#ziggymay writing

[tangerineflowers]

what would hugging john richard deacon be like?

the softest and tightest hugs on earth

his favorite hugs are when he has one hand on the back of your head and the other on the middle of your back pulling you flush against him.

he will nuzzle! he will nuzzle! he will nuzzle!

pulls your face into his neck/chest and holds you until you let go.

it doesnt matter what he is doing as long as something isnt running or burning he will hold you for as long as you need.

he loves to rub your back in large circles during hugs and if you hold him for long enough he'll pull you down so you're laying on the floor together just holding onto one another.

running hands through eachothers hair? YES YES YES this man lives for that giving and recieving.

[marvxlousqueen]

Warren Worthington- Dumbass

requested: Hey could you do a Warren x Reader where they don't get along (all that good angry flirtatious arguing energy) but they get stuck trapped somewhere when a mission goes wrong and he has a cut or something on his back and she has to like clean it or stitch it up or something but she keeps brushing her hands over his wings bc it's really close to them & he gets all ooh lala and then there's smut? Especially if it's all angry sexy time bc they don't like each other but then it's fluffy at the end?

A/N: hi so this is short but i have a lot of requests to do so pls bare w me :) ALSO this is bad bc i havent written in so long but itll get better (i hope ahha)

word count: 1000 exactly lmao

warnings: cussing, smut, choking if you squint, unprotected sex bc i’m too lazy to write in a condom

It took all of 30 seconds for the mission to go completely fucking sideways. They were supposed to be taking down an enemy plane, nice and easy, just like they had done in the past. But maybe... (Y/n) pushed a little too hard with the fire and accidentally caught Kurt’s tail on fire... and maybe Kurt panicked and bamfed out of there, leaving his station open.. which maybe left Warren unguarded while he was on look out... which maybe led to both (Y/n) and Warren to get captured while the rest of the crew barely got away. But she would never admit that. 

“This is all your fault! If you hadn’t tried to take on three guys at once then you wouldn’t have blown up Kurt!” 

(Y/n) rolled her eyes from her corner, “It was not three guys! It was only two and I did NOT blow up Kurt! He bailed on the mission so it’s not my fault!”

“Either way, I got shot with burning hot metal from your end and attacked by dudes from Kurt’s end so I’m gonna blame you.”

“Fine then.”

“Fine.”

 They were currently sitting across from each other in a small cell on the enemy territory, waiting for the others to return and bust them out. 

“Actually, by the way-” (Y/n) wasn’t about to lose this argument against Warren of all people. She couldn’t stand the guy- his cocky attitude or his huge ego. God he was annoying as fuck.

“Just shut up, (Y/n).”

“No! You can’t blame this on me-”

“Shut up! You’re giving me a headache.”

“Make me, asshole.”

He opened his eyes and looked towards her, “make you?”

“Unless you’re scared, Worthington.”

“Fine, princess,” He stood up and walked towards her side of the cell.

“I hate when you call me that, you know.”

He smirked, “Sure you do.”

Suddenly, he went in for a kiss, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him. (Y/n)’s eyes went wide at first, but slowly she relaxed into it. He bit her bottom lip, asking her to open her mouth. As soon as she did, his tongue entered, exploring her mouth. His hands moved from her hips to her ass, grabbing it.

He pulled out of the kiss, “Are you okay with this?”

Out of breath, she only nodded, grabbing his hair and pulling him back in. Without a bed in the cell, he had nowhere to move towards except the wall. She felt her back come in contact with the cold brick while her hands moved to slide up his shirt, tracing over his muscles. Warren pulled away and struggled to get his shirt off and over his wings, during which (Y/n) slipped off her shirt and pants. 

When he looked up again, she was just in her bra and underwear. 

“Jesus Christ.”

“Nope, it’s just me.”

Warren rolled his eyes while (Y/n) held back her laughs. “God, shut up. That was terrible.”

(Y/n) quickly came back into focus as Warren started on his belt. 

“Let me get that.”

She sunk to her knees, putting her clothes under her to make it more comfortable. Then her hands moved to unbuckle his belt and shimmy his pants down. Once they hit the floor, Warren let out a sigh of relief, no longer constrained against the tight material. 

(Y/n) worked on palming him through his boxers. Warren’s voice got caught in his throat the second her hand slipped under the thin fabric and ghosted along him. 

“F-fuck.”

She wrapped her hand around him and felt him grow harder in her grasp. (Y/n) used her thumb to spread the precum from his dripping tip and pump him a few times. Warren’s moans were like heaven. 

“O-oh fuck-(Y/n)”

She finally pulled his boxers all the way down, taking his tip in her mouth, sucking hard on it.

“God-fuck” Warren pulled her off by her hair, “As-fuck- as much as I love that, I don’t want to finish too early. How about your turn?”

(Y/n) stood back up and pulled Warren in for another kiss while his fingers wondered down towards her pussy. He used her slick to wet his fingers before slipping one in. His lips moved to her neck as he added another finger, thrusting in faster now. (Y/n) wasn’t sure what to focus on- his lips sucking a hickey on her neck or his long fingers rubbing against her sweet spot.

“Warren-please”

He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean, “please what?”

“You know what.”

He pushed her against the wall once again, “I want to hear you say it, princess.”

“Please fuck me.” 

Warren lifted one of her legs up to his waist and swiped his tip over her entranced, lubing himself up with her natural juices. “You ready?”

She nodded and he pushed the tip in, “fuck,” they both said.

Warren let out a groan as he pushed all the way in, (Y/n) gasping when he was finally fully sheathed inside of her. 

Warren pulled his hips back and pushed forward slowly, making (Y/n)’s nails scrape down his back, hitting his sensitive spot between his wings.

“Shit-”

Warren began to snap his hips back and forth, groaning in (Y/n)’s ear as she moaned in his. He gained speed as he pistoned in and out of her quicker and quicker.

“Jesus-fuck Warren-”

With her nails scratching in just the right spot and the clenching of her walls, Warren knew he couldn’t last much longer. He moved a hand to her throat and squeezed, making (Y/n) scream out. 

After a few more thrusts Warren finished and dropped to his knees to finish off (Y/n). She came soon after, legs trembling as Warren’s tongue explored deep inside of her.

The two took a second to catch their breath before getting dressed again.

“so... can we do that again sometime?”

(Y/n) looked at Warren, eyes wide in shock after truly realizing what happened, “Fuck yes.”

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[freddiesaysalright]

I Don’t Like You or Your Band

John Deacon x Reader

Summary: Reader is a music journalist, and a very popular one at that. She knew Deaky when they were teenagers. She’s written a pretty harsh piece about Queen.

Word Count: 10K

Tag List:  @someone-get-a-medic @deakysgurl, @polarcrystall, @queer-heart-attack, @dewdarkdemon, @qweenly, @smittyjaws, @caborhapch, @amelialio, @flyawayhay, @hannahfuckingsucks, @hotspacedeaky, @julessbrown, @reavenedges-lies, @simmisblog, @anna-1946, @ziggymay, @retromusicsalad, @catch-a-deak, @winterssoldierrs, @casafrass, @cranberribread, @strawberry-lemonade0, @ilovetacos1267

A/N: This gets very smutty at the end, but that was the whole point! Also, this fic was inspired by the song, “I Don’t Like You or Your Band” by Kate Rhudy. Go check her out on Spotify, her whole album is awesome :)

Your cigarettes, your leather shoes You, your friends, and your middle class white boy blues You’ve become something I can’t stand Don’t even miss holdin’ your hand And I don’t like you or your band

Monday I was in love with a good, good man 

He was kissing you. Shy and sloppy, reflecting the innocence of the moment. You reached for the buttons of his shirt, hands shaking. He went to do the same, his fingers tracing the hem of your sweater. It was soft and pink, as virginal as you were. 

Your eyes snapped open. A tear leaked out and slid down your cheek. Why were you dreaming this now? Then you remembered. The Queen article was going out today. It was scathing. The thought made you nervous. Would the band see it? Would he see it? Did you care if he did?

You wiped your face and got up. You put on a simple dress and heels, pushing all thoughts of your past to the back of your mind. You didn’t want to think about him now. You didn’t want to think about him at all, really. 

As you walked into you office, you said hello to the receptionist as you made your way to your empty desk. You usually had a copy of the week’s issue waiting for you, before they hit the shelves. Your brow furrowed.

“Y/N,” said your editor, Charles, as he sauntered over to you. “You ready for today’s issue?”

He waved the magazine in front of you before letting it fall onto your desk with a slap. Queen was spread across the front page. You looked away.

You nodded at Charles, resolving yourself to your pride in your work. Your history with John Deacon was irrelevant. In fact, you had not even disclosed it to Charles - or anyone - because you felt that it mattered that little. 

“Hey, you’re from the same town as the bass player, right?” Charles asked.

A nervous twinge went through you. “Um, yeah.”

“Did you know him?” 

“No,” you lied. “No, not really.”

***

“This is shit!” Roger cried, throwing down the magazine as he entered the studio. “Have you all read this review?”

“Oh, God, what is it now?” Freddie wondered, rolling his eyes. 

“Listen,” Roger said irritably. “‘Queen is a band with talent that could best be described as above average. Their most redeeming quality is their frontman, Freddie Mercury, but even his eccentric style and quality vocals can’t make up for the fact that they’re just another wannabe Zeppelin. Only they don’t have half the lyrical depth or musical skill.’ What the fuck?!”

“Who’s the author?” Brian wondered.

“She’s a really well-known reporter,” Roger said. “She did that whole profile on Elton John last year that everyone loved. Y/N Y/L/N.”

John choked on the sip of water he was taking, and the other three turned eyes on him.

“Do you know her?” Freddie asked.

John coughed for a moment and had to catch his breath. “Yes.”

They all still stared at him. He cleared his throat. “What?”

“How do you know her?” Roger asked.

“We sort of went out when we were in school,” John explained. “I guess you could say she was my first real girlfriend.”

“Well - Christ, Deaks, what’d you do to her?” Roger wondered.

“Nothing!” John insisted. “I mean - I suppose we - well, it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“Could you speak in complete sentences?” Brian asked cheekily. “So the rest of us might keep up?”

John ran a hand down his face and groaned. He mumbled something that the others couldn’t hear.

“Deaky, just tell us!” Roger cried.

“We were each other’s first times!” he finally came out with. “We were seventeen and it was weird and then I fucked off to London shortly after.”

Freddie burst into giggles. Roger sighed and Brian rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you just ring her and apologize?” Roger suggested. “Maybe she’ll take back what she said.”

“Oh, come on,” John returned. “That article couldn’t possibly be a reaction to something that happened years ago. It’s probably just her honest opinion.”

“There’s no way that’s her opinion because the album isn’t shit and we’re not Zeppelin wannabes,” Roger insisted. “If anything, we also have an influence from Yes.”

“Which she also mentions,” Brian interjected, looking at the article again. “She really knows her stuff. Even if she is wrong about us.”

“If she really knew her stuff, she wouldn’t be wrong about us,” Roger said stubbornly. 

“That gives me an idea,” Freddie said.

They all looked curiously at him.

“What is it?” Brian asked.

“Let’s invite her here,” Freddie said. “Let her see how our work comes together and how original we are. That is, if it isn’t too uncomfortable for you, Deaky, dear.”

“Look, it wasn’t like I left without saying anything,” John further explained. “We had a normal breakup, I thought.”

“Great!” Freddie said with an excited clap. “It’s decided! She’ll join us for the week!”

“Hold on, nothing is decided!” Roger argued, but Freddie was already gone to use the phone. “Well, I’m not going to be nice to her.”

“She wasn’t very nice to us first,” Brian said as if that settled the matter.

***

You were going through some papers on your desk as preliminary work for your next article. Your phone rang and you picked it up lazily.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you answered.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N,” said a strangely familiar voice on the other end. “This is Freddie Mercury.”

A chill ran down your spine and your heart nearly stopped. “What?”

“We’ve read your piece on our music, and I must say, darling, we believe you’re mistaken,” he said. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Look, Mr. Mercury,” you said, finding your voice again. “I was just doing my job. If you don’t like what I say, that’s your problem. At this point, Queen should be used to bad press.”

It was a low blow, but you didn’t care. Freddie only snickered.

“I like you, darling,” he said. “You’re feisty. But I’m about to make you an exclusive offer.”

“I’m listening.”

He arranged to meet you at a cafe between your office and their studio. You told Charles about the call.

“Y/N, are you serious?” he gasped.

“Do you want me to cancel?” you asked, concerned by his tone.

“Hello no!” he cried. “Take the meeting, and whatever exclusive they’re offering you. Find out everything you can about them. Dig up the dirt. Find me something we can use to take them down.”

“Take them down?” you wondered. “I don’t want to make shit up about them.”

“You won’t have to,” he said. “But get me something.”

“I’ll do my best,” you said warily.

“That’s a good girl.”

You clenched your teeth as you left the office. You hated when men talked to you like that. You were a grown woman, out on her own. You were not a little girl who needed the approval of anyone, especially not a man. 

You went to the cafe where Freddie asked to meet. You spotted the band right away. Brian’s fluffy curls gave them away, but you first noticed John. He looked quite different with his long hair and fancy clothes. But he was still John. Whether or not that was a good thing remained to be seen. You loved the John you knew dearly. But he also hurt you. 

“You must be Y/N Y/L/N,” Freddie said, getting to his feet and shaking your hand. The others offered you no such courtesy. 

“I am,” you said. “Obviously, I know who all of your are.”

“Obviously,” Freddie said slowly, with a mischievous grin. “We wanted to talk to you about your article and offer an opportunity to...correct it.”

You frowned. “It doesn’t need correcting. The appeal of music is entirely subjective. Not everyone is going to think you’re the greatest band to walk the earth.”

“There’s no need to get defensive,” he said. “Especially since you haven’t heard our offer.”

“Well, make it then,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“She’s right to business,” he remarked. “I like it.”

“You wanna make an arrangement or do you wanna fuck around?”

He laughed. It was charming in its own way. You tried not to let it infect you, but you felt the corners of your mouth nearly twitch. It didn’t help that you were ignoring John’s intense gaze. 

“Spend the week in the studio with us,” he said. “See what we do. How we put our unique sound together. I guarantee you’ll change your mind.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him and then gestured to the rest of the band. “And you’re all on board with this?”

You scanned them. Roger glowered at the ground and didn’t answer. Brian nodded stiffly. Finally, you met John’s eyes. It took him a moment to respond, but when he opened his mouth, Freddie spoke. 

“Deaky told us you’re old friends,” he said. 

You weren’t looking at him, but you could feel his smirk. You continued to look at John and your gaze hardened. 

“Oh?” you said coldly. “I don’t recall.”

You cut away from his stare, but you saw his mouth drop a little before he quickly closed it again. Your eyes found Freddie’s, and laughter danced behind them. 

“What do you say?” he asked, ignoring his clear urge to take a dig at his friend. “One full week behind the scenes with Queen. And you’ll write a new story.”

“What if my opinion stays the same?” you challenged. 

“You write it exactly how you see it,” he said. “If you don’t change your mind - although I’m sure you will, darling - you can write even more about how terrible we are.”

“You’re awfully confident,” you replied. 

He shrugged. “Take it or leave it, love.”

“I’ll take it,” you said. “But just so you know, everything is on the record.”

“We wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With the deal in place, you went with them to the studio. You walked there right from the cafe since you had your notepad in your bag. You followed behind them, but John dropped back to walk beside you. You resisted rolling your eyes. 

“Y/N,” he said. “It’s - uh - good to see you.”

“Wish I could say the same,” you returned, not looking at him. 

He grabbed your arm and yanked you to a stop. You glared at him and wrenched yourself free. 

“What’s up with you?” he demanded quietly so the other guys wouldn’t hear. “I thought our relationship was meaningful...that we still cared about each other.”

“You did?” you spat. “Well, imagine my surprise.”

He blinked. “What did I do?”

“It’s what you didn’t do,” you said. “Everything you fucking forgot when you left home, including me.”

“I never forgot you,” he insisted. 

“You could have fooled me,” you bit back. 

He looked away, clearly stung. You didn’t feel the least bit sorry for him. 

“Is that why you wrote those things about Queen?” he asked. 

You laughed humorlessly. “Oh, please. You’re not important enough to be my reason to write anything.”

With that, you jogged ahead, away from him. You made a silent vow to yourself that you would not go there again with him. That from here on out, you would keep everything professional. There was no need to face what had happened. That was behind you. And you weren’t going that way. 

The first day with the band went smoothly. You didn’t interact very much with them, just quietly observing them from the booth. You had to admit they worked hard, overcame small disputes, and were experimental. 

You noticed your eyes lingering on John throughout rehearsal. His face looked the same as it used to when he was concentrating on learning a new line for a song. He looked natural behind the bass, and for a moment, you forgot you were angry at him. It was like the old days, when he was with The Opposition, and you were just a young girl with doe eyes, and he was the rock star of your heart. 

