#his lil grin at the end oh taylor why do you do this to yourself

[fritzes]

taylor fritz on pressure at the us open

[hxlyhead-harpies]

Shining Just For You (S.B.)

Summary: You had never had much luck with boys, coming to the conclusion that you were no one’s type. But you certainly were not Sirius Black’s type. 

Song of the Fic: Mirror Ball by Taylor Swift

I've never been a natural All I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything To keep you looking at me

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings: Insecurity, alcohol use, cursing, mentions of vomit and food

A/n: hello everyone! this is the longest thing i’ve written so i hope you all enjoy it! i really enjoyed writing it!! 

The early December sun danced across the pages of your book as you read, situated by the largest window in the library. It was an early morning on a Saturday as you studied, pouring over your history of magic textbook. You loved the library at this time of day. The golden beams of the post dusk sun filled the room and the hum of silence engulfed you. And there was never anyone around to bother you. 

Except for today of course.

“Hello there Ms. (L/n),” a voice said as the seat across from you became occupied. You rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed with the boy who had graced your presence. 

“Hello, Black,” you said, looking up to meet eyes with Sirius. He leaned back and propped his feet up on the table, sending you one of his signature smirks. You gasped before slapping at his legs. 

“Feet off the table,” you whispered harshly. Sirius let out a chuckle. 

“Only if you come to the quidditch match today,” he stated, making you freeze.

“There’s a quidditch match today?” you asked quietly. You felt incredibly guilty. You had promised your cousin James that you would try to come to at least one of his matches this year since you had missed every match in your sixth year. Sirius scoffed at you.

“Of course there’s a match today. I’m surprised you’ve forgotten since it’s all that James has talked about all week,” he said with a chuckle. You began to gather your things. 

“I’ve learned to tune him out,” you explained, earning a laugh from Sirius. You tried not to let your cheeks heat up too much at the noise, proud that you were able to elicit that kind of response from him. 

“Why are you here anyway?” he asked, gesturing to your pile of books, “It’s a Saturday.” You continue to shove your things into your satchel. 

“I always study on Saturday mornings,” you responded. Sirius sighed. 

“You’re so weird. I can’t believe you’d spend a Saturday studying,” he said. You turned to look at him.

“Some of us actually have to work to get good grades,” you said with a slight hint of defensiveness. Sirius smiled at you. 

“Well some of us prefer to have fun instead of being painfully boring,” he responded with a chuckle. The comment stung but you masked it with a half-hearted laugh. You knew that you and Sirius did not have the same definition of fun, but it still hurt that he would call you boring. You made a move to leave and Sirius followed you. 

“Now, you do know how to get to the quidditch pitch don’t you?” he said teasingly. You shoved his shoulder. 

“Of course I do you prat,” you replied. Sirius threw his hand up in surrender.

“Hey I’m just checking,” he laughed lightly. When you arrive at the common room you turn to head up the girl’s staircase. 

“I’ll save you a seat,” Sirius called after you, causing you to flush darkly.

“Thank you,” you shouted over your shoulder, refusing to face him in case he saw how flustered he made you. Sirius had always had the ability to turn you into a blushing mess ever since the moment you met him. It had been your first year when he stumbled into the compartment you shared with James, asking if he could sit with you. Even at eleven, when his stormy grey eyes met yours, you knew that he’d be all you thought of for years. And as you grew, your feelings for the boy only grew as well. Every moment alone in the common room and as potions partners were ingrained in your mind, replayed every night as you fell asleep. But despite your intense feelings for Sirius, he never seemed to see you as anything more than a friend, continuing to hook up with his string of gorgeous girls. The kind of girls that you wished you looked like when you gazed into your mirror. They were all undeniably beautiful, with gorgeous flowing hair and flawless skin. Their long and nimble fingers grazing his arms when they passed him in the hallways. They were quite the opposite of you, comfortable in their own bodies and confident. They were everything that you wished that you were. 

You had never had much luck with boys, coming to the conclusion that you were no one’s type. But you certainly were not Sirius Black’s type. 

You bustled up the stairs to your room, pushing open the door and dropping your bag by your bed. Lily looked up from her spot by the mirror, her mascara wand frozen mid-air. 

“Oh, you’re back early today,” she said, confusion evident in her brow. You opened your trunk and pulled out a thick Gryffindor jumper, pulling it over your white turtleneck. 

“I’ve decided to go to the match today,” you said, smoothing out your hair. Lily let out a laugh.

“You? Going to quidditch?” she asked with a goofy grin on her face. You shrugged with a small frown. 

“James asked me to go,” you said quietly. Lily narrowed her eyes. 

“James always asks you to go and you haven’t shown up in three years. I’m surprised you even knew there was a match today,” she said, turning back to the mirror to finish her makeup. 

“Sirius found me in the library earlier and reminded me,” you said and you sidled up next to her by the mirror. You grabbed a red silk ribbon and began to pull your hair back. Lily smirked at you in the mirror. 

“Oh now I understand,” she said in a playful tone. You rolled your eyes. “You just want to hang out with your boyfriend,” she continued before capping her mascara. You scoffed.

“Sirius is not my boyfriend! And if anyone is going to the match today to impress a boy it’s you,” you said, causing Lily to cough and blush deeply.

“Oh shut up,” she mumbled. 

“Oh come on Lily I know you’re just going to watch James,” you said with a grin. Lily hid her crimson face with her hair. 

“I just have house spirit,” she rationalized. You leaned back against the dresser and gave her a pointed look as she dropped onto her bed.

“Oh yeah? Then who’s jumper are you wearing right now?” you asked teasingly. Lily’s eyes went wide and she chucked a pillow at you. You just laughed before throwing it back at her and flopping on the bed beside her. The two of you laid in silence for a moment, mulling over your respective harbored feelings for boys with messy black hair. After a moment you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Lils?” you asked. 

“Mhm?” she responded, turning her head to look at you. 

“Do you think I’m boring?” you inquired softly. Lily furrowed her eyebrows. 

“Of course not,” she said, “Why would you think that?” You shrugged, playing with a loose thread on the blanket. “Sirius called me boring this morning,” you revealed, sadness creeping into your voice. Lily scoffed.

“He was just teasing, you know how he is,” Lily said, propping herself up on her elbows. “He didn’t mean anything by it.” You frowned and continued to stare at the quilt. Lily hopped off the bed and held out her hand. 

“Now let’s go,” she said with a smile, “Our boys are waiting.”

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When you and Lily arrived at the quidditch pitch you are already cold. You rubbed your hands together as you searched the full stands to see if Sirius actually saved you a seat or not. You eventually spotted him among the Gryffindors and you pulled Lily towards him. 

When you arrived you sat down in the empty space next to him, shooting him a small smile.

“You actually came,” he said with a smirk, “Peter and I were taking bets on if you’d actually show or not.” You rolled your eyes.

“Of course I came. You dragged me out of the library for this,” you said. Sirius clutched his chest in mock offense. 

“I did not drag you,” he exclaimed, “you left of your own volition.” You chuckled, shaking your head. 

The match began soon after, the players taking their positions in the sky. You watched as they zoomed back and forth, different colored balls flying in different directions. You only vaguely understood how quidditch worked, learning solely from Jame’s rambles at the breakfast table, but you were completely confused as to what was happening in front of you. Sirius noticed your pinched expression and smiled softly, finding your confusion positively adorable. He nudged you with his shoulder. 

“Do you have any idea what’s happening?” he asked with a raised brow. Your eyes went wide.

“What? Of course I do,” you sputtered causing his smile to widen. 

“Okay, clearly you don’t,” he teased, “what do you need me to explain?”  You ducked your head. 

“What does the little golden ball do?” you asked nervously. Sirius barked out a loud laugh, causing several students to turn your way. Lily shifted beside you. 

“Did you just ask what the snitch means?” she asked. You covered your face with your hands. 

“Forget it,” you grumbled, silently wishing that you had paid more attention to James. If you had actually listened when he explained the game to you multiple times, you wouldn’t be sitting here, embarrassing yourself greatly in front of Sirius. You suddenly wished that you were Lily, who had understood quidditch since the first match she had ever attended. 

“No no it’s okay,” Sirius chuckled, removing your hands from your face. Your hands burned even under your wool mittens from the contact. “Catching the snitch is the only way to end the game,” he explained, “The seekers look for it while the others play, and whichever team catches it gains a hundred and fifty points.”

“A hundred and fifty?” you exclaimed, “Then what’s the point of the rest of the game? Whoever catches the snitch basically wins with all those points.” Sirius shook his head. 

“It’s really hard to catch so sometimes it takes them hours to play. The score gets up to three hundred sometimes, even before the snitch is caught.” You frowned. 

“I guess that kind of makes sense. I still think it’s stupid,” you said. Sirius laughed loudly again.

“You’re so weird,” he said before mussing up your hair. You swatted his hand away and attempted to ignore the burning embarrassment that you felt in your chest. Only about thirty minutes into the match, the Gryffindor seeker caught the snitch and effectively won the game. The stands stood up, roaring in pride. Lily took off towards the pitch, searching for James. You made your way down there as well, hoping to congratulate your cousin. When you found him in the crowd he had an arm around the very flushed Lily whom you raised an eyebrow at. She just rolled her eyes and subtly flicked you off. 

“Congrats Jamie!” you said, raising your hand for a high five. His eyes widened at the sight of you, using his unoccupied arm to pull you into a quick side hug. 

“You actually came!” he cried with a wide smile, “I owe Wormtail two galleons now.” you scoffed indignantly. 

“Yee of little faith,” you said. James laughed and shook his head. 

“Glad Sirius convinced you to come,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You felt heat crawl up your neck. Lily slapped his arm.

“James! Behave,” she said. James smiled at her.

“I’m sorry my Lilyflower, it won’t happen again.” Lily ducked under his arm, causing him to pout. 

“I said not to call me that, Potter,” she said with a glare. But there was a deep affection for the boy shining in her eyes. Sirius came up behind you and patted James on the back.

“Good game mate,” he said with a grin. James threw an arm around his best friend’s shoulder. 

“You might need to convince (Y/n) to come to another match, I think she was good luck.” You ducked your head slightly. 

Before you could respond, a girl came over and snaked her hand around Sirius’s arm. Sirius looked down at Marlene and sent her a smile. You felt your stomach turn in jealousy. Marlene was your roommate and one of your closest friends. But you couldn’t help but be envious of her closeness with Sirius. She was his most consistent hookup, them adopting a friends with benefits type of relationship. Marlene was beautiful with long blonde hair and a slender frame. She wore clothes that you only wished you could someday be confident enough to pull off and had an irresistible air about her. You wanted to be like her more than anything. 

“There’s an afterparty in the common room tonight. You gonna be there?” she asked. You understood the implications of her words and the question that she was really asking him. 

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he said, adopting a slightly flirty tone. Marlene turned to the rest of the group, her bright eyes wide and expectant. 

“Will you guys come too?” she asked, her voice much more innocent than before. Everyone around you nodded. You saw Sirius look at you. 

“What about you, (Y/n),” he asked. You looked up and shrugged. 

“Parties aren’t really my thing,” you replied. In your seven years at school, you had never attended a party, not understanding the appeal of getting drunk and dancing amongst sweaty bodies. Sirius snorted. 

“Don’t know what I expected. Of course, Miss boring won’t be coming,” he said. His tone indicated that his statement was nothing more than a lighthearted jibe but you suddenly felt the burning need to prove him wrong. 

“You know what,” you said with false confidence, “I think I will go.” 

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You stood in front of your mirror, tugging at the short skirt that you were wearing. You barely recognized yourself, having let Lily and Marlene dress you up. They had chosen a purple tank top and a black mini skirt. You had to admit that you looked good, but you did not look like yourself. If anything you looked more like Marlene, minus the effortless confidence and all around perfection. But when you thought of how Sirius constantly flirted with her, maybe emulating Marlene wouldn’t be such a bad thing. You gave your reflection one final frown before turning to your friends. Lily was applying a final coat of lipgloss and Marlene was messing with her hair. 

“You guys almost ready?” you asked, wringing your hands nervously. Lily set aside her makeup and walked towards you.

“You look so good!” Lily said, seemingly not noticing your insecurity. You smiled anxiously at her, thanking her softly. Marlene ran her hands through her hair a final time before marching towards you. 

“Let’s go, ladies,” she said with an excited squeal. She grabbed both of your hands and pulled you and Lily out the door. 

When you arrived in the common room the party was already in full swing. Students were dancing together in the middle of the room and cups of firewhiskey mixed with a mystery liquid were being handed out. Marlene was immediately pulled onto the dance floor by a sixth year she had been flirting with and bid you goodbye. You and Lily weaved through the crowd together, searching for familiar faces. 

You spotted the Marauders by the drinks table, each of them holding a cup in their hands. Lily went up to James, initiating a conversation with the boy. You stood by awkwardly, unsure of where to go. Suddenly, Sirius came up next to you, a second cup in his hand. 

“A glass of jungle juice for the lady,” he said with a smirk. You smiled at him and accepted the cup. You wondered if your eyes were playing tricks on you or if Sirius had just looked you up and down. 

“Thank you,” you said before taking a small sip. You immediately scrunched your nose and flinched, not used to the burning sensation in your throat. Sirius laughed from beside you.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said, taking a long sip of his own drink. 

“That was disgusting,” you said before taking another equally excruciating sip. Sirius lowered your cup from your lips, sending you a warning glance. 

“Don’t drink too much too fast or you’ll get absolutely smashed,” he warned, “And you’ll get a killer headache in the morning.” You nodded in understanding. You took a quick glance around the room, spotting James and Lily head to the dance floor. 

“So what does one do at a party?” you asked Sirius, earning a sweet lopsided grin from him. 

“Well, obviously you drink,” he said, raising his cup. “But you also dance, hang out with people, and a lot of people come to find a quick hookup.” 

“Okay got it,” you responded, bopping your head to the music.

“Not that you have to do any of that,” he said, “especially the last one.” Your cheeks flushed at his implication.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you mumbled, taking a quick sip of your drink. A silence settled over you as you fiddled with the straps of your tank top, still not used to the low cut. Sirius suddenly downed the rest of his drink. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said, “I’m gonna get a refill.” You nodded quickly. While you waited you finished your own drink, becoming more used to the flavor as your head became fuzzier. You waited for Sirius for a while, and it appeared that he wouldn’t be coming back. You made your way to the drink table and Sirius was nowhere to be found. You sighed, assuming that he had left with Marlene or another girl. You refilled your cup and downed it quickly, barely taking a break between sips, and poured a third. You stumbled over to the couch, realizing that the drink was stronger than you thought. As soon as you plopped down on the sofa, Lily was at your side, her cheeks flushed and her clothes slightly rumpled.

“(Y/n)!” she cried, throwing her arms around your neck, “There you are!” You giggled at your friend, her affectionate side coming out full force when she drank. As she burrowed into your neck, you caught a whiff of a familiar cologne. Your eyes widened and you pushed Lily off you. 

“Did you? With James?” you asked, unable to properly articulate the question in your drunken state. Lily giggled. 

“Yes,” she said, “but shh, don’t tell anyone.” Lily pressed her index finger to your mouth, causing you to giggle. 

“That’s gross,” you groaned, attempting to rid yourself of the image of your cousin and best friend in a compromising position. Lily scoffed.

“I can promise you that it was certainly not gross,” she said with a sly smile. You covered your ears. 

“Enough! I don’t want any details,” you cried. Lily laughed uncontrollably, flopping against you. 

“Let’s dance,” she said, pulling you up from the couch. The two of you stumbled onto the dance floor and began to sway to the music. 

“I don’t know how to dance!” you shouted at her. Lily grinned wildly. 

“No one here does! That’s the fun of it!” The two of you jumped to the music and swung around. You felt a pair of large hands touch your hips and you turned to see a boy in your year looking down on you with half-lidded eyes. At the moment you couldn’t remember his name, but you leaned into his touch anyways, moving closer. A flash of guilt came over you when his fingers brushed the bare skin of your stomach but you brushed it away. Why should you feel the need to stay loyal to a boy that you don’t even have? A boy who didn’t even think of you in a romantic sense? 

From across the room, Sirius watched you over Marlene’s shoulder. The girl had pulled him into a conversation and had effectively trapped him in a corner. He hadn’t meant to leave you stranded in the middle of the party. Now he watched as you pressed yourself against a stranger and Sirius gritted his teeth. He looked back down at Marlene who was looking up at him with a seductive expression. He had no intention of sleeping with her tonight, only wanting to spend his time with you. But it seemed that he had blown his chances since you were clearly occupied. So Sirius brushed a strand of hair from Marlene’s face a leaned closer to her.

Lily backed away from you, sending you a not so subtle thumbs-up, before abandoning the dancefloor. You and the boy danced for a while longer before you caught sight of Marlene and Sirius with their faces close together. You frowned slightly before tearing your eyes away, not wanting to subject yourself to that torture. You tried to turn your attention back to the boy who you were pressed against. His advances were getting slightly bolder, his hands traveling slightly farther down your waist. He suddenly flipped you around, tilting your chin towards him with his pointer finger. He started to lean in, but you broke away from his grasp. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, your panic levels rising. 

“Trying to kiss you?” he answered, confused at your reaction. You felt tears slightly burn behind your eyes and you went to push past him. He grabbed you by the wrist. 

“Where are you going? I thought we were having a good time,” he asked, anger edging into his tone. 

“Away from you,” you replied, harsher than you intended. He scoffed before letting go of your wrist. You push through the crowd and out of the common room. 

Sirius watched the whole altercation and peeled Marlene off of him when he saw you flee the party. 

“Sirius?” she asked, confusion in her eyes. 

“I have to go,” he said breathlessly. Marlene shrugged. 

“Alright then. I’ll go find Dorcas,” she said, heading off to find her next hookup. 

Sirius hurried out the portrait hole, attempting to track you down. He found you crumpled in a hallway a small ways away from the fat lady. Your head was in your hands and you cried, the makeup Marlene had meticulously put on you slowly smudging. Sirius slid down next to you and pulled you into a tight hug, setting his chin atop of your head and letting you sob into his shirt. 

“It’s alright,” he said in an attempt to soothe you. You hiccupped. 

“I hate parties,” you cried, your voice muffled by his T-shirt. Sirius couldn’t help but smile slightly at your personality shining through your drunken stupor. 

“I know I know,” he said quietly, rubbing circles into your back. 

After a few minutes of muffled crying, you sat up and wiped your eyes. 

“Feeling better?” Sirius asked, pulling his knees up to his chest. You nodded silently. 

“Why are you out here?” you asked quietly, “I thought you were with Marlene.” Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, not missing the bitterness in your voice. 

“She’s still at the party,” he answered, “I left her to come to help you.” You pouted slightly.

“Why would you leave Marlene?” you asked confusedly, “I’m not worth that, Marlene’s perfect.” Sirius frowned deeply. 

“What are you talking about,” he prodded. You sighed. 

“Marlene is so pretty and perfect. I don’t know why you’d leave her to come see me,” you slurred. Sirius brushed a strand of hair from his face. 

“Because I was worried about you. Besides, you’re more important to me than Marlene,” he answered. Your frown only deepened. 

“But you spend all that time around her. And she’s so beautiful. Merlin,” you put your head in your hands, “I wish I was like her.” Sirius thought his heart would break at your words and forlorn expression. He pulled you back into his chest, stroking your hair. 

“You don’t need to be like Marlene,” he assured you. You struggled to break free from his grasp.

“You don’t understand,” you mumbled. 

“Then explain it to me,” he sighed. You pulled your knees to your chest. 

“Marlene is so beautiful and confident. I just wish that I could be like her. Or even half as pretty as she would be enough,” you peered up at Sirius with teary eyes.

“What are you talking about?” he whispered, “You’re beautiful.” You scoffed. 

“No, I’m not. I’m homely and plain and I’m boring. I’m not enough. Marlene is enough. Lily is enough! I want to be like them,” you said, choking back a sob. Sirius reached out to wipe away your tears. 

“You’re more than enough.”

“But I’m not! I’m not pretty like them. I’m not sure of myself like Marlene. I’m not smart like Lily. For Godric’s sake! That’s why I’m always in the library every weekend. I need to spend my whole life studying to make good marks. No matter how much I try and try it’s never good enough,” you yelled. Sirius was silent, taken aback by your outburst. He had no idea what to say to you to try to get you to understand just how wrong you were. 

“(Y/n),” he pleaded with you to look at him. You lifted your head, your cheeks still flushed from yelling. “You are unbelievable. You’re kind and funny, and astonishingly sweet. Lily and Marlene don’t even hold a candle to you,” he said softly. You looked away. 

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend,” you accused, your words slightly garbled from the alcohol. Sirius looks you deeply in the eyes, his eyes unwavering.

“You are the most beautiful and amazing girl that I have ever seen. And I have thought this since the moment that we first met,” he said. This confession stirred something in your chest. You tried to think of what to say, sorting through your fuzzy and muddled thoughts. You opened your mouth to reply, before promptly leaning over and hurling all over Sirius’s shoes. 

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The next morning you woke up with an earth splitting headache. You groaned as you rolled over, spotting the glass of water on your bedside table. You looked down to see that you were still wearing last night’s clothes.

“Good morning sunshine,” Lily said with a smirk, leaning against the dresser in one of James’s jumpers. 

“Quiet please,” you begged, sitting up slowly. Lily chuckled. You looked around the room to see Mary and Alice sleeping soundly in their beds. 

“Where’s Marlene?” you asked, dread settling at the bottom of your stomach, immediately assuming that she was with Sirius. Lily shrugged.

“She never made it back last night.” You swung your legs out of bed and began to get ready for the day, wiping off the old makeup and putting on fresh clothing. 

“She must be with Sirius then,” you said. You saw Lily frown.

“Do you remember anything that happened last night?” she asked. You tried to recall your memories to no avail. 

“The last thing I remember is dancing with you and that guy. Everything is all fuzzy after that,” you confessed, “Why?” 

“Well, that guy made a pass at you so you ran away. Sirius brought you back and put you to bed. I think Marlene was with Dorcas, not Sirius,” she revealed. You frowned, struggling to recall these events. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t remember a thing.

“Oh,” was your only response. 

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“Hello there ladies!” James called as you and Lily walked to the table for breakfast. Lily sat next to him and didn’t protest when he put an arm around her waist, and you plopped down and immediately rested your head on the table. 

“Rough night?” Remus asked with a chuckle.

“I am never drinking again,” you replied with a groan. 

“That’s what they all say,” James said, patting you on the back. You sat up, trying to find something to eat that wouldn’t make you throw up. You glance up to see Sirius avoiding your gaze. 

“Hey,” you whispered to him. He looked up at you briefly before turning back to his plate.

“Yeah?” he asked. 

“Do you know what happened when I left the party? I can barely remember a thing from last night,” you asked. Sirius’s shoulders appeared to slump slightly. 

“I went to go find you and then I carried you back to your room,” he said, still not looking at you fully. 

“Oh. So that’s all?” you asked. Sirius smirked.

“That and you threw up on me,” he revealed, making your jaw drop. 

“I did not!” you exclaimed, your hand covering to cover your mouth. Sirius grimaced slightly.

“Unfortunately for me, you did.” Your face burned with embarrassment and you wanted the floor of the Great Hall to swallow you whole. 

Marlene sauntered up to the table eventually, looking far too good for someone who had been out all night. 

