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darthwheezely · 3 years

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sand and stone - g.w. - 1

summary: marine biologist y/n has made a major discovery - george, prince of the north reef and heir to the throne of oceanic royals. but when sinister forces threaten his very life - and the life of his family - will they be able to make it out of this alive?

pairing: merman!george weasley x marine biologist!reader

warnings: cussing, light angst (in this chapter!) possible sex in future chapters (if so: I’ll add nsfw warnings to each chapter when that occurs!), cruelty

a/n: it’s taken ages for me to update my series’ and for that i am so sorry :,) i just needed to bust out smaller projects like one shots to bring my head space back and i PROMISE i walk chapter 5 will be next as i’ve been actively tackling it for a HOT second now, it just has some intense content to write so it’s been hard for me to tackle yk?

Fred replayed the scene over and over, he knew there was nothing that could bring George back, nor heal his guilt in the process. Fred was older, he should’ve been wiser by default, he was always the protector and for the first time in his life he had chosen his own mischief over George.

“Fred!”

“George!”

And in his mind the outcome would always be the same:

George was gone.

And it was his fault.

Palace life was more stifling than it ever was, with Fred next in line as coronation as the next High Prince with a few more titles after his elder brother Percy, a marital match was next, and for some odd reason (Fred noted) that was taking a higher value than searching for his own brother.

And that didn’t really make sense to him.

Fred had asked every living merperson in the court if they had seen the ship, what it looked like, where it was going, anything to conclude that information was out there. But alas, none of them knew anything important.

King Arthur, on the other hand, didn’t seem to want to help at all.

So here was Fred, now pushing his way through the doors of the main throne room, watching with vile contempt as his father and his oldest brother Bill chatted about something making them laugh so hard they were wheezing.

“Son! How lovely a surprise,” Arthur had looked bemusedly at his fourth and bullheaded son.

“Don’t bore me with your bullshit, Father, I know nothing I have to say will probably mean anything to you anyways,” Fred snapped, prompting Bill to rise from his seat.

“Fred, what is going on with you as of late? What makes you think you can address our father, the King mind you, like this-“

“Because with all due respect, big brother” he shifted his eyes from Bill back to their father, who was looking coldly back at him with less than no remorse, “I’ve come to ask about the search party for George.”

“Then, ask, son, you know your brother and I can’t do your little tease all day,” Arthur coughed, waving his aide to bring him his handkerchief.

“How has the party been? Has anyone found anything new since the discovery that it was a boat that took him?” Fred was pacing, tapping his chin, a mannerism he always did when he was in thought.

Arthur sighed in frustration, “we would have told you if there was any other news, now get dressed for your courtship ball tonight-“

“No.” Fred said simply.

“N-no?”

“Yes, no, as in no, I will not be attending the courtship ball tonight.” He crossed his arms and looked from Bill back to his now flabbergasted father. “Is there a problem?”

It was now Bill who answered an exasperated, “yes, there’s a problem, all the eligible women for currents on end will be in attendance and you need a wife before the kelp harvest, you know this-“

“Ah, forgive me, because a wife and a mindless piece of grass is more important than my own goddamn brother,” Fred spat, “my mistake, your Majesty.”

Arthur rose from his seat and started in towards Fred. “Frederick, Prince of the North Reef, you’ve got a lot of nerve coming in here and-“

“Demanding justice for your own child?”

The room was silent for a moment, Fred looking mightily angry but also pleased in the fact that yes, he had gotten his father right where he wanted him.

“Son. I’ll strike you a deal,” he said quietly. Fred scoffed and rolled his eyes, heading towards the exit.

“Father, I know the extent of your deals and as such, I’m not going to participate in your little games,” he called from behind.

“You don’t want to find George yourself?”

Fred stopped dead in his tracks.

“Freddie...a father knows his sons better than they expect...and George is your other half and...” he swallowed, “this search isn’t going as well as it should and we all need answers,” he finished softly. Fred turned around and tears pricked at his eyes.

“If you choose to find your brother on land and you do so in one week’s time,” he closed his eyes and inhaled, “you’ll never need marry-“

“Father-!” Bill sputtered.

“-and never need settle in any of the Reef palaces I’ve created. Son, you’ll be-“

“I’ll be free of royal life if I so choose” he rubbed his jaw, taking a moment to think.

“You’re the best brother I’ve ever had, Freddie!”

“And you’re my best friend, Georgie!”

“And we’ll never be apart-“

“Not as long as we live-“

“-forever,” Fred said to himself softly, before nodding.

“If I’m not back in a week - send the search. You don’t want two dead sons on your hands,” he paced back to the door, pushing both sides open with both hands.

“...and I’ve got answers to find.”

As soon as Fred left the room, Arthur chuckled deeply.

“Bill?”

“Yes, father?”

“Keep an eye on him. We don’t need him getting out and stirring up any more trouble.” He rose from his throne, eyes still staring at the door.

“My son must learn to be quiet.”

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George was back in the water, he knew that much. His head lolled back and forth as he slowly regained composure, seeing his tail as shiny and new as ever, but somehow unable to move it. He felt exhausted, like he’d swam to the South Reef and back like he used to do with-

“Fred...” he murmured, not really to anyone, just calling out to him somewhere. He realizes after a couple minutes that he was slowly sinking, his eyes fluttering open and shut again slowly in time before he hit the ground.

It was sand. He was in water, he knew that much, immediately jolting up swimming forward until-

“Neptune, what the fuck is this?” He rubbed his head, hitting something unbeknownst to him. He slapped and hit at the surface in front of him, making a sound of echo and reverb as he squinted his eyes and saw:

This was not home.

“Hey - hey let me out!” He shouted, banging on the clear surface, clearly seeing -

“Humans...” he mumbled, the laden horror setting in, backing up in shock and swimming for dear life before he hit the other side of this surface, repeating the same banging, desperate to be freed.

“Let me out! Let me go, I need to find my brother, please!” He cried out, swimming every way possible way, hitting the hard and translucent surface every time.

“What’s he doing?” A voice said, a younger woman for sure.

“He’s trying to break free, but unfortunately for him: that’s plexiglass.” A distinctly deeper and more even voice replied.

“He - he wants out.”

That voice. George stopped and turned around, he’d heard that voice before.

“I shouldn’t have brought him back, Dr. Lockhart-“

“No-“

“Yes, and - and now we’ve stranded him here, I mean, we don’t even know how long he’ll survive under isolation-“

“That’s enough, Miss Y/L/N!” The man shouted, stilling the voices in the laboratory. He cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses before smiling tightly at the girl.

“You forget yourself, Miss Y/L/N,” he said softly. “You may be a fantastic marine student, but you are still just that: a student. And until you reach a higher potential,” George watched with rapt eyes as the man made his way to her pressing a button.

“That is all you will be. A very. Smart. Student.” He clipped, turning a gauge.

George heard a very loud sound, looking up and seeing a large square thing coming down to the top of the encasement he was in. He scrambled to swim up, attempting to push it up and off, but it was too heavy and eventually he realized -

“I’m trapped,” he said hollowly, looking out at the people in the lab, now looking highly uncomfortable and exiting the room.

“Please - please I need to get back home,” he pleaded. “No, no, please” he banged harder on the plexiglass, “let me out! Please, let me out, I’m begging you!”

He saw her then, her face of...sadness. And remorse. And maybe something else.

“Please,” he whispered at her, before she swallowed, keeping her eyes to the floor and exiting the laboratory.

George, Prince of the North Reef was alone.

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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forgiveness

request from @evadne-poventis: I was thinking my character Eva has known the Weasleys for years and she eventually got engaged to Fred, then the war happened, he passed and she moves in with George for support and they fall in love

pairing: fred x reader, george x reader

word count: 3.9k (YIKES)

warning(s): mentions of death, anxiety, mental illness, nightmares, implied sexual content so ~proceed with caution~ i s’pose

A/N: i am just.. so sorry

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“We’ll get through this,” Fred said. He was standing across from you, outside of the Burrow, in the chilly, windy atmosphere, the sky turning a darker grey above you both. “We’ll get through this, and then we’ll get married and live happily ever after.”

You snorted at his silliness. Happily ever after. Who says things like that?

“Freddie,” you said, sniffling a little bit, trying your best to not think of the unknown.. the impending war just moments away, “What if—”

“No,” Fred silenced you by pressing his lips to yours, his hands cupping your face, your tears surely falling onto his fingers, “Don’t. Everything will be alright. You’re strong. We’ll be alright.”

You believed him. You believed him with every ounce of your entire being.

“Okay,” you replied. You peered at him with solemn eyes.

“Besides,” he started, losing the very serious tone to his voice, “if something happens, who’s going to dance with you at our wedding?” He began to dance very obnoxiously, making you laugh through your crying. You couldn’t help it. Fred was always making you laugh. He spun you around, lifted you off of the ground, and then placed you gently on your feet. But he was nervous, too. Very scared. You could see it in his eyes and in the way his voice was caught in his throat when he said, “When this is all over, you’ll be my mine forever—and the rest will be history.”

“Y/N?”

A soft voice wafted into your bedroom, taking you by surprise, and bringing you back to reality. It was George. His eyes looked red and tired. Like he’d been crying.

The apartment you shared was grey and colorless. It desperately needed to be dusted, but you both couldn’t bring yourselves to do so.

It had been six months since the war.

Fred hadn’t survived. One of many.

Your ‘happily ever after’, was it shattered? Were you to be considered a widow? You didn’t know—you weren’t technically married to him when he died. You adjusted yourself on the bench near your window and George came over to you and sat himself down next to you.

“You okay?”

“Just thinking.”

George nodded and offered a small smile. He didn’t need to say anything else. You both just knew. “Hungry?” He stood up and stuck out his hand and helped you gently to your feet.

You let out a soft hum and the two of you made your way into the kitchen.

After the war, after Fred had been killed, you asked George to move into the apartment that you and Fred had lived in together right after your engagement. When he saw how distraught you were, the emptiness and loneliness in your eyes, he immediately packed up his things and took to the empty room across from yours.

You’d fallen into a comfortable living arrangement. You’d spent your days at work, and George did his best to make his way back into the shop with Ron by his side. But it wasn’t the same. It was drastically different than how you imagined life after the war.

George found himself growing very comfortable beside you. It was nice to have someone else in the house—another body, another presence. It helped to not feel so desperately alone in what seemed like the worst few months of your entire life.

But you still desperately missed Fred. It seemed as though he came to visit nearly every night. You felt him beside you—when you slept, you could almost feel his arms around you, his smirk against your neck, hands tightening around your waist.

But each and every time you woke up, the space in the bed next to you was empty. You re-lived it every single day. You constantly grabbed at the sheets, desperate to feel his body. George re-lived it everyday, too..

You both missed Fred more than you could express with any amount of words or tears.

“C’mon then—we’re going to be late for class,”

“I don’t really care about class, to be honest with you,” he pulled on your hand and gently pressed you against the wall in the emptying corridor.

“McGonagall’s going to have your head.”

“Then let her,” Fred said breathlessly, brushing his thumb swiftly against your cheek, “I just need a bloody moment alone with you.”

He gently pressed his lips to yours, and you thought that maybe you could skip Transfiguration, just this one time— “It’s a shame we never get to be alone.”

“Mm,” he replied, barely breaking from you, “tell m’ about it,”

He moved down to your neck. Breathlessly, you told him, “Reckon you’ll just have to find a way to sneak into the girls dormitory tonight, then.”

He pulled back, eyeing you curiously. “You? Breaking the rules?” Such a tease.

“Oh shut up,” you replied, slapping him playfully. “You going to do it, or not?”

He laughed before kissing you again, “Love it when you talk sweetly to me, my love.”

One day George took you into the shop. It was only his second time back since his twin’s untimely demise.

“Does it look absolutely dreadful in here?” he asked you, laughing softly as he turned on the light.

“Not at all,” you replied and squeezed his hand. “Still just as bright and inviting as the day you opened.”

He offered you a small smile, grateful for your kind words. “D’you ever think I’ll be able to do it again? You know...run this place? Without him?”

His voice caught in his throat. It seemed as though tears were welling up in his eyes. “Yes,” you told him, confident as you’d ever been. “I do. And I think Fred would want you too, don’t you reckon?”

George laughed again, leaning against the counter. The shop, so very large and inviting, seemed so small now in its emptiness. “Can’t you hear him? Scolding me.”

