#cute moment where embarrassed flustered freddy watches as

[strawberrywindow]

larry walking into freddys apartment like "damn bitch you live like this"

#reservoir dogs #larry dimmick #freddy newandyke #freddy i love you but your apartment is gross #please put the spagettios in the trash #cute moment where embarrassed flustered freddy watches as #larry admonishes him and tidies up against his protests #larry doesn't want freddy living like that

[durmstrange]

Sweet Treat - George Weasley

Welcome back! This blurb is quite cute and I love it and coffee so much.  gif is not mine :)

Enjoy!

word count: 2,456

It had become rather quiet and secluded as you sat in one of the last shops in Diagon Alley.  All that seemed to be left was the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, Gringott’s, and the Leaky Cauldron, which tended to be full of questionable folks.  You didn’t mind this, though, because it was the only place you had to live at the moment.  Death Eaters ravished your home a month and a half ago, and took your belongings when you were not home, before setting fire to the homestead, leaving you and your cat, Lillian, homeless.  

Thankfully, the Leaky Cauldron allowed pets, because you would be heartbroken without your precious Lillian.  You were previously working at the Ministry, long before it had fallen, but now, you found yourself without a job and with no income.  All you had to your name was your parents’ inheritance and the cat you loved dearly.  Your inheritance was locked away at Gringotts and you had too much pride to dip into it too much.  Even clothes were currently sparse for you, given you only had three outfits left from the fire.  

Sadly, you sipped the coffee the Leaky Cauldron supplied for you and stared down at the rough wood table.  You felt so defeated and alone.  You knew the people you considered to be your closest friends were just up the road, running a successful business despite what was going on in the world, and you knew they were probably worried senseless about you, but you had too much pride and hurt in your life to run to them for help.  

Perhaps you’d flee the country all together, and set up your new home somewhere else.  Get a job and work for the rest of your life, away from all of the darkness.  The options were endless and all seemed so bleak compared to the life you used to have.  You were lost in your thoughts when he came in.  You were thinking about perhaps buying an apartment somewhere in London, or even in Ireland.  A small, sad smile formed on your face as you stirred your coffee with the sugar stick lazily, waiting for all the sugar to dissolve in your hot coffee.  Your time focused on where you could go to escape persecution of the Death Eaters that were gaining control of the wizarding war.  

Your thoughts were interrupted by a small, chocolate-covered pastry being set down in front of you.  You glanced up quickly, meeting the familiar hazel eyes you missed for the last few weeks.  “Sweet treat for your thoughts?”  George Weasley asked you as he sat down across from you with a coffee and a similar treat.  His face was confused and hurt, something that made you feel oddly guilty.

Nonetheless, a small smile formed on your face.  “George.  It’s wonderful to see you again,” you told him and held your hand out, face up.  He placed his in yours and squeezed it gently, his eyes twinkling despite the horrible happenings in the world.  

“(Y/N),”  your friend greeted you.  Fred, George, and yourself used to be friends when you were all in school.  Once Fred and George left, you stayed in contact with them and even helped set up the shop, but you had come around less and less before your home was attacked.  “Why haven’t we heard from you?  Fred and I have been so worried, and when we went to your home-” he began, but your soft voice cut him off.  

“It had been burned by Death Eaters,” you murmured and glanced around the two of you.  Instinctively, you both leaned in to keep the conversation private.  “I’ve been in a low place since then, if I do say so myself, given that I’m muggleborn and all.  Also, staying here does not exactly lift one’s spirits.”  A crooked smile formed on your face at the joke, but George frowned and squeezed your hand gently.  

“You are staying here?”  He asked you quietly, and you never saw a more worried look on his face.  He was always more compassionate and sensitive than Fred, but at this moment, he was absolutely worried for you.  

Slowly, you nodded.  “Just Lillian and I,” you confirmed and stared at your coffee.  The concern he had for you was sweet, but you had avoided asking for help for a reason.   You didn’t need pity.  

For a moment, George was quiet, which was quite unusual for him.  He glanced around him once more and leaned in even closer.  “Come stay with Fred and I.  You will be safe with us, (Y/N), I promise you that,” he insisted to you with bright and wild eyes.  He had an idea in his head, and you were curious to know what it was.

Your mouth fell open slightly, and quickly, you shook your head in fear.  “Oh, no, I couldn’t.  I’m fine here, really.  I plan on leaving soon, anyways.  As soon as I can find somewhere to go.”  Your face reddened to rosy cheeks.  You were moderately embarrassed by his offer, given your current weak state.  It was out of pity.  

George’s eyes were wide with excitement.  “I insist.  It will be just like old times.  You could even help us out with the shop like before.  We could always use it,” he continued as your face simply reddened by the second.  

“George, I-” you began as you picked at the sweet treat he brought you.  You were flushed, and quite embarrassed, but his smile shown through all of it.  

“Shut your mouth and just agree already, (Y/N),” he interrupted and reached across the rickety old table, taking your hand and squeezing it softly.  The contact he made was so gentle and so warm, that your heart craved more.  

You sighed heavily, but squeezed his hand in return.  “All right,” you mumbled and tucked your hair behind your ear with your free hand.  

George jumped up, almost spilling what was left of his coffee, and beamed at you.  “Wonderful!  Let’s gather your things and move you and Lillian in, yeah?”  He offered you his hand.  Quickly, you finished your coffee and wrapped the pastry in a napkin, putting it in the pocket of your large jacket.  

You stood, taking George’s out stretch hand, and smiled softly.  You nodded in agreement and led him towards your room.  

~.~

With your rucksack on your shoulder and George carrying Lillian, his other lost friend, the two of you moved quickly towards Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.  George was talking on and on about the shop and how nice it has been to own it and sell the products they developed themselves, and you had never been so proud of him and Fred.  He spoke so quickly as he held your hand tightly, pulling you towards the colorful building, and kept glancing at you with bright smiles.  

Your heart melted at the sight of him so happy, and you never realized how much you missed how he made you feel every day of your life.  George was your everything for so long, and now it has been a little less than a month and a half since you laid eyes upon his sweet smile.  The feelings you had for him sparked once more, and now they were greater than ever.  You were unsure how you spent so much time alone.  

With George’s warm hand wrapped tightly around yours, you have never felt so safe.  

It felt like such a short distance before you were enveloped with the beautiful but empty shop and bright lights belonging to Fred and George’s works of art.  Granted, you had been in it since it opened, but it was much more magnificent than ever.  Your mouth fell open as you slowed to stop.  George stopped as well, confused, as he glanced back at you.  A small, warm smile formed on his face as he watched you gawk at everything around you.  “Wonderful, isn’t it?”  He asked you proudly.  

All you could muster was a simple nod as your mouth remained open, gazing at the tall ceilings stocked full of products and gadgets the same.  George led you up the crooked and turning stairs to the loft upstairs, where you were greeted by the other redhead you didn’t realize you missed so much.  “Freddie, look what the cat dragged in,” George announced loudly and stepped to the side, revealing you as you stepped in the door and smiled lightly.  

“(Y/N)!”  Fred exclaimed as he enveloped you into a tight hug, squeezing you as tight as ever.  He glanced at George as he set Lillian down.  “Quite seems as if you dragged the cat in, actually,” he teased his brother with a wink and let go of you and set you flat on your feet.  He looked back to you with blazoned eyes.  “Do you realize the worry you have caused?  Mum has been sick thinking about you!  We thought you died,” he scolded and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.  

You smiled softly and giggled quietly at his actions, a sound that was so foreign before today.  “I’ve missed you too, Fred,” you told him and glanced back at George, who was watching happily.  “I was worried I was going to be caught, you see.  I’ll have to tell Molly how truly sorry I am for causing worry.”  Your cheeks were reddened as you ducked your head.  

George walked forward, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you to his side.  “Our lovely friend here will be staying with us, seeing as how we saw her home’s condition ourselves,” he explained to his brother without skipping a beat, who smiled widely.  

“If you don’t mind, of course,” you added with an embarrassed and flustered smile.  

Fred nodded.  “Of course, moppet.  Anything for you.”  Fred’s voice was reassuring and gentle as he checked his watch.  “I’m going to go open shop.  George, help her settle in, yeah?”  Fred suggested with a wink, causing you to smile softly.  

George flushed.  “Still on that, are we?”  He asked his twin as he began to head down the stairs.  Fred often teased you and George that you were secretly in love and refused to tell anyone.  It had been so long since he joked about that.  “Sorry about that.”  George’s voice was uneven and a blush formed on his cheeks as he glanced at you and began walking down a hallway.  

You followed with a quirky smile on your face.  “Why?  Embarrassed that you used to fancy me?”  You asked him boldly and George reddened further.  

“No, of course not!”  He defended quickly.  “More embarrassed by the fact that you never fancied me back,” he muttered and opened a door for you, showing you a bland guest room.  You were surprised how plain it was, knowing the twins.  There were a few boxes stacked in one corner, most likely surplus inventory. 

You stood in the door way and tilted your head to the side.  “Says who?”  You challenged and George practically blanched.  A small laugh came from you as you glanced down at your hands.  “I liked you quite a bit, actually.  When you and Fred left, I was absolutely gutted.  Still am, actually,” you admitted with a small frown on your face as you looked anywhere but at George.  Lillian trotted by and onto your bed immediately, as if she knew that is where you’d be staying.  

He was quiet for a moment, most likely assessing the situation.  “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”  He questioned and looked away.

A lump formed in your throat as you swallowed hard.  “You never told me either, actually.  I knew it was a joke that Fred said you liked me.  But I thought that was all it was, a joke,” you told him softly, trying to hide the sadness in your voice.  

George remained silent once more, his heart aching at your pathetic sight, and he reached forward, enveloping you in a gentle hug.  “(Y/N), I would never joke about that.  How could I hurt the girl I ever loved like that?”  George asked and listened as you began to sniffle.  

“You loved me?”  You whimpered out, and tried your hardest to keep the tears from falling.  

For a moment, there was silence in the loft.  Neither you nor George said a word.  “I never stopped,” George admitted you quietly, and you looked up at him, still searching his face for any sign of a joke.  

You swallowed hard and shook your head softly.  “Oh, George,” you whispered and put your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your height and pressing your lips to his quickly.  George responded fully, pulling your body tight against his and kissing you hungrily.  

Once the two of you pulled away, you were breathing heavily and a smile would not fade from George’s face.  “You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do that,” he told you as you smiled.  

“Likewise.”  Your voice was quiet and nervous and you stepped from his arms and glanced at your watch.  It was nearing eleven in the morning, meaning the shop would be opening any moment.  

George checked the time as well.  There was a look on his face that told you he didn’t want to leave you at that moment.  “Well, this should make for an interesting boarding situation,” he mumbled and rested his hand hand on your cheek, allowing you to lean into it.  “I should go help Fred.”  He sighed gently and let his hands drop.  “Settle in, and we can talk tonight, yeah?”  He offered, and you nodded with a gentle smile on your lips.  

“Yeah,” you agreed.  With one last nod, George retreated down the hall with a smile on his face, as you put a hand over your heart.  Your breathing was shallow, but you were content, nonetheless.  You sat on the foreign bed and laid back, trying to comprehend the morning you had.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley fanfic #george weasley imagine #George Weasley fanfiction #george wealsey imagine #george wealsey x reader #george weasley fanfic #george weasley fanfiction #hogwarts #george weasley oneshot #harry potter #Harry Potter fanfic #Harry Potter fanfiction #durmstrange

[queenmylovely]

Vote of Confidence

Summary: Brian may x fem!reader. After attending your new boyfriend’s first show, things get hot, namely Brian’s cheeks from all the blushing. 

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: super fluff, awkwardness, cussing, smut (18+ marked with ***)

A/N: Here’s the aforementioned olive oil (as in extra virgin) Brian fic! Thank you @supersonicfreddie​ for helping me with a decision at the beginning, and @musicgirlyy​ for beta-reading!!I hope you enjoy, and any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs, messages, and asks are greatly appreciated! Especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing! 