You shook your head to clear it. No. It would never be that way again. You knew only too well how that story ended. 

Tuesday You left me unamused and unimpressed 

The next day, you skipped going to your office entirely. You had called Charles from the studio and explained what they had offered, and you were pretty sure you heard him cry on the other end of the line. He again reminded you to find something “juicy” while you insisted you would still only report the truth. You could picture the way he rolled his eyes when he sighed at you. 

“Must you be so annoyingly ethical?” he wondered.

“I’m a journalist, Charles, not a gossip columnist,” you returned, and hung up the phone.

So on Tuesday morning, you came straight into the studio. You heard voices in the booth. Knowing them to be the band’s, you stopped and listened. Since they didn’t know you were there, this was obviously off the record, but you were just curious.

“Honestly, I don’t know what you ever saw in her,” Roger said.

“She didn’t used to be…” John trailed off.

“Such a bitch?” Roger finished.

“I guess so,” John agreed. “When I knew her she was honestly the sweetest person I’d ever met. A really lovely girl.”

“Are sure it’s the same Y/N Y/L/N?” Brian joked.

They all snickered. 

“Well, she mostly looks the same,” John said.

“I will give you that she’s a looker,” Roger said. “But it’s hard to believe that woman was ever a ‘really lovely girl.’” 

“She was,” John insisted. “Really, she was. Her nickname in school was Judy because she reminded everyone of Judy Garland.”

Just hearing that endearment again - especially from John’s lips - drove a knife through your heart and twisted it.

“Judy Garland?” Roger returned, incredulous. “Are you joking?”

You decided to walk in now, lest this conversation go further into John’s memory of a girl that no longer existed. 

“Morning, gents,” you said coolly. 

Roger groaned, departed to the studio, and started fiddling with his drum set. He left the door open, but the rest of the band did not follow him just yet. Freddie looked at you.

“Sorry about him,” he said.

You shrugged. “I don’t care that he doesn’t like me. I don’t need anyone’s approval. Especially not some Cornish pixie drummer boy.”

Roger froze, dropping a drumstick, and scowled at you. Freddie cackled. John clapped his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. Even Brian let out a small chuckle. You just stared Roger down, cocking a challenging eyebrow at him. He said nothing, but he did flip you off through the window. You rolled your eyes and took a seat on the couch.

Brian joined Roger in the studio, picking up his guitar and slinging it across his body as he began tuning it. You watched how careful he was. Roger was too. They were meticulous about sounding exactly right. You observed this the previous day as well but thought they were just doing that because you were there. Clearly, this was their normal routine. You were just barely impressed. 

They started playing through a song, but quickly began bickering about tempo. Roger accused Brian of going too slow, whereas Brian thought that was appropriate for the song. Voices were raised, insults were tossed, glares were exchanged. Freddie was giggling as he watched from the booth. John kept glancing at you, but you resolutely ignored him. 

“Darlings, darlings,” Freddie said to Roger and Brian. “Please. We can settle this. Deaky, what do you think? Roger’s tempo or Brian’s?”

“Roger,” John said. 

“Of course you side with him,” Brian snapped, rolling his eyes. 

“Christ, Brian, it’s not personal,” John argued. 

“Yeah, it’s because I’m right,” Roger added.

“I happen to side with you, Brian, dear,” Freddie interjected before it could escalate again. “So it’s a tie.”

“We don’t have a tie breaker,” John said. 

Freddie smirked. “Sure we do. Y/N.”

Your eyes snapped to his. “What?”

“What do you think, darling?” he asked. “Brian or Roger?”

“I have no opinion,” you said flatly. 

“We all know that’s not true,” he returned. 

“This is all very democratic of you,” you said with a sigh. “But if I participated in the making of the music I’m supposed to be evaluating, wouldn’t that create a conflict of interest?” 

“Don’t be difficult, Y/N, just tell us what you think,” John said shortly. 

You shot him a glare. “No.”

“Why should she decide?” Roger chimed in. “She doesn’t even like our music.”

“All the more reason to believe she’s being honest,” Freddie pointed out. 

“Or just petty,” Roger muttered. 

“Did you even hear what she just said?” Freddie said. “She’s got principles.”

“I have been described as annoyingly ethical,” you said. 

“Principles be damned, I don’t give a shit what she thinks,” Roger said. 

You shrugged.

Freddie turned to you. “Just for fun. Off the record. Who do you think is right?”

“Off the record,” you repeated firmly. “Roger is right.” 

Roger threw you a surprised look before a smug smile claimed his face. He looked triumphantly at Brian. 

“What happened to not giving a shit what she thinks?” Brian spat. 

“My opinion doesn’t count,” you reminded them. “It’s still a tie.”

Roger frowned. “Who was it that described you as annoyingly ethical?”

“My boss.”

“Smart man.”

“Look, let’s just count Y/N’s vote so we can move on,” John suggested. 

“No,” you said. “You can’t.”

“Don’t worry, it was off the record,” Freddie said. “No one will know.” 

“We’ll know,” you argued. 

“And we shall all take it to the grave with us,” John said sarcastically. “Lest you be known as a music reviewer with a bloody opinion.”

“Oh, fuck y-” you began, but Freddie cut you off. 

“Roger wins the popular vote,” he said. “Deaky, get in there and help them out.”

Your eyes bored hatred into John’s back as he entered the studio. You slumped back onto the couch, feeling a bit like a pouting child as you continued to observe them. John’s mouth was drawn downward as he grabbed his bass roughly. He licked his fingers before plucking at the strings. A motion that almost made you gasp. It was...sexy. You shook your head and crossed your legs with a huff. 

You spent the rest of the day scratching your notes down harshly, lips pressed together with irritation. As they finished up, you started to put away your pen and paper. You slung your purse onto your shoulder and started to head out when your pocket knife slipped out of your bag and onto the floor. You reached down to pick it up, but John beat you to it. You snatched it out of his hand without even thanking him and stuffed it into your bag. 

“Why are you carrying that?” he asked. 

“Experience taught me I had to,” you replied. 

“Experience?”

“I got fucking robbed, John, what do you want from me?”

“When?!” he wondered, eyes going wide. 

“My first day in London,” you told him, unsure where this honesty was coming from. 

You didn’t tell him that they man who did it made you strip, taking everything you had on you including your address book and money, so you shivered naked in an alley until a kind restaurant owner came out, saw the pathetic state you were in, and took you inside. She gave you a spare uniform and then offered you a job and a place at her flat until you could pay her back. Which you did in full. You also didn’t tell him you had only come to London looking for him.

His eyes searched yours. He found a hurt there that was bone deep. You were like a wounded dog, whimpering for a helping hand but prepared to bite the first one that touched you. Your glare was like bared fangs. Still, a part of him ached to reach out and risk you sinking your teeth in. 

“That’s terrible,” he said, knowing exactly how lame it sounded. 

You held his gaze. “I’ve been through worse.”

With that, you left the studio. John sighed and looked at the floor.

“She’s awfully cryptic, isn’t she?” Brian remarked.

“She’s so angry,” John said, half to himself. 

“Forget about her,” Roger said, clapping John’s shoulder. “Let’s get a drink, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed.

Meanwhile, you walked to the pub you usually patronized in the evenings after work. It was actually the place you had worked after that first horrific night. The owner was still there and tended the bar on weeknights, so you went to see her. She always offered you a drink for free, but you never took it. She had already done too much for you.

“Y/N!” she called as you came through the door.

You beamed at her. “Cora!” You came around the bar to embrace her. “How are you?”

“I’m just fine for an old lady,” she replied. “How are you, my dear?”

You sighed, unsure how to answer her.

“I know that face,” she said. “You’re in need of a drink and conversation.”

“The drink I could use,” you replied. “The conversation, I’m not so sure about.”

She poured you your favorite, gin and tonic. You took a sip and thanked her.

“I’ll be right back, darlin’, just gotta pop in the back and get some wine glasses,” she said.

You stood up. “I’ll get them, Cora.”

“You don’t work here anymore, love,” she said with a grateful laugh.

“I’ll always take care of you,” you returned. “Besides, the doctor said you shouldn’t strain your back.”

You set your drink on the bar and then headed into the dish pit. 

While you were in the back, Freddie, Brian, Roger, and John walked in. They took seats at the bar, leaving a few chairs between themselves and where your bag and drink sat. John thought it was yours, but wasn’t quite sure. Cora walked over to them and took their drink orders. You emerged again, carrying the rack of glasses and groaned when you spotted the band. Still, you brought the dishes behind the bar.

“Oh, Y/N,” said Freddie. “Do you work here too?”

“What, writing rubbish about music not paying the bills?” Roger jabbed.

“Piss of, Roger,” you snapped. “I don’t work here, but I used to.”

“Are these friends of yours, Y/N?” Cora wondered, eyes flickering between you and the band.

“Cora, this is Queen,” you said gently. “I’m re-evaluating them.”

She released a delighted giggle and clapped her hands. “Oh, my! Well, it’s not every day we have real rock stars in our little pub! Welcome, lads!”

“Thank you, darling,” said Freddie.

Cora just grinned widely at him. A warm smile danced across your lips as you took in her excitement. John’s eyes landed on you and he saw, for a fleeting moment, the girl he knew. But at that moment, a man approached you and asked you to join him at his table. You agreed, wiggling your fingers at Cora as she watched you cross the room. 

“You two seem very close,” Brian said casually. “How long did she work here?”

“Just over a year, actually,” Cora said. “But she lived with me too.”

“How did that happen?” John wondered.

“Well, I found her right outside this building,” she explained. She told them all how she found you, to their shock. Even Roger felt pretty sorry for you.

“I couldn’t just leave her out there, shivering and alone,” she continued. “My Christian heart wouldn’t let me. So I took her in. But she took care of herself really once she started to make some money. I know she did some...unsavory things to earn the extra. I offered to help her, but she refused to take even one penny from me.” 

“Why didn’t she just go home?” Roger asked.

Cora shrugged. “She said - and I’ll never forget the words she used - ‘I came to London looking for someone. He’s lost, so I’ll find myself instead.’ Seemed quite poetic to me. I knew from there she’d be a writer.”

“Did she ever tell you who it was she was looking for?” Freddie asked, glancing at John.

“No,” she answered, shaking her head. “She refused to speak of him. Some chap from her hometown, though, that’s all I knew.”

At that moment, you came back over to tell Cora goodbye, since you were leaving with the man from before. You kissed her cheek before turning to the band.

“See you lot in the morning, I suppose,” you said.

They gave you odd looks, but you pushed your confusion away. You left with David, heading back to your flat, which wasn’t far from the bar. But as you took David up the stairs to your front door, the look in John’s eyes haunted you. Something like pity swam behind them. Pity mixed with guilt. It infuriated you.

Then David’s chapped lips were on yours, cracked and unpleasant. He shoved his talentless tongue into your mouth as he pushed you gently onto your bed. You bunched your skirt up to your hips so he could tug your panties off, but he stopped.

“Would you suck me off first?” he asked.

You smirked. “You wanna keep your cock?”

“W-what?”

“If you wanna keep your cock, keep it the fuck out of my face,” you warned.

“Shit, alright,” he gasped.

“Now take my knickers off and fuck me.”

He obeyed, pulling his pants down to his ankles. You weren’t quite wet enough so it stung a little when he pushed into you, but you bit your lip through it. Only, his fucking was as awkward as his kissing. His thrusts were sloppy, and he failed to even graze your g-spot. Your clit, he completely ignored. He clearly thought he was doing great from the noises coming out of his mouth. Gasps and groans, and some semblance of dirty talk that you didn’t even hear. You sighed, exasperated, and pushed him off of you.

“You’re shit,” you said. “Get out.”

“What the fuck?!” he cried breathlessly.

“Get your pants on and get out of my house,” you ordered. 

“I’m still hard,” he complained.

“That’s not my problem,” you returned. 

He narrowed his eyes at you and scrambled off the bed. He tucked himself into his trousers and glared at you as he put his shoes back on.

“You’re a real bitch, you know that?”

You grimaced at him. “So I’ve heard. Bye now.”

He muttered under his breath some more as he left, slamming the door behind him. You got up and followed, locking the door just in case. Then you returned to your bed. Flopping onto your back, your mind showed you John’s eyes again. You remembered kissing John all those years ago. The ways his eyes looked the first time you’d kissed him. 

You pictured John now. Different, but much the same. More talented, less awkward. You remembered him licking those fingers of his before playing his bass. His mouth in a slight pout as he focused. Your skin felt hot. Your lower stomach churned with desire. You dipped your finger between your thighs and pressed onto your clit.

“John…” you sighed.

Wednesday What a shame it is that the rock I thought you were turned out to be sand

You arrived to the studio early the next morning. It was raining heavily as thunder rolled in the distance. Cosmically, John was the only other person there. You didn’t let the fact that you’d gotten off to the thought of him throw you. You just took your seat on the couch, ringing out your hair, and waited in silence with him. You pulled out the book you were reading and dove in. The only sound was the patter of the rain on the roof.

“Why didn’t you tell me what happened to you when you came to London?” he asked suddenly.

You snapped the book shut and looked at him icily. “I didn’t realize that was any of your business.”

“I know you’re not this person,” he said. “When you looked at Cora yesterday, you were yourself again.”

“You don’t know anything about who I am, John Deacon,” you said. “A lot has changed since we left Oadby.” 

“You’re avoiding my question.”

“You’re assuming you have a right to an answer.”

“I think I do have a right,” he said hotly. “A lot of this anger you’ve got is clearly directed at me. Maybe if you stopped biting everyone’s head off and talked about it, you wouldn’t be so pissed off.”

There was that look again. The pity guilt combination that made your stomach roil. 

“Fine,” you snipped. “You wanna know what happened to me? Yes, I got robbed and left naked behind a building. I took a job as a waitress to scrape by and pay back a fraction of debt I owed Cora. And there were a few regulars at the bar who I fucked for money. Anything else?”

“How’d you get a writing position?” he asked levelly.

“One of the regulars introduced me to an editor friend of his,” you said. “I submitted my first article to him, and he took me on. I got better and was eventually offered the job I’ve got now.”

“Okay, how is any of this my fault?” 

“Is that what you think?” you laughed. “I don’t blame you for any of that shit. You weren’t even in my life anymore.”

“Then why are you so angry at me?!” he demanded, getting to his feet.

You jumped up too. “I’m angry at you because you lied to me!”

“What?!”

“You did!” you cried. “You broke up with me, and it broke my heart. But it was okay because we were supposed to be friends. And yet I was the only one who made any effort. Then suddenly you were off to London and then I never heard a thing from you! And I wrote you every day! Every day until I came here looking for you! And you promised you’d write to me, John!” You choked on his name as your throat got thick with the old wound. 

“You promised,” you repeated with childish stubbornness. 

“I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. 

You rolled your eyes. “What do you want from me, John? My forgiveness?”

“Well, it was only letters,” he said.

“Only letters?” you repeated quietly. “John, it’s not about the letters. It’s the fact that you didn’t give enough of a shit about me to pick up a goddamn pen. Our relationship meant that little to you. I meant that little to you.”

You had scarcely gotten the words out when Roger and Brian walked in, both rain soaked, and flicking water off their coats. They were already quarrelling about something regarding the song again. You and John turned eyes on them.

“Y/N, what do you think, off the record -” Roger began, but you cut him off.

“Oh, no,” you said. “I’m not falling for that again.”

“Damn, I don’t know how else I’m gonna win this one,” he muttered.

You giggled. All eyes fell on you as you clapped a hand over your mouth.

“Y/N, did you just laugh?” Roger asked, a smile on his face.

“No,” you insisted, but the corners of your mouth were still turned slightly up. 

“I think she did,” Brian added. 

“Could it be that there’s a real, human heart in that chest?” Roger continued. “I thought it was just a hunk of ice.”

“Shut up,” you said through another laugh, but they let you have that one. 

“Is Fred here yet?” Brian asked John.

John shook his head. “Late, as usual.”

You and John locked eyes briefly before you started getting out your pen and paper again. Freddie arrived within a few minutes, and they got right to work. You did actually admire their focus and professionalism. They took their craft seriously. More seriously than most musicians you had met. And you had met a great deal of them.

Today they had fewer arguments. It seemed that the rain was making everyone too tired to fight. That was more than okay with you. You couldn’t stand the bickering, especially between Brian and Roger. You wondered how they were the founders of the band since they rarely seemed to agree on a concept for a song. It was maddening to listen to.

John was stuck somewhere between staring intensely at you or avoiding you like the plague. The conversation from before was not a comfortable one, and it was so clearly unfinished. Unsaid words hung between you like clothes on a line. When your eyes did meet, it was like stepping onto a balance beam. You were unsteady and wobbly, but clinging to the very thing that put you there.

By the afternoon, you heard a rough run through of a new song. You would never, ever tell them this, but you liked it.

When the day was over, you packed up your things and for the first time, the band said goodbye to you. Roger only offered a wave, while Brian and Freddie said the words. John actually asked if he could walk you out.

