#sorry for the shitty edits my Brian is tired

[sentientsky]

Anne Carson // unknown (pls lmk) // also unknown (I’m so sorry)

thinking ab the Starmaker again,,, (this is your fault, @actual-changeling)

[queensdivas]

Gaelhar (Brian May Fluff and Smut

https://ohmybribri.tumblr.com/post/187487202410/johndeakys-bonus-hes-so-fuckn-cute-that-i

Before y’all even start reading. The amount of science I’ve put into this thing is not accurate! I never thought I’d have to say this but it ain’t accurate and I’m only going off what the internet tells me. (AKA NASA’s website.) But I tried my hardest and I hope y’all enjoy! 

Present Day Bri! 

Warnings: Some swearing, SMUTTY SMUT IN THE END!  and ya know. It’s a short so get some fluff up in here!

World Count: there’s a lot because I couldn’t stop writing. 

Request are open, if you’d like to be tagged in all the rest of my shitty writing let me know! I hope you all enjoy!

@mexifangorl @i-live-for-queen @leah-halliwell92 @its-funny-til-its-not @brianmydear @teathymewithben @hodgepodge-of-rog @rogahloveshiscar @bonafiderocketqueen 

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4:15 am...day two of being up for more than twenty four hours! Because if it’s the one thing I love to do is to put myself through hell for work! My body felt like putty at the moment and my eyes felt more dry than the stupid desert! God why do I do this to myself? Why? Because when you volunteer to pitch the entire project to all the head honchos of NASA you’ve gotta suffer a little bit. 

The new project is that one of the moons of Saturn actually turns out to be another Mars if the readings are correct. We all know that Mars was once a vast home billions of years ago. And it looks like one of the moons is either going through that same progress or is almost done. We call this moon S/2004 S 13...or Gaelhar is what I like to call it.  

My station of four computers were the only sort of light from the room since having these on and the regular lights were just to blinding for me. One was the entire moons structure, the second one had all the engineers layout of Rovers mechanics, the third being the layout of the ship that’s going to be delivering the rover, and the last one for music. Never thought all of Puccini’s opera would be so damn entertaining! 

“Sybil! What are you still doing here?” Ray asked as I looked up from the computer to see him and some other man in the doorway. Taking off my glasses to rub my eyes a little bit to give them a brief moment of rest. 

“Rewriting Brahes book on the galaxy because I have absolutely nothing else better to do with my life!” Realizing that my coffee cup was dry as a bone and finally got up from my office chair. Luckily my smart ass thought it would be a good idea to have a coffee machine right behind me. Coffee cup number 8..and should probably order some sort of food. 

“Dr. Bruch. This is Dr. Brian May from England. And this lovely ray of sunshine is Dr. Sybil Bruch. Basically what keeps NASA up on their toes most of the time.” I looked like a demon in front of this random scientist...but who looked extremely handsome and a comfort from staring at a screen for hours upon end. Adding a shit ton of French vanilla cream to the coffee as Ray kept buzzing around this Doctor. 

“She is working on the pitch for the new rover to land on one of the moons of Saturn.” Drinking a gulp of the coffee as Brian’s eyes widened with curiosity. 

“So we’re just skipping over Jupiter then?” He asked as I sat back down at my desk to put my glasses back on. 

“Not exactly.” Moving around in your chair to the first computer so he could start reading about Gaelhar. He was in complete focus and something about him reading this was comforting. Wait why is he even here in the first place? 

“May I ask why you’re here?” Asking him as he looked over to me with a soft genuine smile. 

“Heard about your little project from a fellow colleague of mine and..well..” Did he come to take over? Did this fucking colleague think I couldn’t handle all of this!? I don’t need some random doctor coming into my workspace to take over! WHo the bloody hell does this bimbo think he is!?

“Well I thought I’d come and take a look...not trying to take over your project or even step in. He just kept telling me how it was going..I’m sorry if I’m intruding on your..

“NO no you’re fine. Just you came out of the blue and wasn’t ready for someone else to take a look yet..” The awkwardly laughing at each other as I put my mug down then grabbing my stylist so I could show him the rover. 

“Haven’t gotten a name yet for the rover but here it is.” The 3D image of the rover appeared on the screen. He nodded as he looked closer at the Rover and smiled at it. 

“Ethos.” 

“What?” 

“Name him Ethos. I’ve always liked the name Ethos and its very unique for this little bugger to be going off to Saturn.” Ethos..definelty has a ring to it. Well if it doesn’t officially get called Ethos. I will call it Ethos, just like how I call it Gaelhar. 

“Ethos it is.” Nodding as I typed the name onto the top of the file. Ethos the Rover. 

“What’s going to power Ethos? Solar or wind?” Enlarging the picture of the wind turbine that was attached to the back of Ethos. It was a little smaller than him but would be able to power him for a few years. 

“The weird thing about Gaelhar is that it’s more windy than you’d imagine. Past satellite readings say it’s about 332 mph on average. And with that amount of power it can produce for Ethos...he could go on for a decade possibly.” He smiled at me as I looked into one of my filing cabinets for the file on Gaelhar. 

Would..would he want to read about Gaelhar? He seems genuinely interested in the whole project itself. Or it could be just the lack of sleep would be doing it. Both. Let’s go with both! 

“Were you wanting to read more on Gaelhar? On what we know at least?” Handing him the file on Gaelhar then setting up the rough draft of the powerpoint presentation of what I got so far. 

“So you say it was once like Earth?” He began the PowerPoint as I rested my hand on the desk then putting my cheek against it. Giving him a nod to his question as I slowly began closing my eyes. Maybe just five minutes of sleep and I would feel one million times better. 

*Brians May P.O.V.*

She was out like a light when I got done reading the rough draft of her presentation. With goosebumps running up and down her arms when I realized it was almost 5 am. For me I would be up and ready to go for the day. Taking off the coat I still had on then placing it on top of her shoulders so she could stay warm. Should I take off her glasses? My hands reaching slowly for her glasses to gradually take them off her face then laid them down next to her. 

It feels strange to be sitting next to someone whose work has done so much for the space community in the past few years. Reading her research papers, some of her books, and even online lectures when she would teach. Not to mention it’s shocking that she’s not going absolutely berserk since I’m.. well ya know. 

Going into the powerpoint to start editing her first slide to make sure the introduction would be very gripping. Not the first time I’ve had to stand in front of a crowd to do a presentation. Is it weird to admire someone and their work even though you’ve never gotten the chance to meet them. Till now. 

She blinked a few times as she was looking around to still see me working on her PowerPoint. Rubbing her tired eyes then reaching for her cup of coffee that was still a little hot. 

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to..” Trailing off as she noticed my coat was on her shoulders and formed a little smile in the corner of her lips. Going back to typing as she leaned over to see what I was working on. 

“They’re gonna ask you why they should invest in this instead of Mars.” She sighed as she got up from the chair to her phone. 

“Might as well pack it up because this won’t get any sort of funding.” She told me as I spun around in the chair with my arms crossed. Goodness! What kind of confidence is that!?

“Sybil! What sort of attitude is that to have for this project?” Her eyes widened a little as she took a sip of her coffee. 

“Well everything is about Mars now. Gaelhar would be more suitable for humans to go there than Mars and you have the evidence right here.” If it’s one thing I can’t stand in this world is when a bunch of power hungry councils decide to make stupid decisions. Like the damn council who decided Pluto not being a planet anymore was absolutely ridiculous! 