“Yeah, I can,” you agreed. Was it okay to smile yet? Seemed as though George felt the same way, because he let himself grin from ear to ear, and immediately stopped when he felt a guilty pang in his heart. You felt a tug on your heartstrings. He looked so broken.

George was your best friend in the world. That’s how it had always been. He’d always been your closest confidant, the person you went to for everything. He was the first person you spilled your guts to when your feelings for Fred had changed, the first person you ran to when Fred told you he felt the same way. You didn’t tell anyone else about your engagement until you told George first—that’s how Fred wanted it. And now that Freddie was gone, it seemed to have only brought you and George closer. Was that a bad thing?

You both felt guilty about it, but, at least you had one another.

One night, you dreamt of Fred. It was one of many dreams you’d had since he died, but the most vivid. He was sitting across the Divination classroom from you, gazing at you as if he were in some sort of trance, sending winks across when Professor Trelawney wasn’t looking. Then it flashed to a scene outside in the corridors, when he’d kissed you on the cheek before heading in the opposite direction. Freddie, come back! Where was he going?

A crack of thunder woke you with a start. You felt your fingertips brushing your cheek, where Fred had just kissed you. For a moment you thought it was very real, only to stare down at the space next to you in bed.

It wasn’t the first moment of panic you’d had since the war.

You began to cry uncontrollably, gasping desperately for air, your face blotchy and red and swollen from the tears. The rain was coming down harder, now. George nearly scared the living daylights out of you when he opened your door, looking panicked as well.

“What’s wrong—are you alright?”

But you didn’t need to tell him. He knew you’d dreamt of Fred. “Lumos.” He placed his wand on your bedside table and pulled you into his arms as he sat down next to you, your head resting delicately against his chest as you continued to cry. Your body shook in his arms. His presence was comforting, though. He kept gently sweeping his hands through your hair, telling you softly every few moments that everything would be alright, squeezing his arms tighter around you. He wanted you to feel safe. That’s all he’d ever wanted. He wanted to take the pain away, and it broke his heart every single day that he couldn’t. He just wanted Fred to be here.

He pulled you to your feet and cupped your face in his hands before pulling you into him and pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead. As your crying slowed, your hands tightened around his waist. At least he was here. At least you hadn’t lost him too. You choked back a sob and he asked you delicately, “D’you think you’ll be able to sleep?”

You shook your head.

“D’you want a bit of tea?”

You shook your head again. And then, to his surprise, “Just...stay?”

He felt nerves like he’d never felt in his life, but he didn’t let on. He didn’t want you to see, because you didn’t know. Nobody did.

Nobody knew that George had been madly in love with you since before you and Fred had gotten together.

Not even Fred knew. And being the gentleman that he is, George never said a word to his twin, or to anyone, when you two began dating. And when you’d decided to move in together, he helped you unpack things in your new home with his brother. And when you and Fred ran to him to tell him you were engaged, he swallowed his pride and held you both in his arms, ready to celebrate.

And when Fred died, George promised himself he’d do everything in his power to keep his brother’s fiancé happy and safe.

So, if you wanted him to stay now, he shouldn’t feel guilty about that, right?

He swallowed over a lump in his throat when you peered up at him, eyes solemn and bloodshot and needy. Why were things so much easier to spill in the middle of the night? There was something about the darkness, about the stars twinkling in the sky, that made him feel so vulnerable.

He ran his hands from your neck, across your shoulder blades, down your arms and around your hips, squeezing tightly. Was this a mistake? You were closer to one another than you’d ever been.

You had this overwhelming urge to just.. inch forward.

He pressed a soft, chaste kiss to your lips and when you pulled away, you kept your eyes closed for a brief moment before opening them again. He waited with baited breath for your next move, the very quick rise and fall of his chest visible to you.

It was easy to become vulnerable in the middle of the night.

You grabbed the collar of his pyjamas, pulled him closer to you and kissed him sweetly. It started relatively slow, easy.. innocent. But it quickly turned hungry and dizzy and dangerous. He was on top of you, his lips on your neck and his hands underneath your shirt. He was desperate to feel your soft skin beneath his fingertips. The rain continued on, drowning out the rest of the world around you, but you could still hear soft moans escape his lips. It was comforting, in a strange way, to be in a world of your own..

Because while the rest of the world was rejoicing at the ending of the war, you and George were just doing your best to find something that felt normal. Okay. Real. So was it so terrible that in the midst of all of this, you’d found one another? Feeling his body pressed hard against you, in this way.. it felt strangely familiar. Like home.

Your eyes fluttered open to the light sound of the rain pattering on the rooftop a little while later. Inches from you, George’s eyes were opening too and he reached out to run his fingers through your hair. He leaned forward and kissed you gently.

You were both quiet, drifting in and out of sleep, lazily pulling your sheets across your bare bodies. You were busy running your fingers gently over his muscles when he awoke and smiled softly at you.

He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, and then you noticed it.

Your engagement ring. You hadn’t had the courage to take it off since..

You stopped short, and George noticed. Panicking, you backed away from him, tightening the covers around your chest and slamming your hand across your mouth to keep from screaming. Tears escaped your eyes with no effort.

He shot up immediately, pulling himself closer to you on the bed. “It’s—it’s alright—”

You bit back a sob, shaking your head violently, pulling your robe around you as quickly as you possibly could. George did the same. He stood up, feeling incredibly guilty, and walked around the bed and stood in front of you, looking as sad as he did on the day his twin was taken from him.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

You shook your head at him and finally found your voice—though, admittedly, rather shaky due to the tears. “No, no it’s—this—” you pointed back and forth at one another, “We—we can’t, George.”

“I know. We can just.. we can pretend like it never happened. I’ll just—I’ll go back to the Burrow.”

It felt as though your heart was breaking all over again. You couldn’t lose George, too. Panic was rising in your chest. “No, no! Please don’t go. We—we can work through this, okay? We’re just—sad. That’s all it was.”

You immediately regretted these words. George felt as though he was reliving every painful moment when he was reminded that you were not his. When after a Quidditch cup victory, Fred scooped you up into his arms and kissed you fiercely and George just had to pretend it didn’t hurt. When he’d painfully join you in the common room and you two snuggled close together on the couch. When you said to George, over and over and over again, how much you loved Fred when he’d finally asked you to marry him.

“Right,” he begrudgingly agreed, “we’re just.. sad.”

There was a heavy, painful silence between you both before George squeezed your hand and headed back to his room, alone, feeling more empty than he ever had been. He fell backwards onto his bed, and then pulled out family photographs from his bedside table. He cried nearly the entire night looking through them—guilt and sadness and pain taking him over. He was sure his twin would hate him now. He didn’t sleep. Your bed was cold without him. You didn’t sleep, either.

Things seemed to fall back to normal after that. Well—as normal as things could be, you supposed. The two of you did not discuss that night. It truly was like it never happened. But every so often, you found yourself bringing your fingers to your lips, remembering how it felt to be close to George in that way.

And George always remembered the feeling of your body pressed to his.

He was very apprehensive, but he stayed in the apartment. He didn’t move back home. He didn’t want to leave you. He needed to keep the promise he made—to make you feel safe and happy. So he stayed, and went back to pretending, went back to silently hurting. He went back to making his number one priority, you. Giving you a normal life, no matter what.

He watched you one evening, hovering over the soup on the stove, breathing in the steam—surely thinking about things, and he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and kiss you sweetly in the sunlight flooding the kitchen. But he couldn’t, and he didn’t.

Another three months had passed. You hadn’t once spoken about that evening, but you thought about it every single day. So did George. He tried very hard to suppress his feelings, he’d been approached by many at the shop, but he’d turned down each and every single one of them. He just couldn’t let you go. And your growing feelings for him were scaring you. You couldn’t stop them, no matter what you did. Was it wrong? What would people think—what would his family think? You had many restless nights, arguing with yourself to stay in bed, to not go into George’s room and slide in next to him—and just a few feet away, in a bed meant for two, George was arguing with himself about the exact same things.

You felt guilty, yes, you but even more so, you felt so incredibly alone—because now it didn’t seem like just Fred was gone.

It felt like George was gone, too.

He was busy closing up the shop one evening when you approached him, careful not to scare him in the quiet. You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around slowly, eyes tired and.. broken. “Hey,” he said, offering a small smile, “ready for dinner?”

“Not very hungry,” you admitted sheepishly, grinning a bit. “I—I just—”

George’s eyes grew with concern, and his heartbeat increased a considerable amount. Not a word, not a glance, nothing was exchanged about those moments since they happened—were you really about to bring them up?

“You and your brother are very different, you know.”

Surprised, he took this in. He smiled. “Yeah? Tell me.”

“Fred was.. boisterous,” you both grinned, thinking on this. “Not that you aren’t too, he just.. was a bit more outgoing. Loud. Exuberant. You’re.. more sensitive, and delicate,”

“That doesn’t make me sound too good, does it?” he asked teasingly.

“You know what I mean,” you continued, looking down at your feet. “Fred always wore his heart on his sleeve. Everybody always knew what he was thinking. He always made it rather obvious. But you—” you reached out slowly and placed a hand to his cheek, choking back tears that were rising to the surface, “you keep it all in, George. Nobody ever knows what you’re thinking.”

He blinked and waited.

“And it drives me bloody crazy, you know?”

You both laughed at this, and you bit your lip to keep from smiling too much. “I’m.. so sorry about that night.”

“Y/N, don’t—”

“No, please,” you said, taking his hands in yours. “That night, I—I think I asked for a little more than I could bargain for. You just.. looked like home to me. Felt like it. You are home. But sometimes it still feels like yesterday that he died, and I felt so bloody guilty, and I didn’t want you to think that I was with you because—”

Because he was the closest thing to Fred you could have. Because he looked exactly like him. Because it was like having Fred back in your arms.

The guilt that overtook you was almost crushing.

“I hope I’m not overstepping.”

George cleared his throat and squeezed your hand. “You’re not. I appreciate your honesty.”

You nodded slowly and opted to continue, “You’re my best friend, George. You always have been, ever since we were little. But I want you to know that—I see you for you. I’ve always looked at you and Fred as different people. You’ve never just been ‘Fred and George’ to me. He’s always been his own person, and you’ve always been yours. Just because you look alike doesn’t mean you’re exactly the same. I’ve always loved how different you are. So please know, that night, it—I wanted it. To be with you, I mean. I wanted it.. not because of all the reasons one may think, I wanted it because I’d.. fallen in love with you.” George’s insides suddenly felt warm and gooey, and his nerves were going mad. Embarrassingly, you asked, “I’m—I.. I love you. Does this make any sense at all?”

“Yes,” he replied with a catch in his throat, “It does. In our own, strange way.”

He squeezed both of your hands and pulled you closer to him, when he noticed something.

Your finger. It was bare. He glanced down at it, and then at you.

You pulled out your engagement ring from Fred, twirled it slowly in your hands, both of you peering at it with tears in your eyes before placing it gently back into your pocket.

“I miss him.” George admitted. He furrowed his brows and a few tears escaped his eyes.

You sniffled a bit and bit your lip. “Me, too,” you replied breathlessly. And then, moving closer, “D’you think he’ll ever forgive us?” Guilt was still eating you alive, but why were you depriving yourself of some type of happiness, when it was standing right in front of you?

George thought on this for a moment, clearly feeling the guilt in waves, too. But he wanted you. He had for years, and he was so close to having you in his arms—but with what price to pay?

The loss of a brother, of a friend, of his own flesh and blood.

“I think,” George began quietly, blinking to push away any tears rising to the surface, “that he’d say there’s nothing for him to forgive.” And you knew it was true. Fred was just as selfless as George was. One of the few similarities between them both that you didn’t mind noting.

You looked up at him, finally feeling somewhat of a weight lifted off of your shoulders.

“Maybe this is his way of.. helping us. Bringing us together in a way we didn’t expect.”

You swallowed, “Do you still want to? Be with me, I mean.”

Laughing at his own overwhelming feelings, George resisted the urge to spill everything to you right then and there at that moment—how he’d been head over heels for you for years and never, ever once felt those feelings fluctuate. But he waited—he’d tell you one day. “Of course I do. Do you?”

“Yeah,” you told him, nodding your head in agreement, “I do.. I really do.”