“Hello everyone,” she said as she sat, her voice bright and chipper. You attempted to smooth your hair, self-conscious now that the gorgeous girl was sitting next to you. Sirius frowned at your action, now knowing the meaning behind it. 

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You were doing homework in the common room when James and his friends surrounded you on the couch. You looked up at them, noting their suspicious behavior and narrowing your eyes at them.

“What are you guys up to?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. James sat down next to you and threw an arm around your shoulder. 

“Well my dear cousin, we need your help with something,” he stated with a sly smile on his face. You crinkled your nose and removed his arm from you.

“Does this something happen to be a prank?” you asked frankly, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. James shrugged. 

“Possibly…” he said. 

“James, how many times must I tell you that I don’t want to be involved in your practical jokes,” you reminded him. James groaned. 

“Come one, (Y/n)! Where’s your sense of adventure?” he asked, exasperated. The memories of Sirius calling you boring bounced around in your mind. You stole a quick glance at him to see him watching you with an unreadable expression. 

“Fine,” you agreed, internally hoping that you wouldn’t come to regret your words. You looked back at Sirius to see him frowning.

You and the Marauders walked through the corridors as James explained the plan. Remus, James, and Peter were going to set up fuses in three classrooms that when lit, would cause paint bombs to explode in each room. You and Sirius were to be lookouts. James, Peter, and Remus disappeared into the classrooms while you and Sirius leaned against the wall. 

“I didn’t expect you to agree to this,” Sirius said, “I didn’t think you liked this kind of thing.” You shrugged and inspected your nails, picking at the skin around them.

“I’m trying to branch out. Trying not to be so boring,” you answered. Sirius furrowed his eyebrows. 

“You’re not boring,” he said in an oddly defensive manner. You widened your eyes. 

“You literally tell me I’m boring all the time,” you replied. Sirius leaned his head back against the wall.

“I’m just joking when I say that. You’re not boring, just responsible,” he said with a frown. You turned your head away and peered down the hallway.

“Can I ask you something?” Sirius asked, turning his body fully towards you.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied. 

“Lily told me that the guy at the party tried to kiss you and that’s why you ran away. How come you didn’t kiss him? You looked pretty into him when you two were dancing,” he asked, barely meeting your eyes. You flushed deeply. 

“I- uh,” you stuttered, “I’ve never kissed anyone before and I didn’t want to do it for the first time when I was drunk and with someone I don’t even know,” you revealed shyly. Sirius cocked his head. 

“What do you mean you’ve never kissed anyone?” he asked. 

“I mean that. No one has ever kissed me,” you repeated, shaking your head slightly. 

“What? How come?” Sirius asked. You shrugged.

“No one’s ever wanted to I guess. I haven’t had the opportunity. No one’s ever liked me like that.”

“That’s bullshit,” he exclaimed. 

“What?”

“Plenty of guys like you like that!”

“What?” you sputtered.

“Well that guy last night for one,” he explained. 

“Oh he doesn’t count!” you cried out, “He was drunk and it was a party!”

“Ok then, that Ravenclaw from transfiguration, Parker Johnson, Carter Mason had the biggest crush on you in fourth year,” he said, repeatedly listing names. You threw up your hands. 

“What! That’s so not true!” you said with a laugh. Sirius smiled widely at you. 

“Yes, it is! You have guys falling all over you and you don’t even notice.”

“I’m sorry but I don’t believe you. Why have none of them ever said anything? And I feel like I would have noticed if that many people liked me-” your rambling was cut off by Sirius’s lips pressing against yours. Your eyes were wide and when you don’t immediately reciprocate he moved back. 

“What was that for?” you whispered fervently. Sirius cleared his throat. 

“Practice,” he said, “for when one of those blokes has the courage to ask you out.” You gaped at him, unsure of how to react. 

“Thank you?” you said, not being able to come up with another response. 

“What are friends for?” he asked with a shrug, turning to face away from you. With that one word, Sirius Black effectively shattered your heart. Friends. Whatever shimmer of hope that the chaste kiss had given you faded into oblivion, only to be replaced by the empty feeling of sadness. 

The silence between you and Sirius is interrupted when James came barreling down the hall, Remus and Peter not far behind.

“We need to go now!” he shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

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“He kissed you?” Lily practically shouted from her bed. You nodded, putting your head in your hands. 

“Oh my Godric!” Marlene yelled from next to Lily.

“So are you two like a thing now?” Lily asked, a wide smile across her face. 

“No,” you said dejectedly, “He said it was just as friends.” Lily scoffed and shook her head. 

“Men are idiots,” she said, rolling over to lay on her back. Marlene nodded in agreement. 

“How was it?” Marlene asked, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“How was what?”

“This kiss, silly!” she exclaimed. You flushed a deep red.

“I’m not sure I have nothing to compare it to,” you said. Marlene promptly stood up and marched to your bed before planting one on you. 

“Marlene!” you sputtered, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. Lily squealed with laughter at your blushing face while Marlene grinned. 

“Come on, how does it compare,” she asked again, “And how was mine? I’ve always wanted to know.” You threw a pillow at her. 

“I am not answering that,” you grumbled, causing Lily and Marlene to dissolve into another fit of giggles. After a moment, when your sad expression doesn’t change, Marlene sat beside you and gave you a hug.

“I’m sorry he’s being such an arse,” she said softly, “I didn’t realize how much you liked him.” You sniffled. 

“Are you mad?” you asked quietly. Marlene frowned.

“Why would I be mad?” she asked. 

“You and Sirius kind of have something going on, don’t you?” you said, lifting your head to look at her. Marlene laughed. 

“I mean I guess, but there are no feelings involved,” she assured you, “It’s just a bit of fun. And I never would have started it if I knew that you liked him.” You hugged her tightly. 

“Thank you Marls,” you said softly, relishing in her warm and comforting touch. 

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A week later and you and Sirius hadn’t talked. It appeared that he was ignoring you. You didn’t enjoy the radio silence as it made you feel even more rejected. So when your trip to Hogsmeade came around, you were surprised to see Sirius standing with your friends. He gave you a tight-lipped smile when you joined the group but didn’t speak a word to you. While the ride to the small village was lively and full of chatter, all you could focus on was Sirius’s silence. 

The first stop was Honeydukes. You burrowed your way into the back of the store, searching for candies and trying to escape Sirius’s scorching gaze. You were examining a display of chocolates when you felt a presence appear beside you. You looked up to Sirius next to you. 

“Thought you might like this,” he mumbled, holding out a chocolate frog like an olive branch. You smiled slightly at the gesture. 

“No thank you,” you mumbled, feeling guilty. 

“Oh. Sorry then,” he said, beginning to scoot away.

“Wait!” you cried out too loudly, causing Sirius to stop in his tracks. “Thank you, it was a nice thought. I just don’t like chocolate frogs,” you said shyly. Sirius frowned. 

“But I thought that you loved chocolate. You’re always stealing from Remus’s stash,” he said. You blushed at the thought of him remembering such a small detail. 

“I like chocolate,” you explained, “Just not chocolate frogs.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Sirius said with a chuckle, leaning against a shelf. 

“I have a reason,” you exclaimed, “It’s just kind of stupid.”

“Let’s hear it then,” he said, crossing his arms with a smirk. 

“Don’t laugh,” you warned him, “I don’t like eating chocolate frogs because I feel like I’m killing them.” Sirius began to laugh. 

“You know they’re not actually alive right?” he said in between wheezes.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” you whined. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, still chuckling. 

“When they’re wiggling all around it just makes them seem too alive,” you said with a shudder. 

“You’re so weird,” he said. Despite the affection clearly evident in his eyes, you frowned at the comment. “Not in a bad way,” he corrected. He cocked his head. “In an adorable way.” You ducked your head and laughed.

“Oh hush,” you said, playfully slapping his shoulder. You go up to the front to pay for your sweets, Sirius right behind you. You look around the store only to discover that your friends are nowhere to be seen. 

“Where’d everybody go?” you asked Sirius. He frowned. 

“It appears that we have been ditched.”

You pushed open the door, heading out into the cold to find your friends. You shivered involuntarily at the chilly weather, a thin layer of snow gracing the ground. You had borrowed Marlene’s clothing for the trip to Hogsmeade, hoping to elicit some sort of reaction from Sirius. But now you slightly regretted that decision because her clothes were far thinner than yours and you were freezing. 

“Here,” Sirius said as he draped his coat over your shoulders. You smiled and looked away. 

“Thank you,” you said softly. 

“What are you wearing,” he asked, “You know you get cold.” You shrugged, tugging at the thin sweater. 

“It’s Marlene’s,” you explained. Sirius scrunched up his nose. 

“Why are you wearing her clothes? What’s wrong with your clothes?” he asked almost accusatory.

“Nothing is wrong with my clothes, I just wanted to try something new. I like how Marlene dresses,” you said. 

“Do you want to try something different or do you think you need to be like Marlene?” he asked bluntly, crossing his arms. You stopped in your tracks and spun around to face him. 

“Why are you acting like this?” you asked irritatedly. 

“Answer the question,” he said raising his eyebrows. You scoffed. 

“What are you even going on about?” you asked, avoiding his gaze. He had somehow pinpointed the exact reason that you were wearing Marlene’s clothing and you hated it. Sirius sighed and kicked some snow with his toe.

“At the party, when you were drunk, you said some things,” he revealed quietly. You felt your stomach drop. 

“What did I say?” you whispered. Sirius furrowed his eyebrows. 

“You said all these horrible things about yourself, saying that you wished you were like Marlene or Lily,” he answered. You sucked in a breath. 

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” you mumbled, embarrassment burning in your chest. Sirius took a step closer to you.

“Don’t be sorry. I just didn’t know you felt like that. I’m worried about you, that’s all,” he said. You sighed quietly.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” you said, hoping to end the discussion there. 

“Yes I do, (Y/n),” he said, “because I can see you trying to change all of these things about yourself and you shouldn’t be. You’re not boring and the way you always dress is perfect. You don’t need to change unless you want to for the right reasons. These are not the right reasons.” You sniffled, your eyes burning. 

“Sirius I’m fine, I swear,” you said under your breath. Sirius ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Yes, you are fine. Fine the way you are. So stop trying to change. You’re already perfect,” he said, practically pleading with you. You scoffed.

“You’re just saying this to make me feel better,” you replied. Sirius grabbed your hands. 

“I’m not, I promise. You are the most extraordinary and beautiful person I know. Don’t change for anybody but yourself,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning across your face.

“Sirius…” you breathed. 

“I wish I could get you to see yourself how I see you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. You search his face, his eyes filled with sincerity. After a short moment of contemplation, you stood on your tiptoes and ghosted a kiss against his lips. Sirius immediately reciprocated, placing a hand tenderly on your waist. The kiss was miles better than your last, his lips sweet and warm and your hands tangled in his hair. When he pulled away, a gentle smile adorning his features, he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“I like you, (Y/n),” he said, “The real you. The you who sits in the library on Saturdays and doesn’t know shit about quidditch and who is afraid of eating chocolate frogs. That’s the you that I want.” His eyes held just as much emotion as his words, making tears prick at the back of your eyes. 

“I can be that,” you whispered. He pressed a kiss to your hairline. 

“I hope someday you can love that version of you as much as I do.”

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Birthday Boy - Sidney Crosby

Word Count: 1,764

POV: Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language

Notes: Just a little something for our Birthday Boy!!!!

In your four years of being with Sidney, just shy of two of those being his wife, this day was always the hardest; his birthday. What did you buy the man that literally could have anything he wanted? It wasn’t like he needed a new watch, as he was pretty consistent in the one that he wore all the time. You’d got him new cuff links at Christmas as he’d lost one of his favorite ones during a road trip; only to have it turn up the day after New Year’s, though he still wore the new set you got him. This year you were pretty confident that you’d gotten him a unique and different gift though, getting him a signed copy of his favorite book. It’d been hard to track down but you were excited when it came in. Hiding it as you came up to Cole Harbour was another story.

He never looked in your suitcases, yet there he was the night before you left searching for one of his sweatshirts, he swore you had. Never mind the fact that you actually did have that article of clothing. Thankfully though, you’d intercepted him and pulled out the garment right before he found it. Now here you were at the summer house, surrounded by your family and friends to celebrate the man you loved turning another year older. Everyone was gathered on the deck, as you brought out the cake to sing ‘Happy Birthday.’ He pulled you down to his lap as everyone sang, and you pecked him on the cheek as it ended. “Make a wish, babe.”

“I have everything I ever needed right here.” A cute little blush stained your cheeks even after two years of marriage. He blew the candles out, then you took over the cutting and distribution with Taylor as Trina brought over his gifts. Sid always insisted he didn’t need anything and most of the gifts were just fun little things to make him smile like his mom always buying him his favorite socks, though she insisted that she was going to let you take that over some year. He always saved your gift for last, as you stood beside his chair watching him. “Hmm, too heavy to be more socks.” He said with a little laugh.

“You can guess all you want, but you’re never getting this one right,” you chirped him back and he just tore the wrapping paper off.

His face lit up instantaneously, as he looked at the limited-edition book. When he opened the jacket cover, his mouth fell open. “Baby, how did you…where did you? This is amazing.” He got out of his chair and quickly captured your lips in a searing kiss. “Thank you.” He finally breathed out, and his hand went over the cover with such reverence.

“You’re so welcome, now who needs something more to drink?” The party restarted and lasted longer than you expected. You and Sid, stood at the door waving Nate and his girlfriend goodbye when you finally got the chance to ask him about his gift. “So you really like the book then? I was so worried that you’d found when we were in Pittsburgh.”

“I was completely surprised, though I do kind of miss my other birthday gift.” Every year you always sweetened his gift with a sexy little number that was a private gift to him, but with the party this year, you hadn’t gotten the chance to yet to celebrate like you both wanted.

“Oh, well why don’t you lock up the house and I’ll meet you in the bedroom for that part of your gift.” His tongue snuck out to lick his lips, the action sending a thrill down to your core. You kissed him, quickly before heading upstairs, grabbing the sexy lingerie you’d picked out especially for this day. It was a two-piece black lace little number, unique in design. The sleeves were long, which were unusual for lingerie, but it tied right at your breasts and you liked the idea that he could literally unwrap you as a part of his gift. The thong matched the lace of the bra top and tied on the sides as well. It took no time to put the number on and by the time Sid came in the bedroom, you were already laid out on the bed waiting for him. “Happy Birthday, my love.”

A low whistle escaped his lips as he drank in the sight of you sprawled out for him. “Happy Birthday to me.” He was on the bed over top of you before you could blink. “I like this. You’re like my own lil present, eh?”

A soft giggle left your lips. “That’s exactly why I bought this one.”

“Perfect choice,” and then his lips were on yours, his tongue swirling with yours, as his lower body pressed into you. You moaned as you felt his hard cock rub against you, and you couldn’t help but think that this was definitely a gift that you both could enjoy. Gathering his shirt in your hands you lifted it off his body and over his head, before letting it fall off the bed.

You pushed at his chest, and he pulled back. “Lie back,” you told him and he rolled onto his side of the mattress, while you crawled over the top of him, kissing first his lips then moving down his chest. When you got to his waistband, you gripped it with your teeth and heard him suck in a breath. Your hands made quick work of ridding him of his shorts and boxer briefs, and you kissed and licked him all the way up his calves and thighs. His hands threaded threw your hair as you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. It twitched under your touch and you looked up at your husband from under hooded lashes, to see the grin on his face before taking the head between your lips. You swirled your tongue around the head, then slowly took his length into your mouth.

“Fuck baby,” he hissed out. Your hand curled around what part you couldn’t take in and worked both your mouth and hand up and down his shaft. “Your mouth feels so good,” he praised and you worked a little faster before popping it out of your mouth and working your way down to his balls. Gently, you squeezed them before sucking on them. “Jesus,” he whispered harshly into the empty room. His hands feathered through your locks, urging you back on his shaft. This time you swallowed him right away, pressing your tongue along the underside, while you hummed back in your throat. “Damnit, babe.” The next thing you knew he was pulling you off of him and you were on your back, Sid looming over you. “You’re gonna make me explode if you kept that up and I haven’t even unwrapped my gift yet.”

“Oh well by all means,” you offered as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“God I love you.” He breathed out, then kissed you hard on the mouth. He trailed kisses down your collarbone, working his way to the bow that was nestled between your breasts. He grabbed one tie between his teeth and pulled. Luckily, you had it tied that one pull, and your breasts would be on display for him. “So beautiful.” He pushed one sleeve off, then the other, before taking your breast in his mouth; swirling his tongue around your nipple. You arched into his mouth, and his strong arms came down to hold your hips still. “Easy babe, this is my present and I want to take my time opening it.” He moved to the other breast giving it the same attention. You couldn’t help the moan that left your lips and you squirmed underneath him, wanting more.

Sensing your need, his fingers stole down to rub clit which was still covered with lace. His fingers danced along your cloth-covered folds and you could feel yourself growing damper in anticipation of what was to come. Finally, he untied the sides of your panties, and he grabbed the front pulling them off you. “Mmm, I love how wet you get.” Two of his finger, curled inside you, stroking in and out of you pussy.

“Please Sid…I need you.” You whined.

“I need you too (Y/N).” He pulled out his fingers and you whimpered at the loss. It wasn’t long before he lined himself up and pushed into your entrance easily, both of you moaning at the feeling. He was buried deep inside you before he captured your lips and started to move. After four years together, it still amazed you how badly you wanted each other. One leg wrapped around his waist as your hips rose up to meet each thrust. Sweat dripped off both of you as you moved at a feverish pace. Soon a familiar tingle started to make its way from somewhere deep within your body. “That’s it babe, cum for me.” Your legs trembled as your climax tore through your body and you moan out Sid’s name. He thrusts a few times then followed you, spilling inside you, before collapsing on top of you. You held him tightly to you, loving the feel of his body on top of yours.

He only ever stayed a few moments like that, but you treasured them when he did, running your hands up and down his spine. Eventually, he rolled to his side, cock still buried inside you. “Did you have a good birthday my love?”

“The best.” He breathed out, dropping a kiss to your nose and lips.

“So what did my birthday boy wish for?”

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.”

“Really Sid, we’re going to carry the superstitions to birthdays now?” You teased, feeling his cock soften inside you. You started to pull away, but he held you tight to him.

“Well, I suppose I should let you in on.” You gave him a questioning look. “I wished for a baby.” You blinked rapidly at his words. The two of you had talked about it the last month or so, and decided to try but with no luck.

“Well, today’s always been your lucky number.” You realized then why he kept his cock buried in you.

“Let’s hope so.” As luck would have it, Sid’s wish came true as you found out five weeks later you were pregnant, the doctor basically saying that his birthday was the day you conceived.

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Deep End || Roger Taylor x fem!Reader

summary || a week ago, roger asked you to be his friends-with-benefits. you invite him over to tell him your decision. things escalate, of course. modern day au. college au.

rating || explicit (18+). do not read if you are under eighteen. sub!roger, soft dom!reader, orgasm denial.

word count || 6.8k.

author’s notes || and here’s the next instalment in the try series! this one is set after ‘ask nicely’. i know, a lot of roger, but there’s more brian on its way too. if you haven’t read any other parts, it’s fine, this can be read on its own, if you don’t mind being a lil confused about certain details and conversations. there is mentioning of brian x reader. and i finally remembered to add on my tag list!

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     It had been one week since Roger’s drunken confession that he wanted a friends-with-benefits arrangement with you. It had been five days since he’d pulled you aside one day at uni and apologised for how he’d gone about it, then asked you again if you’d be interested, far more sheepishly than the first time.

    You’d told him you had to think about it some more, and he’d accepted it.

    And you’d been thinking about it a lot. More than you should have been, considering how uni was kicking your butt well and truly recently.

    You wanted to talk about it with Veronica, but then it’d become a whole thing, and you didn’t really want her to know. Same with Freddie and John.

    But maybe there was one person you could talk about it with.

    “Can I talk to you about something?” you asked Brian as the two of you walked to your lecture. You didn’t look at him, just kept staring straight ahead.

    “Always,” Brian said.

    “It’s about Roger.”

    “What about him?”

    You took a breath. “Um.” You hesitated, and then guided Brian out of the main traffic, off to the side. “Do you remember, last week, that party we went to?” you asked him a low voice.

    Brian nodded, leaning in closer to hear you better. “Mm.”

    “And Roger was drunk off his face?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Well, he told he that he… he wanted to do a friends-with-benefits thing with me. Same as I have with you.”

    Brian snorted. “Course he did.”

    You frowned. “What’s that meant to mean?”

    “I just mean, of course he’d want the chance to sleep with you all the time. Can’t exactly blame him. You had me hook, line, and sinker after just making out with me one time.”

    “Oh.” You tried to hide your smile, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Well, um, he brought it up with me again a couple days ago. I just don’t know what to do.”

    “What?” Brian said, screwing up his nose. “Say no. Roger can sleep with whoever he wants.”

    “But maybe I want it, too.”

    “Well, do you?”

    You sighed. “I don’t know.”

    Brian cocked his head to the side. “That doesn’t sound all too enthusiastic.”

    “Like, I’d want to sleep with him again,” you said. “And again again. And again again again. And–”

    “Fuck, all right,” Brian cut in. “I get it, you enjoyed yourself.”

    “I did,” you said. “But I just don’t know if – y’know, he could handle it without getting… emotionally involved.”

    “I don’t think that’d be an issue for him,” Brian said wryly. “He seems fine with sleeping around.”

    “But sleeping with one person multiple times?”

    Brian hesitated. “Look, if I can do it, of all people, he can surely do it. And if you make the rules nice and clear, I’m sure it’ll be fine. If you really want to go for it, then go for it. Just as long as I still get you, too.”

    You rolled your eyes at him. “Yes, you’ll still get me. Dick.”

    Brian laughed. The two of you resumed walking to class.

    “Why don’t you go fuck someone else for a change, huh?” you said, nudging him with your elbow. “Maybe take a nice girl out to the movies? Finger her in the back row of the cinema?”

    “Eugh,” Brian said. “No. I don’t know why on Earth anyone would have sex at the cinema. It’s way too weird for me.”

    You sniggered. “Of all the things that are too weird for you, Brian.”

    “I don’t care. I’m not fingering anyone at the cinema,” he said pointedly.

    “I wasn’t saying I wanted you to finger me at the cinema.”

    “I know.” Brian gave you an elfish grin. “The back row of the lecture hall, though…”

    You scoffed. “In your dreams.”

    “I have dreamt about it, yes.”

    “No fucking at uni, remember? A solid ‘Nickleback’ on fingering in class, thanks.”

    Brian made a disappointed face.

    You clicked your tongue at him, rolling your eyes, and he laughed.

    can we talk? come to mine this afternoon.

    It took almost an hour for Roger to reply.

    I finish at 3, see u then.

    “Roger’s coming over just after three,” you said to your roommate Lucy as she picked at her leftover curry.

    “That’s fine,” she said, moving the chicken around with her fork. “I’ll be heading out around four, maybe a little earlier. I’m meeting the girls for a catch-up.”

    “Sounds fun,” you said with a smile. The kettle finished boiling, and you poured your tea. “Will you be out late?”

    Lucy shook her head. “We’re just doing afternoon tea. Be home before dinner.”

    “Great,” you said.

    Lucy shot you a smile, shoved a mouthful of curry into her mouth, and disappeared out of the kitchen.

