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simp-ly-writes · 11 months ago

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Friend of the Captain (pt.2)

Pairing: Edward "Eddie" Horniman x afab!Reader

Summary: Years had past since you had last seen Eddie. Doctor, CEO and soon to be girlfriend of another man. You end up seeing him at Freddy and Tammy's wedding yet other forces keep pulling your both away from admitting to your feelings. What will it take for one of you to see the truth?- as Charlotte ever so indelicately puts it.

Warnings: 3755 words, utter jealousy, language, and light teasing, angst to potential fluff and lots and lots of pining.

A/N: I have watched an unhealthy amount of edits while on dinner break- I must be stopped (gods i'm supposed to be on break!)- this is way longer than I was expecting it to be, perhaps even a part three...

Masterlist | Taglist | somewhat un-edited.

(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3)

↳ Years had past since you had last seen Edward. You still kept in contact with his siblings and his mother, of course. Lady Sabrina refused to let you go- often sending various treats and letters towards your family's estate, you called her ever other week with updates to your studies, travels, and love life. Your mother teasingly voiced her jealousy towards her best friend choosing her own daughter over her best friend.

↳ You often joined the older ladies out for a dinner or lunch with Charlotte tagging along when she was not in school (yet you would never tell Charlotte's parents otherwise to you signing her out as a trusted guardian and taking her even out of the country some weekends). Clicking your glasses together while looking down upon the busy London streets, you smirked seeing someone wearing a piece of yours from across the street.

Tugging at your mothers dress-sleeve she trued around in her seat, grasping your hand in a tight squeeze of excitement and pride as her wrist glittered in your newest bracelet collection. After finishing your PHD of Business Administration you took a fake name to hide your identity for the public and papers for as long as you could. You often blushed now- seeing your face on gossip articles with your date of the evening.

Dinner tonight was a celebration of your recent contract with an up-and-coming movie star- he would be wearing your necklaces on the red carpet by the end of the week. A bottle of bubbly, bubbled your laughter to the surface as they all screamed in your ear, jumping up and down and clapping their hands in the restaurant as you ducked your head, trying to stray away from the attention.

↳ Unknowing to you though is that your's and Edward's mother collected all the gossip magazines, continuing their bet as Sabrinas heart fell every time you looked so in love with your new partner. Charlotte would often make side comments about your "slut era" she called it as you knocked her shoulder with your own, rolling your eyes before your mother swatted your shoulder at the dinner table and insisted on maintaining appearances in the public eye.

↳ When inside your studio-office space, drafting up new designs with your creative team. You spun around of your chair and became shocked when you eventually rolled back around to find a wax-sealed envelope with the Halstead crest so beautifully stamped. Peeling away the wax as carefully as you could, the thick, textured paper settled nicely between our hands as you read through the invitation. Tears beginning to well in your eyes before you were squealing in Freddy's ear through the desk-phone as he winced and handed the phone over to Tammy. Both laughing over your childish excitement to their own wedding.

↳ You called the brainstorming off early, rushing to help Tammy find just the right dress later that afternoon as she thanked you for assisting with the wedding planing (already fed up with Lady Sabrina's input into the event- though she was funding a large portion of it due to Freddys... interesting resume).

↳ Wedding dress shopping happened later that spring as you teared up seeing the woman in white. Helping her into your exclusively design accessories and veil. Later that day, you third-wheeled the couple during cake testing- eating double of your weight in sweets as your teeth ached afterwards.

↳ During the bridal party. You all got dressed up in small red dresses and matching heels as you style one another's hair and got your nails done for the evening. You all went to a bar to start of the week strong, you had never felt so carefree and young after the countless sleepless nights of being a CEO and Doctorate student- you really let yourself go that night. Waking up in the bed of a stranger who wrapped their muscled arm over your waist.

Trying to wiggle your way out of their grip and find your various articles of clothing spread round the downtown flat, you ended up stealing one of their shirts- not bothering to look at the design plastered on the front as you placed your phone on to charge and started breakfast.

The oven dinged, the eggs were done as you put out a spread across the countertop before doing a light clean of last nights activities- doing your best to put away things where you thought they belonged and were stopped halfway by an arm pulling you back into their chest and placing a kiss against your forehead, "thank you, love. Didn't have to do any of this at all- I appreciate it very much."

A blush spread over your cheeks as you led them towards the still hots plates and ate together. There name was William from your foggy memories of last night. By the groaning the man in front of you was excepting while pouring himself a coffee, he seemed as well wasted as you were.

"Can I get you any Advil or orange juice?" William asks, placing a coffee in front of you with a smile as you wipe your mouth and take a small sip. "No, I'm alright." When washing up the dishes together, he offered to place your things in the wash while making small talk throughout and even going for a round three later that morning.

Becoming lost in the bubble you both formed for yourselves, hands casting through the short strands of dirty blonde hair that tickled your palms. Your heart dropped in the slightest bit when his phone rang as a show you were both listening to in the background was paused. He whispered a sorry towards you, patting your knee before taking a stand and walking over to the bedroom, you could only hear the start to the conversation, "Captain, everythin' alright?"

Deeming yourself overstaying your welcome, you walked towards the hall bathroom, preparing yourself for the next day and left a small note with your name attached, softly shutting the door behind you before leaning your forehead against it. A stupid smile showing itself across your features as your hands drifted through your contacts, landing on Charlottes picture as it dinged for a few moments.

"Girl, where the fuck have you been since last night?"

"I think I'm in love Char," you stated while the elevator doors closed behind you and the busy city streets awaited you.

↳ In the remaining days of the bridal party, you all rented out a vineyard, playing various lawn games with sunbathing by the pool. You subconsciously looked up towards the glass doors of the modern home- unknowing of what you were expecting before returning to your book, humming along to the radio as Tammy splashed you with her dive. Drawing a quick 10 score on your phones notes app and presenting it to her, Charlotte snorted and did a dive of her own as you all laughed and enjoyed the warm weather.

↳ Your did frown later that night when William had yet to text you, throwing your phone onto the bed. You really have to get yourself together, you thought to yourself- waiting here on some guy... some guy that treated me fairly. And in this day and age, it was a rare sight to find. Charlotte had already given you a major thumbs up as did the rest of your university friends and some of the past boyfriends you still kept in contact with. They all approved.

↳ Looking into your suitcase, you picked up Williams freshly washed shirt- you had forgotten to return it as your head drifted towards your phone. A perfect excuse to see him once more, your fingers drifted over the keys, breath paused on the send button before tapping the green arrow in a split second. Your adrenaline soared as you ruffled your hair, huffing out and looking at the shirt once more.

Your fingers drifted over the warn edges, pausing at the left breast pocket before your eyes went wide in shock. Displayed was the same coat of arms as Eddies regiment, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. Was all you could think, hands now gripping at your roots as that text now burred your phone and your mind. It was the night before the wedding at by the looks of it, you were going to be up with your thoughts.

↳ The day of the wedding at arrived, you smoothed out your dress as you waited in front of the large wooden doors to the Halstead estate. The wedding was being held in the gardens- now in full bloom as the first week of summer sprang into season. The blush pink complimented your rosy cheeks as you sweated lightly in the blissful heat, everyone had already been partnered up and as the maid of honour- you were more than worried that Freddy's best man had yet to appear

Much to your shock, Edward slowed his steps, feet tripping over the blood red rug beneath your feet as he stumbled to a straight stand by your side. He dropped his gaze down towards your shoes, taking a long drag up of your form before casting you a charming smile. The voices around you soon became muffled as your gaze fell onto his broad shoulders, the scar against his chin and you wondered if the scar you left from throwing a rock at his head while children's was still behind his ear in the same place you remembered it to be.

He wore a navy suit, crisp white shirt underneath as his tie held small pink flowers- perfectly matching your dress. He picked up your hand, maintaining eye contact as he pressed a light kiss to your gloved hand. You were ever-so thankful for purchasing the matching gloves in this moment, holding that the material hid your light shakes from his reassuring hold. His hand soon slipped up your arm. Breath hitching as strings began to play in the background.

His fingers drifted to the skin left uncovered by your tall gloves and dresses arm before looping his arm with your own. The doors soon opened as you both faced forward, smiles plastered on brightly as you walked in perfect rhythm down the isle. You looked towards one another, a few gasps being hear distantly in the crowd yet you couldn't bring your eyes to see where the sound came from. Arms dropping as you continued separately to your respective sides.

Looking up towards the clear blue skies, letting out a breath, your gaze turned to find Freddy looking at you, soft smile on his face as he gave you a singular nod before turning to his wife who began her walk down the isle. You took her bouquet, tears streaming down your eyes as you silently sobbed in happiness for the couple.

You clapped when they kissed, cheered as Freddy dipped her as Lady Sabrina tossed a comment on their outrageous display yet you haded her the bouquet as she shut her mouth abruptly, turning quickly behind to stare at your mother who was already watching as you and Eddie walked down the isle, arm and arm. Your gaze solely focused on the couple, unknowing to the man on your arm who stared at you the whole time- enamoured by your happiness as another stood in the back isle's, rose in hand they stole from the gardens as they waited for the festivities to start.

↳ As the first dance had finished and the cake had been cut, the DJ started to turn on the selected playlist and you headed straight to the bar in order to hug the newly weds who had a mission of getting absolutely wasted by the end of the night. After chatting with them for a few moments, a cough from behind you has your eyes going wide as does everyone else in the general area who stops to watch

You pause, drink slipping through your fingers as they catch it just in time with a smirk. "Hello, love," William speaks in hushed tones, knowing of the curious glances around you. Your eyes fly across the white warm-event weather uniform he wears. The sharp colour of his blue pants matching his eyes as your mouth soon falls agape. He takes a hand, lightly underneath your chin as he closes your mouth, pressing a kiss to the side of your lips.

Your eye's drift over to his shoulder, looking at his rank as you return a kiss to his cheek in greeting, now taking the barstool behind you as he leans against the bar top, taking his hat off and setting it between you. "Why hello there, Lieutenant," you say before taking a sip of your drink to gain some liquid courage as the eyes around you both begin to turn back to their personal conversations.

"You know my rank?" he questions with a raised brow as you shrug your shoulders. "Have close friends in the military as well, memorized all that chest candy," you state, eyes now darting across the metals he displays. Williams chuckles, ordering himself a drink as the bartender nods in confirmation as you both ease into conversation with one another.

↳ Eddie currently talks with his family as Freddy perks his interest. "Did you see that guy she's been talking to at the bar?- dude is seriously laying it on thick." Freddy rolls his eyes as you throw your head back in laughter, hand pressed against the white uniform as the man looks down to your touch with another teeth-filled smile. Charlotte shrugs, stealing a sip of Eddies drink as their mother quickly steals the wine glass from her and returns it to Eddies open hand who tries to peer over Freddys shoulder as he continues on and on about the bachelor party he had.

Eddies eyes go wide, seeing the white uniform, seeing you pressed up against another mans chest as he spins you lightly, eyeing you up and down and how your dress twirls at your feet as you get both of your glass topped off once more. His gaze hardens as he catches Williams face, his arm drifting around your waist, mouth pressed to your ear as he kisses your skin teasingly- eyes darting towards the door as you look up at him through your lashes.

Eddie's hands turn into fists, his eyebrows furrowed as he starts to take a step forward yet Freddy still mindlessly talks as nobody is now listening as Charlotte begins to fill their mother in as she looks towards her son with concern. Hand ghosting on his arm that he has yet to take notice of. He watches as you bite your lip, pulling at his collar as you trace the seams of his uniform. Eddie lets out a sharp breath of air as he seems your lipstick begin to stain his skin, his mothers hand now tight against his arm as he stares down at it.

Charlotte shakes her hand, Sabrina now walking away to talk to your mother sat in the corner conversing with Tammy's parents. Freddy had finally taken notice of the lack of attention, returning to his wife's side as they stole bites from the cake before the official cutting. When Eddie turns back to see where you went, the bar is empty the door swinging closed as he speedily walks towards the hall only to find it empty both ways. As he begins to walk, a cough has him turning around to find Charlotte taking off her heels as she leans against the wall next to a suit of armour.

"Thought that you two were not together, no feelings right?" she presses, gaze determined as she slips off the last of her heels and begins to walk towards her brother who's shoulders only rise in their tensed form. He shakes himself off as she stands directly in front of him, shaking off his suit as he adjusts his suit-cuffs. "No, still is the case- just worried for my childhood friend is all."

"Alright, then..." Charlotte takes notice as his eyes keep darting back down the hall behind her, hope and hatred bleeding through his eyes as she smirk's, going in for the jab. "...If thats all you care about, he's a good man- that not right Captain?- They fucked a few times..." Charlotte presses her heels into her brothers chest as he keeps them there. His sister signals him to follow her outside as they begin to stroll towards the gardens all those Christmas's ago.

"She even told me she's in love with him-"

"What?" Edward asks in a breathy tone, his heart dropping as his sister continues walking further into the gardens and towards the centre fountain. "I warned you before Edwina, she's too good to have to wait so others take action. You had your time with her it seems, now it is time for someone else to take your place." She ends with a bittersweet smile. "You know... I always hoped she would become my actual sister- mom too but a best friend is better than nothing at all, right?"

The sharpness of her words twists itself deep in Edwards heart as he staggers, shoes dropped to the gravel beneath his feet, hands clenching at his tie that now seems too tight, his breathing laboured as he starts to see blood flashing on his hand and across his face. He hears your laughter filling his ears, the smell of your conditioner flooding his nose as it drifts off with the evening air.

↳ When Eddie returns to his work on boarder patrol, checking various people and their cars through the checkpoint. He enters the change-room at the end of every night, giving a nod and handing off his gun towards another officer who would be taking over the night patrol that evening.

↳ He often see's William changing as he enters, his shift ending 30 minutes before his own. He looks at the mans back, the angry red ail marks clawing their way up to his shoulders as the muscles his his back flex when a shirt covers up majority of the markings yet this shirt is old and warn. Having lost a great deal of his green colour, now a muted muddy colour as the neck hands low.

↳ Edward see's the the hickeys you undoubtedly left across his collarbones and neck, he recognizes that bite from the occasional moment you both shared as teenagers. William nods towards his superior officer outside of working hours. Picking up his jacket before moving to the sleeping quarters. Eddie sits on the centre bench, elbows against his knees, hands in his head as he grips and tugs at his hair. Frustration eating him alive as he imagines your touch, your lips against his own, the taste of your skin-

↳ Every day the same, every vacation time taken at a similar point as he notices a year afterwards the diamond ring hanging off Williams dog tags. He constant has been looking at it underneath his uniform throughout shifts, smiling before his mask returns as another car pulls forward. Eddies brain was struggling to come to cope with the images of that small ring hanging off Williams neck. He cursed himself alive as Freddy punched him square across the face when he drunkly ranted towards his brother a weekend he spent back home

↳ When he returned back to base, the ring he had around his dog tags was gone. William nodded towards the Captain as usual, that little display now irking him- pouring more fire into the gaping wound he sustained as the lieutenant paused. Face turning over his shoulder as eh spoke out into the empty change room, "I have been requested by management to switch towards the front lines... It has been a pleasure working with you sir. I wish you the best."

"Thank you, William. Do take care of her," Eddie states, looking at him square in the eyes. "Till the day she loves me no longer and afterwards," William promises before gently closing the door behind himself. Eddie does now feel himself crying before he calls his mother, not saying a word as he cries, she cries, as he can feel his fathers disappointment, his sisters distaste, and Eddies side remarks.

↳ But why stop at that? Eddie was soon being called back for your engagement photo, he glared at the ring on your finger. It's small for a jeweller, he thinks to himself yet had already bought the ticket, a gift and written a card voicing his congratulations to you both.

↳ Edward was beyond confused to walk into the empty venue space a few months later. Handmade stars hug above his head, a tray of champagne by his feet as the lights were dimmed, the afternoon sun finding its way through the blinds casting patterns onto the hardwood floors beneath. In his steps, the floors creaked as your tearstained face meet his eyes. He walked faster, taking a kneel beside you as you flung yourself into his chest as he dropped the gift, kicking it aside and held you tightly to himself. Hands beginning to drift through your hair as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

He felt your tears staining his sweater, the rapid spikes of your shoulders as you sharply breathed between sobs. "H-He, He cheated on me! I fuckin' love another man and he cheats on me!" you wail, shaking your head into his neck as he rubs your back. Eddie holds himself from question the slight hope at, love another man.

"I am sorry to hear that darling, you are the most underserving person of such treatment I know. Downright motherfucker," Eddie whispers into your hair before you fall backwards, tugging Eddie by his shoulders to join you laying on the floors. You both stare up into the various stars coating the ceiling as you squeeze your hand in his own larger one.

A few moments pass as you listen to each other breathe in the empty room. Rain slowly begins to fall against the window panes as you turn your head to already find Eddie look at you with a soft smile. "Thank you, Eddie, for staying here with me... you're the best friend I could ever ask for," you speak out softly, hand resting on his cheek as he turns his head to kiss your palm.

"Always."

(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3)

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dizscreams · 2 years ago

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heyyy so request for chad x reader!! basically they’re childhood best friends and they both like each other but are too afraid to say anything yada yada and they’re at the halloween party we saw in the movie and the reader is getting hit on by a bunch of guys and chad goes all protective mode and tries to get rid of them and like at the end the reader doesn’t understand why he cares so much and they have a cute little confession scene awww! sorry if that’s too much detail idk how much to put but you can totally stray from this if you have a different idea!!

AAA THIS IS SO CUTE ANONN!!

Young Love — Chad Meeks ★

PAIRING: Chad x gn!reader

SUMMARY: You and Chad have huge crushes on each other but you don’t think the other feels the same. While you’re both at the Halloween party you get hit on and Chad gets a little jealous and that leads to a confession from both of you 😚

WARNINGS: none! :)

There was no way you were going to this Halloween frat party but Anika wouldn’t leave you alone until you did.

“Cmon Y/N it’ll be funnn!”

“Yeah a bunch of sweaty, drunk, rude teenagers seems like a blast!” you said with your voice laced in sarcasm.

She rolled her eyes playfully “Pleaseee you don’t have to stay the whole time! Plus Chad will be thereee” she said with a wink. You thought it over for a minute.

You had liked Chad ever since you guys were in elementary school but never thought he had been interested. Maybe you could impress him? Unlikely. It felt like he got every girl that looked his way. You were pretty sure his new interest was Tara.

After thinking about it you rolled your eyes “Forget it Anika, I don’t even have a costume.”

“C’mon I’ll help you! We have some time.” She smiled at you and walked out of the living room.

You followed her into her room and she wasted no time rummaging through her closet as you sat on the bed. A comfortable silence was upon both of you but you decided to break it. “So who else is going besides Chad?”

“Umm like almost everyone Tara, Mindy, I mean even Ethan’s going. Quinn’s staying home and I think Sam’s at a therapist appointment. Not that she’d be going anyways.”

You hummed in agreement “Does Sam even know Tara’s going?”

“No she’ll probably flip.” You raised your eyebrows at that knowing if Sam caught her there all hell would probably break loose. Anika had finished looking for a costume and she ran up excitedly and sat next to you.

“Okay now hear me out-“

“Oh god”

“no! nono don’t ‘oh god’ me, it’s cute I promise!” She put the clothes in your lap. You can go as a like sexier version of Freddy Krueger!”

“Ooo my life goal” you said with a sarcastic smile and she playfully hit your shoulder as you laughed.

“See this is a prime example of why you need to get out more, you’re so sassy” she puts a hand on her heart pretending to be hurt and you scoff. “Anika this will not look good on me.”

“Yes it will! It’s only a red and green sweater with shorts, then I’ll get you the little hat thing he wears and some gloves! Plus I’ll do your makeup!” You nodded and got dressed.