Request: Is it okay if I request Bri and reader losing their virginity together and he’s being a lil innocent bb?

Masterlist 

(this has gotta be my fav Bri look)

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Standing in a crowd of sweaty, drunk people isn’t something you’d usually willingly do. It was worth it in this case, though. The boy you had recently started dating, well it had been a few weeks actually, was performing with his band, and you were at the pub to watch.

The two of you had met in a physics lecture because it was his major and your minor. He had been a big help with studying for the tests, especially midterms, and the two of you had grown to be good friends by finals. You had parted ways at break with the promise of getting coffee to catch up in the new year.

That coffee date that you weren’t sure was a real date lasted about six hours. And when Brian walked you home and kissed you on your doorstep, you knew it was the real thing. It was now a few weeks since then, and although it was still the middle of winter, at least the sun was out for longer and longer each day.

Anyway, you were here now, at the first concert of Brian’s you had been to. Apparently, he had considered inviting you during the last semester, but chickened out each time. When he had told you that, you had laughed and kissed him on the cheek, telling him that you thought it was cute he had been nervous.

You were anxiously waiting in the crowd for the band to come on. Brian hadn’t told you much about what to expect, other than they were a rock band called Queen, which you loved the preposterousness of. You had met his band mates before apparently, though at the time, he just called them friends. Each had been really kind to you, and you wondered how all these seemingly shy guys (well, except for that Roger) would be on stage.

Before long, the lights turned down and the band came out. Freddie, the singer, you learned as he walked up to the microphone stand, was wearing a skintight jumpsuit with flowing arms and bell bottom legs that was completely made out of shiny black satin. John (or Deaky as you had been told to call him), the bassist, was wearing something similar, but a little less revealing; a black satin suit with a white satin shirt underneath that was unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. You caught a glimpse of Roger right before he sat down at the drums and he was wearing a patterned black and white shirt that was completely unbuttoned, leaving his chest and stomach exposed to the crowd. Finally, Brian walked onto the stage and your jaw dropped.

The handsome, dorky, lanky, physics student that you had been dating was completely gone, and in his place was a beautiful, confident, intimidating, glam, rock god. If it hadn’t been for his curls, you might not have believed it was him. He was wearing this gorgeous white blouse with black accents and ruffles that framed his neck and chest. His eyes were even more striking than usual, as they were outlined with a black eyeliner.

Walking across the stage, he held his guitar, that beautiful Red Special he had shown you one time at his apartment. His fingers were adorned with multiple rings, and the nails of one hand were painted white. Your eyes travelled down what seemed like the miles that his legs went on, and you were finally able to gain your composure when you saw what he was wearing on his feet. They were the white clogs he wore all the time and you were glad he wasn’t wearing platform leather boots like Deaky or Freddie or you never would’ve recovered.

As it was, you were having difficulty paying attention to the music or anything other than Brian’s hands flying across the fretboard as they started their first song. His fingers just looked so long, graceful, and beautiful. You shivered thinking about what else those fingers could do. A second later, one of Brian’s hands waved at you, and your eyes were forced from them to his face. He was looking at you a little confusedly, even as he continued to play. But, when you licked your lips subconsciously and then broke out into a smile, Brian smirked and shot you a wink. Even though he was your boyfriend, you found yourself almost swooning along with all of the other girls at the front of the stage. You heard them arguing over who the wink was for and felt proud that you were the one on the receiving end of it.

That brought you to another thought, though. Where had this brazen rockstar come from? You thought Brian had all of the reasons in the world to be confident; he was intelligent, kind, funny, beautiful, and so much more, but for some reason he was always a little nervous around you. Actually, you supposed it had to do with his lack of experience.

Over the course of your relatively short relationship, things had slowly started to heat up. You felt the sexual tension build every time you were alone together, but everything seemed so innocent from Brian’s side. When you were kissing, he would only very gently touch your face, and the first time the two of you made out, he hadn’t moved his hands from there until you took them and placed them on your waist. And that’s where they stayed for the rest of the time.

Since you were a little inexperienced yourself, you decided to clear the air during your last make-out session (during which he had moved his hands on his own, even touching your ass and breasts without prompting), which was less than a week ago.

He had been switching between kissing your jaw, cheeks, and mouth (he hadn’t ever made it to your neck yet) when you had pulled back enough so you could see his face. Seeing that a couple of curly tendrils had clouded his vision, you moved them aside and brushed your hand along his cheek.

“Brian, I need to tell you something. Nothing bad,” you amended when he started to look a little worried. You lifted his hands from where they had been resting on your ass, and Brian blushed when he realized he hadn’t moved them himself. Moving off of his lap, you knelt next to him and took his hands in yours.

“I’m telling you this because I want to be completely honest with you, not because I expect anything from you, other than understanding,” you started and Brian nodded. “I’ve never had sex. I’m a virgin.”

Brian’s brows furrowed for a second at your statement and then he asked, “Really? Not that I don’t believe you, I do, but you just seem so… experienced.”

“I’ve had experience with the things we’ve been doing, and a couple other things, but never sex,” you explained and he had a thoughtful look on his face.

“Well, then I think you should know I’m a virgin too,” Brian told you, looking at your intertwined hands instead of your face. He hadn’t been sure if he was going to tell you because he had been worried you’d want someone with as much experience as yourself, but your openness and honesty led him to want to be the same way with you.

You lifted one of his hands and kissed it softly, which brought his eyes to you. “Thank you for telling me, Brian. I’m glad we told each other.”

“Me too,” he agreed, and then kissed you softly on your cheek. You followed his lips and kissed him for real, eventually moving onto his lap again. Instilled with a new sense of closeness and even a bit more confidence, Brian lips moved to your neck that night, and left their very first set of hickies along your throat, which Brian blushed at every time he saw them after.

Your hand drifted down your neck, over the now almost completely faded marks that Brian had left, and you were brought back to the moment with the cheers and screaming all around you. You clapped and cheered along, missing the way Brian’s eyes had hungrily tracked the movement of your hand down your neck.

On stage, he knew what he was doing. He was experienced and knew how to please a crowd and play his guitar expertly, artfully. And it made him feel more confident in other aspects; he was able to flirt with you and think about you in ways he normally would have been too embarrassed to do. Usually, you were the one to flirt with him, loving the way his cheeks pinkened and he stammered over his words. He was glad you were okay with his nervousness, you had even called it cute, but he had hoped that some day soon he would be the one making you feel flattered and flustered. He just hadn’t thought that it would finally happen at one of his concerts.  

The concert continued, and you slowly shifted your gaze away from just Brian to watch Roger and Deaky’s playing, and the absolute show of its own that was Freddie singing. You danced and swayed along with the music, losing yourself in it along with the rest of the crowd. The only thing that brought your attention away from it was when you looked at Brian for longer than a second, still in awe of him.

As the night went on, your looks lingered for longer and longer, and each time he made eye contact with you, you swallowed and felt a new heat in your body that didn’t have anything to do with the large number of people surrounding you.

Brian noticed the way you were acting, and was not unaffected by it himself. He saw the way your eyes had darkened over the hours, how you shifted your legs every few minutes, and how your chest heaved lightly every time he caught your eye. Just knowing that you were so affected by him made his mind wander (luckily playing was second nature to him) and made it a little more than necessary to keep his guitar close to his body.

By the encore, you were actually biting your lip and thinking to yourself that you were almost as turned on just watching Brian play as you ever had been making out with him. The concert ended with raucous applause and you headed to the offstage door where you had planned to meet Brian.

Just as you knocked on the door, Brian opened it and took your raised hand, pulling you into the hallway with him. It seemed that the confidence hadn’t left and he pushed you (still gently) against the wall, holding your face securely in his hands, and kissed you passionately. You moaned in surprise but kissed back with the same feeling. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling the ruffle of his shirt against your fingers, which you then grabbed to keep him close to you. The kiss went on for as long as you could handle not breathing, and when you broke apart, you stared into each others eyes and then broke out laughing as you tried to catch your breath.

You were still a little caught in your giggles when Brian turned his attention to kissing your neck sweetly, taking the path that the faint hickies created.

“You guys were amazing up there. Especially you. I- um- you’re- you play so beautifully,” you said, getting distracted by his hot mouth on your throat.

Brian smirked against your neck and said in between kisses, “Thank you. I think- we should- go back- to your place- instead of- the bar- with the others.”

“Oh- okay. Should we- should we go say hello to the boys first?” you asked, not knowing how much more of this you could handle without completely melting in the hallway.

“Sure, let’s,” he straightened up next to you and offered you his hand, which instead of taking, you placed around your shoulders. You wrapped your opposite arm around his waist, wanting a little support because your knees were a little weak with all that was going on.

The two of you walked the short distance to the dressing room, where the others were now dressed in their street clothes, which for Roger and Freddie weren’t much less bold than their stage clothes. Deaky, on the other hand, was in a button down short sleeve t-shirt and jeans.

Since you had met them all a couple of times, they greeted you warmly when you walked in the room.

“Right, well I’ll change and then we can go. You’ll be good here, love?” Brian asked you after everyone said hello.

“Yeah I’ll be fine,” you assured him with a nod. He grabbed his bag and then walked into the little attached bathroom.

“So, Y/N, what did you think of the show?” Deaky asked you with a smile. You always appreciated how nice to you he was, even back when you and Brian were just becoming friends.

“It was absolutely amazing! I don’t go to many concerts, but this was the best I’ve ever seen. All of you were incredible,” you gushed.

“Thanks, but the question our dear Deaks should have asked is what has got you and Brian all hot and bothered? Have a little rendezvous in the hallway?” Roger asked you with a smirk. You liked Roger, but he could be a bit of a nosy prick sometimes. “Roger, I’m sure our innocent little Y/N and Brian were doing no such thing. And even if they were, it would be none of your business,” Freddie told off Roger, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as if to protect you from him. He lead you across the room from him and then  leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Don’t worry, darling, you can always tell me about your escapades with Brian. I’m an excellent secret-keeper.”

You giggled at what he said, not entirely convinced that it was true.

“Oi, what are you two whispering about? If it’s about me, I have a right to know,” Roger said, pointing an accusatory finger at you and Freddie.  

“Don’t worry Rog, there’s nothing interesting enough about you that one would have to whisper instead of say aloud,” Deaky said from his spot chilling on the couch and you and Freddie cracked up.

Just as Roger was about to get mad and go after Deaky, the bathroom door opened, hitting him in the shoulder.

“Oh, sorry Rog. I didn’t know you were there,” Brian said in a calm voice, patting him on the shoulder. That seemed to diffuse Roger’s anger for the moment.

Brian walked over to you, now dressed in a t-shirt that was probably a size too small on him and black velvet pants. The strip of his tummy that was exposed and the way the velvet clung to his legs did nothing for your ability to breath or your weak knees.

“Ready?” you asked in a quiet voice, not trusting your voice to actually work any louder anymore.

“Aren’t you guys coming with us to the bar?” Freddie asked in confusion.

“We’re actually going to Y/N’s. It’s just been a long night,” Brian excused.

“Okay…” Freddie trailed off, putting two and two together in his brain. “Well, you kiddies have a… safe night in then.”

Your eyes widened at his implication, but you thought to yourself that it was good advice. Plus, Roger didn’t seem to understand the metaphor, as he was looking confusedly at Deaky who was ignoring him. At least not everyone knew what was going on.

“Thanks Fred,” Brian said shortly and with a pointed look. Then he grabbed your hand and walked to the door, turning his head over his shoulder to say, “Bye all,” and leaving you to wave over yours.

Once you were out of the building, Brian let you set the pace, but you didn’t slow down, instead pulling him along faster to the car. You had driven so you could drop Brian off early for sound check and come back yourself closer to the start of the show. So, you were driving now on your way to your flat, and it was probably a good thing because Brian had started to get nervous again and was tapping his foot like crazy. Neither of you had spoken about what was happening, but it seemed obvious that he was nervous for the same reason your heart was beating faster and you body was getting warm.