     “I brought snacks,” Roger said, holding out a packet of corn chips and salsa when you opened the door at twenty past three.

    “Hello,” you said, and took the snacks. “Thanks, you didn’t have to.”

    “It was on the way.”

     You stepped aside, and Roger entered. He stood in the living room as if he’d never been there before, gripping the shoulder strap of his messenger bag with both hands, watching you with wide eyes.

    “You look like you’re about to head off to your first day of school,” you said with a chuckle. “Go sit down, you’re making me nervous.”

    Roger did as he was told, taking off his bag and setting it down at his feet, sitting down on the couch. You sat down beside him, opening up the chips and dip and taking a bite.

    Roger did not take a bite. “What did you want to talk about?”

    “The–” You made sure to finish your mouthful. “The thing. That we talked about a few days ago.”

    Roger nodded. He’d known, clearly. “Is, er, Lucy still here?”

    “Mm, she’s in her room,” you said.

    Roger seemed to deflate. “Oh. Yeah, cool.”

    You didn’t miss it. “What?”

    He looked at you in confusion. “What?”

    “What’s wrong?”

    “Nothing,” Roger said. “I completely understand. It’s totally fine, I won’t bring it up again. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

    “Huh?”

    “The…” Roger dropped his voice to a whisper. “The friends-with-benefits thing. It’s all right.”

    You shook your head. “No, Rog, I’m here to tell you that I want to try it.”

    Roger stopped. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Uh, what?”

    “I wanna have sex with you,” you said. “On a semi-regular basis.”

    Roger’s eyes lit up. “You do?”

    “Yeah, dude.”

    “I just thought – with Lucy here…”

    “I don’t wanna have sex now,” you said with a snort. “It doesn’t have to, y’know, kick off with a bang or anything. There’s a bit to talk about first.”

    “Like what?”

    So you laid out the rules. The check-ins were the main thing. Honesty and complete emotional transparency was of utmost importance, no matter how awkward and horribly vulnerable it was. You couldn’t back out of a check-in – either person could ask for one at any time, and a response was required from both people. No fucking at uni, no getting romantic, no dates. The whole thing could be called off whenever by either party, no questions asked. Sleeping with other people was on the cards. If someone started getting romantically involved with a person outside of the arrangement, then the arrangement was off.

    Roger listened intently, nodding. You could see it dawning on him how serious you were about all the rules you were listing, but if it scared him off, you didn’t care.

    When you eventually finished, you said to him, “That’s about it. Is there anything you wanted to ask me?”

    Roger blinked. “Uh. No, I don’t think so. Apart from, uh, how often do you wanna… meet up?”

    You shrugged. “We can feel it out. When are you free?”

    “Whenever,” Roger said, and the word fell out of his mouth like it had tripped and stumbled.

    You grinned. “Bit eager.”

    Roger’s cheeks went pink. “I meant, like, y’know.” He shrugged. “Whenever. I’m chill.”

    “No, it’s sweet,” you said reassuringly. “What about on Friday night? Although you probably have plans, knowing you.”

    “Not really,” Roger said. “I usually just go out with the boys, but it’s not important. I’d much prefer…” He ducked his gaze, and laughed at himself. He ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t believe–” He shook his head, and sighed, lifted his head, and stared you right in the eye. “I don’t know how you turn me into a mess like this. Fuck you.”

    You laughed. “I’m not trying to, I promise.”

    “I know. That makes it even worse.” He scoffed. “‘Sweet’. I’m not sweet. I’m hot as fuck. I’m – I’m fuckin’…” He floundered. “I’m hot shit. I’m a bad – bitch.”

    You burst out laughing. “You’re a bad bitch?”

    “Yeah!” Roger exclaimed, doubling down. “All the women fuckin’ fall at my feet. I’m so good at chatting people up. Two minutes – bam! That’s all it takes.”

    “God, Rog, stop,” you said, trying to catch your breath. “Ah, my stomach hurts.”

    “Tell me I’m wrong, though.”

    “You’re wrong.”

    Roger gaped. “You – I’m not!”

    You gave him a bewildered look. “I can’t even tell if you’re joking or not.”

    “First time I got a girl to call me Daddy and I nailed it,” Roger boasted. “You were begging for me.”

    You shushed him, slapping him on the arm.

    “Ow,” he said in a small voice.

    “Lucy’s in her room,” you reminded him in a hiss.

    “Sorry,” Roger said, rubbing his arm to soothe it.

    “Sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you, I wasn’t thinking,” you said, and kissed your fingers, then lightly pressed your fingers to where you’d hit him.

    He pouted. “Thank you.”

    “Do you want to go to my room?” you suggested. “I think Lucy’s leaving soon, she’s heading out.”

    Roger checked his phone. “Yeah, all right,” he said, “I can stay for a bit.”

    You should’ve known. You didn’t know how it hadn’t occurred to you what would end up happening, but it hadn’t.

    You and Roger lasted about ten whole minutes alone in your room before you were making out on your bed.

    His kisses were just as gentle as the first time, but you allowed yourself to enjoy it, not eager to rush into anything else, happy to just stay mildly turned on. You noticed his fingers would occasionally drum out a rhythm on your hip or your thigh as you kissed, his mind disappearing somewhere else before he brought it back. You liked it, liked being able to know what he was thinking, where his mind was.

    Your top ended up on the floor before too long, beside Roger’s, and you straddled Roger’s waist. His hands felt heavenly smoothing up your back, and you shivered. He kissed your throat and your collarbones, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of it, combing your hand through his hair absentmindedly.

    “I can’t believe you said yes,” Roger murmured against your skin. After almost twenty minutes of silence between you two, his voice almost made you jump.

    You smiled. “Can’t believe it? Why not?”

    Roger pressed another kiss to the hollow of your throat, and then leant back, tilting his head up to look at you, and you met his eyes. “I mean, it was a big ask,” he said. “You didn’t have to say yes. I imagine the whole thing with Brian keeps you busy enough.”

    “I said yes because I wanted to,” you said. “Because you made me feel really good, and I want to explore more with you. And I trust you.”

    “And I’m a bad bitch you couldn’t resist?”

    You giggled. “No. You are hot as fuck, I’ll give you that, but you are not a bad bitch by any stretch of the imagination.”

    “You’re so cruel.”

    You laughed again.

    Lucy’s bedroom door opened, and your head snapped towards the noise.

    “What?” Roger whispered.

    “I think Lucy’s leaving,” you murmured. You heard keys jangling, then the front door opening, and closing again.

    You waited a few seconds longer to see if she came back in again, if she’d forgotten something, but it seemed like you were in the clear.

    “Thank Christ,” you sighed, and took Roger’s face in your hands, kissing him fiercely.

    Roger’s fingers tightened on your waist, and he kissed you back, but when you pulled away for a moment he said, “What?”

    “Lucy’s gone,” you said. “I know I said we weren’t going to fuck today, but you’re really good at making out.”

    “I – I need to check the time,” Roger said regretfully, and disappointment sank in your stomach.

    “Oh, right, yeah, sorry,” you said, and climbed off him.

    You sat on your bed, chewing your lip, as Roger bobbed down to fish his phone out of his backpack. You let your eyes trail over his body, over his bare torso and jean-clad legs. He had a nice bum, small and perky, which suited his personality, really. You wanted to lean over and give it a smack, just to see how he’d react. Maybe not just yet.

    He had a really nice back, you thought. He was a drummer, and you could tell in the way the muscles moved under the skin of his back, the roundness of his shoulders, the strength in his arms. His stomach was soft – he was fit enough, but he clearly wasn’t interested in putting in the time to get abs.

    You didn’t care. You liked it.

    He raked his hair away from his face as he typed a response to a message. It was getting shaggy, falling in his face half the time. You liked that, too.

    He dropped his phone and stood up, turning towards you. “I think I can stay for a bit longer.”

    “Lucky me,” you said, reaching for him. He crawled over to you, and kissed you.

    You shoved a hand through his hair, roughly, feeling how long it was getting, and gave it a sharp tug. Roger made a soft sound, and you felt him melt against you.

    You pushed him onto his back and held yourself above him. “You like getting your hair pulled?” you asked with a grin. You reached underneath his head and tugged it again.

    Roger gasped. “Mm, yeah, might do a bit,” he said breathlessly.

    You chuckled, and kissed him again. You pulled his hair, harder than before, and he twitched.

    You broke apart. “Sorry, too hard?”

    Roger whimpered slightly, and shook his head.

    Your eyebrows shot up. “No? I pulled pretty hard.”

    “You can pull harder.”

    So you did. You pulled, snapping his head back, and you held him there, watching his eyes go wide, and he whined. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

    You finally let him go, and he was gasping for breath. “You can keep going,” he said. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

    You shook your head disbelievingly. “Greedy.” You kissed him deeply, making a tight fist in his hair, just hard enough to tease him, and you could tell how needy he was starting to get by the way he gripped your hips.

    You kissed along his jaw.

    “More,” he said. “You can give me more.”

    “I’ll give you more when I feel like it,” you said casually.

    He made a sound in protest, and it was then it clicked that the previous roles you’d adopted last time you’d slept together were quickly reversing.

    You let his hair go, and he whined. Your stomach clenched. Fuck, that was a good sound. You wanted to hear more of it.

    You sat up, on his waist. “Rog?”

    He looked up at you. “Mm?”

    “I think today’s gonna be different from last time.”

    He nodded. “I think so too.”

    “What do you wanna do? Where do you see it going?”

    He looked away, flustered. “We don’t have to… talk about it.”

    “I just want to make sure.” You paused. “I think… I’m gonna be in charge today. How’s that sound?”

    Roger looked back to you, and you could see the hunger in his eyes. He nodded. “Yeah, I – I like that. I’d like that.”

    “And,” you continued, shimmying down Roger’s legs to go for his belt, “you’re going to do as you’re told. Understood?”

    “Yes ma’am,” he said, and then he flushed scarlet. “Sorry. I mean, um, yes.”

    “No, it’s okay, you can call me that, if you’d like to,” you said. You finished unbuckling his belt, and undid his jeans, unzipping the fly. “I’m all right with that. Do you wanna call me that?”

    “Yes ma’am.”

    “Sounds like you’re gonna be a real good boy for me, huh?”

    “Maybe.”

    You paused, blinking at him. “Oh? Maybe?”

    Roger grinned cheekily. “Maybe.”

    “Maybe who?”

    “Maybe, ma’am.”

    “Hm,” you said in thought. You climbed off him. “Jeans off.”

    He took them off.

    “Lie down.”

    He did.

    You stood up, and took your jeans off, slowly, unhurried. If you made a bit of a show of it, arching your back a little and sliding the jeans down your thighs, that was your business.

    When you looked back to Roger, he was practically drooling where he lay, his eyes fixated on you with laser focus.

    “You good?” you joked, tossing your jeans aside.

    “Oh yeah,” Roger said emphatically, nodding, making you laugh. He bit his bottom lip, his eyes sweeping up and down your body. “God, you’re fucking hot.”

    You glanced down at yourself instinctively. You were just wearing your everyday bra, a comfy pair of underwear. Nothing as racy as what you’d worn the first time you and Roger had slept together.

    Roger clearly didn’t care.

    You tried not to preen from the compliment. Yeah, you knew you were hot. But a reminder was always nice.

    You climbed back on the bed, settling on your knees on top of Roger’s hips, grinding yourself a little against him, making his eyelashes flutter, his hands gripping your thighs.

    You smiled, cocking your head to one side, thinking. “Hm,” you said. “What to do with you?”

    Roger just waited patiently, his face open, his breath coming in short bursts.

    You leant down and brushed your lips against his, just barely, and he chased the kiss, whining softly. You smiled, and instead started kissing his neck. His hands stroked up and down your back, lightly, and you began grinding against him a little more. The friction felt so good, the drag of your underwear on your clit, that you sat up again to find a better angle, grinding harder. Roger gasped, and you could feel him rapidly hardening underneath you, but you ignored it, ignored him, focused only on finding a rhythm that made you feel warm, made your blood feel electric.

    You were breathing heavily, your head bowed, bracing yourself on Roger’s chest, and Roger was squirming.

    “Ma’am,” he pleaded, his hands coming to your waist to try to still you. “Please, I can’t–”

    You grabbed his wrists and pinned them beside his head, and rolled your hips, hard and slow, making him whine.

    “What’s the matter, Rog?” you asked, a touch breathlessly. “You don’t like that I’m not giving you attention?”

    Roger struggled against your hold on him. “I–”

    “I was enjoying myself, Roger. I don’t like that you interrupted me.”

    Roger stopped struggling.

    You kissed him, hard, and then broke away to whisper in his ear, “You’re going to watch me for a bit, okay? Just watching.” Just for a bit. Some light teasing, then you’d let him touch you.

    You pushed yourself away from him, climbing off him, leaving him cold. He looked at you like you’d just kicked his pet dog. “No!”

    “Sit up,” you said. “Move back.”

    “Let me eat you out,” Roger pleaded, but doing as he was told, getting up and shifting back, sitting back on his heels. “I want to, please? Let me taste you. I’ll make you come at least twice, I won’t stop until I do. As many times as you want. Please.”

    You took off your underwear and bra, settling comfortably, leaning back on one hand, your legs sprawled out in front of you, and Roger made a helpless, desperate sound.

    You ran your fingertips over your skin, over the swell of your breasts, over your inner thighs, just teasing yourself, and Roger sobbed, his fists twisting in the sheets.

    “Ma’am, please, please, let me touch you, I need to, please.”

    “You’re so needy,” you said with a grin.

    Roger nodded, all dignity out the window.

    You started touching yourself, humming in pleasure at the familiar feeling of your own fingers. “Look at you,” you said, drinking in the sight of Roger, gazing at you hopelessly, pleadingly, his body flushed, his underwear tented, a dark spot staining the material. “So hard for me already.”

    Roger palmed at himself, and you said, “Nuh-uh. No touching.”

    “You didn’t say I couldn’t touch myself,” he protested, stilling his hand on his cock.

    “I know,” you said, and your breath caught, your back arching, as you slipped a finger into yourself. “But – but I’m telling you now.”

    Roger groaned, but forced his hand back onto the bed. His eyes zeroed in on your hand, and your finger, where it was disappearing inside you.

    You sighed, letting your head fall back and your eyes close. “Feels so good, Rog.”

    You pushed in a second finger beside the first, pumping them leisurely, every so often taking a break to play with your clit. Roger kept making small noises of desperation, whines and sobs, his breath trembling.

    “Maybe I’ll just make myself come like this,” you mused. You lifted your head again to look at Roger. He looked like was about to explode. Or die from the stress of it all. His knuckles were white, his arms and shoulders tensed, his mouth hanging open.

    Your hips bucked slightly against your hand. It was a good look on him. Really good.

    “What do you think, Rog?” you panted. You could feel yourself getting closer. “What if I just made myself come while you watched, and then sent you home?”

    Roger’s eyes snapped to yours. “No, no, no, please, no,” he ground out. “Please, I’ll be so good for you, you can do whatever you want to me, I want you so bad. You look so good, you’re–” He swallowed. “You’re so wet. I – I can hear how wet you are.”

    Your breath hitched, your hips jerking again. “You want to feel it for yourself, do you?”

    “Yes,” Roger whined. “Please, I – I wanna… I…”

    At this point, you had a feeling you were actually going to come on your own fingers. Roger’s voice, his face, his whole body and the way it was coiled like the tightest spring, it was all turning you on so much. So much for ‘light teasing’.

    You moaned. “Shit.”

    “You can do whatever you want to me,” Roger said again. “You can hit me, you can slap me, bite me, I don’t care, make me bleed, I’ll take it, I’ll take it so well, I’ll be so thankful, I’ll be good for you, just use me, anything, I– fuck, you look so good, please, ma’am, please.”

    “Fuck, Rog,” you said, unable to believe the filthy things pouring from his mouth.

    You were so close, way closer than you thought you would be, and Roger looked almost on the verge of tears.

    “Please,” he whined. “Please, I can’t, I need you, I need you.”

    That was the final tipping point. You came, gasping, your hips bucking against your hand.

    Your fingers circled your clit slowly as you came down from your orgasm. You looked to Roger. He looked broken, staring at your fingers, and you felt your core pulsing with the last few aftershocks.

    Roger moaned at the sight.

    You jumped when your fingers brushed over your clit, sensitive, and you removed your hand with a sigh.

    Roger’s eyes flicked to your hand, your fingers glistening with your juice.

    You decided to take pity on him. “Clean me up?” you said, holding out your hand.

    He looked to your face, checking to see if you were joking, just being cruel.

    “Taste me, Rog,” you said.

    Roger couldn’t get over to your fast enough, licking your fingers into his mouth, his hands curling around your wrist. He took your fingers in all the way to the knuckle, groaning at the taste, his tongue dragging over the pads of your fingers.

    “Good boy,” you said. He was still shaking, and the dark spot on his underwear had grown considerably since you’d last checked.

    You slowly pulled your fingers from his mouth, and he whined, but you only went so far, and then you pushed them in again, and he accepted them gladly. His lips looked wet and pink and gorgeous around your fingers, his whole body warm.

    You adjusted, sitting up, your other hand smoothing over his thigh, making him moan, as you continued to lazily fuck his mouth with your fingers. His long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, his tongue earnestly swirling around your fingers every time you pushed them back into his mouth. He sighed, whimpering, and you licked your lips.

    “So well-behaved,” you murmured. “You look so pretty like this, Rog.”

    Roger tensed, his fingers tightening around your wrist, and he shifted, urging you to fuck his mouth deeper.

    “Oh, poor baby,” you cooed, smiling in amusement. “You’re so desperate you’ll take anything, huh? Doesn’t even matter if I’m not touching your cock.”

    Roger shivered, his hips twitching against thin air.

    You pulled your hand back, much to his despair, and you wiped your fingers on the sheets. “Normally I’d get you to use your mouth, to stretch me out for you,” you said, “but I think I’ve covered that just fine myself.”

    Roger watched you carefully, his blue eyes so full of hope yet so worried at the same time. “What… What does that mean, ma’am?”

    You cupped his cheek, and he leant into it, making a soft sound. “It means I want you to fuck me.”

    Roger’s eyes lit up. “What? Really? I can?”

    “If you ask nicely.”

    “Please can I fuck you, ma’am? Please?”

    You smiled. “Sounds good to me.”

    Roger’s beaming smile was blinding, and you couldn’t help but draw him in for a kiss. He made a happy sound against your lips, and you pulled away briefly to reposition yourself, your head on your pillows.

    Roger pounced on you, kissing you deeply, hungrily, harder than he’d ever kissed you before. You gave his hair a tug, and his hips jerked against yours, the first solid stimulation he’d received in almost the entire time. You gasped at the friction, and he immediately broke away to press his forehead against your shoulder, letting out the most guttural, broken moan, overwhelmed by how good it felt and desperately trying to stop himself from doing it again, to not come early. You could see the muscles in his back and shoulders tense like before, and they looked absolutely gorgeous.

    Roger panted against your skin. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Didn’t mean to.”

    “That’s okay, honey, you did such a good job stopping yourself,” you assured him, stroking your fingers through his hair. “You’re doing so well. I’m so proud. But it’s okay, I want you to fuck me. Take off your underwear for me?”

    Roger did so. He was so hard that it looked like it hurt. He must have wanted to scream.

    “Lube and condoms are in that drawer there,” you said, pointing to your bedside table.

    Roger’s hands were trembling as he fetched them, and he hissed as he rolled the condom on himself and drizzled lube onto his hand, dragging it up and down his cock as lightly as he could, pressing his lips together to muffle his whimpers.

    You reached for him, and he moved over to you without question, kissing you. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered against your lips. “I’m so lucky, ma’am, thank you.” He kissed you again.

    You were so surprised by what he’d said that you had no idea how to respond. You hoped he couldn’t tell how flustered you were.

    He kissed your neck. “Now?” he said in between kisses. “Now, ma’am, can I now?”

    “Yes, Rog,” you said, and he reached down to line himself up with your entrance. He started sliding into you, and you could see the way his breath stuttered. His head rested in the crook of your neck, and you hooked your legs over his hips. The slight ache felt good, familiar, and you stroked his back soothingly.

    He sobbed against you. “I…”

    “It’s all right, honey, you’re doing so well.”

    “You feel so good.”

    “You okay?”

    Roger took a shuddering breath, and then lifted himself up on all fours above you, his eyes slightly damp. “Y-yeah,” he said shakily with a small laugh. “Just… you do feel really good.”

    “Oh, hon,” you said with a small laugh in return, caressing his cheek.

    Roger’s brow creased, and then he thrust into you the rest of the way. Your breath caught, and he moaned. “Fucking hell.”

    You nudged him with your heels. “I’m good, I’m good.”

    “I’m not,” Roger said, then added a quick, ma’am, just to be safe. “Just… give me a moment.”

    “I don’t mind if you don’t last long,” you said. “I’ve already come.”

    “You made yourself come,” Roger said. “I want to do it. Please.”

    “Well, what am I gonna do,” you chuckled, “say no to that?”

    Roger smiled weakly, and kissed you once, then readjusted his position slightly, and pulled out a touch, then thrust back into you.

    “Oh, yes, Roger,” you sighed.

    Roger kept it slow at first, his arms still shaking as he drove into you again and again, and it was incredible, the way you could feel the drag of his cock in and out of you. You made sure to keep up the praise every now and again, just reminding Roger that he was doing such a good job and that he was such a good boy, especially when he started fucking you faster, and every time you did, he whimpered, and the sound went straight to your core. You could tell how intently he was focusing on not coming before you did, and it honestly blew your mind how he was able to do it. He had to pause a couple times to catch himself, and he mumbled apologies and kissed your throat and your lips so sweetly each time before he had calmed himself enough to begin fucking you again.

    You would’ve let him fuck you all day like this. He was being so good, so thoughtful and gentle and focused. You’d never seen Roger like this before, but you loved it. He was your good boy, your good boy who made such pretty noises and fucked you so well, who was so receptive to praise, who looked like he’d been blessed by God himself when you so much as touched his hair.

    “Fuck,” you hissed when Roger hit the right spot again, “just like that, yes.”

    Roger whined, hips snapping against you, hitting the spot again. “Shit, you feel so good,” he moaned. His rhythm stuttered, and he had to stop again, whining, pressing his forehead against your collarbones. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I’m sorry,” he panted, dropping a kiss to your skin. “You just feel so good, I can’t…”

    “You’re doing such a wonderful job,” you said, combing your hands through his sweaty, tangled hair. “You’re so close to coming, huh?”

    Roger nodded. “I – I was close when I first went inside you,” he confessed. “This is… I’m…”

    “I’m not stopping you from coming, honey,” you said. “I don’t mind.”

    Roger lifted his head, kissing your lips briefly, and shook his head. “Don’t wanna,” he said. “Not till you do.” He took a breath. “Are you–?”

    You bit your lip, not wanting to disappoint him, but: “Not really, honey. You’re doing so well, it feels so good, but I just need more to actually get there.”

    Roger nodded, his eyes growing determined.

    “Rog, you don’t–”

    “No, I can do it.” He kissed you again, then shifted, taking your ankle and resting it on his shoulder. Your leg was bent at the knee, and there was no way in hell you were going to be able to straighten it. You hoped he wasn’t planning on leaning too far forward, unless he wanted to tear your hamstring.

    “I don’t know if I’m that flexible, Roger,” you said with a laugh.