.・゜゜・★・゜゜・．

After she got you ready you were both on your way to the party since everyone else had already gotten there. As you walked in you looked at Anika with an unsure look and she tried giving you a reassuring smile while walking you over to a couch where Mindy was sitting.

“Heyy, you guys made it!”

“Uh huh it only took me like 30 minutes to convince them to come” Anika said rolling her eyes and looking at you.

“Yeah? What changed your mind, Y/N?” Mindy asked you but before you could say anything Anika interrupted you. “Chaaad” and her and Mindy start making kissy noises.

“You guys are so immature!” You say trying to hide the smile forming on your face.

“Well, your costume looks good. Chad is talking to Ethan somewhere over there�� Mindy says as she point in a direction near a corner. You nod before walking over there.

You don’t know why you were nervous, Chad was your best friend. You were only going to talk to him that was it. But maybe you should get a drink first you thought as you made your way towards the kitchen.

You grabbed a cup and started pouring yourself a drink not really caring what is was. “Woah slow down there” an unfamiliar voice calls behind you. You turn around to see some guy you’ve never met. “I think I’ll be okay thanks” you say dryly as you turn back around not wanting anything to do with him.

“Cmon don’t be like that. I like that costume you look hot” You were clearly uncomfortable and he was visibly drunk. “Alright bye-“ you go to leave but he grabs your arm.

“Nah cmon stay with me I’ll show you a good time” he says slurring his words together.

You struggle to get out of his grip but end up kicking him in the balls muttering a ‘perv’. You grab your drink and chug it before going back into the living room. You see some of your friends from a few if your classes and start chatting and dancing with them.

You were actually having an alright time before yet another guy comes up to you and starts flirting. “What do you want stranger?” You ask in the most monotone voice you can muster. “Just wanna dance with you, baby.”

“Don’t call me that you fucking weirdo” you go to turn away and you make eye contact with Chad as you do so. He was dancing with Tara. The guy grabs your arm spinning you back around and tells you to ‘Stop being a bitch’. You try pulling your arm back yelling at him to let go of you.

Chad noticed your struggling and tells Tara he’ll be right back as he quickly goes towards you. You’re still fighting the guy and Chad quickly pushes the guy, causing him to stumble back.

“The fuck is your problem bro?”

“You’re my problem bro. Keep your fucking hands off them.” The guy scoffs and raises his hands in defeat while Chad murmurs a ‘lets go’. He gently grabs your hand and you guys go outside since it’s quieter than inside.

You guys both sit on the stone steps in silence before you decide to say something. “Why’d you do that?”

He gives you a confused look “What do you mean why’d I do that? You’re my best friend of course I was going to protect you.”

“I mean I guess I just don’t really understand why. You could’ve left me I can take care of myself.” you sound a little salty but don’t really care right now.

“Hey, what’s the matter with you? What did you have to drink?”

“It doesn’t matter why don’t you just go back to Tara?”

Then it all clicked for him.

how could he not know? You liked him and you were jealous. A smirk replaced his concerned expression.

“I see what’s happening”

“I’m sure you do Chad”

“You like me” He was so confident that he was right that he just flat out said it and you turned bright red.

“Whaaat are you talking about maybe you’re the one who had too much to drink”

He chuckles before continuing on “You don’t have to worry about Tara you know. I like you too, I think I have since like middle school or something.”

You were stunned. It wasn’t a joke was it? You don’t think he’d do that to you. He liked you? He liked you. Your eyes were so wide you were afraid they might pop out of your skull. “You have?” you say with your voice barely above a whisper. “I have. I just didn’t you felt the same.”

He had a bright smile adorning his face and you couldn’t help but form your own. “Can I kiss you?” He asks you in the same soft tone you had. “I’d be sad if you didn’t.” He laughs before you both lean in sharing a long awaited kiss.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Me too.”

You both sit there grinning like idiots.

“You don’t think they’ll miss us if we don’t come back to the party do you?”

“Nah they’ll be fine.”

I KNOW IT ISNT THE GREATEST AND ITS A LITTLE LONG BUT HOPE YOU LIKE ITT AAA 🫣

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lady-maracas · 3 years ago

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You’re my idiot

Pairing: John Deacon x Reader

Word count: 1,7k

A/N: I apologize for any mistakes. English is not my first language. If you have any requests, I’m open. :)

Masterlist

It had been and awful day. The sun didn’t dare shine through the clouds that roamed over London. It has been like that for almost a week now and you couldn’t take it anymore. Why stay inside when there’s a lot of things you could do outside despite the unpleasant weather? You’re not made of sugar, are you?

You had received a call from Freddie that morning. He had been complaining about the bad weather and how he and the boys were stuck in the studio recording their next album. His usual dramatic behaviour didn’t surprise you nor the boys fear of going out in the rain. I mean, could you imagine if their hair got wet? That would be a shame, (they’d look like a bunch of stray dogs).

You finally decided to pay them a visit in the evening. You knew they spent the whole day locked in there and you thought they could use a little bit of cheering up. It hadn’t rained yet so you just put your coat on and made your way to the studio a couple of streets away. And as soon as you got there, you were met with the band dozing off, each one of them in their little corner.

“Productive day?” You asked as you walked further in the studio. They had been working hard for their new album and planing their next tour in America. They needed a rest, as you kept telling them but they would obviously never listen.

“I just want to get this over with,” Freddie added from his place on the couch. They looked half dead, it reminded you of how they were all laid down on the cover of their Sheer Heart Attack album. You laughed a little to yourself at that. “What’s got you laughing like that?”

“Boys, you need to get out of here. Get some rest for god’s sake!” You looked at each of them one by one and all you heard was mumbles of dissatisfaction. So you simply said; “Get up or I start singing”.

As soon as the words left your mouth they quickly got to their feet and moved around to get their things before heading for the door. “Come on you guys, my singing can’t be that bad, right?” You knew the answer already. You had many talents but singing was definitely not part of it.

“Your singing is just lovely, darling.” Freddie said before leaving a light kiss to your cheek. “I’m just heading out. I’m sorry we didn’t spend some time with you today, Y/N. But we’ll be here tomorrow, so you know where to find us.” You heard Brian add as he put his hand on your shoulder in a reassuring way.

“Wait, you guys will be back tomorrow? I thought I told you to take a break.” You scolded them. They would definitely need more than a couple hours of sleep. “We don’t have the time for breaks, Y/N. We promised that the album would be out in a week and we still need to record two more songs. This is dreadful.” Roger paced back and forth before you, running his hands through his hair as if to calm his nerves.

“Just go back to your flats, eat something, have a shower and a good night of sleep and I’ll meet you guys here tomorrow afternoon. Good?” To that they all agreed and instantly ran out of the studio. Except John. Who you acknowledged was sleeping on the couch as soon as you got in. And he was still sleeping soundly after all.

You slowly made your way to the couch and crouched to be eye to eye with the bassist. “John? Wake up, Deaks,” you gently shook his shoulder not wanting to startle him. You continued your gentle manners until he slowly opened his eyes. “Hey.” You said quietly. He seemed a little confused at first, looking around the studio to find his band mates.

“Where is everyone?”

“They left a couple minutes ago. You guys need a well deserved rest.” You added while helping him sit up.

“Yes,” he rubbed the sleep off his eyes a little. “We’ve been here for…I don’t know but way too long.”

You laughed a little at that. “Are you hungry? Do you want to grab something from the little bakery down the street?”

“That’d be good yes,” you helped him grab his coat, the evening breeze was getting colder. “Wait, are you asking me on a date? It’s a date right?”

You turned back to him a little surprised. But when you saw the cheeky grin on his face, you broke into a smile.

“Only if you want it to be, yes”

And you made your way out with him in tow.

Obviously, it had to start raining. You and John quickly entered the building where the bakery was settled.

“You go find us a seat and I’ll order. What do you want to eat?” You asked him.

“Just, whatever you’re taking.” With that, he left and chose a booth in the corner, next to a window.

You took your time to pick what you would be eating. You absolutely love this place. Everything was delicious, which made the choice difficult.

You finally settled down with two croissants and two pieces of apple pie.

You got back to your friend and sat down at the booth. “Sorry I took so long. I couldn’t make a choice, I would’ve bought the whole place if it was for me.” You handed him his order.

“It’s okay,” he took a bite out of the apple pie. “Mmh, you’re right. This is really good.” He said nodding, as to prove his point.

“Yeah, I’m glad I took you here for our first date,” you laughed a little.

“You’re really putting too much thought into this.” He added with a mouthful of pie.

“Wait a minute. You’re the one who wanted this to be a date.”

“I know, I’m only joking,” then, his eye twitched weirdly as he looked up at you.

“Why are you blinking like that with your eyes? Are you okay?” You were a little concerned.

“That was supposed to be a wink!” He tried again, but slower this time. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh,

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Yes. Is it working?” You blushed at that. Truth was, his flirting was absolutely adorable. He was adorable.

“Maybe…”

“Good,”

As you got out of the bakery, the air was completely freezing. Not only was it windy but now the rain was pouring, you couldn’t see further than a meter in front of you.

So you and John tried to say on the side of the sidewalk where you were still covered by the roof.

“How are you Deaks? I haven’t talked to you properly in so long, it feels like we don’t have time anymore.” You missed the time when you two would always hang out together.

“What do you mean how am I? It’s not like we haven’t talked recently. I’m so busy with the new album that if feels like I don’t have a life outside the studio. It’s awful.”

“Yeah, to be honest, I miss when you guys weren’t so much…preoccupied with all of this. You went at your own rhythm.”

“Me too,”

Silence fell on you both. It wasn’t awkward, in fact it was comforting.

“Can I tell you something?” He said after a couple of minutes.

“Sure, what’s up?” You looked at him and he just looked down to his feet.

“I like you.” He quickly said.

“I like you too.”

“No, I mean I really really really like you.”

“I really really really like you too, John” you repeated putting emphasis on every ‘really’.

But he just kept looking down until you heard him say under his breath ‘not like that’. And he probably thought you didn’t hear him because when you replied with; “yes, exactly like that.” He stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at you.

He let out a barely audible “what?”. You stopped to turn back to him.

“You heard me,” and when he didn’t say anything, you continued; “I’ve liked you for some time now.”

“When? Since when?” That was all he could say.

“Well you remember that time when we were having this conversation about how Brian puts his hour-long solos in every song? And you were so into it that you didn’t see the pole in the middle of the sidewalk, so you ran into it. I remember that was the time I realized how much of an idiot you are. But you’re my idiot.” You say, blushing.

“H-How. Just how? How can you confess that so easily? I’ve been trying to tell you for so long but I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to ruin what we already have. I’ve been so scared.”

“Well, at first I was in denial. But then the boys told me you were head over heels for me. That’s when I knew.” Without knowing, you were slowly getting closer to him. It’s like this indescribable force that pulled you towards him.

“So, what now?”

“Now, I say you stop being so scared and do something about it.” You say, getting even closer to him, if that’s possible.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he adds before finally closing the space between the two of you. He gently puts his hand on your cheek and bends down to pull you in a slow kiss.

It’s better than you could’ve ever imagined. He was there, right in front of you, slowly stroking your cheek and you couldn’t ask for more. He then put one his hand on your hip and the other on the small of your back, trying to bring you even closer. You took the opportunity to bring your arms around his neck and gently playing with the ends of his hair.

You suddenly came back to your senses when you remembered you were still in public. Yes it was late and the few pedestrians would mostly ignore you and go on with their night, but you would much prefer if you could be just the two of you.

You slowly pulled back. Slowly fluttering your eyes open and looking up at the man you’d been in love with for so long. ‘In love with?’

“Wo- Yeah okay, that was amazing.” You say still a little shocked.

“I think I love you, Y/N”

“I know I love you, Deaks.” He let out a nervous laugh at that.

“Do you want to come back to my place.” You ask him.

“You’re sure I wouldn’t be a burden? I won’t want to bother you or anything-” you had to cut him before he got too nervous.

“I wouldn’t have asked you if I thought you were a burden.” You quickly got on your tiptoes to place a small kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Okay, yeah I’ll come.”

“Great, let’s go,” you grab his hand and the two of you make your way back to your place, not minding the rain at all.

You couldn’t be more happy.

#john deacon #john deacon x reader #queen band #queen #freddie mercury #brian may #roger taylor

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thekingthatwrites · 3 years ago

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Request Rules

Please read these rules before requesting anything! If you do not, and send me an ask beyond my rules or against them, I will be blocking you.

Scroll to my master list to know who and what I will write for!

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Do know that sometimes I do get tired of writing, so if I just stop writing then I will get back to doing so as soon as I can, please be patient with me.

I will get to requests as soon as I can.

I do write x readers but I do not feel comfortable with writing x female readers. I will only do x Male and x GN readers but mainly GN.

If you have a specific request then please make sure to give me the details I need to write what you want me to.

This is all for fun, as I want people to enjoy my writing, so if you’re unhappy with something I write then Im sorry.

You can also request me to try and write a character from media that I have listed and I will try my best.

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WILL DO ✅

I will do x reader, as said before.

Fluff

Angst

Gore

Hurt/Comfort

I will also write oneshots for just the characters as well.

I will also do character ships just ask!

You can also ask for more than one character

WILL NOT! ❌

Smut

Yandere

Incest

Podophilic ships

x Oc

Nor Abuse

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Fandoms I write for:

Encanto

Fullmetal Alchemist

Undertale

Homestuck

Genshin Impact

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Five Nights at Freddys Security Breach

Identity V Detroit Become Human Bungou Stray Dogs

The Owl House

The Legend of Vox Machina

Marvel

The Adventure Zone: Balance

God of War: Ragnarok

Hermitcraft/Life Series

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Characters I write as:

Encanto Camilo Madrigal (Main) Bruno Madrigal Mirabel Madrigal

FMAB Greed (Main) Ling Yao Edward Elric Envy

Undertale Sans (Main) Chara Frisk Papyrus Asgore

Homestuck Karkat Vantas (Main) Jade Harley Dave Strider Roxy Lalonde Rose Lalonde Tavros Nitram Eridan Ampora Feferi Peixes Gamzee Makara Nepeta Leijon Kanaya Maryam Sollux Captor Vriska Serket Cronus Ampora

Genshin Impact Aether (Main) Venti (Main) Noelle Childe Zhongli Xiao Kaeya Diluc Thoma Beidou Xinyan Scaramouche

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Hanako

FNAF SB

Sunnydrop Moondrop Glamrock Freddy

IDV

Naib Subedar William Ellis Norton Campbell Mike Morton Luca Balsa Ganji Gupta Antonio Paganini Robbie White (Platonic Only) Detroit Become Human

Connor Nines Gavin Reed

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu (Mafia and Ada) Atsushi Nakajima Chuuya Nakahara Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

The Owl House

Hunter (Main) Gus Porter Willow Park Amity Blight Luz Noceda Raine Whispers King Darius The Collector

The Legend of Vox Machina

Percival De Rolo Vax Vex Scanlan Shorthalt

Marvel

Steven Grant Mark Spector Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Doctor Stephen Strange Tony Stark

The Adventure Zone

Barry Bluejeans Lup Tacco Taako Tacco Kravitz Magnus Burnsides Lucretia Davenport Angus Mcdonald (Platonic) Lucas Miller Duck Newton Minerva Aubrey Little Ned Chicane Dani Indrid Cold Amber Gris Devo La Main Oksana

God of War Ragnarok

Kratos Atreus Sindri Tyr Thor Baldur Fryer

Hermitcraft Impulse Skizz Grian Scar Tango (?) Bdubs Etho (I Can TRY some others)

Thank you for reading!

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butterbeerblurbs · 4 years ago

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stolen glances and quiet sighs (f.w.)

💌 : fred can’t seem to take his eyes off you. really. 📝 word count: 632 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸 fluff galore 💬: this is the first smol thing of hp i’ve written, imnervousbuthereitis

the night enveloped the library almost too quickly as the candles illuminate in between the shelves and leave a sheen glow on the faces of students that are still buried in pages. that was no different for you and fred, curled up on a rather large table for two but it didn’t seem like it would make a difference when there’s only a few people scattered here and there.

there’s a small smile on fred’s face as his eyes trace the features on your face. his lips seem to curl up even higher when he drinks in the sight of you dozing off quietly, soft puffs of air whistling against the blank parchment you were resting your cheek on. opposite you, fred was doing the same. though, initially, the pair of you had been working at your essays (or should you say, you were working on your essay and fred had self-invited himself to be your study buddy). it didn’t take too long before the night started to seep in and sleep weighs heavy on your eyelids to keep them open.

fred had been doing his best to keep you awake, but couldn’t seem to resist lulling you to sleep with a gentle nudge to sleep when you seem to slumber back and forth, quill already loose between your fingertips. he swiftly puts the quill away and guides your head onto the desk and nudging your back almost with a feather-like touch to make sure he didn’t jolt you awake.

the boy himself had no idea he possessed such manners to be so... delicate and composed. sure, he had moments where he and you had laughs and pranks that rushed adrenaline into your veins like gasoline, but then there are moments of tranquil like this where fred can hear the sound of you breathing and surely he feels like the entire god damned library could hear his heart trudging in his ribcage.

then he decides to mirror you, resting his cheek onto the table as well, allowing himself to... have this moment for himself. admiring you at a state you weren’t even trying to be beautiful. but god be damned you were. he’d swear it on anything he’s ever laid his eyes upon (well don’t tell his mother that, he’s told her that before so shh...).

a few stray strands of your hair fall to hinder your face from him. he swallows the lump in his throat, building up the courage to stretch his arm forward and hisses internally when his joints crack (it’s been an awfully long day, spare him the being old jokes). he feels a wave of relief when it didn’t seem to wake you, still peacefully asleep. his arm extends towards your face and when his fingertips are within reach to your face, he carefully tucks them behind your ear. his heart skips a beat when he swears he saw a small tug of your lips twitching upwards, as if you can somehow sense his gesture.

feeling like he’s treading into dangerous waters of revealing his feelings he rushes to sit up quietly and that’s when-”oi, you might want to check where you put your face,” george’s voice manages to reach fred despite him whispering.

fred resists the urge to groan loudly as he peels off the paper from his cheek, feeling part of the ink has probably dried on his face.

“seems like you’re smitten, ol’ freddie boy!”

fred allows himself to act upon his annoyance at his twin, hurriedly crushing the paper by his chair as far away from you as possible (but how far can he really go when he’s right next to you) and flings it at the boy who looks almost exactly like himself, “sod off, you git!”

#fred weasley fanfics #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #harry potter fanfics #fred weasley fic #fluff #lol im scared but #if anyone reads this #hello ;w;

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decoyd · 3 years ago

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Hi :)

Kamusta/Hello! I go by Vic, A Filipino (She/they) that likes to write as a past time and ramble about a lot fictional stuff. (I also draw sometimes but thats its own mess.)

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Note: anything not listed in "will write"' just assume is on "won't write" for now.

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Yandere

Plantonic

X Gender Neutral Reader

X Female Reader

What I won't write:

NSFW

Inc3st / Ped0phil!a etc.

Hardcore gore (I can vaguely describe blood, or how [n/a] became deceased, but anything beyond that extent is no-no)

Anything hardcore really

Cheating

X male reader (no discrimination, just not used to writing it sorry)

Character x Character

Character x OC

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Things I am currently writing for:

Note: Any knowledge I have on these fandoms on there books, mangas, comic books, etc. Are very minimal.

Note: All of these are subject to change

Osomatsu - san

Ranma 1/2

Danganronpa (THH, SDR2, UDG NO HAIJI, DRV3)

My Hero Academia

Genshin Impact

Demon Slayer

Detroit: Become Human

One Punch Man

Mob Psycho 100

Other things I like (planning to, or not planning to write for. that is the question)

Note: Basically a 'pending', list

Note: All of these are subject to change

Attack on Titan

Bungo Stray Dogs

Fire Force

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva boss

Undertale

Deltarune

Portal

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Encanto

Onward

Trese

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles

Arcane

Haikyuu!

