#freddie mercury x y/n

[randomgurl2326]

Listen Here Bucko’s…

I have notice the SEVERE lack of Harlan Coven’s Shelter fics on this app(and many others) and it has to stop.

I mean come on people; Ema Winslow!?!?!? Arthur Spoon Spindell!?!?!?!? Even fucking Troy for gods’ sake!!

I will be supplying fics for this fandom, but we need more people to write for this show. PLEASE IT HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!!

Thank you for listening to my Ted Talk (^••^)

——Abigale

p.s. I’m proud of you for making it through another day my little chalupa muah. All of you are strong and capable, never forget that💚💜

[pandapetals]

Shits and Giggles

You and Logan get drunk together and get caught by Xavier.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

divider credit: @enchanthings

“I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had,�� you giggled, waving the half-empty beer bottle in your hand like it was some kind of trophy. The world felt a little off-kilter, the living room spinning just slightly as you leaned against Logan on the couch.

Logan, slouched back with his legs stretched out and another empty bottle at his feet, glanced over at you, his lips curling into a lopsided grin. “Sweetheart,” he slurred, his words tinged with a hiccup, “I think we both gave up on countin' somewhere between… hell, I don’t even know.”

You snorted, dissolving into another fit of laughter that made your shoulders shake. “Between 'hell' and 'I don’t even know,'” you echoed, the absurdity of it striking you as the funniest thing in the world. “That’s gotta be at least… five?”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for another bottle on the coffee table, nearly knocking over a half-eaten bowl of pretzels in the process. “Five? Try ten,” he shot back, popping the cap off with a quick twist of his wrist. “You’re lightweight compared to me.” He took a swig, then glanced sideways at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Remember when you tried to out-drink me that one time?”

You burst into laughter again, nearly spilling your drink. “Oh my God, yes! I thought I could handle whiskey,” you said, still giggling as you shook your head. “And then I ended up singing 'Bohemian Rhapsody' on the pool table.”

Logan snorted, his deep laugh rumbling in his chest. “Yeah, you were ‘Galileo’-ing so hard, I thought you were gonna fall off.” He pointed at you with the neck of his beer bottle, his grin widening. “I’ve never seen anyone get that passionate about Freddie Mercury.”

“Well,” you said, trying to compose yourself but failing as another hiccup escaped, “Freddie Mercury is worth the passion.”

You both dissolved into another round of laughter, so loud that the quiet mansion seemed to echo with it, the kind of laughter that left your sides hurting and tears forming at the corners of your eyes. It felt like the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of you—your private little universe of bad jokes and too many drinks.

Logan wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still chuckling. “We gotta be the loudest drunks in history,” he murmured, his voice low and amused. “Pretty sure we just woke up half the neighborhood.”

“Hey, it’s not our fault the living room has such good acoustics,” you said, hiccuping again, then letting out a laugh that quickly turned into a snort. “Plus, if the mansion was really soundproof like Xavier claims, we’d be fine.”

As if on cue, Xavier wheeled in, looking every bit the stern headmaster despite the lateness of the hour. His brows were raised in a mixture of amusement and disapproval. “And what, may I ask, is the cause of all this ruckus?” he said, his voice calm but carrying that unmistakable tone of authority.

You clapped a hand over your mouth, trying—and failing—to stifle your laughter. “Professor!” you said, eyes wide as you tried to sit up straighter. “Uh, we were just… um…”

“Studying the effects of… alcohol on… something,” Logan added, attempting to sound serious but breaking into a grin halfway through the sentence. “Purely scientific. For… education.”

Xavier sighed, shaking his head as he looked between the two of you. “At this hour? In the middle of the living room?” His lips quirked slightly like he was fighting the urge to smile. “You do realize there are other people in this mansion who require sleep?”

You bit your lip, trying to look contrite but still giggling. “Sorry, Professor,” you said, though your voice wobbled with barely contained laughter. “We’ll keep it down. Pinky promise.” You held up your little finger as if to seal the deal.

Logan glanced at you, then back at Xavier, and without missing a beat, extended his own pinky in a solemn gesture. “Swear on it,” he said, the grin still tugging at his lips.

Xavier shook his head again, a hint of a smile breaking through his stern expression. “I suppose I’ll let it slide this time,” he said, turning his chair toward the door. “But if I hear another rendition of 'Bohemian Rhapsody,' you’ll be on kitchen duty for the rest of the month.”

As soon as he left the room, you and Logan exchanged a look before breaking into laughter all over again, doubling over as you clinked your bottles together. “Kitchen duty,” you gasped, wiping tears from your eyes. “I can’t even make toast without setting off the smoke alarm.”

Logan’s deep laughter echoed through the room once more as he reached over to pull you closer, his arm slipping around your shoulders. “Guess that’s one more reason to behave,” he said, his voice still rough with amusement. “But I gotta admit, darlin’, there’s nobody I’d rather get scolded with.”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as the laughter finally started to die down, leaving a warm, fuzzy contentment in its wake. “Likewise,” you murmured, your voice softened by the alcohol and the comfort of his warmth. “We really are a bad influence on each other, huh?”

Logan chuckled, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. “Maybe,” he said quietly, “but I’d say we’re a damn good time.”

[ellecdc]

hii!! how’s ur week going?? im about to started my mid-terms and im going insane hshshs

soo

this is a little idea that i had, if u don’t like it or don’t find it that good then that’s completely fine but

i thought of remus x reader in which reader is in love w the beauty and the beast (it’s my favorite princess and emma watson making the movie will forever be my roman empire) and they dress up as them for halloween!!!!

maybe reader is going as belle and didn’t tell remus to dress up w her bc she didn’t want to offend him or anything but instead, even though a little skeptical about, finds it funny and a good idea AND HE SURPRISES HIS GIRL DRESSED AS THE BEAST AND SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY AS BELLE

😁😁😁😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊byee

cute little halloweeny moment <3 thanks for your request! I hope I did it justice :)

Remus Lupin x fem!reader who dresses up as Belle [678 words]

CW: halloween, dirty joke but nothing explicit, mentions of a 'drink table' but no descriptions of drinking

“You look so cute, Y/N.” Lily cooed as she looped her arms through the rope spider web the two of you spent all night tying as she watched you adjusted the white apron around your waist, smiling at her in the mirror as you finished putting on your costume. “Does this mean Remus is gonna be the Beast to your Belle?” 

You sighed with a smile as you smoothed your hands over the blue dress you were wearing, a small red rose tucked into the pocket of your half apron. “No…costumes and dressing up isn’t really his thing.” You admitted rather ruefully. “I wasn’t going to force him.”

Lily made a sympathetic sound as she came to smooth out the bow you had tied behind you that you couldn’t see. “Did you ask, though? I think Rem would do just about anything you asked of him, you know?”

You flushed at the sentiment and worried your lip between your teeth. “I told him that I would be dressing up, but he didn’t seem very keen. It’s alright; maybe next year!” 

Lily looked like she had more to say (though, when did she not?) but gave you as good a hug as she could manage with her four extra legs strapped to her back. “Alright, let’s go find our dates, hm?” 

The Gryffindor common room was only just starting to fill up as the portrait hole was propped open for other houses to attend, but most of the Gryffindor’s were already there.

Most of them.

“Lils, do you see the bo-”

“Oh my god!” Lily nearly squealed as she grabbed at your arm (rather roughly, you might add - that was definitely going to bruise). 

“Merlin, Lily, what’s gotten in-” but the words died on your lips when you turned to see the boys descending the stairs from their dormitory. 

Sirius was dressed as Freddie Mercury, Peter was dressed as Dumbledore, James was dressed as the moth no doubt to Lily’s spiderweb, and Remus…

“Good evening.” He greeted you with a theatrical bow, holding his hand out for your own.

“Rem-”

He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before returning to his full height, adorned in the formal wear of The Beast.

“What are you doing?” You laughed, incapable of taking your eyes off of his soft smile and honeyed gaze to even fully appreciate the costume he was wearing.

“You were so excited to dress up, and I knew you’d make a beautiful Belle, so…” He trailed off as his gaze trailed appreciatively over your form. 

“You dressed up for me?” You nearly cooed, causing Lily to let out a boisterous laugh. 

“I told you he’d do just about anything you asked of him!” She chided.

“S’no fair either.” Sirius pouted from his otherside; fake moustache moving comically as he levelled you with a look. “All these years we’ve been begging him to dress up with us.” 

“Last year we were Goldilocks and the two bears.” Peter continued. 

“The year before that we were the teenage mutant ninja turtles, sans Raphael.” James carried on.

“And you can’t forget the embarrassing year we went as three of the four seasons.” Sirius grumbled earning him hums of agreement from the other two Marauders.

“But…why didn’t you guys just find three themed costumes?” You asked then; the three boys blinking at you as Remus let out a loud snort. 

“My point, Y/N,” Sirius continued with faux contempt, “is that you should feel very special.”

“I do.” You let out somewhat breathlessly as you turned to watch Remus turn bashful. 

“Let us know if he’s a beast in bed too, yeah?” James called over, earning him an elbow in the gut from Lily. 

“James.” Lily chided, though when he turned his attention towards the drink table, she mouthed ‘he is, though, right?’. 

“I can’t believe you did this.” You murmured as you let Remus lead you towards the snack table.

“For you?” He asked as he popped a cheese puff in his mouth. “I’d do just about anything you asked, dove.”

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hi

could you please do a BoRhap request? Where she looks after the guys during recording since her family owns Rockfield Farm and they love her cooking? But the guys (minus Fred who has Mary) all fancy her too?

❤️

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

Pairings: John + Roger + Brian x Fem!reader Summary: ^^ Warnings: none, I don't think Note: I did my best guys, I'm sorry

a knock came to your door as you finished up breakfast

you left the kitchen and went to the front door

you opened the door to see a blonde with long hair with sunglasses on

he was wearing dark, slightly flared jeans, a yellow v neck shirt underneath a greeny grey jacket with fur

behind him was a short haired brunette with a mustache

he pushed the blonde out of the way and held out his hand

"hi, I'm paul, this is Roger, From Queen" he introduced

of course you knew Queen was coming to your family's farm, it wasn't like you didn't know who they were and wouldn't let them in, it's just that you felt Rogers gaze planted on you and it made you feel a little nervous

"you're not" Roger scoffed quietly

"yes, of course, come in, are the rest here too?" you asked, stepping out of the way to let them in

"they're sorting out their luggage" Roger answered, taking off his glasses

"well, I made breakfast..if you're hungry?" you smiled tightly

"depends what you're serving" Roger smirked and looked you up and down

"pancakes" you responded quickly

"yeah, I could eat"

he followed you to the kitchen and he took a seat, shovelling food onto the plate in front of him and started eating

a few minutes later Roger had finished his plate and went back for seconds

"ah there you are Freddie" Paul spoke up, noticing the other three band members by the door

"we're also here mate" the tall, long curly haired brunette said, seeming annoyed by Paul's presence

"should I show you boys to your rooms?" you wondered, breaking the silence that filled the room

The three boys standing at the door all turned to you

"didn't know the farm came with a pretty lady" the curly Brunette smiled

"oh I'm Y/n. this is my Family's Farm. I live in the building beside this one, I'm just here to show you around"

"are those pancakes for us?" the auburn haired one said

"oh, yes! you can have as many as you want" you pointed to the mountain of pancakes you had made on the counter

"they are delicious" Roger said with a mouthful of food

"well I'm Brian, This is Fred and John and I see you've already met Rog"

"it's a pleasure to meet you guys"

"pleasure's all ours darling" Freddie beamed

"well I'll show you your rooms then" you said taking off your apron and leading them upstairs

"it's probably not what you're used to but your manager said it was perfect to get away from distractions so" you shrugged

you turned to face the boys and see Roger first

"you're in here. mister Taylor" you looked to the first door

"right" he grunted, walking into the room with his heavy luggage

"and that's yours, Mister Mercury" you pointed to the room in the corner to the left

"thank you darling"

"Mister May, yours is right here" pointing to the right side next to the bathroom

Brian walked into the room and you noticed John still standing on the top of the stairs

"oh, sorry. mister Deacon, you're downstairs" he walks back down the stairs and you lead him down to the room.

"I know it's small but it doesn't get nearly as cold as the other rooms" you informed him

"okay..." he frowns as he steps down

"well I'll let you get settled then, i'll show you and the band around when you're ready" you smiled, starting to go up the stairs

"are there still pancakes?" he asked, putting his luggage down on the bed

"oh yeah, they'd probably still be warm too" you answered

he soon started following you up the stairs to the kitchen to find all the other members of the band eating the pancakes

"Rog really didn't lie, these pancakes are delicious" Brian hummed

"we need more syrup" Roger lifted up the empty bottle of maple syrup

"oh..ok" you walked over to the fridge as John took a seat and started eating the food

"here you go" you grinned, putting the syrup on the table in front of them

-

it's been a few days since they've arrived and much to your surprise, you've seen more of them then you expected

you didn't think you would see much of them, you thought thy would be very busy and you didn't have a problem with that

but Roger, Brian and John all seemed to want you around them

Roger would casually flirt with you

Brian would always start up a conversation or make you help with with a lyric

and John would subtly make eye contact and smile before coming up to you to ask for suggestions

and they would all ask if you could cook them up something when they got hungry and said they liked your cooking, so much so that there would be barely any left for Freddie or you.