    “Please, ma’am,” Roger pleaded, and, well, you had to at least give it a try.

    You nodded. “Okay, sweetheart, we’ll give it a go.”

    Roger made sure your ankle was firmly in place, and then balanced himself on one hand, his other hand reaching between you, circling your clit. You sucked in a breath, your back arching.

    Roger started fucking you again, slowly once more, while playing with your clit, and the combination of his fingers, with you feeling every ridge and vein on his cock, with your leg at a new angle, sent your mind into a frenzy.

    “Oh,” you blurted, your eyes going wide, your fingers gripping the sheets beside you. “Oh, Jesus.”

    Every time you clenched around Roger, he made a muffled whimpering sound, but he kept going, his jaw clenched.

    You used your hand to keep your leg in place, because this felt good, and you did not want your leg to fall from Roger’s shoulder. You moaned helplessly. “Roger, God, fuck.”

    Roger said nothing, concentrating too hard on his task. The familiar coil began tightening in your belly.

    “Keep going, keep going,” you urged him breathlessly. “Ah, fuck, fuck.”

    Roger started driving into your harder, and your leg slipped from his shoulder onto the bed, but it didn’t matter, because Roger’s fingers were making fucking magic.

     The only obvious tell-tale that he was doing everything he could to stave off his own orgasm was the way he whined, “Please, please,” almost in a chant. His hips jerked off rhythm again, and he groaned deeply, but kept fucking you.

    “I’m so close,” you told him. “So close, Rog, come on.”

    He sobbed, his fingers working even harder. “Please.”

    The coil was tightening more and more, and you cried out. “That’s it, come on, fuck, so – ah – so close.”

    Roger was shaking with the effort, and you genuinely believed for a moment that he was about to come before you, but then he fucked into you just right, hitting that spot, and you completely came undone, crying out, your whole body shaking with the force of it. Feeling you coming around him, Roger followed immediately, hips ramming into yours, face buried in your neck, a loud, desperate sob punching from him, and he must have come hard, because he kept gasping out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” his body convulsing as he curled around you.

    Then it was quiet, apart from the sound of heavy breathing. Your aftershocks rippled through you still, slowly fading, and Roger twitched slightly every time they did.

    “Oh my God,” you said to the ceiling.

    Roger finally slumped against you, unable to hold himself up any longer, and, although it winded you and you were both far too sweaty, you didn’t mind.

    “Jesus Christ, Roger,” you said, combing through his hair again.

    He moaned pathetically.

    “You all right?”

    He let out a small whimper, but nodded. “Just gimme a sec.”

    You laughed, and patted his back. “All right.”

    He took another moment, and then struggled onto all fours, pulling out of you, and collapsed onto the bed beside you.

    You grinned at the look on his face as he stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed.

    “I,” he said. “Came. So. Hard.”

    You burst into laughter, and he looked to you, laughing himself, but still bewildered. “I did!” he insisted. “It was like I came five times in a row or something. I don’t think I can walk after that.”

    “I believe you,” you giggled.

    Roger shook his head, looking back to the ceiling. “Shit.”

    “How are you feeling?” you said. “We… got pretty deep into it.”

    Roger licked his lips. “I’m – I’m okay,” he said. “I feel a little… spacey? But I’m all right.”

    When you got a little spacey after you and Brian had gone harder than usual into the dom/sub dynamics, you only ever wanted two things: water, and cuddles.

    “I’ll get you some water,” you said, sitting up. It was more difficult than you wanted to admit. “Ah, God.”

    Roger chuckled. “How are you?”

    “Exhausted.” You shot him a smile. “Dude, we have the hottest sex ever. How are we so good at this?”

    “I know, right?” Roger said as you stood up and stretched, then went to throw on an old dress. “Maybe we should drop out of uni and become porn stars together. We’d make a bomb.”

    You snorted. “I know you’re joking, but I can also tell that you’re kinda not, so I’m just gonna say it now: I’m not dropping out of uni to become a porn star.”

    You headed to the kitchen.

    “Maybe think it over?” Roger called after you.

    You ignored him. You got yourself a drink of water, and were just finding something to snack on, when Roger stepped into the kitchen, dressed in his underwear and his shirt. He looked small, vulnerable.

    “Mm?” you said.

    “Um,” he said, stepping closer. “I… I don’t know.”

    Oh. Cuddles.

    You hopped up onto the kitchen bench and spread your arms. “C’mere,” you said, and he hurried over, burying his face in your shoulder, his arms holding you close.

    You just held him, scratching the base of his skull soothingly. He sighed contentedly, and you smiled.

    You showered first, and he went second. You lent him an old shirt and a pair of pyjama pants, which fitted him more like boxers. You were a big fan. He was not, but he didn’t really have much of a choice. He was unusually quiet, but he seemed happy, and when you offered to let him sleep over, he accepted wholeheartedly. For the rest of the afternoon, and then the evening, he was always touching you in some way, and you gave your cuddles freely. He curled against you as you both watched a movie on your laptop in your room after dinner, and he nodded off with his head against your shoulder.

    You let him. It was nice.

    The next morning, he was back to his old self. “What would you have done if I’d called you ‘Mummy’ instead of ‘ma’am’ yesterday?” he asked thoughtfully.

    You almost spat out your tea, glancing furtively towards Lucy’s bedroom. Hopefully she was still asleep. “Uh.”

    “Y’know, because you called me ‘Daddy’, not ‘sir’.”

    “Yeah, no, I get it.” You took another sip of tea. “Well, what if I’d told you to call me ‘Daddy’?”

    Roger stared at the table as he processed this. Then he looked back up to you. “Hm,” he said. “I honestly don’t know how I feel about that one. But you didn’t answer my question.”

    “My answer’s the same as yours,” you said. “I honestly don’t know how I feel about that one.”

    Roger nodded, and took a bite of toast. “Fair enough. Has Brian ever called you that?”

    “What, ‘Mummy’?” you said, and Roger shrugged. “No. It never even occurred to either of us.”

    “What does he called you?”

    You pulled a face. “Why do you want to know?”

    “I’m curious.”

    You were about to say something else, about how it was weird he wanted to know, but you bit your tongue. “He doesn’t call me anything, really,” you said instead. “Just my name. Even when I’m calling him ‘Daddy’, he… doesn’t really call me anything. He calls me a, uh, good girl, but, yeah, just my name. He’s not as big on the pet names during sex as you are.”

    Roger scoffed. “Well, he’s missing out, that’s all I have to say.”

    You chuckled. “Well, I’m seeing him tonight, so maybe I can ask him.”

    Roger raised his eyebrows. “You’re seeing him tonight? Like…”

    “Sleeping with him, yes.”

    “You’re not tuckered out after last night?”

    “Yeah,” you said with a shrug. “But I guess I’ll have to get used to it if I’m going to be balancing the two of you from now on, aren’t I?”

    “Guess so, yeah.”

    “I can just make him do all the work,” you added with a smile. “He’ll be a bit grumpy about it, but he’ll do it.”

    “Can you get him to wash all my dishes?”

    “No.”

    Roger made a disgruntled face, and you laughed.

    Okay. Maybe this could work out, after all.

[scornedlove]

Chapter Twenty-Seven

CHRIS

A couple of weeks had gone by since I promised myself I’d give Tae some space. It was disappointing that she’d only hit me up once since then, especially after I revealed so much to her the last time she was here. I really opened up to her in hopes of gaining her trust, maybe that’s why I’ve been buggin. Without her conversation, it’s hard to keep my mind off of Robyn. The last time I saw Robyn, she not only looked like a stranger, but she treated me like one too. Between her and Tae, my heart was torn and it was all too much to deal with. 

Every time I felt myself getting in my feelings, I’d hit the studio, blast some music, and paint. It was like having a therapy session, which is how I was spending my Friday afternoon. I was in my zone, finishing up my third project this week when Taylor called, inviting me to go riding with him.

“Hell yeah! I had fun last time, but I wanna take it out where I can really put some gas to it.” I suggested, jumping at the chance to borrow his motorcycle again.

“Alright, I got you. I know just the place.” he promised, before we hung up. I finished the painting I was working on and stepped back to look at the finished product. 

Diamond always gave the cutest pouty face when I wasn’t moving fast enough for her. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I put it in paint. I snapped a picture of it and sent it to Tae before leaving, hoping that would put me on her mind.

“This chick wants me to meet her at the A for some drinks” Taylor announced when I got to his place.

“When ya’ll planning on doing that?”

“Right now, I told her 8. ″

“Then why you ask me to ride with you?” I asked, noticing it was fifteen til. “I’m not trying to be the third wheel”

“You won’t be. She’s bringing her roommate, so I told her I’d bring my brother” he added, with a smirk.

“I’m not going on a double date with you man, you know I got a girl.”

“It ain’t a date, unless you want it to be. I know that long distance shit ain’t gonna last too long.”

“Shut up fool. As long as you don’t get me in no shit, it’ll last as long as I want it to.”

“We’re just gonna hang for a bit, then take em on a ride. The ladies love that shit and I’m tryna get some ass tonight.”

“Well I’m not-”

“-Stop being a tight fuck. It ain’t all about them, come chill with ya bro.”

“Alright man, but don’t be mad if they both feeling me and you end up coming home empty handed” I teased as he tossed me the keys to his Harley.

We arrived twenty minutes later than expected due to traffic, but the girls still hadn’t made it. We found a spot at the bar, ordered a couple of beers, and watched the Saints play the Falcons while we waited.

“It’s looking like you got stood up lil bro” I stated when I noticed it was nine and still no sign of the chick he described.

“There she goes” he nodded towards the door when a familiar, dark skinned woman walked in. “She bad ain’t she?”

“Oh, hell naw. I heard this bitch was fuckin with Anthony a couple of weeks ago. You need to be caref-”

“Fuck Anthony. That’s yo homeboy. Besides, I’m always careful.” he stated, gulping down the rest of his beer before standing to greet Kiki.

“Small world. I would’ve never guessed y'all were brothers. Ryan gonna be shocked as fuck.” she cackled, getting comfortable next to Taylor as Ryan walked in. She was on the phone, eyes fixated on Kiki as she strutted past a couple of guys checking her out. She didn’t even notice me until she ended her call, a couple feet in front of me.

“Hey” she smiled, surprised to see me. “When Kiki told me she set me up on a blind date I was nervous as hell”

“Oh, this ain’t that.” I explained, tossing back the rest of my beer. She rolled her eyes at my bluntness and sat on the stool in between me and Kiki.

“Obviously, you shut that shit down already. I’m just glad you’re not some fucking weirdo.” she admitted and I couldn’t help but burst out in laughter.

“I see ya’ll are on good terms again” I nodded towards Kiki, who was cheesing like a schoolgirl while Taylor whispered in her ear. “I’m glad I didn’t get involved in that”

“Yeah, it didn’t take long for Anthony to hop on the next bitch” she shrugged nonchalantly. “How do you even know him? He doesn’t seem like someone you would associate with.”

“Shit, we go way back.  He’s changed for the worse, that’s for damn sure. ”

“Well, at least one good thing came from him”

“What’s that?”

“He’s got some good connects. He introduced me to a DJ who’s been working with me on a couple of songs, even helped me land a couple of gigs when we were on good terms.”

“Good. Sounds like things are looking up for you.”

“You have no idea. I’ve been crazy busy. Matter of fact, I’m performing for this charity event in a few weeks, you should come.”

“Oh yeah? Send me the info. This is a crazy time for me too, but I should be able to work it in”

“Alright, but let me know either way. Don’t just leave me hanging.” she replied, before getting the bartender’s attention. They ordered margaritas and we settled on one more beer while we watched a little more of the football game. I wasn’t interested in the game, or getting drunk. I was ready for the adrenaline rush from flying through traffic, so after the ladies finished their drinks, we hit the road.

It didn’t take long for me to regret agreeing to do this with the girls. I’ve been abstinent for a solid five months now, and I haven’t seen Tae in over a month. Having Ryan’s double D’s on my back and arms wrapped around my waist had my man standing tall. I did my best to keep it to myself, but she got a couple of feels in. 

Nevertheless, we rode across the Pacific Coast Highway to the infamous Neptune’s net, where we hung out for a little while, had dinner, and smoked a blunt by the beach, before heading back to the city. That’s when I realized those couple of feels weren’t an accident, they were intentional. I don’t know if it was because she was tipsy, but Ryan couldn’t keep her hands to herself. I was cool about it the first time, but then she slipped her hands in my pants while I was driving, and I damn near wrecked trying to pull over.

"If you want to make it home without having to find another way, you gonna have to keep your hands above my waist” 

“Were you feeling violated? Because it looks like you were enjoying it.”

“Fuck that. I’m tryna keep shit platonic between us, but if you can’t handle that we can’t do this anymore. I’ll find you a ride, but I’m not doing this with you”

“Fine. I’ll stop.” she stated, throwing her hands up in defeat. She behaved the rest of the ride, but when we made it to her place, she invited me in and was offended when I quickly declined.

“Well, you know where I am if you wanna talk or whatever” she stated before sashaying towards her front door. The deep ass swing in her hips made it evident she wanted more than a conversation.

I waited as she dug in her purse, searching for her keys until she gave up and made a call. By the look on her face as she walked towards me, I knew bad news was coming. 

“Kiki has my house key and she’s not answering. Is it cool if I stay at your place tonight?”

“You gotta be kidding” I sighed in disbelief. “Ya’ll set this shit up huh?”

“Really? Don’t flatter yourself. A simple yea or no will do” she sassed, almost tripping over her own foot. 

“What other choice do we have? Let’s go” I shrugged, handing her the helmet back. She was fucked up and I didn’t want to be here all night waiting for a damn key, so I decided we’d deal with it tomorrow. 

ROBYN

“I can’t believe I’m doing this”

“It looks great and it’s almost done, no need to fuss now” I reassured Mel as I wrapped my arms around her for comfort.

Today I finally went through with covering the matching tattoo Chris and I’d gotten a couple of years ago on some drunk on love shit. Halfway through, I almost chickened out, so Mel made me a deal. She said she was done with tattoos before, but if I went through with this one, she’d get one of my choice blindfolded. So here we were, both with swollen hands, only mine was three times the size of hers.

“Alright, ya’ll know the drill. Keep it clean and dry.” BB, my tattoo artist, stated once he finished her design. “and you really need to baby yours Robyn, here’s some extra ointment. It should help with the pain too.”

“Awww shit! This is dope!” Mel grinned after uncovering her eyes. Capturing moments was inked flawlessly in script on the side of her left hand.The moment we were settled in the back seat of John’s ride, she snapped a pic and sent it to J.  

“I’m obsessed! Girl, fucking with you, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s perfect. You did good”

“Give jack he jacket!  You know I don’t do you dirty!” I teased, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Yeah, but you been wilding ever since that shit with Chris and Dre.”

“Bitch, you not even supposed to be saying the C word” I snapped, narrowing my eyes at her.

“Speaking of Chr- I mean C. Has he reached out to you since?” she continued, ignoring my annoyance.

“No. I guess I scared the shit outta him when I mentioned the police, but Aundre’s ass won’t stop calling”

“So you’re not talking to him either?”

“Nope. I’m taking your advice and leaving both of they asses alone.“

“We’ll see how long that lasts” she snickered, rolling her eyes, as if she knew I was to weak to go through with it. I hated when she did that.

“Don’t do that.’

"What”

“Don’t play dumb. I’m sick of that shit.”

“Chill out, it ain’t that serious”

“I am serious Mel. Don’t shoot me down like that. Not everybody got they life figured out by 24.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She quizzed, shaking her head. “I’m still figuring this shit out too. Everything ain’t smooth sailing over here either.”

“I find that hard to believe.” I scoffed, crossing my arms and wincing from the pain of brushing my freshly tatted hand against my clothes.

“I don’t complain all the time and I don’t wear that shit on my sleeve, but yeah Rob, I be going through some shit too.”

“Like?”

“Like my husband working seventy hour weeks and my married boss flirting and making passes at me all the fucking time”

“Michael?”

“Yeah, anytime we’re alone together he gets a little too close and happens to accidentally brush up against me the wrong way or says something sexually cryptic ”

“You lying! He’s fine as hell, but don’t fuck around with a married man. Matter of fact, you should just leave that job. These things always end up ugly”

“I’m not stupid, but I’m not leaving my job either.”

“Why not?”

“The amount of money I’m making with him is crazy, I ain’t gonna get that anywhere else.”

“Girl please, you have J. Who cares about the money? It ain’t worth the money, you need to quit”

“Easy for you to say. I’'m finally making good money and I’m not ready to let it go. Over a couple of ass grabs? Naw, imma milk this cow. Maybe I’ll be able to open my own shit one day.”

“Well all I gotta say is don’t slip up and lose ya husband over nothing stupid.”

“I would never jeopardize my marriage. J has made me a better person in so many ways, I’d be stupid to fuck up something this good. ”

“Fi true” I agreed, before John Legend’s All of Me started blaring from her phone.

“This my baby calling now” she gasped, a smile creeping across her face as she answered in her sexy voice. I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous as they flirted back and forth. I had to turn my attention to the starry sky in order to successfully tune her out. Instead of obsessing over my own sad love life, I  looked for constellations while reminding myself of all the frogs she had to kiss in order to find her prince. 

CHRIS

“CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK!” Tae’s unmistakable voice pierced my ears, snatching me from dreamland. It took a minute for it to register that she was standing right in front of me. Then I realized why she was screaming.

“Get up Ry-” I attempted to wake Ryan’s drunk ass up, but she was out cold. We passed out sitting up on the sofa watching Rush Hour, I don’t know how her head ended up on my lap. It may have looked a little bad, but Tae was definitely exaggerating.

“SO THIS IS WHAT YOU REALLY DO WHEN YOUR BY YOURSELF! I KNEW  IT. YOU’RE A LIAR! ”

“BABE!” I yelled over her to get her attention. “You buggin. We’re fully clothed. Nothing happened.”

“And that makes this okay? Your fucking ex is laying in your lap!” Lose my number!” she screamed throwing my key at me and running out the house.

My mind was yelling for me to run after her, but my legs wouldn’t move. Is that really all it took for her to walk out on me again? If so, what is the point of this long distance shit? What was she even doing in Cali? I haven’t talked to her in days and she just randomly shows up to act like this. I had so many questions, but at the same time, I didn’t care for a single answer. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders as I realized something. I’m single again. 

[paraparker-blog]

london boy - t.h.

but something happened, i heard him laughing, i saw the dimples first and then i heard the accent ...

-based off of taylor swift’s ‘london boy’! listen to it while you read :) -warnings: lil language, small sexual refernces, and FLUFF oh my gawd

-

You looked around at your surroundings in awe. Trains bustled, people ran about, chattering in their accented voices, fancy buildings towering over you. It was all so much- maybe even too much. However, that didn't stop you from digging a small notebook out of the crossbody purse slung across your shoulders.

You began walking again, scribbling enthusiastically about all the sights around you. You had grown up in a tiny town; a rural area. You were a quiet, shy, introverted kind of girl. Basically, you weren't used to this kinda thing at all. You were a small-town girl living in a lonely world, never been to New York, Los Angeles, Chicago- etc. But then, here you were, moved to Kingston, London, which was huge.

An elbow bumped into your journal, causing you to mess up your (already messy) records. "Hey," you said sharply, looking up and glaring at the culprit. You'd been bumped already six times today, and you were not having it. "Could you please watch out?"

However, no sooner when the words had escaped your mouth did you regret it. Because underneath that black baseball cap tugged halfway down his face and the black sunglasses framing his eyes, you recognized that face. That was most definitely the face of Tom Holland, Spider-Man actor and hottest British boy alive. Ho-oo-ly shit!

Obviously, acting the typical nerdy, shy, introverted person you were, of course you were also a big geek. A geek of Marvel was at the top of the list, and a geek of Tom Holland at that. Standing in front of him, right then, right here, was so surreal you just couldn't help it when the pen fell out of your hand and you started to say his name.

Tom grabbed your hand and pulled you along quickly, away from the crowd. You couldn't even get yourself to pull away or consider the possibility he could be a serial killer, just focusing on the fact that holy-crap-Tom-Holland-actor-of-Spider-Man-hottest-man-alive was holding your hand. He led you to an alley before finally letting go.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized quickly. Inwardly, you swooned at that rich, deep accented voice of his. "It's just I needed a day off around the town, and nobody's seen me yet. I needed to stay undercover."

"Oh," you muttered, a light blush tinting your cheeks. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"'S no problem, love." He watched you as you hurriedly stuffed the journal back into your bag. He couldn't help thinking you were very pretty, as he watched you huff, blowing a piece of stray hair that had fallen into your eyes, your s/c skin gleaming in the weak light outside, your eyes sparkling and bright. And you were wearing a Midtown School of Science and Technology hoodie.

He couldn't help but grin. "So," he said as you straightened up. "Spider-Man fan, are you, then?" He nodded to your top.

You looked down at it and flushed. The one day you had chosen to dress lazy and wear your nerdy-ass hoodie... but you weren't about to act embarrassed in front of him. "Yeah," you answered haughtily. "I'm a really big fan! I love Marvel." You hoped you didn't sound like a dork.

Tom found it adorable. He laughed, a light, happy sound. "Cool. Hey, weird question. I know we just met, but, uh, can I have your number?"

Can you?! you thought. But instead, suppressing a squeal, you said calmly, "yeah, okay." How was this happening? And why? And why so fast?

You had so many questions, but curious looks were beginning to be thrown your way, and one girl had even stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, narrowing her eyes and craning her neck to get a better look at Tom. He turned his back on her quickly, before pulling a reciept out of his pocket and tearing a piece off.

"I'll just go ahead and give you mine, before the paparazzi come along." Tom said, writing his number neatly and legibly, the pen working fast. He clicked the pen, stuck it in his back pocket, and handed it to you. You took it, your fingers brushing his slightly, a buzz of electricity going through your fingers. He smiled at you. "I'll call you later, tonight, then? Maybe we can meet at Camden Market or something. See you around, love."

As soon as Tom left, you pressed the piece of precious paper to your chest, grinning like a lovestruck fool. You, Y/N M/N L/N were going on a date with Thomas freakin' Holland.

-

It had been about two months since you and Tom had first become an item. On the very first date, you both just clicked. Camden Market had been absolutely wonderful, and you and Tom had clicked at once. The awkwardness had melted once you heard him laughing, then you saw the dimples and the accent. Everything about the man was perfect, and you loved him for who he was. Not Spider-Man, but just a regular guy. (Not that he was 'regular' to you.)

That day, later, the sun had disappeared and the clouds arrived, raining hard upon you. You'd quickly grabbed your umbrella out of your tote, holding it above you and Tom's heads as you ran, Tom waving down a taxi. The two of you had tumbled into the car, giggling breathlessly, falling all over each other. The day had shown you a gray sky and a rainy cab ride, but it was the best gray sky and rainy cab ride you'd ever had.

The days you had ahead consisted of stereotypical London Boy things- rugby, hanging out with his best 'mates', high teas, West End shows, and it was all wonderful. You grew to enjoy the new things to do in London, and enjoyed it even more with Tom.

In the morning, Tom rolled over to face you. You were still asleep, sprawled out, bare body curled into the sheets from the night before. One of your hands were strewn across Tom's chest, nails slightly chipped from digging them into his back the night before. He chuckled and moved slightly, trying not disturb you, but of course you woke up anyways.