He pulled you in, finally, for a searing kiss, the first time since that night all those months ago, and that feeling of familiarity and home flooded throughout his body. He gently brushed away the tears that fell from your eyes, and kissed you softly a few more times before pulling away completely. “I love you, you know.”

Forgiveness. A new beginning. It was a normal you never expected to have. Fred was still there. He always would be, in a different way. It was comforting in a way that nothing else ever would be, and you and George both knew that. He asked, watching you think, “Want to have a bit of tea?”

“Yes,” you replied breathlessly, as if you’d just had a million pound weight lifted off of you. And then, softer now, as he intertwined his fingers with yours and let a small laugh escape his lips, you said, “Tea sounds lovely.”

Somewhere in the beyond, in a space filled with white, Fred Weasley was watching down on his brother and on the one who was supposed to be his.

But things changed, he supposed. He shrugged at the thought, and laughed.

He felt an arm wrap around his shoulder. “They’ve found happiness, haven’t they?”

He turned towards Sirius, who grinned at him.

Fred smiled softly. “There’s nothing more I wanted for them.” He felt an overwhelming, overbearing, astounding amount of happiness, warmth, and peace overtake him. There was nothing more he needed or wanted. Thinking on her and his brother, he replied, “Our story was meant to only last a short while.. theirs is meant to last a lifetime.”

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sloppy-butcher · 3 years

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Can I get some hcs for Freddy x reader who have like very love/hate reltionship? Like they annoy eachother constantly but still seek each others company. Thanks!

This is the first time I have ever tried writing for Freddy and to be honest, I am quite nervous I did him wrong. Please forgive any ooc characterizations i may accidentally give him - i tried my hardest to make him accurate to the 80’s version (yes, this one will be based on old freddy not the new one (2010 remake), hope that it okay <3) i also hope that you don’t mind if i make the reader a killer as i am only comfortable writing for freddy when the power dynamics are equal

Thank you for the request and i hope these are good enough for you

Headcanons for The Nightmare (Freddy Krueger) with a Killer!S/O who have a Love/Hate relationship

When you are an obedient little dog, when you kill mercilessly and the Entity grows fat from your bountiful supply of food, the spider-god showers you with rewards. Most forms of these appreciations take a physical appearance (new and terrifying outfits to adorn during your daily workouts or new weapons for you to play with). But there were some gifts that were intangible, and otherworldly and oh so irresistible to you - dreams. The Entity lets you sleep if you do well in trials and sometimes even offers you sweet, beautiful dreams. They were indulging at first, so totally vivid in their detail and color that you could almost lose yourself completely in their daydreams. It was a spider web most wonderfully and intricately made. A labyrinth of the mind. But it did not take you long to notice the spider lurking in the corners of his creation.

You spotted him often hiding under the shadow of trees, just standing there in the corner of your eye - one look and he would vanish without a trace. You would have thought nothing of the strange occurrence had it had only happened once and in only dreams. During your walks in between realms, you’d spot the man through the treeline. He was unmistakable in his silhouette and in the way his eyes glowed a horrid orange. You did not fear him however, he was no worse a monster than you were. Rather you were annoyed by his presence in both reality and dreams.

You bend down and pick up a rock, turning it over in your hands testing its weight and size. “Hey!” You shout at the man who halted his retreat into the dark, night wood at the sound of your voice. “Stay out of my fucking dreams, asshole!” You throw the rock at him, narrowly missing him and instead, striking a tree.

“Such a temper.” A hoarse voice coos from somewhere behind and you spin around to meet it. It was him, moving faster and quicker than air and appearing next to you, closer than ever before. You got your first good look at him. His skin was a sore pink leather and he smelled like smoke. “Trust me, sweetheart, I would if I could. Your dreams,” He takes out a hand covered in razor-sharp knives and mockingly strokes the hair out your face, “, are so boring.” You snatch his hand away from your face, barely noticing the sting of blades in your soft palm and the trickle of warm blood down your forearm. You did not grimace, did not cower, and did not back down. He grins at your defiant expression. “And here I thought you’d thank me for giving you the chance to live in such a wonderful world. I’m hurt,” He feigns agony, his free hand placed sorrowfully on his chest, “, good work always goes unappreciated.”

You scoff and show your teeth. “I would prefer nightmares if it meant I wouldn’t get to see you.” The man laughed and flexed his knife-fingers, fresh blood oozing out your wound.

“Oh babe, you and me both. I don’t like this babysitter gig anymore than you do.” He leans closer grinning with his horrible yellow fangs, the scent of a recent kill seeping off his tongue. “I prefer nightmares anyway.”

“You look like a nightmare.” You spit into his face, finally letting go of his weapon and glaring at him. He laughs again.

“You are a feisty one. I think you and I are going to get along fabulously.”

Of course, he did not heed your warning for that very same night you saw him again in your dreams. Though now, he made it a point, not to hideaway. He approached you and actively talked to you, following you around your dream like a resistant plague. He commented on your shit reality, on all the things you could have wanted to dream of, and yet you only wanted to be in an empty field at the brink of dawn. He shakes his head and degrades your poor taste with even more snarky comments. You knew you couldn’t do anything to him while in his dream but in the physical world - well, that is a completely different story.

If he was going to bother you while you slept like a buzzing mosquito, you decided to bother him when you were awake. In the real world he was much less intimidating, that aura of cosmic power that bubbled around him while in a dream state, was not present in the night air and you smirked at his weakness. You mentioned his height, asking how anyone could be scared of such a small man. He’d lash out, swinging at you with both his blades and his harsh tongue. He was easy to toil, easy to wind up but a task to deal with. Freddy could take a punch to his pride and deal out damage times 10. 1 mean-spirited remark deserves 10 more.

Freddy thrived on this back and forth. Ordinarily, he would turn his nose up at the idea of bickering with another killer - sure, some of them were fun, simple minds with which to bend and manipulate in dreams but most were already so twisted in their own self-delusions that well, he just didn’t find them all that interesting. But your mind was sharp and quick, built in the skull of a hardened murder professional yet dainty enough to still yearn for the sunlight world of goodness. A perfect balance. It had been a very long time since last Freddy had had a conversation of equals - a real conversation where the table was not shifted in the favor of either one. If he said something that crossed a boundary or hit a nerve (a task he sought out to do almost every night) you would turn on him, shoot daggers at him with the sole intent of murdering his little ass. Sure, it never really scared him but there was no denying that in a way, to spare with an equal really turned him on. To be challenged.

There were times when he would become too much. Like the static on a dead radio station, he would drone on and on about a certain topic he knew would heat your blood. Always poking his stick deeper and deeper into the bear until you’d bite. Luckily it was quite simple to turn him off - just don’t sleep. You never really needed to rest in the Fog anyway, tiredness never made its claim over your bones even after a long day at work. Sleep was merely a reward, after all, a gift that could be refused if so desired. If time could be recorded within the Entity’s world, then the longest you had gone without sleep, and without seeing that little creep, would have been 2 months. He had really pissed you off when in a dream he produced a small songbird and made you watch as he melted its skin off - all for sport. A sight that did not necessarily make your skin crawl but one that irked you. It was always a game with him, a competition to see who would break first and try to strangle the other. And, to be dead honest, it was starting to annoy you more than anything he could say or do. So you stopped seeing him, stopped dreaming, and stopped seeking him out in the woods. You were tired of always trying to be bested and frankly, his childishness was wearing you thin.

But there was no denying that in that quiet that ate up the space where Freddy used to stand, a strange loneliness would grow incredibly heavy and dreadful. You missed his rather repulsive company, his witty and sharp tongue always keeping you on edge and on your toes. There was no way you could stop your head from turning around to look for him, seeking out his small frame among the dark wood. It was lonely without the flies, silent and decaying slowly.

For the life of him, Freddy tried to move on. He had never tied himself to one person before, never allowed himself to latch on to anyone save for his favorite little toys. But with you it was different. It was fun to annoy you, it was fun to torment you in dreams. It was even fun when you reeled at him, hackles raised threatening to kill. It was exciting, it reminded him of the joy of being powerful and alive (in a sense). And when you never took his bullshit sitting down, when you'd raise to meet his call, oh how it set fire to his heart. To be challenged. He could feel himself wither away, the interest that you had sharpened only seemed to dull and break off in your absence. He’d hate to admit it, but he missed you. Missed your noise and missed that sweet dream of yours.

Both of you are too prideful to confess to the other that you were lonely. But when, one day, you find yourself dreaming a familiar vision, that built-up residue of solitude melted and you turned to face Freddy eagerly.

“Did you really think you could not sleep forever?” He crossed his arms over his gloating chest, a snake tongue flickering victories in between teeth. “I always get my prey.” You smirk, not surprised in the slightest by his rather rude welcome back. You look around at the grassy field surrounding you both shining a brilliant emerald, the sun feeling warm on your back, and the fresh, clean air carrying with it the scent of spring flowers.

“Aw, you missed me, Frederick?” You tease him with his unused full name, casting a devilish side-eye to the dream-demon. You see a flicker of panic, alerting you that you had hit the nail on the head before he spits and loudly proclaims,

“Don’t be so far up your own ass!” His golden eyes gleamed pure hatred at you. “It's not a hat.” You laugh at the face of the fuming man, knowing that despite how his actions appeared malicious and distasteful, there was no feasible way to deny that the dream he had made for you was spectacular and expressed something deeper than just surface-level annoyance.

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It's Always Been Molly

John Shelby x OC story

Part Three

A/N: Two updates in one weekend! Who am I lol! Another part is up! You get a glimpse of the Mollys past in this one. I apologize in advance if I offend anyone. Thank you to the person who made the GIF above. I think it might be perfect for this part. Links to the other parts are below. Happy reading!

PART ONE ; PART TWO

Warnings: language, mention of abuse, mention of murder and death, mention of pregnancy and childbirth, angst, alcohol (I’m trying really hard with these btw. If I leave something out I’m so sorry)

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Two days after her meeting with Thomas, a friend was bringing the rest of her things from London. She had to meet him at the train station.

Molly had woken up earlier than usual that day. As she walked down the hallway, she saw Jacobs door open. Walking down the steps, she could smell breakfast being made. She was surprised to see her brother standing by the cooker.

“When the ‘ell did you learn how to cook?”, she said as she sat down at the table and started making her plate.

Jacob came to sit down with the rest of the meal,” The nice nanny Tommy hired to watch me after you left taught me. I think her name was Helen. I just called her Nan. Dad wasn’t happy when he came back, and she was here instead of you.” He looked up at his sister waiting for her reaction.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, “Are we really going to talk about this now? I’ve been back for three days!”, she exclaimed.

“You were never on the receiving end of Richards abuse. Mum and I protected you from that. He killed our mother, but paid off the police to rule it an accident. Then he tried to kill me the same way Jake. And don’t think I don’t know about the time he came home drunk, like he always did, and almost bloody shot you.”

Jacob looked over at his sister with wide eyes. That had happened about a year after she had left. He didn’t know she knew about that. He begged Tommy not to tell anyone, especially her. And a few days later Tommy and Polly had come over to sign him into Helen’s custody, on Molly’s behave and told him his father was never coming back to hurt anyone again.

“I was the one who told Tommy to have the Peaky Blinders finish him. Tommy told me they did it slowly and painfully. A way to punish him for what he did to me and our mother. For all the mental, physical, sexual abuse he bestowed on us. Tommy said in the end, John was the one who pulled the trigger. His way of a vengeance for being half the reason I had left,” Molly continued as she stared right at the brother with no emotion on her face.

Jacob reaches over the table to grab her hand, giving it a squeeze,” I was never sad. I was more relieved. And I’m not mad you called the order. Back then I hoped it would bring you back, but I’m happy you are here now. Even though, it’s my fault.”

“I told you not to worry about that. I’ve got everything settled. We are going to the train station this afternoon to get the rest of my things and then I’m officially here for a while,” she smiled. “Tommy said he called a family meeting to announce my homecoming and employment as the maid for the betting shop. We are both invited. At this meeting you will apologize and Tommy will then make you an offer. You’ll either become a Peaky Blinder or you’ll go to work with their horses. You have the afternoon to decide. And then tomorrow, we both start our new jobs.”

Jacob nodded in agreement knowing he didn’t have a choice. He was the one who let it slip to his friends about his relationship with the Shelby’s. He was going to help his sister make it right.