“I can get to the door myself, thanks,” you said.

You weren’t sure where you two stood after the morning’s conversation. You feared another emotional line of questioning. 

“Please,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Alright, then.”

You walked down the hall together, but he was behaving strangely. He kept glancing into every doorway you passed, and would sigh when there were people inside. When you reached the end of the corridor, he pulled open the door to what appeared to be a closet. He took another quick look around before pushing you inside.

“John, what the hell?!” you demanded as he shut the door.

“I want to speak in private,” he said.

He reached up and pulled the string to turn the light on. It was a tight space. Your bodies were pressed together, chest to chest. It made heat rise in your cheeks to be so close to him. You looked up to meet his eyes. When had he gotten so tall?

John swallowed as he looked down at you. The feeling of your breasts against him was enough to drive him crazy.

“I still feel like there’s something you’re not telling me,” he said, focusing on your face.

He was so close you could feel his breath on your face.

“I don’t have to tell you everything,” you returned.

“Y/N, please,” he groaned. “We were going so well this morning.”

“Well?” you questioned. 

“Yes, you were opening up,” he said. “You’d softened to the point where you laughed.”

You sighed. “That was a fluke.”

“Come on, Y/N,” he said. “Tell me one thing.”

“What do you want to know?”

“After you had some money, why didn’t you go back home?” he wondered. “Why put yourself through all of this? You could have been back with you mum -”

“She left, John,” you said. “She left me in the middle of the night.”

John knew already that your father was not in your life. You and your mother were on your own back in Oadby. She had made quite a life for herself and seemed devoted to you. This revelation clearly shocked John, as he would have stumbled backward had there been space to do so.

“She left you?” 

You nodded. “Yes. She left a note that said she couldn’t do ‘this’ anymore and she was leaving, but she knew I would be okay. I started to write you, but you hadn’t been answering my letters, so I took the money she left me and came looking for you. Because I needed my friend. I needed you, John.”

Emotion threatened to overwhelm you again. This was something you had never told anyone. Not even Cora. 

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I left you in the dark...I’m so, so sorry.”

“Just tell me why,” you breathed back.

“Because I missed you so much,” he told you. 

“That doesn’t make any sense,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “If you missed me, why would you ignore me?”

“I couldn’t ask you to be with me again,” he said. “It wasn’t fair.”

“Elaborate on that.”

“I wasn’t sure that I was going to be successful,” he said. “I didn’t know if I wanted to have a career in electronics, and music was still something so unsteady. All I wanted was to be with you again, but I didn’t want you to give up home and security. I didn’t think I was worth it.”

“So you thought the solution was to just shut me out?” you said. “Without even telling me why?”

A tear slid down your cheek, catching you by surprise. Gently, John brought his thumb to your face and wiped it away. The feeling of his touch made goosebumps erupt over your skin and sent a shiver down your spine. And yet, anger sat on your stomach. 

“That is a piss poor excuse, John,” you spat.

“I was a kid,” he argued.

“We’re the same age, and I knew better,” you said. 

“I said I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what else I can do.”

You held his gaze for a moment. You didn’t know what else he could do either. Your feelings weren’t clear to yourself. You weren’t sure you were at a place where you could forgive him. As you looked into his eyes, you wanted to. You desperately wanted to. His eyes flicked down to your lips. Slowly, he began to lean forward. Your heart hammered against your chest and cheeks warmed as he inched closer. You were suddenly absurdly aware of his hand on your face. His eyes began to close and you pressed your hand to his chest.

“John, wait,” you said, sounding even less sure than you felt. 

He opened his eyes and looked at you questioningly.

“I can’t do this,” you told him. “I don’t know how I feel about you.”

His hand trailed down to your neck, his fingers grazing your sensitive skin. You sucked in a breath. He noticed, but he let you off the hook.

“I know how I feel about you,” he said. “I don’t like the ice queen we met earlier this week. But the woman you are beneath that is someone I’d like to know again.”

He pressed his lips to your cheek and you closed your eyes at the contact. When you opened them again, he was pushed the door to the closet open. He offered his hand so he could help you out. You accepted, needing the balance to step over all the items on the floor. As you headed to the front of the building, you said nothing else to each other. When you reached the door, you faced him again.

“Have a good evening, John,” you said.

“You too, Y/N,” he replied.

He gave you hand a small squeeze and then left. You took a deep breath and went out the door. The sun shone. The sky had cleared.

Thursday Maybe you should get your shit together

You sat in the studio taking notes, your eyes flicking between your notebook and John. He occasionally looked back at you, in which case you would look sharply away. You had to bite your lip to keep from smirking. You couldn’t tell if he noticed or not. 

You were a little embarrassed at how quickly the band hand begun to sway your opinion. You usually considered your opinion resolute. Perhaps it was growth that you could change your mind. About Queen, and the desires of your own heart.

Suddenly, Charles walked in. He was carrying your notepads from the last three days and looking livid. He waved them in your face. You shot him a confused and offended look. 

“What?” you snapped. “Is there a problem?”

“You’re damn right there’s a problem!” he cried. “Is this really all you’ve got from the last three days?”

“That’s three notepads full,” you replied. “You really think I’m keeping stuff from you?”

“Do not sass me, girl!” he shouted. 

Quietly, the band came into the room, though neither you nor Charles noticed, too caught up in the argument to see. 

“Don’t call me girl!” you retorted, getting to your feet. 

“Look, I didn’t give you this assignment so you could give me this choir boy version of the band!” he continued. 

“Roger literally does coke on the second day, but yeah, I got choir boys,” you spat. “I’m writing the truth -”

“LISTEN!” he bellowed. “I told you I needed an exposure! Something to fill the headlines! A take down piece! So unless you wanna put some heels on and fuck me for an hour, you better stop acting like a little bitch!”

It was like all the air was sucked out of the room. The words had hardly left his mouth when John tackled him to the ground. He drilled his fist into Charles’s face repeatedly. You watched through teary eyes as John defended you. Blood burst from Charles’s nose as John’s fist made hard contact, over and over again. Charles was resisting weakly, blindsided by this attack. 

“John!” you cried, reaching for him. “Stop! Stop it!”

Brian grabbed your arm to keep you out of it. Freddie and Roger stepped in to drag John off, but he struggled against them. You stared at him, amazed and horrified. Charles got slowly to his feet, shaking as he peeled himself off the floor. He glowered at John, breathing heavily. Then he wiped his bloody face with the sleeve of his shirt. 

“You will be hearing from my lawyer,” he growled. He rounded on you. “And you, little groupie whore, are fired.”

You blinked, letting a tear fall down your cheek, and bit your lip to hold back the sob threatening to escape from your throat. Charles spat on the floor before limping out of the room. Roger flipped him off as he held John back. Freddie just sighed. Brian turned eyes on you.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you choked out. Then you looked at John. “Let him go, guys. I need to speak to him.”

Freddie and Roger released John’s arms. He shrugged them off and followed you out of the booth and down the hall to an unoccupied office. John looked expectantly at you as you turned to face him.

“Close the door, please,” you requested. 

He did. As soon as it clicked shut, you flared up.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you demanded. “We’ve spent all week despising each other and now you’re fighting some guy because he insulted me?! Who are you?! I don’t know where your head is at at any given time! How can you -”

He cut you off with a searing kiss. Your eyes fell shut as his lips moved against yours and you plunged your hands into his hair. It was frenzied and needy, all teeth and tongue. His hands slid over your shoulders before he grabbed your breasts and squeezed. You moaned into his mouth, feeling like you might faint.

He pulled back from your lips to pepper kisses down your neck. He nipped at your soft skin before swirling his tongue around the same spot to soothe it. High, breathy moans fell from your lips as he went. You pressed yourself closer to him and you could feel his hardening cock against your stomach. It sent a powerful jolt of arousal to your core. Your panties dampened.

“Mmm, John,” you sighed.

When you said his name, it fanned the fire in him. He grabbed you roughly, turned you around, and pushed you against the desk. You let out a small squeak of surprise as he bent you over. He yanked your skirt up around your waist, revealing your legs and thong to him. You shivered as the air hit your warm skin. John ran a hand up the back of your thigh, making you tremble with anticipation. He moved his hand away only to bring it back down sharply on your ass. The sound cracked like a whip in the empty room and a guttural moan tore from your throat. It only made you that much wetter. 

“So damn strong willed, Y/N,” John growled into your ear, rubbing your stinging skin. “But this is what you really want, isn’t it? Someone to take care of you?”

You judged yourself a little for the pathetic whine that came out of your mouth. He wrapped his arm around you and dipped his hand into your underwear. Quickly, he ran his fingers up and down your slit, coating them in your wetness. 

“Oh, God,” you moaned as his pointer finger found your clit. 

You took hold of his arm, gripping it tight as the pleasure built. He made light circles on your clit, picking up speed with each rotation. 

“F-fuck, John!” you cried. “Feels so good!”

“I see the way you watch me play,” he teased. “How badly you want these fingers inside you, princess, huh?

“Please, please, please,” you begged. 

His middle finger nudged your entrance. “Fuck, you’re so sexy begging for me.”

Finally, he sank it into you. You groaned and your head slumped forward, lost in the feeling of it. He pumped in and out of you, slowly at first as he curled his finger into your g-spot. The heel of his hand put pressure on your clit and you saw stars. 

“So bloody proud,” he said, kissing your shoulder softly. “But so needy.”

You couldn’t answer him. Your brain couldn’t even form words. His hand was working you right up to your orgasm. When he added a second finger you nearly screamed. 

“M’close,” you mewled. “So close, John - fuck!”

You were clenching around his fingers, hurtling toward the edge. He sped up. You were grateful for the desk beneath you because your legs completely gave out. 

“Go on then,” he encouraged. “Cum for me, princess.”

His permission was all you needed. You came completely undone with a choked cry of his name, riding out your high on his hand. As you came down, your whole body shook. He kept his hand at your center, lazily stroking your folds. 

“Ready for my cock?” he asked, grazing your clit again and making your hips twitch. 

You nodded. 

“Need to hear you say it,” he urged. 

“Yes, please, John,” you whined. “Want you to fuck me…”

You caught your breath as he unzipped his trousers and pulled your thong down to your ankles. You moaned when he pressed his tip against your entrance. All your senses were heightened by the pleasure coursing through you. The head of his cock right at your core, the silky feeling of his shirt against your back, the tickle of the ends of his hair on your cheek. All of it was just John. 

He pushed slowly into you. He was quite big, but you were so wet, he met little resistance. You groaned as he entered. He filled you up, bottoming out inside you and he stopped so you could adjust. 

“You’re so tight,” he hissed. “Fuck.”

“Move, please,” you told him. 

He didn’t need to be told twice. He started at an easy pace, but quickly picked up. He must have been needier than you realized because his cock twitched inside you. So he was close. His finger found your clit again, circling it to the rhythm of his hips. His free hand gripped one of yours, interlocking your fingers. He pounded into you, his tip hitting your g-spot and making you whimper with every thrust. 

“Can I - hng, fuck - can I cum inside you?” he asked breathlessly. 

Just the thought of it made you squeeze around him and he let out the filthiest groan. 

“Yes - oh, God - yes,” you practically sobbed. 

One, two, three more thrusts, and you finished together, his hot cum coating your pulsing walls as he collapsed above you. You were shivering from the intensity of two such rapid orgasms, so his weight warmed and stilled you. He pressed his lips to your shoulders and neck, easing you down before he pulled out. You whimpered at the empty feeling. Then he pulled your underwear back up and readjusted your skirt. There was something touching about him redressing you before tucking himself back into his pants. 

You just barely managed to push yourself off the desk. “John...that was…”

“Sorry I just pounced on you,” he said, looking at the floor. 

“No, don’t apologize,” you said. “You were...you were incredible.”

“I just had to have you,” he replied bashfully. 

You smiled. “John, I’ve never…”

His brow furrowed. “What?”

“I’ve never orgasmed from a partner before,” you admitted. 

“What?!” he gasped. “Never?!”

“That’s what I said,” you replied. 

“Even when we - y’know - before?”

You laughed. “John, we were teenagers. No, I didn’t fucking cum. But you certainly made up for it now.”

It was his turn to smile. Then, he took your hand and pulled you close to kiss him. He was softer now. All anger and frustration gone. He rubbed your sides before wrapping his arms around you and just holding you close. 

“Next time, we’ll make love properly,” he said into your hair. 

“There’s going to be a next time?” you questioned. 

“If you’ll let me,” he returned with a smirk. “You proud little thing.”

“I’m not so proud,” you said. “I did just let you bend me over a desk and fuck me.”

He chuckled. You returned to a comfortable silence and holding each other. You dug your fingers into his shirt as he embraced you. You buried your face in his chest. The girl you were - one who was hopeful, sweet, and romantic - was clawing her way out to meet the stronger woman you became. John’s return to your life showed you that they could exist together. His arms around you reminded you that she was a part of you and though you had changed - you both had - she was a remarkable and formative part of your story. 

“I’m sorry again,” he said, pulling away to look in your eyes. “For letting you feel like I didn’t care about you. I thought about you all the time. And when your letters stopped, I hoped that you had found something that made you happy. I have only ever wanted that for you.”

You cupped his face in your hand. “I know that, John. I forgive you.”

“I like this woman, Y/N,” he said. “Who you are. Can we get reacquainted some more over dinner?”

“I would like that very much,” you said with a smile. “And I suppose it’s not a conflict of interest anymore since I’ve been fired.”

“Oh, shit.”

You shrugged. “It’s alright. I’m a good enough writer that I’ll get another job. Plus, I was going to have to eat my words and I really didn’t want to.”

“You were?!”

You nodded. “So thank you, John. You spared me that.”

He only laughed. You kissed him again. 

“Actually, I think I will write the story,” you said. “We had an agreement. I’ll sell the story to another magazine. When the public eats it up, Charles will be sorry.”

He grinned, kissing your forehead. Then you left to go to your dinner date.

Friday I look pretty, I’m lookin’ pretty in my dress

The next morning, you woke up next to John. Your dinner date went well, and you brought him back to your apartment for more of what you called “making up for lost time.” You gazed at his sleeping face and wondered at your own heart. How quickly this man had softened you. You couldn’t help pressing your lips to his chest. But when you got close to him, you noticed that he was hard. You stifled a giggle and then gently nudged his chest. 

“John,” you said. “John, wake up.”

“Ugh,” he groaned. “What is it, love?”

“Can I touch you?” you asked sweetly. 

“Fuck, yeah, of course,” he said. 

You sat up, straddling him across his legs. You brought your hand to his cock and just stroked it with your finger, looking up at him through heavily lidded eyes. You kissed his chest again. Softly, you nipped at his collar bone before trailing down to his tummy. Your tongue flicked out at the places that made him moan. When you reached his hips, you wrapped your hand around his shaft and he arched up with a soft gasp. 

You never understood what men loved so much about fucking a woman’s mouth. You understood even less why women willingly gave men head. It brought them no pleasure. For the first time in your life, you willingly took a man’s tip past your lips. The beautiful little whine that came out of John’s mouth made it make sense. The knowledge that you made him feel this good was incredibly hot. You rubbed your thighs together for some friction. 

You lowered your mouth onto him, taking him all the way down until his tip hit the back of your throat. You hummed around him and he whined, holding himself back from bucking up. He had no idea how grateful you were for his allowing you control in this situation. You bobbed up and down, taking his cock as deep as possible with every stroke. 

“Fucking Christ, Y/N,” he sighed. “Your mouth is incredible.”

You didn’t answer, but kept going. You couldn’t believe what giving him this kind of pleasure was also doing to you. The sounds me made, the way he looked with his head thrown back and mouth hanging open...it was sexy as hell. 

You reached up to massage his balls and he couldn’t stop his hips from jumping at the contact. He apologized, but you waved him down. You continued. He finally pulled you off him because he was so close. 

“S’okay,” you said. “I want to finish you off with my mouth.”

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned. 

You smirked before taking him down again. You went a little faster now, eager to get him there. His chest became as flushed as his cheeks. 

“Ah - Y/N - I’m -” 

He didn’t need to finish his sentence, as he released inside you. You swallowed as you worked his cock through his high. He panted beneath you. You came up with a soft pop and showed him your empty mouth. 

“Oh, God,” he shuddered. “You’re so sexy.”

“That was fun,” you said with a smile. “You got so worked up.”

“It felt good,” he returned simply. 

“I never understood before why blowjobs were fun,” you told him.

He just looked quizzically up at you. 

“Never mind,” you said, shaking your head. 

He didn’t press you, which you appreciated. You didn’t want to talk about that now anyway. Without warning, he gripped you by the hips and flipped you over. You yelped with surprise. 

“What are you doing?” you wondered. 

“Returning the favor,” he said. 

He kissed your lower tummy, exploring your skin and making you giggle. Then he turned his attention to your thighs. You rocked your hips up toward him impatiently. 

“Relax,” he said. 