You opened your eyes. "Tommy?" you asked sleepily, voice dripping with morning love.

Tom pulled you closer and kissed your head tenderly. "G'morning, love. Sorry for waking you."

"'S no problem." You sighed, snuggling closer to him. "Jus' wanna cuddle you..."

"I have shooting in about two hours, baby," Tom told you regretfully. "Trust me, I want nothing more than to snuggle you all day." You nodded and watched Tom as he got up from the bed and went to your shared dresser, quietly pulling out an outfit. He turned to face you, giving you a smile as he slipped on a plain black tee. "You can go back to bed, Y/N. It's only six A.M."

"Don't wanna," you whined. "I just wanna be with you."

Tom raised an eyebrow teasingly, but the words made his heart skip a beat. "Do you really, now? I'm going to film a British movie. You into that? Because it might be kinda boring-"

"The British Office was good," you argued, energy filling you as you and Tom began your easy, familiar ritual of bantering. "And so were your movies! And Idris Elba's, and Benedict Cumberbatch's-"

"I get it. And for the record, the American Office was way better."

You rolled your eyes but felt your heart fill with love. You loved this boy- so much. Ever since the first time he'd ever uttered the phrase, "darling, I fancy you," you knew you had fallen deep into a hole you'd never get back out of, which was perfectly all right by you.

After all, he was your London Boy.

✨✨

(a/n: hi so yesyesyes this is very very bad, i know! i felt compelled to get it done sooner, since i've basically been promising EVERYBODY that i'd get this published soon, for like two weeks now? also, i feel as if i overused the phrase london boy lmao, it was in here a ridiculous amount of times. it IS my first imagine on here and i'm hoping to get more into writing more but, y’know... school. i hope you enjoyed 💞)

[hardforbenhardy]

somebody to love pt.2 | rogerxreader

warnings: fluff, sad vibes a lil, smallest tiniest inference of sex (blink and you’ll miss it)

word count: 4.1k

part 2 of somebody to love is here! it’s going a little slow, but i promise, we will get some roger/reader action next chapter!!

taglist: @jennyggggrrr

It is finally Monday, the day you've been dreading all weekend after the little... incident. Your minds been clouded with thoughts of what Roger may do, you could barely spend time with your Ma and Pa the whole of yesterday. Not to mention, they were kind of disappointed at the fact you didn't have the money to pay for their water bills. You’re pulled from your dreams by the blaring sound of your alarm from your bedside table, a groan releasing from your lips as you push yourself from the comfort of your silk sheets. You can hear Freddie's angelic voice soaring through the apartment as he sings along to the radio; it's like waking up to the melodic tunes of birds outside your window, but better. You quickly got dressed, knowing you don't have a lot of time before you need to be in school, and run down stairs to grab a snack from the kitchen. Freddie notices you, but instead of saying anything, he just gave you a huge grin and a thumbs up as a form of motivation. It's strange how Freddie is able to light up any room he is in, if only you had that ability, you may actually have friends. Not that you don't like your life already- sure it has its rather larger downsides, but you like spending time by yourself; it's calming, you don't have to rely on people and most importantly people don't have to rely on you. It's just, you’re fucking lonely. That's it basically. Everyone your age is in relationships, or sleeping around, or at least getting it on with someone in more than a friendship kind of way - and you’re just not. You wander through the university campus to class, which starts in 10 minutes, and you see couples cuddling and/or making out; large groups of friends laughing and having fun; the sport teams having a large football match on the field; the drama club sitting around to learn their scripts; even the music club playing their instruments to mildly entertain passers by such as you (which in fact, it is much more irritating than it is entertaining at 9 in the morning). Everyone seems so active and full of joy, and then there's you. You don't know why you’re so separated from everyone else, you've just always been like this. You remember on the first day of secondary school, you were sat alone the whole day; no one sat with you, spoke to you, no one even knew your name - you were known as "that weird girl" for the first 3 months of your education, until the teacher finally picked on you to present in class and you had to start by saying your name. You liked it then if you were being honest, you didn't have to reach anyone's expectations and you certainly weren’t a victim of peer pressure - but now it just makes you feel like a piece of shit. Sure, you have Freddie, but it's not exactly much is it. You just wish you had someone who would love you for you and actually want to spend time with you; is that so much to ask for?

As you entered the dry lab, you noticed that everyone was there but one person in particular. Roger. Fuck sake, where is he? You went to sit in your secluded seat, in the corner of the room, praying to God Roger wasn't in today at all and he had bunked off. Your racing thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Smith raising her voice:

"Okay, class, instead of a test, we are doing a small practical today - it doesn't go towards anything, but it is important we understand the skills and can therefore apply it to any furt-" And with that, Roger burst through the door, panting and wheezing like he had just ran a mile. "Ah, Mister Taylor, late again are we? Look, if you want to get your degree, I suggest you buckle down and get here on time - this isn't an easy course and I'm not going to teach you if this is how you treat it"

"Sorry, my um, my car broke down and I had to run to school" Roger heaved, placing both his hands on his knees as he faced the ground and took in long hard breaths. Droplets of sweat glided down his forehead as he attempted to catch his breath, and you couldn't help but admire the way it framed his face; his hair still scraggly from sleep, and his clothes slightly torn from what you presumed was multiple trips when running. He looked strangely sexy. Fuck. Why were you thinking like this? But it's true... his voice was raspy and choked, from the running - but you can only imagine that's what he always sounds like when he's exhausted. When else might he be exhausted? God, you could only imagine his voice whispering into my ears after a long, hard -

"Do you mind love?" - you were pulled from your daydream, looking up to see him stood there, staring at the empty seat beside you. Your heart began to beat at an irregular pace. Why is he talking to you? Why is he sitting next to you? Did he just call you love? Does he recognise you? Is this some kind of sick joke to him? "Oh- uh, n-no" you stuttered, struggling to even form a simple sentence after your overwhelming wave of emotions which had just washed over you. He threw his briefcase on the floor beside him; pulling out his folder, which was half the size of yours, making you wonder whether Roger actually takes notes in this class or rather it's all just stored in that incredible brain of his. God he is so smart. And sometimes, like today, he has to wear his glasses in class if he forgets his sunglasses, which perfectly frame his face; they make him look so fucking sexy. OMG what the fuck is going on with you?! "Uh- uhm, why are you sitting next to me?" you barely choked out, trying to take your mind off the whole... Roger's incredibly overwhelming persona.

"Prof said we are partnered for this practical, love" He explained, tone still deep and stifled although his breathing has began to go back to normal. You could sense an awkward tension between the two of you the moment he sat down; you knew this was a bad idea and you knew you should've just bunked off. As he began to prepare the equipment for the practical, you couldn't help but stare at his face; his eyes clouded over as he bites his bottom lip from utter concentration. "See something you like?"

He lifted his head, smirking in your direction after you snap out of my trance; you had been staring at him while chewing on the end of your pen. "Oh- uhh, sorry. Sorry. Nice glasses" you panicked, swiftly turning your head in the other direction, until you heard a chuckle and a small 'thanks' come from beside you- which you were instantly able to recognise as Rogers, considering he was the only person who has sat next to you in the past few months on this course. The suspense in the atmosphere only got heightened with every second going past, and you couldn't bare to sit here anymore. "Look, I know you saw me on Saturday. I don't know if you've sat here to tease me or take the piss or whatever but I'm not in the fucking mood- I'm surviving off 3 hours sleep and 5 coffees so if you're not even going to talk to me about what you saw, then you can piss off"

Roger doesn't say anything to respond, and instead just looked at you with a semblance of speechlessness, as if he's trying to conjure up a sentence in which he won't offend or make things more awkward than they already are - failing of course as he eventually comes out with "Y-you have nice moves". You felt your cheeks immediately blush, getting redder and redder; although his words sent chills down your spine, you couldn't let it show.

"What the fuck Roger!" you exclaimed, slapping his arm harder than you originally intended, as he acknowledged it with a sharp 'ow' and quickly reached to rub the now-red area as a way of soothing it. "Sorry . But seriously, you can't tell anyone. Please. If you do, my life will be fucking ruined and I plan on actually doing something with it and if people fin-"

"Y/N, I'm not going to tell anyone." He quickly retorted, making your head turn to face him as a sudden feeling of shock ran through you. Why wouldn't he tell people? "R-really?!" you spluttered, the words barely reaching the surrounding.

"Why would I tell people?"

"Erm, because it's not exactly a thing I should be proud of and you could ruin my life with it and that's kind of what you popular kids do, not to mention you probably think I'm a slut or something because of it" you mumbled, shying away from making any form of eye contact with him. Mainly because the atmosphere is getting increasingly more awkward by the second, but also because you can't deny; you could stare into his eyes all day and I'm afraid if you start you may not be able to stop.

"I'm not that much of a dickhead, love. I don't know why you have... that job, but I'm not going to go around spreading your personal shit."

"Right, sorry. Thank you." you let a fake smile grow on your face, and once noticing him return a wide grin - it became a real one. There was a small moment of silence before you asked one question that had undoubtedly been on my mind all weekend; "W-what were you actually doing there? There are never any lads younger than 30 in that place"

"Oh, erm, I was meant to meet a girl there"

"For a date? You were going to take a girl on a date to a strip club" you emphasised, trying your hardest not to laugh loudly at the idiocy of the Rogers idea of a good date.

"Yeah. But I didn't know it was a strip club - she was the one who gave me the address and told me to meet her there. But she never showed." He explained, with a small sadness to his tone. You felt a pang of guilt and empathy wash over you as he spoke, understand completely how it feels to be stood up; it has happened on multiple occasions and you've basically accepted it's your destiny to be alone by now. "Oh, I'm sorry. She sounds like a bitch"

"She kind of was - I only agreed to the date because she was a good shag" Roger muttered under his breath, most likely hoping you didn't hear him; but you did. You almost choked at his statement, but really you just feel a little shit. You know, of course, Roger is what some might call a 'ladies man'; but the idea of him sleeping around isn't something you keep on your mind because you let it get to you. You say you'd like to be one of those girls, but honestly, you don't just want to be a one time shag that Roger has before moving onto the next. Which is exactly the reason you had originally attempted to push all the feelings you had for Roger deep, deep down - but of course they can't stay down for long, because as soon as Roger walked in the room, you had fallen all over again. And before you knew it, it was the end of the session. Which meant you'd now have to go to the library for the next 4 hours, sitting by yourself and reading over your notes for the hundredth time, pretending like you didn't just want to scrap all your work and quit. As you began to pack my stuff away, you heard Roger cough beside me - in the kind of way that says he's asking for your attention. "Hey, Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Erm, I'm performing at Imperial tonight, would you maybe want to come along? I understand if you're busy or something, I mean you are always studying, not that that's a bad thing but I understand if you can't come, I just thought you could do with some fun and I think you're a really nice girl and I wanted to hang out some more you know- but like I said, you don't have to come, you're probably super busy so" Roger muttered, looking to the floor whilst twiddling his thumbs; nerves prominent in his tone. A wide grin grew on your face as he spoke; he wanted to hang out.

"I'd love to - like you said, I could do with a night out that doesn't involve biology in any form." you smiled, as Rogers head shoots up and he gives you a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushed through you. He threw his bag over his shoulder, before heading out; you following shortly after. "So, what do you mean by performing?"

"Oh, well I'm in a band with some of my mates, it's nothing much. We play every Sunday and Monday night." He explained, hands in his jean pockets as he walked me home. Slightly stunned by his admission, you looked up at him before asking "What do you play then?"

"Oh, I'm the drummer"

And with that, you were frozen in your place as you stood in shock at the new revelation. Roger Taylor was a drummer? Your eyes widened and your mouth fell ajar at the unfamiliar thought, your mind trying to comprehend such information. Not only is Roger Taylor smoking hot, super kind (well, he seemed) AND incredibly intelligent - but he also plays the drums? Just when you thought he possibly couldn't get any more attractive, he goes and pulls this out of the bag. Roger notices your sudden halting, and turns to look at you with a confused face; "Hey, you okay? You need help?" He cautioned, the worry prominent in his tone, snapping you out of the trance you were in.

"What? Oh, yeah, sorry, just got lost in my thoughts" you chuckled, looking towards the ground as embarrassment grew on your cheeks, pacing forward to catch up with Roger who was at least 5 steps in front of you. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Huh?" you questioned, furrowing your brows as your head shot up to face. If he was now going to make you come up with a fake thought in less than five seconds, you think you may just freak out, because there is no way you can explain to him that you fancy him and therefore was dreaming about the absolute charmer he was. "Penny for your thoughts - what you thinking about?"

Fuck.

"What are we, 5 years old?" you giggled, putting a sharp facade of humour when you knew deep down your brain was racking for something, anything that may sound at least an inch better than 'I think I may love you'.

"Come on, I can tell something's bothering you. You can trust me you know - I thought I'd have proven that by now"

"I just... why are you talking to me?" you sputter out, it being the first thing to come to your head.

"What on earth do you mean?"

"I mean, why are you even associating yourself with me - I'm the weird loner who sits in the back of class, who no one talks to, or even looks at, who has one friend and has a job as a stripper. I'm not stupid Roger, I know people don't want to associate themselves with the 'quiet' girl, so why are you?" you ranted, finally releasing a long breath after venting, feeling tears pricked your eyes as you realised you were now facing your actual reality. Why was Roger suddenly trying to be your friend? "I mean, was this some kind of dare? Or have you decided you want to add me to your list of sexual escapades because don't think I haven't noticed you've only started talking to me after seeing me strip. Or do you just want to cheat your way through the course, hoping I'll end up doing your work for you?"

You stopped after hearing a small chuckle from beside you, and looked to see Rogers face sporting a little grin, clearly amused by you. "Do you know what, just fuck off. Forget about tonight, I'm leaving" you raged, beginning to storm away as anger boiled inside you at Rogers apparent sense of humour, or lack thereof. He seriously found this funny, whilst you stood here, opening up feelings you would never usually share to anyone apart from Freddie. You tended to struggle opening up about your emotions to people, unless you have a decent amount of wine in my system to flush away the shame that is. Instead, you keep them buried deep down, and you know they're bound to erupt one day- you have a slight feeling today might just be the day. You were halted in your motion as the tight grasp of a hand clutched onto your wrist, causing you to stumble back. "No, wait, Y/N m'sorry! I wasn't laughing at you, I promise."

His apologetic tone rang in your ears, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks once again as you realised how pathetic you were actually being. "The fuck were you laughing at then, 'cause I don't see any fucking clowns wandering 'round here"

"I-I, I wasn't laughing at you! I just, well, I don't really have a reason- why do I need a reason? You are super cool and you seem nice, I just wanted to get to know you."

"You still didn't answer my question." you grumbled, pouting your lips out as you dropped your head to face the floor; your cheeks beginning to redden at the idea that Roger just wanted to get to know you. No one ever just wanted to get to know you; there was always a reason. They would use you to up their grade a little; they would feel sorry for you because you’re a fucking loner; they would attempt to be friendly in hopes of getting you into their bed for the night. That was admittedly the worst one, considering it was the most common. You have never had a true friend, let alone boyfriend, so you can certainly count on yourself to be the biggest virgin gracing this earth. You'd think having a job which was in that kind of area, you’d be basically the opposite; but you agreed with yourself when you started the job that if there was one thing you would never ever turn to, it'd be sleeping with the men in the club. Not only were they almost twice my age, but they weren't exactly the most graceful, gentlemanly men you'll ever meet. Not that Roger was any more chivalrous, from what you'd heard, but at least you were the same age and you actually know him. Though you may be completely conflicting personalities; you being a quiet, reserved, and overall anxious character and Roger being one of loud, adventurous, energetic tendencies; they say opposites attract... right?

"Okay, well, maybe I was laughing at you - but not in a bad way. I was just thinking, you are kind of cute when you are angry y'know" Roger confessed, trying to come off as if he was confident and almost flirty in his words, but you swear you saw his teeth grind from nerves as he spoke.You began to feel your cheeks flush at his simplistically adorable words. "I swear to god, Roger Taylor, if you are trying to flirt with me - I will walk away right now" you giggled, poking his chest a little harder than you expected, gaining a laugh from Roger too. As the laughter died down, you realised you had reached yours and Freddie's flat already, and you still had hours to kill until tonight.

"Erm, this is my block" you muttered, pointing to the entrance of the block of flats you were slowly approaching.

"I know - we live in the same block." He chuckled, opening the door and standing against it, his arm gesturing you to walk through. Maybe he was a gentleman? "Thank you. How come I never see you around the block?"

"I don't know - I've seen you around a few times, usually when you are going out in the evening; presumably to work. I mean, you are always in the library"

"I guess." you chuckled, beginning to walk up the steps to the third floor, where your flat resided. Roger followed swiftly behind, attempting to catch up with you. There was silence as you walked up the stairs; but it wasn't the uncomfortable kind of silence. It was more the kind where you just enjoy each others company in the moment. The better kind. Once you had reached your apartment door, Roger stopped, almost as if he knew where it was without even asking. You didn't bother to question how he knew which flat you lived in, and instead just began unlocking the door.

"I'll, erm, I guess I'll see you tonight? Meet me backstage once we finished our set?" He asked, leaning on his side against the entrance banister. You looked up, but continued turning the key in the lock with movement memory, swiftly taking the key out the lock and opening the door to walk through. "Yeah, of course. You don't mind if I bring Freddie with me do you? He loves a night out"

"Fred's your roommate right? Yeah, sure" He nodded, twiddling his thumbs together. You swear you heard him sigh and possibly roll his eyes at your suggestion, but you gave him a quick smile, as if to say 'see you tonight' before closing the door behind yourself and releasing a loud sigh. As soon as you had locked it, you slid down the wooden door letting out a muffled scream into the bundled coat now in your lap. You could hear Freddie's steps approaching you from the living room, quick paced with urgency. "You alright, darling?"

"Fucking amazing Fred" You grinned, the pace of your heart gradually decreasing again after its irregular habits when you were with Roger.

"I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I heard the one and only Roger Taylor's voice as you walked in the door?" He chuckled, finding your lustful infatuation merely a piece of comedy for his entertainment. "So where is it you are taking me for a night out then?"

"Roger invited me out to the Imperial, he's performing with his band - He plays the drums, Fred. I thought he was already an angel but then he reveals he's a fucking drummer too. Fred, I think I may just suffer a heart attack if I spend even one more second around him."

"So Roger invited you out? And you asked if I could come along? I think your brain has finally fizzled out, love. Are you completely insane?"

"I don't want to die. And I'm sure it'll happen if I have to spend any more time with him alone." you sighed, your heart beating out your chest at the mere thought of spending time with Roger by yourselves. God, how am you meant to cope in a relationship with him when you can barely even hold a conversation. "I said I'd meet him backstage after their set, so we should leave around 8? What should I wear? I don't own any nice clothes Fred! All my clothes are baggy jumpers and joggers - ugh Fred take me shopping!"

"You know I can't turn down a shopping spree darling, grab your shoes and coat!" Freddie exclaimed, making you chuckle under your breath at his extravagance. He held out his hand, which you hesitantly took into line, and yanked you up from your previously comfortable position you found for yourself on the floor. You pulled on your boots and coat, wrapping your scarf around your neck to accommodate for the autumn weather outside. Fred told you of a store just a 10 minute walk from the flat, which was his favourite shop to buy clothes in; Biba. He had never really mentioned the store until a few days back, after going to a small gig by himself. You just remember him coming home relatively sober and with a look of infatuation growing on his face and in his eyes. He never really talks about what happened that night - you just presumed he'd maybe had a good hookup.

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intimate nights -- chapter 1

chapter 1: washing up to the shore

hey guys! thank you SO much for motivating me to write aaa i haven’t written anything in almost four years so forgive me if im a lil rusty but i’ll do my best !! 🥺 i imagined this as ben!rog but can be just rog in any era but modern setting x actress!reader !! hehe

this short series would have around 10-ish chapters so i hope you guys enjoy! 🥺 here we gOOOOOO

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The Rising Queen of Hollywood,  ___________ is featured in a new heartache-inducing, bittersweet movie titled Intimate Nights partnered with Richard Jones as her leading man. Set in the beautiful  island of Santorini, ________ and Jones are expected to steal and break the hearts of many with heartbreak, lovemaking, and powering through rocky relationships.

Fans can also expect a regal musical score with the director of Intimate Nights revealing a once-in-a-lifetime collaboration with Queen’s drummer, Roger Taylor for creative input and other surprising musical acts to further entice you to watch this blockbuster in the making.

Intimate Nights is due for a release Valentines next year. “And … scene! That’s a wrap for Intimate Nights and we’re headed for post prod!”

The crew and all the actors celebrated for joy, culminating their year of hard work with the movie that is very much anticipated. The magnitude of anticipation grows every month as the release date comes closer and fans are eager to see _________ and Richard on screen.

“Hey, _____! That was fantastic, I can’t believe filming’s over!” Richard approached you and welcomed you in his arms, giving you a warm embrace. The both of you have shared a lot in the past year you’ve worked together, even getting paired up as a rumor which both of you quickly denied.

“I know, it all happened so fast. You were a great partner, it would be lovely to celebrate with everyone, too!” You said until Richard abruptly stopped hugging you with an excited look on his face.

“But you know what I’m more excited about? The drummer of Queen is going to post prod with us, he’ll be working on the musical score and I’m fucking pumped!”

Your heart almost jumped at the thought of getting to meet your lifelong crush, Roger Taylor. The infamous drummer of Queen has been collecting hearts ever since they rose to fame, collecting your heart was an easy task. Your rising fame does not change that especially now that you get to work with him indirectly.

       A few days has passed with the studio being slowly cleaned and sorted out after filming is done, you and Richard got called by the director to check out some scenes which you want to be included and others will be offered in the director’s cut. Being in the studio makes you a little drained and you got coffee for yourself and everyone else.

“Do you guys have any requests? Sugar? Cream?” You asked with collective answers that blurred along as you heard them, briefly taking notes who ordered what.

“Rog’s would be black, ______! He’s running a little late, ran into some LA traffic!” The director chuckled and made you blush as you ran off to the nearby coffee shop you always order from.

Taking your time with ordering and walking back to the studio hides the real reason why you’re not in a hurry to get back because you want to be presentable and composed the moment you see Roger.

“Ah, there she is!"

Richard announced which prompted the director and Roger to look at you, making you blush. The Roger Taylor is looking at you and is seating at your designated chair with your name on it.

“The lovely owner of this chair finally arrives with coffee, I can swear I am one step closer to heaven with the scent of beans from miles away.” Roger grins and helps you distribute the coffee to Richard and the Director. “It’s also a plus to be sitting in the chair of the most beautiful actress in this room.”

“Roger, I’m the only actress in the room right now.” You laughed and his grin widens.

“That’s perfectly fine by me!”

       After choosing the scenes that you want to include and can let go off in the movie, Richard excused himself to be able to attend to a previously planned appointment. Roger and the Director are busy thinking of the most perfect and fitting music scores in the climax wherein you started falling asleep. 

“__________?” Roger shook you awake, with a sorry smile on his face. He probably feels guilty now for waking you up but it’s perfectly fine by showing it with a smile and stretching it at the same time.

“Hey, I’m sorry for falling asleep on you guys. What happened?” You sat up and looked for the Director which was nowhere to be found and finding yourself covered with a jacket.