As the clock struck noon, Molly and Jacob were at the train station waiting for the train from London to arrive. Soon Terry would arrive with the rest of her stuff, and they would never have to see each other again. Terry and Molly had an on then off kind of relationship. He was the landlord of her apartment building. When she got the call, they were off again, so he was relieved when she said she wouldn’t be back for a while. Unfortunately, he didn’t sign up to bring the rest of her stuff to her, so she knew he would be irritable when he got here.

As the train pulled into the station and people started to exit, she could hear Terry grumbling in the distance.

“Molly fucking Payne where are you?”, he screamed across the platform.

“Well hello to you too Terry. This is my brother Jacob. Jacob this is Terry”, Molly said as she introduced them. Jacob stuck out his hand for a handshake, but Terry ignored him.

“Just give me the fuckin’ money, so I can get the ‘ell back to London,” he said dropping her bags at their feet.

Molly handed him his money and he walked away. “I don’t know what the hell I ever saw in him. Must have been all the good alcohol he fed me and the cheap rent,” she chuckled and rolled her eyes.

As they were gathering her bags, Molly looked up to see a man on one knee proposing to his lady with an older woman standing next to her. She thought to herself how cute that was and when they walked past the trio, she called out,” Congratulations.”

This made the older woman look up, and she and Molly’s eyes met. Molly quickly, then looked away, hoping Polly didn’t recognize her, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

“Molly Payne. My sweet Molly!”, Polly exclaimed happily. She then grabbed the girl and wrapped her in a hug and kissed her forehead.

Molly then realized the other two people with Polly were Ada and Freddie. She smiled when Ada pulled her into a hug as well. She gave a small hello nod to Freddie and mouthed sorry for ruining their moment. It wasn’t until Ada squeezed her really hard that she felt something poking between them.

Molly pulled away with a giant smile on her face, “You’re pregnant!” She reached to put her hand on Adas small bump.

Ada when leaned into Freddie, “We are! And just in time because by the looks of these bags, it could only mean auntie Molly is back in town.”

“When did you get back? Does anyone know you are here? Does John?”, Polly asked.

Molly then explained that Tommy was the only one besides her brother, who was forgotten during the reunion, that she was here. But everyone, including John would find out tonight. She made them promise not to say anything until then. After they all agreed, they went their separate ways.

As the evening approached, Molly watched out the window as all the Shelbys arrived for their family meeting. Thomas called her after she had returned from the train station to tell her to come over around half past six. He wanted her to knock on the door and wait for him to come get them.

She looked over at the clock. It was just after six. She got up from the sofa to head upstairs. “Hey, let’s start to get ready. We need to leave soon,” she said as she walked past his room on her way to hers. She sat at the vanity to fix her hair and then went over to the wardrobe to pick a dress.

With one last look over herself in the mirror, she took a deep breath to calm the nerves that had suddenly appeared. She walked through the hall and down the steps, she notices it’s twenty past six.

“Jake, please hurry up. I really don’t want to be late,” she said in an anxious tone as she fumbled around trying to get everything together but her hands were shaking.

Jacob came down the steps moments later chuckling,” We are walking across the street. We won’t be late.” He then grabs the girl by her shoulders to stop her, “Molly, Molly! Stop! Everything will be fine. You look great. Everyone will be so happy to see you.”

“Yeah. Okay,” she said not convinced and took another deep breath.

The two then put their coats on and walked out the door across the street. As they approached the Shelby house, Molly was frozen with fear and anxiety. Jacob then took the initiative to knock on the door signaling they arrived. Moments later Thomas answered the door and ushered her and Jacob in.

“Wait here for just a minute”, Thomas whispered, walking back into the kitchen.

“Now, onto the second reason I gathered you all here today. A few weeks ago, someone had broken into the betting shop after hours and took some money we left laying out,” Thomas looked around at each of his siblings and aunt,” Now part of that was our fault, but me and the Blinders found the boys that had done it and took care of them, except for one. I asked him to come here tonight to speak to us about how he will pay us back. Jacob, please come in here.”

Jacob followed Thomas into the room. “Hello everyone. I would first like to say I am deeply, deeply sorry for stealing from you. I fell into the wrong crowd, and they used my relationship with you all against me. I hope you all can forgive me. We will do everything we can to pay everything back.

“We? Whose we?”, Arthur piped up.

“Yeah, whose we? You mean you and the redhead leaving your house every morning,” John said jokingly as he stood to wrap an arm around the boy.

Now with Johns back to her, Molly thought it would be a good time to walk into the kitchen. All eyes were on her except for Johns, who didn’t hear her walk up behind him. Polly and Ada were smiling, Thomas was smirking and Arthur’s mouth just dropped open.

She then cleared her throat,” No, it’s me.”

Hearing the voice John hadn’t heard in eight years, his eyes widened with shock, and he turned around. There was no way he was seeing and hearing correctly. He was speechless.

“Hello everyone. Hello John,” Molly going to grab a hold of her brother.

“Now that Jacob has apologized. I hope you all don’t mind, I’ll be working here, as the maid and nanny for Finn. I’ll also help with your children when needed John,” she said looking at him. His expression still shocked that she was standing there after all these years.

“Jacob here has decided to take a job as a Peaky Blinder, with everyone’s permission. I hope that him joining will help pay back everything you all have done for us. I want you all to teach him how to keep the city safe. I hope to keep this place tidy and up to your standards, as well as keep Finn out of trouble,” Molly continued.

Polly then stood up and came toward Jacob,” He’ll be a good man to help keep the pubs in check,” she then turned to Tommy,” You keep him away from the fighting for now. I can still sense the scared child in him.”

She then made her way over to Molly. She looked at her with sad eyes, sensing the fear in her heart. Polly then again turned to Tommy,” She doesn’t need to be involved. She doesn’t owe us anything,” Polly then moved her eyes over to John, who was now stood leaning against the wall,” She was almost family. She should have been rising with us not under us. Jacob being a Blinder should be enough to cover the damage.”

“A deal has already been set Polly. She and I sat down a few days ago and agreed to the terms,” Tommy said back.

“Well then undo it. The poor girl is still broken, I can sense it. Why would you make a decision like this and not consult the rest of us,” Polly spat back.

Molly then reached for Polly’s hand,” It’s okay Pol. I’ll be alright. It’s just cleaning and watching over the children”, she then reached her other hand out for Ada,” Just think, I’ll be able to help deliver the baby. Just like we did when Finn was born.”

Polly smiles at the memory. Her sister had been having a hard time delivering the little boy, so she had Ada run across the lane for Molly’s mother. Molly had insisted on going with her leaving Jacob with Ada. That was the first time she had ever seen a baby be born. After, Molly had told John that’s what she wanted to do with when she was older. Have babies and deliver them.

“I have something to look forward to, so I won’t be running away again,” Molly continued while smiling at the memory as well. She had looked over at John and their eyes met. He remembered that day too. It was the day he promised himself he was going to make that happen for you. But of course, as time went on, things changed.

“Okay, you both win. I won’t fight it,” Polly says raising her hands in defeat.

Tommy then clears his throat,” Alright then, all in favor of Molly and Jacob coming to work for us raise your hand.” Everyone raised a hand except for John.

He then kicked himself off the wall and walked back over toward Molly. “I know you better than anyone else in this room. Look me in the eyes and tell me you want this. I’ll raise my hand if you really want this,” he said, wrapping his hand lightly around her shoulders, making her look at him.

Molly reluctantly looked up at John, “I don’t just want this John, I need this. I need to do this to help my brother. He is the only reason I came back here.”

And with that, Molly shook Johns hands off of her and backed away. She then noticed John raise his hand.

Arthur then stood up and made his way over to Jacob,” Well, I guess this calls for a celebratory drink,” he then proceeded to pour everyone a drink,” Welcome to the Peaky Blinders kid”

And just like that, it was official. All the Shelbys agreed and it was set in stone.

They all spent the rest of the night catching up and drinking. Molly couldn’t help but notice how quiet John was. She knew he wouldn’t be happy with the decision and what she had said. But he was going to have to deal with it. It was the truth. She came back for her brother.

Or at least that’s what she thought.

(posted 07/05/2020)

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izzy-b-hands · 4 years

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You Send Me: Chapter Six

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10 hour road trip with the boys time! New Haven to Detroit, if I have my locations correct (and god I hope I do, I spent a lot of time trying to make sure I had the most accurate tour listing from ‘78 lol.) No time to yourselves, but you and Freddie can make it work regardless, right? We get NSFW again in this bit, just a warning!

Also, Scrabble! (The reason you’re all really reading this, I’m sure lol.)

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

At least until you got on the van. Then, it was ‘hurry up and wait.’

“Makes sense,” John muttered as you all loaded up into the van, after a quick shower and retrieving your things from the hotel. “We had some extra time for once, so now the rest of the tour we’ll constantly be nearly late.”

“We’ll catch up,” Roger said patiently, staring down the Scrabble board. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worrying, I”m just saying,” John protested. “No sense in pretending it isn’t true.”

“Which is not what I’m doing,” Roger said, glaring down his letters as if that would magically make them change. “What I am doing is beating our dear Mr. Mercury here at Scrabble.”

“You have to actually play another word for the game to progress, and for you to do that, Rog,” Freddie smirked. “In case you’ve forgotten how to play.”

“Oh I know, and I’m playing,” Roger said, then proceeded to not put down a word, but frown again at the board.

“You want help?” Brian offered, and Roger and Freddie both hissed. “Jesus, sorry. Be careful, Y/N. They’re like angry cats when they get into it.”

“And you aren’t?” Freddie asked.

“No, I am too, but I’m not playing right now, so I’m not the concern,” Brian replied. “And there’s literally a spot, right there, Roger, come on!”

“I don’t see it yet, just give me a minute!”

“This is unbearable,” Brian muttered.

“Oh shut it,” Roger spat. “Or I’ll make you play against me next, and I’ll beat you too.”

“Anything but that,” Brian said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I could beat you in my sleep.”

“Is that so?”

“Lord help us,” John muttered and shot you a look as if to say ‘I’m so sorry for all this.’

But you were oddly loving it. It was something most people didn’t get to see, the brotherly spats and all that. And that was exactly what this struck you as, a bunch of brothers stuck on a road trip, already getting on each other’s nerves while barely a mile from home.

“I could play whoever wins,” you murmured. “Granted, I’ve only ever managed to beat my family members at Scrabble which isn’t saying much, but if you want a wild card...”

All four of them looked up at you and smiled.

“I like it,” Roger said. “Though I’ll apologize in advance for winning over both Freddie and you.”

“Might be a little premature, don’t you think?” you asked, and they cackled.

“He’s called your bluff!” Freddie crowed. “Come on, put something down, we’ve only got nine hours in this tin can.”

“It isn’t that bad,” John fussed, and you couldn’t blame him. As Queen’s main financial officer, he had helped the crew pick out the van for this tour, and was understandably miffed whenever anyone made a comment about it.

“No, it isn’t,” Freddie admitted. “Just a long drive, and that would be hell in anything. No harm meant, John.”

John nodded, and stood to peek at Roger’s letters. “Oh, there’s no way he can win. You’ve got this.”

“Would you stop making it harder for me to concentrate?” Roger gasped. “Jesus, all a man is trying to do is play Scrabble, and the ruddy peanut gallery can’t keep it down...”

“Give it your all, Rog,” Crystal called from where he was laying down on some of the seats.

“Thank you! Finally, someone believes in me,” Roger said. “That said...I don’t think I can find anything, these letters are absolute shit.”

Everyone hit the roof at that, laughter echoing throughout the van.

“All that talk,” Freddie shook his head. “You’ll get me next time.”

“Yes, yes, I will,” Roger agreed. “Besides, this is more fun for me now. We get to watch you play your new boyfriend.”

“That is a hell of a test on a relationship,” Brian said. “You sure about this, Y/N?”

You nodded, and traded seats with Roger as Freddie cleared the board and let John take over handing out the letter tiles. “I don’t think I’ll win anyway, and this one had better not let me.”

“I would never,” Freddie teased. “Only honorable victories and losses in this van.”

“Good,” you smiled, and tossed down the first word you saw in your letters.

“For fuck’s sake,” Brian laughed. “Is that the theme of this match?”

“Not the strongest first word,” John remarked as he took down your score from the C, O, C, and K you had laid down. “But not terrible either. I’d be interested to see if you could keep this match on theme too.”