Roger was currently helping you make breakfast while Brian and John sat and ate while they discussed songs

"i put my heart and soul into this song" Roger spoke up as they talked about his new song he made

"no one is disputing that" John smiled, lifting up his fork

"and you don't like it because you want your songs on the album" Roger fought

"it's not that Roger" John denied

"then what is it?" the blonde raised his eyebrows as he stopped cutting bread

"I'm in love with my car?" Brian spoke up

you fought back a laugh at the thought of the song

Brian and John both made a questionable face as silence filled the air

"maybe it's not strong enough?" Brian suggested

"what does that even mean 'not strong enough'?" Roger frowned

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Freddie came in and poured himself some tea

John straightened his back and looked at the singer "discussing Roger's car song"

"is it strong enough, that's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here, then i apologise" Brian put his hands up defensively

"how does your new song go, then, hm?" Roger walked over and grabbed Brians lyrics

"you call me sweet.. like I'm some kind of cheese" the drummer read out

you stifled a laugh as you cooked bacon

"it's good" Brian defended, looking at the John who was eating a sausage with a smile and Freddie who was stirring his tea

"wow" Roger sighed sarcastically

"is that-, is that you know- when my hand's on your grease gun..That's very subtle isn't it?" Brian read Rogers back

"it's a metaphor, Brian" Roger argued

"it's just a bit weird Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?" John spoke, waving his fork around

"what do you think, Y/n?" Roger turned to you, looking for backup

you put the now cooked bacon on a plate and turned to the boys

"don't turn to me, I'm not getting involved" you shook your head

"children please, we could all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?" Freddie butted in

"statistically speaking, most bands don't fail, they break up" John stated mater-of-a-factly

"why the hell would you say something like that?" Freddie frowned

John shrugged and Freddie turned back to the Blonde

"Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen" Freddie informed the drummer before walking out

"you know why you're angry, Roger?" Brian began again

"...why?" Roger breathed out

"'cause you know you're song isn't strong enough" the curly headed man repeated

"boys I really don't think you should be-" you started to say but cut off by Roger throwing bacon at Brian's face

"is that strong enough?" Roger questioned

"ok" you mumbled, looking at John, who smiled at you amusingly

Roger pushed off plates and glasses off the table angrily

"what about that?!" he asked before going over to find something else

"Hey!" you yelled at Roger, who grabbed a pot of Coffee

he turned and began to swing it at the two boys before he stopped as they put their hands up

"Not the coffee machine!?" they both yelled

Roger put the coffee machine down and you sighed looking at the mess

"I'll clean this up" he sighed after a moment of silence

"you sure are" you nodded sternly

-

you sat in the recording room on the couch with John and Roger as Brian got ready to record his guitar

Roger slung his arm around your shoulder as Brian got set up

"so..how about we go get dinner later" he suggested

"pardon?" you wondered

"you, me, i'll take you out to dinner" he repeated

"I highly doubt she'll want to go out with you, Roger, she's too good for you" John sighed

"and what? you're better?" the drummer scoffed, looking over you to the auburn headed bassist

John stared at Roger for a moment

"how's katie? last time we saw her was right before we left to come here" the Deacon wondered

"shut it mate" Roger groaned

your thoughts were cut short as Brian started playing

you focused on the music but felt John's gaze on you, you slowly turned your head to see him staring at you, smiling

"so, do you have a boyfriend?" Roger asked

"I don't see how that's any of your business" you crossed your arms, looking back at Brian, who's still playing his solo

"what if I want to ask you out?" he shrugged

"how come you're the one that gets to ask her out?" John leans forward to argue with Roger

"because I can" the Taylor boy smirked

"Roger, do you have to be such a man whore?" John questioned, his accent become more defined and thick

"I think you're just jealous you don't get women chasing after you" Roger huffed, leaning back on the couch, seeming to be not fazed

"ah yes, because all i need is women to make me feel better about myself, all i need and want is women around me to fill a void of unfulfillment" John rolled his eyes

"oh yeah? let's see who she wants more then" Roger raises his eyebrows as he took off his glasses to look at you

John frowned "you can't pressure her into choosing either of us...that's not how relationships work, Roger"

Roger stifled a laugh "who said I wanted a relationship"

"my point exactly"

"all i'm saying" is that she's probably looking for somebody to love and i'm right here" Roger raised his hands in defense

"what makes you think she wants someone?" John glared

"children, children. leave the poor girl alone, she doesn't want either of you" Freddie butted in

you found yourself wondering how it came to this, two members of the band Queen almost practically fighting for your, to be with you

it made sense about Roger, seeing all of those tabloids of him with new girls around his shoulder almost every week

but John? he didn't really seem the type

you tuned out of the argument and soon wondered when Brian came back into the room as you looked up to find him sitting with Freddie

"I think whatever happens, it's up to her, you shouldn't be trying to force something she does not want" John fought

"what are you guys fighting about?"

"who gets to take this beautiful lady out" Roger smirked, nodding towards you

"who says either of you get to?" Brian spoke in a confused manner

"oh don't tell me you want her too?" Roger groaned

"what's so wrong about that?" the guitarist questioned

"I'm gonna go" you sighed, getting up

"are you still going to make us pasta tonight?" John perked up

you chuckled "I think you all need a break from my cooking"

"NO!!"

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[hretoprvdthepltnx]

would you please write an ineffable husbands fic where they cook together (at Azeriphale's request of course)? It can regard or disregard season 2. Just please make it fluffy and cute

3 O'clock Breakfast

Ineffable Husbands x daughter-son!reader

Summary: Y/n stayed up late to finish the novel they were reading, and it ended sadder than they expected. Seeking out comfort in their Mother-Father, Aziraphale - a fellow book enthusiast, they didn't except him to insist upon a family Smile, Love breakfast at 3am. Their other parent isn't entirely pleased.

Content: hurt/comfort, reader is written as a teenager (can be older or younger but a teen nonetheless), tears over fiction are valid tears, Aziraphale is a sweetheart, Crowley is sour about having to get out of bed, the reader is Crowley and Aziraphale's biological child - don't ask me how that works, just sweet things with an ethereal family,

Rating: 14+ || 1.5k+ words

Their eyes burned with exhaustion and the salt of tears. Five minutes ago, they could barely stay awake - but it was only a couple more pages and they couldn't stop there, not with what was happening in the story. Now the book sat, upside down and offending, on the nightstand by their bed. The tears wouldn't stop, it was a numb sort of cry. They should have seen this coming. Everything was leading up to it they had just hoped...but no. They wanted their parents - someone they could rant to who would share in their grieving. They wanted Aziraphale. He was the one who recommended the stupid book to begin with. But they weren't mad, not really, just grieving and tired.

Sliding out of bed, they made the trek from their room to their parents' down the hall. They paused at the door to wipe their eyes and clear their airway with a sniffle, then gently pushed it open. "Are you guys awake?" They asked, feeling fresh tears block up in their throat at being so close to their parents. Why did it have to work that way? One second you think you've got yourself under control and then your parent speaks or shows up and suddenly you're crying again. The bedside lamp switched on and Aziraphale sat up, Crowley grumbling unintelligibly and rubbing at his slitted yellow eyes. "Darling? Is everything alright?"

They made their way to his side of the bed and Aziraphale opened his arms to welcome them into his freely offered comfort. Their tears were now back in full, and they wrapped themself around the softness of their Mother-Father with the need to be held. Crowley sat up and exchanged a look with his husband. "Love, are you alright?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep. "I-I fin-finished it." They sobbed into the collar of Aziraphale's shirt, and he made a sound of understanding, nodding. "The novel I lent you? Did you enjoy it? I do believe the ending was quite sad, I was rather dewy eyed over it as well."

"Wait, all this is about a book?" Aziraphale shot Crowley a look of warning. "I do believe it is. A rather emotional story, wasn't it love?" Their child mumbled something in to Aziraphale's shirt that might have been 'yes' or perhaps 'fuck you'. Crowley couldn't believe he'd been pulled out of what might have been a dream, or perhaps a memory, either way it involved Freddie Mercury, just for this. Why would anyone ever want to read if this was the result? "Do you want to sleep with us tonight, darling?" Crowley asked, flopping back down with his head on his pillow. He looked at the clock, the red lettering projected an offensive 3:07AM.

Y/n sat up and wiped their eyes, then laid their head back down on Aziraphale's shoulder, looking out. He rubbed their back soothingly, always so empathetic. "I don't think I can sleep right now." Aziraphale hummed, an upturned chipper to roll the sound from his throat. "Well," he said, a breathless excitement and loving smile that cast one identically on to the tear puffed face of his child. His little world right there, teary eyed and oh-so lovable, in his warm and inviting lap. "Why don't we go downstairs, and I make us a pot of tea? Perhaps some breakfast?" Crowley groaned and threw his arms up over his face in exhausted exasperation - both husband and his child ignored him. "Can we make pancakes? With toppings?"

Aziraphale smiled. "Why, of course! Anything you'd like! And we can all make it together!" Crowley sat up, glaring. "Woah, hold on. All of us? I never said anything about breakfast, I don't even like breakfast." Aziraphale guided y/n to stand up and then he followed suit, standing at the base of his side of the bed and glaring back at his husband while their child waited in the doorway, amused. "Well, Crowley, not everything is about you. Our child wants pancakes, now get up and come help us make them." Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged a long look, each silently daring the other to act against them. Finally, Aziraphale grabbed the bottom of the duvet and yanked it off the bed, sending pillows and sheets flying to the floor. Crowley yelled out in protest; y/n stood laughing in the doorway. He glared at them; they glared back playfully.

Aziraphale wacked Crowley gently on the foot. "Up." He demanded with an accusatory pointing of fingers. Crowley groaned in the most dramatic fashion and threw his legs over the side of the bed to stand up, cursing Aziraphale under his breath all the while. His husband and child didn't wait for him as they headed down the stairs to the kitchen. "So, what will it be? Chai? Chamomile? Earl Grey?" Y/n took a seat at the bar while Aziraphale hunted for the kettle. "Which ones do we still have?"

"Umm, let's see," Aziraphale set the kettle down on stove and searched the pantry for tea bags. "I can only find Chamomile. Will that be alright, my love? Would you prefer I made us some hot cocoa?" He waved the box of chocolate powder in the air, and y/n found themself fantasizing about tiny marshmallows. "Let's do hot cocoa." Aziraphale beamed and practically skipped his way back to the kettle. "I was hoping you'd pick that one." It was then that Crowley decided to make an appearance, now fully dressed. "Dad," they said, and he stopped in the middle of the walkway, looking at them with a raised brow. "We are planning to go to bed after this, you do know that, right?"

Crowley walked over to his kid, swaying in the way that Aziraphale and y/n often teased him for, and placed a kiss to the top of their head. "You might be, but I'm not." They looked at him with furrowed brows and confusion so obvious he could practically hear their question in his head. It was like looking into a mirror sometimes, looking at his kid - only they were every bit the angel their Mother-Father was. It was a shame, a damn shame. "Awe, it's too late for that now, sugar. I'm already awake." The clinking of mugs brought their attention back to Aziraphale, and Crowley took the seat next to y/n. "Ah, here we are!" the angel announced, setting two steaming mugs down in front of his little family. Y/n beamed at the little marshmallows sloshing against the walls of the cup, yellow eyes gleaming with delight.

Aziraphale retrieved his mug and lifted it for a toast, Crowley and y/n followed suit. "To the fascination that is human literature." Y/n echoed his toast and Crowley mumbled something about ridiculousness, they all took a sip of their cocoa, hissing as it burnt each of their tongues. "Perhaps we should have waited." Aziraphale commented, making a face at y/n who laughed and agreed. "Perhaps we should have all stayed in bed while we still had the chance."

"Yes, maybe we should have left you there," y/n teased, exchanging slitted glares with their parent. "But then you would have missed the pancakes." Crowley leaned back in his seat and rolled his eyes. "I don't even like pancakes." Aziraphale had started grabbing ingredients out of the pantry, y/n and Crowley got up to help. "How could you possibly know that? You've never even tried them." While Crowley grumbled pointless excuses, Aziraphale handed him the flour and the salt. Y/n grabbed the wet ingredients from the fridge. "Yes, yes, you don't care for human food," Aziraphale waved him off, setting an armful of ingredients on to the cabinet and nearly knocking over his hot cocoa. As soon as his arms were free, he picked up the mug and took a sip, y/n following suit. "However, these pancakes are special pancakes."