“Thank you for the confidence boost..just going up in front of them to pitch this idea is a lot harder than it sounds. Yes I did presentations in school all the time..but never had to basically tell them they need to fund this because this could be habitable for humans since we’re screwing up this world so badly..I’m sorry I don’t mean to vent..I think I if I just get back to work then I’ll feel a little better.” One last sip of coffee she took as she put her glasses back on to start reading through her notebooks. 

“Would you like some breakfast or something? I can make ray get you some delicious sort of fish breakfast or anything.” She looked up from her notebook to start flipping through her phone to find a breakfast place to deliver. 

“Anything really. Is the tires on Ethos going to last a few years on Gaelhar?” Asking her as she pulled up the material for Ethos. 

“It’s got natural rubber with steel chords wrapped around it. Not to mention we’re going to equip the little guy with spikes so if he needs to stop to collect data, the wind won’t move him away.” The image enlarged on the screen as she was pointing at its tires. 

She’s a beautiful..gorgeous genius! 

“Would..would you be willing to stay for a few days to give me a hand or so?” Asking me as I quickly nodded in agreement. 

*One Week Later. Sybil’s P.O.V.*

Okay. Okay. I can’t tell if I look okay! Checking myself out in the mirror for the hundredth time. It was a bright yellow dress that was flowing all around me till it reached the upper half of my body to fit like a glove. The neckline was tight and it allowed to show more of my back. What’s going to sell Ethos and Gaelhar? Sex. 

Slipping on my white heels as I heard the front doorbell ringing. Guess that’s Brian. He has been such an absolute doll and gentlemen with this project these last few days. Constantly staying beside me and helping to make sure this project is sellable to the board. Not to mention we spent last night going over the details and basically running through the presentation as many times as I could. 

Grabbing my clutch as I walked down the stairs of my house then fixing any last details before I expose my tired ugly self to him. Opening the door to him to see him in a dark purple and black velvet suit with a very exotic galaxy tie on. He looked..absolutely smashing! 

“Well Brian. I must say you clean up very well.” Smiling as his eyes widened at the brightness of my dress. 

“Probably should’ve worn something space related. C’mon in.” Moving out of the way for him to walk in and have a long look around my apartment. 

“I actually got you something if you don’t mind.” Closing the door behind him as he reached into his suit pocket to pull out a box. Opening it to reveal some sort of pendant. Holy shit is that real gold? 

“Brian please tell me you didn’t spend that much money on me?” It was a large circle gold pendant that had nine holes drilled out of them. He got the whole damn solar system including Pluto. (It’s a planet. Deal with it.)

“Think of it as a momento for this hectic week of constant working. Not that it hasn’t been absolutely fun because it’s been a while since I’ve worked hard like this.” It kept staring at me like some sort of apple. Do I take it? It’s gorgeous and I don’t want to seem like an absolute bitch for just taking it. But why did he spend that much money on me, and not to mention that how on earth did he get that much money!?

“Bri I..I can’t..” He was already taking it out of the box and motioned me to turn around so he could clip it on. When he clipped it together, turning back towards him as we were standing close to each other. Is it weird to be attracted to someone who you've only known for a week? I thought attraction moved slower than that..It felt so..so wonderful. My heart was bursting out of my chest, goosebumps traveling up and down my back, to finally the tip of my toes curling in my heels. 

“Thank you Brian. I really..I have no words.” My blushing face was an absolute mess as we didn’t move from our spot. Knowing that we had to go so we wouldn’t be late. 

But his kindness..his confidence..it’s so wonderfully refreshing. His lips were so lush with life..even his eyes were glowing with life. Is it bad that I want to kiss him? 

He must’ve felt the same as he reached his hands up to my cheeks to cup my face. His temple resting against mine as my hands wrapped around his wrist to feel the spark light. Till I felt something cold against my cheek to see a gold band around his left hand. Oh my god he’s married! He’s married and he’s holding my face like this!

“Oh my god I’m sorry.. I.. I had no idea you were even married. God I must look like some kind of whore to you.” Taking a step back as he turned his hand into his direction. I don’t cheat with married men.. well I don’t cheat in general mostly because I don’t have the time for it. 

“Yes we have to go.” Taking a step away from him to grab my clutch and house keys. We were carpooling but now that he’s married..I’d rather drive myself at this point. Locking the door behind us as the SUV was sitting on the curb, with the driver smoking a cigar. Might as well just get this over with...

The car ride was absolutely silent with the only radio playing to cover up the awkward silence. Glad to know I was about to kiss a married man..and that he gave me a massive galaxy pendent that’s weighing me down like a rock around my necklace! Please let us just get there faster so I can just go home and eat ice cream. My stupid ass thought he and I were about to hit off together..he’s older than me so why would I even think I would have a chance. 

We pulled up to the curb as I opened the door of my side to see Ray running up to me with his tablet. All excited and wearing his lucky peacock bow tie wrapped around his neck. 

“Sybil! Sybil! Thank every thing on the planet that you arrived. The board wanted to hear your presentation right now. Get your butt out of the car so we can start this and eat those delicious tiramisu they made!” Practically dragging me out of the car as Brian was already left behind. 

Standing on the side of the stage as I was preparing myself mentally for this presentation. Brian appeared behind me but I wasn’t turning around since the man is married! How could I even..my eyes peeked from the corner of my eye to see that..gorgeous man smiling right behind me. My fingers grabbing the pendent to turn around and give him a smile. 

“Thank you Brian. Wish me luck!” Just try to get rid of the sexual tension with just being absolutely nice. Should just go away within the speech. 

“Ladies and gentlemen! I present to you Dr. Sybil Bruch.” Oh my god everything is happening so damn fast! The heart is racing again and I think my eyes are going to roll in the back of skull! Brian put his hands on my shoulders then placed a soft kiss on the back of my head. 

“You can do this. You can be anything you want to be, just turn yourself into anything you think you could ever be.” Why the hell did that sound so damn familiar? Whatever it’s from it somehow helped. Walking out to the podium as I was giving the board a few soft smiles. Moving the mic a little as I looked upon the crowd. 

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I’m so excited that you’re here this evening to hear about this brand new project our department has been working on for many months now. Today I will be discussing one of the moons of Jupiter known as S/2004 S 13. What we call it now known as Gaelhar.” Stopping for a second as Ray pulled up the PowerPoint. My eyes drifted over to Brian as I gave him a warm smile with him sticking up his thumb. 

“Thanks to the glorious efforts of engineers, fellow astrophysicists, and even a very well known scientist by the name of Dr. Brian May. We have discovered that one of the moons of Jupiter was once just like Earth before us.” Stopping again to see Brian in complete awe to the side of the stage. My hand reaching up to the pendant to hold it for a second. 

The presentation went fantastically to the point I even got the board to clap even more than usual. Brian, Ray, and I were in a small circle talking amongst each other trying to keep myself from going in some sort in an anatomical state. Is that even the right word at this point? For once..I could give two shits if Brian were to kiss me now. He’s the only one who has been there for me during this past week and if it were to happen I wouldn’t fight it anymore. 

Ray noticed one of his friends for it to be just Brian and I downing on tiramisu which was provided for free by the board. We kept glancing back and forth..waiting for one of us to say at least something to each other. 

“I wanna apologize to you Sybil. It wasn’t right to me to try to make a move on you and being married. Wasn’t the right thing to do and..” My fingers moving up to his lips to stop him from speaking. Giving him a smile of approval as my fingers glided over to his cheek. 