Freddie smirked, then grinned at the shared laughter over his word.

“Freddie, honestly,” Roger shook his head. “Cunt is almost too short a word, you two will never finish this game in ten hours if you keep up like that.”

“Let them play,” John hushed him.

You set down TITS and watched as they broke into laughter again.

“What?” you asked. “Smaller than the ones I used to have, that isn’t anything ridiculous.”

Freddie shook his head. “You’re really going to keep it on theme, aren’t you?”

“If you will, then I will,” you replied with a smile.

It was an odd turn on, Scrabble, and you fully realized it maybe wasn’t the game itself so much as just flexing intellectually with Freddie that was doing it, but it made it hard to sit still, to focus on the game.

You figured Freddie was in a similar boat as he kept trying to tangle one of his legs with yours under the table, and you had a feeling you would have been in his lap had the table not been in the way, the Scrabble board tossed aside.

“Get out, stretch your legs,” Brian said as you finally stopped at what appeared to be a completely abandoned truck stop, your game with Freddie only half over. “We’ll get back on the road in half an hour. Long enough to try and get food out of these vending machines, use the bathroom, and feel less like sardines in a can.”

“Hey!” John cried, and you listened to him and Brian mutter on about the van as Freddie took your hand and led you into the truck stop.

It was nicer than you’d expected from a truck stop, with individual, walled off showering sections with locking doors. You had just a moment to admire them as Freddie pulled you into one, locked the door behind you, and damn near tackled you with a kiss.

“God that was unbearable,” Freddie muttered in between kisses. “I was praying we’d finally stop.”

You wanted to tell him ‘me too’ but instead nipped at his neck gently, making him gasp and whine.

“What if they come in here?” you managed after a moment, as Freddie’s hand undid the button and zipper on your jeans and slipped into your underwear.

“Then we tell them to either enjoy the show or get out,” Freddie replied with a smirk, before doing his magic again with his fingers. One inside of you, while his thumb gently worked at your clit, grown bigger from the testosterone. Maybe it was just that it was him, or that his fingers were wonderfully long and talented in general, but the combination left you struggling to stand upright against the wall of the shower.

Being quiet while he worked was also nearly impossible, and you pressed your mouth against his shoulder so you could moan and be relatively unheard, at least in theory. He seemed to like that even more, rutting his hard cock, still trapped in his trousers, against your hip, moving in time with how he moved his hand against you and inside.

You could feel all that lithe muscle you’d admired before working to hold you up as you came and your knees buckled underneath you. You tried to keep yourself upright, only to finally let yourself fall, grateful he’d already slipped his hand back out of your underwear.

“No, what are you doing, get up,” he whispered, hands reaching to help you up.

You shook your head, and popped open your mouth instead, tongue stuck out, and waited to see if he’d get the message.

“That is absolutely obscene,” he breathed softly. “Are you sure, I mean, you don’t have to-”

You nodded, and reached for the zipper of his trousers. “I want to. I mean, I’ve never actually done this before, so forgive me any mistakes, and give me feedback; I at least know you don’t use teeth-”

He interrupted you with a barely cut off laugh as he covered his mouth. “Christ. Not that you haven’t done it before, that’s not why I’m laughing. The teeth bit, that was it, but at the same time, I’m glad you know that.”

You giggled despite your nerves, and started to reach for his underwear, only for him to stop your hand.

“We should be doing this somewhere nicer. For your first time, I mean,” he said. “With more time. I don’t want you to have to rush and hate doing this as a result or something, I mean your first time sets the standard.”

He pulled you to your feet, then pulled you close to him by your hips, and kissed you softly.

“Well, we’re not leaving here if you don’t get to come too,” you murmured in between his kisses. “What a concert hold up announcement that would be.”

He only smiled, and didn’t stop you as your hand moved to his cock, stroking him gently through his underwear.

“Is that okay?” you asked. “For here, at least. For now.”

He nodded, letting his head drop onto your shoulder, his hips rutting up to meet your hand as you palmed his cock, your thumb moving over the head slowly.

You could hear Brian shouting something outside, and realized you were running out of time, if you weren’t out completely already.

“If this is too much, or bad or whatever, just say, and I’ll stop,” you whispered into Freddie’s ear, stroking more vigorously, letting your own hips move against his. His last reaction to your teeth at his neck had been good, and this one was even better, as you nipped just hard enough to make him hiss in your ear at the sensation.

Before you could nip again, you felt his cock pulse, and it was your turn to hold him up as he came, groaning into your neck as he did.

“For fuck’s sake, wherever you two are, hurry up! We can’t leave you behind, but we can threaten to!” Brian’s voice echoed into the showers.

Freddie raised his head, only for the two of you to break into giggles.

“We’re in trouble,” he laughed.

“I think we are,” you agreed. “We pissed off Dad. Two kids, out running around, making out in public-”

“Little bit more than that,” Freddie interrupted with a smile and a kiss.

“True,” you said. “Are you okay to go back out there? I mean, we didn’t really think this through in terms of your trousers.”

“It’s dark,” he said. “It’ll be fine. And even if they do see...they probably guessed where we were, what we were up to. So let them see, because they won’t give a fuck, so why should we?”

If anyone did give a fuck, they didn’t say it as you and Freddie joined them back in the van, settling onto one of the back seats, lounging against each other, content and tired.

The Scrabble game had been forgotten, but you didn’t mind. There were plenty of cities yet, and more than enough time to start another. In the meantime, you were happy to lay in Freddie’s lap, watching with him as Brian and Roger swore at each other over a match.

There were still at least six hours, and you hoped there might be another truck stop along the way.

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wewillwriteyou · 5 years

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No turning back - part 2 || Ben Hardy (SMUT)

Read PART 1 first!

Summary: A week after the weekend away, Ben and Y/N deal with the consequences of their actions.

Pairing: Ben x fem!reader

Word count: 5.4 k+

Warnings: ANGST I let my hand slip oops, some language what’s new?, SMUT under the cut!, 18+, protected sex (always stay safe folks), references to cheating, and FLUFF cause we all need some

A/N: FOLKS! You requested it and we complied 😏 Here we are with the sequel to No Turning Back! We just wanna thank you all for your kind messages and comments, they made us so happy 💗 We hope you’ll like part 2, it’s a little longer and a little angstier, but we hope you’ll forgive us for that. Enjoy folks! And let us know what you think!

GIF credits: @bens-hardy

You rapidly stepped off the bus and reached for your purse, hearing your phone ringing.

Ben’s name appeared on the screen and a small smile lit up your face, nerves right beneath your skin.

“Hey there” you faltered.

“Hey, Y/N” Ben’s voice was raspy on the other side of the phone. He had probably just woken up.

“I just wanted to check in with you,” he said “How are you?”

“I’m good” you answered, still not sure where he was going with it.

“Are you coming to Joe’s birthday party tonight?” you queried.

“Of course” you could hear him smiling on the other side and you couldn’t help yourself but smile as well.

“Great, so I guess I’ll meet you there?” you asked, the phone nearly dropping from your grip between your head and your shoulder as you walked by the sidewalk.

“Yeah, I wanted to come and pick you up, but I think it’s best if we meet there”

Your jaw clenched and you felt the knot at the pit of your stomach tighten. You couldn’t help yourself. You had to know.

“Have you talked to her?”

You didn’t need to mention her name. He knew.

Silence from the other side.

Crossing the street at a rapid pace, you huffed “Ben?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m here” he said in a low voice and you could barely hear him with all the traffic that surrounded you.

He sighed “No, I haven’t” he admitted.

“Christ, Ben, you are unbelievable” you uttered, lowering your voice as you climbed the stairs to your office. You wanted to shout and yell at him - not that you hadn’t already – but you forced it all down.

Sadly, I’m good at this, you thought.

“I know I know” he grunted and sighed again and you were ready to hear another excuse from him.

“Listen, I called her twice yesterday and three times the day before but she wouldn’t answer!” he practically shouted in your ear “What do you expect me to do? I don’t wanna seem desperate”

“But you ARE desperate, Ben” you huffed angrily. “Please promise me you’ll talk to her before the party tonight. Please.”

He grumbled irritated “Fine, I will” he conceded “Though, I don’t think she’ll wanna hear what I have to say”

You shut your eyes for an instant and inhaled deeply “I know, it’s not gonna be easy. But we have to do this”

You shook your head, ruffling up your purse searching for your badge “I think we’ve been reckless enough, we at least have to try and fix things at best”

You knew awfully well this was not ‘fixing things’ but rather trying to get out of a terrible mistake you’d made.

“It’s interesting how you always say ‘we’ but the one who’s gonna have to talk her it’s me”

As much as you were used to his harsh manners when he was nervous, this hit something in you that put you on the verge of yelling at him.

“Oh I’m sorry, do you want me to tell your girlfriend what we did on Friday? Please hand me the phone, I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to talk to me” you snapped, your voice louder than it should have been. You noticed people furrowing and turning in your direction.

“Well, we should tell her this. After all it takes two to do what we did…” he scoffed.

You halted your walking, incredulous of what he had just said.

“I cannot believe you are blaming it on me” you fumed, tears stinging in your eyes.

For half a second you pondered whether to tell him or not, but rage won over reason.

“You know what, Ben? Go to hell” you breathed “Come find me when you have the balls to take your faults”

“C’ mon Y/N, I –”

You hung up the phone and fished it into your pocket.

Walking down the corridor, you reached your office and locked the door behind you, sliding on the ground against it.

You closed your eyes, trying to flush back tears. All that you had feared would have happened, was actually happening.

You virtually slapped yourself for having been so reckless that night: if you had just imposed yourself, none of this would be happening. You would be eating your feelings for Ben as usual and he would be off with Liza living their lives.

Instead, you had let yourself be overcome by emotion, passion, desire and all that crap and you had screwed up everything.

But that was not the worst thing.

That night at Rami’s house you and Ben promised yourselves you would have kept it a secret between the two of you.

You two had made the mess and it was your duty to clean it. You decided he would have talked to Liza to break up once and for all and you would have acted like nothing had happened. The two of you would have kept apart for some time, waiting for the waters to settle.

That’s why, when Lucy and the boys had come home that night, they had found you curled up on the sofa by the fire, the tv still on, and Ben in the other room, sleeping in Joe’s bed with one of his t-shirts on, his clothes drying by the fire.

You had your eyes closed but you were not sleeping, ears pricking up to witness their reaction.

“Do you think they did it?” Joe whispered to no one in particular.

You felt Luce’s hand on your shoulder and the blanket being laid on your body, probably by Rami.

“I don’t know…” she answered “I wonder if I did the right thing sending him here”

You could hear her the concern in her voice and you had to force yourself not to smile. You thought you couldn’t wait to tell her the truth.

The next morning you woke up to the smell of pancakes and you trailed off to the kitchen to find four pairs of eyes staring at you and seconds after, you saw them shifting to something behind you.

Turning around, you were not surprised to see Ben standing beside you. You smiled to him as if nothing had happened and he returned the smile, leaning down to place a kiss on your temple, before walking up to Lucy and doing the same.

The guys furrowed and you could tell even Lucy was perplexed.

If it wasn’t such a serious situation, you would have cracked up in a few seconds. Unexpectedly, you two were quite good at acting as if nothing had happened between the two of you and the awkwardness faded out soon after, mainly thanks to Joe

“So now they get a kiss, but I don’t?” he acted offended and you all chuckled.

Ben rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss his cheek, you and Lucy going ‘aww’ and Rami still giggling.

“Well if he gets one…” Gwilym jumped in and poked his own cheek, gesturing Ben to kiss him as well.

The blond huffed, but had a wide smile on his face as he pecked his cheek.

He turned to Rami with his eyebrows raised “Now I guess you’ll want one too”

“Well of course, darling” he replied doing his best Freddie impression to pull off that ‘darling’.

“I don’t think I got mine right, could we do it again?” Joe turned to Ben again with a wide smirk on his face.

“Alright, enough of this!” Ben chuckled “I’ll kiss you again goodnight”

You all chuckled and somehow avoided talking about the elephant in the room for the next two days you stayed at Rami’s.

You all turned back to your jobs on Monday and besides a few texts from Luce and memes from Joe, you didn’t talk to any of them.

Ben had called a few times and there was always some kind of tension between the two of you, the fear of getting caught and the guilt of what you had done, eating you alive.

