need is your uncles scheming over whatever it is they’re scheming over because if there’s anything you know, it’s that look.

“Have fun, love. We’ll be here if you need us” Uncle Bri reminds you for the thousandth time. You thank him and wander off on your own.

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As the days go by, you fall into a routine. They don’t need you there at a specific time so you definitely consider yourself lucky in that regard. All of the actors have to be at hair and makeup typically at around 6. You shuffle in at a comfortable 10, say hi to anyone who isn’t currently working on a scene, and hide away in one of the back rooms with the writers.

The script has already been put out of course, but they still meet every day to talk about potential revisions or go over their work with the rest of the cast and crew. While definitely on different sides of the globe from each other, what they do isn’t very far from what you do. At least it’s on the same planet. Which would be a first in this new world of Hollywood. So you’d say things are going pretty smoothly. You haven’t yet had to dig deep and reveal anything about yourself or your history that you didn’t want to.

Of course, though, the universe can’t let you stay comfortable for very long. It needs to have its fun in throwing you for a loop just once you think you’ve got things figured out. This loop comes in the form of none other than Rami Malek. At first, that is.

It starts like any other day. You come into the studio in your baggy hoodie, with your messy hair strewn everywhere, and your headphones in with the volume up as loud as it will go. You yawn and scrub at your eyes. You were up pretty late working on that same damn song, it’s just been eating away at you. The day you figure out how that bridge works will be a goddamn national holiday in your book. You groan and continue down the winding hallways.

When Rami comes up behind you and taps your shoulder, you jump out of your skin and your soul just about leaves your body. You rip your headphones out and turn around to see him giggling like a toddler and you gasp, grasping your chest dramatically.

Your heart flutters at the carefree expression on his face and you swallow down and try to ignore the emotions so obviously bubbling up to the surface. You can’t help but stare though, it’s not your fault that he’s absolutely breathtaking. You’re confident that his jawline could cut steel. This time, your admiration slides and he doesn’t notice because he’s still pulling himself together after the little incident.

He’s wearing Freddie’s angry lizard jacket and he’s got the fake teeth in. He’s the spitting image of Freddie and it honestly would have been a little jarring if it weren’t for him being so warm and open, squashing any possible nerves you may have before they even have the time to fully form.

“Sorry!” he chokes out, swallowing the last of his giggles. “I really didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you heard me walking up, but I guess not,” he says and gestures at your headphones dangling down and twirling together.

“Jesus Christ, Rami. You do know that you almost killed me, right? I literally almost died right here!” you say, still playing it up a little bit. You can’t keep a straight face for long though and break eye contact to laugh under your breath. “Anyways, what’s up? I haven’t seen you in a while! You look great, I must say” you point out, referencing the outfit.

“I always look great, darling,” he says, putting on Freddie’s accent. You raise your arms in surrender and he shoots you a grin. Suddenly he’s Rami again, just like that. “So I’ve got that one big scene tomorrow and I feel like something is off with my performance and I just can’t put my finger on it. I was wondering if you were free later tonight after we’re done shooting to go over the script with me?” you’re not sure if he’s doing it on purpose, but he’s giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Oh, I know that feeling,” you say, thinking back to your stupid song. Maybe you can play it for him and get his input? You quickly brush off the thought, this is about him, not you. “And of course! I’d love to!” You can’t even pretend you aren’t honored and a little excited to see him later. Even though you’ve fallen in love with your little routine, you have a real soft spot for this boy.

“Perfect! I can’t wait to see you then” he waves as he walks off. You wave back and once he’s turned the corner, you can’t contain your giddiness. Before you know it, you’re hopping and -hopefully- internally squealing like a schoolgirl. He’s just so cute, okay? It’s not fair. It shouldn’t be legal.

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You spend the rest of your day curled up in the bean bag chair in the corner of the writers' room going over a thousand different scenarios in your head, both eagerly and anxiously awaiting the end of filming. You’ve really been thrown for a loop here, going from total isolation to the midst of practically a high school crush. You’re not even entirely sure why, there’s just something about him. You’re not quite sure whether you like it or not, but there’s one thing you do know. Denying it won’t get you anywhere, you’ve been down that road before.

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Eddit : creddit for this meme to @beatlemaniac00

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samxslaughter · 5 years ago

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*not my image, found on facebook*

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forever-rogue · 5 years ago

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The Boyfriend Mission

A/N: This is for @killer-queen-xo, who was one of the Halloween Contest winners! Congrats and amazing job, and I love you! I hope you (and everyone else) enjoys this! It’s a little good old fashioned fake dating fic staring the one and only Ben! Who doesn’t want a sweet old Benny Boy for Christmas, honestly?

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: None (fluff)

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"Y/N? Y/N?" you were frozen for a moment, the phone still clutched to your ear as you heard your mother repeatedly calling your name. Her question had stunned you and instead of finding any type of response, your body had responded with silence, "are you still there?"

"Yes," you finally snapped back into attention, running a hand nervously through your hand as you tried to ignore the question, "sorry almost dropped the phone."

"You didn't answer my question, darling," she already knew what you were doing and you flopped on the couch, groaning internally. You knew you could only blame yourself, realizing now that you should have kept your mouth shut the whole time, "don't try and avoid the question! You know we just want to meet him. You've been gushing about for months now!"

"Gushing is a strong way of putting it," you tried to defend yourself even though you knew you had been playing it up to make it seem like you had suddenly acquired the world's best boyfriend, "it's nothing serious, Mother."

"Don't Mother me, Y/N," she laughed lightly, "just bring him over for Christmas Eve dinner. Everyone's coming and we won't bite. We just want to meet the man who has seemingly won over your heart. Yes?"

"Is it even worth it for me to try and argue?"

"Not really," she insisted, having long already made up her mind. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you knew you had to come with some sort of plan. There was definitely not getting out of this mess...which you more or less had created yourself.

"What if he's already busy, Mum?" it was a last ditch effort but also a valid question...what if this imaginary man already had a plan? It was Christmas after all and people made plans left and right. You could hear her tutting at you on the other side of the line.

"Is he?" she was going to break you down and really wasn't going to let it go.

"I dunno," you sighed wanting to sink into the couch and disappear. Why? Why had you lied? If you had just been honest with your family in the first place you wouldn't be in this position. But no, you just hadn't want to admit that you were still single and receive everyone's pity. And now you were going to have to explain why you lied in the first place and receive that pity instead. What a mess you created for yourself.

"Exactly," you could practically hear the smile in her voice. Although she was pushy, you knew she meant well, "so just ask this mystery boy if he's free and if he that we'd love to meet him."

"Fine, okay," you gave in, ever so reluctantly, "I'll ask him and see what he says."

"Don't make it sound like a death sentence! You always love coming home for Christmas," she reminded as you groaned lightly at her, mumbling under your breath, "what did you say his name was?"

Fuck, you thought to yourself as you tried to come up with a name. But after a couple seconds of fruitless searching you just said, "it's a surprise. Don't want to go and spoil everything!"

"You are a strange little thing," there was a fondness to her voice and you relaxed a little bit, "just find out if he can come and let us know!"

"I will, Mum. In fact, I'll go and ask him right now," you lied, squeezing your eyes shut, "talk to you soon."

"Talk to you soon, love. Can't wait!"

Before she could yet another word in edgewise, you ended the call and chucked your phone across the room burrowed your face into the pillows. It was a terrible mess you had created for yourself and you had no one to blame but yourself. Now you only had a few days to find a solution.

Right now that required a nap, you had decided. A nap probably wouldn't really help, considering it was already later in the evening and you needed to do some serious problem solving. But a nap was a nap and you couldn't argue with the pull of sleep you were experiencing.

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You woke up in the middle of a dream, sitting up bolt right as you tried to catch your breath and calm your mind down from the unsettling mental images. You ran a hand through your disheveled hair before tying it up and out of your face. Grabbing your blanket, you made a quick decision and headed out of your apartment and down the hall. You realized it was late, probably almost sometime in the morning, and wondered if you should even bother to see if he was awake.

But Ben was your best friend, your rock and confidant, and he was always there for you, as you were for him. That, and the fact they you lived so close didn't hurt either. You knocked quietly on his door, deciding that if you didn't hear anything from the inside the apartment within a few minutes, you'd scurry back home. Part of you hoped he wouldn't be available and part of you hoped he opened the door and would usher you inside.

Just as you were about to give up and head back to your own apartment, he opened the door, a smile immediately crossing his features when he realized it was you.

"Hi love," he rubbed lightly at his eyes, and you wanted to kick yourself when you realized you had most likely woken him up, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Oh Ben," you sighed lightly, "I didn't mean to wake you up. I'm sorry, I should have checked the time. Ugh, I'm just striking out left and right today."

"It's never a bother with you," he insisted, opening the door and reaching for your hand to pull you inside. You weren't about to argue, already feeling better by just his presence.

He led you into the kitchen, and you immediately hopped onto the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as you watched him reach for mugs in order to make some hot chocolate. Ben always knew exactly how to make you feel better.

"Now tell me," he said as he flicked his eyes over to you momentarily, "what's eating you up?"

"I'm in trouble," you sighed as you rested your head against the wall, "big trouble."

"What!?" you heard the clinking of spoons on the ceramic of the mugs as he whipped around and stared at you, very concerned expression on his face, "what happened?"

"Umm, oops?" perhaps you should have specified that it wasn't actual trouble. Judging by his expression, he was ready to stow you away and keep you safe, "it's nothing too terrible, really. I'm not in danger by any means."

"Jesus Christ, Y/N," he let out a sigh of relief went back to the hot chocolate, asking his head lightly at you, "you can't just go around saying things like that without context. Marshmallows?"

"Obviously," you replied watching as he reached into cabinet and pulled out the small bag of mini marshmallows. It was hard not to let your eyes linger on him, watching the muscles of his back and arm flex, apparent still under his sweatshirt. Sometimes it was hard to pretend you weren't absolutely in love with your best friend. Especially when he was so kind, gentle, amazing, handsome, and wonderful. You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn't even realize he was talking to you, holding out your mug.

"Earth to Y/N," he said gently as he nudged your leg with his. You came back to reality and took the cup from his hand, your face heating up under his gaze. Taking the mug from his hand, and bringing it to your lips and taking a drink of the warm, sweet, liquid.

Ben watched you with a smile on his face, silently trying to pick your brain. You were feeling shy all of a sudden, something you rarely experienced with your best friend.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked as he hopped up and sat next to you, his body touching yours and sending little jolts of electricity through your body.

"Nothing," you lied as you set the mug down and let out a long sigh. He mirrored your actions as he patiently waited for you to continue on. There was something different about tonight, the way the two of you were interacting that was different. You wondered if he somehow knew that you were in love, if you somehow had spilled your secret.

You had liked him for some time, and always wondered if he felt the same; but you had talked yourself out of that idea. This was Ben after all, and there was almost no way that someone like him would you like. At least that's what you had convinced yourself. And you were sure of that. Mostly anyways.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re in trouble?” you had gotten so caught in trying to suppress your feelings for him that you’d completely lost sight of the real reason you’d come to him in the first place.

“Oh! That,” you laughed lightly as he raised his eyebrows at you, “you’re going to laugh and make fun of me…”

“I would do no such thing,” he promised, and it was your turn to give him the look, “fine, so I might. But, as your best friend, I promise to try and help you find a solution to this problem. Now, go on.”

“Okay,” you started and let out a long sigh, “so a few months ago, I was at a family thing and everyone was talking about who they were dating and all that jazz, and then they got to me. I panicked and didn’t want to be the only single one, again, so I lied and said I was dating someone.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Ben was already cracking up with laughter, his shoulders shaking as he tried to control himself, “so, rather than just admit you were single, you lied and said you were dating someone?”

“Yup,” you admitted, popping the P loudly, “it was a spur of the moment decision that I didn’t really think through.”

“Ahhh, well it can’t be that bad,” he insisted, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. His touch was warm, and part of you was glad that it lingered for a few moments longer than necessary, “I’m sure it’ll blow over soon. They’ll probably have forgotten it by now.”

“Umm, well, that’s where the real trouble comes in,” you sighed, bracing yourself for his reaction, “I kind of just kept up with lie and Mum called today and asked me to bring him, my completely fake boyfriend, to Christmas.”

“Oh…boy,” he let out a long breath and you nodded in agreement, “you just couldn’t let it go?”

“You know how I am,” you said, taking another hearty slip of hot chocolate. You noticed that he seemed to tense up a little bit at the mention of a boyfriend. It gave you a moment of thinking that maybe he was jealous. But there was nothing to be jealous of it seemed, “and now I don’t know what to do.”

“How about a breakup?” he suggested and you mulled it over in your mind briefly. It did seem like a solid plan, but at the same time, it would be highly suspicious timing.

“Too risky. A holiday break up? Seems unlikely, and something that would realistically happen after the holidays.”

“Accident?”

“Too dramatic,” you sighed, “people would ask questions and it seems like too complicated of a lie to even start.”

“Already busy?”

“That was going to be my go to,” you confessed, and wondered if you should just go with that plan, “but Mum’s been really insistent and she’s not going to let it go until she meets him. This him that’s totally fake.”

There were a few moments of pause as the two of you sat there in silent contemplation. Without thinking, you put your head on his shoulder and rested it there. It only took a moment before he rested his head on top or yours, giving the crown of your head a quick kiss. Your face lit up at the contact, even though it was just coming from him. Best friends did stuff like this, right?

“What if…you brought me?” he finally said after a few moments, an odd sort of excitement in his voice. He gently got off the counter and tried to read your reaction. You were more stunned than anything else, so you watched him in silence as he took your hands in his, “it’ll be perfect! And we can easily sell the act.”

“But…my family already knows you,” was the only response you were able to get out. The idea of Ben being your boyfriend, even if it was just pretend, was enough to send your heart thumping rapidly. You weren’t going to lie like you hadn’t imagined this exact scenario a million times before, “it wouldn’t really work.”

“Sure it would! You’ll just say that you didn’t want to ruin anything, or give anything away just yet but surprise it’s me!” he had come up with a brilliant plan, even you had to admit that one. His green eyes were shining as he hoped you would agree to it. Little did you know that an idea of his own had most popped into his mind, “besides, your family loves me!”

“But what about after Christmas?” you reminded him, “what happens when we inevitably have to break up and then we remain best friends? Wouldn’t that be weird?”

“We can cross that bridge when we get there,” he promised, but you were still hesitant. It was a good plan, but you didn’t want your real feelings for Ben to get in the way. And even with a fake breakup, you knew it would hurt like hell, “come on love, this will work.”

“I dunno,” you sighed at him, “it might just be easier to admit I lied.”

“Nonsense,” he insisted, “I promise you that this plan is brilliant and nothing will go wrong. Now what do you say? Are you down? If nothing else, think of it as an adventure!”

“Ben Jones, you will be the absolute death of me,” how easily you melted at his smile, the way a single soft curl fell onto his forehead, everything about him made you melt and feel like a blushing school girl more than anything.