“If you’re looking for the Director then he actually went out a couple of hours ago, he forgot it’s their anniversary with their partner.” Roger chuckled and you shook your head because it is really something that sounds like the Director.

“Say, ________. Are you free for the night? My creative director won’t be coming in as well and I would really love to get a second opinion especially from someone heavily involved in the movie.” Seeing this as an opportunity to get to know Roger, you agreed. It is also a chance for you to see what you have missed out on when you got the chance to sleep which you have been lacking for the past few days.

Roger lead you back to the booth wherein you get to see the movie coming to life alongside some pieces he already made to accompany some specific scenes.

“I’m sorry for ending up falling asleep, getting to rest has been a task I need to catch up on.” You profusely apologized and Roger just smiled kindly.

“S'alright, the Director told me to let you sleep since the last few days of filming were quite hectic.” You couldn’t agree more, knowing that the last few days were tiring, emotional, and just wanting to finish the entire project which got everyone a little bit on edge. He went inside the studio and talked to you through the mic installed there.

“Can you hear me, love?” Roger’s voice boomed and you gave a thumbs up. “Splendid!”

The studio was where Roger was meant to be in. He moved gracefully in between speakers, stepped over wires languidly, handling instruments with utmost care and played it with precision. He is widely known as the drummer but he was obviously more than being behind the percussions. Roger is multitalented which he displays effortlessly inside the studio, playing the drums, the guitar, and singing a few lines to accompany the melody.

“You sound wonderful and sing beautifully, Roger!” You exclaimed with awe and he animates a very exaggerated bow which you laughed at. “Such a shame I’ve only heard you singing and playing the drums at the same time which pales the talent you have for singing.”

“Thank you, love. And call me Rog, please. Roger makes me sound way too old.” Rog chuckles and you smiled at him. Old? His barely grey locks looked amazing on him, his hair a little ruffled but it suits him just fine.

“Would you want to have a delivery for dinner? I am nearing starvation.” He teased with a pout, making you laugh. The atmosphere between you two completely light and friendly which is something you never expected. Truth be told, you expected him to be someone that the media portrayed him to be. According to media, Rog is the notorious Rockstar, always rambunctious in parties together with Freddie Mercury, the lead singer of the band, wild on the sheets, drummer with a temper, and just altogether a hot mess, literally and figuratively.

“Delivery? We can just get dinner in a restaurant. I know a place by the Bay—”

“Slow down, love. You want to dine me already?” Roger smirked and you smirked back in return. “You’re just shy I’m asking you first, Rog.”

Rog laughed wholeheartedly. He cannot believe you’re matching his game when other girls would just blush the living daylights out.

“You’re a delight, _________. As much as I would love to accept your offer for dinner, I need to practice and get the right tune for your movie.” He said apologetically and gestured at the studio. “That’s alright, we can just get Chinese takeout for now.” You said, instantly craving and already started ordering before Roger protested.

“You didn’t even ask if I like Chinese, love.”

“You don’t have a choice. What do you like?”“Fried rice, spring rolls and shrimp dumplings, please.”

        You spent the rest of the night listening to Roger playing around the instruments and responding to his questions which is a better tune or melody, the chords that sounds better, suggesting whether to focus on one instrument over the other, this or that and it goes on until it is almost midnight and you notice other offices in the entire studio compound closing already.

“Rog, it’s getting really late so I think we should start packing up.” You reminded him through the microphone and he looks up at you from the booth.

“What, that late already?” You started packing up, ensuring you won’t forget anything in the studio. Your chauffeur is also out of commission with him taking a leave for a month which means you only drive by yourself or walk to your apartment which is just a few blocks away.

Roger closed the lights and all the machines inside the booth and he grabbed his jacket from the couch that you were sleeping on this afternoon. The same jacket you woke up to.

“Oh! I didn’t realize that was yours, thank you for letting me use it.” You said and he rolled his eyes dramatically.

“I was forced to do so! Imagine a beautiful lady sleeping on the couch, she might get cold.”

You laughed, never imagining you will get a compliment from the Roger Taylor himself. A few weeks ago, you learned that you were going to meet your crush and music idol and even prepared for the day to come and when the day finally did, you were floored with how much you wanted to know him more as a person and eventually become friends.

“How are you going home, Rog?” You asked while the both of you cleaned the place up and throwing your Chinese takeout boxes and drinks.

“Oh! I brought my car with me, I got stuck in traffic, remember?” Roger said, “And you?”

“I’m just going to walk back to my place since it’s near.”

Roger whipped his head back to you so fast you can only laugh with the possible whiplash he would’ve gotten. “Are you dead serious? I’ll give you a lift!”

“I’m good, my place might even be out of the way for you and I wouldn’t want to impose.” You replied and he sighed.

“Alright, if you say so. Here, type your number on my phone so I can call you if you get to your flat safe.” Roger said and you were relieved that he didn’t even put up a fight to bring you home. Walking alone at night is relaxing but you have to admit, you did not expect to stay out this late in the studio and did not bring your car, besides, there’s a first time for everything. You typed in your number on Roger’s phone and saved it as “creative director 🤪”.

“What did you save your name as?” Roger inquired and you smirked. “Creative director with a wacky emoji for a little attitude.”

The both of you laughed as you slowly walked out of the studio and headed for the parking lot, wanting to see Roger off first before you go on your way. The mood was quite relaxing, the quiet comforted you both after hours spent inside the studio with blaring melodies of sorts, the gentle spring breeze giving a breath of fresh air as winter slowly fades, and a new found friend in each other’s company.

“Since I got your number already, let me give you a lift home.” Roger smirked which bewildered you. Here you thought he would’ve let you walk alone but the point of you typing your number was simply to have it.

“That’s not playing fair, Rog. I’m really fine to walk by myself.” You said and he crossed his arms, matching the smug look on his face.

“Like you said awhile ago and I quote, “You don’t have a choice.” Get in the car, love.”

You sighed. This might be the first time you’re walking alone late at night but you are admittedly scared as well but of course, you will not tell that. After a few seconds, you abide and get in the car with Roger laughing and saying to himself, “Gotcha, gotcha.”

The interior of Roger’s car was breathtakingly beautiful, not to mention it is already beautiful on the exterior. It is also well known that Roger loves his cars especially sport cars with beautiful, personalized interiors.

“Your car is beautiful, Rog. Thank you for giving me a ride despite me wanting to walk home.” You teased but still thankful nonetheless.

“Not another word about that, ______, it’s the least I can do for you staying out so late with me. Give me your address?”

You directed him to your apartment a few blocks away and he complimented what a wonderful place you got and a smart decision to stay near the studio to lessen the hassle.

“Yeah, I hate LA traffic and getting stuck in it is not a good experience. I was once late for almost an hour for a shoot! Funny thing is we were all late due to the traffic anyway.” You quipped and he laughed. That was one of the deciding factors for you to move closer to the studio and be a little nearer to the city lights. “Where do you live, Rog?”

“I have a mini house located by the beach, actually. Pretty great view at night but sometimes gets a little loud. It’s where I stay when I’m in the city.” Roger explained yearnfully, “Love seeing the sun rise and set, something London barely has.”

“What do you have?”

“Fog, fish and chips, pubs, and more fog.” He jokes and you laughed. Living in Los Angeles indeed have its perks such as the sunshine and occasional beach trips but it is something you cannot envision for the long run. It’s a beautiful city, no doubt, but the idea of eventually retiring and living somewhere a little more quiet is very much enticing to you.

“Well, I would trade to that for even just a day here. When summer comes in LA, it is very humid!” You complained and he laughed, shaking his head. While the both of you were talking, you just started to notice Roger’s Chinese takeout boxes were in the compartment near the gear stick.

“Rog, you didn’t get to finish your dinner?” You asked and surprised to see it was barely touched with only one dumpling and spring roll missing. “You must be starving!”

“Now that you mention it,” Roger said, he laughed and felt his stomach grumble, “I am famished.”

“You can go up to my place if you like, I can heat up your food for you and you can eat there. It’s the least I can do for you since you drove me home.”

“My, my, asking me out for a dinner date and then asking me to come over your place? I have to say, I am impressed. I haven’t met anyone like that before you, love.” Roger teased and you slapped his arm while laughing. “Keep your hands to yourself, love! I’m trying to make it home without crashing.”

The both of you still laughing as he pulled to the porch of your apartment. He is in awe as he sees the white expanse of the bungalow and the foyer space you have.

“Wow. You call this an apartment?” Roger said and you laughed since this was an expected response which always happened.

“When I bought the place, it was listed as is.” You replied and he shook his head and bewilderment. You were amused because he is acting like this is the most beautiful house he ever laid eyes on but from the both of you, it’s him that has already traveled the world and have been in lavish mansions.

“Your place is beautiful, _________.”

“You haven’t seen the river side and the view from the pool.” You joked and he laughed in awe. You had to bring down the window to acknowledge your guard gate and he waved at you after opening the gates.

The front façade of your house mainly consisted of steps leading to the house itself, beautified with bushes and flourishing wildflowers, and a staircase leading to the terrace facing the street. Once Roger parked his car outside the garage, you led him inside and he gets astounded one more.

“It’s bigger on the inside!” Roger remarked while looking around and you asked for his Chinese takeout box which you heat up for him as he goes on to observe more of the interior of your place.

“Rog, maybe you should go outside and wait for me there. It is lovely to eat out and the view is beautiful.” You recommend which he followed, walking outside through the doors you pointed out to him.

Placing his leftovers on a plate, you heat it up on the microwave while you scavenge for a snack so you can join Roger on your garden overlooking the pool and the river. You only hope you were there to witness his reaction to seeing the view but you knew that the man was starving and you could use some alone time as well.

You placed everything on a tray, got some water and headed outside wherein you saw Roger lounging by the pool, his shoes off and is set aside under the dining table nearby, his feet wading on the shallow part of the pool.

“If only I had known your flat would be this beautiful,” Roger said and emphasized on the word ‘flat’, “Plus getting served Chinese food from a beautiful lady? I would’ve looked for more ways to know you, _______.” 

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For Your Troubles

anonymous said: Can I please request some fluff where Roger comes home drunk and reader gives him a bath (or the other way round) and it’s all just very fluffy and cute❤️

(a/n: here’s a cute lil fluffy rog imagine for yall!!! i’ll probably close my requests again in a couple days, the response to it being opened was overwhelming skskksk. i also just started my job again so i’ll be tired af most times so the turnover on these might be a tad slower for these next two weeks - just gotta get this semester over with and then i should have a bit more time to work on these. but yall seriously have the cutest ideas what the fuck i could never come up with these cute lil requests)

“Roger fucking Taylor... I cannot believe you!”

“That,” Roger slurred, pressing a finger to the tip of your nose and smiling drunkenly as he stepped inside, tracking all of the mud that was covering his left side in with him, “Is not my middle name, lovie.”

“Are you serious?” you whined as you saw the tracks he was leaving on the hardwood, knowing you’d have to clean them before the moisture warped the wood.

“My middle name is not a curse word,” he reiterated, pulling his shoes off and leaning against the wall with his clean side so he wouldn’t stumble and fall. Though he swayed, he stayed mostly upright as he removed his Converse, throwing them to the side and starting to tromp towards the kitchen. “M’hungry.”

As he disappeared in a drunken stupor around the corner, you stared hopelessly at the mess he had left in his wake, cursing Brian for his ability to get Roger so out of his mind that he came home muddy without an explanation. Grumbling, you went and grabbed a wet washcloth from the bathroom, wringing it out before returning to the entryway. With a sigh, you got down on your hands and knees, then started scrubbing. You truly wondered why you put up with his antics, but then a few seconds later, he gave you a painfully adorable reminder.

Shuffling back out around the corner in his socked feet, he gave you a childish grin that could only be described as captivating. His eyes twinkled with a mischievousness that came out in full force whenever he was drunk, and the mud that coated half of him was so caked on there that an exasperated laugh bubbled up to your lips.

Sitting back on your heels, you pressed a hand to your forehead as you shook your head slowly at the state of him. Despite being the messiest you’d ever seen him, he was still as gorgeous as ever. That smile, that devilish gaze, and that confident stance even when he was piss drunk? Should have been against the law, truly.

“My little maid,” he mused, laughing to himself as if that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. Taking a bite out of his sandwich he’d made, he stood there with his free hand in his pocket and wiggled his eyebrows as he spoke through the food in his mouth. “My sexy little maid.”

“Get out of here, you pervert!” you laughed, throwing the washcloth at him weakly, and he dodged it with a laugh before he took another bite of his sandwich.

“So mean to meee. Do we have any gin?” he asked, turning on his heels before tromping back into the kitchen, finishing off his sandwich. Scrambling to your feet, you intercepted him before he got to the liquor cupboard and pressed a hand against the door, barring him from opening it.

“You’ve had enough, Rog,” you warned gently, giving him a knowing smile, and he frowned for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist, ignoring your protests as the mud smeared all over your shirt and pajama shorts. “Let me go, you nasty little mud ball!”

“That’s Mr. Nasty Mud Ball to you,” he countered, grinning dopily before he pressed a series of short, playful kisses to your lips. “And I can’t keep my hands to myself, y’know that.”

You did know that. You knew that all too well, and the glint in his eyes showed that he was just as aware of his touchy-feely nature with you as you were. In fact, Roger was touchy-feely with about anyone – John, Peter, Freddie, Brian if they weren’t fighting – the list could go on and on, especially if he was this drunk.

Scowling gently, you wrapped your arms around his neck and wrinkled your nose slightly at the feeling of the mud transferring to your arm. “Please just tell me how you ended up this disgusting right now.”

“I suppose,” he sighed overdramatically, reaching up to brush your hair behind your ear with his dirty hand purposefully. When you shot him a nasty look, he only grinned and shrugged. “When the sun heats the ocean, the ocean water turns into water vapors that rise into the air, and-“

“I understand the water cycle, smartass – stick to the important parts of your story.”

“Oh! You just wanted the one part, my bad,” he replied sweetly, making you roll your eyes as you tried not to laugh at his antics. “Brian paid me 5 pounds to jump into a mud pit by the river. Come to think of it, where did that wanker put that 5 pounds?” Reaching into his back pocket, he searched around for a moment before he retrieved a horribly dirty 5 pound note, holding it out to you. “There you go, sweetheart. For your troubles,” he added, nodding to the entryway.

Rolling your eyes again, you took the 5 pound note and tossed it on the counter, giggling to yourself as you retreated from his grasp and started heading for the bath. “I’m going to wash off. If you want to join me, feel free.”

“An excuse to see you naked? All in!” he joked loudly, making a mock sad face when you shushed him over your shoulder. Even if your walls were a bit more soundproof than the last flat you’d shared, you still didn’t feel like the neighbors would enjoy hearing about you naked at 2 am. “What? Is it a crime to see my girlfriend buck-naked?”

“It should be a crime to use the term buck-naked,” you groaned, grabbing two towels out of the linen closet before you made your way into the bathroom, Roger close behind and attempting to multitask as he started stripping out of his shirt. That led him to running straight into the doorframe, which made you bust out laughing as you turned the shower on.

“Not funny,” he grumbled, rubbing his shoulder as he tugged his shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it into the hamper. You just giggled some more and stripped out of your clothes, Roger ridding himself of the rest of his. When you nodded towards the shower, he whined before stepping in and letting you rinse the mud off of him with the shower head. “Babe, I feel like a 5 year old with you washing my hair like this.”

“Remind me who literally jumped into a mud puddle because he got a few pounds to do so?” you teased, Roger whining some more but leaning into your touch as you scrubbed at his hair, shaking your head and grinning. “We can take a bath after this.”

“Oh my God, a bath sounds so good right now,” he groaned, closing his eyes as the water ran over his face. “Can we take a bubble bath? I’d like a bubble bath.”

“We can take a bubble bath,” you confirmed, Roger cheering for a moment but quickly stopping when he felt his foot slip a little bit. But of course, he overacted it and flailed his arms, wrapping them around your waist and pressing against you. Pretending to be scared, he started taking deep breaths, but failed miserably at hiding a stupid, drunken grin that made you want to kiss him a million times over. “You trying out acting now too?”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied, pecking your forehead before letting go of you to let you finish rinsing him off.

“Don’t quit your day job,” you joked, making him grumble in response as you rinsed the last of the mud out of his hair before turning the shower head on yourself and handing it to him. In retaliation, he sprayed the water directly in your face for just a second, making you gasp and blindly smack his hand away as you tried to wipe the water out of your eyes. “I should have expected that,” you sputtered as Roger laughed gleefully at himself, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

“I love you,” he reminded you as he began to rinse out the little bit of mud that had gotten in your hair. As he focused, he pulled his tongue in between his teeth and furrowed his eyebrows just a bit, a little tic he’d picked up over the years that you thoroughly enjoyed. It made him look not quite so serious when he tried to do something – as much as you loved seeing him look all serious and smart, goofy Roger was by far the most entertaining of his personalities, and goofy Roger was in full effect tonight.

“Love you too, Roggie.” He grinned at the use of Roggie, then handed the showerhead back to you to signal he was done. Putting the showerhead back up, you switched the water over to the faucet, grabbing the bubble bath from the cupboard next to the shower before sinking to sit with Roger, who was stopping the drain. “Your bubble bath, sir.”

He eagerly received the bottle from you, popping the cap open and grinning like a madman as he proceeded to pour almost half of the entire bottle out under the running water. You had to stop him, grabbing the bottle back from him and laughing as he tried to defend himself. “I said I wanted a bubble bath!” he cried out, making you alternate between laughing and shushing him as you put the bottle back outside the bath before leaning against the other side of the tub, resting your arms on the edges and looking across at him with a fake playful glare. “You’re so far away,” he whined when he finally switched focus away from the bubbles, giving you the saddest puppy dog eyes he could manage as bubbles quickly began to fill the tub.

“Then come ‘ere,” you replied, patting the slowly rising water between your legs, and he obliged, sliding over so he was resting between your legs and laying back against your chest. Both of you just sat in silence for a while, letting the water rise until it was foaming at your chests – then, you stopped the water before wrapping your arms around Roger’s neck from behind, just resting there lazily with him.

“God, I’m tired,” he murmured, resting his head back on your shoulder as he closed his eyes, relaxing more. “You’re such a good pillow.”

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, blondie, I can’t carry you back to the bed,” you laughed softly, kissing his temple as he groaned softly, not wanting to move because of how warm it was. And you knew the feeling – the warmth of the water enveloping the two of you was lulling you off into drowsiness, the bubbles only adding to the sensation as you watched them rise and fall against Roger’s chest with every movement of yours, the action causing a few bubbles to gather on his skin and making him glisten.

“Can you wash my hair again? It felt nice,” he mumbled, pressing a quick, lazy kiss to your jawline as he waited for your confirmation. When you affirmed the question, he slowly sat up a bit and hummed in appreciation as you grabbed his shampoo from the edge of the tub, putting some in your hands before methodically lathering it into his golden tresses.

“You like that, sleepyhead?” you asked, smiling when he nodded and sunk down into the water to rinse his head off. Popping back up after a few moments, you’d already retrieved his conditioner and you squirted an appropriate amount into your hand before starting to massage that into his hair, gaining another appreciative grunt from him. He leaned into your touch as you ran your fingers through his hair, gently pulling through knots and making sure you’d distributed the product to his liking. You knew he was partial about his hair, so you took extra care to make sure it was in there right before you patted his shoulder, letting him sink down to rinse it out again while you shampooed and rinsed your own hair.

“You’re a saint,” he said after resurfacing, turning around so he was cross-legged and facing you. When he saw that you were conditioning your hair already, he pouted a bit and reached out to help you, pushing your hands out of the way. “I could have returned the favor.”

“S’okay, Rog, I don’t love you any less for it,” you giggled softly, watching him smile sleepily a bit as he helped work the last of the product into your hair before you dipped it below the water again, rinsing it off and wringing it out when you returned to a sitting position.

Roger was still watching you when you opened your eyes, albeit sleepily, and the dreamy glazed look in his baby blues made you blush lightly as you grabbed a small handful of bubbles, pressing it to his nose. He chuckled, doing the same for you, then leaned in for a quick, messy kiss before he was resting between your legs again, just leaning forward against you this time and resting his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re not mad at me for making the floor dirty, are you?” he mumbled into your neck as you pulled the drain stopper string up with your feet, letting the water start to drain.

“I mean, I’ll probably be mad tomorrow, but right now? No,” you murmured, nuzzling his hair and rubbing his back as you closed your eyes, relishing in the last few moments of peace before you had to get him dressed and to bed while ignoring his drunk flirting. You’d been with Roger for several years now and it never failed – every time he came home drunk, he’d always flirt with you like it was the first time he’d ever met you. It was a cute quirk, a bit annoying sometimes when he’d had too much to drink, but you hadn’t gotten tired of it yet.

When the water had finally drained, you stopped rubbing his back and gently squeezed his side to indicate that it was time to get up, which was met with a series of whines and protests from him as he crawled to his feet, climbing out of the tub with you and grabbing a towel to dry himself off. You did the same, moving out of reach of where he could towel snap you as you made your way back to the bedroom.

And of course, he followed, wolf whistling when you opened the closet and pulled out a baggy shirt of his to wear. “Look at you,” he said in a sing-song tone, resting his hands on your hips from behind and trying to make you sway with him as you only rolled your eyes playfully, handing him a pair of boxers and gently nudging him away.

“I’ve got a boyfriend, thank you,” you replied, pulling on the baggy shirt before retrieving a pair of underwear and tugging those on as well. He took the hint, moving over to dry his hair as he only looked at you from afar with a sly smile, watching you braid your hair in the mirror as his unbelievably loud hair dryer probably woke up the whole complex.

“I’ll be your boyfriend, baby,” he said after he’d gotten his hair dried, trying to saunter over to you seductively but only getting an eye roll and a nod towards the bed. “Oh, straight to the bed? You’re naughty.”

“Roger, shut up,” you laughed, climbing under the covers and pulling them back for him as he slunk in next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. Both of you smelled heavenly, Roger taking a deep inhale as he smiled pleasantly, burying his face in your neck again and snuggling close. You pulled the covers over the both of you, wrapping an arm around him lazily as you felt sleep quickly overtaking the both of you.

As if on cue, Roger yawned to confirm the heavy weight already pressing on him, but just as you were dozing off, you could hear Roger murmur softly. “Do you love me?”

“Yes, Rog.”

Silence. “Okay, good. G’night.”

“Goodnight, Rog.”

More silence, then another murmur. “Oh, I love you too.”

“That’s wonderful, babe.”

An immediate reaction from him this time. “That didn’t sound very sincere. Say it back.”

“I just said it.”

“Say it!”

“Oh my god, Roger, I love you, go to sleep!”

A final silence. “Love you too.”

“Jesus Christ.”

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And They Were Soulmates 2 - Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor

Summary: After you leave Roger out of fear, he wants to hunt you down while he’s still in the city. However, Freddie has other plans for him, and he realize he might never see you again.

Word Count: 3371

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: So I made the reader a ballerina, and I hope it isn’t confusing! I’ve wanted to write a ballerina for awhile now so I hope you like it as much as I do!! Please leave feedback! Also excuse anything about ballet I only vaguely know what I’m talking about! It might be a lil boring but gets better at the end!!