Free!

Jojo's Bizzare Adventures

Doki Doki Literature Club

Five nights at Freddys

FNAF: Security Breach

Persona 5

Life is Strange

Hetalia

Road 96

LOZ: Breath of the Wild

Little nightmares 1 & 2

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Cookie Run Kingdom

Fairytail

Saiki K.

Pokemon Shield

Squid game

Dr. Stone

Gatchaman Crowds (& Insight)

The World God Only Knows

Yamada-kun and the Seven Witches

Fukumenkei Noise

Pokemon Legends Arceus

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Other Stuff I like / do:

Drawing/Painting (at times)

Dungeons and Dragons

Minecraft

Animal Crossing

DAILY Genshin Impact

Getting my ass kicked in Monopoly

Rhythm games

Jollibee.

#x reader #reader insert #osomatsu x reader #bnha x reader #dbh x reader #danganronpa x reader #one punch man x reader #genshin impact x reader #demon slayer x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years ago

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabble Set

Part 2 to this post.

Plot/s and Includes: Basically, your relationship with each horror villain has changed (Developed to friendship/platonic love) since your sister/friend + their S/O died, independent of both your relations to them.

Jason Voorhees x DeadS/O'sStepSibling!Reader- Set during the events of FVSJ; Jason saves you from Freddy. You're his person. And no one will touch you.

Which totally works for you.

Mayor Buckman x DeadS/O'sSister!Reader- Some dudes at Pleasant Valley wont leave you alone no matter how many times you ask/tell them to go away until the mayor comes to the rescue (Their rescue) + Some nice fluffy 'coming out' and acceptance by the old fashioned coot. Reader is a lesbian, and unrelatedly... a badass.

Warnings: ATTEMPTED RAPE, Sexual harassment, blood, and crude language (Respectively by drabble except the crude language- that's throughout)

Notes:

Yep, no Hoyt, sorry ): I really cant write for him at the moment.

Yayyyyy, more non-romantic drabbles! ^^ I really should do more of these. There's also this one though if you haven't read it and want more platonic love immediately XD: Slashers x Reader(Mostly Chucky and Michael) || Oneshot)

Also Jason's genders are not specified but Buckman's is a female.

Jason Voorhees:

One minute you were mistakenly trudging through the forest towards Jason's cabin, unknowing of the shit that is currently going on in his life, and the next there's rough, hard tree bark digging unpleasantly into your back and you're winded.

Slowly opening your eyes from the shock of being grabbed and rammed into a big tree (Luckily your head didn't clonk back into it, lest you would feel dizzy, too.) you find the unfamiliar burnt face of a man in a horrible brown fedora practically licking his chops at you.

Oh, boy.

"U-ummmm... " Awkwardly straightening up against the tree, hands still in your pockets but now balled into tight fists, your gaze flickers around the forest of what you can see behind the guy. No signs of Jason. No signs of anyone, actually. Its deadly quiet except the sound of trees rustling overhead and leaves floating to the floor. When the man doesn't say anything, you feel compelled to do so yourself. "Hello? I'm- I'm Y/N... "

Perhaps spending so much time with a machete wielding forest maniac has destroyed your sense of self preservation, a little bit.

This does not, though, prevent the stutters from appearing in your voice, and the high tone you speak in. Because the way this man is looking at you chills you to the core.

Where did he even come from?? The burn ward!? How has strayed so far from the hospita- wHAT is THAT on his HAND!?

Your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and your body stiffens up even more, as a hand comes up into view and theirs knives instead of a fingers. Or- maybe there are still fingers. You don't know. You're a little focused on the knives that are nearing your throat to really care about the mechanics of this thing.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-

"Y/N... " Oh jesus, his voice sounds like someone took a cheese grater to his lungs. Jason where are you?? "Now... this, is God... " Is this man seriously referring to the finger knives as G o d? You would honestly roll your eyes but ah... not in this kind of prickly situation. His lips suddenly stretch into a bright smile. "Say hi!"

Great, a loon.

But you are not one to argue with the knife-fingered man, so... "Hi... hi, God... " I'm still looking around and hoping, praying that Jason appears out of nowhere like he tends to do, like he isn't the behemoth that he is but Easy-Bake-Oven-Gone-Wrong doesn't seem to like that, and you flinch sharply when the blades suddenly slam haphazardly, hard against the tree right by your head- one catching your cheek on the way and causing a long, luckily not-too-deep cut, there. Like a cat scratch. Still, a hiss escapes you and you look down, catching your baring's again.

This is really happening. This is really happening.

You're stuck in the middle of the forest, where no one will find your body for days, and no one can hear you screaming, with a man possessing a weapon... your heart starts to finally speed up, and you start freaking out appropriately. Breathing becomes harder, heavier as you glance back up at the man.

... He's smirking. Undoubtedly pleased with your new, panicked state. You flinch again when a hand, not the one with knives, holds the side of your head in a mocking gesture of 'comfort'. Your eyes snap closed, too. "Tut... scared? Oh, don't be... I'm only going to turn you inside-out!"

He's gotten so close now and you can tell without even opening your eyes, which squeeze even tighter closed, as you feel his breath on your hair. "Hmm, but first thing... "

A knife digs in between your skin and the waistband of your pants and your eyes suddenly snap open, fists coming out of your pockets and trying to push him back by the shoulders. "No- No no. Let me go, let me go- JASON! Jason, help me!!" With a knee to a side of his hips you force him to stay back and off you and with a forearm you keep him from moving closer- but then you see the knives, wriggling nearing your soft, fleshy side and gasp- Oh no.

Breath catches in your throat, no longer screaming for Jason, and your mind's just racing - what can you do, what can you do, what can you do, - when heavy footfalls appear out of nowhere and suddenly, to your utter relief, the burnt man is ripped away from you- and lands, groaning in pain a good couple metres away on the forest floor.

Jason is in front of you now instead, and as you both breath heavy - you calming down from your blind panic earlier, and him trying to level his fury at seeing you in trouble, hearing your fearful screams, -, Jason just looks at you. Assessing you thoroughly with his eyes. Are you hurt? Any marks!?-

You can tell when he sees the scratch on your cheek because he stiffens up, and rights his shoulders, and intensifies his search. Grabbing your wrist firmly - but not painfully, - he yanks it up so he can see under it and look for any tears in your clothes or signs of blood, and you just sigh- tired from being scared and not super energised enough to call him off. "Jason... - I'm fine. Just shaken- ah!- " You nearly trip when he twirls you around to see your back and roughly bush off bark and dirt from the back of your jacket. Luckily you manage to fix your footing before you faceplanted into the ground and got a mouthful of dirt like the man Jason flung off you, holding the arm that Jason has not got hold of, out for balance.

When he's assured that, visibly, you're okay, he lets you go and looks at your face. If you didn't know any better, you'd say that he was scowling at the cut on your cheek, before his dark eyes flicker to yours and you manage to give a soft smile, despite the uncomfortable way your heart and stomach are still flipped. You do feel safer though... as long as Jason's here. He wont let anything happen to you.

He does not seem entirely convinced of that smile, which is fair, as it doesn't totally reach your eyes; But he manages to step back from you. You cross your arms and sniff, feeling a dull throb as wind screams across your cheek and look to the ground for a moment- catching your baring's once again.

When you look up this time, Jason's pointing in the direction of his cabin. You open your mouth to object, say you kinda want to go home now, but the man reads your mind and turns you around gently by the shoulders, and pats you on your back till you get moving.

Like, off you pop.

See you soon.

Just gotta rake up up some crap off the forest floor.

Mayor Buckman:

These three assholes have been following you around on and off since lunchtime today at the bar. Goddamn you just wanted to enjoy some whiskey with Boone, but no- No, evidently that was no in the cards.

Because these three douches, decided that their desire to harass you was more important then your decision to do what you felt like. Jesus christ. You are fricken furious.

Every other week, especially during spring break, a group of kids including at least 2 boys like this turn up, heading for beer pong and body shots and decide, because they're held up here by choice, that they can spread the party animal lifestyle with everyone here.

And generally that's okay because the residents of this town are more then happy to humour them until their deaths- but you, have never, offered any inclination that you are part of this.

My god, are you pissed off. Totally, and utterly, furious.

What the fuck is wrong with these people!?

And yes, you do acknowledge the irony in that statement coming from someone who hangs around a group of cannibalistic, confederate ghosts but alas- you're too mad right now to see sense.

You! Are not! Here! To Entertain! Stupid sex-obsessed college boys!!

Not to mention the fact that you are a motherfucking lesbian. A fact these 'gentlemen' have not even considered. Of course.

Doesn't matter.

A large hand suddenly comes down to connect and caress the bare skin of your upper arm suddenly and you immediately whip around- knocking the bastard in the face with your elbow. He goes 'oof' and his head snaps back satisfyingly swiftly and you smirk in triumph before scowling, again. "Do not touch me."

"Fucking christ, bitch!" The blondes nose starts to bleed down over his lips and onto his stupid beach boy's tank top as he covers his nose, looking horrified that you would do such a thing- even after you told him, quite firmly, more then once to not touch you. "The hell was that for!?"

Ughhhhh, what a goddamn moron.

His two friends are kinda chuckling at the side over this; Covering their mouth and sniggering to each other. Your poisonous gaze connects with theirs, slowly, and they quickly try to stop laughing...

before just collapsing into total, uproarious laughter- bending over and holding their stomachs and knees. Your eyes narrow at the display.

"Oh- my god, man! Haha." One of them fights to speak, glancing up at you but only beginning to laugh harder. "You're trying to look scary, haha b-but hahaha... ohhh my god... " He wipes away a tear. "haha, you just look, ha ha... cute... "

At that, you roll your eyes deeply and turn away. Jesus christ, you need to get out of here. You hate them; that's it. Total dickwads.

But once again,

they mother

fucking

touch you.

One of the funny boys, who's still sighing and lightly giggling, drops a heavy, sweaty, stinky arm over your shoulder and pulls you close to him. "Oookay, baby. I'm sorry- we, we're sorry. We wont do anything to you again. Just come on back and have another drink with us! We'll even pay- right boys?"

"Yeah!"

"Fucking bitch, I think she broke my nose. Probably a dyke- "

A slapping sound reverberates around the area, and oddly enough- it didn't come from you as you stiffen up slightly under your skin. "Dude! Don't say that."

"Yeah!" The guy still fucking holding you, leans his face in closer to you, and smirks. "We still have a chance, I think."

Where in the world did he get an idea like that!?- OH-

You've had enough, and take hold of the part of his sticky, floppy arm that's hanging over your breasts and pull him taught against your back- then bend over and fling over and onto the damn ground.

He lands with a groan - hopefully on some pointy rocks, - and his hair spreads out around his head like a grotty, poopy halo as his face twists in pain. "Ohhh... "

Yeah, 'oh'.

"Christ, whore!! Uncalled for!!" The guy, the ginger, who slapped the other guy moments ago exclaims accusingly at you- fury in his eyes. Oh good, even playing ground.

You're about to rush at him next, but you barely lift off before an arm - a familiar, beige suit clad one this time, - curls around your waist and yanks you back, behind them. Buckman approaches the men carefully, hands up in a gesture of surrender as you just stand back, arms crossed tightly and seeth.

Honestly, you're probably steaming.

"Woah, there. Now, what seems to be the problem, here?" Buckman glances back at you shortly, before offering ear mostly to the two standing, boys. The ne on the ground is still by your feet whining and you consider stepping on him. You are so mad. You don't remember the last time you were this mad. "I'm sure we can talk it out."

"That chick just went crazy, dude." At that, you let out a puff of laughter. 'Dude'- Buckman must just be loving, that. We were just offering to buy her a drink! But the stupid lesbo punched me in the face! And took down Trent- look! Bitches insane."

Rolling your eye, you slowly release a sigh- calming down. Buckman turns to raise his eyebrows at you like is this trueee?, and you avoid his eyes. "I elbowed him- I did not punch him." The mayor sighs, evidently exhausted, before gathering his wits again.

"Ach- technicality, slut!"

What is with these boys? Calling you a slut and whore. Isn't the problem that you aren't either of those things???

"Okay, okay, okay," Buckman turns back to the boys, raising his hands in a 'stop' gesture this time. "First of all, we don't need ta' be usin' language like that. You sure ain't gonna get anywhere with a lady like that, especially this lady." With a thumb he points back at me, getting eye rolls from the two boys he's standing before. "Second of all, allow me to apologise genuinely for her behaviour- "

"What!?" You squeak out, totally shocked. He didn't even ask you for your side of the story! The true version- He but waives you off.

The ginger smirks at you like a weasel and you struggle against the urge to jump on his back and rip out his hair; He seems to recognise the look in your eye, and averts his gaze back to the mayor.

You cross your arms again and look off to Granny Boone and some of the other women, to distract yourself. "Stupid fucking canary man, with the deeply offensive fucking eyepatch, and little dismissive waive!? Do I look like Y/S/N to you?!-"

"- and offer a free meal for each of you at Boones infamous, hotel bar. Just tell 'em that Mayor Buckman sent ya, and they'll bring you on out some of the yummiest gruel you ever did taste. Sound good? Can we put this whole mess behind us, hm?"

Uh, no-

"Oh, sure!"

"No?!- " Another slapping sound. Again, from the red head to the bleeding blonde.

"Dan! F r e e f o o d !! Shut the fuck up."

Trent just groans on the floor, sitting up suddenly and dealing with the headrush that comes with recovering from that particular attack.

You're just enjoying the view of him holding his head and moving suuuuper slowly, when Buckman trudges over to you and links his arm with yours as he passes- effectively dragging you promptly along with him. "Yeek- "

"Now, What. Happened? You know we aren't supposed to bother the guests," A small, devious smirk stretches one corner of his mouth at the word 'guests', but quickly he moves on as you roll your eyes. "And there you were- bothering them."

For a moment you consider explaining yourself as you turn your head to look at Buckman, but ultimately decide you're too tired and make 'pfft' sound, looking away again.

He slows to a stop and rounds on you now, gripping your arms so you don't walk off. "Don't you 'pfft' me, young lady." You peek up him from under one eyelid, as you have now closed them and turned your head away stubbornly and see the man giving you a stern look if you've ever seen one. It honestly cracks a little smile out of you- Who does he think you are? His wayward child??

Then you close your eyes tight again and cross your arms more cured around your chest, looking down to the ground uncomfortably. Taking a deep breath, you look up again and open both your eyes. "The bastards wouldn't leave me alone. Kept touching me when I asked them not to."

At this, both yours and Buckman's eyes snap to his hands on you but you just give a shrug.

Quickly he moves on- "Well that's understandable. Don't you worry- they'll be all yours soon enough." He winks, conspiratorial about the whole thing. You roll your eyes, but sigh.

"Right... hah... "

"Also, pumpkin," He slips an arm over your shoulder this time and the two of you start walking again. "What was that I heard about them callin' you a... errr... I think the term was 'lesbo'? Any idea what that one is is?"

Your chest cavity, and everything inside it, goes cold all of a sudden.

"Iii... uh... it means.. lesbian... "

Glancing at him to see his reaction, you see that he just blinks. In 0.2 seconds, he's going to get awkward and you're going to feel uncomfortable, and you desperately want to avoid that but you don't know what to say so your mind absolutely races- but- he speaks up first.

"Oh- well I get it, then. Reprobates were callin' you that just cuz you didn't reciprocate their disgusting feelings??" You double take at the freezing cold, hard look in his one eye as he says that, and honestly start to feel a little bit chilly under the hot Georgia sun.

"I- I guess, yeah... "

He shakes his head, looking away. "... wastin' perfectly good food and whiskey on good-for-nothin's like that... "

As he mutters to himself some more, language becoming darker and more foul as he disappears deeper into his own little world, you start to feel quite awkward. And waive a hand in front of his face. No no no, none of this right now. No thank you, sir-

Good grief, how did Y/S/N deal with this all the time, I am at the end of my tether with this man...

He wakes up with a jolt, glancing around then at you, flashing a pleasant smile. "Sorry, pumpkin, my bad. Just burning thunderwood." Clearly. You start moving again, and you realise with frustration that you're headed towards the bar. "Anyway, even if you did like women- who could blame ya? Certainly not me." He taps the side of your head with fingers on the arm laid out over your shoulders to get your full attention, and lowers his voice. "Granny Boone, either."

Then he winks, and lets go of you- your eyes wide at him.

You slowly let out the breath you were holding back anxiously before, shoulder dropping. What... really?? Is he saying what you think he's saying??? He nods, and smiles brightly. Ohhhh, that's why she dealt with him, you think, sighing with utter relief.

Then you glomp him.

#Platonic Drabbles #Horror Villains x Reader Drabbles #Drabbles #Jason Voorhees #Jason Voorhees x Reader #Jason Voorhees x Reader Drabble #Mayor Buckman #Mayor Buckman x Reader #Mayor Buckman x Reader Drabble

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weasleyswizardpleases · 4 years ago

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Playing Nurse (4/4)

Summary: Fred Weasley keeps showing up in Hogwarts’ infirmary, where you apprentice when you’re not in class, but he quickly becomes more than just a patient to you.

Warnings/notes: Blood, dental injury, bruising, broken bones. Language, kissing, some nudity, coming out. Not super graphic but it takes place in the school infirmary so people’s injuries and illnesses are described. Trans masc!Fred x fem!reader. Last chapter! Thanks for loving this one as much as I do you guys :)

Tags: @lucymfer @accioweaslcy @manuosorioh

4. We Must Stop Meeting Like This

A week goes by before you see Fred again. You’ve pretty much given up on him liking you after your somewhat unexpected last encounter. But, like clockwork, he’s in the infirmary again over the weekend.

When you arrive for your shift, the infirmary is already bustling. Pomfrey is doing intake on a group of students while a stern but somewhat worried looking McGonagall stands by. You take in the scene: Ron Weasley is there with a busted lip, Malfoy’s a few feet away, holding his head and looking dazed, Crabbe and Goyle by his side in disheveled states. You’re unsurprised to see an incredibly peeved Katie Bell, her stockings ripped, glaring at the Slytherins. She’s limping heavily.

“What happened here? How can I help?”

“There was… a fight,” McGonagall says tiredly.

“Go ahead and examine Ron, should be a quick episkey, and then move on to Mr. Crabbe, I think it’ll be much the same but I haven’t had a proper look yet,” instructs Madam Pomfrey.

You take Ron to an exam table and give him a quick once over while asking him what happened. He explains that Fred and George weren’t having it and things escalated quickly.

“Turned into an all out brawl before anyone could get a word in edgewise. Percy was watching and ran to snitch, well, thank god he did, because they’re in really bad shape,” he says.

“Who? The Slytherins?” you say, using an episkey charm on his lip and a few stray scratches across his arms, probably from being thrown to the ground in the scuffle.

“Fred, especially, and Malfoy, and…” Ron continues, but you’re no longer listening. You look around and notice that the twins are unaccounted for. You’re finishing up on Ron when George and Filch come in carrying a stretcher with Fred on it. He seems barely conscious. You walk alongside them, asking all the questions you know to ask. This one is yours- Pomfrey is busy with Malfoy, who you suspect has a concussion, and will probably need to look after Katie’s ankle next.

George tells you that Malfoy hit Fred with a stunning spell, but after he fell, they kept kicking at him. You elect not to revive Fred fully yet, first casting a pain relief spell. You examine his clothed torso, feeling along his ribs, and notice that one of the bones feels out of place. You frown and continue lightly feeling along the area, and notice that he seems to be wearing a tight, thick undershirt.

“He’s got a broken rib. We’ll have to remove any garments that might constrict the area to set the bone properly. Could I ask you two to step out for a moment?” you ask, gesturing to the curtain out of the cubicle. Filch departs, but before George leaves he pauses.