“Andddd?” he ask expectantly, and as much as you realized this was going to be interesting, and probably end up hurting more than anything else, you said decided to acquiesce to his request.

“Okay,” you nodded and he let out a small cheer. It seemed odd to you that he was so into this whole plan, but who were you to argue with him? You got off the counter when held out your hand to him, “let’s do this, fake boyfriend.”

“The pleasure is all mine, fake girlfriend,” he took your hand in his much larger one and shook it firmly. You had either just made a huge mistake, or a brilliant plan. It was a fine line between the two, but you were eager to see how it panned out.

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“You need to breathe,” Ben whispered into you ear as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. You looked at him and nodded lightly letting out the long breath you had been holding in. As soon as you had gotten out of his car, nerves took over and you were suddenly regretting your whole plan.

It was a crazy plan, having him pretend to be you boyfriend in front of your whole family and then spending the night together, trapped in the same bedroom. What could possibly go wrong? Besides everything anyways.

“Right,” you said as you shot him an anxious smile, “my brain’s going a million miles an hour and it’s hard to remember how to function.”

“You’re actually nervous,” he seemed amused by that fact as you glowered at him. It was easy for him to do all this, he just had to play along, but you were the only who had to sell it. He leaned over and kissed the side of your head, getting into the role of doting boyfriend, “although it’s super cute, you have no reason to be. It’ll be fine.”

“I...what?” you asked just as your mom opened the door, her arms already open to pull you in for a hug. But once she realized who you were with, she stopped short, a confused expression on her face.

“Ben?” she looked between the two of you, “you’re dating Ben? He’s the boyfriend?”

“Yup, that’s it,” your eyes widened with fear for a moment, sure she was going to call your bluff, “I’ve been seeing Ben.”

“Oh sweetheart,” she threw her arms around you and gave you a tight squeeze, rocking you back and forth, “that’s absolutely wonderful news! And Ben! How perfect!”

She let go of you and wrapped him up next, not even letting him get a word in edgewise. You knew she had always loved Ben, but you never realized just quite how much.

“You two make a lovely couple,” she pushed the two of you closer together and studied you closely, “I always had a feeling it would end up being the two of you. I had hoped anyways, you were always so right for each other.”

Your heart plummeted at her words when you realized how this meant to her. She thought this was real, and here you were living a lie. You exchanged a quick glance with Ben and he just gave you a smile followed by a light shrug. If you didn’t know any better you’d swear he was in cahoots with her.

“Oh well, you know,” you looked at Ben and waited for him to jump and help out, just he either purposely was ignoring your silent plea for help or blissfully ignorant. You nudged his hip lightly, “sometimes these things take time but work out…”

“I’m so happy for the two of you,” she took a hand from each of you and pulled you both inside the warmth of the house which was filled with all sorts of delicious smells, “everyone’s going to be so happy to hear the wonderful news!”

“Mum, it’s okay, you don’t need to make an announcement,” you tried to stop her, but it was already too late. She left the two of you in the foyer, and momentarily thought about just turning around and running away, but the soft look on Ben’s face told you otherwise. He helped you take off your jacket and beanie, hanging them up.

“Well,” he said as he took off his own gear, “see that went well! I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“You idiot,” you hissed at him, whacking his arm lightly, “why you’d just along with it!? You should have said something!”

“And just what would I had told her?” he threw his hands up in the air, “sorry to disappoint you, but we’re actually just joking?”

“Not that exactly,” you sighed, rubbing at your temples. This was going to get out of control and fast, “I dunno, Benny. Let’s just not play it up too much…it’s going to hurt them enough when I tell them we’re breaking up. I never thought she’d be this into the idea of us. Fuck!”

“I guess at least she doesn’t hate the idea,” he shrugged and you supposed he was right. You nodded and took his hand, pulling him along with you into the living room, where you could hear the rest of your family. This was going to be a long, long day.

Ben hung back for a second, holding onto your hand and keeping you back. You turned to him with a confused expression and wondered what he was doing.

“Ben?” you asked as he pulled you toward him, leaving only a small distance between your bodies. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of him; your heart was thumping wildly and you were sure he could hear it. He reached up and put his hand on your cheek, tracing his fingers over the high points. You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Ben? What’re you doing?”

But he didn’t respond with words, instead he closed the gap between the two of you and pressed his lips against yours. It was soft and gentle, and was much shorter than you had wanted. You found a small, sad little sound leaving your mouth when he pulled away. Needless to say you definitely hadn’t been expecting that, but it had been just as perfect as you had always imagined.

“What was that for?” your voice was small and almost shaky as your whole body got hot. Ben’s cheeks were flushed as he seemed to think you didn’t like what he had done.

“Just...for practice,” he explained hastily, clearing his throat. If you didn’t know any better, you were almost sure he was lying, “we have to make it look convincing, right?”

“R-right,” you replied, wishing he would look in the eyes. You opened your mouth to say something else, but before anything else left your mouth, your dad walked in, a devilish little grin on his face.

“And hello my darling,” he engulfed you in his arms, and at this point, you had just decided to give in and not even try and argue. Everyone was so set in their own ideas and you likely weren’t going to change their minds.

“Hi dad,” you mumbled as you pulled away and he turned to Ben. There was a gleam in his eye that suggested, much like your mother, he was beyond excited that you and Ben were finally a couple.

“Young man,” he gave Ben a firm handshake and you totally expected him to go straight into a speech about how he would kill him if he ever broke your heart - you know the typical dad speech. But he didn’t, instead just grinning as he looked between the two of you, “I’m so happy for both of you. Can’t say I’ve been waiting for this one for time, but I’ve been waiting for this one for some time! It’s about time I dare say, how long have the two of you been flirting around now? Years?”

“It’s been a long time coming, sir,” Ben was just eating it up and going along with everything while you just wanted to sink into the floor. You knew Ben always had a little flair for the dramatics, but you didn’t think it would translate quite to this, “I guess we just needed to do it on our own time.”

“All good things take time,” he shot him a wink and you were internally screaming at the both of them.

“I guess the next question will be when are you giving us all grandchildren?” this time your mouth hung open and you grabbed your dad’s arm and started steering him towards the living room. As much as you found your family overbearing, right now you were looking for any excuse to get away from this conversation.

“Dad, not the time,” you hissed at him, attempting to give him a stern look, “besides, it must be getting close to time for dinner, right?”

Ben was biting his lip as he trailed after the two of you. If he was being honest, everyone else was basically doing the job for him; he had been planning on finally professing his love for you for some time, but he had never quite knew how to do it.

When you had first proposed your little plan to him, he had practically jumped for joy when he realized this was it. This was how he was going to finally get you...or so he hoped. He was almost positive you had the same feelings for him that he had for you, but he could never be completely positive.

But the way you had responded to his kiss and the way you seemed flustered and worried about every little thing told him all he needed to know. He was definitely willing to take the help and bust your family was giving him.

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The rest of the afternoon and evening had passed in somewhat of a blur, and thankfully no one else had been as pushy as your parents. Everyone else was merely glad to see you with Ben, after a lifetime of friendship, finally together. You got a few little I told you so comments but that was the extend of it.

Ben played the perfect doting boyfriend, holding your hand and touching you at all the right times. His face lit up whenever he turned to look at you, and it made your heart soar; he was convincing, very convincing and you knew it was going to hurt like a bitch when it had to inevitably end. All you had ever was someone that looked at you the way Ben had been, the way Ben had been talking about you. But it wasn’t real, and you had to constantly remind yourself of that. You did know one thing though - whatever girl ended up with him was going to be very, very lucky.

“Y/N?” you snapped your head in your mother’s direction and waited for her to go on, “I’ve got your bedroom all cleaned up for you. I’m sure you and Ben have no problem sharing it for the night.”

“Oh, no. Of course not,” you gave her a tight lipped smile as Ben played with a lock of your hair, beaming at you. You looked at your watch and noticed that it was already late and realized what she was trying to get across, “well, I guess we’ll retire for the evening. Thank you all for everything, and we will see you in the morning.”

“Good evening to both of you,” she grinned at you as you bid everyone else a good night. Ben took your hand in his and entwined your fingers as you waved to everyone else.

You remained silent as you walked up the stairs, wondering if Ben was going to let go of your hand as soon as you were out of everyone’s line of sight. But he didn’t; he took the lead, a sort of weird silence falling between the two of you. Normally it was a comfortable silence, but today it was more weird, different from what it usually was.

As soon as you got into the room, you closed the door and locked it, leaning against it as you let out a long sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“That went well,” Ben flopped on the bed, a proud little smile on his pouty lips. Ones that you totally weren’t thinking about kissing then and there. Definitely not.

“Ben,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “what the hell was that? You were putting on way more of a show than necessary! They’re going to be crushed when I tell them we broke up. I...I didn’t expect them all to be so into it. Was everyone just expecting, like what the hell?”

“Is it that weird?” Ben felt a rush of nerves, but he knew it was his time to finally confess. You gave him a shrug as you tried to realize what he was playing at. He got off the bed and took a step closer to you, leaving a little room between both of you.

“I mean, kind of,” you admitted, “we’ve been best friends since we were what? Seven? Eight?”

“Eight,” he confirmed, “twenty long years.”

“Right,” you met his eyes and found that there was an unreadable expression in his eyes, “and if something was meant to happen, then it would have by now, right? I mean we’ve had plenty of opportunities and we’ve dated other people.”

“And how well have those relationships worked out?”

“Not well,” you gave in, remembering your slew of past boyfriends and girlfriends that just never seemed to work out, “but I just...we haven’t found the one.”

“What if we have?” he suggested and while you were hoping you knew what he was referring to, you didn’t want to get your hopes up and have your heart broken, “what if we’ve known for years?”

“What do you mean?” you were playing dumb, but the way he stepped closer to you and the little smirk playing on features were all highly suggesting you that he knew that you knew exactly what he meant.

“I think you know, love,” he was right before you know and ever so gently putting his hands on either side of your face. His touch was warm and you thought you might explode from all the of feelings stirring around inside of you, “I think we’ve both known for a long time, just like everyone else.”

“But we haven’t...” you trailed off, lost for words as you stared at his eyes, watching them study you so closely, occasionally flicking to your lips, “ever said anything...or done anything.”

“Maybe it’s a been long time coming,” he ghosted his fingertips over the high points of your face, “just like everyone’s been saying.”

“Do you...like me?” you blurted out suddenly, feeling more shy suddenly than anything else. He let out a small laugh himself, nodded to confirm your question, “oh? Oh. Oh?”

“I have for a long time, Y/N,” he finally admitted, feeling more free and happy than he had in a long time, “I just never quite knew how to tell you. What if you didn’t feel the same way? I would have made a fool out of myself and then been heartbroken. And then when you mentioned this whole needing a boyfriend for Christmas, I thought it was the perfect idea and time to finally tell you.”

“You like me?” you repeated, the grin on your face spreading from ear to ear, “I like you too, Ben. A whole lot, but I never thought that you’d feel the same.”

“And just why not?” he was amused by your answer.

“Because it’s you.”

“Well, it’s just so happens that I like you very much,” all of the fears you had felt suddenly seemed to leave your body and you felt a sense of happiness you couldn’t even begin to explain, “so I’ll sum this up, you like me and I like you.”

“Yes,” you felt breathless as you beamed at him and he got slowly closer and closer to you, mere millimeters between your lips.

“And now I’m going to kiss you,” he concluded.

“And now you’re going to kiss me,” you agreed before crashing your lips onto his and snaking your arms around his neck and pulling him tightly against your body. His hands went to your hips as he held you close, your bodies melding perfectly into one another. It was a perfect fit, just like you had always imagined. You had always wondered what he felt like, how he tasted, and needless to say it was all that you had imagined, and so much more.

“Hey,” he said as he pulled back after a few moments of frantic kissing and hands roaming each other’s bodies.

“Hey,” you grinned at him.

“I don’t just like you,” he whispered gently, “I’m in love with you. So in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too.”

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oasis-for3v3r · 4 years ago

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Hey yall.

I’ve finally decided that I’m gonna write fan fiction. After nearly 2 years of debating, I’m gonna do it. I’m tired of starting a new “passion project” and stopping because it’s “too hard” or “takes too long”. I’m gonna freaking do it.

I write for queen, the Beatles,David Bowie and whoever else’s I’m interested in.

So if you know me, help a girl out. Send in requests , ideas, thoughts, emojis. I’m gonna do it.

Thanks for listening to me.

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a-froger-epic · 4 years ago

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Hey ummm.. do you have any Freddie (or Queen) x Male reader recs? I've been dying for that perspective

Oooh, I do not actually because I literally never read any reader inserts but, you know what, I'd be interested, too. 👀

Anyone??

Or am I gonna have to write one? lmao

#freddie mercury #Reader insert #ask response

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swan--writes · 5 years ago

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Hey! I'm absolutelly in love with your words. So, what about a Dewey/Fermale reader with Love of My Life by Queen

You’re so sweet, thank you so much!

I teared up immediately upon seeing this request. And you all know what that means! Buckle up y’all, we’re going ANGSTING.

Words: ~970

Dewey shoved his hands into his pockets. He hunched his shoulders against the rain, eyes squinting through the grey and the fog and the chill. It had been stupid not to bring an umbrella, or at least wear a raincoat. That was fitting, he supposed. He had done a lot of stupid things lately.

He stopped using the software that Horace Green provided to ensure his students were practicing. He didn’t show up for Ned’s birthday. He had forgotten to pay his cable bill, and now he had no internet at his apartment. But all of that could be traced back to one, very simple, very stupid mistake.

Dewey had let you go. You were the love of his life, and he watched you walk away.

Love of my life, you’ve hurt me.

It had been just another spat – a stupid argument – until it wasn’t. Until there were tears streaking down your face.

You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me.

Until you were running out the door of his apartment with your coat in hand. You hadn’t even been willing to stay long enough to put it on.

Love of my life, can’t you see?

You hadn’t known how important the day was to him, how much it hurt him that you hadn’t been there. But you couldn’t get out of work. It wasn’t your fault, and he had blamed you anyway.

Bring it back, bring it back.

How could he get you back now?

Don’t take it away from me, because you don’t know…

So, here he was, standing on a street corner in the cold rain, staring solemnly up at your apartment building as he had done every day for the whole week.

What it means to me.

After a long moment, you turned away and let the curtain fall behind you. Dewey couldn’t see you from the street, but you could see him clearly. His hair was sticking to his forehead, black with the rain and unmoving in the wind. He wouldn’t come up to see you. Why would he? You had missed the anniversary of the day he started at Horace Green.

It was a Thursday, you couldn’t get the day off work. Somehow an argument about you not knowing how important the day was to him turned into an argument about you continuing to waitress when you could just move in with him. With his income from Horace Green, Dewey could support you until you found a ‘real job.’ He had no way of knowing how much that hurt you, and not just because you genuinely wanted to move in with him.