“I didn’t tease you like that,” you reminded him. 

“Never said I was playing far,” he shot back. 

Even so, he finally licked a stripe up your slit, making your hand jump to his hair. He swirled his tongue around your clit and you sucked in a breath. Your heels dug into the mattress as he built up speed. Then he lined up his fingers with your entrance. 

“So wet already,” he said. “You enjoyed sucking me off that much?”

“Shut up,” you groaned. 

He chuckled and returned his mouth to your throbbing clit. He pushed two fingers inside of you and curled them perfectly. It was almost overwhelming how good he made you feel. No one had ever gotten you this aroused before. You couldn’t even get this hot on your own. John brought out something primal in you that made you just melt to his touch. He knew what the fuck he was doing and did it well. Your toes curled as heat spread through you. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. 

You looked down and met his gaze. His pupils were blown wide with lust, but adoration lingered behind it. He kissed your clit as he maintained eye contact and you nearly finished from that.

“John, please,” you whined. 

“Don’t hold back for me, Y/N,” he said. “Fucking cum if you need to.”

“Faster,” you instructed. 

He obeyed. He devoured you like a starved man as his fingers pumped in and out at an almost brutal pace. Your mouth fell open and you began writhing beneath him. 

“John - John - oh - fuck!” you cried. 

“Like I said, cum when you’re ready,” he told you again. 

“Close,” you sobbed. 

Your orgasm washed over you, your body jerking as is wracked through your muscles. John let you ride it out on his face. When you stilled, he crawled back over you, kissing you deeply. You tasted yourself on him. 

“You want to keep going?” he asked. “I could get it up again if you want.”

You shook your head. “After yesterday, last night, and now I can’t take anymore.”

“Alright, love,” he said, settling beside you and pulling you under his arm to spoon. 

“Don’t you have to be at the studio?” you wondered. 

“We can lay here a while longer,” he assured you. “I don’t…” he trailed off.

You turned your head to look at him. “What?”

“I don’t want you to ever again feel like I’m abandoning you,” he said sheepishly. “Even for the small stuff.”

“Oh, John,” you sighed. “Thank you.”

When you did go to the studio, you arrived together, hand in hand. Roger, Brian, and Freddie looked at your hands, then your faces, and back again. 

“What’s this?” Freddie asked. 

“We got reacquainted,” John said. 

You beamed. 

“Who is this?” Roger questioned, looking at you. “A smile? Who are you and what have you done with the real Y/N Y/L/N?” 

“The real Y/N Y/L/N is whoever I want her to be,” you said. “I’ll still call you a pixie, Taylor. I’ll just smile while I do it.”

“That sounds more like it,” he returned with a smirk. 

“Well, Y/N, what are you doing here?” Brian asked. “I mean, you were fired.”

You explained to them what you told John. You were going to write the article as a freelance writer. You were certain another magazine would be interested. 

“And what is this article going to say?” Freddie wondered. 

“You’ll have to wait and find out,” you said. “It’s not ethical to let your subjects read the piece before it’s published.”

“It’s also not ethical to fuck your sources,” Roger pointed out, grinning. 

You and John exchanged shocked looks. 

“You weren’t exactly quiet,” Brian said. 

Your face went bright red as Freddie laughed. Before long, you were all laughing with him. It was rather funny. 

As they prepared for their day, you took out your paper and pen again. You weren’t sure exactly what you were going to say about Queen after seeing what they did. You weren’t sure how you could convey their style and friendship. You weren’t sure you could get it all in one article. But you knew you would somehow. There had to be words to describe Queen. 

That night, Freddie hosted a party at his house and invited you to attend. You told John you would meet him there, since you weren’t sure who else was going to be there and you still had to pitch the article. 

As you got ready in your room, throwing on a beautiful red dress with some strappy heels, you became a bit nervous. You wondered if Charles had told others in the industry about what happened. But you didn’t know how you came out of it looking like the bad guy if he told the truth. That was the hang up. Had he told the truth?

You decided firmly to forget about that and just have a good time tonight. What would come, would come. You had faced much worse and stayed strong. You could do so now.

When you arrived at Freddie’s, he answered the door. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek before leading you inside to meet some of his other friends. It was crowded, which made you nervous, but you kept your eyes peeled for John. When you entered the living room, you spotted him. His smile faltered as he saw you in your dress. You couldn’t help but smirk.

He walked over, a hungry look in his eye. “You look incredible.”

“Thank you,” you said with a grin.

He kissed your cheek. Your skin lit up at his touch.

“The dress looks great, but I really can’t wait to take it off you,” he whispered in your ear.

You shivered as you took his hand. Roger approached, so John just slipped an arm around your waist and faced his friend.

“Wow, Y/N,” Roger said. “You clean up nice.”

“You too, Rog,” you returned. 

You chatted and mingled for the night. The whole time, John was at your side, with a hand on you. Whether it was your waist, your back, your arm - it didn’t matter. You felt him there with you. Reassuring and safe.

You went back to your place afterward, unable to keep your hands off of each other. By the time you were through the door, your dress was halfway off and John’s shirt was undone. Your mouths crashed together as your hands roamed each other’s bodies. Then he pulled away.

“Y/N, hold on,” he said. “I want to talk to you about something.”

Your brow furrowed as you looked at him. “What is it?”

“What do you want from this?” he asked.

“What?”

“I love what we’re doing,” he said. “I’m just wondering if it’s...more than it is.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“Are we in a relationship?” he asked outright.

He was suddenly the John from home. Unsure, but hopeful. You vividly recalled the day he first asked you to be his girlfriend. He was so shy and a bit awkward. You were so endeared by him. You felt that again as he looked at you now. Overwhelmingly, you wanted to be his again. 

“I know I hurt you before,” he said. “So I understand if you’re hesitant, but -”

You cut him off with a sweet kiss. 

“John, if I didn’t want to be with you, I wouldn’t,” you said. “As it is, I do. So, if a relationship is what you want, then that’s what I want too.”

His smile was like sunshine. You could have melted into a puddle right there. Then, of course, he absolutely ravished you.

Two Weeks Later

“Have you all seen this?” Roger wondered as he entered the studio, carrying a fresh magazine.

“Y/N’s article came out?” Brian asked.

Roger nodded.

“How’d she do?” Freddie questioned.

“Listen,” Roger began. “‘Queen is a unique band made up of unique individuals. Their differences work together to create some of the most cohesive work in rock music. No matter the year or the style, Queen sounds like Queen. And not just because of frontman Freddie Mercury’s unmistakable and outstanding voice. The work of guitarist Brian May, drummer Roger Taylor, and bassist John Deacon are vital parts a body of work that is more than signature. It’s a fingerprint. All of this is made possible by the professionalism and hard work of one of the greatest rock bands I have had the pleasure of seeing in action.’ She goes on, of course.”

Brian took the article and scanned it. “She really is a great writer.”

“I’m just glad she’s on our side now,” Freddie said. “What do you think, Deaky?”

John shrugged. “What can I say, I’m proud of her. That’s my girl.”

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E1, E4 and E5 with either Brian or Gwilym 😍😍😭 love your writing ❤

E1 Painplay + E4 Sensory deprivation + E5 Extreme bondage

Other Warnings: high power vibrator use, strong dom/sub dynamic (dom name used is “sir”, various sub names used), overstimulation

“Remember, if this is too much, all you have to do is say ‘pineapple’ and I’ll stop instantly. Got it?” He asked, pacing around you, though the only way you could tell was the sound of his footsteps, the blindfold he had put on you blocking any optical sensations besides darkness. He had you completely tied up, your wrists bound and secured above your head to the hook on the ceiling of yours and Gwil’s “playroom”, some rope around your tits to heighten the sensations you were about to feel.

“Yes, sir.” You responded, gulping as you awaited his first move.

“Okay, good girl.” He said, rotating the wrist of his hand holding the flogger, prepping himself mentally for what he was about to do, reminding himself that right now, pain is equivalent to pleasure for you. And then, you felt a mild sting on your breasts, your head lolling back as you whimper from the sensation, your arousal flowing between your legs and threatening to drip down the soft, supple skin of your thighs. Then, you felt another, slightly harsher, strike, this time making your body slightly jerk forward before he struck again, and again, and again, not giving you a resting period until he reached five.

“Thank you, sir.” You said, catching your breath as he watched how content you were with all the sensations.

“Good girl, remembering your manners. I think you deserve a reward, baby girl.” he said, and at that moment you heard one of your favorite sounds - the loud vibration of your hitachi wand turning on, along with the “oof” that escaped Gwil’s throat as he got on his knees, one of his hands moving your left leg to rest over his shoulder as he put the vibrator to your clit, almost instantly overstimulating you as he slowly rubbed it in circles. You couldn’t help but rock your hips, the feeling incredible as your orgasm approached fast, moans and profanities flying from your mouth at a high volume as pleasure coursed through you.

“Fuck, that’s it baby, cum for me.” He encouraged, his voice soft even though the pleasure he was giving you was so close to clitoral torture. You were almost there, your hips rocking frantically until the dam finally burst inside you, wave after wave of pure, intense pleasure ebbing through your body, radiating outwards from your cunt it seemed, your knees buckling as feelings of overstimulation took over and Gwil finally turned off the vibrator, though it was abrupt and made you gasp from the change in feeling.

You could tell your clit was numb and would be sore in the hours to come, but it sure as hell was worth it.

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i saw her standing (dancing) there.

(brian may x reader)

warning: alcohol consumption, passing out, cuddling, cuteness, fluff

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you stood, well danced, towards the front as this fairly unknown band echoed in your ears. as the night went on and songs got heavier she peeled her eyes away from the men on stage and focused on just dancing to the music. little did you know the band had taken notice to you and your eccentric 'dance like nobodies watching' movements. the song you'd gotten lost in came to an end and you opened your eyes looking at the stage to find the guitarist staring at you. you blushed immediately and he looked away glancing at the frontman who gave him a wink as the drummer announced the next song and the crowd errupted in cheers.

soon enough the show came to an end and you cheered excitedly and rushed over to the bar to get a drink dehydrated from all your dancing.

backstage freddie huddled up the band.

"you all saw that girl dancing in the front right." brian asked nervously playing with his guitar strap.

"yeah what about her?" roger asked lighting his cigarette.

"well i rea-." brian took a deep breath.

"can you be my wingman?" he turned to freddie and roger and deaky walked off laughing at brian's shy antics.

"of course darling now let's go find her." he smiled ruffling his long hair and confidently walking out to the floor of the pub scanning the crowd.

you sat at the bar with your drink swirling your straw around catching your breath making small talk with a man who approached you.

freddie spotted you at the bar and smiled.

"there she is bri." he pointed and brian nodded.

"can you chat her up for a second? i have no idea how to start talking to her.." he groaned crossing his arms.

"i have the perfect plan." freddie smirked and began pushing through the crowd excitedly he saw you talking with a below average bloke and came up behind you tapping your shoulder. you perk up and turn around letting out a small gasp.

"oh hello! great show!" you smiled before taking a sip of your drink ditching the man who was now behind you.

"thank you dear, you certainly seemed like you enjoyed it by the way you were dancing." he joked softly and you flushed.

"i'm freddie, what's your name darling?" he asked.

"y/n" you said flashing him a smile you glanced behind him to see the curly haired guitarist head quickly snap in another direction.

"well y/n." freddie stepped out of the way revealing brian.

"this is brian, our magic fingered guitarist." freddie raised his eyebrows giving you a wink as brian flushed at the comment. he extended his hand towards you.

"hi." he smiled and you shook his hand smiling back at him.

"you're an amazing guitar player." you complimented slowly letting go of his hand he stepped alittle closer to you.

"you're a great dancer." he complimented you back and you laughed softly.

"i try to have fun." you paused before looking out on the dance floor of the pub.

"do you want to dance with me?" you asked setting your now empty drink down.

"oh i-uh- sure! but i dont really dance well." he laughed nervously and you stood up from the bar stool taking his hands.

"thats silly! dancing is just fun moving." you smile pulling him into the crowd on the dance floor and dont let go of his hands. you both danced terribly until you began to feel yourself getting tired you leaned up to his ear.

"can we sit?" you asked and he nodded quickly leading you over to a booth where roger and deaky were already sat talking.

"rog, deaky, this is y/n." brian introduced you as you both sat down. you didnt let go of his hand as you sat until rog extended his for a shake.

"you're the girl who was dancing in the front row!" roger laughed and you rolled your eyes. deaky smiled extending his hand as well.

"you seemed like you really enjoyed our music." you nodded quickly and leaned slightly into brian.

"probably my favorite show i've ever been to!" you smiled and brian looked down at you noticing the genuine light behind your eyes as you spoke about the music.

"the bass lines and the drum beats were like nothing i've heard before you both meld so well together!" you paused and turned to brian.

"and your guitar playing was amazing plus freddies vocals he sounds like an angel!" you giggled and looked at brian who was just smiling listening to you.

"well bri we're going to head out for the night." deaky smirked raising his eyebrows at him.

"dont do anything i wouldnt do." roger winked and they slipped out of the booth leaving the both of you alone. brian took a sharp breath and looked back at you to see you yawning.

"it's getting late huh.." he trailed rubbing the back of his neck and you nodded. you usually werent a sleepy drunk but this booth was so warm and almost quiet that you felt like you were being lulled to sleep.

brian brought his arm up and wrapped it around your shoulders bringing you closer to him you smiled and wrapped your arms around his torso pressing your cheek to his chest. he felt his heart rate rise as you became so much closer to him and he willed himself to relax into you. you slowly fell asleep in his arms and he just sat there with you until freddie quietly slipped into the booth.

"success?" he laughed gesturing to your sleeping form draped over him. brian nodded giving him a small thumbs up. he looked at you while you slept admiring how your eyelashes rested on your cheeks and your hair framed your face. he tucked it behind your ear and pressed a kiss on your forward.

"if i didnt know any better it would look like she was your long time girlfriend or something." freddie joked beginning to stand up. brian just nodded not removing his eyes from you.

"should i take her home? i dont know where she lives." brian asked softly. freddie laughed gently.

"sure but dont scare her, she's gonna be freaked out when she wakes up in the morning." freddie giggled walking away. brian nodded and smiled down at you. he reached his arm around you and picked you up bridal style. in your sleep you snaked your arms around his neck and nuzzled your face into his chest. he carried you out to his van full of equipment and set you in the passenger seat you whined softly at the lack of warmth from brian's body.

he climbed into the front seat and drove home as smoothly as possible to not wake you. he parked and got out picking you up once more and taking you up the stairs to his shared apartment with roger. brian opened the door looking around. no sign of roger being home yet. brian let out a sigh of relief and took you to his bedroom. he layed you down in his bed and took your heels off. he tucked the covers in around you and before he could pull away you lifted your arms and pulled him down ontop of you.

"stay and cuddle." you mumble and run your hands through his hair. he blushed and kicks his shoes off eagerly climbing into bed with you. he stays still as you decide the position hugging close to him your head buried into his chest you continued playing with his hair until you fell asleep. he stayed away running his fingers up and down your arm taking shallow breaths he smiled dopily. he finally passed out.

the morning sun pushed itself through the curtains and straight into your eyes as you slowly woke up confused you immediately shot up hitting your head on the headboard you groaned and fell back down your head hitting brians chest you squeaked and he quickly woke up.

"shit!" you said quickly and covered your eyes with your hands.

"i'm so sorry i just- how'd i get here? did we?" you asked confused and brian quickly cut you off.

"you fell asleep on me last night, we didn't.. do anything." he reassured sitting up and getting a good look at you as you pulled your hands away from your face he smiled.

"you're really pretty." he laughed and your face flushed.

"thanks." you tucked your hair behind your ears and stared at him.

"you're really handsome." you smiled at him before getting up out of his bed. he did the same beaming a brighter more confident smile.

"i'll make us some breakfast." he said leaving the room quickly rushing to the kitchen you followed after him rearranging your dress so it was back in its normal place. you walked in the kitchen to find brian cutting up an apple as the kettle began heating up. you looked around his apartment before sitting down at his small breakfast bar watching him. this whole scene was so domestic you let out a soft sigh and brian turned around.

"you alright?" he asked pushing a plateful of cut apples infront of you.

"yeah thank you." you smiled at him and he poured you both some tea. he walked over sitting next to you.

"sleep well?" you asked lightheartedly expecting a no.

"yeah, best in months actually." he smiled at you and you blushed looking down at your plate.

"that's nice to hear." you giggle and he reaches over grabbing an apple off the plate infront of you.

"would you like to go on a date with me sometime?" he asks softly and you perk up nodding quickly.

"i'd love that!" you say nodding and his canines peak out in a bright smile which makes you smile back at him. you look around the counter and grab a pen and napkin writing your name and number on it.

"here's my number." you smile handing him the napkin and he stands up walking over to his fridge putting it up on the door. you glance over at the clock and sigh.

"i have to head to work soon." you frown resting your chin in your hand. he also frowned.