"Oh, really?" Aziraphale hummed, exchanging glances with his kid. He sent them a playful wink. "Yes, very special. Because we'll be making them as a family, Crowley. Isn't that nice?" The expectant look on his child's and husband's faces were one in the same. Crowley hated the way he never stood a chance against them. "Ugh, fine," He fought back a smile at the hugs that engulfed him immediately after he caved. "But only if the two of you will stop pestering me." Y/n and Aziraphale exchanged a grin and a nod, "Deal." they said in unison. Crowley leaned against the counter as y/n got out mixing bowls and Aziraphale began measuring ingredients, and he sipped his cocoa. It's going to be a long night, he thought and then, despite himself, he smiled. If this is what love does to a demon, it was pathetic. Yet he couldn't help but to allow it to warm him from the inside out. He was going soft.

"Hey, dad?" y/n asked, looking up at him bashfully. "I can't reach the mixer." Crowley sighed, putting emphasis in to an exasperation he didn't feel, and set down his mug. "I got it." Aziraphale looked up from his carton of eggs and smiled at the pair, his little family. Crowley pretended not to notice, and he purposefully ignored the smiles his loved ones sent each other - not so sneakily - behind his back. It would be a long night, indeed, having to keep up pretending he wasn't enjoying it. He wasn't, not really. Well...perhaps just a little.

|| masterlist ||

story by hretoprvdthepltnx©

Ineffable Husbands/Good Omens copyrighted by Neil Gaiman©

[bitchysoulwasteland]

Jagger 2.0

Steve Rogers x reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!!

Summary: Steve has to come to terms with the dreams of his daughter, which his wife already fully supports.

A/n: OMG GUYSSSSSS It’s been so long since I’ve posted and for that I am deeply sorry, I’ve been brought some shit, but I’m better now. For all of yous who enjoy my rockstar-type stuff, you’ll probably like this one, which has been collecting dust in my drafts for absolutely ages. As always, any reblogs/reposts are appreciated, copying or posting my work to other sites without permission is not. Enjoy!!!

Not many people knew of your rockstar lineage, since most people didn’t gather that ‘Jagger’ was the last name of The Rolling Stones’ frontman. That was the beautiful thing about people. No one really listened to The Rolling Stones at any point in your high school or college careers.

You loved to perform. That was one thing you had inherited from your dad. You had your mother’s looks and his overall presence, be it onstage or just in life.

You had never made it as big as your father did, but for a few years, you were called ‘Daisy Jones’ instead of Y/n L/n and was the frontwoman of ‘Daisy Jones And The Six’. Though, that had ended prematurely after two albums due to… differences in opinions.

You were at a pretty miserable place in your life. You were drinking and doing more drugs than you could keep up with when you met Steve.

Between him and your father, they had saved you from yourself. Your father made sure that you went to a good rehab centre and Steve drove you to it.

You didn’t understand at the time why they had bothered, but you were glad they had, otherwise you wouldn’t have your daughter, Sarah Jagger-Rogers, your blonde little six year old who wanted to grow up to be a rockstar like her mother and her grandfather.

There was the problem.

Steve didn’t exactly agree on the whole Rockstar thing. He had seen what it had done to you and he had read various articles about how most Rockstars died long before their time. (Of course, he used Freddie Mercury as an example, to which you told him that he had died of AIDS related pneumonia and then proceeded not to call him for three days when he was on a mission after he still insisted that he was right.)

He didn’t want his little girl to end up like that.

Time and time again you had told him that she wouldn’t end up like that as she’d have a better support system than you or your father did. That still didn’t change his mind.

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Sarah and your father were in the garage (which you had converted to a recording studio during your time with ‘The Six’) playing Princess-Rockstar dress up and messing around with the drum kit, piano, guitars and various other instruments and things in there when you herd the familiar rumble of the Quinjet engines as you were just getting back from a run.

You stretched for a few moments before walking up the long driveway, meeting the Avengers at the door.

“Where’s Sarah?” Bucky asked as you all walked into the house, Steve’s arm around your waist.

“She’s in the garage with my dad. And before you say anything, Steve, you are in no position to crush a little girl’s dreams.” You give him a look before he mutters fine and goes to the garage with Bucky.

“What dream?” Clint piped up.

“She wants to be a rockstar like I was and like her grandfather is but someone is severely against it.”

Steve didn’t say anything as he walked into the garage, seeing the pair together, his heart melting. Maybe his daughter being a rockstar wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[storiesforallfandoms]

history repeats itself ~ gwilym lee

word count: 2836

request?: yes!

“hey, i saw you wrote for Ben Hardy so I was wondering if you would write for Gwilym Lee? If not ignore this lol. I was thinking something like he meets the reader on set and they immediately hit it off, and the resemblance of her to Brian May’s wife is uncanny (let’s pretend he’s had just the one) and it’s kinda like a history repeats itself thing? idk if that made since. maybe Brian and Roger noticing and just being so amazed seeing that happening in front of them? thank you, and obviously since i have no explanation skills take complete control!”

description: when she gets cast to play the wife of a rock legend, everyone realizes how similar she and her on screen husband look to the originals

pairing: gwilym lee x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was such a small role, one that didn’t even have any lines. But to me, it was huge. It was a small role in a massive blockbuster movie: the Freddie Mercury biopic. It would be the biggest job of my career. Up until that point, I had only been an extra in a few sitcoms. Having a small, silent role as Brian May’s wife in a Freddie Mercury biopic may seem like a small step up from what I’m used to, but the scale of the movie made it a massive deal for me.

I wasn’t sure if I’d get the role. There were hundreds of other actresses just like me - desperate for even the smallest roles in such a big film - were lined up to meet the director and casting director. It was such a small chance of getting it I thought. Until I walked into the room and both of their eyes widened when they landed on me.

“Holy shit,” the casting director breathed. “She looks just like her.”

I was cast on the spot. I nearly sobbed in happiness. I managed to keep the tears in until I got to my car and could call my parents to give them the news.

A few months later, I was preparing for my day on set. It was a party scene that was taking place at Freddie’s mansion at the height of their career. The other band members - Brian, Roger, and John - were there with their wives/girlfriends. The scene mostly required us to sit by our assigned on-screen husbands while they conversed. It was an easy day, and it was only going to take one day of filming, but I was still nervous. I had already met up with the director and some of the cast involved in the scene, but today I was going to be meeting the main four actors and two members of Queen.

I was just finished with wardrobe and was on my way to hair and makeup when I came across one of the main actors, Gwilym. I had been told about him after being cast, since he was the one playing Brian May, but I hadn’t met him yet. I suddenly felt nervous as I approached the hair and makeup trailer, where Gwilym was stood outside the door also waiting. He looked up as he heard me approach and smiled.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” I said back. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Gwilym. Nice to meet you.” He reached out and shook my hand. I hoped he couldn’t feel how my hands were shaking. “You’re playing Brian’s wife, right? Well, my wife I guess.”

I chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m getting all dolled up for my one day on set to film my one, dialogue-less scene.”

“Hey, there’s no such thing as small parts remember.”

I made a face at him. “You sound like my old theater teachers.”

Gwilym cringed. “That’s the last thing I’d ever want.”

I laughed. The door to the hair and makeup trailer opened and two other extras came out. The stylist greeted us and told us to come in. I sat in one chair while Gwilym sat in the one next to me. I watched the stylist grab a long, brunette wig and place it next to Gwilym.

“I’m gonna have to do Gwilym’s wig firs since that’ll take the longest,” she told me. “So, sit tight, and try not to mess up your wardrobe too much.”

I nodded and gave her a thumbs up.

I watched the process of applying Gwilym’s wig. It really did take a long time. First, a bald cap had to be applied to Gwilym’s head. Then, the wig was placed on his head in a few different ways to figure out the best placement. Once that was figured out, the wig had to be pinned down in a way that made it look natural on his head, and not like a wig.

“So,” Gwilym said, trying his best not to move his head. “Since we’re going to be here a while, and since we’re playing a married couple, I suppose we should get to know one another.”

“Sure,” I said with a laugh. “What do you want to know?”

“Is this your first movie?”

“It is. Until now I was just an extra in a few sitcoms. I had one line once, that’s the extent of my career.”

“Well, extras are important. Without them, a scene would look so stupid if it was just the main characters.”

I shrugged. “I know that, and I know every actor has to start somewhere, but I’ve been doing this for roughly five years. Performing Arts schools are expensive and I sometimes worry I made a mistake persuing acting.”

I saw Gwilym’s eyes quickly look over at me before looking back at the mirror in front of him. “It’s never a mistake to chase your dreams. It just takes time. You have to play the small parts in order to get experience for the big ones.”

“You’re right. It’s just taking so long. But I’m here now, so that’s a step up.” I shook my head. “Anyways, away from my career insecurities. Tell me a bit about you.”

We talked throughout his wig applying process. We exchanged embarrassing childhood stories, talked about how we got into acting, general details about one another. I had forgotten about the fact that I was waiting to have my own hair and makeup done by the time Gwilym stood from his chair.

He looked at himself in the mirror before turning to me. “How do I look?”

I tilted my head as I looked up at him. “Scarily like Brian May.”

He chuckled. “That’s good, then. They won’t fire me anytime soon. I’ll see you on set?”

I nodded and watched him go. I felt a little disappointed by the fact that he was leaving. I had really enjoyed talking to him. The next time I’d see him would be on set for the scene, where we wouldn’t be able to talk, and then once that ended I’d never see him again.

The stylist started going my hair and makeup. She showed me a picture of Brian and his wife in the early 80s, which was when the scene was set, as the inspiration for my look in the scene. It was subtle, but it was clearly 80s. It didn’t take as long as Gwilym’s had, and soon enough, I was on my way again.

I stepped out of the trailer just as Gwilym was walking up again. He was now in his costume, looking so much like a young Brian May that it was scary.

“Right on time,” he said. “I was coming back to walk you to set.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” I said, but I was touched by the offer.

“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to, so I am.” He offered an arm to me, like a gentleman. I took it and we started walking to set. “Besides, it’s a big scene with a lot of people. It might be nerve wracking to walk on set by yourself with all those people.”

“It is. Especially with meeting the rest of the main cast at the same time.”

“Oh, they’re all a bunch of wankers, you don’t have to worry about meeting them.”

I giggled. “You can’t say that about Brian May and Roger Taylor, though. And they’re going to be on set, too.”

“No, you’re right. But they are very kind. You don’t have to worry about meeting them. I’m sure everyone will like you. Even if they didn’t, who cares? You won’t have to see them again after today.”

He had a point, but it was still sad to hear out loud. I had been preparing for this day for so long, excited for my first big project. And now, within a matter of hours, it would all be over. I’d be sent back home, waiting for the next role to come up, hoping that maybe this movie could help with that role being a bigger one than just an extra. Back to my normal, boring life.

Saying goodbye to Gwilym.

I had managed to shock myself with that thought. I had only known Gwilym for maybe an hour and a half, but the thought of only having this day with him brought on a bit of sadness. He was so kind, and he seemed so genuine. I had never been on a set where the main actors even acknowledged that the extras existed, let alone be nice enough to walk one to set after talking to her for some time.

Not to mention he was extremely handsome. Especially when he smiled, like he was smiling at me now.

God, don’t develop a crush on the guy you’ll never see again after today.

My heart rate jumped the second we walked on to set. Gwilym wasn’t lying when he said there was going to be a lot of people in the scene. The mansion set was packed with people, so full that there was just barely enough room to move around. I was hoping this was the only amount of extras that were set to be in the scene, or else I think my nerves would go into over drive.

The director spotted Gwilym and I almost immediately and led us over to where we were set to be for the scene. Rami, Joseph, and Ben were already sat around having a laugh as we walked up. They happily greeted Gwilym, and he then introduced me to the lot of them. They were very nice and welcomed me in almost immediately, but it was still pretty surreal to be there with them. Especially Joseph, who I had seen in Jurassic Park when I was just a kid. I almost felt out of place there, but I could tell I wasn’t alone. I introduced myself to the other girls who were playing Ben and Joseph’s on screen love interests, who also looked just as out of place as I felt.

We were all sat around together when the buzz in the room suddenly turned into a hush. It wasn’t hard to know what had just happened: they had arrived.

Brian May and Roger Taylor themselves.

Rock and roll royalty.

I looked over and my heart leapt into my throat at the sight of them. It was hard to believe that they were actually real. I had been listening to Queen’s music all my life, but it wasn’t until this moment that I truly realized that these legends were actual real people.