You reached for his hand and held it securely in yours, rubbing the back of it with your thumb. That seemed to calm him some, but every so often, his grip tightened on your hand for a couple seconds and then relaxed again.

In a couple of minutes, you reached your flat and parked, walking up to the door with Brian in tow and letting the two of you in. You made yourselves comfortable, taking off your shoes and jackets before moving to the kitchen. Brian was hungry after the show, and to be honest so were you (and it was a good idea to fuel up a little for what was to come), so the two of you washed your hands and shared an orange, just chatting about the show.

Once you were done eating, you moved to your bedroom. You didn’t live alone, but luckily one of your roommates was at her boyfriend’s and the other was visiting home for the weekend.

You closed the door behind you, just in case, and then sat on the edge of your bed, telling Brian to pick out a record to put on. He chose Sweet Baby James by James Taylor since it was one of your shared favorites and joined you on the bed. You turned so you were sitting with your legs criss-crossed and facing him, then nudged him until he did the same. As James’ sweet voice filled the room, you grabbed his right hand, studying the rings he had on. You kissed each finger that a ring was on, and then switched to his left hand, doing the same.

“I like the nail polish,” you said, still looking down at his hands.

“You do?” he asked curiously.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, looking up to meet his eyes so he knew you were telling the truth. “And you looked absolutely gorgeous onstage. I mean, you look gorgeous every day, but not everyone holds up onstage, and you just shine.”

Brian blushed at your compliments and you reached a hand to touch his warm cheek. He tilted his head into the touch. Getting up on your knees, you pushed him back so he was leaning against your pillows and straddled his hips.

“Your hair was like a cloud and it shined when the light hit it,” you said, moving his hair slightly away from his face and then tugging gently on a couple strands on either side. Brian made a sound in the back of his throat when you did, so as you continued, you did another time.

“And your arms and legs looked so beautiful and strong,” you told him, running your hands up and down his upper arms.

“Your eyes were so piercing, it was like I was drowning in their beauty,” you said, watching as they slowly got darker and darker with each passing praise.

Reaching down to grab his hands again, you continued, “Oh and your hands, I just wanted to feel them.”

“Feel them?” Brian asked softly.

“Yes, Bri I want you to touch me, please,” you pleaded, leaning in to kiss him and letting go of his hands so he could.

***

He did so tentatively at first, holding your face to his and then moving them to your hair and the back of your neck. He mimicked your movement of pulling just a little section of your hair and you moaned in approval, so he pulled on more and you shifted your hips against his.

Next, Brian moved his hands to your waist, and pushed the hem of your shirt up a little. He ran his hands up the back of your shirt and you winced because they were colder than you expected.

“Sorry, they’re cold,” he said, removing them from under your shirt and putting them back on the clothed part of your waist.

“No, Bri, it’s okay. I’ll get used to it, and they’ll warm up. Actually, why don’t we just get rid of the obstacle,” you said and Brian didn’t understand until your shirt was halfway off your body. It was his first time seeing you shirtless, and the sight of you only in your bra made basically his entire face red. It also made his cock harder than he would like to admit, but of course, you already knew that since you were right on top of him. Smiling at his embarrassment sweetly, you moved his hands back to the now unclothed part of your waist and continued the kiss.

Brian got lost in the kiss for a little bit, just moving his hands up and down your back in a way that was soothing and nice. Then, when he sucked lightly on the tip of your tongue like he had discovered you liked, you moved your hips again and his hands shot down instinctively to your ass. They stayed there, kneading the soft flesh and helping you move your hips against his, which was causing both of you to moan into each other’s mouths.

Breaking the kiss, you moved down instead to kiss his neck, locating his sweet spot that you had found the week before. You sucked and kissed on it until he was softly moaning, his grip had moved and tightened around your waist, and you could feel him completely hard underneath you.

Then, you played with the hem of his shirt, waiting until he nodded before you helped him take it off. You went back to kissing his neck, but this time, you started moving down to his chest and kept going until you reached his stomach, kissing along the part that had been exposed by his little shirt. When you started toying with the waistband of his pants, Brian realized what you had in mind and grabbed your shoulders to lift you back up to him.

“No, um, no you can’t do that,” Brian said in a shaky voice.

“Why not?” you asked, confused. “It’s really fun, I can show you.”

Brian subconsciously bucked his hips at your words but held strong, “From what I’ve heard, I wouldn’t last a second doing that, and I think- I think we both… don’t want that.”

“Fine,” you said, pouting a little before settling back over his crotch. Brian hissed at the contact and moved you off of him to the side.

You were about to protest when he spoke up, albeit quietly, “There is one thing that I would, um, like to try, and I think, maybe, that you might, um, like it too.”

He was blushing like crazy as he said it, and he was fiddling with his rings as he did. He was also looking at his hands, but this time it seemed more pointed than just a nervous behavior. Then it clicked for you. He wanted to try pleasing you with his hands because you had said you wanted him to touch you.

You shivered in anticipation and smiled a little, replying, “Yeah, uh, I think I will.”

So this time, you laid back against the pillows and Brian moved over you, kissing you deeply. It was a new position for the two of you, as usually you were straddling him or you were just lying facing each other. But this was very nice, especially when you spread your legs so Brian could fit more easily between them, and he rocked his crotch against your core. Yep, this was definitely the way to go.

After another few minutes of kissing, it was Brian this time who moved down your neck. Re-darkening the marks he had left before, he then kissed down the center of your breasts, not asking to take off your bra, since he wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing that yet. (Once you weren’t wearing a bra while the two of you made out, and he swears he almost came just touching them through your shirt). Plus he figured you’d just take it off when you wanted to. So, he kissed down your stomach and then reached the waistband of your shorts. He followed the hem with his lips, moving left first, and then right before coming back to center.

Brian sat there patiently until you said okay, and he reached his two shaky hands to undo the button and pull down the zipper. Then he tugged them down your legs, leaving kisses along your thighs and then down your shins. When they were off, he moved back up your body to kiss you again, wanting to take it slow not only for you, but also for himself.

“You’ll have- to tell me,” he said in between heated kisses and you nodded.

“Um, why don’t you just put your hand here,” you said, placing his hand so his palm was just resting on your mound over the top of your panties. Brian almost groaned at the warmth and slight dampness he could feel. He started putting just a little pressure, and your breathing sped up in anticipation. Brian captured your lips again, and when you felt comfortable, you hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your underwear, waited for Brian to move his hand away, and then slid them down your legs and off, tossing them off the edge of the bed.

Brian wasn’t used to seeing anyone, let alone you, naked from the waist down, and he flushed again, his eyes flashing back and forth between your exposed pussy and the pattern of the comforter.

“Brian, hey look at me,” you told him, trying to draw him out of this spiral he seemed to be headed towards.

He made eye contact with you and you swallowed thickly when you saw how wide his pupils were blown. You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss you again, since that was something he didn’t have to think about doing to do well.

Then, while keeping the kiss going, you grabbed his hand in yours and brought it down again to your heat. Forming your hand over his, you pressed one finger along your folds to spread the wetness that had gathered there. Brian moaned into the kiss at the feeling. (While he hadn’t ever done this, he had heard some conversations and knew that was a good sign.)

Once that was done, you guided his index finger to your clit and started moving it in slow, gentle circles. His finger was so much different to your own or anyone else’s because of his guitar playing. You could feel the callus against your clit, and it made for a new experience that was already starting to build that wonderful pleasure.

When he seemed to get the idea, you moved your hand away and focused on the feeling. Brian kept up the movement, breaking the kiss to watch how you reacted. You kept your eyes closed, but your breathing deepened, and every so often, you gasped in pleasure.

“Whenever, um, it gets less slick, you can get your finger wet again,” you told him a little awkwardly, when the friction started to become too dry. He nodded and did as you said, immediately finding the right rhythm again.

“And you can press just a little harder and go a little faster,” you informed him and he complied, not missing a beat. The new speed and pressure made you moan and you spread your legs further, revealing more of yourself to him.

“Can I- I want to feel more of you,” he admitted, still blushing, but sure.

“Uh-huh. You can stop for a second,” you told him a little breathlessly. Your pussy had started to clench around nothing, and you were glad for his offer to do more.

Reaching down to wrap your hand around his again, you kept your legs spread and pushed the tip of his index finger so it was just inside of your opening. You guided his finger the rest of the way into you, going slow and leaving time for yourself to adjust.

“O-Okay, you can keep moving in and out, but just go slow for now. And you can keep, um, rubbing my clit when-whenever you want,” you told him, already starting to feel pleasure just from the thrusting of his finger.

Brian situated himself so that he was kneeling between your legs and started using his other hand to stimulate your clit. The combined actions were enough to have you moaning and letting out soft “ohs” whenever he came close to hitting your g-spot.

As your orgasm continued to build more and more, you knew you needed more, and tried telling him, “I want- I- need-” but you were cut off by your own gasps of pleasure.

“Do you want me to add another finger?” Brian asked you; he had been feeling the tightening of your walls around his finger and figured that’s what you wanted. As you made eye contact with him you moaned and nodded. His hair was frizzy from him shaking it away from his face so he could see you, his cheeks were a permanent crimson, his eyes were darker than you thought they could be, and his lips were plump and swollen from both your kissing and him biting them as he worked his fingers against you.

“Just- just still go slow,” you told him and he nodded in reply. He added his middle finger in tandem with his pointer finger inch by inch, keeping them both facing palm up. You moaned high and louder than before at the stretch, and Brian whined at the feeling and the sound. He was already so hard just from causing your pleasure that his tip was leaking precum, and he didn’t know how he’d actually handle being inside of you.

Over time, he sped up gradually, moving both of his hands against you in perfect unison. Your pleasure really began to grow, and you moved closer and closer to the edge. Before long, your hips were grinding down against his fingers and you were moaning out his name.

Brian didn’t understand though, and slowed his movements for a second, “What? Why are you moving so much? Am I doing it wrong? Do I need to slow down again?”

“No, no keep going,” you protested desperately and he did as you said. “I just- I can’t help it. It feels so good, Bri. Oh- oh- yes, right there!”

Without knowing what he was doing, Brian had started to angle his fingers up so they were pressing against your front wall and were firmly hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

That worked to push you right to the edge, and you exclaimed, “Oh, Brian, that- yes, oh it feels so- so-”

“Please, please come for me, Y/N, I want to see you come,” Brian almost begged you, and you were helpless to do otherwise. You hit your orgasm and came around his fingers, and Brian felt you clench on them, and could feel your clit twitch in pleasure too. He watched you ride out the high, your back arching, eyes squeezing shut, moaning out his name, and Brian couldn’t help but moan and whimper himself, so in awe that he was able to make you feel that good.

Your breathing was uneven as you came down, and you tried to catch your breath, but the aftershocks were still hitting you and Brian was continuing his ministrations.

“That’s- that’s good, Bri. You can stop,” you said between quick breaths. He pulled out his fingers and moved his hands, both of them glistening with your arousal.  

“Oh, here,” you said, reaching for one of his hands and bringing his fingers into your mouth to clean them off.

“Oh, fuck,” Brian cursed under his breath, his hips thrusting into the air. Before you could clean the other hand off, he took it in his own mouth, testing the taste of you and moaning, knowing he was what caused your arousal.

“Well I think you can tell by my reaction, but that was very, very good for me,” you told him, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Yeah?” he asked, pulling back to look at you.

“Yeah. In fact, I don't think I’ve ever heard of someone finding the g-spot on accident,” you told him with a smile and the two of you laughed.

In another second, Brian was hungrily kissing you again, and you moaned into it, encouraging him. As he focused on your lips and tongue, you moved your hand to start pushing his pants off, and he helped you take them the rest of the way down. The two of you were about to take his boxer-briefs off when you thought of something.