That was true – you did want to move in. You didn’t want to have to trudge back to your apartment late at night, or shuffle there first thing in the morning. You didn’t want to wake up confused whenever you slept at home and Dewey wasn’t beside you. You didn’t want to have to throw your shoes in the washer almost every night so that they wouldn’t smell like Jack Daniel’s. But you had been applying for other jobs, and so far, none of them had even interviewed you.

Dewey didn’t know any of that. You hadn’t wanted him to. He spent so much time praising your successes, your skills, you didn’t want him to know you were failing.

Love of my life, don’t leave me.

And now, it seemed, you had lost him. You hadn’t heard from him all week.

You’ve stolen my love, you now desert me.

He stood on the corner across from your apartment building every day after school, but he never came to you. Not that you could blame him. You were the one who left in the first place.

Love of my life, can’t you see?

The wind slammed into your building and the lights flickered, but you barely took notice. He must be freezing out there. But how could you reach out now? After everything you had said?

Bring it back, bring it back.

Hot tears slipped down your face for what felt like the hundredth time this week. With an arm across your stomach, you collapsed into a chair in your living room.

Don’t take it away from me, because you don’t know…

It had been so long since your heart hurt like this. Dewey had protected it so well. Now your chest was occupied by a hollow ache. You just missed him.

What it means to me.

Without the usual glare from the cold winter sun, Dewey saw movement in what he thought was your window from his place across the street. The rain was seeping into his skin, and he felt it in the marrow of his bones. He would need to wring out his body when he got home. Whenever he chose to go home.

He felt as though he was no longer in control of his body. There was a numbness in him that had nothing to do with the cold. Dewey didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to leave you again. The two of you had done enough walking away already, hadn’t you?

Oh, hurry back…

Dewey’s heart surged forward in his chest, tugging him across the street.

Hurry back.

You stood up from your armchair and wiped away your tears with frustrated hands.

Please bring it back home to me, because you don’t know…

He managed to catch the door from someone on their way out. There was no time for the buzzer.

What it means to me.

You were on your way out of your living room when you heard it. An urgent knock on the door.

Love of my life.

You opened it. His hair was black with the rain and unmoved by his panting. You held out your arms without a word.

Love of my life.

Buy Me a Coffee?

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x-ximenas · 5 years ago

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Midnight (Pt. 2)

Prompt: Midnight - 5SOS. A bit of Stay - Post Malone

Pairing: Female!Reader/Roger Taylor

Warnings: Mentions of sex (I don’t go in full detail, but there are big innuendos), sad sad things and my terrible grammar and punctuation remember English’s not my first language.

Word Count: 3,488 words

A/N: So sorry for taking this long to put this up, been having some trouble with my finals, but I survived!! If you liked this bit, I’d love to hear some comments! If you’d like to be added to a taglist for upcoming parts comment, dm me, ask me… just communicate with me!

A/N pt.2: Like most of the time, I took a few literary liberties, there are some movie things, there’s some real stuff, so… yeah.

A/N pt.3: If you’re looking to read some Brian stuff, I have a multipart story (pt. 1, pt. 2) -sadly not finished- but if you read it and like it I’ll do my best to do something about it.

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The light was streaming through the almost translucent curtains, warming the room up nicely; birds were chirping at each other, content at today’s weather, thankful for a sunny day instead of the typical foggy grey-ish looking one. It looked as if today was a promising day, one to spend outside, walking in a park, maybe having a picnic with your friends; a day to fall in love and to be truly happy even if you were just having a lazy day with your lover.

Roger woke up due to the light that burned his eyelids, indicating that it was early in the morning and that he had to leave before Y/N woke up. Last night was different to him, it felt different at least, they rarely talked about that kind of transcendental stuff -the future, you know?-, they rather just joke around, as if they were real friends, as if they weren’t naked under the covers and they were just lazing.

Last night felt special, he reckoned, they seemed more connected than usual and Roger was okay with that, but simultaneously he was really scared about it, he didn’t tend to form substantial bonds with the people he kept this type of relationships, he rather just do what his body craved for and leave, no more words required, just the carnality of the whole ordeal. But with Y/N was different, there were so many interesting things that he enjoyed about her, and unlike the other woman that he frequented, he had to work to get to her, she was unique because she was herself and nobody else. So why was he so afraid?

With a sigh, he looked over his shoulder, Y/N was still very much asleep on the other side of the bed they were still lying on, small snores slipped from her mouth intermittently, she looked calm, a similar feeling resting on Roger’s chest as he gazed at her with tenderness, a feeling that soon was replaced with pure guilt.

He stretched his arms over his head and stood up wanting to crack his back but stopping so that he wouldn’t wake her up. Even though he had considered staying multiple times he always decided against it, so as usual he just grabbed his things from where they laid randomly on her floor and took them to the hallway, where he started to dress himself in the clothes he found on the way out of her flat.

Like most times, guilt rested on the pit of his stomach making him feel fidgety and uneasy, he hated leaving and he hated lying. He groaned as he rubbed his face with both hands, last night repeating in his head, the question, her skin, her lips, and how she opened up her soul, he was really stupid for ignoring such raw moment and even more for not speaking up.

“Say you’re mine” He groaned, his head lulling forward in concentration, sweat dripping off his face, mixing with hers as it cascaded down the valley of her chest.

“I’m yours.” She moaned into his ear, earning a grunt in return as she clawed at his back, surely leaving some red marks.

The small pang of pain apparently edged Roger as he responded in an animalistic manner: “Yes, you are.”

“And I’m yours” he mumbled, before kissing her, such mumble was lost by the feeling of each other’s lips and the slapping sounds their bodies made as they rocked against one another, the headboard moving in harmony.

He's never felt more alive...

He looked around her flat, taking everything in, truly second-guessing if he should leave or not, but his mind was suddenly taken off the topic when his eyes caught sight of a little notepad lying on her countertop, a pen next to it. A thought crossed his mind and he decided to listen to it, so he grabbed the notepad and pen and wrote down a simple sentence for Y/N to read once she wakes up.

As if a note could make his departure any less hurtful, as if it could cover all the things he was keeping from her.

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Mirroring Roger's wakening, Y/N woke up with the tender touch of the unusual rays of sun grazing the exposed skin of her back, echoing the touch of Roger's coarse fingertips, even in her sleep she swore she could still feel his touch. Unlike earlier in the morning the birds have ceased chirping and the only hint of their presence were their silhouettes intermittently blocking the sunlight; they were basking in the gift that was the sun, its appearance was bizarre, so when the clouds decided to let the star come out and play, nature sung along to the tune that the light gave off.

Even though her brain already knew that Roger was no longer laying next to her, the ghosts that danced on her skin made heart hopeful, she longed to find him in the same place he was in when they decided to fall asleep; reason why when she turned her body on herself and face the other side of the bed, her fingers stretched in search of her partner's body heat, yet she found nothing but coldness and the empty bed, leaving a similar feeling on the centre of her chest. It's amazing how, after all this time, she can still keep her hopes up.

Y/N's hand mindlessly patted around the place where Roger used to rest, and with a saddened sigh, and after finally giving up, she lied on her back, her hand coming up to rest on her forehead, the feeling of emptiness spreading throughout her body at a much slower pace than pleasure spreads out. With a shake of her head, she decided to begin sitting up on the bed, firstly using her elbows then the heels of her hands and when she finally was in a comfortable sitting position she moved her body closer to the headboard as to lean her head on the cold surface.

Yet another sigh escaped her lips as she rubbed the tiredness off her eyes, she didn't necessarily know why she was tired, maybe it was the outcome of last nights events or... she was tired of running around in circles, chasing Roger endlessly on this ridiculous cycle. Now, she groaned in frustration. Y/N had found herself stuck in yet another series of emotions, as of lately her feelings have ranged from love and appreciation to despair and anger, Roger really had her fucked up.

She swiftly threw the scarce covers that were left on her to the other side of the bed making her shiver, consequence of the quick exposure to the sudden gust of air that came through her open window. Her arms flew up to her breasts in an attempt to cover herself both from the cold and the physical vulnerability related to being naked. And like that, she made her way to her bathroom, despite being in her own flat that little walk felt as if it was emulating the popularly known "walk of shame".

Without much going through her head, she started to get the shower ready for her liking, the water hot, but not hot enough to burn her skin red. As she jumped under the constant beating of the water her mind went numb and her actions quickly switched to auto-pilot, she wasn't up to giving the Roger situation more thought, knowing that if she let her head keep weaving this fantasies she will end up hurting herself even further, parallelly, she also knew that picturing tragic and saddening endings to this thing they had going on wasn't any good for her mental health, either. She was perfectly aware of how her mind could wander off and she was afraid that if she let herself do so, she might end up facing Roger and finally wrapping things up before they wrapped themselves, not a happy outcome, though.

Finally turning off the water of her shower she stepped out of the fog with a towel loosely wrapped around her chest as she held another towel to her hair, giving it a soft yet lazy massage as if to dry it up. On her way out the bathroom to her room, she quickly exchanged the hair towel with a brush, carefully unknotting the mess that was her hair.

With a huff, she opened her closet doors, looking for something nice to wear on an equally as nice day. She was going out with Kat and Donna once again, just this time they decided it was wiser to meet in this sweet little café before heading to Biba instead of meeting at a pub to watch Y/N's lover perform. She quickly threw on her underwear and some bell-bottom brown suede pants, a white button-down sleeveless shirt with a barely-there flower design; and for shoes, a pair of heeled brown and beige suede loafers.

She took a quick glance on her full body mirror, trying to make up her mind on how many buttons she was going to leave unbuttoned. After making up her mind, she was begging to the gods that the mark Roger left wasn't visible if she were to bent over a bit or if the flap of the shirt were to move slightly. Huffin out, her eyes quickly diverted to her face -she decided to ignore the hickey, it was there, fuck what people thought- her hair was brushed out, parted by the middle, sho all she did was brush the front strands behind her ears with the help of a white headband. As she got closer to examine her face, she quickly made up her mind to not over-do her make-up, she'll just brush her eyebrows, add some black mascara to both her top and bottom eyelashes and paint her lips a soft hue of pink.

With a shake of her head, she made her way to her small living room, deciding it was rather wise to water her plants and feed the cat before she went out with the girls. As she poured water on the mildly dry soil she muttered soft encouraging words, complimenting the way that their flowers bloomed or how green their leaves were, caressing the beautiful plants that made her home look lively, plants that she took care of religiously, keeping her somewhat grounded and making her small flat look lively, turning it into a home of her own. Next, she opened the door to her flat, knowing that it was almost certain that Whiskers was standing patiently outside waiting for her daily treat, although Whiskers wasn't hers, she loved him endlessly, he was a lovely cat, endlessly spoiled by everyone that lived in the building.

After leaving a small plate with food outside her door, she took her bag and left the flat, locking the door behind her -a thing that she had initially forgotten about-. As she walked down the street, she took notice on how despite it being sunny outside, a nice gentle breeze of air run from one side of the city to the other, and how when she got tired of the burning sun and she decided to hide herself in the shadows the buildings casted she got cold. Still, she made her way to the café near Biba that the trio frequented, her stomach groaning in protest as she realised she hadn't even had the care of taking an apple or some other snack to eat on her way to the café.

When she got there, she found herself facing the quiet little café, Donna nor Kat anywhere to be seen, so she made her way to one of the tables in the back, a waiter not far behind her, offering a menu with a soft smile. She quickly scanned the menu, pretending to make up her mind in something to eat, the waiter just stood there with a smile, Y/N went there quite often and she always ordered the same thing, he was taking her order in consideration, because the people behind the bar were already making her usual.

"I'll have... I don't know, the usual I guess" she answered, there you have it, bingo!

Everyone in here knew her already, the trio had the tendency to hang out there every once in a while, sometimes they just went there to relax or study, other times they reunited to chat and eat, prepare themselves before heading to Biba or whatever store they had in mind that day.

Y/N waited for her friends to arrive, they usually arrived on time, but strangely enough, the pair were taking a little more time to get there. You see, Kat and Donna were roommates, which made hanging out way easier for the three girls, they could all chill in Kat and Donna's place and have Y/N share a bed with one of them. Also, that meant that when they decided to go out Kat and Donna arrived simultaneously, and usually quite punctually, maybe they overslept.

Though Y/N's thoughts were quickly diverted when she saw Roger walking past the café, a know quickly forming on the pit of her stomach and maybe even her throat when she saw the same brunette from the night before running to catch up with him right in front of the large window showcasing the place, right in front of Y/N. It all seemed like a very poor written joke and she was having none of it, especially after seeing how the brunette's hand looked for the warmth of Roger's, smiling up to him and getting a smile in return... why couldn't she be her? It wasn't fair, it wasn't right, she felt played with, was she just that? A toy?

The clearing of a throat broke her out of her sad daze, as the waiter from before looked at her with an understanding smile, placing her black tea in front of her along with a croissant and a pain au chocolat; she smiled in return, though the smile never reached her eyes and the hunger she once felt when she arrived quickly dissipated into a feeling of nothingness, sickness even.

With a mumble of a 'thanks' she started to play around with her food, adding sugar and milk to her tea, even though she didn't really think she was going to drink it, too afraid that it would propitiate her sickness. But she didn't need to eat or drink anything to make the queazy feeling in her stomach grow, no siree, all she needed was to see Roger and the girl walking into the café, holding hands, finger intertwined.

Her gaze never left him as her eyes quickly watered, and he felt her eyes on him, how couldn't he? He had seen her the moment they stopped in front of the little place, he knew this place from Y/N's stories, he was well aware that this place was Y/N's little place and here he was, standing with another woman by his side, oh how he felt stupid right now, he knew he shouldn't have walked in there, he knew he was making a huge mistake, but he wasn't able to stop Gina -that was the brunette's name- from entering the warm looking café.

Roger had met Gina not too long ago, he had bumped into her at Biba to be exact when looking for clothes with Freddie and Mary. He wasn't planning on talking to her, but she was too kind and too sweet, and he was too stupid, he never dared stop her from talking. And one thing let to the other, and next thing you know they were seeing one another, Gina didn't know about Y/N and Y/N didn't know about Gina, until know, and he could feel the betrayal in her eyes without even looking at her, he had turned Y/N down so many times, too scared to fuck things up; but here he stood with another girl under his arm, a real douche.

Y/N's hand shakily rose, calling for the waiter, she was taking her food with her and she was heading back home, she couldn't stand the thought of being near them, she didn't know if it was out of pain and hurt or maybe even disgust. He quickly arrived by her side and she gently gave the food back to him, asking if he could wrap it up for her to take and if he could tell her how much she had to pay for it. And so he did.

He returned to the table with her food in a little bag and the bill for her breakfast, so she was quick to pull out some pounds, not caring for how much money she was leaving as tip, she was aching to leave and so she did, only bothering to write a quick apology note to her friends, she knew they'd understand.