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for this project this past week..I..I.

“Dr. Bruch. Have you got a moment?” Dr. Alexis Faulk came up to us as I slipped my hand down then handing him my plate of tiramisu. He’s the head of the board and if he’s coming to me this early we should be able to finally start! 

“Dr. Bruch. As much as we love this project you and your department has worked very hard. It’s just not something that’s worth our time or interest. We’ll definitely keep this on record so when the time does come for us to head out to Jupiter we now have a plan. Thank you for the lovely presentation and now you don’t have to worry about that. See ya at the office Monday morning.” He nodded to go back to the fellow board members. 

His words stung all over my body as if wasp were all stinging me at once just for the pleasure of it. My throat tightened to the point I couldn’t even breath. I refuse to cry because he’s kind of right in sense..why go out to Jupiter when Mars is right around the corner! Exactly! Now I want wine...and ice cream. God I sound so damn depressing. 

Brian placed the plates down as he came over to me. But I didn’t want to be coddled at the moment or even touched..just..I just wasted months of my life on this big project that won’t even be used in my life time! And not even in my child’s lifetime! Moving past him as I was leaving the gala to go home and get absolutely drunk! Walking out to the parking lot where the vast amount of SUVs were all over the place as I tried to find ours. 

“You okay Sybil?” Brian caught up as I found our car with the driver in smoking a cigar. 

“To my home please.” Ignoring his question to have the driver climbed into the car. Before I could even climb in Brian stood in front of the door. 

“They said no didn’t they..” Nodding to him as my eyes began to water as my throat was beginning to swell again. He reached out to me as he engulfed me in his warm embrace. It felt so damn comforting to feel his warmth but the tears were continuing to roll down my stained cheek. 

“Sybil..Sybil look at me.” Looking up as he held himself up in such confidence. 

“What you’ve done is remarkable. It is something no one else could’ve ever done in their life. Not even I could do such a thing and you’ve done the impossible. Yes it’s horrible that they said no. But you went up there against the world and you did it! Be..be..” Our lips crashing against each other as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Pulling me in closer to him for his hands to squeeze my waist. Stopping to catch my breath as I was shaking a little bit. 

“Let’s get you home.” 

Arriving back to the house as we climbed out of the car then giving the driver a great tip. Unlocking the door to the house as we walked in to throw my clutch on the ground in anger. 

“I’m sorry Brian..I shouldn’t be acting like such a child in front of you but I’m..” He was taking off his jacket as I leaned against the couch. The tension was basically to thick you couldn’t even cut it with a knife. 

“Brian..make me feel something..Please just make me yours for a night...make me feel like I’m so much better than what that ass hole board.” Attacking me like a lion. His lips were warm, soft, and tasted like beautiful rose wine. Our tongues entering each other’s mouth to swirl around each other. Moans coming from both of our mouths and our hands tracing up and down our bodies. 

My hands ripping the front of his shirt opened for my nails to dig into his chest. His beautiful lips moved from mine then onto the bottom of my ear. Nails digging into his chest as ecstasy poured over my vision. 

“You’re so damn beautiful..” I could feel his hands moving up to the back off my dress to the back of my neck, ripping the neck strap so my dress would basically pop down. 

“Mhmm...God..” His hands beginning to squeeze my breast as my legs began to wrap around him. My body was absolutely melting in his touch as his long fingers squeezing my breast, pinching my nipples. 

“I wanna..” Couldn’t even finish what I wanted to say. He was already on his knees pulling down the rest of my dress so I would be standing there in only my underwear. 

“You want me to taste you?” Asking with his eyes widened before me. Nodding as he moved my panties to the side, then lifting my leg over his shoulder. 

One little lick already made me gasp. How can such a man have that much power over me. Another little lick over my clit till he wrapped his mouth over my entrance. At first his tongue was flicking my clit with no means of stopping. Faster..faster..my hips began moving slowly as his grip around my thigh tightened. His eyes were primal as his tongue moved down to my entrance. Not entering but was acting like some damn lizard. In..out….waiting for a second. In...out.. 

“Brian..please don’t tease me..” I was begging as if my life was depending on It. His eyes glued shut as he was absolutely devouring me like a man thirsting after water in a desert. My moans were filling the house so loudly that my neighbors might be wondering what’s going on. 

“So delectable..” Whispering as I could feel it building up so quickly. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck..Brian..Brian so close..” The first time Ive came..fuck fuck fuck. He removed his mouth to slowly insert his middle finger inside of me to pump as fast as he could. He put his tongue back onto my clit so I would be sent over the edge as quickly as I could. 

“Just let go..let go..” He said between flicks as I inhaled a large breath. Yanking his hair by accident as it released as over his fingers and the tip of his tongue. My body shaking to the point I almost fell onto the couch itself. He popped up to keep me a little steady as I stood back up from the couch. 

“We’re going upstairs.” Dragging him by his ripped shirt up the stairs but stopping every few steps to keep kissing each other and for me to grab his humongous bulge on his pants. He kept moaning till we reached the top of the stairs..but I couldn’t even wait anymore for him. 

Kneeling down as I unbuckled his pants to yank them down and take him straight into my mouth. I’ve never craved anyone like this in my life. His cock was glorious to have and was something I’ve enjoyed in my mouth. My tongue swirling around his tip as I sunk the rest into my mouth as fast as I could. 

“God..take it easy..” He chuckled as he had to lean against the wall. His right hand grabbing a handful of hair to start giving it a gentle pull. Nothing like how I yanked his for when I came to quickly. I want to please him...God pleasing him would give me even more pleasure in my life. Gripping his balls with my free hand which caused him to let a moan out and chuckle. 

Taking his entire length in my mouth for him to gasp as I moved my hands from his balls to the top of his chest so my nails could scratch down his chest. But stopping me to hold my hand as I continued to deep throat him. 

“Fuck fuck fuck..stop.. you..have to..stop..” My head moving as deep as it could each time so he would cause his eyes to roll in the back of his skull. His precum was beginning to pour as I stopped sucking for my tongue trail from the base to the tip, licking up his precum. Hoisting me up onto my feet as our lips began dancing around with each other again. 

Walking backwards into the bedroom as I fell back onto the bed as he stood at the edge of the bed. My hands reaching out for him as he climbed back on top of me then aimed his member towards the entrance. Waiting no time as he slowly inserted himself inside of me. 

“FUCK!” Squealing as he was stretching my walls. My legs wrapping around him to push him in further. God it hurts but it feels so fucking good my god. He placed his head on my shoulder as he began thrusting himself at a slow pace so he could stretch every inch of me. 

“God yes..Brian..” Laughing for a second as his lips began kissing my neck again with his cock beginning to pick up the pace. He’s moving to slow! I wanna ride him! My hands grabbing his shoulder to push him over onto his back. 

“Let me ride you..I wanna ride you till you fill me..” Pointing his member up as I slid down onto him. His eyes rolling into the back of his head as I began bouncing hard on his cock. Not fast. But slamming myself onto his cock for him to get completely lost. 

“Does it feel good?” Smiling as he smacked my ass hard to make me laugh. Smacking again to treat him a little as I tightened myself somehow. His eyes rolling into the back of his head as I began bouncing faster. I want him inside of me..

“C’mon Brian..Take me..” He grabbed my arms to pull me down to him so he could kiss me. Desperate kisses as he began thrusting hard into me. It felt so damn good to be penetrated so damn hard and so damn fast. 