“Don’t tell anyone, ok? It would break his heart,” he says seriously before stepping out.

You have little time to wonder what he means. You cut open Fred’s tee shirt and, as you suspected upon palpating his torso, find an undergarment laid tight across his chest. Like a sports bra, maybe, but why- in a flash, you understand the secret Fred was talking about the other day, and what George was saying to keep to yourself just now. It’s a binder. Of course.

You waste no time reflecting and slice his binder cleanly down the middle to remove pressure from the area. You set about doing a complex set of spells- first checking for internal bleeding, then setting the broken bone back in place, then casting a bandaging spell so he’s not tempted to move about before it’s fully set.

“Rennervate!” you say, flicking your wand in Fred’s direction. He comes to, looking around in confusion, his eyes finally landing on you.

“How do you feel?” you ask him.

“Utter shit,” he says. “What happened, exactly?”

“Stunning spell from Malfoy or one of his goons, George said. You wound up with a broken rib from getting kicked while you were out, but the scan didn’t show anything else too terrible. Just a few bruises.”

“Those cheating bastards. I’d love to spit in their faces right now,” he says, moaning as he tries to sit up.

“Just lay down,” you say, resting your hand gently on his shoulder. “It should be pretty much healed by tomorrow morning, but it’s going to be painful until then. If you want, I can ask Pomfrey to give you something to help you sleep while I’m out fetching you a new shirt,” you offer. You pulled the blanket up to cover his chest when you finished working on his ribs, but he’s still shirtless underneath. You watch as he realizes you must have seen his chest while you were patching him up. He grimaces uncomfortably.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“I’d like that shirt, please,” he says, pursing his lips. You dash off to one of the cabinets to fetch an extra set of clothes and an extra blanket, since you know he’ll be staying the night.

“Here,” you say, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You excuse yourself to let him change, and touch bases with Madam Pomfrey. McGonagall has taken Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle, who are all fully healed, back to her office. Katie Bell is sitting on an exam table, still looking quite angry with her swollen leg propped up high. George is lurking worriedly near the door. You make your way over to him.

“Hey,” you say quietly. “Fred is going to be perfectly fine by tomorrow. Madam Pomfrey will have a look at him to make sure there’s nothing I missed, since it was a serious injury, but his rib is all patched up.” He sighs in relief.

“And don’t worry, I won’t say anything,” you add discreetly, smiling knowingly at him. He relaxes fully and nods in return. “Good luck with McGonagall. She did not look happy.”

“Thanks, Y/N. Take good care of him,” he says, nodding towards his brother’s bed before leaving to accept his punishment.

You return to Fred’s bedside to find him looking quite sheepish.

“Feeling okay?” you ask softly.

“Sure. Bit embarrassed. I wasn’t hoping you’d find out like this, you know.”

“Your big secret is that you’re trans? Freddie, who in the world would care about that?”

“I dunno, some people.”

“Uh, yeah, bigots,” you say, laughing. “I certainly don’t care. I’m just glad you’re ok.”

“Thanks to you. Wanna sit?” he asks sweetly. You can’t say no, so you agree to wait with him at least until Pomfrey comes in to look him over.

“So, did you ever talk to that girl?” you ask, trying to make small talk after all the excitement. He looks at you like you’re a nutcase.

“Y/N, are you thick?” he laughs hard, causing him to wince and hold his torso. He gasps in pain, but grins through it. “Honestly, who did you think I was interested in?” he asks, biting back laughter. You look at him, your cheeks hot. What is he getting at?

“How should I know? I hardly see you, outside of keeping you alive in here,” you say defensively.

“Wow, I thought for sure you knew. I was so embarrassed when you didn’t say anything, I’ve been avoiding you for weeks!”

“What? Why?” you ask, but it quickly dawns on you what you may’ve been missing. “Wait… what?!” you say, your hand flying to your mouth.

“Yep, you got it.”

“You like me?”

“Yes, you idiot!”

“Come here,” you say. You lean down and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, but he pulls you in gently for a real kiss, a long one. You feel so much tension you didn’t even know you were holding in leave your body, and stand back up, laughing big, just as Madam Pomfrey parts the curtain.

“Well, everyone seems in good spirits in here,” she says. You both nod awkwardly.

“Y/N has been taking such good care of me I hardly knew I was hurt,” Fred says cheerfully. Pomfrey gives him a quick once over, agrees with your diagnoses and treatment, and leaves you two alone once again.

“You know, we have got to stop meeting like this,” Fred says, looking up at you. “Not that you don’t look lovely in your apron.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“How about a date?”

“I certainly wouldn’t object to a nice evening with a ruggedly handsome young man,” you say, giggling gleefully. He flashes a big smile, showing off his chipped tooth.

“Well, it’s a deal. You get me up and going again and I treat you to dinner,” he says.

“Deal! I've got to go, though,” you say, planting a sneaky kiss on him before you leave, “I am at work, after all.” You practically float out the door, proud of your work in more ways than one. Fred Weasley. Yours at last.

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wisteriaiswriting · 1 year ago

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Oh, ok. Do you think you could write for Grace and Freddie x reader in a poly relationship?

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

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It had been hours since you and Freddie had seen Grace, causing her to start worrying. Only after many unanswered phone calls were you able to make her drop it.

Ending with her leaning onto you while you read to her, your voice managed to keep her distracted. And seemingly yourself, as neither of you noticed Grace enter even as the door creaked.

Freddie was too deep into the story and your voice, and you tried getting her to sleep. Keeping her mind of Grace for now, not wanting her too worry. But this surprised Grace, as Freddie would normally be asleep by now.

You, not so much. She was used to that though. The tv playing as background noise illuminated the book you were reading, one her and Freddie brought for you.

Currently too tired to care about anything else she made her way over, now catching your attention. Before flopping onto your laps, pulling herself close as possible to you both.

With Grace back home and safe, Freddie let her eyes shut. Quickly draping a few nearby blankets over them you continued reading, making sure to also watch over them.

#stray gods x reader #stray gods grace #stray gods freddie #grace x reader #freddie x reader #wisteria♥

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years ago

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Ko No Mono

2x11

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, dead bodies,, will being hot as fuck

Author’s Note: I’ve made my bed now i have to lie in it. I still haven’t actually seen your guys reaction to the last episode at the tiem of writing this so hopefully it blowed over okay lol. I love Will and Hannibal dudes.

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar

Official Episode Summary :Jack and his team discover the truth of Freddie Lounds' disappearance, Will tells Alana to arm herself; Mason suspects his sister intends to usurp him and Hannibal shows Will how much Abigail reminded him of his sister.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Tag List (is always open!) : @llperfectsymmetryll @ericacactus @vlightning95

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You woke up slowly this time, a nightmare less sleep. Unfortunately you felt Will beside you and you could hear how loud he was breathing. You turned around and grabbed his arm to ground him. You waited for a minute as he caught his breath and then he laid back down on the pillow before wrapping his arms around you, his head resting on your chest.

You pet his hair and wordlessly, as though in tune, the two of you fell back asleep. Whatever dream he had was not worth talking about right now.

You sat beside Will. Will sat directly across from Hannibal as he dished up your food. It was an interesting one this time around, confusing. Everything Hannibal made confused you but you were used to it at this point.

“Among gourmands, the ortolan bunting is considered a rare-but-debauched delicacy. A rite of passage, if you will,” aHannibal said, sneaking a smile to both of you. “Preparation calls for the songbird to be drowned alive in Armagnac. It is then roasted and consumed whole in a single mouthful.”

“Ortolans are endangered,” Will stated.

“He’s right,” you said.

“Who amongst us is not?” Hannibal asked. You shook your head but you weren’t about to deny a Hannibal made dish.

“I have been gorged, drowned, plucked and roasted. Not yet,” Will said simply.

“Traditionally, during this meal, we’re to place shrouds over our heads, hiding our faces from God,” Hannibal said. “I don't hide from God.” You smiled a bit at his audacity. You picked up the bird and so did Will.

“Bones and all?” Will questioned.

“Bones and all.”

You and Will both ate it all in one bite. Your eyes locked with Hannibals as you did so. You swallowed after a moment.

“After my first ortolan, I was euphoric. A stimulating reminder of our power over life and death,” Hannibal said.

“I was euphoric when I killed Freddie Lounds,” you told him. Your mind wandered. Your hands around her neck. Will beside you.

“Did your heart race when you did it?”

“No,” Will said.

“Not a bit,” you retorted.

Hannibal smiled at the two of you. You were growing in his mind, evolving. This was his design and he was liking the way it was threaded.

You stood in the morgue, the charred body of Freddie Lounds in front of you.

“Freddie Lounds ultimate failure was her inability to keep herself out of her own stories,” Jack said.

You smiled.

“Freddie had the longing need to be noticed,” you stated.

“She was noticed,” Will finished.

You were fuming. Absolutely fuming. You were in the room with Hannibal, Will and Margot Verger. She sat in the chair across from Hannibal but you and Will were standing. You didn’t even have the heart to sit on the desk like you usually did you were so pissed.

“There’s no baby. Isn’t even an embryo yet. I’ve got hormones in my pee. That’s the extent of it. But here I am, feeling maternal,” Margot said.

“We’re discussing a small group of cells. Barely life, but immediately seen to be life-changing,” Hannibal said in his physiatrist voice. You had your arms crossed and despite the fact you were pissed, your face was in a careful poker face.

“I feel like everything that was done to me can almost be undone,” Margot said.

“Through children we can disrupt our own sense of the past. We can protect them in ways we weren’t,” Hannibal inquired. You were pissed at him too. You weren’t sure why but you were sure it would come up eventually.

“Life eventually bounces back Margot.”

“I could be good to a child. I’ll go to parenting classes,” she said like she was pleased with herself.

“You’ve conspired with your unborn child to liberate yourself and you’ve made Will and Y/N an unknowing accomplice,” Hannibal said.

“I got what I wanted from Will, but I didn’t understand what I was taking until the strip turned blue. Y/N was just a happy accident. I thought you were single, honestly and I’m not proud of myself,” she explained. You raised your finger to her and Will grabbed it before it slapped her in the face.

“Nor should you be. You said-” Will started.

“I lied,” she finished.

You felt like you were mourning something that you figured was yours. You stared at Margot and saw the mother of your boyfriend's baby. You had one night of slippage and here was the result. Margot Verger. The Vergers.

“You’re just as bad as your brother,” you hissed. “And did you know?” you asked Hannibal.

“I was aware of Margot’s goal of having a child. I was not aware of the means to achieve it.”

“What do you want from us?” Will asked. Still using ‘us’. It was after he said that he realized this could ruin any relationship he had with you. He didn’t even know if you wanted kids but someone else having his child was surely a dent. He looked over at you and you couldn’t even look at him. In fact, the only person you could look at was Hannibal.

“Little or nothing or as much as you’d like to give,” Margot said simply. You shook your head and left the room to your desk.

You sat there and shut the door behind you. You knew you shouldn’t be mad at Will. You did it together and it was a joint decision, granted it was not really talked about. A spur of the moment, completely calculated thing. You stared at your computer, the blank black screen that reflected you back at you.

Margot walked out and you stood up, refusing to show any emotion.

“I hope you’re pleased,” you said simply. Will left the office but you didn’t look at him.

“I’m sorry,” she said. You wanted to strangle the life out of her but instead you just walked past her and Hannibal to the office, shutting the door behind you. You walked over to the chair you promised yourself you would never sit at and you sat in it. Hannibal was still sitting at his chair.

You stared at each other.

“You swear to me you didn’t know,” you muttered.

“I did not know,” he said. “I had no idea you were bisexual.” You shook your head but you had bigger problems.

“It was a spur of the moment thing. Will and I had just…” you trailed off. “I was in the wrong headspace for her to have conniving plans.” You stared at Hannibal and stood up. “I don’t like those chairs,” you whispered. You walked over and finally sat on the desk. Hannibal got up.

“Has Will left?”

“He’s presumably waiting for me in the car.” You looked up at Will and tears pricked your eyes. “It’s not his fault,” you promised. Hannibal leaned against the desk beside you.

“But you believe that this will change things.” You whipped the few stray tears.

“Shouldn’t it? I mean come on, wouldn’t it be weird if I was having your child but you were with Alana?” Hannibal laughed dryly at the comparison. You took a deep breath. “I don't even know if I want kids but...that was supposed to be my kid,” you whispered. “Will and I were gonna have that family, the family that has now started between him and Margot Verger.”

Hannibal wiped your tears away with his thumb. He was now standing directly in front of you, looking down at you as you sat.

“Will loves you,” he promised. “And cares about you more than I would care about Alana in your analogy.” You nodded and he hugged you. You pressed your head against his chest.

“I just have to talk to him,” you whispered. He nodded.

“But your emotions are valid. Don’t forget that.” Hannibal pet your hair but he felt your emotions hitting a hard chord.

This wasn’t good.

The car ride home was interesting. Silence. Uncomfortable silence. That wasn’t something that you and Will were quite accustomed to. You got into the house and immediately locked yourself in the bathroom to catch your breath. You stared in the mirror and imagined how Will must be feeling.

Excitement to be a father? Going through things you were supposed to feel together one day?

You opened the door and Will sat on the bed. You walked over and sat beside him, looking at your hands.

“What does this mean?” you asked.

“If we have any more threesomes I should probably wear protection.”

“Good advice overall however I don't’ see many more threesomes in our future,” you whispered. He wasn’t sure what you meant by that. Did you mean just in general or that you wouldn’t be together at all?

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I should be asking you how you’re feeling, father to be,” you said, voice breaking. You hid your emotions as best you could.

“Y/N…”

“It was meant to be us,” you whispered. “The two of us. Not you and Margot Verger.” He nodded and looked over at you. “Do you want me here now that you’re having a kid with her?” The dreaded question.

“Of course I want you here,” he said quickly. “I’ll always want you here.” You looked over at him. “Do you want to be here?” You nodded even quicker.

“I do.”

He hugged you tightly and you wrapped your legs around his waist as you sat on the bed. You buried your face in his shoulder. The battle wasn’t over but at least you knew you had each other.

“After Abigail,” he whispered. “I dream about her. I dream about teaching her to fish,” he told you. You nodded. You felt maternal to Abigail as well.

“And Hannibal....” He nodded, pulling away from you a bit. “Robbed that from us.”

“Yeah. He did.”

Will grabbed your arm. He was sweating, it was even showing on your pajama shirt. There was a knock on the door that had woken him up from a nightmare.

“You okay?” you whispered. He nodded.

“Who is that?”

“If it’s Margot Verger again I’ll drown her in the sink.” Will got up and walked to the door as you grabbed him a robe. You could hear from the back room that it was Alana.

“I guess I’m trying to convince myself of something. Or maybe I’m trying to convince you. Or maybe I don't know why I’m here,” she said. You walked up to the door.

“I know why. You’re worried I killed Freddie Lounds.”

“Did you?” Alana asked. She looked at you and you looked at her. Your friendship had unfortunately dissolved over time. She seemed so pensive now.

“What do you think?” Will asked.

“I think that’s the wrong answer to tell somebody who is already wondering what you’re capable of,” Alana said. Will turned to you.

“Can you make us some coffee?”

“Two or three cups?”

“Two,” he said bluntly. You nodded and walked into the house but you could still be here.

“I know you’re lying to me. You’ve slipped into some kind of skin and I think it fits you a little too well,” she said.

“I told everyone Hannibal was a killer and no one believed me. Just like no one would believe you if you said I was a killer,” Will said and you smiled as you started to make coffee.

“I'm afraid, Will. But not of you. I'm afraid for you. I don't think Hannibal is good for you. I think your relationship is destructive.”

“Hannibal's good enough for you.” You almost clapped at that but you contend to pretend you weren’t listening.

“You should be afraid. You’re right to be afraid.”

Alana Bloom stood back at Freddie’s funeral. You were with Will but you wanted to talk to her first so you told him to wait back. You walked up to her and she let out a small sigh at your presence.

“I’m here to mourn Freddie Lounds. Can’t imagine it’s why you’re here,” she muttered.

“I’m here in support of my boyfriend. His psychiatrist recommended he come.” Alana looked over at you.

“They aren’t who you think they are. You may think that you know Hannibal Lecter but you don’t. I don’t think anyone does,” she said. Almost like a warning.

“Says the girl sleeping with him,” you whispered teasingly. “I know Hannibal better than you know him Alana. And I know Will better than that. You may think you’re right about every single thing Alana but I can assure you, you are not.” You whispered. She let out a huff. She can’t imagine herself being wrong.

She walked away.

You sat in the room with Will and Hannibal. You sat on the desk while they sat in the chairs, reminiscent of old times.

“I’ve been so preoccupied with taking a life, I’m having trouble wrapping my head around making one,” he muttered.

“You and Y/N have never discussed it?” You shrugged.

“Not often. We’ve always had other things on our minds,” you admitted. “Just that if it happened it was in the future.”

“When men become fathers, they undergo biochemical changes that affect the way they think,” Hannibal explained.

“You said the same thing happens when men become killers,” Will inquired.

“Fatherhood is not always a nurturing role. Fathers can be killers. In protecting a child, things trapped inside a man for years fly free, ready to explode in pain. And dangerous behavior. What sort of father would you be?” Hannibal questioned.

“He’d be a good father,” you said quietly, answering for him.

“How quickly we form attachments to something that does not yet exist,'' Hannibal whispered. You and Hannibal shared a look.

You stood beside Will at a crime scene. This one was not yours. This was Hannibals. Freddie Lounds was put into a religious figure.

“What connection do Freddie Lounds and Randall Tier have?” Jack asked.

“The Grahams. Randall Tier was their suspect and Hannibal’s patient,” Alana said. She looked to be having a tough time. “Freddie was investigating his murder when she died.

“Freddie was investigating a lot of things when she died,” Will said.

“This is a psychopath who has incubated fantasies of killing is translating them into action. He’s building himself up. Or somebody’s building him up,” Alana said. You and Will shared a look.

Jack Crawford would be showing Alana Bloom Freddie tonight. Freddies body, alive, completely and utterly alive. You and Will did not kill her. Alana was breaking and Jack would show her that you and Will were not the murderers she thought you were.

Technically.

“This is a courtship,” Alana whispered.

When you got word about Margot you were silent. You went with Will to the hospital silently.

You stared at Margot Verger, without a child now, silently.

Hannibal approached you and while Will immediately left you strayed for a moment. You looked over at him and you shared a look.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“I did nothing but suggest simple actions.” You nodded and grabbed his hand as you turned away. You held it for a moment. Then you followed Will.

Mason Verger watched his pigs. Will walked up to him and held him over the edge. You looked at him, waiting from behind. You had taken out the guard, per request. You didn’t want the child and you were relieved it was gone. That being said, you would likely back Will in anything he wanted to do.

“You think it was Margot’s idea to have an heir? Think it was your idea to take it from her? My idea to come here and kill you? What you, your sister and I all have in common is the same psychiatrist,” Will said. He brought Mason back to the ground and you raised a gun to his head.

“Aren’t you his secretary?” Mason questioned. “Oh you and baby daddy!” He paused. “Margot messed with the wrong throuple.”

“If Hannibal had his dithers, you’d be wrapped around a bullet,” you said. You put the gun down.

“He’s the one you should be feeding to your pigs,” Will finished.

2x12

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citydreamgrls · 4 years ago

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they were roommates - part four

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

summary: she had nowhere to go, fleeing home to pursue something along the lines of freedom, so being welcomed into the entrepreneurial twins life was a whole world of new experiences waiting to happen.

an: thank you for all the lovely messages i’ve been getting lately, everyone has been overwhelmingly sweet it’s great, love u always <333

words: 4,456

“Are you sure you’ll be okay here?” George asked the girl, who was taking a well-deserved rest on the sofa with a magazine propped up on her knees.