As Y/N left the café, Roger finally dared to look at her and in doing so he could tell how badly he had screwed up. Y/N looked gorgeous, with her hair flowing down her back, barely being put back by the pearly white headband that rested on her head, her eyes, despite the sadness that had found its home there, were gorgeously framed by the darkened lashes, lashes that were starting to stain her lids, as they were wet from the tears that threatened to escape her eyes -he had made her cry, and it made him feel awful every time-; her lips that once were painted a light shade of pink were turning a paler shade by the second, as she was removing its colour every time her tongue darted out to wet the drying skin, same skin that was being bitten down as a way to anchor herself to stop the tears from forming. There she went, one of the most beautiful girls he had ever been with, he should've run for her, he should've chased her, but his feet felt heavy as his hand was wrapped around someone else's.

Y/N quickly hailed a passing by cab, wanting to get home as soon as possible, yearning to leave the awful scene behind, same scene that replayed in her head. Roger didn't kiss Gina nor anything close to it, but the proximity that they shared gave Y/N chest pains. She looked out the window absentmindedly as she told the cab driver were to take her, her fingers tracing small figures on her legs, trying to keep herself grounded. Don't cry...

As Y/N's gaze was kept on the outside, she took notice on how the weather changed, the sun that she was awoken by was no longer in sight, hidden behind the typical London clouds, it appeared as if rain was soon to approach but it didn't, it just taunted the brave folks walking around unprotected from the unstable weather. The birds that were once caught flying around had made up their minds and decided on heading back to their respective nests; the warmth that hung on the air had been replaced by stronger winds, leaving Y/N feeling cold not only externally but from the inside as well.

Y/N handed the driver some money and headed to her flat, her feet dragging as she went. The weather had indeed forgiven her, for as she passed the entrance to the complex rain started to pour. With a sigh, she got her keys out, only stopping herself from entering to pet Whiskers, who purred at the saddened woman, he could feel it radiating off of her and he didn't know what else to do to comfort her but this sole thing.

Once she closed the door behind her she fell to the floor, her back against the wood as she just let the tears roll down her cheeks, no sobs came out of her mouth, no sound escaped her, she just wanted to let everything out at once before pretending everything was okay. The living room's window was open, intensifying the lack of warmth in the place, she lived alone but never felt the solitude, not until today, the only company she kept was Whiskers, her plants and Roger, though she quickly realized she had to stop counting him as a company. The tears that were streaming down her face were leaving wet patches on her shirt and pants, not like she minded, but it made her shiver every time wind blew through the window.

She didn't know how long had she been sitting there, just crying her eyes out, but once she felt she had no tears left to cry she stood up, placing the cold food on the countertop and as she was about to open the bag her eyes drifted to a small piece of paper, lying out of place.

Sorry for leaving, dove. Maybe I'll stay one day... A future for the two of us.

// Part 3 //

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somethinginthethunder · 5 years ago

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Closed Doors [Roger Taylor x Reader]

Whoops, I haven’t written in forever :// Anyways this fic is kind of based on Ben Platt’s new single ‘Rain’ and uhh I’ve completely fallen in love with it. It got me into the mood to write again, too. Go check it out of maybe read the lyrics to it!

Summary: Roger’s cheated, and for the first time in years, you’ve decided to close your doors again.

TW: a n g s t, cheating ig, messy, unedited, and ‘eh’ writing

Word Count: 1,280

PART TWO

The soft sound of Eleanor Rigby drifted through the room. You were leaning against the couch’s arm as you watched the TV. To be honest, you weren’t really paying attention. Instead, your mind was on your boyfriend of three years. Roger was due to come home today in an hour or so from an extra-long tour. You both absolutely hated being apart from each other, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make for him.

Your eyes drifted to the pile of mail on the coffee table. You hadn’t gone through it due to laziness. Besides, they were all mostly for Roger, with him being famous and all.

You moved your body to go sit down on the couch, your hands sifting through the mail. Most of them were for Roger, as you had known. Except for one. Your hand hovered of it before picking it up, lifting it to your face. You leaned back on the couch before opening the letter, taking out the letter. A few images fell out of the envelope. They fell on the table, along with a paperclip that must have been holding it together, but came off during the mailing process.

The letter made you nervous for some reason. You unfolded the paper and began reading.

Dear Y/n L/n,

I’m going to cut straight to the chase: Roger’s been cheating on you. WIth me. He has been for a long time, too. Y’know, it was a good deal. We’d... ‘hang out’ together when you weren’t around and then just continue with our lives. But recently he’s been ignoring me. Putting me off without talking to me like an even bigger asshole, y’know? So, to get revenge for him ignoring me, I’ve come to you. Enjoy the pictures I’ve included!

-Constance

There was no last name at the bottom. That was it. You bit your lip. He wouldn’t cheat on you. Would he? He knows how you feel about that. How anybody would feel about that.

Leaning over the table, you looked through the pictures. They were all of some woman and Roger, getting a little too close for comfort in rooms alone, some getting a little more suggestive than others. Your vision slowly became blurry with tears as you put them down. You couldn’t see the face of the woman. They were all scribbled out in ink.

Coincidentally, right when you put the images down, the door had opened.

“Love? I’m home!” a familiar voice called.

Your head turned, seeing your blonde and cheating boyfriend standing in the doorway. You didn’t respond to him, your lips quivering slightly as you stood up.

“Hey, are you okay? Are- are you crying?” he asked as he got closer, putting his bags down.

“Don’t come closer,” you said, your voice more bitter than you thought it would be.

“What? What are you talking about?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“I’m talking about Constance,” you returned, watching as his face froze up. “And how much of a backstabber you are,” you added, voice cracking.

“Y/n, love, I-I’m sorry, It didn’t mean anything,” he started, starting to reach out to you as he stepped closer.

“Then why did you do it, huh?” you asked. You picked up the pictures and letter, shoving them into his hands before storming off to your shared room.

“Y/n. Y/n!” he called as he let the papers fall down from his hands, jogging after you. You shut the door behind yourself, sliding down the smooth wood so you were sitting down, leaning against it. You could hear Roger coming up from behind the door, pausing-- almost hesitantly-- before knocking on it.

“Y/n, please open up,” he begged.

You pulled your knees to your chest as tears started to stream slowly from your eyes.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry that I trusted you with anything, that I had even met you in the first place. You know exactly how I feel about cheating, Roger, and yet you still went and did it,” you bit back, leaning your head back.

“Y/n, please open the door. We can talk about this. Please, Y/n, I’m sorry.” You could hear his voice breaking from the other side, and it almost tempted you in obliging to his wishes. But you controlled yourself. You were not about to let this happen again.

“Three boyfriends. Three boyfriends before you and two of them I am sure cheated on me. But now, I suppose it’s three I’m sure of, huh? My heart has been broken so many times, but I kept on hoping and hoping that maybe, just maybe one day I’d find somebody who would actually care and would stay loyal. I was stupid to think that person would be you. I should’ve known you were like the rest.” You were wiping the tears from your face now. You couldn’t be crying right now. Not for him. He didn’t deserve it. Because if you did cry, that would show he still had a chance. But he didn’t. Not right now.

“I’ve worked so hard to open up my doors again, and now it’s just all gone to waste,” you said, angrier at yourself than at Roger.

“Y/n...” he said after a long pause.”Please come out,” he said one last time. You couldn’t see it from the other side of the door, but he was crying. And hard. He hadn’t remembered the last time he had cried this much.

The rest of the night slowly progressed. You opened the door slightly and looked down the hall, seeing Roger had resorted to sleeping on the couch. You exhaled with relief and called Freddie.

“Hello?” he said from the other line.

“Freddie,” you said quietly back.

“Y/n darling, is that you?” he asked, his voice brightening. “I would have thought you were with Roger catching up on everything from the tour at the moment.”

You cringed at his name.

“Actually, we haven’t really had a chance to catch up,” you admitted softly.

“Oh, why is that?” Fred asked curiously.

“Um, I’ll tell you later. But, is there perhaps a chance that I could stay with you guys? Just for the night, perhaps?” you asked nervously.

“Oh, of course, love! Stay as long as you need. The rest of us in the house miss you, especially me,” Freddie said cheekily.

You laughed quietly. “I miss you all, too. I’ll be over in a moment. Give the cats a kiss for me,” you said.

“Of course! I’ll see you soon. darling,” he answered.

“See you, Fred.”

“See you, Y/n.”

You hung up after another second or so. You stood there for a moment. This was it. You’d stay at Fred’s for now, come back, break off the relationship, and then you’re gone from Roger’s grasp.

You packed up a bag and took your set of keys, opening the door. You hadn’t bothered to leave a note or anything. It didn’t matter too much, anyway. Before you closed the door, though, you took one last glance at Roger. Dried tears were on his face, his eyes shut as he slept peacefully.

You pulled your eyes away from his direction and turned, closing the door and shutting it behind you. You locked it afterward, the key making a soft click as you turned it in the keyhole.

Stepping into your car, you started your way to Freddie’s house, no music playing, no sounds, just you and your thoughts. You gripped the steering wheel tightly, your knuckles turning white as you forced yourself to not look back.

#Roger Taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor reader insert #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor angst #brian may x reader #john deacon x reader #freddie mercury x reader #ben hardy x reader #queen #queen band

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assembledherethevolunteers · 5 years ago

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Krissy’s Masterlist

*-Fluff

^-Smut

#-Angst

I also have warnings before each story/chapter

Future Management (Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader)- #*^

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

It’s Late (Brian May x Fem!Reader)- ^

It’s Late

Christmas in London (John Deacon x Reader)-*

Christmas in London

Party Time (Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader)-#*

Party Time

Collisions and Confessions (Pat Murray x Fem!Reader)

Collisions and Confessions

#krissys writings #fanfic #fan fic writing #ben hardy #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #rami malek #roger taylor #brian may #john deacon #freddie mercury #reader insert

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bri-rog-deak-fred · 6 years ago

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White Queen, How My Heart Did Ache

@ziggymay said to bri-rog-deak-fred:

brian seeing you in the front row of an early queen concert and motioning for you to sneak backstage, pre concert roger bets that he wouldn't get a girl to go home with him that night and when he brings you backstage he tells you and you go along with the bet but you only end up making out and cuddling when you're back at his place:)

Note: eee fluffy brian! I hope you guys like this! something a little different in style! warnings: swearing. whats new. Thank you for requesting love!

It's not like Y/N planned on going out. Not in the slightest. In fact, she would have rather stayed inside, with a good book, cozy pajamas and a nice cup of tea. Actually, that was what she was doing on her couch in her dimly lit flat when her phone annoyingly began to ring. With a loud groan, she got up and trudged to the phone on the wall, tossing her book to the coffee table.

“Y/N speaking.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“Y/N! Are you busy?!” There was the shrill voice of her best friend over the phone.

“A little…” She answers and looks back to her cozy spot on her couch. “Why.”

“Christy dropped out and I have an extra ticket to that band concert tonight! Please please PLEASE come with me!” Her friend begged, desperation bleeding through the phone line.

“I don’t know, Y/F/N-“ She tried, huffing quietly to herself.

“They have an open bar in the back.” Y/F/N said.

“I’ll be there in 20. You’re driving.” Y/N agreed before aggressively hanging up the phone. She even forgot to ask what band they were seeing. With a sigh she switched her telly off and made her way to her quaint room, happy her roommate wasn’t home. She quickly threw on her best pair of high waisted bell bottom jeans and an off the shoulder, burnt orange blouse that tied in a knot in the middle of its sweet heart neckline.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, before adding a pair of golden star earrings, biting her cheeks and hoped she would look at least half decent for the night. Throwing on some lipstick that she tossed in her purse, she left, walking a few minutes down the street to her friend’s flat.

“Bet you won’t”

“Shut it.”

“You woooon’t.”

“Rog, I swear on the good green earth.”

“You won’t, wanker.”

“Roger, I’ll throw your glittery shoes in the trash-“

“Ahhh, Brian.” Freddie Suddenly interjected as Roger and Brian bickered like a married couple. “Sorry dear, but I need to put that black coal on your eyes or you’ll look like a ghost in the photos again.”

“Good. Roger was being an ass.” Brian rolled his eyes as he followed Freddie to a chair, sitting and leaning back as Freddie poked and prodded at his eyes.

“Yeah, cause you’re being a right dick head! I get them every show and so does John and Fred. You need to loosen up, grandma.” Roger fluffed his hair and took his t-shirt off his body and threw it in John’s general direction in the back corner of the smelly back room.

“What are you fussing about?” Freddie asked as he concentrated on applying Brian’s makeup.

Brian licked his lip and let out a giant sigh, tired as ever of Roger’s antics.

“Roger keeps bugging me about getting a-a groupie to come back home with me like he does. Every night.” Brian looked up, lips pulled taught.

“Why won’t you?” Freddie asked, furrowing his eyes at Brian and pausing the eyeliner.

“Fred!” Brian sat up a little. “I just… I’m not like that I suppose… I don’t get groupies like that!” He said, adjusting his tight white satin top.

“Oh my god! Have you even heard all the birds screaming your bloody name?! And what do you do? Say hello and walk back home, sulking like a sissy because we all have things to do after the show and you don’t?” Roger was getting snappy.

“They’re not things, Roger. They’re girls. And I just… I’d rather have something more serious instead of a one-night fling.” The taller boy rolled eyes, not meeting any ones from his embarrassment.

“Yea, cause you’re a prude know-it-all.”

Brian held his anger in and leaned back again, grumbling before Freddie turned around and gave Roger an annoyed looked as he playfully punched his stomach.

“I bet 20 quid that you won’t bring a girl home tonight. If you don’t you owe me, if you do, I’ll pay you… and I’ll let you borrow the van. For a week.” Roger stood and crossed his arms, standing behind Freddie. Brain sat up and opened his eyes, narrowing them and crossing his arms as well. “Make it two weeks and it’s a deal.” His lips turned into a little smile, even though inside he was quite self-conscious.

“Fine.” Roger agreed, quirking his head and rubbing his stomach.

“Fine!” Brian spit back.

“Put a shirt on!” John shouted glaring at Roger.

Y/N stood awkwardly, smushed in between rows of girls who wore almost nothing and grown, sweaty men, all shuffling shoulder to shoulder in front of the small stage. She sighed, really wishing she had just stayed home. She felt almost suffocated with how thick the air was.

“Y/F/N, I’m getting a few drinks.” She mumbled, knowing full well her friend really wasn’t paying attention. She pushed her way to the back, finding the bar and sat for a minute. Her forearms stuck to the sticky surface of the bar as she decided to get a shot of tequila, and then a second. And fuck it, a third, it was free and the show was going to start soon. If she wasn’t going to like the music, then at least she’d be tipsy enough to dance to it. With a napkin, she blotted her lips and applied a second coat of lipstick, trudging her way back through the crowd. She got back to the front, but her friend was no where to be found. Great.