“Yeah you slut you like that?” Nodding as I wrapped my arms around his neck as I felt myself boiling up again. He was getting so close to I could feel it! Yes yes yes. 

“Yes I love it..yes Brian please!” Our lips against each other once again as I tried to taste every inch of his lips. So soft..so damn beautiful! 

“Go go go go go..oh my god Brian yes!” He was smiling as he was smacking my ass and digging his nails into it with his final amount of thrust.

“Yes Sybil! Cum with me...cum with me please..take me as I take you!” He shoved himself as far as he could inside of me as I felt his cum pouring inside of me! HOLY FUCK!

“Brian!” I screamed as he held me close to him as he emptied himself inside. It felt so damn glorious to be filled with such a mans cum! A genius to take me to bed...to fill me..thank god. 

Climbing off him as we laid next to each other, my head resting on his bicep as we tried to catch our breaths. My body is still adjusting to the feeling of cum inside of me..the orgasm still riding my body. Looking up to him as he looked down upon me. Looking at his left hand to slip the ring off he wore to place it on the nightstand. Moving myself back up to him to place my hand on his cheek.

“You sure..?” My thumb rubbing a small circle as he grabbed it then kissed my palm. 

“Yes.” Attacking his lips with mine again as he hoisted me back on top of him. A night of ecstasy is all I need..and with him..I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[zachsreaderinserts]

Taking a Stand

ship: platonic!bbs x male!reader

dialogue prompt: "No! I'm tired of doing what you tell me!"

warnings: abusive relationship, high school au, i poured my heart and soul into this, it felt really nice to write something like this

"Good morning, gamers," I mumbled, walking to our table in the cafeteria. My friends simply said their greetings back or just nodded at me, looking just as tired as I was.

Mondays were always hard on us, especially since we all were trying to keep up with our channels on the weekends. We all probably had a few hours of decent rest.

"Is everyone gonna be ready to upload our Prop Hunt video tonight?" Craig asked, pulling out the Uno cards. It was a tradition for us to play before school started.

"Yeah," Tyler muttered.

"Yup," Evan replied.

"I think so. I haven't had the chance to edit it yet." Brock gave me a look, that was between concerned and confused.

"You're usually the first one to finish editing out of all of us." I yawned, tears pricking my eyes.

"Angel called me last night. She was ranting and told me not to hang up, so I couldn't get to it." I missed the eye rolls and the silent scoffs that were passed around the group.

"You could've told her you had something to do." Marcel pointed out as the game had begun.

"She wouldn't be happy about it. I don't like upsetting her." I placed down the first card, nudging Brian to place his next. "I'll try to get it done before dinner."

"There's no pressure, L/n. Take your time." Jonathan reassured me, giving me a soft smile. His smile quickly melted away and before I could ask why tan arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"Y/n!" Angel, my girlfriend of one month, exclaimed. She pecked my lips, smiling happily. "Good morning, baby."

"Mornin', Ang." Looking back down at the table, I noticed it was my turn again and a plus two was laid before me. "Oh, you motherfuckers!" Everyone laughed as I pulled two cards from the deck.

"Don't curse, Y/n." Angel lightly patted my shoulder, giving me an admonishing frown. "It's just a game."

"Sorry, babe. It's just that my friends," I threw out a mock glare, "are little shits."

"I was wondering if you could walk me to my locker." I glanced over at my friends before looking at her. "Please, Y/n!"

"I really want to finish this game." I tried to reason, looking in the green eyes of my lover. "Can you wait until the second bell?"

"Y/n, I want to get there before Samantha and April do so we can catch up on some stuff." Seeing that I was still hesitating, she frowned again. "I bet Raymond would walk me to my locker." I turned back around, trying to hide my hurt expression.

"Yeah, I'll walk you." She clapped in excitement as I set my cards down. "See y'all at lunch." I tried to put on a smile, but it felt forced more than anything. Angel wrapped her hand around mine, leading me away from my friends.

Lately, I've been becoming less happy with Angel. She would give me little bits of an insult, leaving me to wonder if she meant it or not. And whenever I wouldn't let her have her way, she would just grow cold and serious.

But, I still liked her. She meant a lot to me. So, I took everything with stride.

My friends, on the other hand, didn't. Back at the table, all of them grew frustrated and angry with our relationship.

"I fucking hate her," Tyler growled, slamming down a blue card onto the deck.

"Join the club." Marcel sneered, glaring as Angel and I disappeared around the corner. "What does he see in her?"

"Maybe he's just staying for the sex." David pointed out, cursing quietly as a plus four was placed down.

"Y/n's too insecure for sex." Brian countered, crossing his arms. "Remember what happened when he had his fall out with Kyle? The whole reason it started was because Y/n refused to fuck him."

"Whatever it is, I hope it's good enough to justify her shitty behavior." Lui cut in, leaning against Evan. "Though, I doubt there's anything that really can justify it."

"We just gotta trust Y/n for now, guys." Brock sent everyone a reassuring glance. "I'm sure he knows what's best for him."

---

"Happy Valentine's Day!" I cheered, carrying an assortment of flowers and chocolates to my friends.

"Whoa!"

"Chocolate!"

"Holy shit!"

"Oh my God!" Various noises of surprise came from them as I placed the stash on the table, grinning proudly.

"Let me hand them out first, children." They went quiet as I started passing around gift cards with a gift attached.

For Evan, I stayed true to his simplistic nature and got him a bouquet of various red flowers. Jonathan received a chocolate box full of bear shaped candies. I got Lui and Brock assorted flowers, which were in almost every shade of the rainbow. Brian and Craig got Starbucks gift cards while I got David and Marcel Visa gift cards.

The last gift was for Tyler, but it was hidden in a plain, black box.

"Okay, open that one under the table." He did as I said and once he opened it, he started laughing loudly. I started laughing at his reaction, slapping the table.

"Y/n, you didn't!" He pulled out a blue dildo, about the size of his forearm. Brock quickly rushed to hide it, laughing along with the rest of us.

After the short laughing fit, they began to read the cards I gave them, either tearing up or smiling at my genuine messages.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/n!" Angel gave me a kiss on the mouth, which made me flustered.

"Ah, Angel! Not in front of the guys!" She pulled back, looking dejected. "Sorry, but you know I don't like kissing in front of other people."

"But it's Valentine's Day!" She pressed, slowly getting visibly angry with me. "Shouldn't we be making out all day?"

"I'm just not comfortable with it." She gave me a glare and I sighed, getting sad. "Sorry, Angel."

"No... Don't be. Just-- Did you get me anything?" I lit up, seeing the opportunity to cheer her up.

"Actually, yeah! It's at my house right now, so if you wanna come over later--"

"You mean to tell me that you don't have a gift to give me during the school day?" I shut my mouth, looking at her in confusion. The table around us went silent.

"Is that 'boyfriend protocol' or something?" She huffed frustratedly, taking a step back and crossing her arms.

"Uh, yes! How am I gonna show everyone how good of a boyfriend you are if you don't have a gift during school hours?"

"I don't think you'd need to flaunt around how good of a boyfriend I am if you already know it." I shrugged, trying to keep the tears at bay. "I'm no genius or anything, but I think I'm a very good boyfriend."

"Nevermind, Y/n. I'm going to class." She hissed, storming off. I clenched my fists, trying not to cry in front of my friends.