“Wait, remember what Freddie said,” you told him quickly.

He jumped up and said, “Oh, you're right. Do you –“

“There’s some there’s a box in the bathroom. Stacy bought them and said we could all share,” you told him and he dashed to the bathroom to grab the condom.

He returned and you helped him shimmy his underwear down and he went to work opening the condom. At the sight of his red and swollen cock, you exhaled sharply and your eyes widened in anticipation.

Brian rolled the condom on, which luckily he knew how to do himself, and climbed back onto the bed with you. Realizing you still had your bra on, you unhooked it and took it off, revealing your breasts to Brian. Groaning deeply, his cock twitched at the sight. You laid down and pulled him on top of you. Resting his legs between yours, you held him to you with your arms around his shoulders. You started kissing again, just warming up to the feeling of being naked with each other.

You moved your hands down to his lower back and pushed him so he would grind down onto you. His cock slid against your folds and you groaned in unison at the feeling. Once his cock was thoroughly slick, you held his waist to stop him, and reached a hand down in between you to grasp his cock.

“Are – are you sure?” he asked breathlessly, waiting for your answer, but wanting to know that this is what you wanted too.

“Yes. I’m sure,” you told him. Then, you placed a soft kiss on his lips and guided his cock slowly into you.

Brian held himself back from moving too quickly, straining a little at the effort because you felt so good and tight around him. Once he was fully seated inside you, he held still and the two of you gasped when your walls clenched around him. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to the stretch, you breathed deeply and the slight pain subsided.

“Okay, you can move,” you told him, keeping one hand on his lower back to brace yourself and moving the other to the back of his neck to keep him with you.

Brian started moving, but slowly, remembering what you had told him about his fingers. He thrusted in and out, moaning at the feeling of your heat encapsulating him over and over again. As he sped up bit by bit, the friction became more and more pleasurable, especially since you were already sensitive from your orgasm, and soon you were moaning along with him.

Wanting to help his ability to move and the pleasure he was feeling, you wrapped your legs up around his waist, so he could push deeper into you. When he did, his hips stuttered and he whined. Moving your hand from his lower back, you reached next to you and grabbed one of his, holding it tightly in your own. With the other, you pulled him even closer to you so that your chests were pressed together and there was no longer anything else in the world besides each other. You leaned up and kissed along his neck, marking it lightly with your teeth so they would match the new ones he left on you and you would both know that he was yours and you were his.

Brian’s thrusts became sloppy, and you knew he was close. He searched for your mouth and found it, kissing you messily, but with so much intensity you were almost seeing stars. Knowing just what would tip him over the edge, you clenched around him, drawing him further into your heat.

He came with a stutter of his hips and a cry of, “Oh- oh, Y/N, oh my- oh my-!” and you were proud to have made him feel as good as you did. You kissed his face sweetly as he came down, hips still lazily thrusting into yours.

With a final sigh, he dropped his arms and rested on top of you, trying not to crush you under his weight.

“That was- oh my gosh, Y/N…” Brian trailed off, not quite able to put into words how he felt since his brain was still a little fuzzy from his orgasm.

“Yeah, it was pretty great,” you agreed and then laughed along with him.

“Oh, but did you, you didn’t come again, did you?” he asked, a little sheepish that he didn’t last very long.

“No, but that’s okay. The one orgasm was… fantastic,” you said, searching for the right word. “Plus, it’s not going to happen every time for either of us, but I think it’s worth it just to feel this with you,” you said, gesturing between the two of you.

Brian nodded and then seemed to think he should pull out, and moved to do so, but you told him, “You don’t have to pull out yet, let’s just stay here for a minute.”

So you did, placing soft kisses on each other wherever you could reach. Once Brian had softened completely and you started feeling a little fidgety, you both got up and took turns cleaning up in the bathroom. Back in your bedroom, you both redressed partially, Brian just wearing his underwear and sweatpants he pulled from his bag, and you putting on his shirt, which because it was so small on him, fit you like a regular shirt, and your underwear.

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At some point, the album had clicked off, so Brian flipped it over and started the second side. Then, climbing under the covers together, you cuddled up so he was on his back and you had one leg in between the two of his, laying half on top of him. You played with a couple of his curls, twisting them together and undoing them repeatedly as he ran his hand up and down your back.

“You know what else I liked about your performance?” you prompted.

“What’s that?” he asked, looking down at you.

“How confident you were. You looked so sexy and bold and gosh, the way you were looking at me, I was a mess down there in the audience,” you explained to him. You continued softy, “And now that you seem to be pretty good at this whole thing, maybe you could transfer some of that confidence offstage…?”

You kissed the corner of his mouth softly so he would understand that you were saying all of this lovingly, without meaning any criticism.

“I think, um, that that would be doable. Although there are still things that I don’t know how to do,” he said, smiling cheekily down at you, and this time it was your turn for your cheeks to heat up.

“Well, I think I should be able to teach those to you too, or we can just figure them out together,” you said with a grin that Brian matched before pulling you in for another soft, but excited kiss.

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Breakthru - a side story.

Disclaimer: this is something i wrote on a whim..

Mostly because of this picture

My first language is italian so, please, let me know if there are any mistakes..thank you.

(No beta-readed at all, just a quick grammar check, sorry)

Hope you'll enjoy ❤

Also, part 2 of this is in the making, as well as part 2 and 3 of IM

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This was your first assignment as a professional assistant on a real set. You worked mostly in theatres since you started, costume and makeup department, but a friend of yours helped you in having a bigger one this time.

A famous band was shooting some videos for their next album, so here you are on a Queen production nonetheless.

Yes, you did know Queen, who didn’t? You weren't a fan per se but you enjoyed their music and the latest album was quite spectacular.

On your first day on the field, you thought you would be back in the trailer, randomly putting away some stuff or helping around, but instead, here you were, several days later, fixing the makeup on each every one of them. They didn’t wear it much, just for cameras, a bit of fixing powder, black eye pencil and some lip balm, it was quite simple like you used to do on male actors on your previous job. You already did Roger and Brian, but not Freddie, he didn't let anyone do that really; it wasn't personal, you knew that, he just wanted to do it himself, but he was nice, everyone’s been.

You were left with John. In the past days, he became your favourite: he was patient and calm, he respected your work, as the others too, and he was a good talker, very intelligent and humble so you found pretty easy working with him.

- Mr Deacon, excuse me.- He was talking to another crew member.

- Yes? Oh, hi. What can I do for you, dear? - quickly turning around to you, a little surprised, but still smiling.

Always so polite...and cute. - your mind quickly corrected you.

Ah! stop that thought.

But you can’t...

- Can I have just five minutes of your time? I have to check and fix your makeup - you answered him smiling a little.

- Oh yes, sure..five minutes, an hour, anything for you - He answered, joking a little..making you blush.

- So, hum... How....how do we do it?- he asked then.

- Oh, simple..just sit down and I'll do all the work, no need to go back to the trailer- you said politely.

Yes, he was easy to talk to and very much polite, but you always had to remember that he was literally your boss and not one of your friends. Last but not least he was older than you so you owned him some kind of respect, you thought.

Sure, you can't help it that you find him rather attractive, charming even, more than the others, it was just much more subtle.

- Stay still a bit...please - you said firmly.

He simply nodded and you slowly inspected his face to see any flaws or where to fix..and he was watching you, in some sort of daze it seems, making your work ten thousand times more difficult.

You were gently re-apply the powder with a clean sponge the moment he spoke.

- So do you like it, I mean what do you think? - gesturing around himself.

You froze for a second. Did he really ask for your opinion on their video?

- Well...- searching for the right words, you truly did love their idea, and he was...well, that was something you couldn't tell out loud...at least not in front of him.

- It's a very original idea, truly... I can't wait to see the whole video, y'know - smiling while fishing out his black eye pencil.

- This makes me, I mean ..us happy, at least we’re still doing our job right - he answered with an adorable grin.

Why he is like this, why so adorable? - your mind was reeling

- Now, just another thing and I'll leave you be, eyes up - you ordered showing him the pencil.. - Yes, ma’am - mocking a salute.

Oh..and he’s funny too... - your brain was starting to fail you.

You were closer to his face, enough to do your job properly, but by doing so you could almost feel his breath on your face, at least his eyes were up, so he wasn’t staring you like before but it still made nervous.

You were here for a job, no need to be silly - you kept on thinking.

- There, all done, now I won't bother you any more, Mr Deacon - you said taking a step back..but he gently stopped you before you could go too far.

- Please, call me John..- he said sweetly, looking at you, a small smile on his face.

- Oh, ok...John - blushing a little, avoiding his gaze as best as you can.

He released your hand and stood up.

- Well that was fairly quick..and no, you wouldn't bother me even if you wanted to - He sincerely told you.

You could have been wrong, but you thought you saw him winking a little.

Probably just your imagination..

 

- All..right, I better come back now - Still a bit flustered, you started to make your way back to the trailer...

- So..well, thanks for your patience..then - you told him, smiling a bit.

- Always for you, love - he answered you, smiling even wider now.

Leaving him there, you still could feel his eyes on you while you walked back to the parking lot where the set trailers were. You, however, didn't know what to think, was he making a move on you or he was just being polite? Well extremely polite...

The whole shooting lasted the entire day, but they had to finish some other details on the next one...

You were packing your things up, ready to go back home, have some sleep and come back to work early the next day when a knock of the trailer door startled you.

- Can i...? - you heard a familiar voice from the trailer door.

Looking up, you saw him. He was still dressed from the shooting but without the waistcoat, just plain jeans and the white shirt, now with the first three buttons open but still with the sleeves all rolled up to the elbows, the sight alone made you blush wildly, suddenly stopping what you were doing.

Damn, how was he so beautiful?....but you can't...you couldn't think such things...- your mind reminded you.

You realized you were still looking at him, so you quickly thought of an answer.

- Hi, do you ...do you need something?- you hesitated a bit.

He stood there, casually leaning on the door frame, an amused smile on his lips.

You felt your cheeks become a bit hot, again - what an absolute idiot you were.

- Nothing, I was just..just heading home and I wanted to see if everything was ok, I think I have somehow embarrassed you before...- his tone calm and sweet now.

- I ...no, not at all..everything's perfect, really - you assured him, shaking your head, still trying to regain some sense in the meantime.

- So - he started - yes..alright, see you tomorrow then - a half-smile on his face.

Once more, you smiled at him, you can’t help it, you liked how you were feeling and how it was so easy with him.

- Yes! You can't get rid of me so easily - cursing yourself soon after saying that

why were you like this - you absolute fool, happy, but still a fool.

 

- I don't want to...i mean..that's the best crew we ever had...- he told you, matter-of-factly...

was he blushing too? - impossible, you were so tired that you were starting to imagine things.

- Well, that's reassuring...I -quickly correcting yourself- We take our job seriously - faking a bit of confidence

- I can see that....- he told you, facing you even more, a smile never leaving his lips.

- If there isn't anything else...I'll go back to pack so I could finally go back home too - you told him, trying to look him in the eyes now.

a big mistake, a very big mistake, now you were blushing even more.

- No, no...yes, everything's alright - he faltered - goodnight then..- lowering his eyes a bit now, nervously smiling.

his behaviour seemed a bit off to you, again, what was he doing?

not that you hated the attentions, you loved it but still..you just wanted to understand why?

- ok, yes...right, ‘night - you told him, your voice almost a whisper.

the only thing you were sure about was that he made nervous, but in a very good way..and that was a problem.

There was a moment of embarrassing silence between the two of you. He cleared his throat, like he wanted to say something more, but he started to back away, his eyes still on you, and then turned to leave.

You watched him go for a while, unable to stop, mostly confused.

he, on the other end, looked back at you a couple of times before reaching his car.

That night when you went home, you found yourself much more conflicted than you ever been.

you really needed a good night sleep...