Actual real people who were walking towards us.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my arm. I looked over to see that it was Gwilym’s hand. When I looked at him, he smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back, the nervousness in my stomach being replaced with butterflies. His hand moved down my arm and squeezed my own. I squeezed his hand back.

“My God.”

I looked up to see Brian and Roger stood over us. I tried to put on my best smile, hoping it wasn’t as obvious as I felt it was that I was shaking. Brian was looking between Gwilym and I, a look in his eye that I couldn’t quite place. Reminiscent, maybe?

“They did a spot on job casting for this movie,” Brian commented. “It feels like I’m looking into a mirror with you two.”

“If there mirror were about 50 years younger,” Roger teased.

“You speak from experience, don’t you old man?” Brian retorted. I couldn’t help but chuckle at their banter. Years of friendship and knowing one another, and they were still cracking jokes and poking fun. I hoped to be like them with my friends when I got older. “What’s your name, love?”

It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. In fact, there was nothing going on in my head at all. It was like I had completely forgotten every little thing I had ever learned in my life. How does one continue to function after Brian May calls them “love”?

“This is (Y/N),” Gwilym said, saving me from my colossal choke.

“Yes,” I finally managed. “Sorry, my name is (Y/N). I’m a little nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about, darling,” Brian said. “You already have the look of my wife down. And it seems you and young Gwilym here have already gotten quite acquainted.”

I didn’t realize that Gwilym and I were still holding hands. I expected him to let go at that moment, as if he were just realizing as well, but he didn’t. Instead, he kept hold of my hand, giving it another reassuring squeeze. I wondered if the blush on my face was noticeable under the makeup.

The director called for places, so Brian and Roger took their places off set. I let out a sigh of relief after they were gone and moved into place with Gwilym.

“See?” he whispered to me as we were passed glasses of fake champagne. “They’re not that bad.”

“Their presence alone is a little terrifying,” I whispered back.

“But you got through it. Seems Brian’s taken a liking to you. Although, that’s not surprisingly considering how lovely you are.”

I was convinced this was all some sort of very long, very detailed dream. I was going to wake up at any given moment.

The scene went by very smoothly. It wasn’t hard to just look between the boys as they spoke, smiling when I was supposed to smile, offering a sour look when Rami arrived, acting as a rather rude Freddie. It felt like Gwilym was moving closer to me with each take that we did. First we started off sitting in separate chairs, until the director asked if we would switch and sit in the couch that Joseph and his lady friend had been sat in. Gwilym had moved towards me at the start of that take, and by the final take of the day our bodies were touching and his arm was around me. I was glad I didn’t have any lines, or else I would’ve likely forgotten every single one of them.

When the director called cut and said it was a wrap on the scene, I tried not to let my sadness show. The extras started to file out of the room, going to get read for a different scene that they were filling for. Not me, though. I was going to wardrobe to get my outfit taken back, and then I was going home. If I was lucky, I would be invited to the premiere, otherwise I would never see any of these people again.

I wouldn’t see Gwilym again.

Ben, Joseph, and Rami were kind enough to give me a hug and tell me they were happy to have met me. I told them likewise and started my way back to the wardrobe trailer.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

I turned to see Gwilym rushing up towards me.

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for your next scene?” I asked him.

“Yes, but I wanted to talk to you before you left,” he said. “Look, I know this is a bit presumptive to ask because we only really spoke to one another for that time in hair and makeup, and I have no idea if you’re even single so maybe I’m about to make an ass out of myself, but I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go out this evening once I’ve finished on set.”

Everything in my brain? Gone.

Every last bit of it.

Gone.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. It had to be a dream, right? There was no way it was real. I would’ve pinched myself if it wouldn’t have made me look like a total idiot in front of Gwilym.

“Yes,” I said. “ I mean, yeah, sure, I - I would love that.”

His face lit up. “Yeah? Okay. Here, let me give you my number.”

We both realized we didn’t have our phones, so we had to do it the old fashioned way - Gwilym found a pen and paper, and wrote down his number for me. I took the paper and shoved it into my pocket.

“I’ll text you once I’m no longer part of the 80s,” I said, gesturing towards my outfit.

He chuckled. “And I’ll do the same.”

We both stood, just looking at each other for a moment. It wasn’t until Gwilym was called back to set that we finally, reluctantly, broke away to go out separate ways. I put my hand in my pocket and closed it around the piece of paper containing Gwilym’s number. I smiled to myself, having to restrain myself from skipping happily towards wardrobe.

I guess history really does repeat itself, I thought with a laugh.

[jahayla-parker]

My Wife! : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 3k wc, Freddy and his wife watch his Vanity Fair interview and y/n tried to answer all the questions. Based on this interview/video FLUFF.

Warnings: a few curse words, use of the word God in a non religious manner (aka “Oh my God”), brief mentions of being sick, food discussed, spillers for answers to the questions in the above interview, otherwise flufffff

Note: credit to @/TeamFreddyUK on Instagram for finding the still of Freddy in Wonder Woman 🙌🏆

“Are you ready?” Freddy smirked, shaking the television remote in his hand tauntingly.

Y/n held her head high and nodded, “ready”.

He laughed and sat beside her on the couch as he queued up the video in question.

The other day Freddy had an interview with Vanity Fair where they held a trivia game about the guests.

Joining Freddy in the interview were cast-mates Ben, Kit, Amita, and Jessie.

The video dropped today and Y/n commented that she would easily beat Freddy in the trivia game for each cast member.

Freddy agreed to be in control of the video, pausing it after the questions so she couldn’t rely on the others answers to form hers.

Freddy pressed start on the video before grabbing her hand.

As the video began, the cast started by introducing themselves.

Which prompted Y/n to mimic their voices as they did their intros.

“Biiin Barnes” she mocked as Ben introduced himself.

Freddy glanced over at her as he laughed.

“Amita Suman” y/n whispered in an overly soft and cutesy way.

Freddy shook his head but kept watching her.

“Jessie Mei Li” she stated in a very confident fashion.

“Kit Young” y/n mocked, her body language confident and tone very serious.

“Freddy Carter” she teased with a thicker British accent than she did with the others.

“Do I truly sound like that to you?” Freddy laughed, his eyes slightly widening.

“Do I truly sound like that to you?” Y/n repeated with her fake Freddy voice, making them both laugh loudly.

“Okay shush! I gotta test my knowledge!” Y/n exclaimed in her normal voice.

Freddy playfully rolled his eyes as he hit resume.

Ben asked his cast mates what his perfect night out would be.

Y/n hummed, “something calm”.

After Freddy resumed the video, Ben gave his answer; dinner with friends and music.

“Does that count?“ y/n asked, looking over at her husband.

“No” Freddy chuckled.

“Fine, next” she huffed exasperatedly.

Ben then asked what age he started working in a bar.

Freddy was late to pause the video so his own suspected answer -14- was given before she could respond.

Y/n turned to him, “what!? 14? That can let be legal Freddy”.

“Shut up, what’s your answer?” he laughed.

“I’ll say 17 because 18 is your guys’ legal drinking age, and the question being asked suggests it was slightly less” she concluded.

“That’s why I said 14” he defended.

“I said slightly, Freddy” y/n corrected him while laughing.

The next question asked what musician Ben would choose to do a duet with.

“Freddie Mercury” y/n answered just as he paused the video.

Freddy glared at her, “thief”.

“Beg your pardon?” She scoffed.

Instead of responding, Freddy played the video and it showed he too said Freddie Mercury as his answer, making her laugh.

Ben then asked what his love language was.

Y/n smiled, “Oh, Ben’s? Physical touch for sure”.

Freddy laughed as he resumed the video to show her that everyone said the same thing.

As it switched to Amita’s turn, the camera caught Freddy messing with his hair.

“Oh my gosh, you and that hair! You can’t stop touching it” she teased, recalling the way it would drive him crazy when it would randomly tickle his face.

“Me?! Look who is talking! That is a bit hypocritical, love” Freddy smirked.

Y/n shrugged, reaching over and playing with his hair, “it’s mine, I can touch it when I want”.

“Yours? Is it now? Here I was thinking it was mine” Freddy retorted.

Y/n removed her hand from his hair dramatically and turned away, “hmmpf fine, I shall not touch it anymore”.

Freddy rolled his eyes but didn’t cave in immediately.

However, as Amita read off her first question, asking how long it took her to learn acrobatics and y/n began to think, Freddy began to pout.

“Ooh she told me this one!… Four sessions” y/n stated.

When Freddy didn’t resume the video, she turned to him in confusion, “Freddy? Was I right?! Play the video.”

Freddy silently shook his head and gave her a dramatic pout.

“What is-“ she questioned before pausing, “oh my gosh, is this about your hair?”

This time it was Freddy who turned away dramatically.

Y/n rolled her eyes with a smile and leaned over despite him playfully leaning away.

She laughed while rubbing his head.

“See, I told you you couldn’t keep your hands off my hair” Freddy smirked, spinning back to her.

Freddy saw she was gonna move her hand away so he clasped his hand over it, “kidding! It’s yours, all of me is yours; now please keep doing that”.

Y/n giggled and shifted before signaling for him to come closer and sit in front of her.

He complied and lowered himself to the floor before the couch so she could see over his head to see the screen.

Freddy tilted his head back as she played with his hair, giving her a wide grin before he faced the television again.

He hummed to himself as he played the video.

Amita then asked what animal she would be.

“Easy, bunny” y/n joked, “no, kidding! Koala”.

“Ooh, that’s a good one” Freddy commented, his voice light with bliss that came from her playing with his hair.

The next question was what Amita’s favorite vacation place would be.

“Her bed?“ y/n laughed.

Freddy chuckled as he resumed the video to show she was correct, “you’re doing very well so far”.

“Why thank you handsome” she grinned.

He brought his head back again and squeezed his eyes while giving her big smile.

She paused her fingers but left them in his hair as she lowered her lips down to his nose briefly.

Y/n smiled as he blushed and looked back to the video.

“Now comes the real challenge” he declared.

“What?” She giggled, “isn’t this whole th-“

“Oh!” Y/n laughed as she noticed it was his turn to read questions.

“Okay!” she cheered, letting go of his hair and cracking her knuckles.

His head snapped back and he laughed loudly, “oh my gosh”

“Let’s go now, press play” she ordered.

He smirked and complied.

“What or who is my favorite subject to photograph?” On-screen-Freddy asked.

“Ooh I know, people! Portraits” she clarified, smiling confidently.

“Is that your final answer, Mrs. Carter?” Freddy asked, not looking back at her.

“Ummm! Don’t ask it like that! Don’t try and trick me. Yes, final answer” she declared.

“My wife” Jessie blurted when Freddy resume the video, making y/n giggle softly.

“People, yes! Oh.. my gosh Freddy!” she cried, seeing his ‘my wife’ part of the answer he wrote before Jessie’s comment.

“Hey” she cooed, reaching back down for his hair, making him tilt back to see her with a smile and blush covering his face.

Y/n played with hair for all of three seconds before leaping back and hopping off the bed to join him on the floor.

Freddy watched with silent interest as she knelt beside him.

“I love you” she whispered very sincerely, placing her lips on his, “so. Damn. Much.”

Freddy grinned, his blush even darker as he hooked his arms around her back, “I love you too”.

Y/n shook her head, “clearly. I mean-“.

She looked away shyly as she felt tears starting to form.

“Love?” He asked trying to turn her head back to him.

“Are you crying?” He asked with a small chuckle.

She nodded and wiped her face.

“Oh, darling,” he cooed, guiding her face to him with a little more tender pressure this time, “shhh, you don’t need to cry”.

“You’re just so precious, Freddy” she sniffled, snuggling into his chest.

Freddy chuckled softly, his lips pressed to the top of her head, “says the beautiful woman crying over my answer and curling into my chest”.

She hummed against him, one hand sneaking up to play with his hair since she knew he liked it.

To be fair she loved it too but she felt she needed to do something for him after that answer.

“Shhhh love, come on, you’ve got more questions to answer“ he teased, helping her turn so she was seated between his legs now.

She nodded, pressing her back against his chest as he hooked his arms around her and rested his legs on the outside of hers.

When he pressed play, the video naturally went back a few seconds.

This meant she rewatched his sweet answer and now noticed the dashingly radiant smile he had when showing it and saying ‘my wife’.

She verbally awed, unconsciously leaning back into him more.

Freddy smiled to himself and shook his head, “as if you didn’t know”.

“I mean, I know you like taking photos of me, but I wasn’t expecting to be the answer” she admitted.

He pressed his lips to her head, “well now you know”.

She held onto the hand he had around her waist, her head resting on his collar bone as he again played the video.

“If I could steal anything in the world without consequence what would I steal?” Video-Freddy asked.

She whined, “You’re too cute to steal”.

“I don’t think that’s how the law works” he teased.

“It is if I say it is” she huffed.

Freddy chuckled, “Just because you rule my world, darling, doesn’t mean you rule everyone else’s too”.