"Don't listen to her, Y/n." Lui comforted, leading me back to the table. "She's probably on her period or something."

"I made her a painting of us. I worked hard on it and everything." My voice cracked as I folded my arms and laid my head down on them. "I thought she would appreciate it."

"I don't think you guys should keep dating." Evan rubbed my back while talking to me. "You both clearly aren't happy in this situation."

"No, no. I'll figure it out. I really want to keep dating her." I looked at him with a teary face. "I'm sorry for crying."

"Hey, don't be." David came over, sitting next to me. "Why are you saying sorry?"

"Are you fucking crying right now? That's for babies, Y/n! I'm not gonna date a man who cries like a damn baby after an argument." Angel ranted, pointing at my face.

"I have no clue." I lied, rubbing my eyes harshly.

---

y/ntheactualgod has logged onto: what's jon's sexuality??

y/ntheactualgod: DHSJSK WHO CHANGED THE GROUPCHAT NAME

miniladd: IT WAS ME

h20delirious:

FUCK ALL OF YOU

h20delirious changed the chat name to: craig has a micropenis

y/ntheactualgod: and i oop

iamwildcat: y/n if you say "and i oop" one more time i'm going to freak the fuck out

y/ntheactualgod: A N D I OOP

moosnuckel: now you gotta beat them up tyler you said it yourself

iamwildcat: i'm gonna kick your ass as soon as we get to school tomorrow

y/ntheactualgod: do it pussy

vanossgaming: can i record it for my channel?

basicallyidowrk: they're gonna be the next logan paul and ksi

thegamingterroriser: but who's who?

y/ntheactualgod: call dibs on being ksi

iamwildcat: call dibs on being ksi F U CK I DON'T WANNA BE LOGAN PAUL

daithidenogla: sucks to suck

y/ntheactualgod: hold on, angel's messaging me

---

angelbabycakes: Y/N Y/N Y/N

y/ntheactualgod: what's up sugar

angelbabycakes: can i come over?

y/ntheactualgod: to hang out at like 2 AM?

angelbabycakes: not to hang out silly i wanna take our relationship to the next level

---

I felt my heart stop in my chest as I read over what she sent me.

---

y/ntheactualgod: oh. um, hold on

---

y/ntheactualgod: ANGEL WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH ME WHAT DO I DO?????

basicallyidowrk: SEND US A SCREENSHOT

y/ntheactualgod: unknown.png

h20delirious: oh my god

luicalibre: do u wanna have sex with her?

y/ntheactualgod: uhhhhh not really if i'm being honest ITS NOT THAT I DONT LIKE HER I LOVE ANGEL BUT IM NOT READY FOR SEX

miniladd: that's fine y/n! nothing to be worried about. just tell her how you feel

---

y/ntheactualgod: im sorry angel, but im not ready for that yet

angelbabycakes: look out ur window :)

---

"She didn't," I whispered in horror, rushing to go peek out the window. In my backyard stood my girlfriend of three months, who smiled up at me. I saw her put her phone to her ear and my phone lit up with a call from her. Answering it with shaky hands, I looked down at her through the window.

"Hey, baby! Can you let me in?"

"Angel, I love you a lot, but I can't do this." My voice trembled with anxiety as I saw her face be pulled into a frown. "I'm so sorry, honey, but I just can't have sex with anyone right now."

"Why not! I've been dating your sorry ass for three months! The least you could do is make it worth my while!"

"Angel, I--" She let out an enraged yell, picking up one of my lawn chairs and throwing it across my backyard. I watched in horror as she practically messed up my backyard. "Angel, please stop!"

"I'm tired of dating your wimpy ass! I don't deserve to be with such an ungrateful boyfriend." And she hung up on me, storming out of my yard. My hands were shaking so hard, I dropped my phone. Sinking to the floor, I stuck my head into my knees and started sobbing.

Was I crying of fear or heartbreak? I couldn't even tell.

---

"Good morning, Y/n!" I yelped loudly as David clapped his hand on my shoulder. He pulled his hand away, looking at me concerned.

"Oh, hey David." My voice was scratchy from a lack of sleep, but I didn't let it stop me from talking. "Sorry, you just scared me."

"I'm sorry. You look like you just saw a ghost." As we walked over to the lunch table, I kept my eyes open for Angel, becoming more paranoid the further in we walked. "Where were you this morning?"

This morning was really rough for me. I decided to skip out on sitting with my friends to hide in the bathroom, out of fear that Angel would confront me about last night.

"I had a long night. Woke up late." I lied, weakly smiling up at my friend. "Hope you guys were worried about me."

"We kinda were. Especially after what happened earlier this morning." I looked away from David, seeing that we were nearing the lunch table.

"I'm fine," I reassured to him, rushing to go sit down. I missed the unconvinced look on his face as he walked after me. "Hey, guys."

"Y/n! Where've you been?" Evan called out, grinning as I sat between him and Craig.

"Late morning," I responded, pulling out a cup of jello from my lunchbox. "Who won Uno today?"

"Lui did. He was totally cheating, though." Tyler complained, making me smile genuinely. I felt myself relax a little around them as I opened up the cup.

"You're a winner in my heart, Ty--"

"Y/n!" I couldn't help but jump harshly as Angel called out my name. I managed to squeeze all the jello out of the cup and all over my hand. Angel's tan arms wrapped around my shoulders and she moved to peck my cheek. "I didn't see you this morning."

Was she choosing to forget about what had happened?

"Uh... I woke up late." I stuttered, looking at my now ruined jello. "Sorry."

"You should really be more responsible, Y/n." As she picked her hand up to move a piece of my hair, I couldn't help the tiny flinch. Luckily she didn't notice. "You wanna come over later to watch some Netflix?" She gave me a look similar to the one she wore last night when she first stood in my backyard, letting me know what she was implying.

"I'm sorry, Angel, but I got--"

"Let me guess. Homework? A recording session? Friends coming over?" She took her arms away from my shoulders, giving me a harsh glare. "You never have time for me."

"Angel, not here," I whispered, looking at the eyes of my friends watching us talk.

"Don't give me that BS, L/n! You don't care about me anymore!" She stood up to her full height, putting her hands on her hips. "Don't talk to me unless you wanna apologize." And she stomped away again, leaving me behind with an empty cup of jello and a hand covered in it.

"I'll be right back," I muttered, scared that I was going to start crying in front of the whole cafeteria. I speed-walked to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I let the tears slip down my cheeks and silently cried my heart out. My jello covered hand stained my shirt, but at the time, I didn't really care.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" I went silent, hoping that Brock would go away. "Y/n, I can see you sitting in there."

"Go away." My voice broke midsentence as Brock's footsteps came closer to my stall.

"Y/n, we just wanna help you." Jonathan came over as well. "Please come out."

"I-- I can't!" I yelled, feeling broken. "I'm trying so hard to make her happy and she just can't accept it! I've been letting her do as she pleases and it feels like she doesn't even listen to me. I don't want to cuddle with her and then she stops talking to me! I don't give her a gift during Valentine's Day at school and she yells at me! I say I don't want to have sex with her and she proceeds to trash my backyard! I'm so tired of not being enough!" I was gasping for air near the end, recognizing that I was starting to have another anxiety attack. I quickly unlocked the door and smashed into the nearest person's chest, sobbing heavily. They wrapped their arms around me, swaying back and forth as I let out month's worth of tears.