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when i said it i thought it was true [1] {Ben Hardy}

Anon asked: could you do an imagine where ben is the reader’s ex and they are somehow working together on the set of bo rhap and they fall in love all over again ☺️ could you make it angst-y and then end with fluff? i love your writing so much!!

Anon asked: could you do an imagine where the reader is in bo rhap, maybe playing as one of roger’s gfs or something and she kind of falls in love with ben while filming the scenes with him as roger 💖 very fluffy pls :D

A/N: 3124 words. Super AU version of BoRhap being filmed in the fic. There’s gonna be another part, that will fill the prompts better. This might end up being a series. I hope you enjoy. Feedback would be nice.

When your manager rings you, telling you that you’d landed a part in the Queen Biopic Bohemian Rhapsody, you were elated. Freddie Mercury was a bit of a personal hero of yours, and to be a part of his story on the big screen, it was sort of a dream come true. 

In your first meeting, you sign a nondisclosure agreement, and you’re given the latest draft of the script to start learning, as well as a character brief. The script calls your character ‘Amanda’, the girlfriend of Roger Taylor who he eventually realises he wants to settle down with. You’d seen pictures of young Roger Taylor, you wouldn’t lie, you were excited for the role. Honestly, even today he was still quite a fox.

The point is, you were excited to have a fun time on set with a pretty blonde, make some new connections, and earn some good money. Some really good money.

The other shoe drops when you’re flicking through Instagram, and one of the stan accounts you follow has posted a leaked screenshot of the proposed cast list, and there’s your name, right beside the name of the last person you wanted to pretend to be in love with. Ben Hardy; pretty blonde extraordinaire, and your ex-boyfriend.

The table read is... awkward. 

The two of you are sat next to each other, and barely spoke two words to each other. You feel unprofessional the whole time, but you’d rather be anywhere else in the world, and the delivery of some of your lines falls a little flat. The director casts a concerned look between yourself and Ben as you rattle of what’s meant to be banter like you’re reading the news paper.

“They’ve got no damn chemistry; it’s like watching a celebrity divorce hearing.” When the Director vents to one of the producers in the hall outside after the reading, you manage to catch it where you’re just about to come out of the bathroom.

“They’ll be better on set, I promise, it’s just jitters.” She tries to soothe his nerves, and they’re off soon after, and you’re left with a cold, sinking sensation in your stomach.

“You’re Y/N, aren’t you? How are you finding the set?” The guy who greets you on your first day on the Eastenders set smiles with such casual ease it feels like you’ve known him for a while, instead of having just met him.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You agree with a quick nod, rocking back on your heels as you gaze around the space, trying not to look at him for too long. “It’s a bit overwhelming.” Actually, what’s overwhelming is that he’s talking to you. He’s Ben fucking Hardy, pretty-boy on the soap-opera scene, and he’s talking to you on your first day.

“Yeah, you’ll be right though; if you need any help or anything, just give us a yell, yeah?” And you realise he probably doesn’t know who you’re playing, or how you’re involved in that Season’s arc, but you certainly did.

“I didn’t know you could play drums.” You’re trying to be casual when you say it, but you see Ben tense where he’s sitting on a sofa in the rehearsal room, script and pencil in hand.

“I can now, that’s all that really matters.” He’s giving off such strong ‘please leave me alone’ vibes that it almost hurts, and you have to push through the knot in your stomach and sit down next to him.

“Ben, we need to at least be civil.” You say quietly, and he looks at you, expression a little forlorn.

“Y/N, we are civil, and we’ve done this before. Let’s just keep it professional, okay?” His tone leaves little room for argument, and you nod in agreement with a small smile, and pull out your phone, waiting for the rehearsal director.

“Hey there, baby, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here; I know I’d recognise your face.” You purr, running your hand delicately over the collar of Ben’s shirt, as his eyes widened and he spluttered to form a sentence, just as the script had told him to. 

Your character was more a plot device than anything, when Ben’s character is at a low point, his main romance is on a break, and he meets you, a temptress in all black. Your job is to give his character a realisation, he starts as your cocaine dealer when his supplier can’t make the drop, and he falls for you. Depending on the audience reaction, you knew the producers were waiting to see if they kill you off or have you recover from your addiction. The point is, your fate’s uncertain at the end of the Season, and Ben’s character realises he has to get out of the drug trade.

“I’ve got something for you, from Oskar. Can we go somewhere more private?” When he speaks, it’s with surprising confidence, and he steps up from the bar stool and into your space, smiling as your face lights up. The director calls cut after a moment, and you step back, smile sliding to something genuine as an assistant comes in and straightens your loose, black silk shirt, and they reset the shot for a new take.

“Ben, could you try less flustered? You’re here to deliver drugs, you’re not a schoolboy.” The director’s voice was kind as she came up to the two of you, and Ben agreed easily before she turned to you. “Great job, Y/N, don’t be afraid to be more even more forward, if you feel it.” As soon as you nod in understanding, she absconds, and you half laugh.

“If I was any more forward I’d be in your lap.” You snickered, voice quiet as you dipped your head to hide how you were faintly flustered. Ben was quiet, just watching you for a moment, but before you noticed, the director called for everyone to standby.

“I’m after Maggie, do you know where I could find her?” Ben starts as soon as the cameras start rolling, brow furrowed as he leans across the bar to speak to the bartender, and that’s your cue to enter the scene.

“Hey there, baby, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here; I know I’d recognise your face.” And when you say it this time, he smirks back at you, a little cocky, and you can feel the way it makes your heart flutter and you know it’s not as fake as it should be.

Before filming even starts, the producers have essentially forced you and Ben into bonding sessions which, if this were several years ago, would have just been dates. Now they’re awkward and tense, and you tend to bring heavily highlighted scripts.

“I saw you in that Wes Anderson movie last year. It was a really good performance, one of your best.” He offers over coffee. The idea that he’d kept up with enough of your work to label one ‘your best’ has you a little shocked, and something in your heart warms as you thank him softly.

It’s gotten easier to hang around with him, and it’s even easier to pretend to be in love with him in rehearsals. It’s like riding a bike, how easy it is to let yourself smile and lean into him, to let the banter flow easily between the two of you, fond jabs that edge on insulting coming as easily as breathing.

Joe mentions that he thought the two of you worked together before, and when you reply that you’d dated for almost a year, he goes very quiet, eyes going wide. After a beat, he admits it explains a lot.

“X-Men did you real dirty.” You’re half paying attention to an interview with Roger Taylor that the two of you had been instructed to watch together. You’re both in his trailer, sitting on opposite ends of the sofa as you watch in almost complete silence.

“What?” He asks, after a beat, your words having taken a moment to process.

“Killing you off like that; they could have gotten so much mileage out of your character.” The way you say it is far too well thought out to be an idle thought. Ben smirked.

“You just liked the leather pants.” He muttered, but you’re silence is answer enough. You know he sees your embarrassed smile, but you can’t bring yourself to deny it.

“Hey, do you wanna grab a drink after and go through notes and blocking and stuff?” You’re shooting your third episode, and you’re far more comfortable on set by now. Agreeing easily, you let Ben drive the two of you to what he claims is the best pub in town, and you sit in one of the more secluded booths to talk.

It turns out he’s just as much a fan of you as you are of him; you’re known more for your bit-parts in long-running series, it seems like the only show you hadn’t been a part of so far had been Eastenders, it was only a matter of time. It’s an innocent night, true to his word, all you do is talk, and discuss the script. There is one part of the upcoming script that has you a bit nervous. 

“Listen, honestly just go for it; it’s not meant to be sweet or anything, I’m literally taking coke from you.” You tell him, fidgeting, and he’s hums thoughtfully.

“You sure? We can talk to the director, I’m sure-” He offers, but you laugh to hide your nervousness.

“Nah, let’s knock it out of the park, the script says go for it so just go for it.” You assured him, heart rate already quickening at the mere thought of it. 

The next day, before the scene, the director comes over to talk you through it, making sure that if anything becomes uncomfortable, that you can talk to her. Both you and Ben assure her that it’s fine.

“You’re far too cute for this line of work.” You say as you hold a baggie of “cocaine” up to the light, smile playing on your lips.

“Cute? Ouch, you really know how to wound a man, you know.” He says, leaning back against the sofa in the hallway of the grubby hotel your character was staying in. He’s watching you with interest, small smile playing on his lips.

“Cute’s not a bad thing, baby, but you look like you should be making coffees or playing football in the sun, not here, not with me.” And you tap out a little of the powder onto your hand, pretending to snort it before you turn to him, his expression dark and hungry, and he kisses you, aggressive, almost desperate, and you lean into it, almost forget you’re playing a role with his hand on the back of your neck. When he lets go, when he pulls away, your eyes are still closed and you chase his lips for a moment. Eyes flickering open, you see him smirking down at you where he’s standing, and you both know it wasn’t entirely acting.

“You don’t know anything about me.” He growls, and you know you have to smile like you’re into it, like it’s a challenge, but instead, you duck your gaze, giving a small laugh and wiping at the nostril you’d just “snorted cocaine” through, before looking up at him through your eyelashes.

They call cut, and the director announces, almost a little awed, that she’s pretty sure they got the the take, actually says she’s not sure if she could getting a better take if they tried again. Ben seems far too pleased with himself. 

“They want us to tell the public we’re together.” You’re resting your head on Ben’s chest laying at the back of the tour-bus set, and his hand is resting on your waist, which is bare for the crop top and booty shorts they’ve put you in.

“Yeah, I heard.” He replies, voice equally quiet. “I think we’ve got a meeting about it tomorrow morning.” Gwil and Rami are actually playing scrabble at the front of the bus, and Joe is talking to Singer, the director.

“It’s a bad idea.” You’re so frank that you feel Ben freeze, and you heave a sigh. “It’s good for the movie, but Ben...” You trail off, and you feel it when he forces himself to relax. “It wouldn’t be real, it would just be weird.”

“Y/N, we’re actors.” He says very pointedly, and when you turn, resting your chin on his chest, he looks tired, a little exasperated. “It’s just a business deal.” He assured, and you let out a low, thoughtful grumble. 

“We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” You allow, and he nods once, shifting to a more comfortable position, and you go back to resting your head on his chest, eyes fluttering closed as Singer called for the shot to be reset and a bunch of people came and straightened your clothes, and touched up your makeup, all without you having to move much.

You agree to the terms set forth in the meeting easily, the story being that your relationship rekindled on set, and that you were now madly in love, mirroring the relationship you were portraying on screen.

“Wait, does that mean-?” Ben leans forward in his chair, with his heart in his throat as he followed their logic, thinking through the plot of the movie. “Like engaged?” He asked.

“Seems a bit fast.” You agreed, voice level enough that someone might mistake you for calm rather than internally freaking out, and your managers shared a look.

“There will be a public proposal during or after the world premiere, that’s up to you both, and after the movie is out on DVD, you can go your separate ways.” They assured, but your mouth fell open.

“You know he left me for X-Men, right?” You splutter, and Ben’s eyes widen as he turns to you with a scoff.

“You’re the one who said the distance was too much for us while I was in Cairo.” He snapped, and you threw your hands in the air.

“I was offering to come and stay with you instead, but you said you were too busy!” That was enough to shut him up, his mouth snapping closed as he turned away sharply, huffing out a resigned sigh.

“We have a few brands and restaurants who are interested in sponsoring, and the producers are willing to increase both your salaries if you go through with it for the full duration.” Your manager informed you both carefully, and you and Ben shared a resigned look.

“Fake intend to marry me for like three months?” He asked, voice low and bitter, and after heaving a long sigh, you look to your managers,

“Fine.”

“I think I love you.” Ben’s character shows up at your character’s door, and you open it in a silk robe. 

“Hello to you too.” You laughed, but he’s so serious, so sincere, and when he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t offer anything else, you step up to him, pressing your lips to his, and he wraps his arms around you, hands sliding against the silk over your hips, and you pull back.

