#i like that hers kinda mirrors jo’s its funny

[total-drama-fugitives]

big brain move from the td makers to foreshadow the dogshit character interactions in the tdpi poster

Notice the lack of closeness? How none of them are touching each other? Giving any indication of friendly interaction? Truly spectacular. By gum, what will they think of next?

[smol-and-grumpy]

Something Just Like This - CH11

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

A/N: I don’t know. This is so unlike me but I’m throwing all the fluff and feelings at you in this chapter.

WC: 3208

SERIES MASTERLIST

Turns out that she got ready before he could even give the cat its whole treat. All her belongings are stuffed into a clutch bag and that’s when Dean remembered that he kind of dragged her out of the Roadhouse the evening before, with the intention of sobering her up but she ended up getting more drunk.

He just knows that he won’t make the same mistake again. 

The getting her more drunk part, not the whisking her away part — that part he would do again, over and over.

But he’s also glad that he made the mistake, because after all, it kind of turned out well for him; apart from her almost getting kidnapped — which he is still very salty about — but he pushes the thought out of his mind, doesn’t want to get riled up now because he still needs to drive her home and how weird would it be for her if he is his grumpy old self during the whole drive.

What a fucking messed up life, Dean thinks. And there’s the terrifying feeling in his guts again. One that says that he shouldn’t drag her into it. He tries to bottle up this feeling too, because the other feelings —  the good ones, the fucking great ones — outweighs the bad at the moment.

He stops her before they get out of his apartment, finds a hoodie by the door and wraps it around her before pulling up the zipper. Dean presses his lips into a grin when he sees her disappearing inside of it. His heart jumps at how cute she looks in the oversized clothing, wishes a little that she would wear more of his clothes. 

There’s something about seeing a girl in his clothes that turns him on very much, Dean can’t lie about that, and he thinks that maybe something isn’t wired right in his brain. But that’s really just wishful thinking on his part, doesn’t really want to keep his hopes up too high because after all, they haven’t spoken about all the shit that went down yet. He’s kind of terrified that she’d run once she knows. But he’s also terrified that she’d stay despite all of it. He just can’t make up his fucking mind, because both scenarios are quite scary to him.

As soon as they get into the elevator, Dean feels the urge to touch her, to be close to her, so he holds her up against the mirrored wall inside the closed space, kisses himself stupid on her as they made their way down to the parking garage. It’s like he really can’t get enough of her, can not get enough of the butterflies fluttering around in his chest when he holds her near. Can’t get enough of the sweet taste of her lips, wondering if her pussy tastes just as sweet. 

Must be so much sweeter, he guesses.

And he wants a taste of that too. Wants to spread her out on a bed, eat her out so she would scream his name. Wants her pliant and blissed out, wants her begging him for more. He’s painfully hard just thinking about it.

Y/N digs her blunt nails into the back of his scalp, pulls him so much closer and he’s so fucking hard he could burst, is thankful of his sweat pants because they leave him more legroom. 

And Dean actually wants to. Wants to take her right here, right now, doesn’t even care if they’re in public but he knows he can’t, because there’s just no time. Time is what he would need, though. Because he’d love to take his time with her, wants to take his time to draw out the moans and whimpers from her lips, wants to make actual love to her, not some quick fuck in a goddamn elevator. 

But it has to wait and he knows that too, because the elevator dings and they’ve reached the garage. 

He lets her back down, watches her adjust her dress and his hoodie with pink cheeks and spit slick lips, kisses her forehead, feeling her melt against him. He takes her hand and pulls her along with him. 

Dean pushes the button of the car key he grabbed from the box and there’s a big black SUV beeping and blinking up in the distance. They make their way across the lot and he opens the door for her, waits for her to hop in. 

“I...uh..” Y/N tugs at the hoodie and looks kind of uncomfortable.

Dean raises an eyebrow, “What?”

“The leather looks expensive, do you maybe have a towel laying around in your trunk?”