“Stop saying such cute things Freddy,” she gasped, playfully slapping his chest, “I can’t keep up!”

He giggled and kissed her while he had chance since she was looking back at him.

“Real answer?” He asked, pulling back.

She licked her lip as she thought intently.

“Mmm, a very Kaz answer would be everyone’s money” she giggled.

He nodded, “Is that your answer then?”

“Yes,” she nodded back, turning towards the screen to wait for the actual answer.

“All the money” on-screen-Freddy said.

Y/n cheered, “Yes, I got it! You adorable little thief”.

“What superhero movie was I in?” Freddy asked in the video.

Before Freddy even had the chance to pause the video y/n shouted “Oh easy, Wonder Woman!”

He laughed loudly, “you don’t need to yell.”

“I was excited” she giggled with a shrug.

“Amita!” Y/n exclaimed as Amita admitted she hadn’t seen him in it.

Then the video showed Freddy saying “my poor mum has watched it so many times trying to spot me, but I can’t even spot myself”

Y/n gasped and turned to him, “are you serious?”

Freddy laughed and nodded.

“That’s unacceptable, I need to help her, hold on. Don’t press play” y/n ordered, pulling out her cellphone.

“Wait, what? You’ve spotted me?” He asked in complete shock.

She nodded as she began typing on her phone.

“And you’re showing my mum first?” Freddy teased, still in disbelief she had found him in the movie.

“Course I am” she smirked, “I’ll help you next”.

Freddy chuckled, “I still can’t believe you spotted me, there’s no way”.

“Don’t you dare go doubting me, Freddy” y/n warned.

“Love, I’ve seen it like a thousand times-“ he informed her.

He cut himself off when she showed him the still she took from the film.

“Bloody hell! How did you-?!” He gasped as he took her phone in order to better see the photo of him.

“Love seriously, how’d you manage that?” Freddy questioned.

She giggled and looked away bashfully.

“Woah, where’d that confidence go?” he teased.

“No truly,” Freddy tilted her head to him, “tell me?”

She bit her lip as her face flushed, “so ummm… Okay, when we first started dating and you mentioned being in it, I rewatched it to find you”.

He nodded, keeping his eyes soft due to her visible nerves but he was still clearly intrigued.

“And well, I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t” she laughed and chewed on her lip, “I felt horrible that I couldn’t spot you”

Freddy chuckled and shook his head as he stroked her cheek.

“So I kept watching over and over, until y/f/n suggested I slow down the playback speed and I then went nearly frame by frame” she bashfully admitted.

Freddy stared at her with such admiration, love, and disbelief.

“Darling I - “ he was now the one to tear up, “I can’t believe you did all that”

She bit into her bottom lip and nodded, “I was so mad at myself for not finding you”.

Freddy chucked softly as she reached up to wipe his eyes as he’d done to hers esrlier, “you didn’t need to do that”

“I had to find you Freddy” she argued.

“Love, if you had mentioned it, I would’ve told you I couldn’t even find myself” he laughed, still staring at her in honored disbelief.

“I’m truly honored you went through all that for me, especially so early on” he blushed.

“You’re special” y/n shrugged.

Freddy shook his head and pulled her tightly to him, “fuck, I love you”.

She hummed against his chest and sent a muffled I love you back.

“No more tears blocking those beautiful ocean blue eyes,” she shook her head wiping his tears again.

He flushed darker and chuckled softly.

Y/n kissed his cheek before spinning around to see the screen.

She rested her left hand on his hand that was around her, Freddy turning his palm so he could rub his finger against her wedding ring band.

Y/n leaned into his embrace as he pressed play.

“Wait, you made me forget!” She panicked, grabbing her phone to finish the text to Freddy’s mom.

He watched and waited until she was done before he pressed play again.

“If I could only eat one meal for the rest of my life what would it be?” He asked in the interview.

“Brunch” she nodded confidently.

Freddy chuckled, “that’s creative, but not the question, love”.

“Ugh fine. Hold on don’t tell me” she turned to see him smirking as if she’d never get it; making her even more adamant to get it now.

Suddenly her face dropped in realization before she smirked and shook her head, “if you said peanut butter on toast, I swear to God”.

He laughed and pressed play.

“Ayyyee, Kit stole my first answer; see it counts!” She declared.

When the camera panned to show his official answer was in fact peanut butter on toast, y/n groaned.

“Freddy, that’s so lame” she teased.

“Hey now!” He argued.

She laughed, “I knew you’d say that, you and that stupid peanut butter”.

He chuckled, “it’s comforting, and you know why”.

He was right, the reason she knew his answer was because they’d talked about similar concepts before and he gave that same answer. When she asked why, he told her it was because he found it comforting.

Freddy went on to explain that it was due to how she had made it for him when he was really sick fairly early on in their relationship.

He had been craving bread but she knew he also needed some kind of protein.

But he hadn’t been able to keep much down so she knew he couldn’t handle meat or other heavy things so she’d opted for peanut butter on his requested toast .

Freddy told her it was one of his favorite memories and swears it cured the illness he had.

“And, as precious as that is, it’s so simple, gorgeous” she giggled.

He just smiled and shrugged, blushing as she kissed his cheek while he resumed the video.

Kit asked everyone what his go-to karaoke song would be.

“Something John Legend” y/n answered.

“I’ll give you it” Freddy said as he resumed the video and Kit answered ‘Ordinary People’.

She smiled back at him before waiting for the next question.

“What desert would he be? Who came up with these questions?” Y/n giggled, “I mean, ice-cream, obviously; but, still”.

Freddy laughed, the movement shaking her slightly and hit play.

“Far too easy, next- oh, strawberry” she added as Kit asked what flavor of ice-cream.

Kit asked what his favorite scene to shoot in season 1 was.

“Gun spinning. Oh, no! The goat! Milo!” She exclaimed.

Freddy laughed at her enthusiasm.

“Yes, I got it! But awe, you two are so cute” y/n commented when Kit mentioned how the scene Freddy suggested had been their chemistry read and was therefore important to him. 

“What do my parents call me?” Jessie asked.

“Ooh Jason right (authors note: j-sun, other variation? idk sorry)?” Y/n attempted.

Freddy hummed in agreement as he resumed the video.

“What type of influencer would I be?” Jessie smiled.

“Ooh, social activists or like environmental causes” y/n answered loudly.

“Yay!” She cheered, having gotten the question correct.

Freddy smiled to himself as he watched her enjoy herself.

“Her stage debut was All About Eve, right?” Y/n wondered.

“Correct” Freddy acknowledged.

“Damn love, you did remarkable” he complimented.

She grinned, “I know my man and friends, what can I say?”

He laughed and pulled her closer to him until she tilted head back to stare up at him with a smile on her face.

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Freddy had his arms around her as they laid in bed, his arm reaching out momentarily in order to turn off the side lamp.

As he turned back to her, he saw the thoughtful look her eyes held.

“What is it?” he asked quietly.

She spun slightly to see him better, “I still can’t get over it.”

“Over what?” Freddy wondered.

“Your answer” she said.

He chuckled, “I stick by the peanut butter toast, alright?”

She giggled “no Freddy, the photography one”.

“Oh, the one where I said, ‘my wife’?” He clarified.

She grinned over hearing it yet again.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over hearing you say that in-and-of itself,” she admitted contently, “But seriously, that was so sweet”

“This coming from the person who holds the record for most times a single person has watched Wonder Woman, all just to find my two second appearance to support me” Freddy pointed out.

Y/n giggled softly and snuggled into him as she closed her eyes, “gotta support my man. Goodnight gorgeous“

Freddy blushed and kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter, “Goodnight to my wife”.

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I have an idea but it’s not very happy end-y and I’m not sure if you are ok with including a musician who’s not in Metallica… anyway I’ll submit but it’s your blog, your rules so if it’s not your cup of tea, just ignore it, no offense)))

I was thinking Lars x reader where she’s his childhood friend but he never noticed her feelings, always chasing the girls who are traditionally “hot”. So she gives up and maybe get a job as an lawyer for Guns n Roses (with all the staff Axl pulled out, I’m quite sure they needed someone like that at every concert) and she and Slash get together? He even slows down on drugs and they get married? And she and Lars meet again at Freddie Mercury tribute concert and he asks her for a date (cause he realized everything after all) but she’s like “sorry, too late, I’m married?”

It may sound strange, but I like the stories with a sad ending. Apart from that, I can write for guns n roses ( they were my first rock band and have a special place in my heart) so if you have any request about them, don’t hesitate to ask. Having said that, I hope you like it❤

Goodbye, my first love

I had always been in the background. Growing up, I was the girl next door—the one who played tag with Lars Ulrich, the one who stayed up late talking about our dreams, our fears, and everything in between. I was his childhood friend, the girl who could always make him laugh. But no matter how many times I tried to hint at my feelings, he was oblivious, chasing after the “hot girls” who caught his eye.

In those early days, I wore my heart on my sleeve, hoping one day he’d turn around and see me for more than just a friend. We’d sit in his garage, surrounded by the cacophony of his drum practice, and I’d watch him with a mix of admiration and longing. The way he immersed himself in music, the passion in his eyes—it was intoxicating. But he was too busy flirting with girls who had long legs and flashy outfits to notice the girl sitting right beside him, the one who cheered the loudest at his concerts.

As we grew older, I realized that I was falling for him in a way that transcended friendship. I loved his wild laugh, the way he lit up when talking about his favorite bands, and the depth of his kindness. But every time he brought home a new girlfriend, it felt like another piece of my heart shattered. I was always supportive, cheering him on as he chased after one beautiful girl after another, even as I quietly wished he’d look my way.

Eventually, the weight of my unreciprocated feelings became too heavy to bear. I decided to put my energy into something more productive—my career. I immersed myself in my studies and eventually became a lawyer. My job with Guns N' Roses felt like a dream come true, a whirlwind of rock and roll chaos. For the first time, I felt like I was carving out my own identity.

In the midst of that whirlwind, I found a deeper connection with Slash. He was different from Lars—mature, grounded, yet still playful in his own right. Our late-night conversations evolved from casual banter to heartfelt discussions. He became my confidant, the one who understood my struggles, both personal and professional.

One night, after a particularly chaotic concert, Slash opened up about his own battles. “You know, it hasn’t been easy,” he said, leaning against a wall backstage, his voice low. “The drugs, the parties... it all gets overwhelming sometimes.” His vulnerability shocked me, and I felt a surge of compassion for him.

“It must be tough,” I said softly. “But I admire how hard you’re trying to make a change.”

“I’m working on it,” he replied, a hint of determination in his eyes. “But it’s been a struggle. I don’t want to let the band down, or you.”

“Slash, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you,” I said, taking his hand. “You can talk to me anytime. You deserve to find peace, and I want to help however I can.”

In that moment, I realized how much I cared for him. I admired his strength and the way he was trying to rise above his struggles. With my support, he began to slow down, finding healthier ways to cope. When he proposed, it felt like my past had finally been put to rest. I had moved on from Lars, embracing the life I had built with Slash—a life filled with love, understanding, and mutual support.

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Now, standing at the Freddie Mercury tribute concert, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. Slash was beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist, the warmth of his body grounding me in the electric energy of the crowd.

“Ready for this?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Absolutely! It’s going to be amazing,” I replied, feeling a thrill run through me. I couldn’t wait to soak in the music and celebrate the life of an icon.

As we made our way through the throngs of fans, I spotted a familiar figure in the distance—Lars. My breath caught in my throat as memories rushed back, flooding my mind with echoes of laughter and shared secrets. He hadn’t changed much; his wild hair and infectious energy were still unmistakable. But there was something different about him—a maturity that hadn’t been there before. I felt a strange mix of nostalgia and apprehension.

“Hey, I’ll grab us some drinks,” Slash said, giving me a soft kiss on the forehead before slipping into the crowd. I watched him go, my heart swelling with love, but my attention was quickly pulled back to Lars, who was now walking toward me.

“Y/N?” he said, disbelief etched across his features.

“Lars! Wow, it’s been a while!” I replied, forcing a smile that felt a bit shaky.

“You look incredible,” he said, genuine surprise in his eyes. “I didn’t know you were working with Guns N' Roses!”

“I am,” I said, a hint of pride slipping into my voice. “I’m their lawyer now. It’s been a wild ride.”

“Wow, that’s amazing! You were always the smart one,” he said, his tone nostalgic.

“Thanks,” I replied, brushing off the compliment. I could feel the air thickening between us, an unspoken tension that stirred old emotions I thought I had buried. “And you? Still drumming up a storm with Metallica?”

“Yeah, you know it,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “We’ve been working on some new stuff. It’s exciting.”

“I can only imagine,” I said, trying to keep the conversation light, but memories of our past hung heavy in the air. “It’s great to see you doing well.”