“You’re too sweet for me, baby,” voice so low it’s barely a whisper, he’s the one who chases your lips this time, but your catch his chin, and his eyes open. 

“You’re high.” He says softly, voice raw and a little desperate.

“And you’re my dealer.” You push him back gently, going to close the door and his expression turns angry.

“That doesn’t mean anything; I love you, Maggie.” His words hang heavily in the air, but before you can respond, they call for cut. You’re told to play it more like it hurts to try and turn him down, and you agree, smiling and nodding all the while. Everyone sets up for another take and you close the door.

When you kiss him this time, his hands are holding your face, and you’ve got your arms around his neck, and it’s like the world falls away from around you. It’s not acting now, hasn’t been for weeks, almost months now, not since he’d asked you out officially. Every time you kiss him you’re desperate to drown in his embrace, and he kisses you like it’s just the two of you, no cameras, no scripts.

“You’re-” and he cuts you off with another quick kiss, which has you laughing a little sadly, “Peter you’re too sweet for me.” He rests his forehead against yours, heaving a sigh.

“I know you’re high.” He says gently, and you don’t push him away this time, just lean back, your finger lifting his chin.

“And you’re my dealer.” You tell him, expression falling.

“That doesn’t mean anything, that doesn’t matter; I love you.” And you know that in that moment, the words mean so much more than the script, than these characters, than the show; he loves you. Ben loves you.

You avoid him, outside of filming, until you actually get a call from your manager telling you you’re contractually obligated to be seen in public together at least once a week. Even while filming you’re short with him, and he’s quick to get away from you the moment he doesn’t need to be around you, which was getting to be pretty bad, seeing as how you had been blocking a sex scene.

After the call, you and Ben get a drink. It’s awkward at first, though that’s unsurprising. After a long sip of his beer, he pats his thighs where he’s sitting in the armchair across from you. You make a face at him, shaking your head. 

“It’ll look less suspicious than if we’re shouting at each other across the table.” He hissed, and you groaned, obliging and crossing to sit yourself in his lap. He’s warm and secure, and he wraps his arm around you like it’s second nature. “Let’s not make this weird.” He said gently, and you nod.

“As for tomorrow’s shoot,” you said softly, leaning in to make sure no-one else heard, and he nodded, humming softly, “we’re professionals, and,” after a beat you cleared your throat pointedly, “it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

“Not in front of a camera crew we haven’t.” Ben says with a smirk, and you snicker in agreement. “It’s gonna go fine; this is all gonna go fine, I promise.” And when you raise your eyebrows at him in surprised question, he just laughs softly, and brings you in for a chaste kiss. “It’s only until the DVD’s released.” He assures you, and you let your expression fall, already weary.

“Ben, that’s over a year away.”

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[whosmorales]

Kiss the girl - Spider Noir x reader

A/N: there’s no where near enough spider noir fanfics so I decided to take a crack at it. I’ve never written one before though so I sincerely apologize if this stinks.

Warnings: swearing, fluff I guess?? General bad writing

“I need you to fake date me” you said to Peter (Peter Noir to be specific, not the pig or the old, sad man, as much as you loved the two.)

Peter sighed and took of his thick, round glasses to clean them off on his sweater as he supported himself by leaning one arm on the kitchen counter. “And what is this for exactly?” He inquired, his dark eyes locking with yours before he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

You felt yourself get flustered when you realized how stupid you must sound to him right now. “Weeeelllllll..I may or may not have made a bet with Miles. We agreed that whoever could get someone from the spider crew to go out with them first would get twenty dollars from the other one.” You said, avoiding his gaze slightly.

“And why me?” He asked in a slightly soft voice.

“Well, dating a pig would just be weird, Peter B is almost twice my age and is just patching things up with MJ, Penni is like my little sister, and Miles is totally pining over Gwen, I’m trying to win a bet, not break the kids heart.” You rambled, casually deciding not to mention that you wouldn’t mind dating him for real, instead of just for twenty dollars.

He sighed softly in response before making eye contact with you once again, his deep black eyes stared into yours in a way that was almost intense. “Fine...” he muttered, breaking eye contact after what felt like an eternity. “But you owe me one” his features softened and his face flushed a little, but you barely noticed considering his skin only got a slightly darker gray color.

You gave him a cheeky smile. “Thanks, Love.” You said in a sarcastic way. I mean, if you guys were gonna fake date, you might as well make the most of it, right? You grabbed his hand in yours, catching him off guard, and marched down to Aunt May’s basement, where everyone was hanging out.

You proudly walked up to Miles, Peters hand still in yours. “Cough it up Morales!” You said with a wide grin on your face.

“Are you mcfreaking serious?!” He said, avoiding using a certain word in front of Penni. You nodded happily and looked up at Peter, who you saw was nodding as well, his face calm and his mouth forming a soft, almost indistinguishable smile.

Miles let out an over dramatic sigh before pulling a crisp 20 out of his back pocket and putting it in your hand, or more like tossed it over to you, refusing to give you the satisfaction of winning by giving it to you so delicately. You giggled delightedly and gave Miles a hug, which he ignored like the little drama queen he is. After that, you turned around to face Noir. Should you hug him? No, you had to keep up the impression that he was most definitely your boyfriend, but without freaking him out or anything. You put your hand in his and squeezed it softly, which caught him off guard, he was hoping expecting so much as a kiss on the cheek, but at least he could remain cool and calm this way.

“Alright I’m gonna go get a new book, with my new TWENTY DOLLARS” you said, dragging out the last few words and making sure to rub it in Miles’ face.

“Slow down darling, you’ll freeze out there.” You heard Peter say before spinning around to see him wrap his seemingly giant trench coat around you. You felt a light blush sprinkle your cheeks.

“Thanks” You said rather quietly before you spun back around on your heel to go to the book store about a block from Aunt May’s house.

“Be back in time for movie night! 9 o’clock, you can choose the movie.” Peter B yelled as you walked away. You smiled to yourself and wrapped the coat tighter around yourself and putting on a pair of boots over your fuzzy socks. You checked the time, 7:30 pm. Cool.

As soon as Miles heard the door close upstairs, he turned around in his chair to look at Peter Noir, who could already feel himself getting flustered.

“Sooooo...you and (Y/N) huh?” He said, almost in an interrogation voice.

“Y-Yeah” Peter replied awkwardly, tugging at the collar of his turtleneck and fumbling over his words.

“Cute.” Gwen said out of nowhere. “What’s your favorite thing about her?” Gwen was like an overprotective sister to you, even if she was younger, and she wanted to know everything about you, your friends, and your partners, which now included Peter.

“Uhm..well, my favorite thing about her can’t be boiled down to just one thing” he said, not even realizing it was all fake. “I like the little smiles she does when she gets complimented, how her nose scrunches up, I like how she puts other people before herself, especially when she’s saving people, when there’s stray glitter on her face from who knows where, it just looks angelic, I like when she’s having a lazy day and just lounges around in Spider-Man pajama pants and a big old tee shirt, and she still looks gorgeous.” He continued to ramble on before he realized.

Fuck.

He has it really bad for you.

A little bit more time passed of him gushing over you like a girl with her first crush to the other members of the spider crew before you came downstairs, already having changed into a big, comfy Disney world tee shirt and the Spider-Man pajama pants that Peter adored you in oh so much.

“I got a Spider-Man comic book!” You said happily, showing it to Penni, who you knew would be beyond excited to read it with you before she went to bed every night. That was another thing Peter loved about you, you were always elated to hang out with any member of the crew, and you had special activities you did with all of them. With the two of you, you loved to show him music from different decades, your favorite being the 80s, you just loved dancing like an idiot to the voices of David Bowie and Freddie Mercury with your friend. Yeah, that’s all he was. Your friend who you just so happened to be fake dating.

Peter B clapped like a teacher trying to get a class to listen up. “Okay kiddos it’s movie night! Since porker got to choose last week, that means it’s (Y/N)’s turn today!” You smiled to yourself, already knowing which movie I’d choose.

You fished out a CD of the little mermaid (nice pun). You knew everyone, as much as some would hate to admit it, enjoyed it. Porker and Penni enjoyed any cartoons, Peter Noir loved watching anything ahead of his time, especially colorful movies like this one, as much as Miles and Peter B would hate to admit it, they were both suckers for the under the sea song, and Gwen had a soft spot for Ariel, she loved that Ariel was smart and knew what she wanted, unlike most of the princesses before her. And you? Well, this movie was just your favorite, you couldn’t explain it really, but watching it felt like being a giddy little kid all over again, it gave you a sense of wonder.

You smiled like a little kid seeing fireworks for the first time as the bright blue screen flashed with a picture of the Disney castle. You were snuggled up under a soft pink blanket (that you totally didn’t steal from Penni) with Noir by your side, the two of you separated by his hand. You sighed internally, why couldn’t it be like this all the time? you thought to yourself, why couldn’t you always be by Noirs side, be able to call him your boyfriend, borrowing his trench coat, even though everyone besides him couldn’t pull it off the same was he did, calling him cheesy nickna-

Your thoughts were cut off midway through when you felt a strong, but gentle arm wrap around your shoulders over the couch. You jerked your head rather quickly to see Peter, who looked all embarrassed and flustered, but his arm didn’t move, though you weren’t complaining. You melted into his touch pretty instantly and you felt his fingers lazily trace patterns of swirls and circles on your arm. God you were so glad he wasn’t aware of what colors meant, because the blush across your nose and cheeks was growing, and fast.

You felt yourself smile into Peter’s shoulder, which you rested your head against, when you heard your favorite song of the movie, kiss the girl, come on. Something about the song was just so magical and sweet, and listening to it while snuggling with Peter “Noir” Parker made you feel beyond lucky.

“And you don't know why, but you're dying to try. You wanna kiss the girl” you sang along softly. Peter was surprised he didn’t swoon right then and there at the sound of your gentle voice.

Without realizing what he was doing, Peter put 2 fingers under your chin to face you towards him, gently and calmly. He stared into your eyes for a breif moment, though it felt like everything else had disappeared in that moment, no one but you and Peter. He looked down, letting out a small exhale that released just enough anxious thoughts for him to kiss you. It was gentle and calm, but it felt so real.

After a moment, you pulled away from him and stared into his eyes, searching to see how sincere he was, almost not believing what had just happened.

Had he done this because the others were around? Or did he do that because he really wanted to?

You smiled at him softly before sinking back into him. He was almost in disbelief from how calm you were, because god knows he was absolutely freaking out internally and probably over analyzing everything.

There was a good hour left in the movie, although it felt like it went by in just seconds of cuddling under Peter’s arm while your hands grabbed his free one and to rubbing in circles on his hand. As the end credits started to roll, you noticed everyone besides you and Peter had passed out. For a second, you felt shy and vulnerable, even though you’d kissed what felt like moments ago.

“I like fake dating you” Peter said as he rubbed the back of his neck and spoke quietly as to not wake the others up.

You smiled shyly, though you felt kind of heartbroken, with the word fake being added to that sentence . “I like fake dating you too.”

“Alright Doll, I’ll see you in the morning.” He said, in that warm 30s voice of his you loved to hear so much.

“Goodnight Love.” You said softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, which he didn’t seem to think much of. That made you realize something: I want to actually date this nerd! Fuck I’m a dumbass!

“Wait!” You whisper shouted as he walked away. He turned around to you with a goofy smile.

“I want to date you...but for real this time.” You said, or more accurately declared.

He smiled softly and nodded. “Me too, I guess I’ll see you in the morning Love”

He called you love

Holy shit

God this man made you melt like Ariel did for prince Eric.

A/N: sorry if this is like really bad but let me know what you guys think!

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[immortal-imagines]

Easily Distracted - Part 2 (End)

Summary: (Y/N) has a huge crush on her classmate, Roger Taylor. As a ploy to get closer to him, (Y/N) asks Roger to teach her how to play the drums, despite the fact she has no interest in playing whatsoever.