“Yes, you don’t need to worry. I’ll let you know if anything happens.” She chuckled, seeing how nervous they were about leaving her, even if it was just for one evening.

“Do you really want to be left all alone?” Fred seemed concerned, “With the ghosts?” He teased.

“Stop it freddie,” She groaned, knowing better than to believe him, but fully aware that every noise would spook her now. “Now, go. Both of you,” She swotted the man’s shoulder as George joined him in the living room. “And say hi to Ginny for me, tell her I miss her.”

“God, anyone would think you like her more than us!” They huffed, taking their place in the fireplace with handfuls of floo powder.

“Well-” She started, seeing the men’s faces drop in unison. “I’m kidding, I could never.” The girl grinned, waving goodbye as they announced their family home and left for the night.

Suddenly the loft felt very empty, and spooky. Maybe Fred was telling the truth about the ghosts?

The twins landed in their mother’s fireplace, dusting off their smart jackets with a sniffle. It always was a hassle to use the floo line home, that damn chimney was blocked up with all sorts that clogged their noses.

“Darlings!” Mrs Weasley called out, dragging them into a room and yet another hurried hug as she had no time to spare with dinner ready in only a few minutes.

“Sorry we’re a bit late.” Fred apologised, smacking Ron on the back of the head lightly as he walked past.

“Wanker,” His little brother mumbled, ignoring them.

“That’s okay, as long as you’re here.” Molly replied, using her wand to direct a multiple of bowls onto the table before them.

Ginny sat in between Harry and Hermione, who had made it a habit of theirs to join in on family dinners at the Weasley’s. Not that anyone ever complained, the more the merrier eh?

“Y/n says she misses you,” George whispered to his sister, not wanting the bombardment of questions about their houseguest until a little bit later.

“Tell her I’ll have a day off soon, hermione and I will swing by and we can go shopping or something.”

“You’ve told Hermione about her?” Fred chimed in, obviously a bit worried.

“Well of course I have, she can’t wait to meet her.” She gushed, excited to share her new friend with her oldest friend.

“Oh great well that means Ron will-”

“So... who’s y/n?” Their youngest brother asked from beside the twins, wide eyed with innocent curiosity, catching everyone in the room’s attention.

Mrs Weasley whipped her head around.

“A girl? Have one of you got a girlfriend, why didn’t you tell me?” She started up on her assumptions, knowing that her sons were awful at telling her about their lives.

“Thanks a lot, idiot.” The twins groaned at Ron, who seemed just as confused as ever.

“Well, which one of you?” Molly continued, taking her seat at the other end of the table to Mr Weasley, who beamed silently. Wanting to hear the gossip as much as his wife did.

“Y/n isn’t a girlfriend mum, she’s staying with us for a while.” George took charge, keeping a straight face as he explained the facts to the rest of the family.

“What do you mean staying with you, where did you find her.”

“She’s not a stray dog mum!” Ginny laughed, taking a spoonful of roast potatoes and lumping them onto her plate.

“She used to work with Neville and his wife Hannah, you remember her right?” Fred joined in.

“Oh yes, lovely lady, beautiful hair!”

“Well, they couldn’t afford to keep her on. And she was living there until she could find somewhere more permanent to live,”

“What about her parents, surely they wouldn’t leave her homeless?” Molly asked, pouring herself a much-deserved glass of wine before passing the bottle around.

“Well, a-about that.” George started, but he seemed unsure on how to explain it to his family without giving out the girl’s private information.

“All we know is that she ran away from home because she needed to.”

“And you trust that!” Ron scoffed, earning a kick from Ginny and a glare from Hermione.

“She’s lovely, and yes she can be trusted- how else would she have gotten a job with neville if not?” Their sister came to her defense, shutting the youngest brother up with one breath.

“Thanks Gin,” George whispered.

“Well, I think that’s a lovely thing you’ve done boys.” Molly chirped up, “I’m proud of you both for being so charitable.”

“Yes, very good.” Mr Weasley mumbled, urged on by his wife’s awaiting gaze. “Just be careful, she is a stranger after all.”

“I think it’s y/n who should be careful around these two.” Ron chuckled, earning a harsh kick from his fiance under the table.

The family chatted all the way through dinner, telling stories of their work and their friends until all the food was gone and Harry helped Molly to clear up while the rest settled in the living room, next to a roaring fire.

“Your mother has been begging him to visit for weeks now, but he’s been tied up at the bank with yet another break in.” Arthur explained to his kids, telling them about Bill’s recent absence.

“Have they not updated their wards? Gringotts is the hardest to get into, it doesn’t make sense?” Hermione frowned, shaking her head.

“Luckily nothing was stolen, I think whoever did it got scared off before they made it to the vaults.”

“That’s odd, if anything vaults are easier to break into.” Ron was just as confused as his counterpart.

“Well yes, you lot would know wouldn’t you.” fred teased, squeezing Harry’s shoulder who sat by the fire in front of him.

“We could do a better job.” The boy with glasses chuckled.

“Just be careful, if these thieves are in the alley then there’s a chance they could target the shops next.” Mr Weasley warned them, knowing their business was known to be the one doing the best in diagon alley.

The twins nodded in response, sharing a small worry for the girl they had left behind in the loft. Fred thought about bringing it up to his brother, but decided against it the second everyone’s conversation topic changed.

“We won’t stay too long then.” George whispered to him, assuring him that he too was concerned about leaving y/n alone with the risk of someone breaking in. But even as the family laughed over stories, old and new, Fred couldn’t help but grow restless.

The longer they were there, comfortable and happy, the longer the girl was alone and vulnerable. He knew if he mentioned it again that George would grow suspicious of his feelings for the girl, whom he blatantly presumed could defend herself by the way he accepted yet another drink from his father.

If he hadn’t been such a wimp about it, he could have just put George in his place and been open about the way he liked the girl. But now he had to keep quiet, for his own sanity.

Another hour or so later the twins finally said their goodbyes, promising their mother that y/n would come along with them next week so everyone could meet her, and left the burrow to return to the loft where y/n had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

George chuckled, creeping over to her while Fred was distracted by the sight of her face yet again and picked her up into his arms.

“I’ll take her downstairs, Freddie, can you turn all the lights off up here?” He asked, letting the girl fall into his chest.

Fred hated how perfect they looked together, how George hadn’t even hesitated to hold her himself, how she slotted into his arms so simply. He hated that all of this bothered him, that he was pitting himself against his double, who hadn’t even shown any signs of wanting her.

Still he watched them leave, disappear down the steps and into the darkness. He considered waiting, with the hope that he could listen in on any conversation but realised that might be a bit much and sloped away to his bedroom, mumbling a quick “nox” as he went.

The more days that passed, the easier y/n fitted into the twins’ day to day life. She was a saint in the shop, and loyal customers got to know her and like just as quickly as the two men had done so.

Her little room was a godsend on her back, but in the evenings she stayed up in the loft with them, very rarely wanting time alone unless she was particularly exhausted. Which only made things harder for Fred, who seemed to grow more and more jealous around the girl.

He hadn’t realised how bad it had gotten, however, until Bill graced them all with his presence one afternoon while they were shutting up the shop. He had, of course, heard news of their guest from Ron and decided to find out all he could for himself while he wasn’t busy.

“She’s not here right now, we just sent her to the shop for dinner,” Fred told him, cashing up the till with a concentrated look. His older brother leant on the counter, still dressed in his fancy bank suit, having come straight from work.

“Not sure what she’s cooking, no doubt it’ll be good though,” George chuckled, stacking more things onto the shelves nearby.

“Apparently Ginny likes her, is that true?” He asked them, to which they both nodded. “Wow, she must be great then- never met anyone else with better character jugement, well except myself of course.”

Fred rolled his eyes at Bill, always one to be humble.

“She’s pretty great.” He assured, ignoring George’s weird look.

“Shame I missed her, guess I’ll have to find out for myself at dinner on friday.”

“You’re coming to the burrow?” George laughed, amazed that he finally had time.

“Yeah well, we haven’t had much progress with these break ins so there’s no point trying to force it. The aurors have taken over as it is, we’ve done all we can.”

“Which reminds me, I need to update our wards Georgie.”

“Again, I only did it a couple days ago!”

“No point taking chances, what dad said was right- they could easily target other businesses next.” Fred huffed, his brother accepting defeat.

Their attention was caught by the sound of the front door tinkling open, a jingle of keys telling them that y/n was finally back.

“Here she is!” Bill announced, greeting her with a charming smile and confident tone. The girl seemed surprised, her smile awkward and a little confused.

“This is our big brother, Bill.” Fred explained, offering to take the heavy bags from her. She smiled, making sure to lock eyes with him as he stepped back again.

“Hello Bill, it’s lovely to meet you.” Now she was more relaxed, her shoulders dropping as he spoke to her and asked her plenty of questions about herself, all the while leaning suavely against the counter.

Fred wanted to go over and drag her away, tell her that bill was way too old for her. But all he could do was stand and watch as she giggled away at every other comment he made, her eyes scanning him all the time that he was there.

“I better take this all upstairs-” She reached for the bags that were in his hand, but he stepped up onto the stairs.

“N-no it’s alright, I’ll go.” At least he wouldn’t have to hide his anger around them much longer.

Only a couple minutes later she joined him in the loft, her cheeks rosy and her eyes sparkly as she smiled at him in the kitchen.

“You okay?” Fred asked her.

“Yeah, George is saying goodbye to your brother. I said I’d come help.” She grinned, setting up a chopping board right beside him.

“You didn’t have to.” He nudged her shoulder playfully, making her giggle, the same way Bill had done.

“I wanted to, silly, plus I feel like I barely saw you all day- it was weird.”

Maybe liking her wasn’t off the cards after all, she wanted to be with him, she felt weird when she didn’t see him. Hell, she even left big-shot Bill downstairs just to be in the same room as him. George could have been wrong, she could want him back after all.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” She asked the taller man beside her, looking up with those hopeful eyes.

“Yeah sure,” “I’ll be back in ten to help, okay?” “Don’t fall!” He called out as she rushed off, hearing a faint giggle as the bathroom door shut. Fred smiled to himself, liking how much more comfortable they were getting around one another.

“Need help?” George asked, poking his head round the kitchen door.

“Can do, y/n’s just showering.” He directed his twin to the vegetables that needed peeling.

“By the way, Bill was asking about her-” His stomach tensed. “He wants to ask her out, I told him it’s fine… you know since you said you were just drunk when you told me those things.”

Fred’s heart stopped. Of course, just as things showed the smallest sign of getting better his hope was crushed by the weight of one sentence. He nodded, trying to pay as little attention to what nonsense George spewed out as they cooked, but he couldn’t help hearing how Bill had been taken in by the girl’s beauty.

The man wanted to yell out, he wanted to snap and explain that he’d liked her first. It all seemed so childish, he’d been jealous of one brother and now another one had swooped right in and charmed her. There was no way she would deny him, either, he’d seen her blush.

All through dinner, George asked the girl what she thought of their older brother, most likely at Bill’s request. But it made Fred feel sick, to see her so excited to talk about him, all that he could do was stay silent and eat his food. Not that either of the others noticed, too enthralled in their riveting conversation.

George was as bad as his mother for gossiping, together with y/n’s childlike excitement, he decided he couldn’t take much more and quietly dismissed himself so he could run off to his room and let out the breath he’d been holding onto all evening.

This was going to be harder to get over.

That Friday night, the three of them apparated to the burrow, wanting to show the girl a different way to travel as she had never been taught how to do it when she lived at home. The moon was bright out that night, and shone done over the field as they landed, both men having to keep her stable as she giggled.

“That was fun!” She squealed, jumping up and down and looking around, amazed that she had never experienced such a exhilarating thing before.

“I gotta be honest, I was expecting you to vomit.”

“We both were,”

“It’s practically tradition at this point.”

“Maybe on the way back, after dinner.” The girl teased, stomping her boots over the long grass that led towards the house.

She had found her nicest pair of big blue jeans and used some of the little money she had on her to buy a new top when Ginny had taken her out with Hermione. It was white, with thin lace sleeves and a corset waist, which had reminded her of the dresses her mother used to wear whenever her father took her out for a special occasion. Before they grew apart, of course.

Fred had gulped when he’d seen her wearing it, presuming that she’d been swayed by Hermione’s elegant style over Ginny’s punk-princess dresses. And while he loved seeing her wearing clothes that made her look like an angel, as she did that evening, everything the girl wore seemed to make him want her more and more.

“Y/n!” His little sister cried out from the front door, having spotted them from the front window, making the girl run even faster to greet her. They flew into each other’s arms like best friends, they most likely were that close by now, given both of the girl’s addictive personalities.

All of them were quickly ushered inside, where Ron and Harry awkwardly stared at her while she talked with their fiances. George nudged their shoulders.

“You guys look like creeps, have you really forgotten how to talk to girls other than those two.” He scoffed.

“Oh, we’re just worried.” Harry explained, looking as white as a sheet.

“About y/n?” Fred sneered, “She’s a softie, come on.”

“Ginny and ‘Mione are great, but when they’re together they can be-” “They’re brutal.” Ron finished his friend's statement bluntly. “And your little project will turn into one of them if you’re not careful.”

“She’s not a project Ron-” “Yeah, shut up Ron.”

Mrs Weasley wiped her hands of cooking and rushed over to the new face in her house, immediately dragging the girl into a hug.

“It is so lovely to meet you y/n!” She exclaimed, her children’s kindness so evidently learnt from her. “Ginny has told me so much about you,” The girl blushed before her, unknowing of a parent so welcoming.

Her mother used to be like this, if she remembered far enough, she would invite all their friends over and treat other’s children as their own. Always with a bright, beaming smile, one that had been lost as the years went one, but one that she no doubt inherited herself.

“Why don’t you go sit with the boys, dinner won’t be long.” She smiled, keeping Ginny and Ron behind to help her finish up. She followed the twins, who seemed too tall for their own home as they ducked beneath archways and low hanging lights.

A fire was lit in the next room, surrounded by sofas and armchairs that looked even comfier than her own bed. Mr Weasley sat, facing the doorway, having a conversation with someone who had their back to the trio as they entered.

“Hi dad, evening Bill.” George smiled, slumping down on a sofa comfortably.

Bill turned round, expectantly, his smirk rising when he saw the girl stood before him, looking much more made up that she was the other day after a long shift.

“There she is,” He said, smoothly, relishing in the way she blushed nervously in his presence.

She politely greeted Mr Weasley, before sitting down in between the twins who were her pillars of safety as they talked over her head. Even as Bill conversed with his father about matters that she struggled to catch up on, his gaze burned upon her body like a flame.

Fred noticed it, the way his brother watched over her like a hawk and the way she lapped it up. It was sickening to see her fall under his spell so easily, he didn’t even need to try. Bill always got what he wanted, everyone knew that.

When Mrs Weasley called them all in for dinner, Fred certainly didn’t miss the way his older brother whispered into her ear and all but dragged her over to the table so he could ensure they would be next to one another. He just let it happen, who was he to stop them, a hopeless romantic… that’s all.

“So y/n, where did you go to school?” Arthur asked, thinking nothing of the question. But her face fell a little, not that anyone but Fred saw it happen from across the table.

“Uh- I was actually homeschooled, but there’s still a lot I don’t know.”

“Well I hope the boys have been teaching you lots, it’s good to know as much as you can.” Mrs Weasley beamed, rubbing the twin’s heads as she passed by with glasses for everyone.

“They’ve been extremely helpful, in more ways than I can thank them for.” She smiled sweetly, catching Fred’s eye as everyone started up their own conversations.

That was the last time she looked over at him that night, as Bill started telling her all sorts of things that made her giggle and smirk and blush and fidget. It was obvious to anyone that watched the two of them that Bill had made up his mind about her.

It was the scar tour which finally made Fred roll his eyes, no one seeing but his twin.

“You alright?” George said, with a confused chuckle.

“Oh yeah, fine.”

“Bill’s a right show off isn’t he, wonder where he’s gonna take her on their d-a-t-e.”

“We’re not dogs you know, we can spell.” Ginny hissed from the other side of him, leaning over behind him so she could talk to Fred directly.

“Is it true?” She asked him, hushed.

“Is what?” He whispered back, praying that George hadn’t spoken of his drunken confession.

“Bill’s gonna ask her out?”

“Well- I guess so, he said he would.” He sat up straight again, wanting nothing more to do with that conversation if he could help it. He was already forced to watch the two of them as if he was front row at a particularly excruciating play.

The whole night seemed to drag on for hours and hours, as it seemed like Ginny and Bill were fighting over the girl’s attention. Fred finally gave up on trying to bear the whole situation and slipped out the back door when no one was watching, hoping to have a few minutes alone in the night’s cool air.

But not even thirsty seconds of silence later, the door opened behind him, and someone came to join him.

“You alright Fred?” Hermione’s voice sounded over to him, as he sat slumped against the stone wall. He nodded, not minding her company over any of the other’s. She at least knew how to be quiet when it was necessary.

The brunette took a seat beside him on the grass, crossing her legs and taking in a fresh breath of air. He was always happy that Hermione was the one friend of Ginny’s to actually join the family, he’d never been a fan of the other’s as most of the time they would bother him and George.

“You like her, don’t you?” Hermione asked, dragging him from his vacant thoughts.

“What?”

“Y/n. You like her, and you haven’t said anything.”

“Hermione, I don’t-” ‘I’m not going to tell anyone, I hate gossip.” She scoffed, and he knew it was true.

“It’s a tricky one, okay.” The man finally said, after she let him think over his answer for a few moments.

“I bet, and now Bill’s got his sight on her.”

“Yeah well, I’m not him-” He sighed. “Doesn’t mean you can’t like her.”

“It’s too late, she’s gonna say yes to their date and then they’ll be together and I’ll have to watch them be happy and shit, all the while I’m gonna be miserable.” “She might say no,” “Bullshit will she say no, have you seen the way she acts around him?” “Not really.” Hermione admitted.

“Well, it’s obvious she likes him- that’s all.”

They fell into silence again, the stars in the sky not even settling Fred’s growing rage over how stupid he’d been to hide how he truly felt.

“Either way, you should tell her.” Hermione said, standing up and brushing off her legs before giving him a sympathetic smile and heading back inside.

The twins headed back outside, getting ready to leave, when y/n called over to them with a giggle. Bill’s hands were wrapped around her waist, begging her to stay as she cutely tried to get away.

“I’ll just be a moment you guys!” George nodding, waving bye to his brother and heading back into the field to give them a bit of privacy. Fred followed, with no other choice. He could still see their figures through the tall grass, holding one another like they were already lovers. When Bill’s head dipped down he just turned away, seeing George watching him with squinted eyes.

“What are you doing freddie?” He asked him.

“Nothing, jus- nothing.” He grumbled, kicking up the ground beneath his feet as they waited patiently.

When the girl finally bounded over, full of giddy excitement, he wanted to be far away from her. He swore he could feel Bill’s presence all over her, just by the way she took his hand to apparate back to the loft.

The whole time that she spoke his head was in a daze, as if he felt there was no use in listening to anyone anymore. No matter how much advice he was given, or however nice he was to her. If she didn’t want him, then there was nothing he could do.

“Goodnight freddie!” She called, when he silently left the other two in the dark shop and climbed up to the loft. He didn’t say anything back, in truth he didn’t take in that she had spoken to him and then by the time he had done so, he didn’t trust his voice to not crack under pressure.

“Is he angry?” The girl turned to George, who was just as confused about his twin’s odd behaviour.

“No, sweet, he’s probably just tired.” He whispered, giving her a reassuring hug. “So, when’s Bill taking you out?”

“Tuesday night.” “Oh. How romantic.” The man scoffed, which earned him a light slap on the arm.