“What?” He frowns, not really understanding where she’s going with this, knows for sure that there’s no towel in there, except for maybe some heavy guns and a baseball bat.

“I’m..um.. I’m kinda wet down there,” She mumbles and it’s hard for him to hear because she lowers her head and for some reasons, she can’t look him in the eye.

“Sweetheart, speak up. You’re what?” 

She lifts her face to look him in the eye then, her cheeks flushed and redder than before, if that’s even possible, “I’m not wearing any panties and I tend to get a little wet, alright? Well, a lot wet, actually, and…” She gestures with her hand, pointing her fingers at the interior of the car, “I don’t wanna ruin your seat!”

Dean surges forward, and kisses her. It’s his way of trying to tell her that it’s okay. That she doesn’t have to be embarrassed. And he curses and groans into the kiss because of how painful his cock aches at the revelation.

“Use the hoodie, it’s alright,” He whispers, resting his hand at the back of her neck, their nose still touching.

There’s a crease in between her eyebrows as Dean stands back up straight to give her room in order to be able to take off the hoodie. She folds it and places it on the seat, looking back at him with the crease still there between her eyebrows, and for the first time, Dean can actually and finally kiss it away. 

Making his way to his side, he climbs in, settling into the seat and starts the engine. He looks over to her, sees her fastening her seatbelt before she tugs at her dress underneath her ass and adjusts his hoodie so that it’s right beneath her apparent wetness. A shudder runs down Dean’s spine when he thinks of it and his cock is complaining harshly in his pants. 

“You’re fucking killing me,” He mumbles, and she grins back a cocky grin, the sort of grin he usually only sees on himself. He licks his lips, swallows hard before he speaks, “What happened to your nice panties?”

“Oh my god, you did see them,” She throws her head back, closes her eyes and covers her face with the palm of her hands. 

“Duh, I changed you, remember?” They make their way out of the building and Dean swerves into the traffic. 

“Jo ripped them apart, they were literally hanging around my ankles, not much use there, are they?”

Dean lets out a broken sound at the vivid image she painted for him. He thinks that she most likely wasn’t wearing panties when he reached the apartment, probably wetted his bed and the covers he placed her on, and now she’s dripping onto his hoodie. 

This fucking girl, seriously. 

“I’ll get you new panties,” He says, and wonders if she’d let him go with her to buy new ones.

“You really don’t have to. They’re quite expensive, I admit, but it’s not like I need a lot of fancy panties.”

“No, let me. They’re panties. How expensive can a scrap of fabric be anyway?” He raises an eyebrow, looks briefly to her and back to the traffic as they head onto the highway.

“Oh, you poor sheltered boy, you have no idea do you?” 

Dean really has no clue, never had to buy them for anyone, only wore them once, but that’s a story for another time and he doesn’t want to scare her away before he can even come clean with more important things. But seriously, how expensive can a piece of fabric be? Especially the one she was wearing last night. They weren’t exactly covering a lot, but they still left enough for the imagination. 

“Well, the only way to find out is when I come and get those new panties with you,” He winks at her, feeling cocky all of a sudden. And Jesus, she really blushes so sweetly.

 ***

 Y/N insisted on him to stop at the Roadhouse so she could get her car, and now Dean’s driving behind her because he wants to make sure that she gets home alright. It’s the least he can do really, and it’s also some kind of a self service because it’ll ease his mind. 

He wonders if he can spare a man or two to watch her, thinks that maybe he should tell her the truth first, kind of knows that when she’ll find out that she’s been watched, all hell will break loose. He decides not to push his luck with her, not now when they’re right at the start of something that could be really good.

Dean still doesn’t know what he’s going to tell Ellen, though. Wonders how long he can hide the fact from her that her daughter is a fucking double agent and wanted to bring his whole damn family down, which also includes Ellen and the Roadhouse if he’s being honest, but Dean’s not sure if Ellen will see it that way. Jo’s her daughter after all, and apparently, blood is thicker than water.