Y/N looked around, a little panicked, but never-minding since she’d probably find her afterwords, buying a t-shirt or snogging some person behind a pillar or the back door. At least Y/N was right next to the stage. Stage right, she thought, feeling rather numb as memories from her old drama classes flooded in her brain. Suddenly the lights began to flash such bright, brilliant colors and loud guitar chords and drumming surrounded the crowd, sending everyone into a shock. Y/N screamed too, feeling a little better as the seconds passed.

“Who is this?!” She yelled to a girl next to her who was just as excited as her but was ten times as drunk.

“Queen!” She shrieked. “What?” Y/N asked, unable to hear from how close she was to the amps and stage.

Suddenly, a booming, clear voice rang and reverberated through the venue.

“Make way for Queen!” Freddie Mercury said through his microphone, the spotlights finding him on stage, lighting up his sparkly body suit. His hair flowed to his shoulder like a raven’s wing and suddenly Y/N forget to breath, mesmerized. She loved Queen, actually, and had their first and second albums on vinyl. Now, she was hanging to the edge of the stage, so close that she wished Freddie to stomp on her fingers.

Tears rushed to her eyes as they began playing their music, feeling complete ecstasy as they performed. Roger’s drum beat was much more powerful in person and she never thought she would see John Deacon dance so much while playing his bass perfectly. Freddie’s voice sent shivers down her spine as she jumped up and down to the music, lights flashing. It felt like she was in a dream, the haze of smoke and color sending her soul soaring. There was a pause from the music, and suddenly the lights followed Brian May to where he was standing, just inches away from Y/N. She looked up to him, the rainbow lights creating such a lovely halo through his large curly bouncy hair. She watched as his fingers graced his guitar so quickly, creating such a lovely sound on his guitar. His white satin top glimmered in the light, watching as his winged sleeves rippled with every movement. He looked like a true angel, fingers meticulously plucking notes, his rings shining and catching Y/N’s eyes. There seemed to be cool breeze that flew through the through the venue as people settled to listen or a moment.

Y/N felt her head spin as she watched this tall, lanky boy absolutely shred out a prefect solo, his lips parted just slightly, plump lips glistening in the light. She could feel her heart pound in time to the rhythm, more tears forming in the edges of her eyes. His eyes almost emerald green in the light, fluttered as he surveyed the crowd. Y/N swallow hard, closing her eyes and felt the music run through her veins, her soul absolutely intertwining with the gorgeous sound of the guitar strings echoing through her body and venue.

Brian peaked back to Roger, who was staring back at him, smirking. Brian felt his cheeks flush, looking to the group of people surrounding the stage in front of him, when his eyes fell upon a girl, her cheeks reddened, and eyes closed. She was the only one not starring at him, truly enjoying the solo he played, and not just his image. He sucked in a breath, playing a little more skillfully to get her attention. She seemed to be enjoying the music more than anything else, and it made him feel static electricity run through his finger tips. He stepped closer to the edge of the stage, never wanting to pull his eyes away from her beautiful, dreamy face.

The chorus of White queen began, the guitar and drums creating such a running beat, that Y/N had to open her eyes, gasping as her eyes found Brian May’s just a foot away from her, she almost stumbled backward, but held her grip on the edge of the stage. She could barely breath, wondering if she was dreaming or not. Her feet and hands went numb, the loud pulsing guitar beats making her heart long and crave for more. Her hand tucked her hair behind her ear, never wanting the moment to end.

Brian bit his lip and decided to shoot his shot, kneeling almost slightly as he continued to play his guitar, the climax of the song ringing out as they began to transition into his song Some Day, One Day. He smiled widely to the brilliant girl with the star earrings, winking at her and nodding his head to the stage right side door leading to the back stage.

Y/N was stunned, unable to believe what was happening, Did Brian May, guitarist of Queen, just wink at her? Did he just invite her back stage? Was this the real life, or was it a literal tequila induced fantasy? She couldn’t speak, nor could he, so she nodded to him, screaming even louder as the concert went on, living out a fantasy of hers that she would have never known existed until now.

The concert ended, and Y/N did as Brian suggested to her with his head, instead of following the crowd, she made her way to a hidden passage way leading to the back of the stage. There was a security guard standing in the way, making her feel rather nervous. She hoped she wasn’t too sweaty or disheveled. Her heart pounded, hoping he’d let her through.

“Uhm- Brian-“ She began before the security let her through instantly. They must of known, and it really wasn’t a dream. Suddenly, there was a groupie wrapping a paper bracelet around her wrist and a lanyard around her neck, ushering her back further behind the stage, being careful not to trip over wires and boxes. Her head was in a daze, not knowing where she was going or even if she was supposed to be there, before She spotted the tall guitarist, back to her. She sucked in a breath.

Holy Shit.

“Brian, You’ve got a groupie.” You hear one of the roadies yell.

“Hey, I’m not a groupie!” She hissed. She wasn’t there just to get in his pants, though it would be nice, furrowing her eyes at who ever called her a groupie.

“Hey!” Brian was suddenly jogging towards her, and she was star struck again. “Hey! How’d you like the show?” He asked, voice so sweet and a little raw, but never the less, kind.

Y/N looked to him, unaware that her hands were shaking. “The show? Oh my god, it was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before! Absolutely incredible, really!” She babbled, excitement dripping from her voice as she adjusted her top.

Brian smiled and took one of her hands. “I’m so glad to hear! I’m Brian… Brian Harold May.” He bent down a little to hear her voice a little better over the commotion of the other girls and groupies talking and laughing with the rest of the band. “What’s your name, love?” He asked, turning his ear towards her mouth to hear her. “I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N” She says and smiles, sticking her hand out to shake his. ‘God, I’m an idiot’ She thought. Brian chuckled and took it, shaking it before holding it gently, his other arm snaking around her back, and pulling her closer. The hand he held was now pressing against his chest in his.

“Y/N? Wow… that’s a beautiful name!” He said, getting a blushed smile from the girl.

“Oh, it’s nothing…” She said, biting her lip and feeling her whole body tingle.

“Can I talk to you for a minute before I introduce you to the rest of the band? Maybe somewhere a little more private?” Brian asked, face meeting hers to hear her answer.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Sure.” She smiled to him, before he escorted her back away from everyone, around some dingy corner where multiple crates and boxes were piled high. The sound was a little further away now and you didn’t need to stand as close to hear everyone.

“Thanks for coming tonight… You looked like you were really enjoying the music.” He said, observing her as she stepped back a little, not letting go of his hand yet. He didn’t mind in the slightest. She was obviously a little light headed, probably from the drinks and defiantly from the show. He could remember the feeling after his first couple of larger shows.

“I didn’t really want to come tonight… in fact I didn’t know who was playing until Freddie came onto the stage. My friend’s friend dropped her ticket and I got dragged here, but I’m really glad I did. This was one of the best concerts I’ve ever been too, honestly.” Y/N tried to keep her excitement to a minimum, feeling more and more comfortable with Brian as the moments passed. “White Queen is one of my most favorite songs and to hear it live was something I’ll never forget.” She beamed, tucking her hair back behind her ears.

“I’m certainly glad you came. I love your earrings, by the way. The stars are one of my… interests.” Brian grinned nervously, not wanting to sound too nerdy.

“You like the stars? Like astronomy and all that?” Y/N asked. It was odd to hear a rockstar talk about things other than just their music.

“Yeah! If I wasn’t doing this, I’d still be getting a doctorate in Astrophysics!” Brian’s hand found his hair and fluffed it up.

“That’s incredible! I love that!” Y/N smiled, her platform boots making her antsy from pain.

“Here, sit for a second I have to tell you something.” Brian said, noticing her sway on her feet. He gestured to unplugged amp and sat her down, before he sat next to her.

Y/N nervously fretted with her nails, wondering what else Brian was storing in his winged sleeves.

“Listen… Roger and I made a bet. You know.. Roger our drummer.” She nodded silently, listening.

“He made a bet that I couldn’t get a girl to come home with me and… well.” He began, cheeks red.

Y/N furrowed her brow, hoping he wasn’t just using her for sex. Her body stiffened slightly. “And?” She said, apprehensive. He didn’t seem like the type of guy to do that, but she was already backstage with him, knowing they probably wouldn’t ever see each other again. “Would you pretend you’re coming home with me so he drops the subject?” He asked, voice wavering from nervousness, noticing her demeanor change. “I-I wouldn’t ask you to do anything more put pretend to leave with me… I know it’s a weird request but he really can be a bully-“ Brian began to stutter nervously, eyes rapidly blinking, not wanting to upset her anymore and lose her company for the night.

Her gaze softened. He really was a sweetheart; a nervous boy it seemed. “That’s fine.” She nodded, taking his hand and squeezing it calm him down. “I’d really like that. I have nothing else going on tonight.” she said, letting herself go and do something fun for once.

“R-Really?” Brian asked, hopeful and excited.

“Yeah, why not? If you’re okay to drive and don’t live too far away.” Y/N agreed, winking to Brian as he did to her earlier.

“Oh, Thank you. Thank you so much, Y/N, it means the world to me!” He said and gave her a quick peck to her cheek as a friendly thank you, causing her to turn her face away, hiding her stunned, blushed face. “Now, why don’t you introduce me to the rest of the band. I’ve been dying to ask Freddie about his costume.”

Brian took her hand and pulled her along to meet the others. Y/N held to his hand tightly, loving the way his fingers intertwined with hers. She stood close to him, pretending to be as lustful as she could.

“Fred, Rog, Deaks. This is Y/N. She is a huge fan of ours.” Brian introduced her, showing her off like a prize he had won. Roger raised an eyebrow and smirked to Brian.

“Brilliant show tonight. Best one I’ve seen in a really long time!” Y/N said with heavy eyelids, secretly screaming inside.

“Yeah, what part was your favorite?” Roger asked, stepping forward, putting his thumbs through his belt loops and puffing his chest up a little in an attempt to woo the new, pretty girl. His round eyes drooped, hoping to be as seductive as possible. Y/N did blush, but clung to Brian’s side. “I loved when Brian played his solo in White Queen. His fingers are so skilled and soooo fast.” She giggled, looking up to Brian and watching his face turn into a tomato. “Your drumming was great too, though.” She said, watching as Roger deflated a little. Freddie held back laughter in amusement, falling in love with this girl who could put Roger in his place.

“Oh, and the bass… wow, John. Absolutely astonishing!” She exclaimed, smiling to the quiet boy with the longest hair of them all.

“Thank you, very much.” He smiled, eyes squinting just so. “There were so many chords and harmonies hidden that I’ve never heard before tonight, and I really was just blown away. Your dancing made me want to dance too.” She laughed, watching as John shyly nodded his head and thanked her again.

She let go of Brian’s side. “I was just telling Brian-“ She said his name so breathily it really made it sound like she wasn’t joking around anymore.”-How much I loved your costume, Freddie. It truly was an honor to watch you do your magic on stage. Your voice could move mountains! I haven’t heard anything like it and I’m blown away. Honestly, this is the best night of my life!” She squealed with joy, hanging on to Brian again. “Just wait until later.” Brian winked down to her, making Roger fume a little more. Y/N giggled, hoping she was convincing enough.

“Thank you, lovie! I knew someone would appreciate all of this.” Freddie closed his eyes and gestured to his extravagant outfit, black finger nails fluttering down his leg. “Brian told us he saw you at the edge of the stage completely entranced by the music all night long.” Fred pursed his lips, watching how Roger squirmed from losing his dumb bet.

“How could I not be? I think you’re all rock Gods.” Y/N felt Brian’s arm wrap around her. “Maybe you could take me back to your place and show me more of those guitar skills and how fast those fingers really can go.” She bit her lip, doe like eyes blinking up to Brian.

“Fine! You win!” Roger suddenly screamed, stomping away to a group of girls who would give him attention.

Y/N burst out laughing, as well as Brian, their joke going unnoticed as the group disappeared to talk some more and wind down from the show.

After Brian got undressed and all was packed up, He came out of the dressing room, finding Y/N sitting on the amp again, patiently waiting for him. His curls were a little wet from the shower he had taken, but he looked a little more normal without the makeup and costume. Clad in only a green t-shirt and black bell bottoms with white clogs, he held his guitar case in one hand and a bag of other things in the other. “Ready, love?” He asked, as Y/N surveyed his body.

He held his breath as she stood and met his side again. “I almost like you better this way.” Y/N smiled to him, her face still grinning but her eyes were tired. “Let’s go.” She said with a curt nod, saying her goodbyes to the rest of Queen and, noticing how Roger just rolled his eyes as she and Brian piled into his car.

They drove in the silence of the night, her window rolled down.

Every once in a while they would talk about something small, but she preferred his silence, enjoying his quick company. She felt like the dream would end too quickly, so she wanted to bask in every moment she could.

Brian led her to his flat that he said was shared by himself and Roger, but Roger wasn’t there. He must have been at a bar or partying with his groupies he had that night.

“Pardon the mess. We all assembled here before the show tonight.” Brian mumbled ad he unlocked the door and led Y/N to the small sitting room. It wasn’t that messy, apart from clothes tossed about the floor and empty glasses and bottle on the table and in the kitchen. He quickly set his guitar case down, trying to clean up. Y/N smiled and shook her head, beginning to help.

Brian looked to her, wondering why she was being so nice. “Hey, no, you’re the guest!” He began trying to take the empty glasses from her hands.

“I don’t mind. You’ve had a long night.” Y/N’s voice was quiet, and the space between them was small. She could smell Brian’s clean scent, hoping she didn’t smell too awful herself. His fingers brushed against hers as he let go of the glasses, allowing her to help. After tidying the living room a little, she let out a sigh and kicked her platforms off, realizing just how tall Brian really was now compared to her.

“Can you show were the loo is?” She asked, wanting to freshen up a bit.

“Of course. It down the hall to the left, across from the room at the end.” Brian pointed and she took her purse, going to the bathroom to freshen up. Brian panicked, heart racing. She was so kind to him for such a silly bet. He started to make some tea on the stove top, before getting two glasses of water filled as well.

Y/N starred at herself in the mirror, finding herself more and more nervous by the second. What a night it had been. She spun in a circle, feeling her heart swoon in her chest. Her dizzy head spun wildly and she had to catch herself on the sink, still trying to wake herself from this dream. After she freshened her face and hair and body with some water, she sucked in a deep breath and made her way out to the living room, where Brian was putting a soft record on.

The room filled with the warm sound of Carole King fill the space.

“Carole King? Where’d you get her vinyl?” Y/N asked, surprised by Brian’s music choice. He hadn’t heard her come back and jumped, turning around. “Oh! Erm… I don’t remember. I can change it-“ He stuttered, embarrassed.

“No, I love her music! Her voice is so calming.” Y/N said and sat down on his couch, pulling her legs underneath her. “I like your flat. It’s a lot nicer than most guys have.” She said, looking to the pile of records and the pictures on the wall.

Brian was a little stunned, wishing she wouldn’t ever leave him. He swallowed hard and found that his body was taking him to the couch, sitting beside her, but not close enough. He didn’t want to push any boundaries with her, since she was just a stranger after all. He watched her as her eyes followed the art on his wall back to him. Y/N smiled, seeing how Brian was watching her. She moved a little closer to him, the couch dipping just slightly.