“Stop it you, he said he didn’t want to wait until next weekend- I think it’s sweet.”

“You would missy- you’re in love!” He teased.

“I wouldn’t call it love… yet.” She grinned.

“Go on you, get to bed.” He chuckled, giving her yet another hug and letting her skip off to her room which was covered in fairy lights.

George wasn’t even going to bother talking to Fred that night. Whatever was up with him, he could take a wild guess on and probably hit the jackpot. But that meant he was upset, beyond compare, and most likely needed some time alone. So George gave him that time and just went up to bed himself. Hoping that things would look up in the days to come.

Little did he know that, when it came to love, Fred held grudges.

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years ago

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Perhaps a scene of Fred x reader sending off their child/children at platform 9 and 3/4

Maybe while seeing things that remind them of their Hogwarts time? (E.g first day, big prank, tearful summer holiday goodbye, etc.)

Thanks!

You grabbed the bags and put them in the car. "Excited Orion?" You asked your son. "Totally! I can't wait to see Rose and Freddie!" He said practically bouncing as he spoke. You smiled and Fred chuckled. "Reminds me of how I used to be before coming to school." Fred said. You smirked. "You? Excited for school?" You teased. "I was more excited to see a certain girl at school than actually going to school." He said making you smile. Orion gagged in response. "Ew. Dad. I'm still here." He said making you laugh. "Alright you two, in the car." You said. You drove and it reminded you of the car rides you used to have.

"Dad... Do you think I'll fit in?" You asked your father who used to go to Hogwarts. "Absolutely. Hogwarts has a place for everyone sweetheart." He told you. You smiled and looked out the windows. You were so small the world seemed like it was fit for giants. Fred was the opposite though. He was excited his first year to go to school, after all he was going with his best friend and brother. He was so ready for this. Yes. The world right now seemed huge compared to him and his brother. But damn it, that's a world to be explored.

"And do try to avoid trouble, God knows your dad got into enough while were there." You said as you wheeled his suitcase to the platform. "If I recall this correctly-- which I know I am-- you were just as bad." Fred said with a smile. You rolled your eyes and Orion snickered. "I won't... Ish." "Orion." "I won't..." He was clearly lying. You sighed and you all ran through the wall. The steam hit you and you coughed a couple of times. Time seemed to rewind as you stared at your surroundings.

"What do I do once I'm on the train papa?" You asked. "you try to make friends. Don't worry doll, you'll be just fine." He assured you. His confidence seemed to make you brave as you walked over to the door, waiting for it to open. A boy stood next to you and you looked over at the brown eyes that met yours. "Hi." You said. "I'm Fred." He introduced. "And I'm George." Someone said on the other side of you making you jump. Fred smiled and you looked at the two of them. "Twins... Fascinating. My mum's a twin." You said. "Identical?" Both of them asked in unison. "Yep. Makes it difficult but I can always tell who's who." You said in "a matter of fact" tone. Fred smirked. "Wanna sit with us?" He asked. "Sure." You nodded. "We'll warn you in advance. We do pranks." George said. "So do I. In factttt--" "Y/N! DID YOU JUST PUT AN EXPLODING INK PEN IN MY BAG!?" The train doors opened and you booked it onto the train. Fred and George exchanged a look. "Brilliant! How'd you do it?" George asked. "You have to mess with the ink a little but it's not hard to do. Come on, we'll find a cart and I'll show you" you said with a smile. The boys followed you and you sat with them

Fred dusted off Orion's shirt and roughed up his hair a little. "I'll miss you kid." He said. Orion hugged Fred. "I'll miss you too Dad." He said. Orion pulled away and hugged you too. "Orion!" Rose called, waving to her cousin. You smiled at Ron and Hermione who were waving and walking over. "Hey guys!" You greeted, hugging your brother in law. Hermione hugged you soon after and you watched your kids talk before another boy ran over. "He's here." Fred said with a chuckle. "Damn right I am." A voice said behind you. You all turned around to see George and Angelina. George put an arm around you and Fred looking at the group of kids. "Just like we were hmm?" He asked.

"promise you'll write to us over the summer?" Fred asked you. You smiled and nodded. "I'll miss you guys." You said, hugging both of the boys. They hugged back and you turned to your father who made his way to the platform. You sighed and turned, grabbing your bags. Leaving was always the disappointing part about it all. Your adventures would have to come to a halt, stopping for a few months before you could continue the stories you and the boys made.

You smiled looking at them. "Yeah... Yeah they are." You said with a smile. Another boy with brown hair ran over and your eyes lit up as you turned around. "Ginny!" You squealed seeing your other sister in law. She hugged you and Hermione. "I've missed you all so much. Seriously. I know we meet up every week but Christ... I'm so glad our kids are going off this year." She said, eye twitching slightly. The familiar blue haired boy raced past you and Harry hugged the familiar figure. "Remus is here!" You smiled as he walked over. Tonks hugged you and the girls. "Neville should be showing up soon. All of us must get lunch or something together, we need to talk more." Remus said. You nodded in agreement. Fred smiled looking at the train and then Remus. "what?" You asked. "Remember when he was our professor?" He asked. You chuckled. "God, now he comes over every Christmas... We're old." You whined making Fred laugh. "Our kids are beginning to make us feel that way." Ginny chuckled, holding Lily close to her. "Thinking of having any more?" Harry asked you and Fred. Your eye seemed to twitch. "After raising him with this demon as his father, you really think I can handle more!?" You asked making the group laugh. Draco soon walked through and you waved. Draco rolled his eyes with a laugh as Scorpius beelined to Rose. He walked over. "Potter." He said in a mocking tone. "Malfoy." Harry used the same tone before the boys shared a small hug. "Think Albus will be a seeker this year like his old man?" George asked Harry. "God I hope not." Ginny whined. "Wha-- what's wrong with quidditch?!" Harry asked. "Do you not remember the injuries that came with it!?"

You raced to the medical wing with George. "Madame Pomfrey is he okay!?" You asked frantically, grass across your face along with dirt. "Yes Princess I'm fine." Fred sighed, leaning off the bed. "It was a stray quaffle it's not like I'm you who took a dive bomb for the snitch." Fred said, brushing off some of the dirt on your cheek with his thumb. You blushed at the boy and George flicked his brother upside the head. "Ow!" Fred winced. "Be more careful moron you nearly gave Y/n and I a heart attack." George said. "Aww were you worried?" Fred teased his brother. "Oh piss off." George sighed making you laugh. You sat on the edge of the bed and Fred smiled at you. "What?" You asked. "Thanks for worrying Y/n..." He said. "That's what friends do right?" You said looking away.

"remember when Fred took a stray quaffle to the head!?" Ginny reminded. Everyone winced in remembrance. "Yeaaahhh probably not the best plan" a voice said making you all turn. "Neville! Look at you, looking all... Professional!" George said making you laugh. "Why thank you George." Neville said tipping a fake hat to the man making you laugh. "first year of teaching and you're dealing with our kids... Good luck." Fred said. "I'm probably going to need it for Fred and Orion." Neville said already looking exhausted by the thought. "Wait till they're old enough and they have to take that stupid dance class... Then you'll really hate them." Angelina said making you all laugh

"Fred I swear to God if you whisper in my ear again I'm going to punch you in the balls." You grumbled. "Why, does it make you flustered?" He asked with that smirk that he knew drove you crazy. "...Shut up." You grumbled. He smiled and swayed to the beat of the tune. "You know Y/n... I was thinking--" "You can think?" You asked. "Shh. I was thinking that you and I could go to the Yule ball together." He suggested. You blushed. "As what exactly Weasley?" You asked. He pulled you closer to his face. "Oh you know Princess." He said in your ear. "OKAY OKAY FINE!" you said moving back. "Hmm?" He asked, people staring now. "YOU WIN. I LIKE YOU YOU FUCKING MORON." you snapped. He chuckled and moved towards you. "I know. Now can we fix that situation and let me date you or are we going to pretend nothing's there?" He asked. You sighed and he smiled. "I like you too Y/n, is that what you wanted to hear?" He asker. "Maybe." You grumbled. He shook his head with a laugh and put his fingers on your chin, kissing you.

"I mean... The class wasn't... So bad." You coughed out making them all giggle like school girls. "You're just saying that because that's when Fred FINALLY asked you out." Hermione said making you smile. "other than that it was hell." Ron griped. "Says the one who danced with Mcgonagall." Fred snickered making Harry snort. "Shut up." He grumbled making you laugh. "We were talking about lunch, wanna all go get something?" Ginny asked. Luna tapped your shoulder and you squealed. "WE HAVE ANOTHER!" you said excitedly ask you hugged her. "Hi Neville!" She waved. He smiled and hugged her and she rose a brow. "What did you mean by we have another?" She asked. "Lunch. You in?" Harry asked. "Definitely!" She nodded. The group all began to wave to their children as they got on the train and you waved to Orion. He smiled waving to Fred and you before Scorpius drug him off. "I should go." Neville waved. "Bye Neville!" The group said in unison before Sirius sprinted.

"RUN JAMES YOU'RE GOING TO MISS THE DAMN TRAIN!" He yelled. His son sprinted on board and you all wheezed as the older wizard walked over with a blonde woman. "Hi Marlene." You wheezed out. "Hi dear!" She said as Sirius was out of breath. "So Y/n, how's the kid?" Sirius finally asked. "Yeah, enough about that, lunch, you guys in?" You asked. "Can't me, Remus, Lily and James are going to lunch later." He said. "And you were telling me when?" Tonks asked. "This is the first I've heard of this?" Remus said confused. "First I want a hug from my Godson." Sirius pointed. Harry walked over and hugged him before seeing the train start to move. "BYE MUM!" Orion shouted. "NEVILLE KEEP HIM OUT OF TROUBLE PLEASE!" you yelled. "I LOVE YOU! DAD!" Orion shouted. "LOVE YOU TOO KID!" Fred yelled back. "WHO WANTS TO SEE BABY PICTURES!?" Fred yelled. "DON'T YOU DARE!" Orion screamed making everyone laugh. You all walked towards the exit as the train disappeared and you turned around one final time.

"Fred wait up!" You whined as you followed him. "It is not my fault that you have small legs!" He said. "It's not my fault I stopped growing when I was in my fifth year asshat!" You grumbled as Fred wrapped his arm around you. George greeted Angelina with a kiss and you smiled. Fred lifted you onto his back and you screamed. "Fred! What the hell are you doing!?" You asked. "You're moving too slow, this is just easier!" He said before walking. "we're going to miss the train if you idiots don't hurry!" George said as you jumped back down. You all ran down the platform.

You smiled and Fred turned back to you. "Whatcha doin'?" He asked. "Just remembering some things." You said with a smile. "Good things I hope." He said. "Always Fred." You smiled. He kissed your forehead and walked hand in hand with you through the wall, catching up with the group, leaving the history of your story within the hidden walls.

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Give It All For You, Part 1 (Brian May x Fem!reader)

Word Count: 10.45k

Warnings: Strong language (I’m British, it’s to be expected), slight innuendos???, possible historical inaccuracy, ANGST.

Description: You have loved Brian May since the first time you met him. Trouble is, he’s nearly impossible to tie down, and you’ve become cemented in the role of the best friend.

A/N: Okay so I’ve been working on this little mini-series for months. Literally too long. It’s still not even done, BUT I wanted to get the first part out at leAST. Uni and life have made finding creative inspiration a major struggle as of late. I think there will probably be around 3 parts to this?? I’m not quite sure yet, it could be a couple more if I find the motivation. BUT ANYWAY I really hope you enjoy it even though it’s angsty and I can’t write ajdgsdbskjbkdhgs.

Spring, 1977

“C’mon,” you slur, your red dress shimmering in the dim lights of the local pub, “dance with me.”

The bass is heavy in your chest and you feel alcohol coursing through your veins, but you’re only intoxicated by the man in front of you. His eyes glimmer like stars, hooded, sizing you up before shaking his head with a laugh.

“You’re drunk.”

“So are you.” you push yourself further into him in an attempt to push him onto the dancefloor, but more of a reason for you to get closer to him, to feel him.

“But you’re plastered.”

You roll your eyes, “Isn’t that the whole point?”

He rolls his eyes right back, wrapping his arm around your waist to steady you, “Fine, one dance.”

His hazel eyes are hooded, focussed solely on you, and you bask in his gaze. His hands on your body send electric shocks over your skin, and you tell yourself over and over that he doesn’t feel the same; he is only your good friend. That’s all you will ever be to him.

“Is that how you ask a lady to dance?” you tease, cocking a brow.

“You asked me!” Brian laughs, amused, “Alright, m’lady, may I have this dance?”

He holds his hand out to you, dipping his head like a gentleman, and you take a moment to take a mental snapshot before accepting his hand, tugging him into the centre of the pub to dance.

So you both danced, and for that night, just for that night with his hands on your hips, you could almost pretend that he was yours. And as he stared into your eyes, you let yourself fall into that false sense of security of imagined love.

But let’s start from the beginning, from the moment you met on a cold winter’s night in 1972...

“Christ, it’s cold as a witch’s tit in here,”

Your best friend, Freddie, shivers as he hops up and down to warm himself up, scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and jaw,

“Why did you want to open up the stall today, of all days? Even that old git Brutus has closed up shop.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, shuffling the secondhand clothes on their hangers, “I need the money, that’s why. I’m about to be homeless if I can’t pay my rent.”

Freddie hums, kicking a stray pebble on the floor, “You know, my friend has a spare room in his flat he’s trying to fill. He needs some extra money too. I’m sure he’d offer you the room for cheap.”

“Which friend?”

“His name is Brian, Brian May.”

“Ah,” you wave your hand in recognition, remembering his name being brought up a few times, “the guitarist one, yeah?”

“That’d be the one! I think you’d like him, actually-”

“Like who?” your other friend and coworker, this one much more blonde, chimes in as he strides into the small stall, very much late. Roger.

“Brian.” Freddie answers.

“Oh yeah, she’d definitely like him.”

You shoot them both a look, “And what makes you say that?”

Roger holds up a fringed kimono up to himself in the mirror, “He’s quiet, reads a lot, likes the stars; basically a total nerd. You’d love him.”

“And he always wears matching socks. It’s bizarre, he literally has a thing about matching socks.” Freddie adds.

You chuckle, “And when will I get to meet this nerd?”

“Well, tonight. We have a gig.”

“Hm,” you pretend to think, “I’ll have to clear a few things from my schedule…”

Roger nudges you with his shoulder, knocking you slightly off balance,

“Alright, alright! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Later that evening you meet your friends at the pub where they're playing for the night. It’s a dingy dive that you never would usually go, but you’d do anything to support your friends on their journey to success.

You’re dressed up all pretty in your flares and platforms, leaning up against the bar as you wait for Queen’s set to begin. Though the weather outside is freezing, the inside of a pub is always hot, air thick with the scent of ale and sweat, but the moment Queen steps on stage, it’s easy to forget your surroundings. You’d heard Freddie sing, and you’d certainly heard Roger crash about on his drums, but you’d never seen them like this.

They were magnetic. You were all absorbed. Freddie’s outfit caught the light each time he flounced across the stage, but his voice was what captured everyones attention. He was full of passion and power; he owned the audience, he could control everyone with one simple snap of his fingers.

Roger was his usual self, exuding sex-appeal and confidence. Girls fawned over his long blonde locks and plushy lips. The thing about Roger was that he was the total package of beauty and intelligence, that is if you could tie him down.

You’d never met the bassist, John, you think his name was, but he managed to capture your attention in the most unsuspecting way. He was all shyness and modesty, but not radiating an ounce of hesitancy. You can tell, even at first glance, that he would be the perfect fit for Queen. He would bring balance.

That leaves one final member, the oh-so nerdy space loving boy who Freddie and Roger believe you would adore. But he doesn’t look so nerdy when you see him. He’s pure mystery, almost as though he’s surrounded by a navy blue mist, an aura- or something ethereal. He’s breathtaking, is all you can think. Long legs adorned in velvet, dark curls fall in front of his eyes as he looks down at his guitar. He’s focussed, bottom lip jutting out in concentration, but he takes a moment to glance up. That’s when you know you’re done for. He scans the pub, small enough to make out everyone’s face, and his eyes land on yours. It’s fleeting, but you can swear they linger. Maybe that’s just what you want to tell yourself. Suddenly you want to feel his eyes on you all the time. You want to be in his daydreams, in his thoughts, you want to be his muse.

You float through the rest of their set, eyes glued to Brian as he plays expertly. You sway to each song, ignoring your surroundings and focussing solely on the music, and when it’s over, you cheer as loudly as you can.

“I want to have your children, Roger!” you scream, bursting into a fit of giggles as the blonde scans over the room to see the source of the scream, and upon seeing you, chucks up his middle finger with a laugh.

You make your way to the small stage, well, it’s more of a two feet high platform, and open your arms up widely to Freddie.

“You,” you tackle him into a hug, “were fucking incredible! You’ve been hiding this side of yourself from me for how long?”

He blushes, returning to the Freddie you know, “You must have brought it out of me, love,” he turns to the rest of the band, “Y/N, this is John Deacon, isn’t he lovely?”

Freddie gestures to the bassist as he smiles shyly, offering you a wave and a small, “Hello.”

“You were amazing out there, seriously!” you compliment him, and he blushes, though his smile widens.

“Now, darling, this is Brian May!”

Upon hearing his name, Brian looks up from where he is putting away his guitar, standing up straight and brushing his hands off against his trousers.

“Brian, this is Y/N, she hangs around Roger and I sometimes.” Freddie shoots you a playful wink as you roll your eyes.

“Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” you reach a hand out to shake, which you so usually wouldn’t do, and it sends embarrassment right through you. But to your luck, he takes his hand in yours with no hesitation.

“Likewise,” he smiles, still shaking your hand, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Oh God.

“All good things I hope?” you realise you’re still holding his hand and let go, letting your hand sit awkwardly at your side.

Jesus, you’re so nervous.

“Mostly.” He winks, and it sends you reeling. His eyes are dangerous, and they travel up and down your figure in a way that sets you alight.

It goes quiet as you stare at each other, Freddie glancing between you two with his eyebrows raised. Though he says nothing about it. Instead, he claps his hands,

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I need a drink!”

1977

The next morning, you suffer through your pounding headache, wanting to just wallow in your loneliness.

Of course, Brian went home with someone else last night, sneaking away through the back door to avoid flashing cameras and prying eyes, leaving you to call yourself a taxi back home, where you cried for an hour before passing out.

It’s not the first time he’s done this, but it still makes you feel pathetic every time.

There’s a knock on your door, and you heave yourself out of bed despite the spinning in your head and the nausea churning in your stomach. Whoever is at the door will just have to deal with your dishevelled appearance.

“Y/N? Jesus, you look like hell.”

Alas, the infamous Roger Taylor stands on your doorstep, mouth agape at your messy hair and leftover smudged makeup.

“I’ll slam this fucking door in your face, Taylor.”

“Hostile,” he laughs, hands up in mock surrender, “I’ve just come to pick you up for lunch, or have you forgotten?”

Feeling like a total ass, you smack your hand to your forehead, “Shit, Rog, I’m so sorry. Come in.”

He follows you into your flat, eyes scanning over the slight mess. He turns to you, concerned; you’re not usually one to let your flat get so messy.

“We don’t have to go, Y/N, we can reschedule, it’s not a problem.”

You scrunch up your face, searching the kitchen for a glass of water and ibuprofen,

“No, no, I want to go, you’ll just have to bear with me.”

“Long night?” He teases, leaning his elbows on the kitchen counter to stare at you.

Shooting him a glare, you slide passed him and into your bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Roger follows you, leaning against the doorframe.

“You know, I think you owe me an explanation as to why you forgot about our lunch date, and threatened me.”