Part 1

(70s Roger Taylor x Reader)

Warnings: Mild swearing

Word Count: 1,144

Requested by: Anon

A/N: Again, I know nothing about drums, so apologies if I get some stuff wrong! Hope you enjoy it! Please send in more Queen or BoRhap requests coz I love doing them!

Each step felt like a step closer to a nightmare. Even though this was exactly what she wanted, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel the dread in her stomach as she approached the music room. She could already hear Roger playing. Her palms were getting sweaty and her face flushing. She kept playing the last words he’d said to her over and over in her head. She couldn’t quite believe that they were real. “It’s cute when you blush.” Roger Taylor thought she was cute! It was all (Y/N) had ever wanted.

She pushed open the door and immediately felt butterflies. Roger looked up and grinned. “There’s my newest student!”

(Y/N) smiled back. Roger stood up, making a grand sweeping gesture, allowing her to sit behind the drum kit. “We don’t mess around here at the Roger Taylor Academy of Drums,” he joked, “You’re getting straight in the driver’s seat.”

She sat down and he handed her the drumsticks. “Now, these are very precious to me, so don’t break them,” Roger said, planting a kiss on each stick before placing them in her hands. “Don’t look so concerned! You’ll do great,” he added.

Roger took a seat next to (Y/N) and began to show her how to hold the sticks, along with a couple of simple things she could do on the drums. However, (Y/N) barely heard a word he said. She was completely lost at the feeling of being so close to him. His blue eyes and perfect lips. It was impossible to focus on what he was trying to teach her. She was only pulled out of her daydream when he said, “Are you ready to give it a try?”

“Wha… Uh… Wait, what was I supposed to do again?” (Y/N) stuttered, completely flustered and embarrassed at her lack of concentration.

“I think you and Freddie will make terrible English partners,” Roger laughed.

“Why’s that?”

“You’re both very easily distracted,” Roger stated. (Y/N) covered her face with her hands, hiding the redness that was making its way over her cheeks. Suddenly, Roger’s hands were on hers, pulling them away from her face. He kept hold of her hands, when he said, “Do you really want to learn the drums?”

(Y/N) bit her lip. Her and Freddie’s master plan had fallen through. She’d look even more stupid than she already did if she didn’t tell the truth now. “Not really,” she sighed.

“Then why did you ask me to teach you?” Roger asked.

(Y/N) looked away, not able to meet his eyes and too embarrassed to tell him how she really felt. He took her face in his hands and turned it to face him. “I like you, (Y/N).” The words she’d been waiting to hear felt like a dream when they were actually said out loud. “I was actually really glad when you asked me to give you lessons. But, really, all I want to do is ask you on a date.” Roger’s face was serious and genuine.

“You really like me?” (Y/N) asked. Without saying anything else, Roger leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. That was enough of an answer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. This moment of bliss seemed to last forever. That was, until it was interrupted by the whoops and cheers of Freddie, John and Brian looking, their faces glued to the window in the door. “Finally!” Freddie’s yell was muffled, but his enthusiasm was clear.

“Wait,” (Y/N) said, pulling away from Roger, “Did Freddie know you liked me?”

Roger nodded, “I told him a while ago, yeah. Why?”

“That sneaky little…” (Y/N) laughed.  

Roger looked over at his friends, who were still staring, and shooed them away. Reluctantly, they left, but not before Freddie could give them both a thumbs up.

“Maybe I could take you on a date? Somewhere a little more private?” Roger said. (Y/N) smiled. “Good idea,” she said.

“I’ll pick you up at 7,” he said, picking up his drum sticks.

“Don’t be late,” (Y/N) called after him, as he left the room. She sighed. Had that really just happened? She was going on a date with Roger Taylor! Shit, she thought, what am I going to wear? The answer to that was simple: call Freddie.

~

(Y/N) stared at the mass of clothes piled up on her bed, while the only man she knew who would be helpful in this situation rifled through them. “Where’s he taking you?” Freddie asked. He was dressed relatively casually, in comparison to his usual outfits. He wore a black blazer, embroidered with gold flowers, and a pair of rather tight black trousers. Luckily, (Y/N)’s flatmate was out, otherwise she would have been very suspicious of the man in tight trousers in (Y/N)’s room.

“I have no idea,” (Y/N) threw up her hands, exasperated, “He just said he’d pick me up at 7, which is…” She checked her watch and gasped, “Shit! That’s in an hour!”

“Typical Roger to skate over the important details,” Freddie sighed, “But don’t panic. I’ve got this under control.”

After much deliberation, they settled on a black pinafore dress, with a floral red shirt underneath. “Simple, but elegant,” Freddie said, stepping back to admire his work. They heard a horn beep outside and both ran to the window. Roger was parked outside in his dark green mini. AC/DC was blasting from the stereo and Roger was tapping his fingers against the steering wheel along with the beat.

“Time to go, Cinderella,” Freddie said, spinning (Y/N) round and pulling her into a hug.

Roger got out the car when he saw them approaching. Freddie gave them both a quick wave before getting in his own car.

“Wow,” Roger breathed, “You look amazing.” (Y/N) smiled, looking down at her feet. Roger brought her face up to meet his and kissed her. “Don’t hide the blush,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the car, “You know I think it’s cute.” He opened the door for her and she got in.

“Where are we going?” (Y/N) asked, as they sped down the road.

“You’ll see in just a moment,” Roger said.

The journey flew by, as they chatted and sang along to the radio. When Roger turned a corner onto a rather winding, dirt road, (Y/N)’s curiosity peaked. “Where on earth are you taking me, Mr Taylor?” she laughed.

“So impatient. Just wait one moment,” he said. As he spoke, they emerged from the small road into an open space. It was the top of the hill, looking over the whole city. Lights were beginning to twinkle on, as the sun went down. “Wow,” (Y/N) said, “It’s beautiful.”

“Worth the wait?” Roger asked, stopping the car.

“Definitely.”

He leaned over to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “Just like you,” he said, kissing her cheek.

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BUCKET LIST (Roger x Reader) Chapter 1

Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 

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Summary: You and Roger meet at the record shop that you work at. And after some chatting about music you quickly become good friends. He finally manages to take you to one of his Queens gigs but things don’t really go as you anticipated.

Pairing: Roger x Reader

Warnings: Probably some swearing, some angst at the end, fainting.

Word count: 2k

A/N: This is my first fanfic series EVER so I’m still learning. I’m honestly really enjoying the writing. Never thought that would happen. I don’t know if the beginning is very good, but I hope my writing gets better as the story progresses. IF YOU HAVE FEEDBACK, PLEASE TELL ME SO I CAN IMPROVE. The timeline isn’t super accurate or anything, but this is fiction, so yeah. English isn’t my first language so I apologize for any dumb grammar mistakes. And I want to thank @hiyadarlingirl for correcting some of them. 

Have fun reading!

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Chapter 1 ‘The list’

“You can’t just sit at home all day! Come on Y/N live a little” Roger said chuckling while softly pushing an elbow into your side. “You know what, you are going to make a list of things you have never done before and we are gonna do them together.”

“Really? A list?!  I’ve got better things to do.” You replied.

“Like what exactly?” 

A few months ago this guy kept showing up at the record shop you were working at. And one time you decided to have a chat with him. One thing led to another and you and Roger quickly ended up hanging out almost every weekend, talking about music and watching movies. If Roger didn’t have a gig with his band. In the few months you had been friends with Roger you didn’t know what had hit you. He was a lot. He always pushed you to do things that were far out of your comfort zone. You hated it and loved it at the same time.

“I’m just not as wild as you Roger! That you like to go out every Saturday night doesn’t mean that other people like doing that too.” You hissed.

“But we can change that.” He said with a smirk on his face.

He suddenly stood up from the couch that you were lounging on. “Okay. Do you have paper and a pen?” He said standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“No, we’re not doing this!” You raised your voice.

“Then I’ll find it myself,” He said with an arrogant grin on his face. 

“Fine! But you have to promise me that you won’t think I’m weird.”

“I already think you’re weird. That’s why I like you.”

“Sometimes I wonder why I still hang out with you.” You sighed slightly annoyed.

“Because I’m irresistible,” Roger said. A cocky smile yet again appearing on his face.

“Okay, fine Mr amazing I’ll grab it.”

You opened a drawer of your hardwood cabinet. You once found it at a second-hand shop and you couldn’t resist buying it. It was very beautiful but very heavy and you still wondered how you had managed to get it to your apartment.

The drawer made a soft creaking sound as you opened it. You searched through some papers and took out a little notepad and a pen that laid on your desk.

Roger snatched the pen and paper out of your hand and positioned himself onto your leather couch. He wrote something down in big letters. You followed the movement of his hand and it read.

Bucket list

“Go ahead love, I’m waiting,” Roger said while tapping the pen on his leg.

“Uhm…” You muttered, trying to think of something that wasn’t too embarrassing.

“I can think of some things,” Roger said, and he started writing.

Bucket list:

Go an actual party at a club

As soon as you read the first line you felt your cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. You were 23 for god sake and you had never been to an actual party at a club. Well, you sometimes stopped by one to pick up a friend, but you never participated in the whole going out thing. 

Roger had a habit of calling you in the middle of the night when he was at a party or club, or after late night gigs. He would always call you to tell you how awesome it was. That the audience was so enthusiastic, and he would tell you about weird things that had happened that night. He always sounded so excited and even though you were hardly following anything he was saying, it was worth being woken up for. You would always ask him if he was okay and if he could get home safe. He would constantly tell you that he was fine, but if you heard that he was drunk you would always come to pick him up because you didn’t want him to accidentally hurt himself. You usually took him to your apartment and put him down on the couch with a blanket. You sometimes stopped to look at him. A little bit of light slipping through the curtains, illuminating his smooth features. He looked so peaceful in those moments.

“You know Y/N I still don’t understand why you never go to party’s at clubs.”

“I just don’t like the loud music, it smells like alcohol and it’s warm and sweaty.” You replied while you made a disgusted face.

“It’s not that bad. You should come with me for once. I’ll introduce you to my bandmates, it’ll be fun.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Later that week

“Emily! could you come here for a second” You yelled to your housemate and best friend. “What do you think Em?”

“O honey, you’re not going to your grandma.” She said while standing in the doorway. “I’ll find you something else.” Emily walked to your closet and started looking through it. She grabbed a dress that had been laying in the back of your closet for ages. “Here, put this on.” She tossed you the dress.

It was a red dress and the print and fabric choice reminded you of those Asian dresses. You thought it was very beautiful but you were never confident enough to wear it because it was very short and tight and the color screamed for attention. Which wasn’t exactly your favorite thing in the world.

You stood in front of your mirror with Emily beside you.

“Are you sure it’s not too much?”

“Noo, it’s cute! Besides you’re going to a club after all.”

You grabbed a pair of platform heels to go with your outfit and added some necklaces and a pair of earrings. You glanced into the mirror one last time and actually thought you looked rather hot. 

It was dark outside and you waited for Roger to come and pick you up. Even though it was summer you were shivering a little and you were happy when you heard the sound of Rogers car.

“Good evening Mrs. Y/L/N. You look out of the ordinary”

“Yeah, I was feeling bold.”

“Well, You look stunning,” Rogers comment caused your cheeks to blush a little. He could be mean and harsh sometimes, but he truly had his sweet side too. And it made your heart melt a little.

You got into the car and Roger put on some music. As soon as a nice song came on you and Roger started singing very loud. It was something you two always did. It helped a little with the cold. But Roger noticed that you were still shivering a little and offered you his leather jacket.

“No thank you, I’m fine Rog really!”

“C’mon Y/N you’re shaking,” Roger replied with a hint of concern in his voice.

Roger pulled up to stop at the side of the road and handed you his jacket. “Here, put this on.”

You followed his command, not wanting to start an argument over this.