“Thanks! And what about you? It’s nice to see you’ve found your place in all of this,” he replied, nodding toward the stage, where the atmosphere crackled with energy.

“Yeah, it’s been amazing,” I said, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “I love being part of this world.”

Lars looked at me for a moment, his expression shifting. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About how I never really saw you, you know? Back when we were kids.”

My heart raced at his words. “Lars, I—”

“Would you want to grab dinner sometime?” he blurted out, his eyes wide with hope. “I’d love to catch up more. Just the two of us.”

The question hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Memories of my long-held feelings for him rushed back, but they were tinged with the realization of how far I’d come. I glanced over to where Slash was chatting with some friends, a smile on my face as I thought about the life we had built together.

“Lars,” I said softly, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I’m really flattered, but... I can’t. I’m married.”

His expression shifted, surprise and disappointment flickering across his features. “Married?”

“Yeah,” I replied, gesturing toward Slash. “To him.”

As Lars turned to look at Slash, a wave of realization washed over him. I could see the gears turning in his mind as he took a step back, a mix of regret and longing in his eyes. “I didn’t know,” he said quietly.

“It’s okay,” I reassured him. “I’m really happy, Lars. Slash and I have built something special together.”

He nodded slowly, the weight of the moment settling around us. “I’m glad you’re happy, Y/N. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, Lars,” I said, meeting his gaze. “And I hope you find happiness too. You deserve it too.”

He smiled softly, the tension between us easing just a bit. “I guess I just—”

“I know,” I interrupted gently. “You didn’t see it back then. But I’ve moved on, and I’m grateful for where I am now.”

Just then, Slash returned, drinks in hand, his presence a grounding force. “Everything good here?” he asked, slipping his arm back around my waist.

“Yeah, just catching up,” I said, forcing a smile.

“Nice to see you, man,” Slash said to Lars, who gave a tight smile in return.

As we turned to watch the stage, I felt a sense of closure enveloping me. The past was behind me, a collection of memories that shaped who I was but didn’t define me anymore. I was exactly where I was meant to be, right here, with Slash at my side.

The music swelled around us, and I leaned into Slash, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. I stole a glance at Lars, who was watching the performance with a contemplative expression, and I realized we had both moved on.

Sometimes, love takes unexpected paths, and it was in that realization that I found peace.

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I'M SO SORRY BUT I HAVE ONE MORE

billy hargrove x FEM!reader (Neil is rotting in prison btw, I can't stand him and hope he has fun in hell)

Billy drives Max to the skatepark every Wednesday afternoon

He waits in the parking lot watching her skate, he notices a girl that max sometimes talks to

He noticed max likes the girl and she is his age..

Billy starts taking max to the skatepark more and more, and letting her stay until the girl leaves

Billy falls for the girl and eventually gets the courage to ask her out

They fall in love and max and billy fight over her

"She was mine first,"

"Back off shitbird, she like me more,"

This idea wouldn't leave my brain, sorry

ME FIRST!

Billy hargrove x Fem!reader

Desc: billy and max fight over YN. That's about it.

Warning: fighting

Notes: it's a little short. Sorry-

The music in the car was blaring. When the Hargrove siblings pulled in to the park, the current song was Queen but it was shut down rather quickly.

"Alright, max." Billy said, sitting back in his seat. "Two hours tops. Go."

Max rolled her eyes and got out of the car, dropping her skate board to the ground and rolling off.

Billy turned the other way, watching as Max rode down the bowl. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a few quick drags.

He could drive off and go flirt with girls at the mall, not like Neil was around to stop him, but it was starting to get redundant. He almost justified flirting with Steve in his little ice cream shop just to get some kind of new reaction. But, he had a reputation.

So he just sat there, listing to his music and humming along to whatever Freddie Mercury was singing about.

Time past. Billy as dozed off once or twice. He mess around with some of the cute girls (and boys) that walked by. He would check to male sure Max wasnt dead but honestly, it wasnt the most important thing.

Once when Billy looked up, he saw Max with this... absolutely stunning lady.

She had to be younger then Billy but older then Max.

Her (h/l) hair perfectly framed her face. Her clothes fit her in all the right was. If this was some kind of cartoon, Billy's eyes might be poking out of his head.

Max must have noticed Billy's staring because she was already in the car, sitting next to him.

"Are you ok? Its rude to stare."

Billy quickly looked over, semi shocked that he didnt see Max get in.

"What? Mind your business." Billy said, running back to look out the window. To his disappointment, she was gone.

"How old is your friend?" Billy fully turned on the car and shut off the music.

"16, two years older then me. Why?"

"Mind your business, Max." Billy repeated himself, pulling out of the parking lot while trying not to hit the dumb kids that thought it was ok to cross the road without looking.

"Oh, you like her?" Max nearly yelled.

"What dose it matter to you?"

"You arnt her type."

"Oh really? What's her type, then?"

"Me"

"Spoiled brats? You dont have a chance in hell with her."

The whole ride home continued on like that. The two siblings firing insults back and forth.

Week after week that same thing would happen. If Billy was lucky, Y/N would walk with Max to the car. On those days, Y/N and Billy would playfully flirt back and forth while Max stared daggers in to the back of Billy's head.

But today was the day. Billy had gained enough confidence to ask out the girl he had been pining for over the past weeks.

Max knew something was up when Billy didnt give her the normal 'only two hours' speech and instead got out of the car with Max.

"What are you doing?" Max asked, holding her board under her arm.

"None of your business." Billy huffed, looking over Max for a particularly girl.

"Max-ie." Yn turned the corner around the car. "Oh, Billy. Hi. I've never seen you put of your car."

"Oh, well today is a very special day." Billy smiled, leaning against his car.

"Oh, really? Whys that?" Max asked, voice laced with venom. Almost like a warning, but what was she going to do?

"Today is that day I'm going to ask YN out."

Billy glanced away from Max over to YN, who was giggling and covering her face.

"Oh really?" Yn asked. "Where were you planning on taking her?"

"A nice dinner somewhere? Maybe bring to to the pool after closing. Whatever she wants."

"I think she would enjoy a movie or dinner at enzos." Yn hummed, tapping her chin.

"I'll call her later tonight to ask about it."

"Sounds like a plan."

Billy looked back over to where Max once was but she had ran off, probably to pitty herself for having no rizz.

"Well, I wont hold you." Billy smiled back at YN and slipped in to his car.

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After about a two and a half hours, max slid in to the seat next to Billy. She slammed the door with a loud thud.

"Hey, watch it! Dont hurt her." Billy hissed, staring up the car.

"Dont get any bight ideas with YN, Billy! I liked her first."

"Oh come on, she likes me better, shitbird."

"She dose not! She Pittys you!"

And they fought, all the way back home.

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☁️Paul X Reader • Dumptruck

Fluff

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Topics Included

Big booty Paul Stanley

Sassy Reader

@$$ smacking

Flirting

Jealousy

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💅✨ (Y/N)’s POV ✨👜

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“Okay everyone! That’s all for now!

Make sure to do your homework!”

Yeah right. Let’s see if that happens. I have 8 classes in total to keep up in grades & they expect it to be done at that very moment? HA! That’s sad… But I do have a C in here so I guess I should start to try to actually do it… This is Ms. Davis’ English Classroom. And me? Well, I’m (Y/F/N), (Y/L/N). I’m known as they call “popular girl”. I honestly don’t know how I grew to the fame so rapidly. I was a nerd before. Useless & boring. Always reading the books for class. Yeah, I was getting a good grade on everything, but what was this going to do huh? Was this going to get me a man in my life or have lots of people know the true me? Nah, that all changed when I became a senior. Shocking, I know. At the end of the year, I suddenly change. I want my last year in here to be memorable. Be know here when I leave this place. I know I’m popular around this place. 10k followers on Insta, best girlfriends I can have, & boys stare at my body.

I just hoping lunch comes by soon. I have to sit in this desk knowing what there’s to know & all I can hear is my stomach groaning & crackling loudly. Thankfully, one of my friends gave a bag of chips for me to eat in here. You’re probably wondering who it is. I’ll tell you right now. The Hex Girls. The Hex Girls is a rock band group. A “eco-goth” group from what they say. I honestly don’t do the gothic thing, but the girls are actually not as bad as what I thought they’d be & they’re the kind of girls I like to hang out with so we’re friends since I met them. Plus, they get to okay at my parties for the newest songs they come up with. So now I don’t have to pay for a band!

As of now or maybe even forever, my head rested on my hand feeling as if I could almost fall asleep, but I didn’t when I looked down & saw a piece of paper on my desk now that was with the hand of the lead of The Hex Giles, Sally "Thorn" McKnight, or just Sally. She’s more amazing than everyone. Her eyes looked at me then back at the note wanting me to read it now. Grabbing the paper, I opened & read.

[Looks like those boys that’s always together aren’t here today. You have any idea where they could be at?]

“Who knows where they are now… Probably making another song now.” I whispered quietly as I turned to her. She chuckled lightly starting to smile showing her fangs that brightened. In front of her is our other friend, Dusk. She’s on the drum & knows her stuff! But, she is short tempered. She once threatened to break up The Hex Girls, but she wasn’t able to. The kindness they showed made her stay with the group. Thank god cause they’re good. The next person where’s discussing is Luna. People say she’s mysterious & scary, but girl, she’s the coolest one! It’s always a new adventure with her.

“That’s probably true, but damn, have you seen Freddie’s Mercury’s ass? Man, that boy had a huge fatty.” Luna whispered turning to me since she’s sitting in the seat in front of me.

“We know all know one thing (Y/N). You’d want to smack it huh (Y/N)?” Thorn teased raising her eyebrows. As I rolled my eyes, they snickered. If anyone knows something about ass, it’s me. I love me a good plump ass. Just think of having a man with a fat ass? You can smack it all day long, lay on it like it’s your personal pillow & more things to do with a plump ass.

We all thought today was going to be a quiet day up for now, but not until the classroom’s bell had rung loudly. This meat that lunchtime is now here! I can finally get some food to eat and buy snacks at the concession stand. I have 10 dollars & that’ll last me since the priciest thing there is at least $2. Shit, we need those snacks for class. They can’t starve us now can they? If they even tried to do that stupid shit, I’d have my dad up here so damn fast. Ugh, anyways, now that all of us are walking to the lunchroom, we can sit in our seats we always sit at a table. But~! I’m going to take the elevator. I already told the girls when we were in the classroom so they already know.

“(Y/N), we’ll meet you back in the cafeteria, kay? We’ll be sitting down!” Thorn said as she turned to me since I’m on my towards the elevator. I gave her a nod as I started my way over.

“That’s fine! I’ll meet you there!” Turning back around, I walked back to the elevator and waited for it to open. Damn, how long does it take for this thing to come back up to the fourth floor?! I know there’s nobody waiting for it down there. The room isn’t even big to hold, but it had enough space. Finally! The bell for the elevator rung which meant I can get in. Grabbing my backpack, I waited for the door to-

Oh my god…

They’re in here…

(I’m hoping I got the right members.)

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📓✨Author’s’s POV ✨📝

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All four boys stood in the elevator as they turned their attention to the door before some of their eyes went wide seeing there’s a girl here, infront them and it wasn’t no ordinary girl. It’s her.

“Fucking god….Fuck this shit…”Walking in, she muttered under her breath as she stood in the elevator with her back turned to them. She wasn’t dumb either as she stood in front of the one with the earrings. His friend by him tried to whisper to him, but (Y/N) has good ears. She might bot be able to know what he’s saying, but she knows he’s talking about her. It’s almost impossible to just stand in the elevator feeling all their eyes on her. Yeah she’s popular and everyone knows her, but damn can a girl stand in an elevator without feeling like I’m about to be attacked or something so she can say she knows them and they become popular also? It’s a mess… What’s worse? Another person, a boy, came into the elevator & stood by her. But this boy began to flirt with her. Not flirting. Trying to ask her out.

“(Y/N)’ You’re looking nice everyday. Mind if I can have your number~?” The boy flirted as stood beside her. (Y/N) always gets this all the time. Boys trying to flirt with her, but she plays hard to get. Reject, tells why they’re not for her & to fix whatever she said & gives them a wink showing off her beauty making whoever blush. But this one is just plain old annoying. Straight forwards not a way to a girl… The boys in the back sure think so. The boy with the studded jacket just narrowed his eyes as the other boys listened & stared at the creep also.

“You’re gorgeous (Y/N). Come on. Come out with me won’t you (Y/N)? I’ll save a seat in my car after school. I’ll drive you back here for your car.” Suddenly, the boy placed his hand on her arm pulling her into his side more. Now, the same boy with the studded jacket felt his nerves staring to act up. Seriously?! Harass her in the public?! How shameless is this guy really is?! He was about to interfere before…

SMACK

All eyes went to (Y/N) only to see

her hand on the creepy boy’s ass!