“This really is a lovely place you have.” Y/N said, face luminous even now in the dark flat. The pair of them were exhausted, but their company was enough to keep them going for a little longer, talking about music, and studies to hobbies and even favorite colors. As time passed, and the records changed, Brian couldn’t help but notice that Y/N was practically in his lap. She leaned against him, playing with his hand and fingers, fingers tracing his veins to his tendons, to the ring on his pinky.

Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, sighing deeply.

After a few moments, she spoke, but her voice was small and sorrowful.

“So I assume you won the bet, then? I hope I was convincing for you.” She said, not wanting the night to end, but it was a bet after all and she knew it wouldn’t last very much longer.

“Yeah, I suppose so. Roger seemed pretty mad, but I get a good 20 quid out of it and his van for the next two weeks, so it was worth it.” Brian chuckled, feeling bold enough to wrap an arm around her waist. “You were quite convincing.” He added, remembering the comment about his fingers.

Y/N smiled, trying to hide her sadness. “I guess so.” Her sweet honey-like voice dripped with sleepiness but also a sadness Brian knew all too well.

“Thank you again for coming here with me. I’m having a really nice time with you, Y/N.” He said, voice a mere whisper. Y/N lifted her gaze and saw that Brian was looking down to her. She blinked, butterflies tumbling around inside her. “Me too, Brian. You’re a lot more interesting than I could’ve expected.” Her eyes fell, before she felt Brian’s hand lift her chin. “I know this isn’t apart of the bet… but I really would like to see you again. If you’d like of course. Maybe for some coffee or go see a film.” He asked. Y/N parted her lips to answer, before she clenched her jaw. Did Brian really just ask her out?

“Yes. I would really really like that.” Her voice was astonished and surprised. She snuggled a little closer into his side, her hand leading Brian’s touch from his chin to her cheek. Her hazy eyes flickered from his hazel eyes to his lips, wishing to wonder what he tasted like.

Brian noticed this, eyes falling to her lips that were stained red from the lipstick she had been wearing all night.

“May I kiss you?” He asked, voice a whisper.

Y/N honestly couldn’t answer, so she nodded and felt her eyes flutter closed as Brian leaned down. His lips pressed so tenderly to her, testing the waters. She kissed him delicately, wondering how he could’ve stolen her breath away so easily. He kissed her a few more times, before she readjusted herself, deepening the kiss more and moving so that she was straddling his lap. His tongue swept so carefully over her bottom lip, tasting the sweet sugary strawberry of her stained lips and the tequila on her breath. It wasn’t unpleasant in the slightest.

Y/N let out a soft moan as Brian let his tongue entangle with hers. After a few moments, she pulled away, breathless. “Oh Brian… you’re fantastic.” Her voice said so sweetly, he felt his chest swell with delight. His arms held her tightly around her waist, never wanting this night to end.

“I think you’re quite lovely, Y/N.” Brian May whispered, before his mouth trailed to her neck, pressing feather light kisses to her skin, pulling tiny breaths of pleasure from her kiss bitten lips. “Remind me to give you my number… after all of this…” She breathed, fingers tangling into his hair.

They stayed like this for an hour more, kissing each other and talking about nothing in particular until Y/N rested her head on Brian’s chest, listening to his heart beat. They fell asleep on the couch, in the light of moon, the stars applauding the two blossoming lovers as they slept in each other’s arms, bet completely forgotten.

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anne-white-star · 3 years ago

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John : what do you mean you are prettier than me?

Roger : Brian said im prettier than you

John : Brian is being daft, freddie tell roger im prettier than him

Freddie : well i think you both are equally pretty, but there is one person who surpasses you both *sips wine*

Roger : *slams hands on the table* tell us!!!

Y/n : *walks in the room* hello boys!

Freddie : *gives a pointed look at y/n*

Roger : you serious?

Freddie : yes

John : to be honest with you rog i think Fred is right

#queen #queen incorrect quotes #queen x reader #name insert #freddie Mercury #roger taylor #john deacon #brian may #queen memes

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elliyoyo · 6 years ago

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Naughty School Girl (Roger Taylor/Reader)

Warnings: Swearing, heavy smut, teasing, semi-exhibitionism, humiliation if you squint, oral sex (male receiving), unsafe sex (hi, please use condoms, people!), and a pretty dominant reader.

Words: ~2.3k

A/N: This is the first fanfiction I’ve written in almost 9 months, so please go easy on me. I’ve seen lots of people saying 80s Roger is 110% a dom, but I beg to differ a bit. This was also directly inspired by the attached picture. Hope you enjoy and much love to all of you!

A/N 2: After finishing this fic, I’ve realized it’s much dirtier and longer than I thought it was going to be in the first place. Enjoy this while I go bathe in holy water :’)

This now has a part two called Good Girl!

“So, what d’you think? I like the length, and they’re giving me tights so I probably won’t have to shave or anything to be convincing…” Roger surveys himself in the mirror of his dressing room. You give him a once over before pushing yourself up off of the couch to see it a bit closer.

“Even if they give you tights, your hair will stick through it and look like a mess, Rog. I’ll give you a hand in shaving, but for the love of God, please do it,” you quietly say, wrapping your arms around his waist once you reach him. He’s still dressed as normal besides the skirt, but there’s something about it that gets you going more than usual.

“What if I catch myself on the razor?” His hands go down to his legs, where he messes with some of the hair for a moment, trying to imagine what it would feel like bare.

“Then I douse your boo boo in alcohol and we move on.”

“That hardly sounds pleasant, (Y/N),” Roger complains with a frown (which looks more like a pout in all honesty), draping a hand over yours on his waist.

“Tough shit, sweetheart. Pain is beauty when you’re talking about maintaining your body 101.” You lean up and press a kiss to the back of his neck as he laces his fingers in with yours.

“I’m gonna need more help than I think on this one, aren’t I?”

“Absolutely, yes. After all, which was of us was actually a school girl?” You drum your fingers over his a few times before pulling away to help him adjust his current outfit to be more realistic. You take his jacket and tuck it into the skirt, unzipping the top a tad so it wouldn’t bunch up every time he lifted his arms. Then, you push one of his socks down towards his ankle more, leaving the other pulled up as it was.

“Any mental notes to keep track of or are you just making me look risque?” He watches your motions in the mirror, eyes following every move.

“The main factor of being a naughty school girl is a little something known as shock factor.” You end the sentence with a loud, perfectly aimed slap of his ass, causing him to gasp and jolt forward.

“(Y/N), what are you doing, that hurt!” He rubs a hand on his ass and takes a moment to attempt to glare at you, but you’re just standing with a smirk on your face.

“I’ve been waiting to do that all day, seeing you prancing around in that skirt and talk about being in tights and— uuugghh…" You roll your eyes, a large grin plastered on your face as your thoughts progressed to what was under the skirt and how you hadn't had Roger in days. "Babe?"

"Hmm?" He had a wary look in his eyes, and for good reason. He knew exactly what was going through your head— a dynamic that you two hadn't really gone back to since he cut his hair because he felt it didn't seem the same.

“Can I take the lead today?” You teasingly press your hand to his hip, drawing small circles with your thumb as you get closer and closer to the small tent in his skirt.

He nods in response, but you want more. You firmly grasp his cock and he lets out a whine, bucking his hips slightly.

“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you, babe.” You innocently smirk up at him, slowly beginning to run your fingers over him through the thin fabric.

“Please, I want you to, (Y/N), it’s been so long since I’ve been on the bottom,” he rushes out, biting his lips so hard it might begin to bleed soon. He meets your eyes in the mirror again and gives you the needy puppy dog eyes that you can’t help but give in to.

“Okay, sit down on the couch and take everything off.” He reaches to pull the skirt off, but you stop him with a shout of, “Except the skirt!”. He nods, going for his jacket instead, slowly untucking it and sliding it off.

You walk over to him once he has taken off the jacket and skirt underneath, bringing yourself down in front of him with your hands on his inner thighs. You spread his legs apart and lightly drag your nails down from his thighs to his knees, causing him to shudder.

“Alright, I’m going to give you exactly what you want, but if you try to mess with the pace I set, I’m stopping. Got it?”

He nods, looking down at you expectantly with hooded eyes. You flip the skirt up and see that he was wearing what was most likely the tightest, shortest pair of boxer briefs known to man, showing off the wet patch on top of a very obvious outline. You grab the waistband and pull them down to his ankles, then kiss a line from his knee, up his thigh, finally planting one on the head of his cock. He lets out a moan and his hands go to instinctively shoot to your hair, but he stops himself with a nearly inaudible groan.

“You look so helpless, Rog. What do you want me to do? All you have to do is tell me with that filthy little mouth of yours, honey.” One of your hands reaches up and cups his cheek, a finger grazing over his lip.

“I… Please use your mouth on me. Please, I need it, it’s been so long since you’ve sucked my cock, (Y/N), please.”

“That’s all you had to do, Roger. Now, you know the drill,” you say before taking all of him in your mouth in one go, bringing your hand down from his face to circle around the base of his cock that your mouth couldn’t reach. You didn’t have the time or patience to tease anymore, so you didn’t bother. Plus, there hasn’t been a day in your life where Roger’s whiny begging didn’t convince you to do whatever he needed, so you got right to it.

He tensed up and let out a loud moan, his knuckles going white with how tightly he was gripping the edge of the couch since he couldn’t weave his fingers into your hair. You bob your head, your hand stroking him at the same pace so no part of him was left untouched at any moment.

“(Y/N)- fuck- I’m ‘nna come soon, please let me come, please…” His face is flushed red, both from the amazing blowjob he’s receiving and from the embarrassment of being so close to climaxing so soon. You pull off and look up at him with pseudo-innocence, running your tongue up the side of him while your hand is focused on the head.

“You want me to make you come? Huh? Do you want to come down my throat?”

“Please, yes, God, I want to watch you swallow all of it,” he whines, finally losing his patience and bucking his hips to try to get himself back down your throat. You pull off of him and completely away from him, licking your lips as you stand up. He looks up at you, his hands releasing the couch as he gives you a confused look.

“Well too fucking bad. What did you just do, sweetheart?”

“I… I don’t know! (Y/N) please, please keep going, I’m sorry!”

“How can you be sorry for something you don’t even know you did? Look at me!” You grab him by his chin and jerk his head up to look at you. There are tears forming in his eyes as he frantically searches his mind for what he did wrong before he remembers what you had said before. “Oh, yeah, that. Want to tell me what you did?”

“I… I bucked my hips when you told me not to mess with t-the pace, but I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to, I just wanted more, I wanted to feel you, (Y/N), I’m sorry!”

“Really? It sounds to me like you’re just being desperate.” You shrug and use your foot to drag his underwear from his ankles so he could widen his legs. “I didn’t want to have to punish you or anything, but if you’re going to be bad, I have no choice, babe.”

“What d’you mean… punish me?”

“You can’t come till I do. And if you do, I’m gonna overstim you until you’re a shaking, sobbing mess. This time you’ll behave for me, right?”

“I promise. I swear I’ll be good.” He goes to reach for you, but you step away from the couch to undress, knowing that he’d end up taking over and screwing you against the wall if he had to chance to hold you.

“Stay there. No touching until I say so. You’ve already been naughty, sweetie, don’t push it.” You take your shirt off over your head and throw it at his face. He lets out a small laugh, knowing it was still his sweet girlfriend underneath the dominant attitude. You take your pants and underwear off as well, before strutting over to him to give him a kiss on his forehead.

You straddle him for a moment and make the split-second decision to give him a moment of freedom during this. You sink down on him slowly while also guiding his hand down to your clit so you could come quicker.

“Go ahead. Like I said, you come when I do, so the quicker I get there…” You lean in, pressing kisses to his neck and ear as you whisper, “The quicker you get to shoot your fucking load in me, Roger.”

He lets out a loud moan at your words and quickly begins to circle your clit with his fingers as you ride him at an equal pace. You put your hands on his shoulders, giving yourself the power to keep riding him instead of having your entire body give out the moment he hit the perfect spot inside of you.

“(Y/N), are you close? God, please tell me you’re close to coming, I want to fill you so bad,” he whines out, groaning when you tug his head up by his hair to look in his eyes.

“I am. I’m reeeally close, Rog. Fuck, let me know when you’re close and I—”

“I’m close, (Y/N), I’m close right now. I’m just imagining how tight you’ll be when you finish and how you’ll look with my cum dripping out of you and—”

“If you keep talking like that I’m going to come, babe,” you moan out, not even minding when his grip slips to your waist to push you down in time with his thrusts. He leans up and kisses your neck, desperately leaving a large hickey in his wake. When he begins to leave a second hickey, you feel yourself getting closer and closer. “Fuck, fuck, Roger, I’m going to come!”

“Can I please come with you? Please, fuck, I don’t think I can hold it back, I just want to come, please!” He feels you clenching around him and he begins to thrust even harder, shifting his focus from hickeys and the grip you have in his hair to how amazing you feel around his cock at the moment.

“Yes, come with me, babe! Roger, fill me with your cum like the fucking good girl you are!” At the last bit, his hips stutter and his eyes shoot wide open, so turned on he couldn’t control his orgasm if he tried. He lets loose and lets out a scream that can be described as nothing but guttural and intense. You can feel him coming inside of you and you simply let out moans rivaling his as you feel it drip out of you and pool on his thighs along with the inside of the skirt.

You both take a moment to calm down, him letting some tears run wild and you breathing as if you had just run a marathon. When you were both back to the point where you could talk, Roger gives you a teasing smile and suggestive raise of his eyebrows.

“Good girl, huh?”

“Oh, shut it… it was a heat of the moment kind of thing,” you mumble, cheeks flushed bright red.

“No... No, don’t get embarrassed... that was actually one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard, (Y/N).” He starts gently caressing your hair, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head as you continue to hide your face in the nape of his neck. “I just... I thought I was supposed to be a naughty school girl for you today.”

“Oh, well, would you rather I call you my naughty girl next time?” You lean in to kiss him on the lips, but you’re interrupted by a loud, boisterous laugh from outside the dressing room’s door, which causes you to jump apart.

“If you’d like my humble opinion, I think you should call him your little bitch, dear!” Freddie’s laughing continues and John quickly joins in, too busy giggling to even try and think of a joke to add on. “Brian, what do you think? Naughty girl or little bitch?”

“I frankly don’t care, I just need him ready for costume fittings,” Brian says with a rapid succession of knocks on the door. You and Roger get up and dressed as quickly as you can for two fucked out, still horny people still dripping with a mixture of bodily fluids. Meaning, you took forever.

As you head out the door, you slap Roger on the ass even harder this time and joke, “If I’m acting like this now, just imagine how I’ll act when I see you in the full get up, naughty girl.”

His knees nearly give out at the thought.