After the kiss on the temple that morning, you two had not touched, not even by mistake, afraid you could mess everything up even more.

You always tried to be positive, thinking everything will eventually be solved and you could be back in his arms again in a matter of time.

But sitting there in your office with your head resting on your knees, you couldn’t feel more alone.

If his reaction that morning meant he was having second thoughts about the two of you, you didn’t know what you would have done.

Why hadn’t he talked to Liza yet? If she didn’t answer his calls, why hadn’t he showed up at her apartment? Was he actually having second thoughts?

What was more frustrating was knowing that you couldn’t even talk to Lucy about all this cause she was not supposed to know anything.

Sniffling and wiping away a lonely tear that had slid down your cheek, you got up to finally start working, letting your computer absorb you completely and trying not to think about the whole situation.

Before you could acknowledge it, you were leaving your office and heading home to get ready for Joe’s party.

The thought of calling in sick passed by your head at least three times on the way home, but you repeated yourself you shouldn’t ‘punish’ Joe for a mess you’d made and for problems concerning your personal life.

You decided to focus on your dress and makeup and think of it as a regular party with your friends. You opted for your favourite dress, the one you had bought with Lucy on a crazy shopping afternoon after she had got the news Bohemian Rhapsody had been nominated for Best Actor and Best Cast.

You smiled remembering that day and what a joy you had felt for her and for her friends.

You decided to wear heels as well, but prepared a pair of spare, comfortable snickers to wear during the drive till Joe’s house.

Fixing your hair one last time, you checked yourself out in the mirror and painted a smile on your face.

What an actress, you thought to yourself, it almost seems real.

You picked up the car keys and closed the door behind you.

The parking lot outside the building to Joe’s apartment was already full so you roamed around the block to finally park in front of a small villa. Walking towards the building’s lodge, you could feel the tension spreading through your body: as much as you hated to admit it, you were thrilled with anticipation to see Ben.

You could hear the music blasting from the corridor and you smiled to yourself realizing it was Radio Ga Ga. The door to the apartment was unlocked and a sign on it said ‘Happy 35th Birthday, Joe’. Except the 3 in 35 was crossed out.

So it actually read ‘Happy 5th Birthday, Joe’.

Shaking your head and giggling, you opened the door and you were surprised by the number of people Joe had invited. There were some of his previous co-stars, somebody you recognised being from the crew of Bohemian Rhapsody and a lot of people you had no idea who they were.

“Y/N!”

Someone from your left shouted and before you could turn yourself in their direction, you were wrapped in Lucy’s arms.

“Hi Luce” you chuckled “you’re choking me, doll”

She pulled away giggling and you figured she’d already had a few drinks.

“Where are the guys?” you shouted above the music.

“I lost them as soon as I arrived. Joe’s probably in the kitchen fixing drinks like a perfect host”

You chuckled again “Then I’ll go find the bartender”

She laughed with you and trailed behind you as you made your way through the crowd.

Joe was in fact in the kitchen, Rami and Gwilym by his side, all of them laughing and entertaining a group of people you had never seen.

When Joe looked distractedly in your direction he winked at you and excused himself, the guys doing the same and walking up to you.

“Where’s my birthday boy?” you jokingly said, pinching his cheek.

He laughed and pulled you in for a hug “Thank you for coming” he said to your ear.

When you pulled away, you furrowed “Did you have doubts?” you tried to joke.

Joe chuckled a bit and you caught Gwilym and Rami exchanging a faint glance.

“Is there something I don’t know?” you questioned, already trying to figure out why they seemed so worried.

Joe glanced at Lucy and she nodded, Rami by her side cleared his throat.

You scooped your gaze among them all “Guys, what happened? You’re scaring me…”

Joe sighed “I think Ben’s coming tonight”

You smiled and let out a sigh of relief “I know, Joe, he’s told me –”

“With Liza” he added.

Your smile faded in an instant. You felt like a glass being shattered on the floor. Like a brick wall being torn down by a wrecking ball. Like they were drowning all your blood away.

It couldn’t be. He couldn’t have done that to you. Not after all you’d been through to keep your secret. You didn’t want to believe he had actually gone back to her.

You wanted to scream, to shout, to cry and run away.

You smiled again “Yeah, I figured… She’s his girlfriend, after all, isn’t she?” you faked a small chuckle and your friends went along, not knowing what else to say.

“Are you okay?” Lucy placed a hand on your shoulder and you swiftly turned in her direction with the same fake, small smile as before.

You nodded “Sure I’m okay, Luce” you said with the most normal voice you could pull off “So, bartender” you turned to Joe “will you fix me a drink?”

Joe smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders “Of course, babe, c’ mon”

They all followed you towards the kitchen and you stayed there most of the evening, Joe and Gwilym being the souls of the party: they entertained the people in the room with all kinds of stories about the behind the scenes moments of the movie, Rami jumping in from time to time.

Being there amongst your closest friends, leaning against the counter with Gwilym’s arm around your shoulders and Lucy holding your hand, you felt safe.

You were genuinely having fun, thinking about Ben and Liza only every five minutes and checking the clock only every two.

You felt a gentle squeeze of your shoulder and Gwilym leaning down to you “Y/N, time won’t pass any faster if you keep checking” he whispered.

You nudged him in the stomach and slightly giggled, feeling like relaxing for the first time that night.

Unfortunately the feeling didn’t last long.

You spotted a mass of blond hair you would have recognised among millions. His gaze met yours and suddenly you were alone in the room. His lips curved into a smile and you could have sworn you saw his eyes sparkling.

You wouldn’t know what your face looked like in that very moment but in your head there was anger, confusion and, honestly, relief.

He was alone when he made his way through the group of people to reach the five of you and you felt a tiny glimmer of hope in your heart.

He hugged Joe and ruffled his hair, wishing him happy 5th birthday, making him blush and everybody laugh. He hugged Gwil and Rami as well and kissed Lucy on the cheek.

When it came to you, he stood himself in front of you, one hand in the pocket of his pants and the other rubbing the back of his neck. He looked around trying to think of what to say.

You straightened your posture and looked up to him, trying to read his eyes.

After a while he let out a chuckle “I’m sorry I forgot all the things I wanted to say.”

You gave him a small smile, but kept a serious expression “So find other words”.

Gwil chuckled at your reply and Ben flashed him a disapproving look.

“Look, can we go somewhere… private?” he said, tilting his head towards the corridor.

It was clear your friends were listening to everything you were saying and after scooping your gaze among them all, you nodded taking Ben’s hand and following him out of the kitchen.

You could have sworn you’d hear Joe shouting ‘Be safe!’, but you shook your head, focusing only on the man holding your hand.

Ben led you to the guest room and closed the door behind him. You sat on the bed, hands fidgeting in your lap, and he sat next to you, shoulder against shoulder.

“I don’t know where to start” he chortled.

“You could start with ‘I’m sorry’. That always works” you replied sarcastically.

He lightly chuckled “Fair enough”

Adjusting himself on the bed, he turned towards you “I really am sorry, Y/N. This morning I was an arsehole and I deserve your fury” he admitted brushing a hand through his hair “Just know that I don’t really think those things”

“Then why’d you say them?” you interrupted him.

He looked down “I was… nervous. For talking to Liza, for the party tonight, for a lot of things that were keeping me on edge and I – I don’t know why I said those things”

“Did you tell Joe you were coming with Liza?” you changed subject.

He furrowed his brows “How do you –”

“Because he told me, that’s fucking why” you placed your hands on your face, elbows resting on your knees “You should have seen the look in their eyes when he told me… They pitied me. I could feel that”

Ben looked down at his hands fidgeting in his lap “I’m sorry, I had spoken to Joe yesterday and when he asked if I’d be coming with Liza I didn’t want to raise any suspects so I just grumbled a yes and that was it. Believe me, Y/N, I never thought for a second of going back.”

As he said that he grabbed your hands in his, forcing you to face him. You winced at the touch. Looking into his eyes, you could see he was haunted by your same mixture of feelings.

“Why didn’t you tell me this morning?” you inevitably asked.

“I wanted to, but the conversation went in another direction…” he rubbed his thumb over your palm, sending shivers down your spine.

“Are you blaming it on me again?” you whispered, a glint of sarcasm in your voice.

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head.

“There was… uhm… another thing I wanted to tell you” he said, lightly squeezing your hands.

You squeezed his right back “And what is it?”

Your heart was pounding in your chest for the anticipation.

“I talked to Liza” he finally said.

You lifted an eyebrow “Okay…” you replied, encouraging him to continue. The wait was killing you slowly.

“She did not take it well” he continued, serious as you had never seen him before “She yelled about how she had always known it’d end up like this and that it was why she didn’t want us hanging out in the first place”

His eyes were staring at the pattern of the blanket underneath you.

“She said all I did was hurting her” he went on “That I never actually loved her and, well, at last she told me to go fuck myself”

You couldn’t contain a chuckle, but you immediately stopped yourself “I’m sorry that isn’t funny, I’m sorry” you placed a hand on his knee.

“No it kind of is, actually” he lightly chuckled as well “I pretty much summarised everything she said”

“And what did you say?” you found yourself asking.

“That I like someone else” he simply said, looking up into your eyes. His normally green eyes were now a strange mixture of blue and green, due to the moonlight lighting them up from the window.

It was like looking at him for the first time again, when those eyes had captured yours and your heart had missed a beat.

“And I cannot do anything about it” he added “I tried to forget her, but she just stuck into my mind”

You smiled widely “That’s what you said?”

He nodded.

“So she doesn’t know what actually happened on Friday?” you asked.

He shook his head.

“But why?”

He smiled as well scooching closer to you and placing a hand on your cheek.

“I figured it was best if she yelled to only one of us…” he grinned seeing your incredulous face “After all, it was not worth it having her yell at you as well”

You were out of words: he had actually taken all the blame, knowing fully well that both of you had made that mess. You knew he had done it to apologize for the conversation you’d had in the morning and you didn’t know how to thank him.

“Ben I-” you started.

“Shh-” he placed a finger on your lips “I don’t wanna hear it right now”.

He placed his hand on your cheek again and pulled you in for a tender kiss.

God, how much you had miss him.

You parted and looked straight into his eyes “So… we have… no more ties holding us back?” you asked sheepishly.

Ben grinned wide and nodded “That’s right, love”.

You grinned as well, bringing your hand to brush his hair off his face.

In an instant, Ben’s lips were on yours again. His hands roamed down your back and on your hips, while yours wandered through his hair.

In a swift move, Ben rolled you on your back and hovered you, without breaking the kiss. He perched himself on an elbow, while his hand slid down your to side, caressing your hip and sliding down your thigh.

“Why don’t we take this off?” he leered in your ear pulling up your dress on one side.

You smiled against his lips “I thought you’d never ask”

You rolled on one side so that he could unzip the dress and help you climb out of it. You caught him taking a moment to take in your body and its curves and saw his eyes going a shade darker than usual.

He hovered you again, your hands roaming around his still fully clothed back and his cupping your breast above your bra.

“You are wearing too many clothes” you whispered to his ear, making him chuckle lightly right after.

He kneeled back on the bed and you sat up with him. He started unbuttoning his shirt, but you stopped him by pulling his hands away.

He looked confused, until you roamed a hand up and down his chest, before unbuttoning it yourself, slowly and gently, without breaking eye contact.

He grinned and inched closer, as you worked his shirt “I have no idea how hot this is” he said in your ear then proceeded in leaving wet, sloppy kisses down your neck and jawline.

You giggled at the feeling, before becoming serious again “Trust me, I know”.

You pulled his shirt out of his pants and down his shoulders, uncovering his perfectly sculpted chest and abs. Sliding a hand down his chest, you stopped right above his belt, looking at him. He had shut his eyes and his head was slightly tilted back in pleasure.

He opened them when you stopped your hands, just to smirk widely and pull you in for another kiss, pushing your back down the mattress.

Your hands slid down his sides to meet again on his belt and unbuckle it quickly. You fidgeted with the buttons of his pants and pulled them open with ease.

“You are incredible” he whispered on your neck, as he nibbled at your skin “I’ve missed you so much”

You smiled, helping him out of his pants “I’ve missed you too”

You kissed his lips again, rolling both of you on the mattress, so that Ben was now on his back and you were straddling him, your chest flushed against each other.