While he drives behind Y/N, he can’t help but glance over at the hoodie she’d left behind. He sees a slightly bigger, darker patch on the already black hoodie. Dean groans out in frustration, she wasn’t lying about being wet, was she?

Fucking hell. 

He grips his steering wheel just a little tighter and tries to calm his nerves, willing his erection to go away — and fails miserably. 

What are you? Fucking Sixteen?! He curses at himself, doesn’t understand his own body anymore. She’s fucked him up real bad and the funny thing is, that he doesn’t even mind it, what does that say about him, really?

When they arrived, she thanked him for driving her home, but Dean can’t be shaken off that easily. 

“Come on, I’ll bring you to the door,” He ushers her into the building, shouldering at her until he feels her budging.

They walked up three flights of stairs and he waits as she fumbles with the keyhole. She seems nervous and he doesn’t really know why. Is she hiding a boyfriend in there he doesn’t know about?

Shit.

A boyfriend.

He never thought about that. 

The thought had literally never crossed his fucking mind.

Wouldn’t have thought of her to be someone who would do something like that, and Dean’s actually never been wrong with reading people. Maybe though, his brain made an exception because it’s not capable of reading people and feeling things at the same fucking time.

And now he feels stupid.

“Here we go,” She pushes the door open and he lets her go in first, in case there really is a boyfriend, which of course, he didn’t dare to ask her about. 

Dean steps in behind her, is kind of relieved that the apartment seems to be empty, “Sweetheart, can you tell me if everything is like it was when you left here yesterday?”

She frowns but looks around, shrugs when she turns back to face him, “Yeah, why?”

He doesn’t answer her, instead he takes a look around himself, but of course he wouldn’t know if something would be out of place because he’s never fucking been here before. 

Her apartment is modest and small, smaller than his living room, if Dean has to guess and compare. A stark contrast to his apartment which is the complete opposite in every way. It doesn’t mean that it doesn’t look cozy. He thinks that he’d take the apartment, because it’s really kind of cute, and he’d take the girl living here too.

There are two more doors. One right at the entrance, which he has a strong feeling is a bathroom. The other one is off behind the living room, which leads to her bedroom, he supposes. 

“You mind checking out your bedroom for me, Y/N?” He asks as he walks to the bathroom. He goes in and pulls the shower curtain to the side, just to be thorough.

“Everything’s fine.” She calls out from her bedroom and he’s at the door as she hastily pushes some papers under her bed with her feet. 

Something he’s not allowed to see, probably. He’s brushing it off, even though he feels like she’s hiding something from him. He’s not the right guy to talk anyway, because he’s hiding so much more from her. He hopes not for long though, because if he wants to keep her, he knows that he needs to come clean. And who knows if she still would want to stay after she knows? He wouldn’t blame her if she would want to run. Would maybe ask her to take him with her because God knows, he doesn’t really want to stay either.

He feels relieved though. Relieved that no one was here yet. Which means that they don’t know where she lives, and it makes him wonder if anyone else apart from Jo knows that one of his weak spot is her. He has a strong feeling that they don’t know yet, Jo probably wanted to serve her on a fucking silver platter. He gets angry again just thinking about it.

Dean takes in her bedroom from the safe distance of the door, doesn’t want to intrude which is weird because she’s been in his, but also he feels comfortable with her and the jury’s really still out if she feels the same about him being here. He notices one occupied nightstand. Sees that there’s no trace of men’s clothing in the room, or in the apartment for that matter, breathes fucking relief but subtly, doesn’t want her to know what’s going through his head, obviously.

“Good,” He nods as she walks out to join him, “When’s your next shift?” 

She’s taken off her shoes in between entering and now, because she’s standing short again. Doesn’t make her any less cute, not like he expected anything else of his feelings, to be honest.

“Tomorrow. Ellen texted me that she’s closing for one more night. Her date apparently took her upstate.”