The whole elevator went quiet as the group of boys behind (Y/N) stared at her hand on the creep’s ass while the boy’s eyes are wide from the smack and shock that she really just did that!

“Let’s see… You said you wanted to be my boyfriend huh? Awe. Sweet. Too small. I like men with big butts.”

She gave the flirting boy a deep dark grin turning slowly to him as she said that sentence then the door opened. Her face suddenly smiled once again before walking out the elevator with the other boys walking out there also. That one boy just stayed there staring at her in pure shock of what she said..

But just as she was about to go into the lunchroom a voice had yelled out.

“HE HAS A BIG BUTT!!”

“Gene!! Shut up!!”

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“Come on Paul!

If you really like (Y/N),

you should ask her out.”

“Gene, please be quiet..

I need the right time...”

I don’t understand Paul sometimes… He has a crush on (Y/N), so why isn’t he trying to confess his love to he…?She’s obviously a good match for him. And he’s a good match for her also. It’s perfect for the two to be a couple. But Paul’s acting like he’s damn timid. He’s not koi when he goes in makeup stores to get cleanser or whatever he wants in those stores, so why out all things is he acting like this? He needs to make his move before (Y/N) finds a guy she actually likes & he won’t have a chance anymore. And especially the spring break is coming up so quickly. If he confesses her love to him & she likes him back, they can spend all of Spring break together. That’ll be nice. But he needs to fess up and confess.

RIIIIIIIINNNNGGG

“Finally! Lunch is here & no class!” Bruce yelled out grabbing his bag and tried to run out only for Carr to grab his bag bc he’s short & hold him back. It’s funny how much taller I am than the rest of my friends. Bruces the 2nd tallest to me, Paul’s the 3rd and Carr is the shortest. He looks like a Smurf.

“Hold your horses Bruce, wait for the rest of us. Especially wait for Paul.” Paul is uh…the slowest one…He’s the most responsible one. He might do some things that’s not good, but they aren’t as bad since it’s teenager stuff. He quickly placed his backpack on his back before flurrying his hair out a bit and follows us to the indoor eleven. Our school is surprisingly a good one. Many people have gone to this school & came out successful in their life. For us though, we’re going to be a band. A rock band with all the edgy clothes, recking hotel rooms, playing for lots of fans, getting girls to fall on our feet, it’s definitely a big musician’s dream. Our leader, Gene Simmons, has the band already on a good track. He may have had to do some things that are a bit of embarrassing to get out band out there, but sometimes, we have to take risks to get what we want in life.

As we’re walking, Bruces talking to Paul while I’m walking beside Carr as we both listen to two. They’re mostly talking about work or the teachers we have until we arrived to the elevator. I pressed the button before I had heard Bruce say something about (Y/N) that made Paul smile slightly making him blush & rub his arm as Bruce laughed.

“Hm? What’s funny to you Bruce?” Carr asked turning his head towards Bruce who laughed more & shook his head as Paul covered his face with his hand not wanting him to see his face. Something tells me Bruce told Paul a suggestive question/comment about (Y/N) maybe. It’s funny seeing him so red whenever he thinks about (Y/N). They’ve only had like, what? 5 times encounters but it’s really just them in the hall walking to their next classes. His stupid ass never talked to her…

“Paul blushed when I told him that (Y/N) would put a lilac collar on him~”

“Peter,

what the hell…”

“Oh my god Bruce!

What’s wrong with you?!

AHAHAHAHA!!”

I’m still going to help him get (Y/N). The doors finally opened which led us to get in & press the first floor button. Thankfully, it won’t be long because we’re on the fourth floor. The elevator quickly started moving which lead us down all the way to the bottom floor.

“Paul, you gotta make your move. Who knows what’ll happen the next day with (Y/N)! Come on, I’ll help!” Paul sighed as we all looked at him.

“I want to, but we’re do different… I’m nervous what’ll happen if I do tell her I like her… She might make a fool out of me, say that I’m not her ideal type & just wink me off like she does to the boys that confessed to her..” Paul told everyone and looked down. He’s so doubtful about her. It’s only because he see how she acts & thinks she’s going to act that way with him.

“But Paul, you’ve forgot something. You got a weapon that she’ll like a lot. You have nice thick and a fat ass~…” I said as I smirked, smacked Paul’s ass making him yelp from how hard he hit him as his face flustered with his hands holding his ass slightly. It honestly funny seeing how he acted when he hit him since he immediately moved away when he spanked him.

“ACK!! G-Gene Simmons! Stop it!” Oh yeah, that was definitely hilarious. All of us started to laugh at Paul while he has a red face with arms crossed. Paul & me were the ones laughing the most. He’s leaning on the wall while I’m laughing trying my best not to fall onto the buttons from how funny it is.

“Look, how about we help you huh? You’ve done so much for us, it’s time for us to do something for you, huh? We’ll help you get (Y/N) & you’ll have the hottest babe while in a rock band. How does that sound huh? I bet the others would help too, wouldn’t you?” Bruce looked at us, me & Carr, as we both nodded in agreement with him. Paul deserved to get someone as hot as (Y/N). Two hot people together is literally the ideal for almost everyon-

Huh? We’re already on the floor…?-

…this is definitely not our floor…

And we didn’t expect this…

(Y/N)’s standing right in front of us…

All of stood still as our eyes laid on her watching her as she looked up at us then muttering something, i think, under her breathe before she had her back towards Paul’s chest. She’s so much shorter than him, but a height different is really a cute couple thing. When I looked over at Paul, he stared down at her as if he’s scared of doing anything while she’s in front of him. What’s his issue?! This is finally his time to tell her how he feels and he’s just standing here like a damn statue! I have to whisper to him to help him!

“Paul this is it! Tell her how you feel! She’ll listen to you with us here!-”

“I’m not doing it around all of you! I want it to be private when I do and plus, she’ll feel intimidated by all of us since we’re much than her! Only one that isn’t tall is Peter!-”

DIIIINGGG

We’re already on the bottom floor-

Nope, the doors opened once again..

This time, a boy came in the elevator but something felt…off…about him… When he looked to see who’s in here, the first one he noticed was (Y/N)… All of sudden, the boy started flirting with her out of the complete blue!

“(Y/N)! You’re looking nice everyday. Mind if I could have your number~?” He flirted with her as his arm snaked around her & handed on (Y/N)’s arm. What the hell is he trying to do to her.. It’s obviously (Y/N) doesn’t want to be bothered with a flirted like this guy. So straightforward, no self respect for her. If there’s one thing (Y/N) hates it’s the straightforward boys trying to get her to “play around” with them… Byt right now, just by standing beside Paul, I can feel the energy he’s feeling. Disappointment mixed with furious. Disappointed she’ll say yes to him & furious that he’s touching (Y/N) with knowing she hates straightforward.

“You’re gorgeous (Y/N). Come on. Come out with me won’t you (Y/N)? I’ll save a seat in my car after school. I’ll drive you back here for your car.” Trying to be a gentleman now huh? What a total loser..Offering a girl a car ride because that’s all you can afford. Crazy. This is why Paul is way better. He’s caring, knows how to treat a real lady like she’s supposed to and wants to be with her when he gets famous. That’s dedication. Still being with her. But what shocked me more was when I saw Gene’s face staring at him…. He looked like he’s about to grab him & slam him against the silver tin wall! There’s one rule in this friend group. Never. Get Gene to burst his bubble. Last time someone did that to Gene, they were found in the school’s dump. Another one was found in the boy’s locker room and clothes were stained pink! For a month! The whole uniform! And it looks like he’s about act now.. Gene rolled up his sleeve and took a few heavy steps forward to the bo-

SMACK

…we all stopped…

“Let’s see…

You want to be my boyfriend?

Awe. Sweet, but…

Too small.

I like men with big butts.”

Nobody said a damn word…

Paul got himself a keeper…

All of us walked out the elevator not wanting to still be there before the doors close. The boy in fact, stayed in his place staring in complete shock. She walked out of the elevator as if nothing happened! Nothing at all… I-I just can’t believe that happened…! She handled that like a damn champ! This must what it means to be a girl that’s popular in high school, does it? I would never thought I’d be like this-

WAIT!!

She said she likes boys with fat asses!

Paul definitely has a fat ass!

This is it.

This is how I can help him!

Hopefully what I’m about to do

doesn’t backfire…

“HE HAS A BIG BUTT!!”

“Ace!! Shut up!!”

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📓✨Author’s POV✨📝

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(Y/N) suddenly turned around when she heard a loud voice call out for her & saw it was the tallest guy that was in the elevator with her pointing to the short guy wearing big, hoop earrings after he shouted what he said to her. The short one pushed the tall one as he fussed at him for saying what he said, but this was now..intriguing her. Ofc, she heard that and then smirked.

“Ace, why did you say that damit?!”

“I’m fucking help you! You don’t have no confidence to say it to her!”

“Ace Frehley. If you don’t shut up now, I’m going to fucking shove my-”

“You have a fat ass huh?”

Paul & the others s turned to (Y/N) hearing her talk to them before she started to walk over towards the boys. But instead of all of them being by her as she walked towards them, the rest of them backed up a bit to watch her starring to walk around Paul as he stood still, definitely nervous of what she’ll do to him. He turned his head as he watched her examine him before the corners of her mouth twisted up. Suddenly, a loud “smack” was heard & Paul jumped slightly shaking a bit from how hard. she smacked his ass.

“Oh you definitely have a fat ass.

What’s your name cutie?”

(Y/N) asked the man posing with her arm holding up her other arm as she bit the end of her index finger’s nail. Poor Paul got hot & sweetly trying to say his name as he stuttered from the excitement & nervous he’s feeling.

“M-My name? O-Oh! M-My name is uh..s-sorry m-my name is-”

“His names Paul and he’s definitely looking for a hot chick that’s~ you.”

“Oh~? Is that so Paul Stanley~?”Looking at him as she turned to him, Paul’s brown eyes connected with her (Y/E/C) staring at each other for a sec only, Paul sheepishly & chuckled as he had nodded at her in agreement. Yes, it’s true. She’s been her admirer after he enrolled into this new school.

He moved to get in a better school after his first school has bullies that teased him for being a Jew, Jewish. Been teased for the terrible camps, Hitler & so many more stuff about it... It became a problem after he rose up to those bullies & fought then, but our Paulie got in trouble and had to move. But this is better than the other one. They actually care about him & not try to get them to just leave them alone.

“Hm. A hottie like me you say Paul? Well, I don’t talk to straightforwards a lot, but, for you a pretty boy like you?” She started to say then stopped as she had walked over to Paul making Ace back up by the other bandmates. Paul then blushes as (Y/N) suddenly placed her finger under his chin softly.

“I can make an exception for you.”

Smirking, (Y/N) backed away from Paul with shocked, flustered face and grabbed her backpack before turning to Paul & patted her eyes flirtatiously.

“See you later then chubby cheeks.”

And off she went.

Paul was the one to still stand there almost as if he didn’t believe this just happened before his friends came to him and congratulated him by patting his back odor snagging the one girl nobody could have! Only he has her! Sure, she probably has a lot of exes but Paul is different. He wants to be- no…live with her. Give her the life she deserves for such a working woman. Ace was the one to come last to him.

“See? Now that wasn’t so hard huh? You talked & got the girl you wanted! With my help ofc, I’ll take thank you.”

“Yeah Yeah Whatever. Thanks Ace.”Paul said then rolled his eyes playfully as he gently poked Ace’s Arm with his shoulder making the tall man give out his lovely loud laugh everyone loves.

The boys began to walk away toward the place they were heading, but Paul couldn’t help himself but look back at (Y/N) seeing she’s walking along with her friends towards their lunch table.

He just can’t believe it right now…

He scored the girl of his dreams.

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◯ ༚ 。 👛 ◯ ༚ 。👜 ◯ ༚ 。💖 ◯ ༚ 。

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[amorchai]

hi bubba, i'm here requesting the lil stevie blurb you wrote for me a while ago; the one with the bonfire and him being all sweet ᰔ

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.

pairing(s): steve harrington x reader

words: 918

warnings/tags: all the gang being themselves, cursing.

a/n: this is a repost from my old account, the original post gained 700 notes.

the radiating warmth of not only the bonfire in front but the length of steve’s chest pressed against your back is enough to send you into a hazy slumber. if it weren’t for his constant moving as he watched everyone.

your head tucked under your boyfriend’s chin, steve’s arms gently encased your frame and had been for the past hour. the small get together at eddie’s ended with only a few of you left. nancy had drove most of the kids home, max staying as she only lived a trailer across and lucas was stuck to her side; steve opting to drive him back later.

eddie was using his hands atop his knees to make some careless noise amongst conversation with robin whilst steve watched fondly as lucas and max bicker, including him every so often with a ‘steve, tell her,’ or ‘stay outta this, steve, don’t listen to this doofus.’

steve couldn’t get involved, too wrapped up in the ambience of your sleepy nature against him. your breath fanned his neck and your hands clutched his jacket tightly, humming every so often when you stirred from threatened sleep.