Clicking your tongue, you turn to him, “I went to a pub with Brian last night, got plastered, now I’m hungover. Simple as that.”

He raises his eyebrows, almost knowingly, but doesn’t say anything.

“No need to be so sassy with me, I'm only asking.”

You sigh, “I know, I’m sorry,” he smiles, “now get out, I have to piss.”

You slam the door and hear him laugh from the other side, “What a lady!”

“Bugger off!”

Finally feeling human again after cleaning up and getting dressed, you slide a massive pair of dark sunglasses on the bridge of your nose and head out to where Roger parked his car.

“Ready, princess?”

You shoot him a sickly sweet smile, “You act as if being called princess bothers me.”

Roger laughs, starting the engine and getting into gear, “You got me there.”

The drive to your local favourite cafe is short, a totally walkable distance if you didn’t feel like death warmed up. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence until pulling into a parking space, when Roger turns to look at you once again. Your head is pressed against the window, eyes closed beneath your sunglasses, lips slightly parted as you take careful breaths to avoid nausea.

“Christ, love, you really do look like shit,” he chuckles softly, a hint of concern laced in his insult, “Are you sure you’re alright?”

With one look at him, tears well up in your eyes against your will, threatening to spill over onto your cheeks. Roger’s eyes widen, and in an instant, you’re pulled into his arms over the console as you begin to cry. He shushes you softly, one hand running up and down your back,

“Shh, it’s alright. It’s going to be alright,” you’re thankful for having such a good friend like Roger, especially when he puts up with your hungover mood swings. However, you must look like an absolute trainwreck with your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, “Let’s go inside and get some food and a cup of tea down you, yeah? Then if you like, you can tell me what’s troubling you.”

You nod, sniffling and wiping away your tears on the back of your hand. Roger jumps out of the car and rushes to the passenger side, where like an angel, he walks you into the cafe with a hand on your back.

You attract a few disparaging stares when you both sit down at a table, a small chuckle slipping past your lips. Roger, now across from you, looks puzzled, “What’re you laughing about, hey?”

“Everyone’s staring.”

He scans the room indiscreetly, a smile taking over his features, “God, they are, aren’t they? Haven’t they ever seen a hungover girl crying before?”

You scoff, “Bugger off, they’re obviously staring at your trainers.”

He gasps, looking underneath the table to examine his sparkly pink converse, “What have you got against my trainers?”

“Me? Nothing. But a bunch of elederly ladies out for lunch might. I’m sure they think your hair is a disgrace too. You should cut your hair like McCartney had it at the start of The Beatles.”

Roger scoffs, pulling out a cigarette, “Yeah right. Been there, done that.”

As Roger lights up a smoke, you look at the menu set out in front of you, deciding on something that won’t aggravate your fragile stomach. Then you proceed to give Roger puppy dog eyes until you persuade him to be the one to go up and order it.

When he’s gone, you take a moment to think over what you and Roger must really look like to some people. Roger, all bleach blonde hair, brightly coloured clothing and a smirk that could make even a nun go mad. And you, puffy eyed, sunglasses indoors, in an oversized button-up shirt that you’d definitely stolen from one of the boys at some point. You both probably were the most exciting things that some of these people had seen in awhile. Something new to gossip about.

A glass of water is set in front of you by the one and only roger, while he sips tenderly at a cup of sweet coffee, “Drink.” he commands.

“But I ordered coffee,” you pout like a child, “You’re kicking me when I’m down here, Rog.”

He rolls his eyes, “Coffee doesn’t help hangovers, love. Drink up.”

You frown but nonetheless begin sipping in silence, tapping your nails against the table as Roger stares at you, “What?”

“Just wondering if you’re going to tell me what got you so upset earlier?”

You let out a sigh, long and weary, fiddling with an opened sugar packet, “Would you believe me if I said that it was just hormones?”

“Not in the slightest.”

You let out a short laugh through your nose, “I just let myself get heartbroken again, that’s all.”

Roger pretends to choke on his coffee, spluttering dramatically and ignoring all the stares that he attracted, “Someone managed to break Y/N’s cold, dead, heart?”

“If you were quiet for a moment you’d notice I’m not laughing.” You roll your eyes at him.

Noticing your demeanour, he quiets down and leans in close to you, “I’m sorry, it’s just that you never let yourself get to the point of being able to be heartbroken,” he puts out his cigarette in the ashtray, “you know, you told me about a year ago that love doesn’t exist, and dating is just a trial period until you decide that maybe you can put up with that person for the rest of your life.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You did, word for word.”

You stay silent, but your top lip twitches into a smile- it does sound like something you’d say.

“Anyway,” Roger continues, “who broke your heart? I’ll rough 'em up a bit.”

“Surely you couldn’t rough up a member of your own band.” You speak under your breath, arms crossed, but Roger hears you.

“I knew it!” He shouts, and you kick him underneath the table, “sorry,” he blushes, “I just knew it. I had a feeling you were in love with Brian.”

Your eyes widen, “I’m not in love with him!”

Roger smirks, “So it is Brian, then?”

Your jaw drops at his trick, “You bloody asshole.”

He sits back in his chair with a smug grin on his face, coffee cup in hand, “So, tell me about it.”

You scoff, “You’re such a dick sometimes, you know that?”

“You love me all the same.”

You roll your eyes for the thousandth time, as you always seem to do around Roger. You stare at him, arms crossed in silent defiance and attempt to communicate with your eyes ‘I’m not going to tell you because you were a dick.’

He sighs, uncrossing his arms to place his elbows on the table, “Come on, I’m sorry! Please tell me what happened?”

A server comes over with your breakfast, allowing you to torture Roger for a few moments more as you chew a bite slowly. After you swallow, you finally sigh, “Fine. Ask me what you want to know.”

Roger’s eyes light up, “How long have you loved-” he stops when you gives him the eye, “liked, him?”

“Almost five years.”

“Bloody hell, Y/N.”

“I know! I know. It’s not good. Trust me I’ve tried to get over it.”

“And you’ve never told him how you feel?”

You scoff, “Of course not, that’s suicide.”

“Why?”

You put down your fork, finishing your mouthful of food, “You act like you haven’t seen the way Brian is,”

Roger stays silent, waiting for you to continue, “He’s so…elusive. His shyness and sensitivity make him a real fucking magnet if you haven’t noticed. And he has this thing where he needs to constantly be pining after someone, and it’s just never been me.”

You take a deep breath as your eyes focus on the rim of your glass, “He’s just not interested in me as more than his best friend, and I think that’s okay.”

“Why do you think that’s okay?” Roger asks softly.

“Because if I don’t accept that, then I won’t have Brian in my life at all. And that’s worse than the heartache.”

Roger is silent, looking at you with sad eyes, but they don’t hold an ounce of pity. That’s something you love about him, he never pities you for feeling any sort of way, he’s just there to listen.

“Well fuck, I can see why you got plastered last night.”

You laugh, thankful for him shifting the mood to something more lighthearted.

After lunch, Roger drops you off back at your flat, but not without a comforting pat on the top of your head and a promise to go for a drink soon.

You smile to yourself as you fish your key out from your bag, twisting the lock and stepping inside.

“Y/N.”

You squeal, whipping around to see a lean figure standing up from your sofa, “Bloody fuck- Brian, what are you doing here?”

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, partly from being scared half to death, partly because Brian looks so good in a hoodie. He doesn’t often wear cosy clothes anymore since Queen gained more fame. Seeing him looking all soft in a navy blue hoodie makes your heart flutter. It reminds you of the times when you had first met. The both of you snuggled up underneath layers of blankets in his dingy flat when the heating broke (which was often), drinking copious amounts of tea and emptying his kitchen of all his food.

“You gave me a key.” He scratches the back of his neck. Yeah, he knows he’s guilty.

“I would have appreciated it if you’d rung me first.”

Annoyance settles in as you remember last night, when he ditched you at the pub and left you to get a taxi home. If anything, he owes you the fare.

“I did, you didn’t pick up and I got worried.”

“I was out.”

“I can see that now.”

The room falls silent, Brian rocking back and forth on his heels. You cross your arms, waiting for him to speak. To explain himself.

“Listen, I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have left you like that last night. I was drunk-”

“So was I.”

“I’m-” he stops, sighing, “I’m really, really sorry. I’m a total prick…” he fades off as if he’s lost in thought, bottom lip pulled between his teeth and eyes worried. He looks genuinely troubled, as if he is really upset that he ended up ditching you.

Against your better judgment, you sigh and uncross your arms, voice softening up, “Look, just don’t do it again, okay? It puts me in a really bad spot.”

His eyes brighten at your acceptance, rushing over to give you a hug. You stand stiff as a board when his arms wrap around you, head nestled against your neck. Your pulse races, but you know better than to view this in any other way than just a friendly hug. You wrap your arms around him anyway, closing your eyes and just for a moment, pretending it is otherwise.

“I want to make it up to you,” his voice is muffled against your shoulder, but he doesn’t dare let go, “I packed us a picnic, let’s go to the park. You can feed the ducks.”

You pause, eyes opening and closing as you take breaths. You battle against yourself. Could you manage doing such an activity with Brian? One that feels like a date? Of course you can. Don’t be silly. He’s your best friend, how could you be casting his feelings to the side because of your own?

“Can I feed the pigeons too?”

He laughs, gripping your frame tighter, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Then you’re back in his car, a newer one, different from the cheap beat up one he had when you had first met. But still, it’s familiar, the scent of him mixed with leather. A basket and a blanket sits in his backseat, bringing a small smile to your face. This is the side of Brian you cherish the most. The side of him that cares so deeply for his friends. You’re not even sure if you could call it a ‘side’ of him. It’s just the way he is. He doesn’t ever intend to hurt or upset you. Suddenly, you feel guilty for being upset with him. He doesn’t owe you anything, he has every right to go home with other women.

“So, where did you go earlier?” Brian asks, one hand on the wheel as he glances over at you and then back at the road.

“I went out for lunch with Roger,” you smile at his side profile, the way his hair moves against the breeze through his open window, the way his nose hooks ever so slightly, “he nursed my hangover.”

Brian’s lips seem to flick into a frown, but shift back into a smile before you could really register it, “Seems as though I’ve been replaced.”

You roll your eyes, “No one nurses my hangovers as well as you do, Bri, don’t worry.”

You giggle fondly at the memories of the both of you nursing each other through your hangovers, Brian always better at dealing with them than you were. He’d be up bright and early, pop two ibuprofen, down a cup of coffee and be well on his way to recovery. Whereas you’d sleep until noon and be unbelievably moody until eventually someone forced you to do something with your day.

Brain somehow always knew how to pull you out of those moods, though, whether it be bringing you a plate of pancakes and cracking stupid jokes until eventually you had no choice but to laugh, or by sitting with you in silence and pushing a glass of water and painkillers in your direction. He just always seemed to know exactly what you needed in the moment.

“I’d hope not,” he tuts, “otherwise I’d have to find another hobby, and I quite like taking care of you.”

Your breath catches, skin burning, but you play it off with a scoff, “You make me sound like a child.”

He laughs, a bellowing laugh that you always love to hear, “A child? Certainly not. Children swear a hell of a lot less.”

“Fuck off!” you swat his shoulder lightly but can’t help your grin. It feels good to fall back into the rhythm of normalcy with Brian.

The sun is high when you reach the park, the sky a bright blue except for a few sparse clouds. The two of you walk silently to the pond, laying out the blanket on a soft patch of grass.

“I know you already ate,” Brian says as he sits down on the blanket, “but I bought a packet of custard creams because I know you like them.”

The small gesture makes you embarrassingly happy, grinning at him as he passes you the packet, “You can never be too full for biscuits, you know that.”

“Very true,” he smiles at you almost in adoration, you think, “I also got a bag of bird seed because people still feed the ducks bloody bread.”

You hum as you bite into a custard cream, staring into space as you get lost in thought. Spring weather in London is one of your favourites, when the sun shines just enough to warm your skin, but you still have to cosy up a bit. And today, it’s the perfect temperature for a picnic.

“Hey, so I was thinking,” Brian begins, opening up a sandwich for himself and taking a bite, “Since the band doesn’t have to start recording again for a bit, we should all go on a road trip somewhere.”

You look over at him, eyebrows raised, “Where were you thinking?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, “Wales maybe? I just thought a change of scenery might help us all write new songs.”

Nodding your head slowly, your lips twitch up into a smile, “I’d love that. Have you mentioned it to the boys yet?”

“Briefly, and they seemed to like the idea, but no plans have been made.”

You hum, “Well, let’s set the date and they’ll just have to clear their schedules.”

Brian laughs, “Alright, next thursday. We can stay until Monday.”

“Perfect.”

The two of you chat for a while longer, before packing up the basket and walking alongside the pond, throwing bird seed for the ducks and laughing as they all fight for the same pieces.

It feels so idyllic, walking through the park with Brian. It seems to be all couples here today, holding hands or staring at each other with looks of adoration on their faces. It almost makes you feel queasy. Perhaps it’s just eating those custard creams right after eating lunch with Roger. Either way, your stomach twists and leaps with too many indescribable feelings. You wish it would stop.

Brian tips the last bits of bird food out of it’s bag, before scrunching it up and putting it in his pocket. You both watch as the birds eat the remaining seed, before looking up at you for more. Once they realise there’s nothing else for them, they drift gracefully away, to the opposite side of the pond where someone else may feed them some more.

Then you continue your stroll, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your faces and the crisp air in your lungs.

But then Brian looks down at his watch, swearing underneath his breath and turning to face you, “Y/N, I’m so sorry but I’m going to have to cut this short.”

Your eyebrows furrow into a frown, “Is everything alright?”

You both begin to walk in the direction of his car, “Everything’s fine, I just forgot I have to meet someone in an hour.”

Your stomach drops. Brian never usually says ‘someone’. His friends are your friends and you’d always refer to them by name. ‘Someone’ means someone you’ve never met, and almost always it means a girl.

“Oh, okay,” you try to hide the disappointment in your voice, “that’s totally fine!” you force a wide smile.

He grins back at you as you both get into his car, “I’ll make it up to you, love.”

You return his smile, but deep down you know. He said that earlier, too.

Soon you’re back at your flat, waving goodbye to Brian from your doorstep and letting your smile drop into a frown as he drives away.

The clock reads 4 o’clock when you reach your bedroom, sighing deeply as you get changed into comfier clothes and slump down on your sofa with a cup of tea.

God, it’s so tiring.

The sun is still high outside, your favourite aspect of spring and summertime, the longer days, but tonight you almost wish it was late so that you could fall asleep and not have to think about Brian.

But alas, he swirls around your brain as you stir your tea, looking down into the cup as it whirlpools. You wonder if Brian could be seeing the girl he went home with last night, or someone else. You don’t want to wonder, you’re not even sure if you actually want to know who it is. It would push you into the deep darkness of insecurity, and you’d compare every aspect of yourself to whomever it is.

So instead, you flick the telly on and melt mindlessly into the arms of whatever is on, not even really focussing on it.

Monday morning, you’re at work again, typing up documents all day as you’d usually be doing. The monotony could kill you, and your fingers hurt from the stiff keys of the typewriter. It’s times like these where you feel envious of your best friends’ profession- for the boys of Queen, monotony is never an issue. They can complain about recording studios all they want, but they would never dare to wish for your job, and they know that.

You asked your boss early if you could get Thursday to Monday off, and by some sheer miracle he had agreed, but not without massaging your shoulders in a way that made your skin crawl. It was one of the biggest downsides about working in an office amongst mostly men. While they spent their days barely working, and instead drinking the day away together while playing mini golf in their offices, you worked until your fingers went numb and the back of your neck felt like it was being jabbed with fifty needles. Yet they still believed they were entitled to touching you whenever they liked.

Either way, you had managed to get a few days off to go on a road trip with all of your best friends, and that’s what keeps you going throughout the week. You daydream about exploring castle ruins and walking along the beach with Brian, allowing yourself to dip your toes into the idea of a relationship. While you were confined within four blank office walls, the thought of Brian kept you sane.

He phoned you two days after your picnic, confirming that the boys had all agreed to a road trip and booked a hotel for Thursday afternoon. Things were all going smoothly, even as you packed your bag on Wednesday evening in preparation to set off early the next morning. You float happily around your flat, humming along to your records and planning out outfits for the trip. When you fall into bed that night, you can barely wait for dawn to break.

But as they always say, be careful what you wish for. Because when you step out onto your front steps on Thursday morning, bags in hand and a grin like the sun, you notice not one, but two cars. Brian’s and John’s. Your smile falters, you thought you were all squeezing into Brian’s car?

“Y/N!” Freddie exclaims when he sees you, rushing to help with your bags and put them in the boot of Brian’s car, “God, I’ve missed you, darling!”

You pull him into a tight embrace, “I’ve missed you too. You don’t have time for me anymore with all your wild parties.”

He scoffs, “If only you’d attend them, lovie, then we’d see each other more!”

You roll your eyes playfully and look around at the two cars. The driver’s seat of Brian’s car opens, a small but almost seemingly nervous smile on his face.

“Hey, Y/N,” he scratches the back of his neck, “how are you?”

You narrow your eyes, and you feel Freddie’s body language stiffen beside you as if he knows something you don’t.

“I’m alright?” You reply as a question, curious to why everyone seems so nervous.

“Good, good,” he nods, inhaling before saying, “You wouldn’t mind sitting in the back seat, would you? Natasha already took the passenger side.”

Your lips part slightly, realisation setting in. He brought a girl.

You turn to Freddie in silent shock, asking with your eyes what the hell is happening? He leans over to whisper quietly, “I offered to take your place and you sit with Rog and John, but Brian was adamant.”

You gulp, turning back to where Brian stands, “Sure, that’s fine.”

He grins, sitting back in the driver’s seat. You turn to Freddie, eyes like a deer in headlights. A five hour drive. With Brian and his possibly girlfriend. He pats your shoulder, giving you another hug before getting into John’s car.

You have no choice but to slip into the backseat, sighing into the leather. The radio is already on, all the windows down to let in the cool early morning air. You glance to the front of the car where a woman sits in the passenger side. You can see her face in the wing mirror, insecurity eating away at you already as you examine her. She’s gorgeous, with thick auburn curls that frame a sharply defined face. You can even see that her eyes are a taunting shade of emerald green.

Clearing your throat. You lean forward and hold your hand out, forcing a smile on your face, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

She turns to glance at you, but not before giving you a once over, sharp lips not so much as twitching into a smile. She takes your hand into a weak handshake, shaking once before letting go and letting her hand rest back into her lap.

“Natasha.” She says bluntly. You glance over to Brian as he drives, waiting for him to react in some sort of way at the way you’ve been greeted, but instead you’re met with his usual kind smile and eyes that gleam with blissful ignorance.

You sniff awkwardly, leaning back into your seat and getting comfortable against the window. You can see Natasha staring at you in the wing mirror, but you try your best to ignore it. It practically sears your skin, making you squirm in your seat. You hated feeling intimidated by people, absolutely despised it, but Natasha was everything you weren’t. She had Brian. And the passenger seat.

The radio fades into one of your favourite songs, one of Brian’s too, The Air That I Breathe by The Hollies. You’d often drive with the windows down, belting out the lyrics and laughing at who could sing the loudest. The memory brings a smile to your face.

“I love this song, can you turn it up-”

“God, I hate this song,” Natasha interrupts, “I didn’t even like it when it came out three years ago.”

Brian looks torn, eyes flickering to you in the rearview mirror. You challenge his gaze, narrowing your eyes ever so slightly to gauge his next move. Your stomach sinks as he drops your gaze in guilt, flicking to the next station.

The smug look on Natasha’s face just adds salt to your wound, her eyes like a snake’s, sly and dangerous. In that moment you decide that your best friend must be an absolute idiot. You also decide that you really, really don’t like Natasha.