“Okay, that’s good. You just rest, alright?” He walks to the door, knowing that he’s invading her space and the truth is, that he really should get going. Cas is probably going to run out of patience soon.

“I will,” She forces a tired smile, and walks behind him, “Do I tell her about Jo?”

Dean turns around, “No,” He shakes his head, “No, I’ll do it. Don’t mention anything to her. Go to work like you’d normally do. You don’t know anything if it should come up.”

“Okay,” Y/N’s gaze falls to her toes. 

“Any chance I can persuade you to quit your job?” He chuckles, plays it off as if he’s joking, but really he’s not, “I’d pay you more and all you have to do is take care of my cat when I’m not around.”

“Your cat has a name,” She grins, raising an eyebrow and Dean knows that she wants him to say it. 

“Jesus… okay, Cuddles, his name is Cuddles, are you happy now?” He laughs playfully.

“Yeah, but stop it!” She punches his chest and laughs heartily, “I really like my job.”

“I know,” The corner of his lips curve up, “Cuddles really likes you though,”

She doesn't say anything, frowns a little because she doesn’t get where Dean wants to go with that. And honestly, he doesn’t know it either. All he knows is that he’d like to have her around him, at all times if possible. He’s really trying hard not to go all possessive on her but given the circumstances, it would calm his heart if he’d know where she is at all times. He knows that’s an utopian thought and yeah, he’s not gonna do it, no matter how much he wants to put a 24/7 security on her sweet ass.

“Thought so,” Dean twists at the doorknob and turns around, “If you change your mind, let me know, yeah?” 

She nods with a smirk and when Dean wants to leave, she grabs at his shirt, pulling him down and kisses him. Her arms fly around his neck and he holds her around her waist. It’s good. So good. But it doesn’t make it any easier for him to leave now.

“I need to go,” He mumbles into the kiss, sucks at her lip and lets it out with a pop just for him to dive right into the kiss again.

“Don’t,” She whispers as she nibbles at his bottom lip. “You could stay.”

“Fuck,” He curses, kisses her deeper, harder, wants for her to remember him just by a kiss, “You’re fucking killing me for real.” 

She giggles into his mouth. Such a fucking sweet sound. It goes straight to his cock, that’s still fucking hard. He can’t even remember the last time he’s been hard for so long without getting any release.

“Baby, I need to leave, I’ll see you later, okay?” He parts from her, is a little out of breath. His chest heaves and he ducks down once more, kisses her nose, her eyebrow, her forehead. 

“Okay,” Y/N pouts, and that’s not fucking fair. He’s not prepared to see the pout. 

He lifts his hand to her face, thumbs at her lips, “Stop that,”

“Stop what?” She asks, but goes right back to pouting and Dean can’t help but think that she fucking knows how to bring him down.

“That damn pout of yours, I swear,” He thumbs at her bottom lip, paints it along her pout. 

She parts her lips, teethes at the pad of his thumb before she sucks at it, taking it deeper, and Dean knows he should be ashamed of the sound that’s coming out of his throat but he just can’t bring himself to care.

He steals another kiss, it’s hard and fast, before he can finally tear himself away. Dean knows that if he doesn’t go now, he will never be able to.

“Be good,” He says and feels a little guilty for dashing down the stairs as quickly as he did. Feels guilty to leave her pliant and spit slick, but he really needs to go and take care of business. 

Fucking business.

Dean gets into his car and runs the pad of his thumb that she’d been sucking at along his own spit slick lips. 

Fuck.

Turning up the music, he makes his way back, and tries to get himself into the right mindset to face Jo.