You woke up the next morning, the rain still pouring down over your small town in Illinois. You laid there for a few minutes, staring up at ceiling, as you processed what had happened last night. With a heavy sigh, you swung your legs over and stepped onto the cold hardwood floor, sending a shiver through your body. As you were headed to go make breakfast, you felt a tingle on the back of your shoulder. You didn’t want to look anymore, you didn’t want to know what he was singing. However, you still ended up turning on your heel, heading toward to the bathroom.

With your back facing the mirror, you swiftly took off your pajama shirt, leaving the top half of you exposed to the coldness of your bathroom. You squinted as you looked over your shoulder, struggling to read the lyrics backwards as they appeared on your shoulder. As you understood them, you read them aloud. “Love of my life… You’ve hurt me.” You mumbled, a frown forming on your face. You knew this song, he’s sung it a few times but not recently. They didn’t even sing it last night. Words continued to scribble on your back. “You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me.” You read, and it came out as a whisper.  

You felt your chest tighten; you knew he was singing this to you, knowing you’d see it. You pursed your lips and you shook your head as you threw your pajama shirt, back on, not wanting to see it anymore. It was painful to know that you had left him and that he wanted to meet you, but you couldn’t possibly be enough.

The phone began to ring, and with a sigh you answered it. You could still feel the lyrics scribbling out on your back. “Hello?” You said into the phone.

“Hey Y/N, I’m about to leave the house to pick you up, are you ready for our big show tonight?” Kathleen said, excitement in her voice.

“We’ve performed it before Kath, what do you mean big show?” You said in a monotone voice.

“I don’t know I was just trying to get you excited for something. I know you’re still moping about your soulmate!”

“I am not!” You said defensively. You heard her huff over the phone.

“Y/N, I can hear it your voice, and I get it, but I just want to you to be happy tonight. You love performing.” Kathleen said. There was a silence for a moment since you hadn’t said anything in response.

“He sang to me this morning.” You said softly. “He sang ‘Love of My Life.’ And I hate it because I can tell he’s hurting too, but I can’t do it Kath, I can’t face him.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Let’s just head to rehearsals so you aren’t late, okay?”

                                                        ***

After you had tapped your ankles and put on your black leotard and tights, you tied your ballet slippers on. You had your work cut out for you in this ballet; You danced for the parts of Odile/Odette, two big characters in the ballet Swan Lake. You started ballet at a young age and hated it at first, but as you worked harder and grew older, it became your passion. Now, you worked hard enough to achieve your dreams, and danced in Swan Lake. Swan Lake was intense, not only did you have to dance perfectly and the perfect technique, you had to also be in touch with your emotions. You had yet to perfect your performance to your standards, always facing the issue of facial expressions.

Kathleen always danced in the Dance of the Little Swans, with three other dancers, which was a challenge in itself. All four of them had to be in sync, perfectly matching one another.

There was a lot of pressure and expectations with Ballet, and that’s why you loved it, because you wanted to exceed people’s expectations, you knew you could. And this where it’d come back to your soulmate, why you ran from him; you knew you couldn’t exceed your expectations.

You stood up, fully dressed in your rehearsal attire, Kathleen waiting for you dressed in her own. She held her arm to you, which you gladly took as you two headed down to the stage. Your other friend, Michael, who played the prince and you danced a good amount of the show with grinned. You tuned out the choreographer as he began to go over notes for tonight’s show. With you having such a large part in the show, it would’ve made sense to listen; but you didn’t care, and you’d heard this speech ten times already. “Did you meet your soulmate last night?” He whispered, leaning down to your ear. Michael had been waiting to hear of how your concert had gone.

“Sort of? I don’t know… I kind of ran out before we had the chance to talk.” You said in a hushed voice.

“What? Why?” He demanded quietly.

“Look okay, I–“ You were at a loss for words, unsure how to explain it to him. “My soulmate was Roger Taylor.” You sighed out.

“No way!” Michael yelled in disbelief, drawing everyone’s eyes to the two of you, even the choreographer's, who narrowed his eyes at the two of you.

“Oh shit…” You mumbled.

***

Roger was sitting on a couch in a hotel room, fidgeting with his hands as they discussed the next stop of the tour. They’d be leaving Chicago tomorrow for their next stop in America, and Roger wished he could stay longer and attempt to track down his soulmate. “What do you think Roger?” Freddie said, but Roger didn’t respond as he was lost in thought. “Roger!” Freddie repeated.

“Hm?” Roger said, finally looking up.

“You’re still thinking about her aren’t you?” Brian said, focusing on Roger’s expression.

“I don’t know what to do. I even sang her Love of My Life this morning,” He sighed, and Freddie scoffed at the thought of him using another one of his songs. Roger continued, “I don’t know how else to bloody reach her.”

“We could go out tonight, look at various places in the city it’s worth a try.” Brian suggested.

“That won’t work we have plans tonight darling! I got us all tickets to see a ballet tonight, it’s time you started appreciating the arts.” Freddie grinned.

“Fred, we’re in a band, and we perform nearly every night. Don’t think we already appreciate the arts?” John questioned, giving Freddie a confused stare.

“Well you see, ballet is different from our music and our style. We’re wild and loud, and have our own style, while ballet is elegant, soothing, graceful… It’s a different form of art.” Freddie said, grinning at John.

“I hate ballet, and I need to be out there looking for my soulmate!” Roger argued, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“See what I mean? That’s not very appreciative.” Freddie sighed. “Plus, Rog, this girl clearly doesn’t want to be found.”

Roger shook his head, and thought for a moment. “Which ballet are we going to see then?”

Freddie gave him a smile. “The Sleeping Beauty.”

                                                         ***

After rehearsals and lunch, it was nearly time to get ready for the ballet. Kathleen helped you put your makeup on, and pulled your hair back into a tight bun. “Are you ready for tonight?”

“I suppose…” You sighed.

“Well you’re answer should be a yes…Michael told me there’s going to be some big names in the crowd tonight, so you’ve got to perform your best.”

After you had helped Kathleen with her hair and makeup, you slipped into your intricate, swan costume, with an elegant white tutu. You clipped the feather hairpiece on with ease, and you looked in the mirror, a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach. You could hear the music start on stage, which meant that Act I Scene I was beginning. You weren’t due on the stage until Scene II, so you were able to add a few more finishing touches to your costume. The black swan costume hung up on the rack, ready for you to slip into between performances.

                                                        ***

Freddie handed the tickets he had purchased earlier to the booth. “We have four tickets for The Sleeping Beauty.” He smiled.

The woman in the booth gave him a confused frown. “Tonight is Swan Lake, not The Sleeping Beauty. I’m sorry there must’ve been a mix up, it says your tickets are for Swan Lake… Is that alright?”

Freddie just shrugged. “Sure.”

The woman ripped up the tickets and handed them back. “Swan Lake is just as good, and we have some amazing Ballerinas this year.”

Freddie passed the tickets out, and Roger sighed, wishing he was out somewhere else, looking for his soulmate.

Scene I was just about over, and you awaited on the side for Scene II to begin. You feared that your nerves would get the best of you. The music started, and Michael ran out onto the stage, dancing perfectly to the music.

You readied yourself for your introduction into the ballet. Michael held up a crossbow to you as you made your entrance from across the stage, the nerves fading away as you stepped onto the stage. You didn’t dare look at the audience, and instead kept your focus on Michael.

You played perfectly into your emotions as you never had before, matching perfectly what Odette was feeling.

Roger hated to admit how intriguing ballet was to him, and he watched the swan, Odette, on the stage dance around the other swans. It wasn’t until after she had paused that he recognized her. He was left breathless as he watched you gracefully dance across the stage. He knew it was you, even as you faded into the group of swans dressed exactly like you. Roger couldn’t forget your face. He watched you, his eyes never leaving you

Even with all the rumors of high profile people in attendance making you nervous, you danced your best. The women all dressed in white dance elegantly and gracefully around as you danced with Michael. You could feel heart beating in your chest for the entirety of the show. And before you knew it, the curtain fell and it was time for intermission. You ran to Michael pulling him in for a hug as you squealed. “You did perfect Michael, this is our best performance yet!”

He lifted you up and spun you around. “I know, and did you see who was out there?”

“No, who is it? Whose our celebrity in the crowd?” You said, smiling.

“I swear I saw Freddie Mercury Y/N! And it’d make sense because they played in Chicago last night, you were there!” Michael said with an excited smile on his face. You froze, and felt your chest tighten out of fear. Your face went pale. Michael frowned. “Hey, Y/N, are you okay?”

Kathleen walked up next to you, a frown her face. “What’s up with her? It looks like she’s seen a ghost!” Kathleen exclaimed.

“Is he here?” You murmured to yourself. “He can’t be…” You shook your head.

“Y/N, speak up. What did you say?” Kathleen said.

“My soulmate… Roger… Is he here Michael?” You said, your voice shaky.

“I’d assume so, but I’m not sure, I didn’t get a good look at the audience…”

“I’ve got to go…” You said looking for the nearest exit as you began to panic.

“Hey!” Kathleen grabbed your shoulders. “Focus. You still have half of the show, you can do this. Now let’s go get you ready for the Black Swan.”

On the other side of the curtains, Roger himself was freaking out. “It’s her, the swan! That’s my soulmate!” He said excitedly, turning to his friends.

“You’re going to have to be a little more clear, there were about thirty swans on that stage, Rog.” Brian said sarcastically.

“The main swan, like the White Swan!”

“Odette?” Freddie asked.

“Yes, that’s her, I can recognize her from here.” Roger said. He lifted up the program to look under who was playing the White Swan, Odette, and underneath it had your name. “Y/N Y/L/N…” Roger said as if he was tasting a new type of dish. “That’s her name.”

“Intermission is over, Rog.” Freddie said, as the lights dimmed. Shortly after, the curtain drew.

The ballroom scene had begun, with many dancers dancing around gracefully in their elegant garments. Soon, you appeared on the stage, arm in arm with the sorcerer. Now instead of a white costume, it was now black, and you were the Black Swan, Odile. He recognized you immediately. Your eyes were smokier, and the once beautiful pure white tutu had been replaced with an elegant black one. The ballroom scene continued, as you danced with the Prince.

Before you knew it, Act III had begun, and you were back to being Odette, the Swan Princess. You danced across the stage with the other swans, doing your own spins. Your heart was beating out of your chest during every moment, you knew he was in the crowd. The Sorcerer came onto to the stage, followed by the Prince, and you were nearing the end of the ballet. The music intensified as did the scene.

You embraced the music and in turn the music took control. You found herself in a different world. A world of pain. A world of love.

Your movements flowed with a dazzling grace that took away the breath of every person in the audience. You could practically feel your soul become one with the music and you unleashed your emotions into her dance. You needed this as badly as You needed to breathe. Your entire being moved with a purposeful clarity. With each stride you made, it became more painfully obvious how much heart you put into your routine tonight and how punishing it was for you. But no one saw the tears you let roll down your round cheeks upon seeing your soulmate in the crowd, cracking under the pressure and letting your emotions get to you.

And then the music stopped, as you were wrapped in Michael’s arms, and the Sorcerer lay dead. Tears still streamed down your face, and you weren’t sure why. There was a thunderous applause as the curtains closed. They opened back up momentarily as you all took your bows, the crowds cheers growing more deafening.

You smiled up at the audience, finally seeing his face, and Roger was looking right at you in admiration. You never broke your gaze until the curtains drew to a close. Kathleen ran up and hugged you. “Y/N you did amazing! That was your best performance yet!”

“Thank you Kath, but I really need to go. Let’s go change.” You said, dragging her to do the dressing room. With haste, you slipped out of your tutu, and slipped off your ballet slippers. You threw on a blush-pink silk robe as more dancers came into the room to congratulate you. A girl, Dana, hugged you tight. “You’re going to go out with us after right? You have to, you did amazing Y/N.”

“I’m afraid I can’t not tonight, but thank you so much Dana.” You said giving a small smile.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” You heard a voice call from the doorway. You turned around still smiling and froze when you saw his face. He wasn’t dressed fancy or anything, and his blonde locks were a tad messy, but he still left you breathless. In his hand he held a bouquet of white roses. “I’m Roger Taylor.” He said, his baby blue eyes never leaving you.

You forced a smile to conceal your nerves as you took the flowers he held. “T-They’re beautiful.” You stammered clearing your voice. You looked around the room, to see many of the girls watching you two and practically drooling over Roger. “We should go somewhere more… Private.” You smiled weakly. You guided him out of the room, down to a dimly lit hallway, and then into a closet filled with old costumes.

“I bought those flowers off of a dad for fifty dollars. That’s the most I’ve ever spent on flowers.” Roger blurted out with a frown. He couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, which was odd for him since he was so used to being around a girls. But none of those girls were his soulmate. The dim closet was silent except for your breathing for a moment. “Why did you run off last night?” He said bluntly, breaking the silence..

“I…” You were at a loss for words. “I got scared, freaked out…” You only shook your head. “I’m sorry.”

“Why? I thought it was an amazing way to meet my soulmate!”

You took in a sharp breath as you heard him call you his soulmate. It suddenly became a lot more real, and you decided to do all you knew how to do: Run. “I’m sorry.” You breathed out, as you reached for the door, and took off.

“Hey, wait!” Roger ran after you, grabbing your wrist before you got too far. “Why were you afraid?”

“I can’t tell you.” You frowned.

“Why?” Roger said, clearly starting to get upset. He didn’t want to scare you, but he couldn’t just let you go again.

“It’s embarrassing, alright?” You huffed.

Roger rolled his eyes. “Try me, I don’t care.”

“I was afraid…” You paused, looking down at your feet which were still bare. “I was afraid you’d be disappointed… That I was your soulmate.”

“Are you joking? How could I be disappointed? Do you know what you just did on that stage? It was bloody amazing!” Roger exclaimed. He lifted you up and spun you around as Michael had earlier. “Promise me you won’t leave me again, I want the chance to get to know you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t hide the wide smile on your face. “Roger…” You laughed.

“Promise me!” Roger laughed taking your free hand that wasn’t holding the roses.

“Alright, I promise.” You sighed. “Where do we go from here?” You frowned.

“Well, I could just take out to dinner… If that’s alright with you?” Roger grinned.

“Of course, let me just change out of this robe…” You said, looking down at your improper attire. You headed to the dressing room, quickly changed into your sweater and striped pants, and finally letting your hair out of the tight bun. Loose waves draped over your back. You grabbed your bag, and tapped Kathleen on the shoulder. “Hey Kath…” She turned around. “I don’t need a ride home I’m going out, I’ll see you tomorrow alright?”

Kathleen frowned. “With who?”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. “Don’t freak out… I’m going out with Roger.”

Before you knew it she was hugging you. “Oh my God, Y/N, I’m so happy for you!” Kathleen smiled at you.  “Go, have fun with your soulmate, and be safe!” She squealed.

“Thanks Kath, I’ll call you when I’m home.” You said, and couldn’t help but smile.

As you walked through the hall, you saw Dana talking to the guy who played the Sorcerer. “And they were soulmates!” She said, in disbelief.

“Oh my God, they were soulmates.” He mocked. You had a feeling they were talking about you and Roger. Roger stood at the end of the hallway, a grin on his face. He held his hand out to you.

“You know, I was afraid I’d never find you.” Roger said, as beamed down at you. You took his hand, and returned his smile.

“Of course you’d find me, we’re soulmates.” You said, grinning.

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[findtheloveofmylife]

Something Stupid (III)

Pairing: Roger Taylor x OC (Lily Hathaway)

Summary: He was not the type to pine or whatever you wanted to call it. It usually was the opposite, they pined for him, they wanted to be with him, which is probably why he was way out of his element with her.

Author’s Note: I uploaded later than expected (I went to the snow and there was no internet there) but its here, just like I promised. Because of the holidays, I specifically wrote this for this occasion. Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it, and to those that don’t have a wonderful day!

(also these chapters keep getting longer and longer. I’m sorry? but I just have a lot to write about these twos.) (and also, someone mentioned in the comments about how this fic reminds them of “Just What I Needed” by the Cars and oh my god, I see it! If you want to tell me more songs that remind you of this story or just in general, please do! I would more than love that!)

Part I // Part II // Part III // Part IV

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Holliday’s had the tendency of making people overly sentimental. Roger could admit that he was one of those people. Which is probably why Christmas could have been what first made him start looking at Lily in a different light (although he didn’t know it at the time).

“This is stupid,” he had grumbled when Freddie had announced few weeks before Christmas that they were going to be doing Secret Santa. He hadn’t participated in those holidays games since grade school and wasn’t interest to do it as an adult.

But no matter how much he grumbled and argued, everyone ignored him and started writing their names in pieces in papers. After they were finished, Freddie placed all their names in Lily’s hat (that woman was always bloody cold, she needed to go see a doctor) and proceeded to pass it around to everyone.

“The name you pick is the one you’re stuck with. No exchanging names,” he warned them, giving Brian a look.

“What if you get yourself?” Roger asked when Freddie passed him the hat and reluctantly picked a name.

“Then get yourself something nice,” Lily told him, who already got her name and was folding her paper, slipping it in her jean pocket. “Like a nice pair of shoes.”

“You think that’s what I would get myself?” he asked, offended at what a shitty gift she had suggested.

“Socks?” she guessed. He made a face that she reciprocated. While he his hatred toward Lily had dissolved once his car door had been fixed, he still tended to end up bickering with her about pretty much anything. “Oh, I know, pants.”

“I’d rather get nothing than that.”

“Okay, I think that's everyone,” Freddie said, interrupting them. “Remember the rules, no changing names unless you got yourself, don’t go below the budget but you can go over if you want and we exchange gifts on Christmas Eve.”

“This is going to be fun,” Lily said, grinning at John.

Thankfully, Roger didn’t get himself. Instead, he had gotten Brian, which honestly relieved him. He would be easy to buy his gift than if Roger were to have gotten Freddie or Mary. He tried to gauge the expression of everybody, hoping to identify who got him but everyone seemed to be doing a pretty good job at hiding who they got.

“Who’d you get?” Roger asked the first person who he could get when they were heading out, which happened to be Lily.

“Hmmm, let me see,” she said and pulled out her paper. Roger was leaning in to take a peak when she pushed his face with her hand. “It’s none of your business that’s what.”

“Come on,” he groaned, following her. “If you tell me who you got, I’ll tell you who I got.”

“God, why are you such a child?”

“And why are you such a bore?”

“I am not a bore. I am the kind of girl that you wish would attend your parties.”

Roger laughed loudly. He was pretty sure they were now talking about a different person. Roger hadn’t realized he had been walking towards Lily’s car until they reached it.

“You got John didn’t you?” he asked as she opened the door.

She squinted at him. “Don’t tell me you got John?”

“Did we both get John?”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past John to pull some shit like that. One time he managed to convince me that I didn’t buy him a birthday present when I had. Bastard.”

Changing his techniques, Roger quickly snatched the hat from her head. She yelped and looked ready to lunge at him, but thought better and stayed put in her spot. “I’ll give it back if you tell me who you got,” he bargained.

“I’m not telling you who I got,” she said flatly, and extended her hand, making him groan and handed her back her hat.

“You’re no fun.”

“You’re an asshole,” she said, getting in the car, and slamming the door shut. He shook his head at her in disbelief as she drove away. Once she was gone, he sighed, realizing that he didn’t get a clue on who got him and was going to walk back to his car. Guess that’s what he got for making a point to park on the other side whenever Lily was there.

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Christmas Eve soon came upon them, and Roger found himself with everyone cramped in Mary’s living room, exchanging their Secret Santa gifts. Naturally, Freddie demanded to go first.

“For the love of my life,” Freddie said and handed his gift to a beaming Mary. He gave her a long kiss which made Lily give them a wolf whistle. Roger laughed, making Lily look over at him.

“Nice hat,” he mouthed, pointing to her Santa hat she had chosen to wear that evening. It matched her red dress, that he had tempted to make a comment when he had seen her but stopped himself with the warning look John threw him.

“Thank you,” she said, completely choosing to ignore his sarcasm. After Mart finished marveling the beautiful dress that Freddie had given her, she then gave her gift to John, who then gave his gift to Freddie.

“I’ll go next,” Brian offered, who was closest to Freddie. He picked up his gift, stood up and went towards Lily’s direction. “Happy Christmas, Lils.”

“Thank you, Brian,” she said, standing up and taking his gift. Without a warning, she pulled Brian into a tight hug, and Brian’s surprised expression made everyone laugh. Everyone had quickly learned that Lily was a hugger, but was still taken back at the intensity of them. Once she realized him, Brian went back to his seat and Lily opened his gift.

“Oh, my goodness,” she laughed in delight when she saw the gift and looked at Brian. “Where did you get these?”

“A friend of mine,” Brian answered vaguely.

“You have more friend than us?” Freddie asked, making John cackle loudly. Brian threw a pillow in their direction.

“Books?” Roger asked skeptically when he got a good look at Lily’s gift.

“Yes, books,” Lily said. “Psychology books that I have been wanting forever but have been too cheap to buy for myself.”

“You’re fun,” he muttered, earning him a pillow to the head.

“Thank you, Brian,” she said again.

“I’m glad you like them,” Brian said, looking pleased with herself. When she turned to pull out her gift, Brian leaned in and whispered to Roger, “You have no idea how panicked I was when I got her.”

“Could’ve gotten her scarfs. That’s what I got her, that woman is always bloody cold,” he muttered, making Brian laugh.

“Alright, my turn,” Lily practically sang, smiling widely, holding her gift, which was neatly wrapped with a huge bow in the middle. It should’ve been obvious for Roger who she got but still was a little surprised when she went towards him. He stood up when she reached him. “Happy Christmas, Roger,” she said sincerely.

“Thank you,” he said, taking her gift from her hands. He glanced at it and then at her, and went to give her a quick hug, but of course, Lily was having none of that. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.

“We should go outside and have a cigarette after this is over,” she whispered in his ear. She let him go before he could respond and went back to her seat. He weighted the gift, trying to figure out what it could possibly be.

“Open it,” Mary ordered.

“I’m going to, calm down,” he said and reluctantly ripped the wrapping paper. He found a box and felt a slight dread. She got him shoes, he was almost certain. So, imagine his surprise when he opened the box and found three pairs of sunglasses. “Huh,” he said.

“What is it?” Brain peered and grinned at him. “Look at that. Haven’t you been complaining that you wanted a new pair of sunglasses.”

“I have,” he admitted, picking one of them and trying them on. The sunglasses were really nice, one of them was even one he had been contemplating on getting for a while. He took them off and looked at Lily, giving her a smile. “Thank you, Lily. These are great.”

“You’re welcome,” she said and something about her nonchalant response made him suspicious. He had expected her to be more... enthusiastic or at least annoying about it. Go on about how lucky he was to get her. And then there was her whisper about going outside after this.

Yeah, she was definitely getting him back for switching her drinks from the last party.

“That leaves you, Roger.”

“Oh, right,” he said and grabbed his gift. He handed it to Brian. “Hope you like it, mate.”

Brian had liked to his gift, a small telescope, and after they had finished the Secret Santa, they exchanged others gifts they had bought for each other. Freddie gave Mary jewelry, Brian gave Roger a bottle of whiskey, Lily gave John a few dress shirts and many more gifts were exchanged. Halfway through, Roger excused himself for a smoke break. He sat on the ledge of the window, and after a few minutes of smoking alone, Lily joined him, holding a gift bag with her.

“Hello, hello,” she said and took a seat next to him. Because of the small size of the windows, their shoulders were tightly pressed against each other.

“Where’s the hat?” He pointed to her bare head.