"do you want me to give you a ride home?" he asked turning back towards you and flashing a hopeful smile. you immediately nod.

"i'd love that." you smiled and leave the room going back to his bedroom you grab your shoes and walk back out to find him grabbing his keys and slipping his clogs on.

"ready?" he asked and you nodded following him out the door. he opened your car door for you and climbed in the drivers seat. he turned on the radio and the beatles 'i saw her standing there' played through the radio and he tapped his fingers on the wheel to the claps you tapped your foot both of you mouthing along to the words until you both were softly singing along with the song. you smiled at him and he smiled back you. you cut in during the song giving him directions until you finally arrived and he stopped the car.

"thank you for the ride." you smiled at him.

"it was no problem." he laughed gently still tapping to the beat.

"i'll be waiting for your call." you smile leaning over and kissing his cheek before jumping out of the van and rushing up to your apartment. his cheek went red hot and he stared down at the steering wheel gathering himself before he quickly drove to freddie's apartment for pointers on what to do next.

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i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope y'all enjoy it, i'm gonna try and write every day this summer but i'll probably miss a few days here and there, it would mean the world to me if y'all could reblog i'd love to start writing people's requests if you have any

[tangerineflowers]

Calculator Girl

authors note: im a dumb bitch excuse my shite skillz, theres a dom bri and a sub bri in this first is dom second is sub if you have a preference:)

summary: you meet in physics and brian always lets you borrow his calculator, eventually roger tires of brian always talking about 'this cute girl in his physics class' so he invited her to a gig. bri takes you home and things get alil hot and heavy.

content: fluff, flirting, making out, infatuation, jealousy,

you met at uni, you sat next to eachother in physics and you never brought a calculator so you always borrowed his. this led to light conversation and eventually when your birthday rolled around and you came to class he bought you a calculator then 10 minutes after giving it to you he hurriedly attempted to explain that he actually liked sharing his calculator with you and that you could still use it and he hoped the gift didnt come off as rude.

"y/n oh god i just realized-i wasnt trying to- you can still use my calculator- i like sharing with you i did-" you cut him off by putting your hand on his shoulder and reassuring him that it was a cute gift and you liked it. class ended and when you said your final thank you to him you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek that the band would never hear the end of. when roger finally got tired of hearing brian gush about you he decided to hunt you down one day finding you through your roommate he invited you to a local cafe to study with brian, but when you arrived you saw the both not only had brian but a shorter blonde man adjusting his necklaces and giving him a pep talk.

"alright bri, be yourself except be confident you got this c'mon!" he glanced up and noticed you walk in quickly pulling away from brian and giving him a not so subtle wink.

you approached the table giggling at what you walked in on and taking a seat next to brian giving a shy introduction to roger and a hello to brian,

"hi brian-" roger quickly cut you off saying,

"i'm roger" he extended his hand towards you and you shook it gently before roger shoved himself right between you and brian, he made an effort to be quite flirtatious toward you to make brian jealous but you playfully shut down his efforts taking notice to brians tensed jaw and white knuckles around his pencil and calculator. you looked past roger at brian and tapped him on the shoulder asking to borrow his calculator for a moment making sure your fingers brushed as he handed it to you.

"brian could i borrow your calculator?" you said softly before delving into another math problem. as you did this brian whisper yelled at roger that he didnt like him flirting with you but roger cut him off tapping you on the shoulder and inviting you to a show that night.

"y/n how would you like to come see our band perform tonight?" you looked over at brian raising an eyebrow

"i did know you were in a band brian?" brian got flustered and answered meekly,

"yeah i am its just a weekend thing with a couple of friends, freddie, deaky, rog here, i play guitar." as he said this you took notice of his hands maybe staring a bit too long. you looked at his watch for a moment before noticing the time. you had to get to class and gave them both kisses on the cheek as a goodbye brians lingered there for a moment longer before you rushed out of the cafe getting to class.

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you put on your favorite outfit as you got ready for the concert and made a bigger effort with your hair and make up, you never really tried that much to look attractive in class so you decided to play it up for tonight. you and your roommate pushed your way to the front waiting for his band to come on stage and you took notice of the raucous crowd excited for the performance but most excited to see brian. when the band entered you scanned the whole band before settling on brian. a magically flamboyant frontman with the voice of a god. a bouncy flouncy cheeky bass player with great hair, roger the blond hair blue eyed flirt from earlier and brian. his curly hair was like a halo around his angular face you noticed his eyeliner settling for staring at his pillowy lips for a moment. you loved his outfit a white shirt with bat wing arms cradling his red guitar. though you would never say it outloud you stared at his pants for way longer than you should have. by the time you finished scanning him the first song started. you made eye contact with brian flashing him a smile. he smiled back, the girls surrounding you all melted. you laughed slightly and watched his fingers on the fretboard glancing from his fingers to his face as he sang back up vocals as he played. you watched him throughout the whole show and roger noticed. the moment it ended he rushed over to brian telling him that you were totally checking him out.

"bri! I swear!" roger raved.

"I sincerely doubt it rog." brian was completely unaware of the feelings you both shared for eachother.

"if you don't go out there and buy her a drink then.." he paused and his face fell into a mischievous grin.

"i will. you've got 10 minutes!" he smirked and thumped brian in the chest before galavanting off leaving brian with his thoughts and a deadline. the adrenaline in his veins from a stellar performance pushed him to pack up his red special and rush out to the bar to find you.

you and your roommate make your way over to the bar but before you can order a drink brian approaches you and your roommate disappears talking to another friend. brian smiles at you tapping you on the shoulder and you quickly swivel around smiling and giving him a congratulatory hug and a kiss on the cheek. his face flushed pink as you did so and he hugged you back hands resting on your lower back. you pulled away and began rambling about how amazing he was.

"you are so talented i almost cant believe it!" you laughed excitedly on an adrenaline high from the loud music.

"i- thank you y/n. i really appreciate it." he smiles down at you his head pounding from the loudness of the bar he leaned down by your ear to ask,

"would you like to go somewhere quieter?" you nodded quickly and he helped you off the bar stool leading you through the bar with his hand ghosting over your lower back sending shivers up your spine. when you get outside you're immediately hit the by the cool autumn air sprinkling goosebumps all over your arms. brian noticed and looked around trying to find another place to talk that would be warmer.

"we should uh... its really cold do you wanna go.. to my place?" brian suggested meekly. you flashed him a bright smile.

"id love too." you said and took his hand walking home with him, during the walk you both discussed the show and your other interests. you quickly arrived back at his appartment and you both rushed inside. you walked over and nervously sat down on his couch.

"i'll make us tea to warm up." brian suggested making a beeline for the kitchen and quickly brewing up some tea. you nodded and waited for him to come back. he returned and sat down on the couch next to you putting his arm on the couch behind you. you continued talking about various things getting closer and closer to eachother you rested you hand on his knee and played with his hair for a moment until your face was inches away from his and you made eye contact both glancing at eachothers lips he leaned in and kissed you. you brought your hands to his shoulders and he brought his to your cheeks. thats what solidified it for you. this wasnt just a hook up to either of you. his thumbs grazed down your cheeks and he touched your neck putting his hands in your hair. you deepened the kiss opening your mouth and things began to get hot and heavy.

brian leans you back into the squishy couch hovering over you by leaning on his hand by your waist almost trapping you under him. you didnt mind though, this was exactly where you wanted to be ever since you'd seen him on that stage. your arms wrapped around his neck and his knees were between your legs as he began kissing down to your neck his hand snaking under your back holding you as he kissed all over your chest and neck. you tilt your head back letting out soft whimpers as he kissed your sweet spots. what made your breathing stop momentarily though was when you felt his teeth grazing over your collarbone and he began to leave a few dark hickeys up the side of your neck making you moan and squeeze your legs together. he brought his lips back to yours kissing you less sloppily and being more deliberate with every move he made on you. you ran your hands into his dark chocolate curlys kissing him slowly. what you both hadn't noticed during this steamy make out session was that the boys had come home. the door opened and brian looked up at the band like a deer in headlights quickly sitting up as freddie and deaky burst out laughing.

"the one time bri has a girl we call it an early night" he laughs walking across the room and sitting on a couch adjacent to you two.

"seems like we're interrupting something fred." he giggled mischievously before freddie got a better look at you and gasped dramatically.

"its the calculator girl from his class! aw!" freddie gushed and rubbed brians shoulder, brian was mortified during all of this staring at you apologetically as you felt the same until you heard freddie refer to you as calculator girly you sat up from under brian blushing.

"you talked about me?" you giggled looking at brian for an answer before deaky chimed in with,

"it was never ending." he laughed and freddie stood up laughing excitedly he walked towards the kitchen saying,

"well i'll leave you love birds or snog bogs to it!" he joked and deaky left the room as well. brian's face was bright red embaressed and he looked at you worriedly.

"you talked about me?" you asked leaning towards him excitedly and wrapped your arms around his neck as he snapped out of his trance of embaressment.

"yeah.." he said nervously as he tried to figure out where he should put his hands. you looked down moving his hands to your waist you move him so he's sitting on the couch correctly you straddle him and kiss him sweetly.

"i talked about you to roommates too!" you said before gently kissing him again bringing your kisses down this side of his neck and leaving him a couple hickeys his jaw dropping and head tipping back as roger slowly entered the apartment with a random girl on his arm. brian heard the door and shot back up letting out an annoyed groan as rog gave him a silent thumbs up as he rushed to his room. you noticed the interaction and laughed softly.

"we just cannot get alone can we?" you tucked his hair behind his ear and whispered sweetly.

"let's go to my room.." he said picking you up from your current position straddling his lap and walking past the kitchen bringing you to his room he layed you on the bed noticing both of your eye lids begin to get heavier. you looked at him alittle worried before asking.

"could we.. insead of..-" brian caught your drift and nodding letting out a yawn as he pulled his show shirt off.

"could i borrow a t shirt?" you asked taking your shoes off and setting your earings on the dresser. he nodded pointing to the open drawer as he slipped a shirt on. you took your shirt off and slipped on of his on and unbuttoning your jeans you slid those off as well. once you were down to just panties and one of his shirts you sat on the edge of his bed. brian climbed in his bed and glanced at you.

"care to join?" he joked opening his arms you quickly climbed under his sheets and into his arms laying your head on his chest and resting your hand on his side tracing patterns. he snaked an arm to your him and took a deep breath as you both fell asleep.

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[tangerineflowers]

if i didnt believe in you

(brian may x reader)

authors note: this is a song fic based off the song if i didnt believe in you from the last five years that absolutely breaks my heart and i love it. this is a super complex and well written song i definitely reccomend you listen to it as you read as well as still hurting:)

imma try and be grammatically correct and capitalize my letters like a good writer™️ but heres some angst.

italics are in the past

reader is a failing actress btw

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You and Brian were a classic friends to lovers. A cute trope that made your life a funny story for interviewers.

"So how did you two meet?" She asked resting her chin on her hand cocking her head towards Brian as he sat between John and Roger on an uncomfortable couch under the hot lights of the studio.

"We were actually childhood friends really close as children less so as we had gotten older but remained in contact." He summarized, "I finally got the courage to admit my feelings almost 10 years after meeting Y/N." He chuckled looking down at his ringed finger.

You watched him from off stage cheeks pink. Whenever he talked about you in interviews your heart always swelled forgetting how much he truly loved you and how lucky you were to have a down to earth, humble, selfless rockstar. It was unheard of.

He came off the stage of the studio and immediately wrapped his arms tightly around you burying his face into your neck you held onto him tightly. You giggled tangling your fingers into his dark curls and holding him close to you. After that show he took you back to the hotel and you had the most simple, romantic evening of sweet nothings and champagne.

That was two years ago. Queen's fame had continued to sky rocket. It was well deserved. But what came with fame was so many parties. You barely had a night alone with Brian anymore. Always a performance or a party or a recording session. At first you would accompany him to everything. But you had your own life and your own dream you were trying to pursue. But now here you stood in the middle of your living room back turned to Brian as he began to get frustrated with you. You refused to go to another party with him and he refused to go without you.

"There are people!" Brian flailed his arm towards the door. "And they are releasing our record, And there's a party that they're throwing." He tried his best to keep the anger in his voice at bay as he dumbed down the situation for you.

"And while you've made it very clear that you're not going." He took a breath. "I will be going. And that's done!" Brian slowly walked over to you sitting on the couch behind you head in his hands.

"But what's it really about?" Brian mumbled. "Is it really about a party, Y/N? Can we please for a minute stop blaming, And say what you feel?" He pleaded with you staring at the back of your head hands shaking with frustration. You just stared straight ahead as he spoke looking at the wall infront of you as you digested his words and his tone.

"Is it just that you're disappointed To be going again to a party that isn't about you?" He sneared and that stung. That made your throat close and your chest clench.

"Did you think this would all be much easier, Then it's turned out to be?" You still didn't answer him afraid of the words he spoke and the words floating around in your head.

"Well, then talk to me, Y/N, Talk to me." Brian said looking at you. His eyes burning into the back or your head.

"If I didn't believe in you, We'd never have gotten this far." He mumbled as if he was reading the thoughts straight from your brain. You were so insecure you felt like you would never make it in the industry and he knew it.

"If I didn't believe in you, And all of the ten thousand women you are!" He let out something between a breath and a laugh and you just shook your head looking down at the floor. He stood up and walked to be infront of you.

"If I didn't think you could do, Anything you ever wanted to, If I wasn't certain that you'd come through somehow, The fact of the matter is, Y/N, I wouldn't be standing here now." He gestured to himself and you just shook your head looking back down. He went down on his knees infront of you and put his hands on your thighs.

"If I didn't believe in you, We wouldn't be having this fight, If I didn't believe in you, I'd walk out the door and say, "Y/N, you're right" But I never could let that go Knowing the things about you I know Things, when I met you 14 years ago, I knew." He went up higher on his knees and pressed his hand to your cheek.

"It never took much convincing, To make me believe in you." He smiled at you hoping to get one back. You stood up quickly walking away from him he followed you his voice growing louder as he yelled through the house.

"Don't we get to be happy, Y/N?" He called after you quickly catching up you stopped and you both stood in the hallway.

"At some point down the line, Don't we get to relax?Without some new tourist, To push me yet further from you?" He put his hands on your cheeks and you brought your hands up to his forearms grabbing onto them.

"If I'm cheering on your side, Y/N! Why can't you support mine?" He said loudly and you quickly pulled away walking towards your bedroom to change.

"Why do I have to feel, I've committed some felony, Doing what I always swore I would do?" He called following you

"I don't want you to hurt, I don't want you to sink, But you know what I think? I think you'll be fine! Just hang on and you'll see- But don't make me wait till you do, To be happy with you." He yelled following you into the bedroom as you took of your earrings

"Will you listen to me?" He snapped hitting the shelf next to you he grabbed onto your shoulders and yelled.

"No one can give you courage! No one can thicken your skin! I will not fail so you can be comfortable, Y/N! I will not lose because you can't win!" He stared at you as you began to cry and he slowly let go leaning against the wall and dropping his head. He took a deep breath as you stayed frozen silent.

"If I didn't believe in you, Then here's where the travelogue ends, If I didn't believe in you, I couldn't have stood before all of our friends, And said, "This is the life I choose- This is the thing I can't bear to loseTrip us or trap us, but we refuse to fall" That's what I thought we agreed on, Y/N." He said softly. He lifted his head and stared at you.

"If I hadn't believed in you, I wouldn't have loved you at all." He looked in your blank eyes and walked back towards you wrapping his arms around you he pulled you into a hug before mumbling.

"Now why don't you put your dress on and we'll go, okay?" He said his voice dripping with sweetness. He changed tactics effortlessly you'll give him that. You quickly pulled away and stared up at him. Everything he had just said was about him. She'd be nothing without his belief. You scoffed and shook your head storming away from him.

"Y/N?"

"Can we just do that please?"

"Please?!" He screamed and it echoed through the house. The next thing you heard was glass breaking before you slammed the front door leaving him alone to go to that stupid party.

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i hope you enjoyed:)

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Ben Hardy- Pierced

requested: Hello! It’s nice to see you back!! If you’re up to it could you maybe write something with Ben x reader where he comes back like 2 months of filming and you surprise him and got nipple piercings 🙊🙊💛💛

A/N: hi so it’s currently 12:08 in the morning and i’m trying to write this but tbh i would never pierce my nipples so having a hard time getting it all together SO it’s kinda a drabble headcannon thingy instead but hope u enjoy :) also i have like 14 requests so for the ones i’m not motivated for they are just gonna be drabbles like this sorry :( 

warnings: cussing and smut ig

-Ben had spent the last two months filming 6 Underground (a huge achivement tbh)

-(Y/n) wanted a sort of gift to get him as a “congrats!! you’re really making it big!!”

-She didn’t want to go with an actual gift because Ben was always hard to shop for and she wanted it to be personal and meaningful

-While trying to decide, her mind wondered to what their first night together when he gets home would be like

-”Holy shit” 

-nipple piercings!