CH12

[poemsforcowboys]

What a Feeling // Freddie Mercury

Chapter One  Chapter Two 

Pairing: Freddie Mercury and Katy Newton (OC)

Summary: Before she moved from London to New York at the age of thirteen, Katy Newton had always been friends with Brian May. He was the only one she knew who encouraged her creative side, especially her designs for fashion and makeup. So much so, that Katy is hired as Queen’s newest stylist. But what she doesn’t expect is her knew found friend, Freddie Mercury. Will their casual flirts lead to anything of substance? Or will their relationship just become another lost love as they both make their journey towards self acceptance.

Warnings: there will be smut eventually but not in this chapter, bisexuality (?), feels 

CHAPTER THREE 

“Newt?” Brian was proud of himself for coming up with the new nickname as he scanned the extensive menu of the small New York cafe he and his friend had met for breakfast in. It was adorable, with light yellow walls and peach undertones, they sat in comfy lime green large chairs, it was unlike any he was familiar with in England.

She looked up from her sketchbook and smiled, she rather liked that one.

“They don’t have tea here” he stated, a little flabbergasted, as he continued to search the menu in disbelief. Katy chuckled.

“Some places have it, Bri but some places don’t, it’s not as popular here as coffee” Katy used her now navy blue painted fingernail to direct his gaze to a large section of the menu, listing the different coffees served. He huffed and shook his head.

A short while later, they placed their orders and began to catch up. Katy showed him some of the designs she was working on, he had always encouraged her to make what she wanted, and soon the two were talking again like nothing had ever changed.

But things had changed. Things were constantly changing, Brian felt like every day was a new adventure, one that would take him farther from home. There was something that he saw in Katy,  it reminded him to take a break. That’s why he was ecstatic the entire time they were in that cafe, Katy just assumed it was because of the show and their reunion but she knew there was something else, she just didn’t want to push it.  

Finally, their tealess meal arrived and Brian knew it was time to “spilled the beans” (an American phrase he was extremely happy to have picked up from Jo).

“Katy” he took a cautious sip of his coffee and instead of her name, his funny reaction to its bitterness caused her to look up.

“Last night was fun, yeah?”  he asked, she smiled and nodded.

“Fun’s an understatement! Even when I fixed John’s pants” Brian just smiled, she had created the perfect way for him to tell her.

“Y’know, Debbie’s quit” he stated, taking another sip of the coffee, he didn’t like it but for some reason, he kinda liked it.

“Yeah, I heard Freddie screaming to your manager about it” she replied, not having the most sympathy in her voice. Debbie was the one who had originally sewn the pants John ripped last night and Katy could tell that she wasn’t the best at her job.

“Did ya also happen to hear what our manager said back to Freddie?” his smile grew larger every second. But Katy returned it with a confused look.

“No, I didn’t, what are you talkin-”

Brian interrupted her out of excitement.

“He saw what you were doin! Katy, he wanted me to ask ya if you were willin to come with us on our tour. Apparently Freddie talked you up” Brian was hesitant to relay the last part, but at the same time he was thankful that Freddie had helped to create an opportunity for Brian to see his friend maybe every day.

Katy’s eyes just widened, neither of the acts she had done last night were to insinuate this in any way, and she was in awe that their manager took notice to her. She was also a little confused. Freddie “talked her up?” What did that even mean? They had only met that night. She decided not to ask about it, she had a feeling that Brian wouldn’t be too keen on the idea of her becoming so interested in his cocky bandmate.

“I- I don’t know what to say, I mean, I’m-”

“Katy, we’d be paying you, you could show your parents that you can actually make a living off of what you want to do, not just that law shit” he egged her on. He had gotten his chance to do what he loved, and wanted nothing more than to let her have that same happiness.

Katy hadn’t thought about that. She felt her eyes beginning to well up, what if she actually showed them? Or, what if they never spoke to her again? In theory, her mother loved what Brian was doing, but would she let Katy bask in the same light? The proposition was overwhelming to her, and Brian got up to hug her, he didn’t care who was around.

“I mean, I don’t know Bri, I would be honored, but my mum, you know her” she hugged him back, her head only really reaching his mid chest.