#Roger Taylor #Queen #Roger Taylor imagine #Roger Taylor x reader #Queen imagine #Queen x reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #Roger Taylor imagines #queen imagines #smut #queen band #ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #Brian may #John deacon #freddie mercury

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forever-rogue · 5 years ago

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Not a Chance

Summary: Y/N’s caught the eye of one particular Ben Jones (Hardy), but she’s not too smitten, while he’s very keen on her. Winter cuteness and shenanigans ensue!

A/N: This is my gift for the lovely @acdeaky for @borhapparker‘s Secret Santa event. Katie, you’re so sweet and kind, and I really, really hope you enjoy this! As always, thoughts and feedback are encouraged and welcome :)

Word Count: 6.5k

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Warnings: None

MASTERLIST

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"Psst," you tried to ignore her and continue on cleaning the dirtied counter, but you knew she wasn't about to let it go. She had that tone in her voice and you knew exactly what that meant. When she realized you were blatantly ignoring her, she stood right next to go and tugged on the sleeve of your sweater, "psst, I know you're ignoring me. It’s going to work forever, you know.”

"What is it, Nicole?" you finally hissed, throwing the rag down and raising an eyebrow at her. The grin on her face stretched from ear to ear as she looked pointedly over your shoulder.

"In the corner," she said quietly, looking between the corner of the small cafè and you. You rolled your eyes dramatically, signaling that you weren't to give in and look, "just take a peek. I promise you won't regret it! Talk about babe o’clock.”

"Babe o’clock, really? What could possibly be so important that it's got you so excited?" you acquiesced to her demand, otherwise you just knew you’d never hear the end of it. Turning around and scanning the almost empty place, your eyes quickly landed on what Nicole had been playing at. You let out a long sigh - more of a combination of a ground and exasperation than anything before turning back to her, "that was what you wanted me to see?"

"Umm, excuse me?" her eyes widened with shock and surprise at her lack of excitement at her discovery, "have you gone blind? He's absolutely gorgeous! Look at that hair, and those dreamy eyes, that smile!”

"He's average at best," you lied, trying your best to keep your face neutral and keep yourself from sneaking another peak. She was right though - he was definitely gorgeous, and you were sure that he knew exactly what hold he had over women, "I go to university with him. I know exactly what he's like. And it's not something I'm interested in."

"Complete asshole?" her expression wavered as she grabbed your discarded rag and took over the cleaning. Whatever matchmaking scheme she had come up with had been quickly dashed. You shrugged lightly as the bell over the door jingled, and a few other boys came in, talking loudly among themselves before heading over to babe o’clock. You scoffed before mentally bracing yourself to deal with the rowdy bunch. They looked exactly how you pictured his friends would look.

"Not exactly," you responded to her, flicking your eyes back over to the table, and you founded him staring back at you. He smiled lightly before raising his hand and giving you a small wave. You didn't return the gesture and instead turned back to Nicole, "just not my style or crowd. Plus, his friends seem...a little annoying. Do me a huge favor and deal with them?"

"Seriously?" she didn't try to hide her annoyance. You nodded as you started to take off your apron and tossed it onto the counter, making it a point not to look back in their direction. As much as you wanted to admit you had thought he was attractive for the longest time, you weren’t about to admit that out loud.

"I'm off in less than five anyway," you grinned at her, "I think you can handle it! Just turn on the charm - they’re rowdy uni boys, it’s not going to take much to impress them.”

"You're the worst, Y/N!" she groaned at you as you headed into the back to clock out for the day. You knew she was joking so you have her a big grin and mouthed a soft thank you. The bullet was dodged for now, and hopefully forever.

You’d never seen him come in here before and you’d been working at the little coffee shop near your school for several years now. You wondered what suddenly had made him come in after all this. Not that you cared...not that much anyway.

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Over the next several weeks, things were largely uneventful, except for the uptake in business, since Christmas was just around the corner. The cold weather always caused people to stop whenever they got the chance as it provided a nice reprieve from the cold and allowed them to enjoy a delicious coffee or tea as they de-thawed from the biting weather.

The one constant that you hadn’t expected came in the from of one Ben Jones. He’d started to come around on almost daily basis, or at least whenever you seemed to work, head usually buried in a book or hands flying furiously across the keyboard of his laptop. He made it a point to sneak glances at you, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was shamelessly staring at times.

Nicole kept encouraging you to go and talk to him, that he was clearly smitten with you, but were insistent that he was just studying for winter finals. He could easily do that at home or the library she kept reminding you, but you played it off, sure that he just wanted the warmth and comfort of the small cafe.

But sometimes you weren’t so sure yourself...but surely he wasn’t there for you, right? And you still weren’t about to confide in anyone that you found him attractive with his pseudo-ethereal looks, glowing smile, and whimsical laugh. He was from a different crowd from you, and you weren’t about to overstep and try to become a part of his world.

You sighed and looked at your watch, getting discouraged when you saw that it was still almost another hour before you were off. It was a Friday night and the cafe was open late, but business was slow for the first time all week, and time was dragging on. There was only so much wiping and standing around you could do before it got boring.

“Y/N,” your boss, John, interrupted your thoughts, waving his hand in front of your face. He was a kind man, a retired musician who had decided to open a small little shop in his golden years. You always enjoyed working with John, usually finding yourself listening to him talk about his youth and all the shenanigans he and his friends had gotten into. You snapped back into attention and gave him a shy smile, “go on and clean down the tables and everything in the back. It’s slow enough to justify some deep cleaning, don’t you think?”

“Deacy,” that was his nickname and he loved when people called him by it; it always brought a smile to his face. You swallowed the lump in your throat when you realized the spot he had indicated; it was right by Ben naturally, “it’s Friday night, is it really the time for torture?”

“What else are you doing to do right now?” he asked, and you realized he was right, “I can handle the customers that come in. Besides, the time will fly by if you’re actually doing something.”

“Haha,” you rolled your eyes at him before ducking under the counter and grabbed a few cleaners and rags to get going on your assignment, “I’d tell you shove it, but you are the boss man.”

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite,” he winked at you as you begrudgingly made your way over to where Ben was. You had already decided that if he was going to try and speak to you, you’d only provide simple one word responses. Short, sweet, and to the point. A perfect solution to your little predicament.

Humming slightly under your breath as you started to clean, you trained your eyes on the table. Ben’s eyes had wandered over to you as soon as you had started walking over and prayed that his paper or whatever he was working on would be more enticing. But once again, you were proven wrong.

“Hi,” it was soft and you weren’t sure at first if he had said anything, but the way his green eyes met yours told you he did. You suddenly found yourself lost for words, opening and closing your mouth a few times, “I-I’m Ben. I don’t know if you remember-”

“You’re in four of my classes,” there was your voice, and you internally cringed a little bit at your outburst, “I know who you are. Everyone does.”

“Oh,” his smile flickered ever so slightly at your response and you felt bad. It hadn’t meant to come off as condescending, but apparently you had, “I just...we haven’t really spoken much, so I wasn’t sure if you knew...”

“Do you even know my name?” you weren’t sure if he knew the answer, but you were genuinely curious. You remembered you were wearing a name tag and quickly covered it up, giving him a cheeky look, “no cheating!”

“Y/N,” he answered quickly, “Y/N L/N.”

“Well, you’ve got that correct,” interesting you thought to yourself. You weren’t sure he’d ever paid much attention to you at all. He smiled, clearly pleased with himself, “is there anything I can get you? I’m, ugh....pretty busy and don’t have time to chat.”

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow at you, and realized that the excuse was pretty lame. You bit your lip and nodded weakly as you scanned the almost empty place. John was intently pretending not to watch the two of you as he whistled to himself.

“Uh huh,” grabbing the rag, you scrubbed the table, “sorry!”

“You can get me one thing actually-”

“Oh?” you momentarily wondered if he was going to be cheesy and ask for your number. Not that you’d give that to him...not at this point anyway.

“What’s your favorite color?” it was a surprising question and you definitely weren’t expecting it. You put your hands on your hips and stifled a small laugh, “what?! I’m being serious.”

“Seriously serious?”

“Dead.”

“Yellow,” you answered honestly, watching his face light up. It wasn’t a color most people favorited, but it always managed to cheer your up and brightened your day.

“Yellow’s a pretty one,” he replied, “like you.”

“Very subtle, Ben,” you groaned as a light blush crept into his cheeks, coloring them a soft shade of rose, “now get back to studying. I’ve got work to do anyways.”

You quickly scurried away from him, and back behind the safe refuge of the counter, heart thumping wildly in your chest. John was bemused, and just shook your head at him.

“He fancies you,” he stated simply, cleaning under the items on the counter. You sighed heavily at his astute observation.

“Not a chance,” you answered, biting the inside of your cheek in order to keep from smiling too much, “he’s just a customer.”

“Mhmm,” he wasn’t discouraged, “a customer that comes whenever you’re working and just told you that he thought you were pretty. All very subtle signs.”

“Stopppp,” you groaned at him, “otherwise I’ll quit here and now!”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, “no need for the theatrics. I’ll stop for now...just remember, no making out on the job. No one needs to see all that PDA!”

“JOHN!”

»»————-　♡　————-««

You were working a morning shift, a rarity for you since you generally had classes in the morning, but Nicole had asked you to cover a shift for her and your class had been cancelled, so you figured you might as well. It was a chilly morning, a fresh layer of soft snow covering the ground, and a few people milling about, drinking their coffees and eating pastries.

It nearing Christmas and you had the spirit running throughout your body, so much that you had even decided to let Christmas music flow throughout the cafe. John had decked the place for the holiday, no corner left un-decorated, and he’d decided to be extra, just like his old friend Freddie had always been, and put up mistletoe in several strategic places. You had sighed and complained heavily at him, but he had carried on, a smirk on his face as he blissfully ignored your grievances. You knew exactly why he did it too. You had no doubt that it was all for a certain customer named Ben Jones.

He’d continued to hang around the cafe, and by this point you were sure it wasn’t just for the study environment. It was often crowded and loud at the times he came, times you generally worked, and you could tell he wasn’t that deeply engrossed in his work. The semester was pretty much over and since you shared a lot of classes you knew there weren’t many more assignments left, only a few finals coming up, but you knew those would be easy. Maybe Nicole and John had been right in the first place...what if he was there for you?

At this point, you didn’t even mind seeing him almost every day; he’d become the most steadfast part of your day and as it turned out, he was often the best part.

Sometimes when it was really busy there would only be a few rushed exchanges, but if it was slower, there’d be deeper more intimate conversations, which, truthfully, you didn’t even know he was capable of at first. He’d ask you all sorts of things about yourself, like your favorite flowers, songs, movies, what your family was like, what you wanted to do in life, what you planned on doing after graduation, and what kind of pizza you favored. At first you had played it off and tried to seem disinterested, but soon enough, you weren’t even bothering to hide how happy you were to see him. There was something about him that you just couldn’t get enough of, and you wanted to everything about him too.

“Not a chance, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself as you set a freshly prepared cup of coffee onto the bar for whoever had ordered it, “he’s not here for you.”

“What was that?” the voice that had become oh so familiar over the past several weeks interrupted your thoughts as your eyes flicked up to meet Ben’s. Both of his hands were behind his back, and unless you were hallucinating, you were sure he seemed nervous.

“Nothing,” you lied, trying to figure out what he was hiding, not even bothering at this point to hide your smile, “whatcha got, Benny boy? Something good I hope?”

“I hope you like them,” he finally revealed what he had been hiding from you. It was a beautiful bouquet of all colors and shades of daises, the majority of them were a wonderful yellow. Your heart seemed to burst as you looked between him and flowers, “well...do you like them?”

“Yes,” you admitted as you walked around the counter and stood in front of him, taking them out of his hands and giving them a good smell before clutching them to your chest, “I love them. Thank you so much...but to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“No reason in particular,” he said sheepishly, “just felt like doing something special for the prettiest girl.”

“Oh? Who should I give these to then?”

“Shut up,” he joked, nudging your arm slightly as you both laughed, “I dunno...just wanted to give you a little something special.”

“They’re lovely, really. Thank you, Ben,” you weren’t sure if you should hug or kiss him, not wanting to overstep your boundaries. So you shyly stuck out your hand, settling on giving him a handshake. He was just as surprised as you at the lukewarm response, but he took your hand in his and gave it a firm squeeze.

“I guess I should let you get back to work,” he said quietly, not wanting to end the conversation, but not wanting to drag it out either.

“Guess I should go and work,” you could feel a pair of eyes on your back and you just knew that John was watching what was going on, probably silently celebrating since this is what he had expected to happen all along. You grabbed his coffee and handed it to him, hand trembling slightly with nerves, “well, I hope you enjoy...”

He took it with a grateful smile, about to turn away and head to the table that had become his unofficial spot, but something compelled him to turn around and stay, “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” your heart was starting that same rapid beating, butterflies all in your stomach. There was something about damned smile and those gorgeous eyes that made you weak in the knees; you had sworn you wouldn’t give into him, and yet here you were, putty in his hands.

“Are you free tomorrow evening?” he blurted out suddenly, his voice climbing about an octave higher than normal as he anticipated your response.

“Yes,” you answered before you could even think about it. Even if you had thought about it, it wasn’t going to be a no anyways.

“Great,” he bit his lip and you thought you had almost died and gone to heaven. You were sure there was almost no better sight in the world, “then it’s a date...”

“It’s a date,” you repeated, feeling like your face was about to break in half from the giant grin, “oh! Actually I work till 6, but we could do something afterwards?”

“Absolutely.”

“Great! Is there someplace you wanted to meet? ‘Cause I kinda feel you’ve got this whole thing planned.”

“How about I pick you up?” he suggested, “and if you must know, I do have something in mind. It’s only taken me what...about two months to pluck up the courage to actually ask you out? Needless to say, I’ve had plenty of time to think about all of this.”

“I knew it!” John had somehow inched his way closer and become privy to your entire conversation. The two of you turned to face him, and as much as you tried to be annoyed, the both of you couldn’t help but giggle. John gave you a gaptoothed smile before going back to the espresso machine, pretending to be engrossed. I guess they were right after all you thought to yourself.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you turned back to him and he bobbed his head up and down, “thank you again for the flowers. I’m sure Deacy is going to arrange them perfectly in a nice vase for me, aren’t you?”

John played deaf as you exchanged a look with Ben. Ben reached over and brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek and causing a jolt of electricity to flow throughout your body, “see you tomorrow, love.”

He turned on his heel and left, turning around to shoot you one last wink before disappearing outside and into the lightly swirling snow. You watched him go, rooted in your spot as you swayed lightly on your feet. Was this real life or fantasy?

“I hate to say I told you so, kid,” John reached for the flowers so he could store them properly for you, seemingly approving of Ben’s choices, “but I told you so. He is completely smitten with you.”

“How do you even know that?” you followed him behind the counter, your face feeling warm, “he just seemed so...”

“Interested?” he suggested and you wrong nonchalantly as you hopped onto the counter, “how was it not obvious to you? No man comes to the same place to study as frequently as he did.”