Five hours does not go by in a flash, much to your dismay, and you’ve had to listen to Brian gush over Natasha for the majority of the ride. Even when you all stopped halfway to get snacks, Brian came to your side when Natasha went to the bathroom, nudging your shoulder with a dopey smile on his face.

“Isn’t she something?” He asks as you pull a few bags of crisps off of a shelf. You try your best to bite your tongue. After all, as long as Brian is happy, you’re happy.

“She’s definitely something.” You reciprocate his smile, albeit forced.

“I think you and her will be great friends.”

You refrain from rolling your eyes. Even if you wanted that, Natasha made it very clear that she did not want anything of the sort. How could Brian be so unaware of the dynamic that took place between you and her? Are men really that thick? You can barely believe it. For someone as intelligent as Brian, he’s being incredibly dense.

But regardless, you nod, “Totally.”

Natasha steps out of the bathroom and makes her way over to where the two of you stand, completely ignoring your presence, “Let’s go to the car.”

She grabs Brian’s arm, and before you can so much as complain, the food Brian had grabbed is dropped in your arms, leaving you alone to pay. Your eyes follow them as they leave, hand in hand as they laugh. They look good together, you can admit that. Two perfect people.

You sigh, turning to glance around the small petrol station shop, shaking your head to yourself and going to pay for yours and Brian’s snacks.

And then the remaining two hours or so blur by as you lean yourself against the window, blocking out the sound of Brian and Natasha’s conversations and simply watching the world pass you by. You try to think of the green grass, the blue morning sky, the yellow sunflower fields that you pass.

Brian’s hand rests on her thigh and he looks at her with something like a sparkle in his eyes. Suddenly you wish you stayed home. Maybe if you’d caught a cold or your boss didn’t give you time off this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe then you wouldn’t feel like your heart is being torn out of your chest. Maybe then you could have ignored the fact that Brian has got a new woman in his life.

Once you pull into the hotel car park behind the rest of Queen, you nearly jump out of the car, immediately taking your bags out of Brian’s car, “What’s the room situation?” you ask Roger when he steps out of John’s car.

“Don’t get too excited,” Roger winks playfully, “Nah, we have our own rooms, apart from them.” he nods towards Brian.

You lean in to give him a pathetic hug, leaning heavily on his shoulder as you quietly groan, “I don’t even have the energy to tell you to fuck off right now.”

He laughs, gripping your shoulders tightly, “You look like you need a drink. Or a nap.”

“Or both.” you retort.

Brian and Natasha walk up to where you stand, Natasha plastering a fake smile on her face as she greets Roger, “Roger, I didn’t realise that Y/N was your latest fling, how sweet.”

Roger tenses, as do you. Now she’s insulted both of you in one. But just as you’re about to speak your mind, Roger tightly wraps his arms around your shoulder, “Actually, Y/N’s my girl.”

You glance up at him in shock, lips parted and eyes wide. You turn back to Natasha, noticing that Brian is staring at you with a look of shock on his face, maybe betrayal? You’re not sure, but he looks angry. His fist clenches at his side absentmindedly.

And that makes you angry. Even if you were actually dating Roger, what does that have to do with him? So you decide to put a wide smile on your face, lifting your arms to hold Roger’s around your shoulders. You don’t speak, but your actions say it all. You giggle, melting into his embrace. It feels strange, but Roger and you are close enough to know that this is fine.

Freddie and John walk over, looks of confusion on their faces, but decide to stay out of it when they see the looks on Natasha and Brian’s faces.

“You’re seeing each other?” Brian asks incredulously, ignoring Natasha’s presence beside him.

“That’s right,” Roger replies before you can, “Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes,” Natasha laughs, “It is.”

Roger’s grip tightens around you. You recognise this side of him, the fierce protectiveness he feels over his friends. Roger has been known to get into fights if someone speaks badly about his friends. He simply won’t tolerate it.

His actions are strictly platonic, but he’s not going to let someone speak badly of you. Especially not Natasha, now that he knows about the way you feel about Brian.

“And why is that?” He grits his teeth, and you squeeze his arm gently to communicate that it’s okay. You don’t need his protection, you can manage.

“Well,” Natasha begins, and you glance at Brian’s expression. He stares directly at you, gaze unfaltering. He isn’t even hearing what is being said, “You usually tend to go for much more...visually appealing women.”

Ouch.

You’re not gonna lie, that hit you right in the ego. It’s not as if you had much confidence before anyway.

That’s when Brian breaks his stare to look at Natasha, a dumbfounded look on his face, “What-”

But Roger interrupts, anger prevalent in his tone, “I don’t think you’re one to gauge who’s visually appealing and who isn’t, Natalie.”

You hold back a giggle, albeit a hurt one, trying to hide your pain behind an unbothered smile. But you fear that your body betrays you as you tilt your head down, hands dropping from Roger’s arm to cross over your stomach.

Natasha opens her mouth to speak, but Freddie intercepts, “Alright! Okay, we should go find what rooms we are in and freshen up. I need a beauty nap.”

You’re thankful for Fred, giving him a discreet nod to which he responds with a wink. You take one last look at your supposed best friend, Brian, not a trace of sympathy for him on your face. How could he not defend his best friend of years from his girlfriend he’s probably only known for a couple weeks at most?

Baffled and dejected, your feet move mindlessly along with Roger as he steers the both of you into the hotel, muttering underneath his breath, “Dick.”

“Who?” you whisper.

“Brian.”

You say nothing. You know it’s true, but it hurts a hell of a lot when your own best friend doesn’t stick up for you.

Roger follows you into your hotel room when you reach it, watching as you flop into the soft white sheets with a long, weary sigh.

Roger sits at the end of your bed, “Natasha’s a right pain in the arse.”

You sit up, hair mussed and eyes tired, “I meant to ask, have you met her before?”

He nods with a wince, “Unfortunately. She’s like that all the time. It’s baffling that Brian hasn’t noticed it yet. The lad’s usually quite level-headed.”

You nod with a hum, staring out of the window behind him. You get most in thought momentarily, thinking about the way Brian was so truly oblivious to the way Natasha acted. He’s almost gotten into bust ups with men at bars who have disrespected you, but it seems to be okay when Natasha does it. Maybe love really is blind. The idea of them in love makes your guts churn.

“Anyway,” Roger starts, standing up, “You should take a nap. I’ll come to wake you up in a couple hours for dinner, alright?”

You smile, “Thanks, Rog. For everything.”

He shoots you a cheeky wink, “Anytime, love.”

So you gladly lay down in the cool white sheets once Roger is out the door, staring up at the ceiling until eventually you let your eyelids flutter closed.

Two hours later, you’re up, bathed, and dressed, fiddling with the hem of your midnight blue dress in the mirror.

Insecurity eats away at you each time your eyes scrutinise yet another perceived flaw. As much as you hate to admit it, Natasha’s words echo around in your mind. She’s right, you're not visually appealing. How could you be, when Brian won’t even look twice at you as more than a friend.

A knock sounds at your door, Roger’s voice coming soon after, “Are you ready, love?”

You snap out of your trance, pushing all the self-hatred aside to open the door. Plastering a wide smile on your face, you take his arm in yours.

He raises a brow.

“I’m not the one who told everyone we were dating,” you lightly pat his arm, “so hold tight, loverboy.”

You meet the group outside by the cars once again, John leaning up against the side of his car and Freddie perched gracefully on the bonnet. Brian and Natasha however, are nowhere to be seen. You frown and ask Freddie where they are.

“Not a clue, my dear. If they aren’t down in five minutes I’m leaving without them.”

As if on queue, the couple in question walk out of the revolving doors. Brian’s face is flushed, Natasha’s smug. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why they’re late.

You catch eyes with Brian and watch, hurt, as he looks away bashfully. Your chest pangs, just a bit, as you glance down at your dress for distraction.

Roger squeezes your arm comfortingly, “Do you want to ride with us?”

You shake your head, “Would it be bad if I said I wanted to keep an eye on them?”

He smiles, “Cheeky.”

You force a tight smile.

In all honesty, you aren’t quite sure if you’ll be fine, but when you take another look at Natasha’s smirk, you let your anger be the driving force that pushes you into the back seat of Brian’s car.

Luckily, they seem to behave themselves while you’re in the car. Well, Brian does. Natasha often tries to place her hand on his thigh, but he always pushes it off. You notice that something has changed since the drive earlier, a shift in Brian’s mood. He’s more bashful than ever, staying practically silent with his cheeks seemingly tinged pink permanently.

Eventually, Natasha gives up with a huff, crossing her arms and looking out the window as the radio hums a tune none of you are paying attention to. Brian is looking straight at the road, and you’re watching him as he clenches and unclenches his jaw. The sun is just beginning to set beside him, silhouetting his face like an eclipse. He’s so beautiful, even when you’re annoyed with him, and even when he looks annoyed himself.

He pulls into the car park, killing the engine and turning around to face you in his seat. You furrow your eyebrows as he stares, “What-”

“Nat, could you give us a minute?”

“But-”

“I’ll meet you in the restaurant.”

She stares at him baffled, looking at you and back to him, before rolling her eyes and getting out of the car. She slams the door and beelines to the entrance, leaving the rest of the boys no choice but to follow her. Roger shoots you a concerned look through the window, to which you return a reassuring smile. It does nothing to reassure yourself, though, as Brian’s fiery gaze is pointed directly at you.

The car remains silent as both of you challenge each other to see who will speak first. You stand your ground and hold his glare, crossing your arms in defiance. He speaks up,

“Why didn’t you tell me that you and Rog were together?”

Your eyebrows shoot up, so that’s what this is about?

“Why do you care?”

He scoffs, turning away from you to look out of the window, “I don’t know, maybe because you’re my best friend and he’s my bandmate?”

“Why does that matter?” You challenge.

He just shakes his head with a spiteful chuckle, dodging the question, “Roger doesn’t date.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He’s just going to leave you for another woman, or worse, he’ll just do it behind your back.”

“And I suppose you’re any better?”

Your words are harsh, and you regret them the minute they came out. Especially when he turns to look at you with a flash of hurt in his eyes. Brian’s had his own share of infidelity, but he’s always felt guilty over it, as if it haunts him. You suddenly feel sick. He confided in you and you’ve just thrown it back at him.

Without another word, he opens his door and steps out, slamming the door behind him. You watch as his figure retreats into the restaurant, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Shit.

You take a shaky breath, closing your eyes momentarily. You stand on trembling legs and make your own way into the venue, fingernails digging into your palms.

Everyone is already sitting at the table when you join them, so you take your place in between Roger and John. Both of them look equally concerned, Roger’s eyes flickering to Brian across the table. You dare to glance up to where he’s glaring, fiddling with the tablecloth. His upper lip twitches like it always does when he’s angry, a tick that only you’ve ever noticed about him. His warm hazel eyes seem cold, but you can almost see the flames behind them. He’s pissed. More than pissed.

Roger unwittingly adds fire to the flame when he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Everything alright, love?”

You look at Brian once more, his napkin now clenched in his fist, you turn to Roger to whisper, “I think he’s mad.”

Roger chuckles, “You think? The bloke looks like he wants to castrate me.”

“I think he probably does.” You sigh.

Thankfully, always the life-saver, Freddie begins reenacting a run in he had with a fan in a public toilet the other day, and everyone begins loosening up. Well, except for Brian. He’s pretty much silent throughout dinner. Even when Natasha tries to pat his arm or whisper something in his ear, he keeps the same disgruntled look upon his face. You find yourself becoming angrier with every passing moment.

Who does Brian think he is? How can he let his girlfriend walk all over you, then he insults you, and then he somehow has the right to be angry with you?

It’s bullshit, and you shoot daggers at him over your dessert. You don’t even want it. It’s your favourite and everything.

You turn to John, ever the organised one, “Hey, do you know what we’re doing tomorrow?”

He tilts his chin up and chews on one side of his mouth as he thinks, “I think we planned to visit Conwy Castle.”

You nod, humming, “Cool.”

It’s only the first night, and the trip still has five more days, but you find yourself anxious to return home. Especially in the dim lights of a small Italian restaurant as Brian stares at you with that unforgiving gaze, you wish to be anywhere but.

Brian and Natasha left before everyone else, skipping their coffee and choosing to head back to the hotel. They didn’t so much as question how you’d be getting back. Instead, they left you with the remaining three Queen boys, all of their curious eyes on you.

They want answers, you can see it on their faces. It’s the first moment all of you have had together without Brian and Natasha there and they want to know what the bloody hell is going on.

You shake your head at their silence, taking one final bite of your dessert, “Don’t ask me anything, because I don’t have a fucking clue.”

You huff as you flop back onto the bed. It’s far past sunset, and your hotel room is dim except for the orange glow of the street lights outside your window. Roger, John and Freddie decided to go find some sort of bar to finish the evening, but you asked them to drop you off at the hotel so that you could sleep. Except you couldn’t, your mind wired with so many thoughts of Brian that you couldn’t so much as close your eyes. You decided that staring up at the ceiling wasn’t helping, instead it was making the thoughts worse, so you got out of bed and walked to the balcony and stared out over the sea, letting the cold air of the night nip at your bare skin.

Just as you close your eyes, there’s a knock at the door, echoing through the sound of the waves in the distance. The tiny clock at the side of your bed reads just past midnight as you pad through the dark to get to the door.

You open it a crack, “Who is it?” you ask gently.

“Brian.”

Your pulse jumps slightly as you open the door the rest of the way and take in his appearance. His eyes are tired and sunken, his hair mussed as if he’d been tugging on it. You wonder if it was him who tugged on it, or someone else, but based on the way his head is bowed, you don’t think anything of the sort happened.

“Hi,” you gulp, treading lightly, ashamed of the words you threw at him earlier this evening, yet anger still fizzles within you softly.

“Hi,” he breathes, hand rubbing the back of his neck, “did I wake you?”

“No,” you shake your head, “couldn’t sleep.”

“Neither.”

“Is Natasha awake?”

He pauses, looking at the floor and then back at you, “She’s asleep.”

You nod, quiet after his response. What now?

“Do you...want to come in?”

You step aside after he nods, quietly walking through the doorway and into the dimness of your room, and then out onto the balcony. You follow, mind racing a million miles a minute, watching his back as he leans against the railing.

You join him, staring out at the starry reflection of the moon against the sea, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

He turns to look at you, though you don’t return his glance. Instead you bask in his gaze upon your face as the wind flutters through your hair and the moon glitters against your skin.

“It is,” he whispers, his own hair rustled by the wind as he continues to stare at you.

Neither of you speak for a while, just watching the water as it shimmers like diamonds, though you’re both aware of the words unsaid and the words that were. But for a few moments the two of you decided to ignore the rift between you, and instead let the soft silver gleam of the moon heal your aching hearts.

But things must not go unsaid for too long or they will fester, and you’re the first to speak, “Why’d you come see me, Bri?”

He sighs, looking down at his hands, “I came to say sorry. I shouldn’t have said that stuff about Rog, he’s a good guy.”

You stare at him for awhile, “He is a good guy,”

Brian’s eyebrows seem to fall, which causes your own to furrow. You continue, “but did you mean what you said?”

He looks into your eyes and you know instantly that he did. The only reason he’s come to apologise is because he upset you.

“I did.”

Though it angers you, you admire his honesty. You can’t be so frank with him, you’d end up spilling your feelings.

“Is it so unbelievable that someone like Roger would like someone like me?”

It feels odd talking about Rog as if he’s actually your boyfriend, but you’re hurt. Natasha’s earlier words cut like a knife, and hearing Brian think the same would cut like no other.

“That’s not what I meant at all. You’re just…” he trails off and looks back at the sea, shaking his head.

“I’m what?”

“You’re...perfect. You’re too good for someone who will hurt you”

The sound of the wind fills your silence, a sense of confusion and joy fluttering in your stomach. You wish you could tell him that you appreciate his concern, but he’s been the one hurting you all this time. However it’s not his fault, and you remain quiet. He called you perfect.

You search his face for any sign of anything, any twitch of his brow that might give anything away, but he’s stoic as always.

“But you can’t be the one to make that decision for me.” you breathe, choosing to ignore what he said. Perhaps you’re scared of him taking it back, or claiming it was nothing. You want to hold onto the very feelings you feel now, after Brian has called you perfect underneath the moonlight.

“I know.” he sighs, looking down at his hands. You’ve always loved his hands, his long slender fingers that are often adorned with a couple silver rings, usually on his pinky finger. You’d often imagined the way they might feel against your bare skin, but each time you dared to delve into that idea, you quickly shut it down.

The fact that you’ve been lying to Brian about Roger makes you feel wretched, eating away at your insides as you chew on your bottom lip. It feels as though you’re seeing a bit more of Brian’s private thoughts, and he’s only shared them with you because he thinks you’re dating Roger.

The confession is right there on the tip of your tongue, a loud exclamation of truth ready to erupt from inside of you, “Brian-”

“-Y/N” he begins at the same time, and immediately all courage is lost. The boiling truth returns to a simmer, and your racing heart begins to still.

You both chuckle, a sense of normalcy returning for the first time tonight as he scratches the back of his neck, “You first.”

Shaking your head, you give him a small smile, “Not important, you go.”

He nods, taking a breath as if to build his courage back up, turning his body to face you entirely. You do the same, concerned at the sudden seriousness that’s returned to his face. You watch in silence as he takes yet another deep breath, the dread inside of you intensifying.

“I…” he begins, and you want to grab him by the shoulder and shake, tell him to spit it out already because you feel nauseated.

“It’s terrible of me to say this, and I know I have no right whatsoever to do so, but...I don’t want you to date Roger.”

You’re taken aback by his blatant request, baffled at why he is so against the idea of you and Roger being together, “Why not?”

He looks just as irritated as you, all civility that you’d built up just moments before knocked down like a house of cards. It’s as if the idea of you not listening to his request infuriates him, and in return that makes you equally angry.

“I told you before.”

“But we agreed that this isn’t your decision.”

At this point, you aren’t sure why you’re continuing to act as if Roger is your boyfriend. Perhaps you’ve let it go too far and to confess now would damage your dignity. Or maybe you want to see how far Brian is willing to go with his request. Surely he won’t force the two of you apart.

“It’s not my decision, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?!” you raise your voice. This conversation is going in the complete wrong direction, but you can’t seem to stop it, or stop yourself. The two of you are both passionate people always speaking for what they believe in, and in this case you are on opposing sides. Like fire and ice, or darkness and light, the two of you battle against each other.

“Yes! Uncomfortable!”

“Go on then, explain to me why it makes you so uncomfortable.”

“He’s my bandmate-”

“And why does that matter?”

“You’ll be a distraction!”

“I’ve known you all for years, and suddenly now that I’m dating one of you, I’m a distraction? Nice, Brian.”

He goes to speak, but you interrupt, “And what about Natasha, huh? Is she not a distraction? Or is it just me then?”

“She doesn’t come to the studio with us like you do.”

“You were the one who told me that you love when I come to the studio.”

He looks flustered, “I do, but-”

“You’re not making any sense,” you say, exasperated, “what is the big deal about me dating Roger?”

He doesn’t answer, instead staring at you with a burning intensity behind his caramel irises. A siren blares in the distance and a cloud sheathes the moon in a grey cast. It’s as if his answer is in his eyes, but you just can’t catch it. You’re both speaking two different languages.

“I should go,” he says finally.

Muddled thoughts race through your head. You want to say so many things but nothing comes out, your mind a jumbled mess of intertwined wires. Goddamnit, Y/N, say something.

He turns to walk through the hotel room, and you have no choice but to watch his back as he retreats. But then he stops in his tracks, turning to look at you once more. He has hurt written across his face, you can see it even in the darkness.

“Where is Roger, by the way?”

He tilts his head to the side, challenging you to answer him. You stare in silence, no answer on your tongue.

He nods, his own point proven to himself as he goes to turn back around, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

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