Almost by chance, you brushed your core against his boxers, earning a hushed groan from him. His briefs were painfully tight around his hard length and your hips brushing against it, drove him literally crazy.

“Y/N, I could come right here if you keep doing that” he chuckled and you blushed vividly.

“So now you’re shy?” he joked, wrapping his arms around you and flipping you both on the mattress.

You giggled at the sudden move “Arsehole” you breathed, inches from his face, before kissing him softly again.

Unexpectedly, he brought a hand between your thighs and gently moved your panties by one side, sliding a finger inside you.

You gasped, breathing for the air that had escaped your lungs. He steadied a slow pace and you could swear it was a dangerously pleasant kind of torture.

“Ben. Ben I-” you hushed a moan threatening to escape your lips a bit too loud. He had the cockiest smirk on his face and it was driving you crazy.

He removed his hand, leaving you feeling suddenly empty. You took the chance to roll him over again and kiss him harshly against the soft mattress. You trailed down his jawline and down his chest, till you reached the elastic band of his briefs, tugging it down and looking up to him.

“Not so shy now, uh?” you teased him and slowly pulled down his briefs letting his hard cock spring free.

“Fuck you’re so hot right now” he brushed a hand through his hair, the other running to stroke himself. But you pulled his hand away, grabbing him with your own, and climbing back on him, you began stroking him while ghosting your lips on his.

He groaned, overwhelmed by your initiative, and bucked into your touch. Wrapping his arms behind your back, he unhooked your bra and tossed it on the floor where the rest of your clothing was laying.

“Y/N,” he grunted “Y/N, we should be quick or they’ll wonder where we are”

“Let them wonder” you whispered seductively in his ear, squeezing your hand tighter around his shaft.

Ben’s chuckles ended in a loud groan and some muttered swearing. You loved thinking you were doing this to him and he was such a mess because of you.

“Fuck,” he hissed “Y/N, you’re too good at this”

You smiled against his lips and unexpectedly ground your hips against his, making him moan your name again.

“Enough” Ben scoffed, excitement running wild through his veins. He rolled you over and swiftly pulled down your panties, throwing them away. He picked up his pants and took a condom out of his wallet.

You raised an eyebrow “You go around with condoms in your wallet?”

“You never know when you’ll need it” he cockily answered.

“Ah, ever the gentleman” you said, letting out a shaky giggle. You pulled him down to hover you and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose “You’ll never cease to impress me, Hardy”

He smirked closing the distance between the two of you in a long, passionate kiss. He slid a hand down your thighs to spread them apart and position himself in the middle.

He looked into your eyes one more time as if to ask if you were fine. He smiled when you nodded and pulled him down to kiss you again. He slowly slid into you and you both suffocated your moans in each other’s mouths.

Ben started at a slow pace, taking his time to savour every second, every breath you took and every kiss you gave him. You were absolutely lost into him, into his scent, his movements and the soft, sloppy kisses he was trailing down your neck.

The knot at the pit of your stomach started tightening and you knew you were close; Ben’s thrusts became erratic and you started moving your hips to match this new pace.

Suddenly, your walls clenched and you felt your climax washing over you, wiping away the control over your moans. Ben came right after, releasing in the condom and collapsing on your side.

You were both panting erratically when, out of the blue, it dawned on you that you were in Joe’s guest room. You brought a hand over your face and let out a chuckle, Ben turned to you with a wide grin.

“What’s funny?” he asked, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder.

You turned your face to him and bent forward, till you were inches away from his nose.

“It’s nothing… I just realised where we are right now” you chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose.

He closed his eyes and smiled at the tenderness of the gesture “I was trying to tell you before but you wouldn’t listen…” he whispered, cocking an eyebrow.

You smirked, feeling a little red blush on your cheeks. His heart warmed seeing you all shy now, after what you had done minutes before.

“What were your exact words?” he teased, placing a finger on his lip, pretending to think about it “Let them wonder” he mocked you, using the best seductive voice he could.

Now you were blushing vividly and he chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. You punched him on the shoulder, but that made him only laugh more.

Biting your lip, you swiftly climbed on top of him, pushing his hands above his head and pinning them against the mattress. You bent down and locked your lips to his, feeling his hands roam on your back.

When you pulled away, he had a wide grin on his face and glint of excitement in his eyes. That smile was twisting your interiors and making your heart flutter in your chest. You had never been so grateful for having a person in your life. You could feel your heart burst with joy at the only thought of having him for yourself: among all the people in the world, that cheeky blond dork had chosen you. You.

You stayed there, staring into each other’s eyes, for a while. You on top of him and him brushing a hand on your side, sending shivers down your spine, and the other on your cheek. You had huge smiles on your faces, both contemplating the other and thinking to yourselves how grateful you were to have the other person in your life.

You kissed softly and tenderly.

Nobody said a word, but in that kiss were held all the promises of the future and the apologies for the time you had lost. In that moment, you knew you loved him. You didn’t need to say it out loud. He could hear you. And you could feel he thought the same.

When you parted, you couldn’t stop smiling. Not even when you got up from the bed and tucked the blankets down to clean up the mess you’d made. Not even when you put your clothes back on and he helped you into your dress. Not even when you kissed one more time before leaving the room and heading back to your friends.

He held your hand all through the corridor, till the living room, where there were a lot less people then when you had left it.

You immediately spotted Lucy’s blond hair, sitting on the couch on Rami’s lap. From across the room, she had to look into your eyes just once to know.

She flashed you a smile and a wink, that caught the attention of Joe and Gwil, sitting in front of her with their backs in your direction.

As you got closer Ben’s hand left yours and found your lower back, letting you walk one step ahead of him. It took a second for Joe and Gwil to turn and scan your faces, that were probably still smiling bright like the sun.

You saw their eyes going wide and a playful smirk appearing on Joe’s face. Gwilym rolled his eyes and fumbled in his rear pocket to fish out his wallet.

“Fuck” he mumbled as he extracted a twenty and handed it to Joe, who was cockily smirking from ear to ear.

“What?” you asked with a curious smile once you were close enough.

Joe grinned and looked around before turning to you “Well, I know I’m happy because I just won a bet…” he winked at Gwil, who scoffed and chuckled, flipping him off.

“Are you happy because of the same reason I am?” Joe grinned to the two of you.

You and Ben exchanged a quick glance and he answered for you both “Probably”.

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A/N: We hope you enjoyed, folks. Let us know what you think of this and if you’d like to know more about Ben and Y/N, we could arrange a third part (?) idk, just an idea I had. Thanks for the attention lovesies! 💖

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moviestorian · 5 years

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Queen on Fire - Live at the Bowl 1982 concert (Hot Space Tour) LIVEBLOGGGGGGGG

As promised! :) Initially I was supposed to go directly from Montreal to Wembley, but dear @his-majesty-king-mercury convinced me to do Live at the Bowl before, and I’m glad she did!

Background: The concert is dated at June 5, 1982. As I wrote in the title, it was part of the Hot Space tour and was initially supposed to be played at Arsenal Stadium in Highbury. A day before the gig Freddie had a nasty fight with his then-boyfriend who had bitten him between a thumb and forefinger.

Let’s begin! - ugh Hot Space - but hey, it's gonna be fun! It's Queen, and Queen always puts the bestest live shows! - oh wowzie, this is mah first liveblog since April, long time not seen right? - my pizza's ready, my coffee's ready, my dip is ready - I think I can start watching now - Ooo wow, this concert lasts an hour and 43 minutes? I would die if I had to play on stage for that long - I can already feel the enthusiasm!!! The ENERGYYYY - FLASH AAAAAAHHH AHHHH - they're leaving the plane and look so hella cuuute - oh hi Crystal! oh hi Phoebe! Great to see you all! - gotta say... Freddie's outfit is fabulous. - Brian: plays the guitar and jumps the Crowd: HELL YEAH - I'm only 3 minutes in and my current mood is: fuck the critics whoever trashed Queen and disrespected their music skills - WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU - I love the fast version, slaps 100 times harder than the studio version - Deaky looks awesome in blue, I mean I already noticed that when I watched Rock Montreal, but let me reiterate - It's only been 5 minutes but let me tell you...not enough zooms for Roger - Freddie's in a good shape and form... not that I'm surprised - ROGER - cute red little scarf on mah boi's neck - THE FIRST FREDDIE AND ROG INTERACTIONS, I LIVE, I'M HAPPY - "hello everybody" "hey hey hey" good time to miss Freddie - Action This Time... Anyone surprised that it sounds better live than on the album? - ROGER'S VOCALS HOTDAMN - Brian's hair is floofy as usual... why am I acting like it's an unusual thing - I really really miss hearing Freddie and Roger together... POWER DUO - the synths get introduced... I neither love nor hate it tbh - okay not Queen related but the pizza is not bad, for a frozen one - Freddie, you feeling too hot for that jacket? And you Deaky, too? Get undressed, babes, I certainly don't mind - Play the Game! I love this song... Also Freddie playing on a piano is a blessing to us all - He really puts his soul into this one... Bless this man - Brian's backing vocals always sound so soft... My tenor angel - THANK FRICKING GOD THE SYNTHS IN THE BACKGROUND ARE BARELY AUDIBLE - LOL FREDDIE - he put a towel on his head I'm XDDDD what a legend - this and the famous plastic bag is a thrilling saga - AAAAA YOOOO - LMAO at Freddie throwing his...water?beer? at the audience - *Hot Space apologist speech* :P - we're at the funky part, I guess... - Brian and John's synchronized movements :)))) - ah okay it's Staying Power... I forgot what the song sounds like - Roger in black... I'm swooning - Roger has a nice closeup view on Freddie's butt, I mean back :D - This is not bad, but I'm gonna bet that I'll forget what this song sounds like again in less than two hours - John's haircut is cute and adorbs :D - OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - Somebody to Love!!!!!!!!!!!!! - The intro...sounds so sublime, soft, and raw at the same time - I love that it sounds slightly different, depending on the concert - This is really emotional... We shall see how it goes, but so far it surpasses even the god tier Montreal version! - Forgive me for not saying too much now... I'm fully sunk in the sheer beauty of this sincere performance - Love Roger's drumming and the crowd clapping to the beat! - "I like it" ME TOO FREDDIE - I wish we could hear Roger a tiny bit better! I love the crescendo part - That was beautiful :') - Now I'm Here!!!! asjgashasashjgas - I love it when they perform it at higher speed - The jumping crowd fairly represents what my brain cells currently look like - I hella love Roger's drumming in this song - well not just this song but y'know - Freddie...what was that??? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THAT FINGER??? - hehe you can tell that Brian's very into it :D - Brian trying to get Roger's attention... Rog is, however, fully dedicated to his drums :D - Freddie lying down after the song is a post-exercise or post-dinner mood - "Let's play a game" YES SIR - yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - "Go pretty boy, go" I'm SOFT - hear that bassline? YES ME TOO - (it's Dragon Attack if anyone's wondering) - Freddie Mercury: lead singer AND fitness instructor - wish I could make some screencaps, alas I'm watching this online so it would take too much effort so here we are - Fred, let BRIAN PLAYYYY nooo don't distract him! - out of context those cuts and shots look like John is jealous of Freddie and Roger XDDD this is gif and meme worthy (around 39 minute) - btw probably no one is interested because you came here for the Queen concert liveblog, but I got my period and I'm starting to feel it - IT SUCKS - ooooo Brian speaking! His voice is so soothing, I could listen to him all day and it would probably calm my nerves - acoustic guitar...I'm already in - WHY SO QUIET THOUGH - Love of My Life, I'm cry - Everyone's singing along from the very first line... this is beautiful - Everyone united by this song's pure beauty :))))) I'm not crying you are - Do you sometimes think about Brian playing the acords for this gorgeous track and there is no Freddie sitting beside him? - Yeah, I hate myself for that thought too - I might be a little bit emotional - No wonder it was this particular song was the one that finally convinced Bri's father to FINALLY accept his son's career - Brian's gentle smile I'm :') :') :') - *clap clap clap clap* SAME - We're at Save Me now... Are we doing a crying compilation or what? - This is almost as bad as the Queen Forever album I recently bought.. TOO EMOTIONAL - Don't get me wrong, I ADORE Save Me - But this is too much - Almost 50 minutes in and Freddie's voice is still STRONG AS A BELL - Remember what I said about the "fuck the critics" mood? Yeah the mood is back - Even the cute Roger/Freddie interaction almost makes me cry I'm agsahjhsAAAAAAAAA - I need a more lighthearted now BLEASE - I'm a tough cookie but when I have Queen feels very little can help! - Is this Back Chat? OH GOD - Please bring me back to the crying mode, I DIDN'T MEAN THIS - (I'm sorry Fidan and all the Back Chat fans over there, I'm not a huge fan of this song :-*) - We get a nice view on Roger's back, though *Lenny face* - The synths sound like a main theme for some mystery-drama tv show from the 1980s XDDD - I forgot how long this song is... - Get Down Make Love *insert Lenny face again* - Okay I gotta admit... lyrically this song is a mess and borderline cringey in the first verse, but I really like it musically - I GIVE YOU HEAT - I GIVE YOU MEAT *three Lenny faces* - Okay, let's just listen to the song and pretend we all forgot the English language, maybe? - That mid parts always makes me feel like I'm about to be abducted by aliens - Thank God I don't do drugs, I would start thinking I might be hallucinating - I assume that Brian's guitar solo starts now? - Nice intro! - And Roger gets time to breathe, the boy needs his oxygen - Actually, this may be one my favourite of Brian's guitar solos? - Brighton Rock :))))))))))))))) - Brian's hands are very pretty - oh noooooo - an error? - poor Bri - that disappointed guy who screamed "No" when the guitar stopped playing :D - thankfully he issue quickly got solved! - hi Roger, nice to see you back <3 - It's Roger's time to shine! - YEs, Under Pressure! - The Montreal version is gonna be hard to beat, though - Let's see - uu I like Fred's red jacket! - ...do you have any shirt underneath, though? Naughty boi - he does not LOL - "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH" - let me tell you again...Roger's mic is definitely not turned loud enough - This is great but still, I prefer the Montreal one - That beer always amuses me XD - Freddie, you want us to slap your ass? - Oh no, he's just announcing Fat Bottomed Girls XDDDD - "I was just a skinny lad" the editing team: cuts to the camera angle which shows Brian first and Freddie after him - Roger's "oooh" is funny because he's really into it :D :D :D - Freddie is now a pole dancer, he changed profession - The crowd, always cheering when Freddie gets undressed :P - I sense Crazy Little Thing Called Love incoming! - yes it is Crazy Little Thing! - Freddie's joke about the three guitar cords XDDD - This song always slaps - "she drives me crazYY" - ReAdY fReDdIe - FREDDIE PLS STOP FCKING YOUR GUITAR - this is pretty - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY YEAH - he sounds so soft :)))) - and now so raw - "Momma UwU" - can't unsee this fricking meme now ajsdhjgdhjds - My favourite guitar solo :')))) - they actually played the video??? - I miss spaniel haired Deaky tbh - *instense drumming* *fireworks* - Oh Brian is wearing this cool shirt he also wore in Montreal! - jumpy Deaky...too bad you can onnly see him from the distance - GONG - that was sexy - Roger hitting that gong in the black outfit is sexier than shirtless Rog hitting the gong, change my mind - TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN - There's only some 15 minutes left... The time always passes so quickly when I'm watching a Queen concert - Another One Bites the Dust! I've been waiting for thiiiis - Deaky: happy jump - He knows it's his time to shine - wait a second, when did Roger change his shirt? - I need a good closeup - Freddie be like *imma slap my thigh now* - ooo I see Roger's Japanese shirt now! It's pretty cool! - Brian looks great too - Those flashing light are kinda migraine-inducing, thankfully I don't have an aura today - SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER heartattack - Looks like Freddie is flirting with Red Special :P - they're going absolutely crazy XD - WE WILL ROCK YOU DRUMLINE INTENSIFIES - LOL the sombrero on Freddie's head :P - ups mr editor dropped a frame - And now we're truly heading towards the end... I'm gonna start associating We Are the Champions with farewells soon - Well done, boys - I know I say it every single time - But you can't stress this enough - :)))) I'm glad I did this liveblog - They look exhausted but very satisfied :))) - Bye bye!