You entered the club and a wave of warmth hugged your body. You relaxed at the feeling of it. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

The dance floor was filled with people. Their body’s seemingly merging into each other. You let your mind drift off a little as you swayed your body to the beat of the music.

You suddenly were pulled out of you daze when you felt a hand on your shoulder and quickly turned around to face this person. It was Roger. Of course it was Roger. “Enjoying this after all?” He said “You wanna come backstage? I’ll introduce you to my mates.”

“Sounds fun.” You cheered, raising your voice to make yourself heard above the loud music.

Roger grabbed your hand to pull you through the crowded space and led you backstage. He opened a door and pushed you inside. “Hey Y/N I’m gonna set up my drum kit. I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”

“But you said tha-…” you blurted out, but he was already gone.

A little bit flustered you turned to see a man sitting in front of one of the mirrors. He seemed extremely focused on doing his eyeliner but as soon as he heard your footsteps he turned around. “Hi, darling! You must be Y/N.” 

You stepped towards him to shake his hand. “Yess, and you must be Freddie then”

“At last we meet.” He flashed you a kind smile “Roger told us all about you dear. He couldn’t shut up about you for the past months.”

You felt your cheeks blush. “Ooh, yeah, um..” you stuttered. You didn’t know what to say.

“He adores you, and how you make art like your life depends on it. By the way, I love your dress!”

You were pretty sure your face was as red as your dress now.

“Hey! Y/N right?” A man with brown poodle hair stood in the doorway. He walked towards you to shake your hand “I’m Brian. Freddie, what did you do to her? She’s all red.” He exclaimed in a high pitched voice. “Come sit down and I’ll get you a drink.”

“Roger told us all about you. I see he finally convinced you to come to one of our gigs?” Brian said. You were sitting on the couch and Freddie and Brian were sitting on the two chairs right in front of you. 

“Yes, he did.” You took a big sip from your drink, you felt the alcohol burn in your throat and you hoped that it would calm you down a little. This was all very new and exciting.

Roger slammed the door open. “Guys we can start!” He said in an excited voice. “Ah, I see you’ve met the boys.”

“Yeah well, you pushed me inside so…  I didn’t really have a choice did I?”

“No offense.” You glanced at Brian and Freddie.

Roger stood next to the couch with his hands on his hips. 

“Where’s Deaky?” He asked.

“I’m here” You heard a soft voice coming from the corner of the room.

“Have you been sitting there the whole time John?” Brian said.

“Maybe,” John replied. “I.. I was reading something. I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you guys?” He stuttered.

“You don’t have to apologize, John, it’s fine. We were just a little worried you had left or something” Brian said. 

John stood up from his little corner and walked towards the couch that you were sitting on. “Hi, I’m John. But I guess you already know that now.” He gave you a firm handshake, something you hadn’t expected of him. “God, you must think I’m a total weirdo now.” He said softly.

Roger clapped in his hands, “Let’s get going, the show starts in two minutes. People are already yelling out there.”

“Then we should hurry I suppose”, Brian said with a huff while he got out of the chair he was sitting in. And before you knew it they had run off including Roger.

You opened the door that led to the main area of the bar and you tried to wiggle yourself through the crowd, in an attempt to see Roger and his bandmates. You came to stand beside a beautiful lady. She had short blonde hair and a fringe.

“They’re so great aren’t they?” She had a soft and friendly voice although she had to raise her voice to be heard above the noise of the crowd.

“Yeah, well I actually haven’t heard them yet.”

“That’s a shame. What brought you here then?”

“I’m a friend of Roger.”

“Aah, a friend. Yeah, I think he might have told me about you. It’s Y/N, right?” You nodded.

"I’m Mary by the way.”

Suddenly the crowd started cheering as Freddie played a few notes on the piano.

“Now then.” Freddie began. Some guy yelled something but you didn’t hear what he said. “Well, you guessed it right. Right now we would like to do something new for you actually, it’s about four pieces that we put together. Sort of a medley. Three of them are on our new album Sheer Heart Attack.”

The crowd cheered at Freddie’s words.

“Thank you. Which is now racing off the charts thanks to you.”

The crowd started cheering again, but they fell silent when Freddie played a few notes on the piano.

“so 1.. 2.. 3.. 4..”

You listened in awe, they truly were amazing. And you almost lost it at Rogers high notes. They were absolutely orgasmic, and you had never heard anything like it. To say you were blown away was an understatement.

You heard one marvelous song after another and you were very excited. You began walking to the bar as you started to feel a bit dizzy, and the warmth of the crowd was definitely not helping with it. 

“Hey. Hey, where are you going?” Mary shouted as to make herself heard, while softly grabbing your arm. 

“I’m feeling a bit dizzy, I’m gonna sit down for a bit.” 

“Do you need me to go with you?” 

“No, I’ll be fine on my own thank you.”

You pushed yourself through the crowd and everyone seemed to look at you. You quickened your pace to get to the bar faster but it seemed impossible.

You started to see stars at this point and you regretted not accepting Mary’s help. You felt your body tingle and the sounds around you got muffled. Before you could grab someone your ears started ringing, your body started feeling fuzzy and your vision went completely blank.  

A/N: Well that ended a little angsty. Tips and feedback in any form are highly appreciated. I plan on making this a little series. Have a lovely day and don’t forget to leave a comment, reblog, and/or like if you enjoyed it. It helps a lot.

Chapter 2 // Chapter 3

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Mended. Chapter 1.

Hi, this is an AudreyXOC story I’ve been playing around with for a while now. I figured I’d get it out there and see what people think about it.

Chapter 2

The last thing I wanted to do was move to a place where a serial killing just happened, but it seemed like my mom had other ideas. Thankfully, we were moving in the summer so it wouldn’t disrupt my schedule very much. I would still be a senior when the school year started.

My parents filed for divorce in April and it was finalized by the middle of May. She’d came from old money but left that life for my dad. Now that they weren’t together anymore, she had access to all that money again and was taking advantage of it. We had a really nice two story house in the Lakewood, Virginia suburbs with more than enough room for me, my mom, and my younger brother.

She hired movers so we didn’t have to do much once we got to our new house. My car wasn’t coming until later so I was stuck at home until it arrived. We’d been in mom’s car together for over eight hours and all I wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed.

By the time the movers had most of my stuff placed in my room, I was beyond bored. I’d already counted every floorboard in the room and seen everything possible outside my window. I made my bed and laid on it, contemplating what I could do to kill time. I knew a shower was out of the question until the movers were out of the house. The last thing I wanted was for them to see me naked.

A knock on my door made me jump up to open it. “What’s up, Freddie?”

“Mom’s going crazy downstairs and wants us out of the house. I think it would be best if we got out of the house before she goes off on the movers,” he replied, leaning against the doorjamb.

Freddie was fourteen and one of my best friends. Mom and dad never had a perfect relationship so the two of us banded together a lot. More than a couple nights, I made him dinner and woke him up for school the next morning.

He tossed me the keys to her Subaru and I grabbed my bag, chasing him downstairs to the entryway. We shouted our goodbyes to mom as we jogged to the car and escaped the wrath of hurricane Candace.  

We drove around the entire town in literally twenty minutes and deduced there was very little to do aside from a roller rink, a movie theater, and a mall. With no other options, I pulled into the parking lot at the movie theater and we headed inside.

There was a sign standing in the middle of the theater lobby advertising an available job. I probably needed to find a job for the summer, I’d left mine back in New York. I elbowed Freddie and pointed to the sign, only for him to nod his head rapidly.

“Yes, sneaking me into movies and endless popcorn! The perfect job,” he agreed, then grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to the ticket booth. “Hi, my sister would like a job application.”

Freddie was very abrasive sometimes, and it was either really good or really bad. I was going to ask for myself, but I suppose he thought he should do it first before I lost my nerve like I had a tendency to do sometimes. I looked up to introduce myself and saw a really pretty girl looking back at me. She had short black hair and amazing blue eyes, instantly making my mind go blank.

“Uh, sure. Hang on just a sec, I’ll bring you one,” she replied, flashing us both a smile before disappearing into the back.

“What was that? It was like you forgot how to freakin’ talk,” Freddie teased the second we were alone. “Did you think she was that hot, Ari?”

“Shut up,” I hissed, punching him in the shoulder. “She is really pretty, don’t be an ass.”

Our conversation came to a halting stop when the door swung back open and the girl reappeared with a paper in her hands. She handed it to me and smiled, our fingers brushing and making my heart thump. I bit my bottom lip and looked away before peeking back at her from under my lashes to see if she was still looking at me. She’d fixed me with an unreadable look that quickly turned into a small smirk when our eyes met.

“I’m Audrey,” she told me as I filled out the application.

I looked up at her fully this time and saw that she was still watching me, making my face flush. “I’m Ari, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you in Lakewood before,” she continued as I went back to the application. “And I’m pretty sure I’d remember you.”

Was she flirting with me? My eyes flashed up to her in an instant and I saw the playful expression on her face. She was definitely flirting with me. Instead of instantly flirting back like usual, I just looked at her. I honestly felt like my chest was caving in on itself and my tongue was tied in quadruple knots.

“Yeah, we’re in the process of moving in right now,” Freddie said, thankfully taking the attention off of me and my inability to make small talk or seemingly talk in general.

“That’s awesome. Are you going to George Washington?” she asked, her eyes still trained on me as I scribbled down our new address. “Oh, you’re probably going to Lakewood Private.”

“No, we’re both going to George Washington,” I replied, finishing the application and finding my voice finally. “Will I see you there?”

“Finally,” Freddie muttered under his breath before disappearing into the theater crowd.

“Of course,” she told me, taking the application and brushing my hand intentionally this time and letting it linger. “Who else would show you around?”

I flipped my hair over my shoulder and flashed her most blinding smile during a moment of confidence I didn’t know I had. “I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Freddie mysteriously reappeared beside me and requested tickets to some gory horror flick that made me sigh. I wasn’t a big fan of scary movies, I much preferred animated ones or romantic comedies. Call me a cliché, but nothing about being scared on purpose sounded fun to me. He was taking advantage of me in flustered state to get what he wanted, a trait he took back from our father.

“Mom’s going to kick your ass if she finds out we went to this,” I replied, turning to face him. “Are you serious?”

“It is pretty scary, trust me,” Audrey said, sensing my unease and jumping to my aid. “If you want scary but not pants-wetting, try Hushaby Baby.”

I flashed her an appreciative smile before squeezing Freddie’s arm. “Okay, I’m taking your word for it. If you’re wrong, you’re not allowed to date my sister.”

I felt my face heat up at that and whatever confidence I’d mustered fade away, but Audrey just laughed. “It’s a good thing I’m telling the truth then.”

When my eyes flashed up at her, she winked at me and made me bite my lip because it made me so flustered. I handed her my money for the tickets and tried to keep myself from doing something embarrassing. I’d never been great at flirting with girls I thought were cute, it was like my brain became mush the second a pretty girl smiled at me and Audrey was no exception.

“Do you want to hang out this weekend?” I asked in a rush before I could talk myself out of it.

She grinned at me and I felt my stomach flip-flop anxiously. “That sounds really cool. Can I have your number?”

I took her phone and put my number in, putting the upside down smiley face emoji beside it. When she saw what I’d done, she looked up at me appreciatively. Then I handed her my phone and saw she’d put the little purple devil emoji beside her name.

“Okay, if you’re done flirting, can we go? I don’t want to miss the previews!” Freddie groaned, tugging on my arm.

“I’ll see you this weekend, Ari,” she laughed, saluting me with two of her fingers lazily as Freddie dragged me toward our theater.

I waved back at her before turning around to follow my brother. We’d scarcely made it into the theater before he whirled around to look at me. He had a huge smile on his face, he must’ve been proud of me. We were pretty invested in each other’s lives to be three years apart.

“She was cute, way to go, sis,” he bragged, leading me to the middle row where we always preferred to sit. “It took you long enough though.”

I punched his shoulder again and said, “Shut up and watch your movie.”

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