-it was an old memory of the one of the few times her and ben had watched porn together (they had done this very few times bc why watch a video of sexual stuff when you can do the sexual stuff to eachother ??)

-ben mentioned how he always wanted to be with a girl with nipple piercings, going on abt how the coldness of the metal would feel good or smth & he had joked abt how (Y/n) should get them 

-so that’s what she did

-the night ben flew back in from filming it was 3 am and he had told (Y/n) repeatedly that she didn’t need to pick him up from the airport 

- “it’ll be too late and dark and I don’t want you out by yourself”” etc, etc

-of course she was there waiting for him anyways

-since it was so late and she didn’t give a fuck, there was no bra under her shirt, making the piercings very noticeable (although ben was too tired he didnt really see them until they hopped in the car)

- “what’s that”

-he poked at her chest before (Y/n) could start the car to leave the lot

-she lifted her shirt to show him

- “holy shit” 

-ben’s eyes darkened and he pulled her in for a kiss

-(Y/n) moved herself over the console and into his lap

-ben tugged her shirt over her head then his came next

-next thing you know their car was rocking back and forth in the airport parking lot as she rode ben, trying to make up for lost time

-ben pulled her close, feeling the metal against his chest

-and they stayed that way until they finished

-the end :)

-hi yes this was bad i’m very tired and scared of nipple piercings sorry :(

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Could you maybe do a WarrenxReader where the Reader is super bubbly and sweet and basically like a Disney princess (wears pink, blushes all the time, maybe her mutation is being able to talk to animals) and seems incredibly innocent, like no one makes dirty jokes around her or anything, and Warren is all angsty and dirty and rough, but they're secretly dating, (and if you don't mind, they're having like real rough/kinky sex) and then everyone finds out that they're together and are spooked

hey!! so i’m really swamped w school work and other requests so i’m just gonna write a little drabble for this rn !! thanks for requesting ily!!

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(Y/n) had started at the school about two months ago. Her first week was a little rough, not seeming to fit in with most of the students. Her constant smiley attitude and “look on the bright side” personality seemed to annoy most. She had managed to get close to a few of the girls in her grade, Jean and Jubilee, who then introduced her to their other friends. 

“Hey guys! This is (Y/n)! She’s new so be nice,” Jubilee said, “Looking at you, Warren.”

“Who’s Warren?” (Y/n) asked, face red from all the new people staring at her.

Jubilee pointed to a boy spread across one of the couches in the common room. His knuckles were bloody, hair ratty, and leather jacket studded. 

“Oh, hi.”

“Hey, princess,” he said with a snarky tone.

(Y/n) faced burned more.

Jean spoke up, “Stay away from her, Warren. Wouldn’t want her to get tainted by the likes of you.”

Over the next month, (Y/n) got settled in and adjusted to her new group of friends. She was especially intrigued by Warren. Something about him- the look, the attitude. He was intoxicating. Finally she couldn’t take it. After a standard Friday night bonfire party she had kissed him, the taste of cigarettes on his tongue. He had kissed her back, pushing her up against a tree, leaving her breathless. 

Warren and (Y/n) had ended up stumbling to her room, lips pressed together the whole way there. Warren ended up handcuffed to her headboard as she rode him, hips grinding down on him. 

“Fuck, princess!”

“Jesus- Warren!”

Her headboard slammed into the wall repeatedly as the pair got closer to their climaxes. (Y/n) bounced harder, Warren thrusting up to get deeper in her.

(Y/n) leaned down as she clenched around Warren, bringing him to his finish. She sucked a hickey onto his neck as she finished around him. Breathing hard, she climbed off and disposed of the condom. She slipped on Warren’s shirt and before she could uncuff him there was a knock at the door.

“(Y/n)! Open up!”

She opened the door, not even thinking twice about it. On the other side stood Jean, Scott, and Jubilee. 

“We were trying to play cards in my room, but there was so much noise! What the fuck was that?”

A laughed left Warren’s mouth before he could stop it. The three students at the door looked behind (Y/n) to see Warren- naked and handcuffed to her bed.

“Uh, hi.”

“Oh- what the FUCK!”

(Y/n)’s cheeks turned red, “We were just-”

Jean shook her head, “Nope, don’t want to know what kind of fucked up shit y’all are doing. Just please be quiet.”

Jubilee’s jaw was still hanging open, “B-but? But how? He’s- and you’re- what!?”

Scott dragged Jubilee back to Jean’s room, “You guys, uh.. have fun, I guess.”

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I know this is short, but pls enjoy!! 

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Bucky Barnes- Hold Me

requested: Omg yay! Yes I have a request for Bucky! my idea is that the reader is tonys adopted daughter who’s like 22/23 she’s an avenger and she has sleeping problems due to some trauma and she spends most nights in the kitchen having coffee but one night she goes down and finds Bucky? And he can’t sleep either and they share all their secrets and stuff and it’s all fluff and then they fall asleep on the couch and Tony finds them but he thinks it’s cute? Idk

warnings: cursing, kinda dad!tony

word count: 1000

A/N: this is my first time writing for bucky so pls dont roast me !! also this took forever im sorry school has been KILLING me

ALSO!! dedicated to my girl @thoughtlesspace bc she loves seb and its her bday today and i love her

(Y/n) laid awake in her bed, tossing and turning as she did every night. It was the dreams that kept her up. She figured life would’ve gotten easier when Tony took her in a few years ago right before she turned 18, but being affiliated with the Starks was just as difficult, maybe even more so. 

Just a few months ago, she had been hit while driving, the man getting out of his car and trying to break into hers. It was obviously not an accident. (Y/n) couldn’t get that day out her head. The loud words of the man planning to hold her for ransom, his hands throwing her from the car. If she hadn’t been so close to the compound, who knows where she would’ve ended up. 

She had Bucky Barnes to thank for that. He had been taking his usual nightly jog to try and clear his head when he heard the crash. He had decided to investigate further and saw (Y/n) being tossed to the ground. He easily intervened, slamming the man into the car like it was nothing. 

That was her first solo interaction with Bucky. She had tried to get more conversation out of him after that night, thanking him constantly for saving her life. He would just nod and head off to his room for some quiet. She had even tried to thank him with food and get him talking then, but instead he silently took a muffin she had made and wandered off again. 

(Y/n) assumed he was just being modest and perhaps still adjusting to this new world he’s stuck in. After that she had lost hope in making a new friend. 

She tried to shut her brain off from thinking about the man who attacked her in her car. Every night for the past two months she had been up thinking about it. And every night she found herself in the kitchen with a cup of tea, trying to calm herself. 

(Y/n) pulled herself out of bed and wandered down to the kitchen, her blanket wrapped around her shoulders and trailing behind her. Once in the compound kitchen, she turned on the electric kettle and grabbed her usual mug. 

(Y/n) took a seat on her usual bar stool, cup in hand and she slowed her breathing. Suddenly, she heard a noise from the staircase leading to the living room. 

“Fuck!” Someone whisper-yelled. 

Standing up, she moved to follow the noise. Reaching the staircase, she looked down and saw Bucky picking up pieces of a broken dish from the bottom of the stairs.

“What are you doing?”

“Wha- oh! Hey, sorry. Dropped a bowl.”

(Y/n) climbed lower on the stairs, “Why are you up so late?”

“Can’t sleep. Needed cereal.”

She hummed,  helping him carefully pick up the large pieces.

“Careful now, doll.”

(Y/n) glanced up, meeting his piercing eyes and red cheeks.

“Sorry- just, careful. ‘S sharp.”

She stood up again, “I’ll get a broom.”

(Y/n) returned, handing him the broom and watching him carefully sweep up the mess.

“You know, I think this is the longest conversation we’ve had.” 

Bucky laughed quietly, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Wonder why, hm?”

He laughed again “My fault. I’m a little on the quieter side.” 

She nodded, smiling softly at him as he put the broom to the side, plopping down on the couch. “I’d like that to change. Get to know you some more.”

Bucky shrugged, “Not much to know.” 

She sat down next to him, pulling her legs under her, “Oh come on,” she pushed his shoulder, “Tell me about young Steve, or the 40s, or anything!”

“I’ve got a lot on Stevie boy.”

“Oh please spill.”

Bucky jumped into a story about his and Steve’s first trip to Coney Island. He recounted how Steve threw up on the big wooden Cyclone ride, or how they spent all their money in hot dogs and trying to win prizes for some “dames” that they had to hitchhike back to Brooklyn. 

Hours passed as Bucky shared everything he could remember about his life before the fall. (Y/n) explained how different hers was before Tony took her in as a teen. 

“Damn,” Bucky check his phone, “4 in the morning, should probably get some sleep.”

“I can’t.”

“Dreams? Me too.”

“Really?” (Y/n) looked up at him, “Makes sense.”

Bucky nodded, “I’m always afraid I’m going to wake up back in the day, back in hydra. As if this is all a dream. I need something to keep me grounded so I just try to stay awake.”

“I- I could keep you grounded, if you want?” Her voice was quiet as she proposed her thought.

“You- really?”

“Sure. And I mean, I feel really safe around you since I watched you beat the fuck out of that guy- I could probably sleep too.”

He nodded, ears burning slightly. He made the first move, laying down on the couch and pulling (Y/n) on top of him. Her arms wrapped over his chest as his held her. 

“Thank you,” he whispered. 

“Of course.”

The pair are woken up at 9 am by Tony poking Bucky’s forehead.

“What are you doing with her, Barnes?”

“Huh? Wha-”

(Y/n) rolled off of Bucky, standing up on wobbley legs, “Oh fuck off Tony.”

“Watch it.”

“Sorry, sorry. Nothing happened. Just finally got some sleep, which you had to ruin.”

“Hm. Sure. I don’t care, just hands above the blanket at all times, hear me Barnes?”

Bucky gave him a sleepy smile, “No promises, right doll?”

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Warren Worthington- Not Like This

warnings: underage drinking, cussing, that’s it lmao

word count: 1.4 K

A/N: i saw an episode of new girl with a plot like this and I LITERALLY WROTE THIS IN ONE SESSION LIKE I STARTED IT AT 6 AND FINISHED IT AT 7 IVE NEVER BEEN SO INSPIRED WTFFF also i’m still working on a warren smut BUT I HAD TO WRITE THIS ASAP

(Y/n)’s thoughts were pulled away from her homework as someone pounded on her door.

“Open up!!!”

(Y/n) hopped up, heading to the door, “What the fu-”

“Hey!” 

Jubilee pushed her way into (Y/n)’s room, hands holding two bottles of vodka.

“What the fuck? Why-”

“Guess what?! My senior friend just turned 18 so look what she brought me!!”

“No.”

Jubilee placed the bottles on (Y/n)’s desk. 

“Jubilee, no! One, we’re underage. What if the professor or Hank finds out? And two, I have so much homework!”

“Oh shut up! It’s Friday night. You can do your work tomorrow. Plus..... Warren will be there.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, letting out a huff as she sat down on her bed. 

“Isn’t he still dating Betsy?”

Jubilee laughed, “They were never dating- just hooking up.”

(Y/n) glared at her, “That doesn’t make it any better. And that doesn’t answer my question!”

She sat next to (Y/n) on the bed, “Jean said that Scott said that Warren said he dropped her. Said something about wanting to actually date someone, not just hook up.”

(Y/n) stayed silent, eyes trained on the bottles sitting at her desk. Her mind was running wild with thoughts of Warren. They had been very close their freshman year at the school, having shared four classes. (Y/n) had been unable to stop herself from forming feelings. She never once spoke of them to Warren, too afraid for the inevitable moment where he would say, “I like you, but as a friend.”

(Y/n) however, didn’t know that Warren had felt the same that year. And every year after. He constantly felt like he wasn’t good enough for her. Actually scratch that- he knew he wasn’t good enough for her. He figured the best way to suppress those feelings was to focus on other girls, a lot of other girls.

Even throughout his little fuck boy phase, (Y/n) was still his best friend. Except lately it had been different. He started to confide in Scott more. There were things he couldn’t share with (Y/n). They were usually about (Y/n) so obviously he couldn’t talk to her about how he’d had a crush on her since 9th grade. 

“(Y/n).”

“Huh?”

“I bet he wants to date you.”

“Shut up.”

Jubilee shoved her, “I’m serious! You guys are so close!”

“That doesn’t mean anything. We are just friends. Don’t get my hopes up.”

Jubilee hummed, not knowing what to say to that. “Well, he’s coming over here. The whole gang is.”

“Why is it always my room?”

Jubilee gestured like it was obvious, “You have the most furniture! More space for True American!”

(Y/n) sighed, leaning back, “You suck.”

“I rock! You should clean up before tonight, I’ll get the vacuum.”

It was now 9:30 and the whole “gang” ((Y/n), Scott, Jean, Warren, Kurt, Ororo, Jubilee, and Peter) were almost done with one of the bottles. 

They were in the middle of true american, a drinking game Peter had made up his first year at the school. The game was usually utter nonsense, but seemed even worse now that everyone was tipsy. They had been playing for an hour, each person still in the game was stationed on a piece of furniture to avoid the hot lava (the floor). 

Peter downed his shot, “High stakes round for the remaining players! Kiss and tell!”

(Y/n), Ororo, Warren, and Jean (the remaining players) followed suit, downing their vodka, “Kiss and tell!”

“Okay,” Peter slurred, “Doing the count, okay?”

Warren placed his cup down on the desk he was standing on, “No one do three! No one do three!”

Peter cleared his throat, “Doing the count! Three, two, one!” 

As he counted down everyone put a number on their forehead using their fingers. 

Miraculously, it seemed as though no one had the same number. 

“Warren! (Y/n)! You’re up!” 

Warren stood up straight on the desk, “What?! I said don’t do three!”

(Y/n) looked at her hand, clearly holding up two fingers, “I didn’t!”

“Huh?,” Warren looked at his hand, holding up two fingers as well, “Oh! I forgot to do three.”

“Stupid!”

Peter started chanting, “Kiss and tell! Kiss and tell!”

“No! Come on, we’re too drunk for this!”

(Y/n) hated to admit how hearing Warren protest hurt her feelings. 

“You know the rules, kiss and tell or you’re out! And this is high stakes! We’re up to $20 in the pile.”

Warren groaned, hopping off the desk, being safe from the lave because of “kiss and tell.” 

(Y/n) climbed off her nightstand, following Warren towards the corner that over the past few months has been named “the kissing corner” for this reason exactly. 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Peter started the chant, getting everyone else to join.

Warren placed his hands on (Y/n)’s shoulders awkwardly. “I don’t want to do this.”

Ouch, she thought.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“I don’t want to though.”

Ouch again.

“Just kiss me! Or we’re both out.”

“No!”

“Warren if you get me out of this game I swear to God!”

“I don’t want to!”

Peter clapped his hands together, “Come on! Don’t be a pussy! High stakes! High stakes!”

“Just do it, Warren.”

Warren closed his eyes, slowly leaning in. 

“No- I, I can’t do this.”

“Oh come on! $20!”

“Just no, (Y/n)! Not- not like this.”

“W-what?”

(Y/n)’s eyes were wide, trying to understand what that meant.

“N-nothing. Just- just..” 

Warren’s cheeks were bright red, and not just from the alcohol. He let go of her shoulders, pushing past her and out the door. 

“What?” (Y/n) felt like she was rooted to the spot.

“So.. Warren is disqualified! (Y/n), you’re still in and we can do another round of the count for kiss and tell.”

(Y/n) looked at Peter and then back at the door, “No, I-I need to go talk to him, sorry. I’m out.”

(Y/n) ran out of her room, not even bothering to put shoes on, which was probably a bad idea because she immediately fell on her ass as she tried to run down the hallway in her socks. 

(Y/n) stood back up, deciding to walk around the school, hoping to find Warren somewhere. She first went to his dorm, knocking. She couldn’t hear anyone inside so she decided to move towards the back hallway. As she walked past the windows, she saw the stark white of Warren’s wings. He was sitting on a bench outside, staring off into the lake.

(Y/n) tiptoed outside, not wanting to be heard yet. She snuck up behind him before taking a seat next to him. He didn’t flinch at all, just stayed staring forward.

“Hey.”

Warren nodded, glancing towards her real quick before looking back towards the water.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry if I-”

“You didn’t do anything, don’t apologize.”

(Y/n) nodded, staring at the water with him. 

“So what was that?”

Warren shrugged, his face burning.

“Don’t just shrug. What did “not like this” mean? Not like what?”

“It’s nothing, (Y/n).”

She rolled her eyes, looking at him. “It’s obviously something.”

Warren huffed, “I- I just didn’t want to kiss you for a stupid game.”

“It wouldn’t have been stupid, we could’ve been in the running for $20 bucks!”

Warren let out a small laugh, “You don’t get it.”

He glanced towards her before looking down at his feet. 

“I like you, (Y/n). And- and I didn’t want to have our first kiss in front of all of them while getting drunk in a stupid drinking game.”