“I know, but well um” there was a second piece of news that Brian had received since parting ways with Katy shortly after she had repaired John’s pants the night before.

“What is it?” Katy asked, it was now him who was struggling to speak, he didn’t know how she was going to react to what he was about to say.

“Your mum actually called me this morning” he started, and Katy groaned.

“She wanted to know if I wanted to come over for dinner tonight, and well, Freddie took the telephone from me and said he would love to. Your mum thought it was Roger who was speaking so she invited them all over too”

Katy stopped hugging him and just stared. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. She thought. Brian with her family was one thing, but everyone else? This might even hurt her chances of being able to work with them on their American tour.

“Bri, I-”

“I know, but your mum is so excited, I never remember her actually being excited. Maybe you can bring it up to her tonight after she is so impressed by our manners” Katy couldn’t tell if that last part was sarcastic or not, she only perceived this as being able to go in one way: an absolute nightmare.

- 

Katy was just as nervous several hours later as she fixed her hair in the mirror. She hated the fact that she had to be more reserved around her parents, tying her dark hair into a neat low bun. She put on a black turtleneck with sleeves that ended just above her elbows and white shorts, it was summer after all. She still couldn’t believe she had agreed to this. If it wasn’t for the prospect of a new and fulfilling job possibly starting tomorrow, she would never have found herself in this situation, more worried than ever.

She made her way down the stairs, wanting to see how the cooking that her mother had insisted on doing was going. She ran into her little brother, who was trying to figure out how many people to set the table for. James was way younger than Katy and now thirteen, he wasn’t even born when they had made the move.

“I think there’ll be eight of us, let me help you with that” but before Katy could fully extend her arms to take some silverware, the doorbell rang. She froze. They were here already? She looked at the clock, it was her who was running late, not them, she had no idea how time had slipped away so quickly.

Katy rushed for the door, but her mother beat her to it “Kathryn, make sure the chicken doesn’t burn, please” she said, shooing both Katy and James off to the dining room before opening the door.

“Brian, dearie! Oh, you’ve gotten so big!” all four of them were standing there, Freddie even holding a bottle of wine, but Clara Newton ran straight to hug Brian. Even standing on her toes to kiss his cheek, he hugged her back, not as hard as she was holding him, and managed to make out a “thank you” through the suffocation.

Roger coughed. “Why did no one tell me Katy had a sister? Freddie did you call dibs on her too?” he winked at Mrs. Newton. No one was sure how serious Roger was being, but it caused both Freddie’s face and Clara’s to turn bright red. Roger was an asshole, both Brian and Freddie could agree on that at the moment. Freddie hadn’t even told Roger anything and he was already making things worse.

Mrs. Newton’s eyes squinted at the last part Roger said, turning to Freddie and looking him up and down, causing him to become extremely uncomfortable and self conscious about the outfit he was wearing. Brian had told him to dress “appropriately” so he had chosen one of his “safer” outfits, a white button up (although he hadn’t exactly buttoned it up), a red velvet jacket, and very subtle eyeliner, more for him than anyone else. He extended the wine bottle and she took it, smiling politely but still cautious.

“I’m actually Kathryn’s mother, but you’re sweet, come in and make yourself comfortable” she laughed to Roger, taking the wine bottle but deciding not to comment on Freddie.

The Newton home was a modest one, decorated in earth tones and covered in art and houseplants. They’re small black lab, Rocky, was only a puppy and stumbled into the room, making his way towards Brian to lick his boots. Although it wasn’t the same dog that Katy had had in England, it was sweet that he approached Brian with the same curiosity Katy’s old dog Finn did, and Brian received this curiosity with the same slight wave of anxiety.

Freddie looked around the room, Katy was nowhere in sight. He was really hoping tonight would go well and she would be able to join them on their tour. He had only spoken to her for a little bit, but the conversations they had had were fascinating to him, and he couldn’t stop thinking about them, to be honest.