“Oh. Oh?”

“Besides that,” he started arranging the flowers, “he asked about your schedule ages ago. And about what your favorite flowers were.”

“He what!?”

“Don’t act so shocked,” John seemed right pleased with himself as you tried to keep yourself together, “maybe you should have listened to me.”

“You’re the worst, Deacy,” you shook your head at him, wondering when and how you had warranted a wing man such as him, “the absolute worst.”

“Whatever you say,” he snorted, “you know, all this reminds me, I should go and get some flowers for Veronica. We’ve got a date this weekend, but I think she’ll enjoy some now!”

“That’s disgustingly cute,” you reminded him. He always beamed like no other when he talked about his wife, or any of family; he really was the gentlest soul, “tell her I said! And Cam and Luke! I’ll hold the fort down until next shift comes in.”

“You’re the best kid!”

»»————-　♡　————-««

The rest of the day, and the next day if you were being honest, were filled with nervous anticipation as you tried to figure out what Ben had possibly planned. For a second you wondered if this was some sort of colossal mistake and he was planning on kidnapping you, but you quickly pushed that out of your mind.

Was it something formal or fancy? If you dressed up would it end up being over the top and ridiculous? But if you went too casual would you look silly and out of place? You let out a long sigh as you flopped onto your bed and buried your face into your pillow. You never would have cared this much with anyone else, but suddenly with Ben you were over-analyzing every little detail. Who would have thought?

After calling your best friend and trying to get her reassurances and opinions, you settled on a silver dress that had some gold details on it. That way you figured it was ever so slightly festive, and could be either casual or more dressy. If you continued to think about it anymore, it would drive you crazy, so you decided to let it be. Whatever happened at this point would happen.

“My, my, my,” Nicole was practically beaming at you when you walked into work, looking way more done up than necessary for a regular shift a. You shrugged lightly before turning around and giving her a twirl, “you look stunning!”

“Really?” you asked her nervously, “I probably spent way too much time thinking about this stupid outfit. I’m actually nervous!”

“Just relax,” she encouraged you, “it’s just Ben. And it’s not like you haven’t already spent ages talking to him.”

“I know,” you walked behind towards the back to go and clock, hoping the time would go by quickly, “and yet that’s why I’m nervous!”

“You’re a bad ass, babes,” she reminded you. You gave her a nervous little smile as you ducked into the back, “you’ve got this!”

The majority of the afternoon was busy and it didn’t give you much of a chance to indulge in your own thoughts as you flitted from customer to customer. Busy was good, but it did make the time go by quickly. And as the time for Ben to pick you up came closer, your nerves grew exponentially.

“Hey,” Nicole whispered under her breath as she gently nudged your arm. You looked up to follow her line of sight, and immediately felt like the wind was knocked out of you at the sight. Ben had come in and he looked even better than he normally did, if that was possible, brushing a few flakes of snow from his golden hair. She sighed wistfully before turning back to you, “you are so lucky.”

“I suppose I am,” you responded, looking back down at the counter, trying not to get caught staring, even though you knew it didn’t really make a difference at this point.

“Go on,” she pushed you towards and him but you reminded rooted in your spot, “Y/N! Go say hi, I can cover the counter!”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive!”

With that, you tiptoed around the counter and walked over to Ben, who was sitting near the back, a smile etched on his face as he scrolled through his phone.

“Hey stranger,” you joked softly as you waited for him to notice you. It only took a millisecond before he put his phone and looked at you, eyes widening in surprise. You could feel your entire face heating up under his gaze.

“Wow… you look beautiful,” he jumped up almost instantly and tucked his phone into his pocket, giving you his full attention. He looked just as handsome as ever, all done up in a button down and dress pants, his golden mane expertly tamed. Had he always been so good looking?

“So do you,” you managed to blurt back at him, “well handsome anyway. I’m glad I decided to dress up since you haven’t exactly told me what we’re doing.”

“It’s all a surprise, love,” he shrugged as he raised his eyebrows at you. He paused for a moment before casting his eyes upwards. It took you a moment before you realized what he was doing, but followed his gaze and spotted what had caught his eye: a beautiful fresh bundle of mistletoe.

“Of course,” you laughed nervously, “all courtesy of John.”

“You know what mistletoe means, right?” his voice was low as he stepped closer and grinned at you. You nodded as you felt yourself leaning closer into him, your body naturally responding.

“I think it means you’re supposed to kiss me,” you whispered back at him, the two of you grinning at each other like shy little schoolchildren. You were sure that you had everyone’s eyes on your back and you thought about turning back and telling them to go away, but decided against it, too enthralled in the moment.

“Is it okay?” he asked quietly and you found yourself only able to nod in response. He put his hand on the side of your face, skin so much more delicate than you would have thought, before you leaning down slightly and gently pressing his lips to yours.

You thought your heart might burst with happiness as you leaned into him, not wanting the moment to ever end. He tasted sweet, almost like cocoa, his plush lips softer than your dreams even, to put it simply: perfect.

“Wow,” whether or not it accidentally came out, you weren’t sure but you found your hand going to face as he just grinned at you, “oops?”

“No oops,” he said as you heard the sound of clapping coming from behind you. You turned on your heel and found Nicole and John watching the two of you chattering among themselves, “umm...I guess they’re supportive?”

“They’ve been waiting for this moment, I think,” you admitted as you shook her at them and gestured for them to go away, “should we go...before they decide to come with us? Last time I checked this was supposed to be a date, not a friendly outing.”

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed, giving you that million dollar smile you already adored, “I’ll wait outside for you. Do you have a coat?”

“Yes,” you answered, “I’ll be there in just minute!”

Rushing back behind the counter you dashed into the back and quickly clocked out, taking your apron off and hastily grabbing your stuff, throwing your coat. You shook your head at your boss and friend before shouting, “I swear there better be no stalking on this date, or I’ll quit and never speak to either of you again.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Nicole grinned at you, giving you a cheery wave as you dashed out and in the chilly evening, “have fun, lovebirds!”

Snow was lightly falling from the sky as you stepped outside, Ben waiting there for you. It was the perfect, if not overly cliche, moment, “hey!”

“Hey,” you beamed as you almost skipped over to him, taking his outstretched hand in yours. He wasted in no time in lacing his fingers through yours, “so what did you have in mind for this evening?”

“I was thinking, and tell me if this horribly cheesy or not, that we could go and look at all the Christmas lights and displays,” he swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, “and then we can go and get dinner? I have this place I really like and I think you’d enjoy it too.”

“That is all terribly cheesy,” you agreed as you stepped in stride with him, body pressed against his as much as closely as possible, “but I love the sound of it all. Lead the way Mr. Jones!”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he seemed visibly relieved, “but first, we need to make a stop at my favorite, well second favorite, cafe. They had amazing everything there, and I think you’d like it. You said you like cocoa, right?”

“I did,” you grinned, happy to see that he remembered all these little things about you, “I’m impressed, you actually have quite the memory!”

“Don’t let this pretty face fool you.” he threw his back with laughter, “I’m actually smarter than I look.”

“Please, carry on and continue to impress me,” you said as he came to a stop in front of a small, quaint looking little shop. It looked old, like it was straight out of a vintage Hollywood movie, and you could already tell you were to like it, “okay, I’m already impressed!”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he opened the door for your and ushered you inside, the delicious smelling space, “now let’s this date started properly.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

The next several hours were spent walking around hand-in-hand as Ben led you around the best Christmas and light displays around downtown London. It was almost as though he had intricately planned every step and turn and made sure you were going to be dazzled, and you definitely were.

There were moments when you weren’t sure if you were more amazed by the lights or Ben; the way he talked about anything and everything that crossed his mind, or how his face lit up at every little display of lights, how he actually had paid attention to all the things you had told him over the last several weeks. It was all like it was almost meant to be.

“Y/N?” you hadn’t realized you had tuned out of what he was saying, just staring at him as he told you a story. You shook your head and tuned back in and turned to him, “thought I lost you there for a moment.”

“Sorry,” you felt your cheeks heat up, “I was distracted by...”

“The lights?” he teased, but you both innately knew what you had actually been distracted by, “I can understand. The...lights are quite beautiful.”

“The lights,” you bit your bottom lip and Ben couldn’t help but stare, enthralled by your every move, “are pretty.”

“It’s getting chilly,” he swayed lightly on the balls of his feet, “are you ready to go and get dinner? It’ll definitely help us warm up.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“This is your favorite place?” you asked, looking around the quaint little restaurant. It was cozy and had a warm feel to it, and you were mildly surprised to find that he liked a place such as this. It seemed out of character for him, but you realized that there was a lot to him that you didn’t know yet. The more you got to knew him, the more he realized how much you actually did like him. He was much different than you had originally thought he would be.

“Is it that surprising?” he teased, nudging your leg with his under the table. You just shrugged at him, “did you really think I was just some silly jock?”

“I mean...kind of?” you admitted, poking around at the food on your plate. Needless to say your first impression of him had been wrong, very wrong. He was much more than just a pretty party boy, he was a kind and gentle soul who genuinely cared for you. You finally met his sage eyes and found him watching you curiously, "I guess I was wrong after all. You have definitely proven me wrong in all the best ways possible."

"I'm glad to hear that," he took a sip of the wine he had picked and shot you a wink, which made melt in your set a little bit, "you have not proven me wrong at all."

"Oh?" you snorted lightly as you sat back in your seat and waited for him to expand further.

"Nope," he took a bite and chewed it as slowly as possibly, purposeful with every movement. You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at him, and he finally swallowed, with a little bit of laughter, "I always knew you were smart, funny, wonderful, and pretty."

"Shut up," you blurted out without even thinking about it, garnering the attention from the people at the nearby tables. Ben's shoulders shook with laughter as you cleared your throat, "I mean, what, really? I'm just...me. I'm nothing special."

"See, that's where you're wrong," he insisted, leaned in from across the table, "you are amazing though. Just because you don't see it, doesn't mean that others don't. I don't necessarily think incredibly highly of myself, but the why you make me feel is incredible."

"Oh? Really?" your voice cracked ever so slightly as your stomach seemed to do somersaults, "I mean, I like you, obviously, so yeah."

"I like you too, obviously," he confessed, although at this point it wasn't really much of a confession, "at the beginning there, I wasn't sure if you were ever going to actually going to give me the time of the day!"

"So you did come all the time for me," you realized that John hadn't been lying the whole time after all. Ben's face couldn't have been redder has he nodded and stared at his plate, "holy shit."

"Holy shit good or bad?"

"Holy shit good," you grinned at him, "definitely good."

"I mean, I thought it would be obvious that I wasn't studying that entire time!"

"It was...but you know, you can never really tell," you stuck out your tongue at him, "what if you had been there for someone else?"

"Who else was there?!"

"I dunno, Nicole?" you tried to downplay how excited you were, knowing guys like Ben usually went for all the other girls, not you generally. But the fact that you were here with was evidence that not everything was at it seemed, “she’s pretty, funny, nice.”

"That may be trust, but she’s not you. It was you," he said, "always you."

"That's super cheesy," you found yourself shyly giggling at him, "like mega, almost Hallmark status. But it's cute. You're cute."

"Yeah?" he seemed unsure of himself at first, but the grin that was pulling at the corner of his face suggested that he was indeed very pleased, “like honestly?”

"Obviously,” you took your wine glass and clinked it against his before bringing it to your lips and taking a sip. You took your time tasting the liquid before washing it down, “I’m a busy person, Ben, just like I know you are, and I don’t like having my time wasted or wasting my time. And this? This is definitely not a waste of my time.”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” he let out a low sigh of relief, his nerves visibly calmed, “because I really don’t wasting time either, and you are definitely not a waste of time either. I like giving you my time....this is cliche? This is terribly cliche, isn’t it?”

“The most cliche thing I’ve ever witnessed,” you agreed, “but it’s Christmas time and life is all sort of a big cliche, isn’t it? I think we should toast to that.”

“To Christmas time cliches?” he asked as he held up his glass and you followed suit. You nodded and tapped your glass against his, letting a pleasant sound ring between the two of you.

“To Christmas time cliches,” you agreed and the two of you drank hearty sips before setting the glasses back down, “to this one and hopefully many more cheesy cliches to come.”

“I like the sound of that.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Well, this is me,” you had made to the front of your apartment building much faster than you would have liked. The walk back from the restaurant had been pleasant, a peaceful quiet falling between the two of you as you walked hand in hand, Ben occasionally humming along to the Christmas music that flooded from every shop and home.

“You live close to me,” he mused as you started to make your way up the steps, “I live a few blocks down. Good to know I can come and bother you pretty much whenever.”

“Ha ha,” you waggled a finger at him, unsure of what to say, but also not wanting to end the evening. If you could have had it your way, it would never have ended. He seemed to notice your reluctance in letting him leave, so he took a step up so he was almost eye level with you, staring at you with such an intensity that you were sure he could see into the depths of your soul, “well...I guess this is it.”

“Don’t make it sound so permanent,” he joked, subconsciously licking his lips, which you definitely noticed, “it’s just for tonight. If you’re working tomorrow, I have a lot of studying to do, or if you’re off, I have a lot of movies that need to be watched, and blankets that to be used sooo....”

“It just so happens that I’m off tomorrow,” you grinned at him, “and I think that a movie marathon sounds pretty good. It just so happens that I can make a mean bag of microwave popcorn.”

“Oh?” he threw his head back with laughter.

“Oh yeah,” you tried to keep a serious expression on your face, “you know, unwrapping it, sticking it in the microwave, and pressing the button...it’s hard work. But I’ve got it down, pretty well, not to brag or anything.”

“I’ve very much like to see those skills in action.”

“I guess you’d better come and pick me up tomorrow, huh?”

“How does noon sound?”

“Perfect to me,” you bounced on the heels of your feet, “I’ll see you then.”

“Yes,” he took a deep breath before giving you a small wave and turning to leave, “good night, Y/N.”

“Good night Ben,” you said quietly as you watched him leave, while you didn’t mind the sight, you still didn’t want him to go. When he was almost halfway down the block, you ran off the stairs and after him, “Ben!”

“What’s wrong?” he asked as turned to find in front of him, breathless.

“Nothing,” you admitted, “it’s just-”

Before you could say anything, Ben’s hands were on your hips and he pulled you into his body and crashed his soft lips onto yours, giving you a passionate kiss. You only took you about a second to respond, snaking your arms around his neck and keeping him pressed against your lips.

When you finally pulled apart, you were both red faced and breathless, a dusting of snowflakes covering both of you.

“This might be the most cliche thing of all,” he laughed as he brushed some of the flakes from your locks, “you actually came after me-”

“You kissed me,” you reminded him, raising a eyebrow, “technically. You just beat me to it.”

“And it started snowing,” you reached up and wiped some of the snow out of his locks, “almost too disgustingly cute.”

“But perfect,” you whispered softly.

“But perfect,” he agreed, “absolutely perfect.

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