“Oh-”

“I’m sorry, that was probably embarrassing for you, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, Warren. It’s okay. I- um, like you too.”

Warren’s head whipped to face her, “Really? Like actually?”

(Y/n) nodded, giving him a shy smile. 

“Cool, cool, cool-”

“Cool.”

“Did you drop Betsy to date me?”

Warren’s eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“Well, Jubilee said-”

“Scott, that little bastard. I trust him with ONE secret and he tells the whole world.”

(Y/n)’s leg was bouncing up and down, “So it’s true?”

“Yeah. I mean- honestly I only ever got with Betsy to try and not like you, but it just made things worse.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I’m stupid.”

(Y/n) nodded, “Yeah.”

Warren elbowed her lightly, making her laugh. He turned to see her face. 

“C-can I kiss you now? Show you how I wanted it to be like?”

(Y/n) nodded, feeling speechless.

Warren slowly leaned in, eyes closed. His lips brushed up against hers lightly before the kiss became more firm. (Y/n) felt fireworks going off in her stomach and felt as though all the breath had been sucked out of her. She pulled away to get air.

“Wow.”

Warren laughed, kissing her cheek. 

“I wanted it like that. Just us. No games.”

“I liked that.”

“Me too.” 

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Bucky Barnes- Halloween

requested by @chxrrymoons Okay so I know the last request I did was a Halloween Warren one but I’m a sucker for a Halloween fic and since u write for Bucky I have no choice but to request! SO tony throws a massive Halloween party everyone is dressed up Nat brings the reader her younger sister and her and nat go dressed up as 40s women and when Bucky sees her he gets all nervous and he falls in love right there but every time he try’s to talk to her one of the guys is already taking to her? Like angsty/fluff??

word count: 1.1K

A/N: thank you guys for 500 followers !! i hit it a few days ago and i love you all 

Natasha had been going through a bit of a Judy Garland phase the past two months. She was obsessed with 40s fashion and immediately jumped at the opportunity to wear some classic clothes to Tony’s costume party. She also made sure to drag her sister along so she’d finally get to meet Nat’s work colleagues.

“It’s too much! I can’t wear this- I’ll look stupid.”  

“Shut up,” Nat said as she curled her short hair, “Everyone’s dressing up!”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Yeah, but you can rock this look.”

She stared at herself in the mirror, eyes on the flared red dress she was wearing. 

“Why can’t we do normal costumes? Like, I could just cut holes in your bed sheet and go as a ghost.”

Natasha stepped out of the bathroom, “Come on! You look cute.”

“Fine,” she sighed. 

The pair left Nat’s room, heading down three floors to party room. The room was already crowded with people, the Avengers standing out the most, obviously being the center of attention. 

Natasha pulled (Y/n) towards the pool table. Standing around it was Steve and Sam.

“Hey guys! Meet the sis!”

Steve stepped forward first, hand reached out to shake hers, “Heard a lot about you!”

(Y/n) nodded, eyes wide, “Yeah, yeah. T-thank you, Captain.” 

He smiled, “Please, call me Steve.” His eyes scanned up and down her body, “Wow, you look-”

“Stupid, I know. It was all Nat’s idea.”

“No! I was going to say nice. Very 40s.”

“Oh, thanks then. That was the idea.”

Nat broke off the conversation by pushing Sam forward, “This is Sam. Sam, this is (Y/n).”

He extended an arm that was wrapped in tin foil, “Nice to meet you.”

She shook his hand, “What’s with the foil?”

“Oh!,” he laughed, “This is my costume! I’m Barnes! And speak of the devil, there he is.”

(Y/n) looked over her shoulder, making eye contact with a brown haired man.

James Buchanan Barnes. She had grown up learning about him in school, the sacrifices he made to the war effort. She had also recently learned through Natasha about all the other things he had been through after the war. 

(Y/n) raised a hand, waving as Bucky walked towards them. As soon as her hand went up, he turned on his heel and headed back to the open bar he had just come from. 

“Oh, uh-”

“Oh, don’t mind him. He’s just a bit shy around pretty ladies.” Steve moved around the group, speeding off to bring Bucky over.

“Hey, Buck? Why’re you hiding out here? Come meet Nat’s sister!”

Bucky shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “She’s- she’s the one in the dress?”

Steve nodded, pouring himself another drink.

“She looks, god, she looks like the kind of girl I would’ve been seeing back in the day. Wow..” He trailed off, looking behind him as the girl laughed with Sam.

“She’s sweet. You should go talk to her.”

Bucky shook his head, “I’m not like I used to be, I can’t get a girl like that.”

Steve sighed, pulling out a chair and taking a seat next to Bucky, “You can’t say that, Buck. You’re a great guy, doesn’t matter if you’ve changed a little, you’re still great.”

“A little? Think I’ve changed more than a little, Steve.”

“It doesn’t matter! This is a great opportunity to get back out there! Go talk to (Y/n) before Sam gets to comfortable, huh?”

Bucky nodded, finishing the last of his drink before standing up. His face burned as he walked towards the pool table where Sam was showing (Y/n) how to shoot. Natasha seemed to have gotten distracted talking to Maria, so it was up to Bucky to introduce himself to her. 

Bucky made his way around the table, but made the mistake of walking directly behind (Y/n) and Sam just when she was hitting the ball. Her stick went back into his stomach. 

“Ow, fuck! Jesus-”

(Y/n) spun around, “Oh, God! My bad! A-are you okay? I’m sorry, just learning so not the best- didn’t mean to hit you though!”

Bucky stood up straight again, face even redder from embarrassment. “I-I’m, uh, I’m fine. Sorry for cursing, don’t usually do that in front of a lady.”

“Oh, uh, okay. I’m (Y/n).” She stuck her right hand out, waiting for Bucky’s left hand to grasp hers. He hesitated, not wanting to frighten her with the metal arm. He finally took a deep breath, introduced himself and shook her hand as gently as he could, afraid of hurting her with his unknown strength. 

“Wow, Sam. You’re costume is pretty accurate, huh?”

Sam popped up from where he had moved on to talk to Vision, “What? Yeah- no, my arm is way better than his.” 

Bucky felt his face grow hotter as he forced out a laugh, subconsciously tugging his sleeve further down his left arm.  

I don’t belong here, he thought to himself. She’d rather be talking to Sam, I shouldn’t even be here. 

“Anyways,” she turned back to Bucky, “You’re not dressed up?”

He shrugged, “Y-yeah, couldn’t find wings that looked stupid enough to go as bird-man over there.”

“Hey! I heard that Barnes! This bird man will beat your ass if you don’t watch it,” Sam yelled from down the room.

(Y/n) laughed, “I’d like to see that.”

Bucky smiled at her, eyes moving down to the floor again. “You look, I mean- you look great. Beautiful.”

“Oh-”

“Fuck, sorry, that sounded creepy didn’t it? I just meant- you’re very pretty. And your dress is n-nice.”

She nodded, smiling softly, “No, you’re fine! Thanks. Thank you.”

He bit his lip, trying to get his thoughts in order for a way to carry on the conversation. “Uh, yeah. Fuck, I’m sorry, I don’t do this much anymore.”

“Do what?”

“Try and talk to a pretty lady. You’ve got me a little tongue tied.”

“Oh wow, that’s- that’s really cute, okay.”

Bucky tilted his head slightly, “That’s not cute- that’s, that’s lame. I’m an adult, shouldn’t be sounding like a shy boy anymore.”

She rested her hand on his arm, “I think it’s sweet.”

“O-oh, then sure. Yes, sweet.”

(Y/n) smiled, looking around before meeting his eyes again, “Care to dance?”

“Dance here? Like, on the dance floor? With everyone watching?”

She nodded, “You’re really shy, huh?”

Bucky sighed, shrugging his shoulders as a response.

“Okay, well- come with me.”

She grabbed his hand (his metal hand, which definitely made Bucky’s heart stop beating for a moment) and led him into the empty hallway right outside the ballroom.

“How about here? Can I have this dance?”

His face burned as he nodding, his arms landing on her waist as hers snaked up to his shoulders.

Bucky felt as though his heart was going to explode as she laid her head on his shoulder. The pair danced as Bucky told story after story about the “good ole days,” (Y/n) hanging onto his every word for the rest of the night.

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Warren Worthington- Dream

A/N: i missed this bby!! thank you anon ily! also i keep having to reuse gifs i’m mad (he needed more screen time wtf i’m sad) also i’m writing this at midnight so yuh

requested by anon: im feeling dirty so warren smut? maybe him fucking your face?

word count: 1.4 K

warnings: smut obvi, cussing, underage drinking, uhhh not proofread? 

“7 minutes in heaven? How old are we again?”

Scott rolled his eyes before cracking open another can of beer. 

“It’ll be fun, come on Warren! It’ll be like a throwback to our younger days. Don’t be a pussy.”

Warren stood up, grabbing another drink. “I am not a pussy. I just don’t see the point! You’re already in a relationship, how could that be fun for you?”

Scott shrugged. “We’ll invite some others, have a little kick back. Get some more girls other than Jean over, maybe, Ororo, Jubilee... (Y/n).”

Warren sat down, “Shut up, Scott.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

He rolled his eyes, wings puffing out. “I know what you’re thinking, don’t. Just don’t.”

Scott moved to the other couch where Warren was seated. “Don’t you want to live out that little dream you had?”

“No! Shut the fuck up!”

Scott raised his hands in surrender. “There’s nothing wrong with it! Everyone gets urges, it’s totally okay. And I bet you could lay some real groundwork with (Y/n) tonight if you play your cards right.”

Warren stood up, face flushed. “Why- why did I ever tell you about that? That was so- so fucking stupid! It’s not going to happen- it shouldn’t happen. She would hate me if she knew I thought about her like that- it’s disgusting.”

“Listen man,” Scott sighed, rubbing his temples, “some girls could find a guy dreaming about facefucking them as a compliment, you know?”

“This is awful. I’m awful-”

“Warren! She’s not going to know about the dream, okay? But, maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll get to kiss her tonight and sort of test the waters, okay? Just relax.”

Warren nodded, sitting back down. “Okay, okay.”

[...]

Two hours later, the small living room was crowded with slightly tipsy teens. Jean was sitting close with Scott, making jokes in his ear. (Y/n), Ororo, and Jubilee were attempting to all play ping pong against Peter, but even with the three of them, they were unable to keep up. 

“Damn! You’re too good, Maximoff.” (Y/n) felt out of breath from the intense game. 

“I know.” Peter took a seat next to (Y/n) on the couch, throwing an arm around her before stealing a sip of her beer. 

Scott could feel Warren tense, even from across the room. “Okay! Let’s play a game! Who’s in?”

Jubilee raised her hand quickly, looking for anything to entertain her. 

“Wait, what game? I’m NOT playing monopoly with you guys again, last time took 6 hours.”

Scott rolled his eyes, “It’s not monopoly, (Y/n), don’t worry. Let’s play seven minutes in heaven!”

(Y/n) laughed loud. “Why would we do that?”

“Shut up and play. Get in a circle. Jean, can you grab that bottle?”

A bottle of beer was placed in the center of the circle. 

“This is so stupid-”

“Shut up, (Y/n)! Live a little, alright?” Jean raised her eyebrows at her, which (Y/n) only responded to with a tilt of her head, confused. 

“Warren, why don’t you spin first? You’ve been quiet.” 

Warren looked Scott dead in the eyes glasses, shaking his head slightly. Scott raised his eyebrows, making Warren give in. 

“Fine.” 

Warren reached out and spun the bottle. It went ‘round and ‘round, before stopping in front of (Y/n) so suddenly, almost as if someone had stopped it themselves. 

Warren looked up at Jean, eyebrows furrowed. 

What the fuck? Was that you? Did you stop the bottle?

“Maybe. Anyways, don’t be mad. You should actually be thanking me. How else are you going to be able to live out that little fantasy you had?”

I- what- what the fuck? Scott told you? I swear to God, I’m going to kill him. 

“Warren?” 

“Huh?” Looking up, he saw that (Y/n) was already heading towards the closet out in the hall. 

“Are you coming?”

Scott mumbled under his breath, “Oh- he will be soon.”

Warren made sure to kick him on the way out the door. “Yeah, yeah.”

(Y/n) opened the closet, squeezing into one side, trying to give Warren as much space as possible.

Warren closed the door behind him, only being able to see the outline of her through the darkness. 

“Hi.”

“H-hey,” he stuttered. 

“So-” “So-”

“Oh you go first.”

“No, you go.”

“Okay,” (Y/n) sighed, “So- um, Jean might’ve told me something about you- like, I don’t know- a certain dream?”

“Huh.”

“Yeah...”

“Wow, okay. I should’ve gone first.”

(Y/n) chewed her lip, “Why? Why’s that?”

Warren cracked his knuckles to calm himself down. “I was hoping I’d get to tell you I liked you before you heard about a creepy sex dream I had about you, that way at least I seem like less of a dirtbag.”

“Wait, you like me? Like actually? You don’t just want sex?”

“I mean,” Warren looked (Y/n) up and down, her clothes hard to make out in the darkness of the closet, “I do want that stuff, but you know.. more than that too.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Cool.”

“Sorry,” she shook her head, “it’s more than cool, I’m just- shocked? I don’t know, really. I- I like you too.”

“Oh, cool.”

She nodded, “Cool.”

A beat of silenced past as Warren tried to calm down the butterflies in his stomach. “So.. do you think I’m a dirtbag? Because of the gross dream-”

“It’s not gross.”

“Huh?”

“The dream- I mean, Jean didn’t get that graphic, but I don’t think the idea of me sucking your dick is gross.”

“It wasn’t- it wasn’t exactly sucking-”

“What does that mean?”

Warren shook his head, “Oh god, I want to die. Okay, it was more like aggressive than that, like- um.. facefucking..?”

“Oh-”

Warren’s head dropped, “I hate myself.”

“That’s not really gross either.”

Warren looked up at her so fast, he felt like he almost got whiplash. “It’s- it’s not?”

She shook her head, “Kinda hot..”

“Oh, cool!”

(Y/n) laughed, “Yeah, cool.”

Warren hummed, not sure what else to say. 

“Warren.”

“Mhm?”

“Do you want to right now?”

“Want to what?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “fuck my throat, dipshit.”

“Oh-i-” Warren felt blood rush to his crotch, “I mean- I, yeah?”

“Okay, good.”

(Y/n) dropped to her knees.

“Wait- can I like, kiss you first? Because I was really hoping just to kiss you tonight-”

She stood back up, pressing her lips against his. (Y/n) pulled away, moving to whisper in his ear, “You can do so much more than that, Warren.”

“Fuck- okay, good- cool.”

She dropped back to her knees, looking up at him through the darkness. 

Warren could feel his cock straining against his jeans. The thought of being able to do this to her was too much. Her hands moved up to unbutton his pants, sliding them down his legs. 

Her hands went to passage his bulge through his boxers, palming him slowly. 

“Fuck- please.”

(Y/n) stopped her movements. “No, I want you telling me what to do.”

Warren felt his dick jump. “Fuck okay, okay.”

She went back to palming him, waiting for another instruction. 

“Take- take my dick out, spit on it.” 

(Y/n)’s hands moved to slide down his boxers, revealing his length. His dick slapped against his stomach, rock hard. Her hands trailed up and down it, ghosting over it to tease him farther. 

Warren’s hands moved into her hair, tugging it back. “Spit on it.”

She did as he said, spitting on the tip, slowly jerking him off. 

“O-open your mouth.” 

Warren slowly slid his dick into her mouth. “F-fuck-”

(Y/n) swirled her tongue around the tip before he started thrusting. 

“Oh fuck- (Y/n)-”

Warren’s hips went deeper into her throat, hands pulling her hair. 

“S-such a good girl for me.”

Warren’s hands guided (Y/n)’s head all the way down his length. “Oh jesus christ- I’m close.”

(Y/n) hollowed her cheeks before humming around his dick. Warren began to thrust faster, his hips stuttering. (Y/n) tightened her throat around him. 

“Oh- fuck! Are you- are you ready?” 

She hummed in response. Warren thrusted into her mouth one last time before finishing down her throat. “Oh- shit”

He pulled out of her mouth, pulling his boxers and pants back up before helping (Y/n) off her knees. 

“That was-”

“You were-”

“Great.”

“Great.”

(Y/n) laughed, seeing how hard Warren was breathing. 

He ran a hand through his hair, “I can’t believe Jean told you about that- I’m going to kill Scott for telling her, and then I have to kill her for telling you-”

“I’m glad she told me.”

Warren looked at her, “Really?”

“Definitely. I needed a good throat fucking, so thanks.”

Warren let out a laugh, “Shut up!”

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows, “make me.”