“fuck you, honest to god, y/n! back me up here!” hands which previously coursed up and down your back with a sickeningly sweet graze freeze when steve glared at eddie munson from his spot. the kids from beside him follow his gaze when steve tries his best to whisper shout, “shut up, holy crap what ever happened to indoor voices with you lot, huh?”

“i know you weren’t the best in school, steve, but it’s basic common sense to know we’re outside right now.”

his glare moves to robin, ready to make another remark when your nose nudges against his jaw with another hum escaping you, stirring to lay your front against his while hands flatten against his chest which is currently alight with love. causing his throat to close and to shut up entirely.

“i’m not asleep, stevie. still here.” your hands move when steve’s chest vibrates with a chuckle, your words saying one thing but your expression saying a hell of the lot more.

your eyes are half-lidded, filled with a sleepiness, your cheeks look oh-so-soft and steve resists the urge to run the back of his finger over so gently like he’d break you. plus the light from the fire doesn’t help how he feels, not when the warm glow makes you look so much sweeter.

“y/n! queen or the beatles?” eddie’s voice interjects and steve leans down to press a long kiss to your head, lips murmuring against yours in the process, “sorry, baby.” you giggle lazily, hugging yourself closer to your boyfriend, knees bending so you essentially look like a koala clung to a tree.

“queen.”

a rapid beat fills your eardrums as eddie slaps his knees to the chorus of ‘we will rock you’ before standing up and leaning towards robin’s face, “told you! nobody beats freddie mercury, man. nobody!”. eddie looks over to you, face hidden in steve’s frame but eddie still speaks, not caring if it’s not really heard, “this is why you’re my favourite, y/n.”

“y/n’s clearly delirious, isn’t thinking straight,” robin starts.

“yeah, she’s like half asleep,” max continues.

you hardly listen to them, the fall air crisp against your back but steve’s quick to keep you warm. the scent of his woody cologne filling your nostrils and working like a charm to make you feel more woozy and tired, entirely safe in his arms.

“y/n deserves extra marshmallows,” eddie announces in retaliation while leaning down to grip the large bag they shared by the fire earlier to throw it in your direction. steve raises his arm to catch the plastic before discarding it to his side while responding, “y/n deserves some well-needed rest.”

you murmur incoherently against steve’s chest and he runs his hand over your head while whispering, “it’s okay, baby. i’ll get you home to bed.” little did steve know you were far more content at the back of eddie’s garden, lame bonfire while pressed against your boyfriend.

“just stay here?” eddie says as if it’s the simplest thing and steve feels you push against his hand, eyes open once again trying to lift yourself up as you start to disagree, “no, no, no. stevie, we can’t.”

everyone watches you ramble tiredly, steve kissing your forehead while his arms wrapped around your lower back comfortingly, “okay, baby—” but you continue as he speaks back, “we can’t stay, gotta drive lucas to basketball practice first thing tomorrow. gotta go home.”

“you’re right,” steve starts, everyone else confused while steve only smiles at you in complete adoration as you both attempt to move from your comfortable position. steve turns to max and lucas, spinning his finger as a signal to ‘wrap things up,’ “c’mon, lucas. let’s get you home, bud.”

everyone makes a move, lucas nervously leaning in to kiss max’s cheek while steve helps swing his jacket over your shoulder before tucking your tired state under his arm. “robin, need a lift?” asks steve, allowing you a few extra peaceful moments to feel the warm fire against your body.

“think i’m staying here.”

“let’s go, bub,” steve squeezes you while kissing your cheek, his affection only making you feel more tired and light-headed, in the best way while you're guided from the warm fire and instead promised to be cuddled to sleep in the comfort of your bed, your boyfriend right by your side like always.

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[likesomekindofcheese]

headcanons for comforting the Queen boys when they’re crying?

AWWWWW. I really like this!

Freddie:

You would catch those odd moments of his emotions. He would be alone and tears would be streaming down his face despite his smile. You hardly knew what and when you asked, he did not reply. “Darling, I can’t talk about it now...”

 “It’s alright, Fred, you don’t have to tell me!” you insist.

You lean his head close to you so that he lens against your shoulder and let him cry it out.

Roger:

Roger was always the cheerful one. He would rarely get sad, truly, truly sad. But when it did, it broke your heart. He was shaking and rubbing the tears off with his sleeve.

“Here...shhhh” You would say.

 You let him hug you- and he does on tightly. His fingers pressing into your skin desperately. So deeply, you are sure there are marks. You would suggest doing something like going out for dinner, drinks, and/or a movie. An activity out there to get his mind off.

Brian:

Brian was the most melancholy of the four boys. Seeing him cry, and cry hard-wiping off tears with his wrist and scrunching his face, made you wish to mourn with him. You would let him lay down and let his head fall on your lap like a child.

“What is it today, Bri? What has my boy upset?” you ask lovingly.

He would tell you all about it and you would comfort him. It becomes a long session, sometimes into wee hours of the night talking. You then make sure he gets some sleep-tucked in beneath blankets and safe as a babe.

Deaky:

Deaky was an ugly crier. His face would curl up and he would sob it. You hold him, trying not to be shaken as his own body heaved with sobs. He trusted you enough to tell you everything, feeling every wave and crash of his own sadness. Once alone, he would then open up to tell you, not without stuttering and tears. once he was done, you would hug and hold him. Even singing little lullabies and songs to lull him to calmness.

“Hush little baby, don’t say a word,

Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird...”

Taglist: @queenlover05 @yourlocalmusicalprostitute

[bitchysoulwasteland]

Hangman X Mercury!Daughter Reader

(A/n: Yet another one of my *insert a franchise* x queen band reader fics. I'm not even sorry for this. XD. It takes place modern day, so just imagine Live Aid now, basically. Also, for the sake of the fic, Jim Hutton will be an Admiral at Top Gun. Just go with it. Do not repost. Enjoy.)

The crowd roared as you, (your father) Freddie Mercury and your uncles, Brian May and John deacon, along with your godfather, Roger Taylor bowed. As you stood back up from the bow, the sound of a plane engine came overhead. You looked up and saw Jake's F-18 barrel rolling over Wembley Stadium. You laughed and shook your head and did a slight salute to him.

Five hours later, you walk into the Hard Deck and see the entire of the Dagger Squad crowded around a TV which was re-running Live Aid. You smirk when you see that everyone's eyes are glued to Queen's set, more specifically, your solo during Hammer To Fall.

"Damn, I look good onstage." you mutter to Penny as she hands you a beer and you give her the money. "Thanks." You see your other father, five-star admiral, Jim Hutton, call sign 'Bud'. You smile at him as you give a small salute.

"I say your performance, Y/n. I'm sorry I couldn't be there to see it." His soft, Irish accent came as a welcome, yet familiar, change as he pulled you in for a hug.

"It's fine, we c'n still see it. Apparently the BBC are still showing it." You say, gesturing to a TV, which had it on. Jake watched as you interacted with the Admiral. 'How the hell did you know him?' he thought before going back to watch you on the screen. He smirked as the concert set was finished and the sound of a plane thundered overhead. On the screen, you looked up and smiled, shaking your head before doing a mini salute. "I think that was quite a nice touch, personally." You say to your father who is sitting beside you and watching the screen. "Papa should be coming with the guys. I left just after they started talking to Mick Jagger."

"I think your pilot wants to talk with you, love." He said, gesturing to Jake, who had walked over. "I'll leave you two be." He walked to the outside tables and sat down.

"That was some move, Hangman." You smirked as he stood beside you.

"Glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart.” Jake responded as the Dagger Squad’s jaws dropped.

“Hi, um, I’m Y/n Mercury.”

“Thought you were going by Hutton-Mercury.” Phoenix piped up. She had been friends with you ever since you had ran into her the night you met Jake.

“Nah, Mercury on Stage, Hutton-Mercury for government shit a-“

“And Seresin everywhere else.” Jake whispered in your ear but you knew full well that everyone herd him.

“You ain’t put a ring on it, so I ain’t changing it yet.”

[thelastdj]

Dinner With The Parents

Pairing: Brian May x reader

Genre: I have no clue. Just read.

Summary: (y/n) and Brian are having dinner with his parents, but they are badgering the couple with questions about the future. Specifically: children.

Warning: Smoking, maybe cursing. I didn't proofread. Also I wrote this in an hour so its not the best.

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“And look here,” the elderly woman shoved another picture in (y/n)’s face, “Brian’s cousin just had a little daughter.”

“Ah, congratulations.”

“Isn’t she sweet?”

“Very.” (y/n) shot him a desperate look.

“So, Dad,” Brian tried to change the topic, “How's work?”

“Work is good.” he replied curtly, “(y/n), do you know how great children are?”

“I- uh, I wouldn’t know” she said, and took a long drink of wine.

“Well, they are. You get to watch them grow up, growing to become such amazing people. And you have the satisfaction of knowing you helped shape them to be like that.”

(y/n) nodded and gave a polite smile. “The meal was delicious Mrs. May.”

“Thank you dear.” She smiled, “Oh, Brian, did you hear? Jeff Robinson had a son last week.”

“Who?”

“You remember Jeff. He was in your year in school.”

“Oh, Jeff. Right.”

“(y/n)?” His father asked.

“Yes?”

“You and Brian have been together for quite some time now.”

“Three years.” She replied, shooting him a quick smile.

“Have you two ever thought of starting a family? Or at least getting married?”

“Um, we're both too busy with work right now to think of children…” she trailed off.

“(y/n)? Are you alright dear? You look a little queasy.” his mother asked when her eyes fell on (y/n), who indeed looked like she was going to be sick.

“I- yeah, I’m fine.” she said absentmindedly. “Do you mind if I grab some fresh air?”

“Of course darling.”

“Thanks.”

(y/n) got up and quietly headed out the side door. A beat passed and Brian turned to look at his parents.

His expression must have been pretty sour, because his mother raised her eyebrows and asked, “What?”

“Why are you trying to pressure (y/n) and me into having children?”

“We’re not doing anything of that sort.”

“Yes you are. (y/n)’s been under a lot of pressure about having kids lately. Her family, the media and now you two. It’s clear that she doesn’t want children. And neither do I.”

His parents were quiet.

“I’m going to go and see if she’s alright. And when we come back, please refrain from all the family talk.”

•••

(y/n) stood in the shadows, leaning her back against the wall. The warm red glow of a cigarette was the only thing lighting her face. Smoke curled upwards into the air as she exhaled.

“Sorry,” she chuckled, catching him staring at the cigarette between her fingers, “Bad habit.”

“Are you alright darling?”

She gave a weak smile, “I’m fine. Just needed to calm down a bit.”

Brian walked over to her, leaning his back against the wall. A sigh escaped him.

(y/n) glances over to him, “You want a drag?”

Suddenly Brian felt tempted. Why? He didn’t know, but he accepted the offer, inhaling the smoke from the cigarette being held to his lips.

His throat burned as the smoke tried to fight its way out and Brian doubled over coughing. He must have looked pretty ridiculous because (y/n) started to giggle.

“You do this for fun?” he managed to gasp out.

That only made her laugh harder. It took a few moments before all the smoke had been expelled from his lungs.

“Are you okay?” (y/n) asked when his coughing had subsided.

Brian nodded, watching her take a final drag before throwing the cigarette onto the pavement and crushing it with the tip of her shoe.

“I’m sorry they were asking all those questions.” He said.

“It’s not your fault,” (y/n) sighed, “Besides, you’ll have to endure the same thing next week. My mom invited us to dinner on Sunday.”

“Lovely,” he deadpanned and (y/n) smiled sympathetically.

“Should we go back inside?” She suggested, “Your parents might get suspicious.”

Brian nodded and took (y/n)’s hand.

“After you,” he held open to the door and he followed (y/n) as she walked back inside.

“Ah, there you too are.” Brian’s mom exclaimed, “Are you feeling better, (y/n)?”

“Yeah, I think it was just a little vertigo. I’m fine.”

“How’s the album coming along, son?” His father asked after a short pause.

And for the rest of the evening, there were no more mentions of children.

•••

“You told them I didn’t want children, didn’t you?”

Brian glanced down at her, “Yes, I did. They were a bit disappointed, but they’ll accept it. I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think that they believe that  if there’s a chance we’ll get married then there’s a chance that they will get grandchildren”

(y/n) laughed, “Do you think there’s a chance that we’ll get married?”

“I’m hoping there is.” He looked at her, “Is there?”

(y/n) smiled, “Yes there is. A very good one in fact.”

[anne-white-star]

Eddit : creddit for this meme to @beatlemaniac00