"We're here, Y/n. We've got you." Brian whispered. I felt another pair of arms wrap around us and soon, everyone joined in on the hug.

And for the first time in months, I felt safe and secure.

Once my crying had dialed down, we all separated. I wiped my face with my sleeve, trying to remove any remnants of tears.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry for crying. There's no reason for you to say sorry when you're this mentally torn about something." Craig gave me a stern glare, holding me by the shoulders. "Why do you say sorry every time you cry?"

"I... I've been told that crying is considered being babyish." Evan huffed, rolling his eyes at me.

"So what? Showing emotions isn't being a baby. It's being genuine. If you hide your emotions, then you're just equivalent to a robot. You should be happy that you can express yourself so well. As cool as it would be to be a robot, I think it would get pretty boring." I smiled a little, sniffing.

"You think?"

"He's right, Y/n. Craig's expressive, but he lifts like a damn champion. And Tyler screams like a preteen, but he's just as strong as anyone else."

"Hey!" We all laughed at that.

"The point is is that you shouldn't feel bad for being emotional. It's a part of who you are." I nodded, feeling confident in myself. "Now, if I were to guess correctly, I'm assuming Angel told you that." My smile quickly changed to a frown.

"How'd you know?" I asked Marcel, to which Jonathan snorted at me.

"Your girlfriend's a douchebag, Y/n. I'm sorry, but it's the Gospel Truth." I just sighed, leaning against the wall.

"I know. But I love her." Brock grabbed my face gently, making me look in his eyes.

"Think of every moment you had with her that was happy." I looked up, trying to recall every moment.

When I asked her out. Our first date. The day we went on a road trip. Her aunt's wedding. My birthday.

"Now think of every moment that you weren't happy with her."

Our first fight. Meeting my parents. Valentine's Day. LAST NIGHT. NOT EVEN TWO MINUTES AGO--

"I have to go," I muttered, a sense of urgency and determination running through me. I slinked past everyone, rushing out of the bathroom and to the lunch room. They all followed me as I walked over to Angel's lunch table, where she turned to face me.

"Are you here to apologize?" I didn't even get to open my mouth when she spoke. "Well, too bad. I'm still angry--"

"No! I'm tired of doing what you tell me!" I cut her off, balling up my fists. "Last night, you trashed my backyard because I wouldn't fuck you! And you just yelled at me for saying no to hanging out after school. I've been doing everything for you when you wouldn't even do half of it for me!" The cafeteria went silent as I was speaking, watching us argue. And for once, I didn't care who saw me.

"How dare you, Y/n! I fucking love you!" She started tearing up, fake tears to get sympathy from me. "You're going to break up with me?!"

"Uh, yeah? Was that not clear?!" She closed her mouth, shocked by my rage. "If you fucking loved me then you would've respected the fact that I didn't want sex! You would've accepted my gift during Valentine's Day and you would've respected my wishes throughout the year of me saying no! But you didn't. Instead, you manipulated me continuously with no hesitation and it's because you can't seem to get in your tiny brain that not everyone owes you anything!" Tears leaked from my eyes, but this time, I didn't care who saw. "I'm done, Angel. I want everything I ever gave you back."

"You can't do that!" She grabbed my wrist, looking into my eyes. "Y/n, I love you!"

I looked down at my now ex-girlfriend, ripping my hand away from her.

"No, you don't." And with that, I left her behind, once and for all.

As I exited the cafeteria, I watched Lui come up and clap me on the shoulder, smiling at me.

"You did good, Y/n." I smiled. And it felt really great as a whole new feeling blossomed in my chest.

"Yeah. I did, huh?" Freedom. That's what this was. Freedom from months of torture. I wiped away tears, not feeling ashamed for shedding them. "You guys wanna go ditch for some Hardee's?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Alright!"

"Yes!"

"Sure."

"Cool!"

"I'm down."

"I call shotgun!"

"I'm taking my car!" As the others rushed out, Craig stayed behind, turning to look at me.

"Are you okay?" Linking our arms together, I sighed happily.

"I'm feeling great."

[luvrgirl555]

about you (ten things part 3) Roger Taylor x Reader

a/n: holy shit this is long but whatever. third and last intallment of the ten things series. hope you liked it! leave a comment and pls rb or like!! it means so much more than you could imagine. thanks for reading!

imagine whichever roger you fancy.

fluff (so much so, it’s disgusting) w/ a hint of angst. reader cries a lot.

words: 2.6k+

editing: minimal

warnings: postpartum depression

I hate it when you make me laugh

“oh my god, rog! stop!” you giggled as you ran down the hall of your now shared flat of over 7 months.

he was chasing you around the house trying to tickle your feet when he learned how ticklish you were.

“i swear to god, rog-” you started but you were now trapped in your bedroom. and he picked you up over his shoulder. your laughter had never been louder as he threw you on the bed and tickled your sides underneath his shirt you were wearing.

“s-s-stop,” you breathed through giggles and kicking at his arms.

when you finally rolled away you ran into the closet.

the tabloids always seemed to assume that you were materialistic and took up all of roger’s money, but that couldn’t be more untrue. most of your closet was made up of his fur coats and funky shirts. you quickly threw on a luxurious fur coat he had recently worn to one of freddies parties and came out the door. he was lying on the bed. head in his hands looking at you as you exited.

“you look absolutely ravishing, my love,” he beamed while standing to meet you. 

“do i look like you, yet?” you giggled and started dancing slowly. 

“not even close,” he said, “better.”

you laughed and fell into his arms as he just held you tight. like someone would take you from him.

you just closed your eyes as the music from your living room floated into the room. living with roger meant you always listened to music. 

“dance with me, dear,” roger whispered in your ear while turning you to face him.

you looked up in his sparkling eyes and your lips turned up into a smile. “i’m always up for dancing with a handsome man.”

you started to sway as he took your right hand, his left wrapped around your waist. you held onto his neck as it seemed you couldn’t get close enough.

you leaned on his chest as the music played softly. his chest was bare and his skin was warm. you wanted so desperately to just be this way forever.

before you could think anymore he whispered something you didn’t hear. you quickly looked up.

“what?” you asked.

“Marry Me,” he said clearer, now.

your stomach dropped.

“well, don’t say nothing,” he laughed. 

tears filled your eyes as he got down on his knees and took your hands in his.

“i don’t have a ring yet or an extravagant location or even a song but i have a whole body’s worth of love for you. every piece of me loves every piece of you,” he breathed and you dropped to your knees, your eyes wet. he put his hands to your cheeks. “so, will you do me the complete honor, of becoming my wife?” he asked softly

“god, yes.”

Even worse when you make me cry

your wedding had been perfect so far. you’d only cried during the vows and when freddie gave his celebratory speech before getting too drunk to say anything. 

your dress was beautiful, but you thought your groom was more so.

he and his band seemed to clean up nicely, you thought.

you’d had a wonderful night celebrating and dancing as roger held you close like he had months before your shitty apartment building. but tonight you had a secret.

your hands had been in his all night long, never leaving for a second and that didn’t stop as he pulled you onto the floor for one last slow dance.

the others tried to join but he quickly said, “i just want to dance with my girl.” you smiled softly and obliged.

he held you close. “roger, i have something to tell you,” you whispered into his hair.

he looked at you expectantly, almost scared. 

“what’s wrong?” he asked.

“why would something be wrong?” you scoffed playfully.

he bit his lip. “ i don’t know. i wanted this night to be perfect for you. was the cake okay? you haven’t had a sip to drink tonight,” he started to list off things but you put your finger to his soft lips.