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Warren Worthington- Bad Flirt

requested by anon: hi !! I love your warren imagine so much, i was wondering if you could write something where warren has to fight the reader but refuses to do it because she's his best friend/girlfriend, and he gets in trouble because of it ? (possibly with a happy ending 🥺) thank you !!

word count: 1.4 k

warnings: warren is a DICK, cussing, someone gets stabbed lmao but like it’s funny, also not proofread and lowkey shit lmaooo

A/N: so i had to change the request a little bit bc i didnt have any ideas for it but its similar ! also reader has an ice power ? i just saw a commercial for frozen 2 so yea that happened, also thanks for requesting !! ily

Warren was never the best with emotions. He believed it came from growing up in a love-less household, but maybe that’s just an excuse. After arriving at the school for mutants, Warren took a liking to a girl in his grade rather quickly.

Unsure of how to deal with this, he turned to his roommate Peter for advice. 

“Make fun of her a little,” Peter had told him.

“What? Why would I do that?”

“Shows that you’re confident and have personality. It’s a way of flirting, trust me. Tease her a little.”

Warren wasn’t too sure about Peter’s advice, but figured he would know more than him. 

Warren and (Y/n) shared three classes: history, biology, and their training sessions with Raven.

Warren took his time in history to test the waters of flirting, using Peter’s advice from the night before. 

He was seated behind (Y/n) in history class, where he made a comment about her brightly colored agenda book.

“Nice agenda.”

She turned around, giving him a smile, “Thanks! Keeps me organized.”

Warren put his head down on his desk, realizing he hadn’t teased her enough. 

Do I need to be meaner? What would Peter do?

Warren tried again in their 4th period class- biology. The first week was just spent discussing how mutations originated. 

Warren was stuck sitting all the way in the front of the class, with (Y/n) seated diagonally from him. 

As the teacher went around asking questions about students mutations, he waited for (Y/n) to answer so he could make a joke.

“Now, what about you, Ms. (Y/n),” the teacher said, standing in front of the board.

“I can make ice and snow. Pretty fun actually.”

Warren sat up straight in his seat. “Snow? What are you going to do? Scare the enemy with a snowman?”

It wasn’t the best joke, but it still managed to make most of the class laugh. He turned back, waiting to see her laughing, but (Y/n) had decided to bury her face in her textbook, waiting for her blush to go away.

She’s blushing! Girls blush when they like a guy! Atta boy!

Over the next few weeks of school, Warren continued to flirt make fun of (Y/n).  He always made sure to tease her for not having weekend plans like some of her friends, or about grades and mutations.

It seemed to be working! Warren recalled the time he pushed her back inside the school before she had a chance to step outside into the August heat.

“Watch it, Frosty! You’ll melt.”

She had turned around to face him, her cheeks burning (with what Warren assumed was a crush). 

“Thank you, Warren.” 

Of course Warren hadn’t caught her sarcasm, leaving him to believe he was making good progress with her. 

It had been about a week since that incident of the frosty the snowman joke, and Warren was only becoming bolder.

He wanted to make his final move after some last minute flirting in training.

When Warren entered the gym, he saw a few students stretching, (Y/n) standing with them. 

A few minutes passed and Raven entered the gym, explaining how they were going to do mock cage fights, made up of two students having to randomly fight each other while others watch for technique. 

“Any volunteers?”

The class was quiet, Warren’s brain busy trying to think of how he would tell (Y/n) about his feelings for her.

“Fine. I brought the hat.”

Raven waved around the baseball cap filled with names of slips of paper.

“Okay, up first is... (Y/n) and Warren. Hustle up!”

(Y/n) jumped up, hands already cold to the touch, ready to wipe the floor with that asshole. 

Warren stayed seated, “What? No, I’m not fighting her.”

“No choice. Get up.”

Warren slowly stood up, “What if I hurt her?” 

He truly was concerned about harming her accidentally (but he also figured he could throw in some flirting up until the fight). 

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here. And also- I’d like to see you try.”

Warren laughed, thinking she was flirting back. “Fine. Let’s see how much you can hurt me with your snowflakes.”

Warren stepped unto the mat, across from (Y/n), the class watching from the sidelines. Raven gave them a countdown and they began.

Warren moved around the mat, flapping his wings out to full size in hopes of impressing her.

Since he was taking so long, (Y/n) threw the first blow, throwing a large shard of ice right at Warren, stabbing him in the shoulder.

“Fuck! Ow- SHIT!” 

He crumbled to his knees, clutching his bleeding shoulder.

“(Y/n)!” Raven ran onto the mat, checking the damage. “Too far! Minor scrapes and bruises only!”

“But I-”

“No! Take him to the nurse, now!”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, staring at Warren, waiting for him to get up and follow her.

“Get up, it’s not that bad. Don’t be a pussy.”

Raven looked at her again, like she was about to smack her. “What is with this attitude? Do I need to run you until it’s gone?”

(Y/n) shook her head, sighing. She grabbed Warren’s other arm, pulling him up and dragging him towards the nurse. She didn’t drop his arm until they left the gym, afraid Raven might actually kill her.

“You- you CUT me!”

“Like you didn’t deserve it-”

Warren slowed his pace, eyes wide. “Deserve to be STABBED? What did I do to you?”

(Y/n) stopped her movements, looking him dead in the eye. “What did you do? You’ve been a dick to me since I met you! You make fun of me all the time and you’re just the worst! You deserved to get stabbed- you’ve been making my life hell for weeks.”

Warren felt as though his heart had stopped beating, “W-what?”

“You heard me.”

She turned around, walking faster towards the nurses room. 

Warren wanted to stop her, to apologize for everything, but he felt so small in the moment. He never meant to cause her harm- is that not how you flirt? Peter, you dickwad! 

They reached the nurse and (Y/n) stepped aside, letting him go inside alone.

“Are you not going to stay?”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “No. Why would I do that?”

“You are the one who did this to me, so-”

“Fuck you, you wouldn’t stay if you did something like this to me. You’d probably just laugh about it.”

Warren felt his throat tighten, making it difficult to speak without his voice cracking. 

“I w-would stay with you. A-always.”

(Y/n)’s face scrunched up, trying to read the emotion on his face. Somehow a mix of remorse and endearment.

“Whatever. I’ll sign you in, but then I’m going.”

He nodded, watching as she started to right his name on the sheet. 

The nurse entered from the back room, “Nasty cut that is! We’ll get you taken care of.” 

She looked towards (Y/n), handing her a towel. “Keep pressure on that. I’ll be back.”

“But wait-”

The nurse disappeared into the back room again, leaving (Y/n) to press a towel into Warren’s shoulder. 

They sat in silence for a minute until Warren found his voice again.

“You didn’t even say sorry.”

“Did you say sorry for being an absolute twat to me this entire year?”

He wasn’t expecting her to snap back to harshly, not like he didn’t deserve it. Looking back on it, maybe he was mean. 

Fuck me, he thought.

Another minute of silence passed. 

“I am sorry, by the way. I wasn’t trying to be mean.”

She looked towards him, “Then what did you think you were doing?”

“Um-uh, f-flirting?”

“What?”

“Peter said-”

“That is NOT flirting, Warren. That’s just being a dick!”

He hung his head, “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to. I swear, I’m not an asshole.”

“Sure, you’re not.”

He looked up at her, eyes burning. “I’ll leave you alone now, don’t worry. Once my shoulder heals I’m going to have to kill Peter for telling me that would work.”

She laughed a little, “Peter’s a fucking idiot.”

Warren nodded, “So am I.”

“Yep. You are.”

“C-can we start over? Please. I won’t flirt with you anymore, I promise.”

“I wouldn’t mind it if it was actual flirting, not bullying- but fine. We can start over as friends, but I reserve the right to stab you anytime you hurt my feelings.” 

“Deal.”

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Warren Worthington III- Rollercoaster

summary: sitting next to shy boy warren on a scary rollercoaster :))

word count: 1.3 K 

warnings: big nervous!warren (i missed this soft bird boy heheheje), cussing, that’s it

A/N: shout out to @kurt-nightcrawler her warren fic feather gave me inspiration to write for this cutie again so thank you ilyyy !!

“I am NOT riding that, no fucking way!” 

Jubilee turned on her heel, attempting to speed away from the ride. (Y/n)’s arm shot out, pulling the other girl back around. 

“Come on! Don’t be such a baby, it’s not even that high!”

Jubilee rolled her eyes, then looks bad up at the ride. 

Charles had finally allowed some of the older kids to get out of the institute for the day as long as they stayed together and were under adult supervision. Hank and Raven had been sent along with a few of the students to Coney Island for a nice day of riding roller coasters and playing all the rigged carnival games. 

(Y/n) and Jubilee had split up from Jean and Scott after getting sick of seeing them make out on every ride. Peter was roaming around with Kurt and Ororo, two of the newer students. 

Warren, another new student, had tagged along as well, following Peter around almost like a lost puppy. Ororo had proved to be quite friendly, especially after seeing her help destroy Apocalypse the year prior and had warmed up to the school quite well.  

Warren, on the other hand, was still just as quiet as the day he joined the school. His face was still tattooed, but thankfully his wings had been replaced once again by feathered ones, to make regular life less deadly for him, which also made him slightly less intimating. 

His quietness seemed impossible to break. (Y/n) often tried to start a conversation with him during class, hoping they could talk outside their large friend group, but the boy never seemed interested. 

“Hey!!”

(Y/n)’s gaze broke from the cyclone ride to look back behind her. Peter sped over to the bench her and Jubilee were seated on, leaving Kurt, Ororo, and Warren in the dust. 

“What’s up ladies? Mind if we join you?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Ladies? Wow, makes us sound like we’re 50, but sure, yeah Jubz?”

The other girl gave a nod, already smiling at Kurt as he approached. Jubilee soon looked behind Kurt and saw Ororo.

“Roro!! I didn’t think you’d be coming today!! Come on, sit next to me!”

(Y/n) let out a scoff, “What the fuck? I thought you weren’t going to ride it!”

Jubilee smiled, “Well, I have Ororo to keep me in the air if I somehow do fly out, so why not?”

“Then who am I supposed to sit next to? It’s seats of two... Peter?”

Peter’s hand grabbed Kurt’s shoulder, “Sorry, already taken. You can get Warren to ride it with you, though.” 

(Y/n) looked behind Peter and saw Warren drinking from a water fountain. 

She shook her head and whisper-yelled to Peter. “He wouldn’t want to ride it with me. He doesn’t even talk to me whenever we’re alone.”

“He’s shy! Give him a chance to open up!”

“What’s happening?” Warren joined the group circle, hands still in the pockets of his leather jacket despite the heat. 

Peter patted his back, “We’re riding the cyclone and you’re sitting next to (Y/n).”

His head whipped around to Peter at what seemed like record speed. “What? Why?”

Ouch, okay, she thought to herself. 

Peter punched his shoulder, “Dude, be chill.”

“Peter-” He whispered as he said the statement, his head shaking slightly. 

“Nope, come on, let’s go get in line.” 

Peter led to way to the line, with Kurt following fast. (Y/n) and Warren ended up at the end. 

“So.. you like rollercoasters?” 

Warren’s eyes stayed on the ground for another moment before looking up at her. “Not really. Scary.”

He talked to me, holy shit! 

“Oh, yeah, cool.”

He nodded, looking back at his shoes. A few minutes of silent had passed as the line slowly inched closer towards the ride. 

“D-do you like rollercoasters?” 

(Y/n) smiled at him before answering, “Yeah! Yeah, I do. Thanks for asking..”

He nodded once more. Head falling back towards the ground again, hoping to hide his red face. 

Get a grip, Warren, you look stupid, he told himself. 

Another few minutes passed as they were almost up to the carts. Warren tried to recall the pep talk Peter had given him before they left for Coney Island.

“I don’t think I’m going to go today. Too hot out.”

Peter shook his head and grabbed Warren’s arm, pulling him off his bed. “It’ll be fun, plus... you know who will be there.”

Warren pushed him away and sat back down. “Shut up.”

“Seriously dude, today could be a good chance to get close to (Y/n)! Think about it! It’s a classic date spot. Win her a teddy bear or something.”

Warren rolled his eyes, throwing his head back on his bed. “How could I give her a teddy bear when I can barely talk to her without stuttering or getting all red? She must think I’m some weirdo.”

“Actually,” Peter sat down on his bed, “She thinks you’re cute. Jubilee told me so.”

Warren sat up, “Really? You better not be joking, Maximoff.”

He raised his hands in surrender, “I’m not! I swear, I think she likes you, just give today a chance. Talk to her.”

Warren ran the conversation through his head, gaining some slight confidence as he thought about it. 

What do guys do to impress girls? hmm.. jackets!!

“H-hey, (Y/n), are you cold? Do you want my jacket?” 

She looked towards him and laughed a little. “It’s like 80 degrees out, Warren.”

“Oh, right, yeah.” 

Was that mean? Oh fuck, she thought. 

“But, thank you! For the offer..” 

Warren tried to give her a nice smile and ran his hand through his hair. 

Warren opened his mouth again to try to start a conversation but was cut off by the worker shuffling the two of them into a cart behind Jubilee and Ororo. 

“Arms up.” 

The pair raised their arm and saw the bar lower onto their thighs. The cart was a little small with Warren’s big wings. 

“Are you ready?” (Y/n) looked towards him, excitement in her eyes.

He shook his head, trying to let the words flow naturally. “Not really. I don’t like these things.”

She patted his arm, which was resting on the bar. “It’s okay, I’m here for emotional support.”

Warren gave her a smile before he felt the cart take off. They started heading up the first hill, their cart shaking as it went over the wooden tracks. 

“Fuck, okay, I want to get off of this.”

“It’s a little late for that, Warren.”

Warren could feel the head of the cart reach the peak of the hill, about to be sent down the track with super speed. “Oh god, oh god-”

The cart took off, racing down the hill. 

Warren felt his stomach jump, his hand shot out to grab (Y/n)’s, squeezing it tightly as they went through the rest of the coaster. 

The ride was over after about a minute, leaving Warren feeling sick. Their cart came to a stop back at the line station. A worker began to walk over and release the bar from each cart, allowing passengers to exit. 

“Arms up.”

Warren hadn’t noticed he was still holding (Y/n)’s hand until they both raised their arms simultaneously. He also hadn’t noticed that she seemed to be holding his back, having intertwined their fingers at some point during the ride. 

Warren dropped his arm back down, letting go of her hand and wiped both his sweaty hands on his jeans. He climbed out the cart, “Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

She followed him towards the exit. “It’s okay, you’re good.”

He nodded, slowing his pace so he could walk next to her. 

After they made it back outside to the front, she stopped. “Do you want to ride it again?”

“What? God, no.”

“Okay, well, then let’s go find another scary ride.” She took off, heading towards the drop ride.

“(Y/n), what? No!”

“Oh, come on, Warren! I want to ride something that will give you an excuse to hold my hand again.”

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could you do one with Warren where he is already dating the reader who is a omega level mutant and he is like “she could kick my ass and I would thank her”

A/N: thanks for requesting! since this is a small request and i don’t have a big idea for it i’m just gonna write a lil blurb, hope that’s okay! also reader basically has jean’s powers idk she’s my fav omega mutant so let’s just go w it

also! i work 7 hours tmr oof so i figured i’d pump this out rn in case i dont have time to write tmr :) ily

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“Target aim. That’s our focus today.” 

Raven walked from one side of the gym to the other, eyeing the current trainees. Targets were set up around the gym, some bigger, some smaller. 

“(Y/n), why don’t you go first? Give the other kids something to try and achieve, hm?”

(Y/n) sighed, stepping forward, facing a target on the other side. She was starting to get sick of always being the example for others. It was stressful. One slip up and she makes a fool of herself in front of the entire class. 

“What should I use? To hit the target, I mean.”

Raven paused her pacing. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a pen. 

“Ready?”

(Y/n) nodded, focusing in on Raven’s movements, waiting for her to toss the pen up. 

Raven’s hand swung the pen into the air. (Y/n)’s hand shot out. She could feel energy rushing through her whole body.

Right as the pen began to drop, it was shot towards the target, hitting dead center. It must’ve been less than a second of movement, but (Y/n) felt as though she was focusing on it for a lifetime. 

As she saw the pen shoot through the target, she let out a sigh of relief, finally able to drop her focus. 

“Nicely done.”

A few students clapped awkwardly. (Y/n) moved to return to her place in line, hating the fact that Raven drew attention to her like that. Before stepping back in line, she heard Warren’s voice break the silence.

“That’s my girl!”

(Y/n) couldn’t contain her laugh, “Shut up!”

She turned to where he was standing by the bleachers, simply observing the training class. His eyes were crinkled as he smiled. 

“Atta girl, (Y/n)! You’re killing it!”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh my god.”

“Really makes us wonder who wears the pants in the relationship, right?”

(Y/n) looked back to see Scott, standing slightly out of line, hands resting on top of his head.

Warren yelled back from the bleachers, “Oh shut it, Summers! She could kick my ass and I would thank her!”

(Y/n) turned back to him, “If you don’t stop YELLING- I WILL kick your ass.”

Warren stood up, “is that a promise?”

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