“Deacy’s wearing it for me.”

“I bet you look better with it.”

“I don’t know,” she said, looking thoughtful. “Deacy is making it work better than I have.”

“Hmm,” he nodded and took a drag from his cigarette.

“Do you have another cigarette?” she asked him.

“Yeah, hold on,” he said and pulled out a packet and a lighter, handing it to her.

“Ooh, its new,” Lily said, grinning at him, taking one and lighting it. She took a drag and sighed contently.

“You don’t usually smoke,” he commented, finding it strange to see her holding a cigarette.

“No, I do, but not as much as you guys do. Only on special occasions.”

“Is this a special occasion? Is this why you wanted to get me alone? Wait, do you want to shag?” he said, giving her a suggestive look.

She patted his cheek. “Sometimes I wonder what goes inside your head when you talk.”

“You didn’t say no.”

She rolled her eyes and then turned to her right, picking up the gift bag. “Listen, we don’t talk a lot and when we do, its just to bicker. Frankly, I feel that’s because you’re still plotting my murder because of what I did to your car,” she said, her hands nervously fiddling with the present.

“Don’t remind me,” he said wryly, which made her wince apologetically. That made him smile. He had long gotten over it but she didn’t need to know that. Which is probably why, months after the incident, and she still seemed hung up on the accident.

“Anyways, when I got your name, I was pretty excited. I wanted to get you something extra in case that was still in the back of your mind.”

“So, you’re trying to bribe me?” he clarified.

“No, that sounds horrible. I’m just trying to be nice,” she said, pretending to be outraged. “But, hypothetically, if that were the case, I wonder if this would work.”

He looked at her doubtfully as he gingerly grabbed the bag. Dropping his cigarette, and stepping on it, he opened it and saw that inside was a red-orange leather jacket. He took it out, staring at it, loss of words.

“Do you hate it?” Lily asked anxiously, misinterpreting his silence as a bad sign.

“No,” he said loudly, startling Lily. “No, I... how did… this must have cost a lot.”

“So, you don’t hate it?”

“Not bad, Hathaway,” he said, nodding his approval.

She beamed, obviously pleased with herself. “I know right? I saw it and I knew this would be perfect for you. Try it on. I am positive it fits you, but I just need to double check.”

Roger sighed heavily. “Do I have to?”

“Yes,” she said smacking his shoulder lightly. “Now try it on.”

He stood up from the ledge and made a huge show on putting on the jacket and modeling it for Lily. She stood up and smiled.

“Yes, this looks very nice,” she murmured, smoothing out creases on Rogers’ shoulder.

“Of course it looks nice, I’m wearing it.”

She made a face. “Always the modest one.”

He laughed but smiled at her genuinely. “I appreciate this gift, Lily. You didn't have to get it. I don't hate you,” he said seriously.

“Oh, I know you don't hate me, but I’ve learned that you do like to lean into the dramatics. Which is probably why you and Freddie get along so well. Honestly, I don’t know who’s the bigger hysterical queen, you or Freddie? My money's on the guy that throws things whenever he doesn’t get his way.”

“Because it's almost Christmas I’m going to chose to ignore that comment.”

“Bet you’re happy you got me as Secret Santa, right?”

And there it was, the smugness. But it didn’t matter what he thought, he didn’t get a chance to tell her. At that moment, someone called out Lily’s name. Both turned around to see a tall man, standing by the fence, waving at them.

“Matt? What are you doing here?” Lily asked in surprised but rushed over to him, jumping into his arms. Seeing that she didn’t scream at this stranger presence, he assumed that he was her boyfriend.

“I wanted to see you,” the boyfriend said. Roger had to hide his derisive cough when he heard an American accent. Lily’s American boyfriend explained her tendency to use American terms.

“You saw me today in the morning,” Lily reminded him but sounded pleased.

“Yeah, but that’s too long. And you said you came with John, I figured you needed a ride back.”

“Really? That’s why you’re here?” she asked skeptically.

“Yeah, and also I wanted to convince you to come and join me with my parents.”

“Matt,” she started but he interrupted her.

“I know, I know you had plans for today but tomorrow you’re free.”

“I’m going to be with John.”

“In the afternoon,” he argued. “And my parents are...”

Roger decided to tune out their conversation, not interested in hearing the hardships of compromising and lit another cigarette.

“Alright,” he heard Lily said, making him look over them. “Let me just go inside to get my things and go say goodbye to everyone.”

She started to run off inside, when she stopped, looked over to Roger, who raised his hand as if to say he was still there.

“Shit, I am so rude,” she said and reached over to drag her boyfriend towards Roger, “but Matt, this is Roger, he’s in John's band. Roger, this is Matt, my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you,” the American said, extending his hand. Roger shook it firmly and felt him tightened his grip.

“Pleasure,” he said shortly and let it go. Lily glanced between the two men, an unreadable expression on her face. When Roger caught her eye, she seemed to make up her mind.

“Be right back,” she said and sprinted back inside, leaving Roger and the boyfriend alone.

“Got another one?” the American asked, nodding to Rogers cigarette.

“Sorry, last one,” Roger said, shrugging.

“Ah, it's alright.” The American heaved a sighed and just when Roger thought they were going to sit in silence, he spoke up again. “What were you and Lily doing outside?” he asked curiously.

“Smoke break,” he said shortly, raising his cigarette.

“Oh, right.”

Roger was thankful that it didn’t take Lily too long to collect her things and say her goodbyes because he had no intention to make small talk with her American. She appeared a minute later, looking flushed and carried a handful of gifts. The American rushed to her side and took half of the baggage.

“I was wondering where did the hat go,” the American commented, the Santa hat back on Lily’s head. She shrugged and nudged him to the car. “Oh, Merry Christmas,” he called out to Roger.

“Yeah, you too,” Roger said.

“Happy Christmas, Roger,” Lily told him, stopping in front of him.

“Happy Christmas,” he said, and his eyes darted to Lily’s boyfriend, that was already putting her things in his car. “American, really?” he said in a low voice earning an annoyed look from her.

“Goodbye, Roger,” she said and went to join her boyfriend. He watched her get in the car and didn’t look away until the car was out of his sight. Roger looked down at the jacket and felt the material under his fingertips. It was a really nice gift, one that he did not expect getting from Lily. But he had come to realize, that with Lily, he never knew what to expect from her.

He should’ve known that was probably what started it all.

[spideyy-girl]

Speak Now - Bucky Barnes (AU)

Request: Do you do any song fics? If you do, could you please do a Bucky Barnes fanfic with Speak now or Angel with a shotgun with a college/roomate Bucky??

Summary: based on the song Speak Now by Taylor Swift (i suck at descriptions as you know so imma leave it at that just read it)

Warnings: lil bit of angst, wedding crashing, some fluffy at the end ;)

Word Count: 2769 (7.6 pages)

Date: September 26th, 2018

A/N: YES!! I DO TAKE SONG FIC REQUESTS. I actaully love them to be honest. SO feel free to send some. Sorry I haven’t been updating and thanks for being patient with me school just started a few weeks ago and that’s always shot haha yay. But I’m back on track! Hope you guys like (Also one of my older imagines but it’s not too bad I guess haha)

I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl

Bucky Barnes has been my best friend since sophomore year in high school. We met at Phys Ed, where I had surprisingly outrun him, which almost never happened. It was bound to be ever since. 

In recent years I had even begun to develop a crush on the long-haired man, well, at least it was at first just innocent. I didn’t even realise I was falling until I hit my head hard on the ground. What would cause such an awakening, you might ask? 

“He’s getting married,” Steve Rogers, our neighbour and Bucky’s roommate said, looking almost depressed about what should have been happy news. But how could anyone be happy? Especially with Carli Anne Johnson, the biggest princess bitch in town, in fact, maybe even the world. The bowl of ice cream you had in your hand was dropped out of pure shock, devastation, anger.

“H-h-he, w-what?” You asked, trying to contain yourself. You were never one to show any signs of weakness. “To that bitch?! I can’t even look at her without wanting to rip my eyeballs out. And he never even told me!” I started yelling, pulling at the strands of your Y/H/C hair. Steve nodded solemnly.

“I know, which is why I came here.” He said looking at you, grabbing your shoulders with his strong hands. “You can’t let him marry the wrong girl, we all know that it can’t be her he spends the rest of his life with, especially you.”

And that’s how I got here, about to crash my best friend’s wedding, and hopefully win him back. I couldn’t let him marry the wrong girl.

I sneak in and see your friends

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

And she is yelling at a bridesmaid

Somewhere back inside a room wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.

Steve helped me sneak inside the venue, Bucky had asked him to be his Best Man anyways. I see the giant hall at the end of the corridor, plastered in white ribbons, streamers, and other decoratives. There was an expensive looking velvet carpet with gold trimmings rolled down the aisle all the way up to the altar. I could see some of my fellow classmate’s and some of the football team, Bucky’s friends, sitting in the pews. On the other side of the grand hall, I could see the Johnson family, all dressed to the nine’s in beautiful pastel pinks, purples, blues, and yellows, while the men wore sharp black tuxes.

As I walk further down, I can hear screaming. I knew that voice. Actually, this yelling often occurred right in front of my face, targeted at me. Carli’s tan face would start to turn red, the colour not suiting very well with her perfectly curled platinum blonde hair and sparkling baby blue eyes. 

I peeked into the room to see the exact image I thought of playing out right in front of me. It was odd seeing it from a different angle. She was yelling at her little sister, Lizzy, who looked like a rose pink pastry. I felt awful for the young girl, to have such a monstrous being as a sibling. What did Bucky ever see in her? Sure, she was gorgeous, but that shouldn’t have mattered.

“Stop being such a little shit, Elizabeth. Last I recalled today was my special day, not yours. I’m the one getting married, not you!” Carli screamed at the quivering girl, her spit flying into her face, the fat tears rolling down her face slightly smudging her makeup. “Not like anyone would ever want to marry you anyways. You’re not even that pretty.”

“But Carls, all I asked for is if you could help me with my hair and makeup since I figured you're the expert at this.” Lizzy reasoned, trying her best to look strong and stop crying. “I just wanted to spend some time with you! I never see you anymore!”

“Thank God,” Carli mumbled, though it was still clear as to what she had said. “I don’t even know how I survived with you for, like, ten years. I’m happy I’m getting away from all you losers. Now, why don’t you go and fix yourself up, you look like a trainwreck.” She stomped off to the attached door to the dressing room when she finished.

This is surely not what you thought it would be

I lose myself in a daydream, where I stand and say

I drag my eyes away from the young teenager and continue onto my path towards the grand hall where the ceremony will be held. My mind didn’t even process what I was doing, where I was going, the events about to happen. My nerves started to crash over me like a raging tidal wave. I was walking in the open, not stopping to think if anyone had seen me or are about to. Then I felt a tight grip on my arm, pulling me into a small room on the side.

I was about to scream but I felt a rough hand cover my mouth, muffling the sound. Dread rippled through my body as my eyes widened and breath hitched.  Oh no, I thought to myself. Please don’t let it be him, please don’t let it be Bucky. 

The hand was lifted when they were sure I wasn’t going to screech at the top of my lungs and turned me around. Thank God, it was Steve. He looked a bit worried, and a bit terrified.

“You okay? You were sort of dozed off, walking around there.” He said, scanning you over. “ You’re lucky I caught you before someone else did. I just wanted to check if you remembered the plan.” I nodded, staying silent.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I said quietly, keeping my head down. “What if he really is happy with her? I would ruin his life.” Steve shook his head, shaking me.

“Have you seen him lately? A total mess, I’m telling you. Besides, I think he’s been dropping hints for a while now.” Steve encouraged me. “Why don’t we run through it?”

Don’t say yes, run away now

I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door

Don’t wait, or say a single vow

You need to hear me out, and they said Speak Now.

I went through a small speech I was supposed to give when I would barge in. I had so carefully written it to perfection, but now I could only remember bits and pieces. What was I thinking when I agreed to do this?!

I pretended as if Steve was Bucky and the crowd, but I couldn’t even say it in front of him, let alone like 500 other people. I told him where I planned to meet him if he did agree to run off with me, away from Carli, her stupid stuck up family, and apparently all the other troubles of the world.

I couldn’t let him say yes though. Although I would never admit it aloud, I realised the way Bucky had looked when she popped out of nowhere and stole him away from us for the rest of the day. If I let this ceremony go through, she’ll steal him away for the rest of our goddamn lives.

It’d hurt me too, seeing him run off with the girl he never loved. Not just because of my constantly growing feelings towards him, but that’s also the protective best friend side coming out of me. I couldn’t stand him not being happy, and living the rest of his sorry days with that thing.

Somewhere deep down, I hoped knew that it was supposed to be me up there in the flowing white gown and veil standing in front of him, a big smile adorned on my face as well as his. And he knew the exact same thing, pondering it just minutes before he got married off, but to the wrong girl.

Fun gestures are exchanged

And the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains

It seems that I was uninvited be you lovely bride to be

I hear excited whispered conversations that are soon cut off by the earth-rattling sound of the giant organ playing. The tune of ‘Here Comes the Bride’ was smoothly played out, as the small voices were silenced. The tune sounded depressing as if it were a funeral instead of a wedding.

Everyone turned their head to the back of the room, where I was standing just moments ago. I had hopped behind a velvet curtain matching the roll of carpet down the aisle when I heard the first chord of the organ.

I got a good look at everyone’s faces who had attended. As it seemed, there were a lot more familiar faces than I had counted. Mostly everyone from our year, and even quite a few from the ones below and above us. Of course, I wasn’t one of those individuals. I hadn’t gotten an invitation.

I wasn’t even informed of the engagement. My best mate’s engagement.

I wondered then if she had forced him not to send an invitation to me, or if I had possibly even slipped their minds. It was almost 100% not the latter. Surely Bucky would’ve said something if he was free to say it. Right? 

I’m distracted by my thoughts as my eyes land on the said boy. His long black waves were gelled back, other than a thin strand that hung loosely at the side of his face. It looked much different than his usual ponytail. He was dressed in a white tuxedo with a black button up underneath and a black bowtie. He had white pants to match his blazer, and shiny black loafers adorned on his feet.

But the most different thing about his look was the stern look on his face. He looked almost emotionless, not happy but not angry or disappointed either, it was nothingness. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that side of him, his signature flashy grin was always plastered to his slightly chapped lips, it was always his best feature. Without it, he looked like a lost soul.

She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen

But I know you wish it was, you wish it was me

Don’t you?

Right on queue, I heard the clicking of her six-inch heels, like she needed to be any taller anyways. Although I despised her more now that I ever did for the whole time I’ve known her, I can’t not say that she looked absolutely stunning. Her long, lacy white wedding gown dragged behind her for what seemed like miles, held by two of her bridesmaids at the end. her veil was laced, with small white flowers on the headpiece. Her white heels laced up to her knees, also covered in little flowers and butterflies. 

Although she was the devil in human form, I do see the reasoning as to looking past her ugly personality and to her beautiful exterior. In fact, there were many people who would accept her for just that. But not Bucky. Not my Bucky.

I looked at him, back up near the altar, and although I could tell he thought she did look stunning, that he felt guilty. Like he was thinking the same as me, imagining my face, my body, my persona in that flowing dress, those high heels, behind that veil.

She stepped up to stand in front of him, like any other normal wedding, when I noticed that she held the exact same expression as her fiancée. The nothingness. And then, the ceremony commenced.

I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold your peace

There’s the silence there’s my last chance

I stand with shaking hands all eyes on me

Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you

“If there are any objections, speak now, or forever hold your peace,” the priest says as he stands between the couple. Bucky looks around the room, almost hopeful that someone would stand up, but no one. Not yet anyway.

I look down at my hands, sweaty and shaking. I wipe them off on my lovely Y/F/C dress, and lightly grasp the soft material. I look up to see Steve looking back at me expectantly.

“This is your last chance!” He mouthed at me before winking and turning back to the front as if nothing had happened. I took a deep breath, before standing up from my place.

“I object!” I stated loudly, everyone in the room freezes, before turning towards me. Every single pair of eyes stared me down, but I focused on only one thing, or more specifically, one person. James Buchanan Barnes. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you bitch!” Carli screamed, stomping her feet and her face turned redder than I’ve ever seen it before. “Get out of here! You weren’t invited! No one wants you here-”

“Shut up for once, will you?” Bucky snarled at her, but not breaking our eye contact. I could see the ghost of a smile starting to appear again.

“These two obviously aren’t now and never will be truly happy with each other, it just wasn't meant to be,” I said, as I slowly inched up the aisle. “And I’m here to make sure that Bucky Barnes doesn’t marry the wrong girl.”

“Thank God,” he mumbled with a slight laugh, only to get harshly hit in the stomach with a bouquet of flowers in the hands of Carli.

“What the hell are you talking about, baby? We’re perfect for each other, and everyone knows it.” She said after she dropped the flowers and started to rub his arm, only for him to shoo her off.

“Let’s be real here, Carls. It was never gonna happen, and it never should. You’ll find the perfect person for you one day, but let me tell you now that that person is definitely not me. Because me person is right here, in front of me. Y/N L/N.” Bucky said as he walked down the shallow steps towards you, his bright smile in full effect once again. I smiled back, feeling tears well up in my eyes. 

I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl

So don’t say yes run away now, I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the backdoor

Don’t wait or say a single vow, you need to hear me out and they said Speak Now

And you’ll say let’s run away now, I’ll meet you when I’m out of my tux at the backdoor

Baby I didn’t say my vows, so glad you were around when they said Speak Now

I met Bucky at the back of the church once he changed out of his suit and into his usual black jeans and a band tee. I quickly changed out of my dress as well. When he walked out he looked like he was glowing as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple. I smiled and cuddled into his side as we started walking away from the chaos.

“I’m so happy you showed up. I didn’t know if Steve had told you or not about it. I was sort of planning this.” He says as we got into my slightly worn down car. I started it up and drove out of the parking lot onto the abandoned narrow road.

“I’m happy I did too, wouldn’t want you marrying someone like her. Don’t know what you were thinking.” I laughed and he soon joined in, nodding his head in agreement. After the laughter died down there was a silence. It wasn’t awkward, just sort of there. “So, what happens now?” I ask, looking at him for a quick moment. He smirked, putting his arm on the back of my seat, squeezing my shoulder.

“We run away together, we can continue our education somewhere else. You know, live happily ever after.” He said in a mocking quirky voice. I giggled.

“Sounds like a plan.”

[the-dead-skwad]

It's Cute X Daryl Dixon X Reader

This is one I wrote ages ago and I can't remember if I posted it.. “YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK YOU!” Your boyfriend Taylor shouted as he slammed your front door behind him. You threw your glass of rum at the door just as he slammed it making rum and glass go everywhere. You were used to it now. Everyday you argue, scream and part ways. You couldn’t remember the last time you were happy together. You spent all that time out in the world of the dead together, you never thought you could have such arguments like you lived normal lives again. He was yet again accusing you of cheating. You had no idea why or how he came up with this idea because you could never do that. Yeah maybe sometimes you would look at Daryl and think if only but to you there’s no harm in window shopping. Maybe he had caught you looking at him. But it’s not like he ever looked at you. He would never like you. You picked up the bottle of rum and your smokes and went out side. You parked yourself on your steps and sighed. ‘fuck me’ You thought. There had got to be something better than this. Being in a miserable relationship. “Hey you alright?” Daryls voice made you jump. You gave him a little smile “Yeah I’ll be fine. Sorry if we were shouting too loud.” He sat down next to you “Not at all. You know you could do so much better than him. Hell even I’m better than him.” He laughed a little. “You’re right there. But why would you care?” You asked He shrugged “Ermm. I don’t. I just don’t think you should be with him.” “Thank you Daryl” You smiled and gave him a little peck on the cheek making him blush. “I KNEW IT!” Taylor came marching down the path towards you “I KNEW YOU WERE WITH HIM!” “You best go” You said to daryl. He stood up but did go. The arguing carried on like you didn’t have an audience “Jesus Taylor can’t I have friends! People that don’t make me miserable like you!” Taylor marched up the stairs making you step back abit. He pushed you against the door pretty hard “So what are you saying? You would rather be with that redneck scum than me?” he face was horribly close to yours. “That’s exactly what I’m saying! But he ain’t scum the only scum around here is you!” You could see the anger fill his eyes and in a spilt second he smacked you across the face. You heard Daryl shout something as he marched towards you two but this was your fight. You looked up at Taylor who had this shit eating grin like he won. You brought your fist up and punched him in the nose breaking it instantly. You then kneed him in the crotch and pushed him on the floor. “I don’t ever want to see you in my house ever again. Do you understand me?” “Yeah you crazy bitch!” he shouted at he hobbled away. Daryl ran to you and held your face “Are you alright?” You smiled at him “For once I actually am” You wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a hug. -- It had been 2 weeks since you and Taylor had broke up and it felt like a weight had been lifted off you. Runs were more fun, you had stopped drinking, meal times were good and you even got to spend time with Daryl a bit. It was super sunny that morning and you were on babysitting duty which you loved. You missed your baby sister and Judith looked just like her. You were sat on the porch swing just swinging back and forth while she held onto you smiling. You sang to her that song you used to sing to little Annalise your sister. “Heey baby, daddy’s gonna take you to the zoo today. To watch all the monkeys go ooh ooh oooh. In the zoo today” She looked up at you giggling, trying to grab your face piercings just like Annalise did. “You’re good with her ain’t yah.” You heard daryls voice from the steps which made you look up. You shrugged “Yeah being the oldest of 5 I guess I learnt how to look after kids.” “Its cute” he said as he smiled at you. For the first time ever you saw love in his eyes. He walked to you and sat down on the swing. He placed his arm on the back rest behind you and looked at Judith. “Hey lil ass kicker.” You looked at him and felt love for the first time since the world fell to shit. You knew you wanted to be with this beautiful man sat next to you. He looked up, looked into your eyes and smiled. He looked so perfect. You’re eyes flickered to his lips and then back to his eyes. He leaned in slightly and ever so gently pressed his lips against yours. But you get interrupted by a little tap on your face from Judith. “Oh I’m sorry. Was I not paying you enough attention” You both laughed at her. His arm then wrapped around your shoulders and brought you in closer to him. You rested your head on his shoulder as you continued to pulls faces at Judith. “Now that is a perfect family picture.” You hear Rick’s voice near you. You both jump a little, you kinda got lost in the moment you forgot people were around to see you. “Yeah perfect slut and her hillbilly.” You heard Taylors voice as he walked past you. Rick took Judith out your arms as you stood up. You marched down the steps and walked after him “Hey fuckin ass hole!” He stopped and turned to you “What!” “You have a problem with me?” He walked closer to you “Yeah I have a fuckin problem! You cheat then wave it in everyone’s face like a little whore!” “I never cheated on you! You treated me like shit. You only ever looked at all the other women here and never me. You’re a waste of fucking space, everytime I turn around you’re there watching me! I wish you would just disappear!” you spat in his face. He got real close to your face again and you saw that look. He raised his hand and smacked you in the face. Just as you looked up he was on the floor face bleeding. Daryl was stood next to you chest heaving from anger “Go near or touch my girl again I’m going to kill yah. Hell if I even catch you lookin at her I will end your life! Understand?” he looked at you “You alright?” A smile stretched across your slightly bruised face “your girl ey?” He suddenly swooped you up bridal style and kissed you “You’re damn right” he stepped over Taylor and walked you to his house.