“shh, everything was perfect,” you said and continued to sway in his arms. “ i just have some news.”

he looked confused.

“so, you remember two weeks ago, when we didn’t have a condom in that hotel?” you started and he smiled. easily the best sex he’d ever had by a long way.

“yes, dear,” he started to say something else but you cut him off.

“i’m pregnant,” you said suddenly, not able to contain your excitement.

he abruptly stopped moving and stared at you. his eyes trailing to your stomach instinctively. 

“i-i’m-” he breathed. “i’m going to be a dad?” he asked.

you laughed a little. “you’re going to be the best dad,” you smiled. 

the reaction his showed was something you weren’t expecting. his hand flew to his mouth as tears ran down his cheeks.

“i’m gonna be a dad,” he kept whispering before falling to the floor. and you fell with him, wiping tears from his eyes. 

“what’s goin’ on, mate?” brian came running over, john, veronica, freddie and mary on his tail. 

his glossy eyes looked up as he shouted, “i’m going to be a dad!”

brian and john quickly pulled up roger and pulled him into a bear hug as freddie, veronica and mary hurried you into several hugs of your own.

congratulations were shared and your emotions quickly got the better ofyou as well. 

as you were leaving the festivities, rogers arm slung protectively around your waist he said, “fuck you for making me cry on my wedding day, love.” 

you laughed and slapped his arm before sitting in his lap, even though you could have sat anywhere in the limousine.

I hate the way you're not around,  And the fact that you didn't call

you sighed before sitting on the sofa in your living room while rubbing your growing belly.

“i wonder when your daddy’s gonna call,” you whispered, you heard that talking to your baby would help them develop more in the womb and even more so, you were lonely.

it was 3 in the morning and it’d been a couple days since you’d heard from roger. he was loving america and you didn’t ever want to feel like a burden so you hadn’t said anything about this before. about how he’d been gone for three months, most of your marriage and half of your pregnancy so far.

the phone rang in the kitchen and you stood as quickly as you could without help and breathed heavily. waddling to the kitchen you answered the phone as quick as possible.

“hello?” you asked expectantly.

“hello, darling,” the other end of the line spoke and your heart immediately sunk.

“hey, fred,” you rested your free hand on your belly. “how’s the tour?”

“oh, my dear, it’s wonderful, but i didn’t call to talk about us. i want to hear from you.”

“i’m okay, fred,” you lied.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, genuine worry in his voice.

“is roger with you?” you whispered, tears rolling down your face. you had to keep breathing to stop yourself from crying heaving sobs.

“oh, darling,” he started but you cut him off.

“nevermind, don’t worry about it. don’t tell him i said anything. i would talk longer but it’s nearly 4 out here,” you sniffled. “thanks for calling freddie.”

he started to say something more but you hung up the phone, went to your bedroom, lied alone and cried. 

* * * * *

“she sounds like hell,” freddie stormed onto the tour bus where his bandmates were dressing for an afterparty.

“who does, fred?” brian asked, not really paying attention. 

“his wife,” he pointed to roger. 

roger rolled his eyes and john sighed. 

“how would you know?” roger asked, defensive. he’d already had enough alcohol for all four of them to be tipsy.

“i called her, clearly you haven’t been doing that,” freddie walked straight up to roger, not an ounce of fear in his body.

“he’s right, rog,” john said quietly. “you haven’t called her.”

“mind your damn business, deaky,” roger shouted.

“hey! uncalled for!” brian stepped in.

“roger it’s four am in london and instead of sleeping she’s up waiting for you to call,” freddie said after taking a calming breath.

“what’s wrong, roger?” john asked desperatly, never raising his voice.

“i-i don’t know,” roger fell on the floor, his legs crossed and glass in hand. 

they sat in silence for about a minute before roger spoke again. 

“i shouldn’t have left her,” he sniffled, the boys now noticed his glossy blue eyes. 

“you feel bad for leaving her?” brian asked softly.

“call her,” john insisted.

“right now?” roger breathed.

“she was about to cry herself to sleep, call her,” freddie left the van and roger quickly ran after him, quarters jangling in his pocket.

* * * * *

the phone rang in your bedroom this time and your crying subsided. you pushed your self to sit and breathed heavily, running your fingers over rogers shirt you were wearing to smooth out the wrinkles on your belly.

you answered after it rang four times and quickly said, “fred, i’m sorry i hung up on you but i really don’t want to talk now. maybe tomorrow night?” you offered but the voice on the other end was that of your husbands.

“‘ello, love,” he murmered.

as much as you wanted to be happy to hear his voice and listen to what he was going to tell you about america you couldn’t find it in yourself to be so kind.

“that’s all i get after a week of missed calls? a ‘ello love?” you mocked his tone.

“baby, you sound tired,” he whispered. 

“it’s four in the morning here and your monster of a child won’t quit kicking me in the ribs. i’m tired,” you huffed.

“i wish i was there,” he cooed.

“don’t even go there, taylor,” your heart ached. 

you stayed on the line without talking for about a minute.

“i shouldn’t have left,” he finally said. “and i know it sounds like horseshit but i’m  so sorry, my love. if i could do anything to make it up to you i would.”

“there’s not another girl? a skinnier, prettier girl?” you whispered, suddenly shy.

“don’t even go there, taylor,” he teased. “i didn’t call because it makes me miss you. i’m a selfish arse and you deserve better.”

“i accept your apology,” you mused. 

“you are getting everything you’ve ever wanted you angel of a woman. i couldn’t dream a better wife than you,” he commented and you giggled. 

“stop it, roger,” you scoffed, playfully.

“two more weeks, my beautiful bride,” he grinned. “and tell that little monster inside you to be good to their mummy or else daddy’ll get ‘em.” 

you smiled, tears rolling down your face, but for the first time in a while, you were happy.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you

“roger taylor i will kill you after this baby is born,” you waddled from the kitchen to your living room where he was sat reading a magazine.

his eyes lit up when he saw you, “what does that mean, love?” he asked before pulling you to sit on his lap.

you had hit full term. 

last week.

and, christ you didn’t think you could grow more without popping.

he placed his hands gently on your belly, a sensation you’d gotten used to since he’d gotten home. he’d always been handsy and apparently pregnancy made you “smokin’ hot,” in his own words.

“i can’t do this anymore, make me go into labor,” you cried dramatically before lying in the crook of his neck.

“oh, my love, you’re the strongest, bravest girl i know. this little thing can’t get the best of you,” he ran his fingertips along your arms. 

a couple of beeps came from the kitchen and you had to have roger push you up before smoothing out your dress and moving as fast as you could to the kitchen to finish making pasta for tonight.

“you’re an angel,” roger called after you and you rolled your eyes.

Not even close, 

“oh my god, i hate you,” you breathed as roger held your hand, horrified.

after three pushes your baby girl was sat on your bare chest as you held her close, her little screams filling the halls and yours and roger’s hearts. 

* * * * *

“and these are your uncles,” roger mused at your baby girl, holding her close as he showed her off to john, brian and freddie.

“can i?” freddie held out his arms and looked at you. 

“of course,” you smiled softly as roger handed her over gently to go stand by you.

“oh, my darling,” freddie grinned from ear to ear at the baby, “we are going to get in so much trouble together.” 

you laughed with brian and john as roger’s face only moved from a smile to a frown. 