Instead, a young boy with curly dark brown hair entered the room, chasing after the small dog, who was now nipping at the hem of Roger’s bootcut jeans.

“Sorry ma’am, he’s only a couple months old” James apologized, taking the small dog into his arms. Freddie burst out laughing and came over to pet the small thing, gaining a new respect for who he suspected was Katy’s brother.

Roger huffed. “Why do people ALWAYS do that” he stated, punching Freddie in the arm lightly for laughing.

“Have- have you looked at yourself, Rog?” John was also laughing. Roger hit him too.

“Hey guys! Bri, it’s been like forever since I’ve seen you” Katy let out a chuckle as she walked out of the kitchen, James mentally thanked her for ending the conversation he had accidentally started.

“That it has” Brian hugged her again anyway. Freddie wanted to say something, but he wasn’t quite sure what. There weren’t many moments he felt like he was at a loss for words, but the way that Katy looked tonight made him feel like he had forgotten how to speak. Her outfit really was quite simple and modest but for some reason he couldn’t stop admiring her legs and curves. John lightly kicked his foot and muttered something like

“Stop staring, Freddie.” Freddie cleared his throat, turning his fascination to the ceiling, he had no idea what John could possibly be talking about, and the light fixtures suddenly were very interesting.

Katy’s mother entered the room again, happy to see that she was talking to Brian. She clapped her hands, instantly gaining the attention of everyone, Freddie made note of the tactic.

“It’s time for dinner, if you could make your way this way” “Lovely home, Mrs. Newton, truly”

“Why thank you, John” he was always the best at impressing parents, Brian came in a close second, and whether Roger or Freddie was last was a heavily argued debate.

They took their seats at the small table, it was kind of a tight squeeze as Brian was arguably twice the size as Katy, his knees hitting the top of the table every time he laughed. During their meal, James asked John what his favorite lyric he had ever written was, and each of them took their turn replying with heartfelt responses, taking a few moments to really think about it.

“I was really proud of-”

“You call me sweet like I’m some kind of cheese? That one truly moved me Bri, I swear it did” Katy smirked, interrupting him and causing him to scowl.

“Ha!” Freddie laughed before quickly closing his mouth “I thought I was the only one who loved it, it truly was your best work, dear” he and Katy shared the laugh, looking into each other’s brown eyes, eventually everyone else joined in when they realized the sarcasm radiating from the two. Brian just glared.

Dinner was interesting to say the least, the red wine that Freddie had so graciously brought made the conversations flow a little easier for everyone, a lot easier for Freddie.

“And so, what I’m saying is,” Freddie took another long sip, he was sitting next to a very confused James, who was also trying to avoid Roger’s eye contact, they were sitting right across from each other. Freddie was in the middle of telling a story, one that no one was quite sure what direction it was headed in.

Katy, nervous, continuously glanced over at her mother. She seemed to be enjoying herself, thank god, even though Roger making the usual flirty chit chat that he was best at. She only hoped that the happiness would continue into the night, long enough for her to ask about the tour.  

“Brian was going to be an astrophysicist, Roger a bloody dentist! But now? They’re part of a band with a chart topping song! Not to mention enough pounds to support our families, and if that” he took one more sip, James couldn’t stop staring at the singer’s heels. Katy made eye contact with Brian, hoping Freddie would stop.  

“doesn’t tell you to follow your dreams, I don’t know WHAT does” he smiled, winking at Katy, her mother choked on her water.

Katy froze, why would he say something like that.  

“Freddie, can we PLEASE just eat our food” said John.

“Well” her mother cleared her throat. “I am glad that your talents have taken you that far. You should consider yourself lucky” she said coldly. James stared at his plate, now too nervous to admire Freddie’s shoes any longer.  

“Clara, this has been a wonderful meal, thank you” Brian said suddenly, he couldn’t have been more angry at Freddie.