“my turn,” deacy said, holding out his hands. roger was immediately more calm at the prospect of john holding his girl. 

veronica and john had already started their football team.

“she’s beautiful,” deacy smiled. “looks just like you, y/n.”

“and thank god for that,” roger laughed and hit his arm playfully.

brian was last and the most nervous. 

“just hold her head up, bri, you’ll be okay,” you assured him.

his fingers held her head up softly and she opned her big blue eyes to look at him.

“hey,” he laughed a little bit. “have you got a name yet?” he asked. 

“may mercury jane taylor,” roger whispered and all three men lit up. 

“she wouldn’t be here without you all, she’s named after the planets, months and uncles she’ll always be surronded by,” you said.

not even a little bit, 

“i don’t know what to do,” you sobbed above may’s crib and roger entered quickly pulling you into a hug.

“what’s wrong, dear?” he asked. 

“s-she won’t eat and my arms are s-so tired i can’t h-hold her up any-anymore,” you hiccuped into his neck.

“alright go getin bed, love, i’ll be there in a second,” he said and you looked up worried.

“but what about-?”

“don’t worry, i’ll be there in a second,” he said assuredly. 

you were too tired to put up a fight so you truged off to bed.

you just sat,feeling defeated and aabsolutely worn in every sense of the word.

roger came into the room a few moments later with may in his arms, she blinked several times, taking in her surrondings.

he sat down next you and put a pillow on your lap before setting the baby down atop it.

you sniffled as he said, “now i’ll hold her neck, you do whatever needs to be done.” 

you looked at him and smiled tiredly before kissing his cheek sweetly.

“you’re my hero,” you whispered.

“can your hero get a real kiss?” he asked and you obliged.

not even at all.

roger held you close after coming home from another tour. he said he would never let you go.

“i want to stay this way forever,” you rubbed his nose with yours.

“you’re better than anything i ever could’ve dreamed, my love,” he grinned, cocky.

“you’ve definitely used that line before,” you laughed.

“it never gets old,” he defended.

you sat in his arms warmly before whispering something unitelligble. 

“what?” you asked.

“i’m going to love you for the rest of my life,” he looked down at you and you ran your fingers through his blond locks.

“as am i.”

tags: @strawberryfields-forever

[biodegradeable-and-degradeable]

Chaos (trial)

So I haven’t decided if I want to post this story. It’s already written, 33k words long, and its honestly pretty personal to me. I wrote it in a really traumatic time of my life, and the lead character goes through a lot of hell because I was taking it out on something that wasn't myself. The events in this story are completely fictional, they haven’t happened to me, and I hope they don’t happen to anyone. I will warn you, this is an excerpt from the full story because I haven’t decided if I’m posting it or not. It is from the early second third of the story (if you can figure out what that means), and is about 750 words long. I haven’t edited it at all, I’m just copying and pasting. That also means you get next to no background on the characters. Sorry. The names that seem familiar (if you’re a punk band geek like me) are for the people you associate them with. I’m too lazy to build proper characters when I can use people instead. So, quick thing: Austin- Austin Carlile

Tino- Valentino Artega (thats definitely spelled wrong, sorry Tino!)

Brian, or Bri- Brian Burkenheiser (from I Prevail)

Alex- my own character, she’s 16-17 in this segment

Phil, Alan- both guitarists from Of Mice & Men

Aaron- Aaron Pauley, clean vocalist from Of Mice & Men

Yeah, I think that’s it. Trent is my own character, I don’t think he appears here. Lexi is mine. She’s based off of a friend of mine in real life. She’s Alex’s best friend and a complete badass.

Okay, enjoy. My writing has gotten worse from this story, so, it only gets worse from here. Sorry!

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I was walking down the sidewalk, texting Lexi about the session we had tonight in the studio when I feel my shoulder bump into someone. “Sorry” The guy says, looking up at me and pushing his headphones off his ears. They fall down around his neck as he tilts his head back and smiles at me. “You look familiar.” He says, and I shrug, “I go to a lot of concerts?” I guess, “That’s about all I do” I laugh, taking one earbud out. “What are you listening to?” He asks me, “One of my friend’s songs.” I say, and his eyebrow raises, “Who?” he says with a smile.

“Metalcore band. You probably haven’t heard of them.” I say, and he smirks, “I sing in a metalcore band.”

That makes me raise an eyebrow, “Really? I’m listening to Of Mice and Men.” I say, and he nods, “I was at their show downtown about 3 weeks ago.”

That makes me smirk, “You remember the song they played called “the storm”?”

He nods, “Yeah. I love their album.”

“I recorded that song for them.” I smirk, and he smiles, “impressive. What’s your name, if I may ask?”

“Alexandria Feldman.” I say, and he smiles, “I’m Brian. I feel like I’ve seen you before.”

I think, “What’s your band’s name?” I ask him, “I Prevail.”

My brain flashes images of a band on stage at one of the local clubs, and I pull my phone out, flipping through the calendar quickly, “Oh, I know! I was photographing a show at the Ark on 6th and you were promoting your band outside the door.” I remember, and he nods, “Yeah. You were with that Trent guy.”

I nod, “Trent is one of my good friends.” I say, and he nods, “He’s cool enough.”

I laugh for a second, Brian was an amusing guy. My phone dings with a text and I glance down, seeing Lexi’s name and a long message starting with, “So about my boyfriend…” My ears catch the sound of tires screeching, and my eyes betray my phone, glancing up to see an old Mustang pulling around the corner. My heart drops and I feel my lungs suck in air as I say, “I… I… I’ve gotta.. I’ve gotta go.” I say, my mind flashing back to the night in the alley.

“What’s wrong?” Brian asks me, glancing at the car that was pulling up.

My head gestures to him to walk with me, my feet quickly carrying me back towards the studio where I had come from. Brian jogs up to me as I pull the hood up on my jacket, “What’s wrong?” he asks me as I push my hair from my hood over to cover part of my face.

Immediately I text Austin and Tino, “Meet me at the record studio. Now.”

Brian was practically jogging to keep up with me, and I just shove the door open to the studio, locking the front door as I say, “Him and I don’t have good history.”

“No kidding.” Tino says, panting as he jogs in from the back door. “How the hell did he know where you were?” Alan asks me, “I don’t know. Maybe I just have shitty luck.”

“Who is this?” Tino asks me, Alan looking over his shoulder and spotting Brian. “Brian!” He says, smirking. Brian relaxes, doing some hand shake with him. “How do you know each other?” I ask Alan, “Uh…” he starts laughing. “If you are high in the studio I may kill you.” I warn. He smirks at me, and I roll my eyes.

“I am never ever going to record with you again.” Alan says, “That’s a lie” Tino inputs, “But really, how did you meet him?”

“Bumped into her on the street. Not kidding.” Brian smiles, and I shrug. “I was texting Lexi.”

The door behind me starts shaking with someone pounding on it. “TINO!” I hear Austin yell, and I turn around, standing to the side and unbolting the door. Austin pushes it open, eyes on fire until he sees me standing there, still quivering. He steps in, locking the door again and wrapping me in his arms.

“Where is he? Is he dead yet?” Austin looks around the room, “He was getting out of his car when she took off” Brian says, and Austin tenses. “Who are you?”

“This is my friend Brian!” Alan smirks, and Austin tenses some more. “Okay then. Why were you there?”

“We ran into each other and started talking” Brian repeats, and Tino says, “It’s fine, Austin.”

see, shit. told ya so.