“It really has, the potatoes were delicious” John added in, also aware of the situation. Freddie didn’t regret what he had said. He knew Katy was talented and that that talent would take her places too, he didn’t deny she would prove her mother wrong one way or another.

“I wish we could stay for longer, but I think we must be going, we’ve got interviews early tomorrow morning, but Clara, you are truly a gem” even Roger piped in, his addition making her crack a smile. Katy had to admit she appreciated that.

“Alright, well thank you all for coming, it’s been a pleasure” “The pleasure is all mine Mrs. Newton.” Roger kissed her on the cheek.

One by one, they cleaned their plates and helped Katy and James clear the table. Although Freddie didn’t regret what he had said, he still tried to be extra polite to everyone since that remark.

Eventually they filed out, each saying their goodbyes to Katy’s mum and younger brother.

“Goodnight, Katy I hope it goes well, best of luck to you and hopefully I will see you tomorrow” Freddie shyly hugged Katy, this time being aware of how loud he was talking and making sure her mother couldn’t hear it.

“Thank you” she smiled, hugging him back, a little surprised at his actions. She hoped she would see him again too.

Eventually the house was quiet again, except for some faint barks from Rocky, and James, Katy, and her mother were left sitting alone on their brown leather couch.

“So Mum” Katy started, more nervous than ever.

“Are you dating Brian?” her mother asked excitedly, James also looked at her a little expectantly.

“No! Mum for the last time, I will never be dating Brian, that will never be what one of these conversations is about” Katy laughed nervously.

“One of these conversations, Kathryn is everything okay?” her mother asked, furrowing her eyebrows and starting to look worried.

“Yeah, mum, everything is great actually but um, you know how Freddie talked about following your dreams and actually becoming successful?”

Now, her mother’s eyebrow was raised in confusion. “I do remember that, yes” her voice grew a little colder.  

“Well, Queen’s manager has asked me to join them on their American tour. I’d be their designer and stylist, Mum, I’d be getting paid and working normal hours, and I would be doing what I loved” Katy was hesitant to start, but with every word she became more confident and sure of herself. James let out a squeal, the whole night not wanting to admit how much he had enjoyed being around the band. Her mother just stared at her, unsure of what exactly to say.

“They really asked you this?” Katy nodded, trying to search her mother’s eyes for any hint as to what she was going to say, but all she saw was brown.

“They did Mum, they’re a band in extremely high demand and they asked me, their tour manager Mum, not even Brian, asked me to work for them”

“Kathryn I,”

“Oh come on Mum she’s been waiting for this for ages” James interrupted her, his help was necessary as he always brought their mother back to reality.

“Well” she started sternly “as long as they will be paying you, and as long as you keep yourself out of trouble, and in America, I don’t see why not. You’d just better be sleeping in your own room every night unless it’s Brian’s and make sure he protects you I don’t want my Kathryn getting swept up in-” she was interrupted again, by Katy’s tight hug.

“Mum I promise I won’t let you down, I will write and call to you and James every week I promise I promise I promise” Katy could not stop smiling, she couldn’t really believe what was happening. She was actually doing it. She was going on tour with her best friend and some already amazing people, doing what she loved most in the world.

Katy could cry, and she did. Her brown eyes welled up and she thanked her mother again before running upstairs to call Brian, James quickly running after her.

“Katy” he hugged her “if you’re gonna call Brian, I think he’s still outside” he said laughing. They walked over to her window, to see all four members of Queen still at her house, sitting on the hood of their car. Freddie had asked for a cigarette break before they left, but at the same time he was hoping for one more chance to see Katy. He got that chance.

She smiled and excitedly opened her window, scaring John and causing him to stand up from his seat and look around, he spotted Katy and waved.

“Guess who’s your new stylist?” she called out, James giggled from behind her.

They all started to cheer.  

CHAPTER FOUR 

AN: thank you guys for reading! so, these updates came out fairly quickly but chapter four might not be done for another two or three days. I would expect something definitely by Tuesday night :) 

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