Next time I’ll be doing Wembley 1986, hopefully soon!

Tagging all the people who expressed their wish to read my ramblings. :) Enjoy!

@his-majesty-king-mercury, @x5vale, @radio-ha-ha, @mephisto92, @39-brian, @melisa-may-taylor72, @silapril, @kitty-rushes-in, @lydiannode, @an-abyss-called-life, @litsy-kalyptica, @importantmuggoophero, I hope I didn’t forget anyone! ^^ Comments are nicely welcome! :3

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megalony · 5 years

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Drumbeat

A Roger Taylor imagine requested by the lovely @minigirl87 sorry it took a while, I hope this is what you were asking for.

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"I want to try something."

Glancing her eyes around the room, (Y/n) raised her brows at the drummer sitting behind his drum kit. The way he spoke those words sounded like he was asking her permission but she couldn't think why. There was only the two of them in the studio at the moment. Roger had had an epiphany very early this morning and had so dragged (Y/n) out of bed with him so they could come down to the studio and work on his idea.

(Y/n) didn't know why he had decided to drag her down until she realised he didn't want to be alone in the studio, he needed someone there to bounce the ideas around with. But she knew she wasn't the best person for that. The boys seemed to know what kind of music Roger was creating in his head, they knew how to put that into their instruments and vocals. (Y/n) couldn't help very much, only nodding when Roger created a beat on the drums that sounded good or saying when it sounded too forced, too quick or too slow. When Roger started strumming some ideas on the guitar it was easier to say what sounded good and what didn't but he wanted to work on the drums.

Roger didn't need to ask (Y/n) her permission for him to try something, she wasn't much help to him at the moment. He could try whatever he wanted without having to ask her.

"Go ahead." (Y/n) responded, her palm turning upwards as she waited for Roger to dazzle her with whatever crazy idea had sparked in his mind that seemed to be running away without him recently. Surprise took over (Y/n)'s features when Roger nodded but got to his feet rather than suddenly playing out a beat. He took the headphones from his ears and set them down on the stool before walking out of the recording room, heading over to where (Y/n) was sitting.

Sitting down on the edge of the controls in front of (Y/n), Roger flashed his teeth in a grin that reminded (Y/n) of a shark. A grin that only meant trouble.

Reaching into one of the boxes sitting under the desk, Roger rummaged around for something before grabbing whatever it was he desired, stuffing it into his pocket before taking (Y/n)'s hand in his own. He tipped his head towards the recording room before standing back to his feet.

"Come on, I need your help sweetheart."

(Y/n) followed blindly behind Roger, suspicion in her gaze as she wondered what on Earth he was thinking of now. Narrowing her eyes, (Y/n) cocked her head when Roger turned to face her, his hands moving to rest on her hips before he sat her down in front of the drum kit on the small drum riser. He knelt down in front of her, flashing her that same grin that was a little softer around the edges. His eyes a lighter shade of baby blue that made her heart flutter in her chest.

"What's this idea then, Rog?"

Stuffing his hand into his pocket, Roger pulled out what he had grabbed from the control room seconds ago. Pushing his palm towards (Y/n) as his grin softened. Her eyes narrowed when she saw he had grabbed a small plastic bag that contained earbuds. Usually for the band when they were making a hell of a noise, so they didn't damage their ears any more since they were in the centre of the noise.

"Forgive me for seeming stupid, but how do I help if I can't hear what you're playing?" (Y/n) couldn't think of any idea that sprung to mind as to why Roger wanted her to block out her hearing temporarily. He was clearly going to play some music, why did he need her to not hear what he was going to play in order to help or go along with this idea he had?

"Do you trust me?" What kind of a question was that? Roger knew the girl sitting in front of him, they had been together for two years, she wouldn't be alone in this room with him now if she didn't put her trust into him. Of course the answer to that was going to be yes.

"Of course... why?" There weren't many good ideas coming to mind for (Y/n), especially now that he had just asked her that.

"My idea was that if you can't hear the drums or see what I'm doing, then you can feel the vibrations. Tell me how they feel, you know, too strong, too quiet, too forced whatever. Rather than 'that's boring, that's fine, I don't know'. What do you think?" Roger's tone was gentle but there was a sense of excitement to his words as he begged for her to say yes. For the past hour and a half, (Y/n) had only been able to give basic answers to the questions he had asked about the rhythm he was trying to create.

As much as Roger understood and appreciated that (Y/n) wasn't sure how to answer and wasn't as musical as he was in order to give a good response, he needed more help. He liked to bounce ideas around and this was a way in which he could do that.

With the boys it was different, Freddie would tell Roger what kind of tempo he wanted, how quick Roger should play and such. Brian had an input and John gave ideas but everything was different but the same all at once. This way Roger could get (Y/n)'s outside opinion which would be different than the usual response he got and this way it might help more than he thought.

"I think I get what you mean. Let's give it a try." (Y/n) was never one to crush an idea without trying first. So she gently took the bag from Roger's hand, slowly pulling apart the plastic to grab the squishy earbuds inside. She watched how Roger's smile seemed to widen ten times more as he watched her slip the foam into her ears, wincing and shifting them before nodding that they felt alright.

Reaching over, Roger gently shuffled (Y/n) closer to the drums, sitting her so she was facing the bass drum in front of her before gently taking her hand. He pressed the palm of her hand to the bass drum and her other hand to the floor of the drum risers. His eyes asking if this was okay, gaining a nod and an enthusiastic smile in response. Nodding his head, Roger moved over and sat behind the drums on the opposite side to (Y/n). Grabbing his drumsticks, he twirled one between his fingers before motioning his hand in front of his eyes silently asking (Y/n) to close her eyes.

When she politely did as asked, Roger took a calming breath before beginning to play.

He hit out a quick beat against the snare drum sitting between his legs before his left foot started pattering up and down on the pedal to the cymbals on his left. One hand tapping rapidly against the cymbals as the other hand hit the next snare drum against them. His right foot started to press down quickly on the pedal for the bass drum in front of (Y/n), his eyes glancing down to his girlfriend sitting in front of him. Watching with a broad smile as her lips parted in shock, her hand pressing firmer against the drum as her head started nodding to the rhythm he was creating.

Roger carried on for another minute with the same rhythm so (Y/n) could think about it before he stopped. His eyes locking with her own when she opened them, smiling brighter at him.

"Go again." (Y/n)'s voice was a little too quiet as she was unsure if she was shouting or not but Roger heard her all the same. He started the same beat, glancing down to (Y/n) when she shook her head. "Quicker." She moved her left hand, pointing her finger whilst she rotated her hand to signal that he needed to pick up the pace before she closed her eyes again. Moving her left hand again (Y/n) pointed to the bass drum, implying for Roger to keep up the beat with the drum when his foot stopped on the pedal. So he continued, smiling at the beat flowing around the room.

Shifting his right hand, he clattered the drumstick against the smaller but thicker drum on the right, another idea suddenly springing to mind. On every third beat, he started to hit that drum again and again, looking down to (Y/n) as she continued to nod her head. One finger resting on the drum riser started to tap along with the same beat Roger was playing.

She had never thought about listening to the drums in this way before but it was a feeling that was becoming euphoric. (Y/n) could feel the drum vibrations buzzing and fizzling through each nerve and vein in her body. She could feel her heart vibrating in her chest along with the beat that Roger was creating that sounded so rhythmic and so right in her head. The vibrations picked up quickly as he hit the snare drum with both drumsticks for about four seconds before stopping altogether.

A visible frown appeared on (Y/n)'s features at the sudden lack of rhythm, her eyes opening to look up at Roger in confusion wishing he had continued. He smiled brightly at the silent response, pointing to his ears to signal for her to take out the earbuds.

"That was amazing!" (Y/n) responded as soon as she had her hearing back to normal again. Her eyes locking on Roger's right hand that was twirling the drumstick, causing it to flow freely through the ridges between each finger and thumb. His smile showing that the suggestion had worked wonders as he now had the main rhythm and beat set up for whichever song it was that he currently had swirling around in his head.

"Want to hear it properly?"

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godknowsqueen · 5 years

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punch you, love you ; ben hardy x reader

Summary: Recently, you and Ben get on each other’s nerves like there is no tomorrow, but there’s a little something hidden underneath all that bitterness.

Warnings: Swear words, angst, flufffffffff. I also have zero knowledge in makeup so pls forgive me.

Word Count: 2,293 words.

A/N: This is my second attempt at writing a Ben Hardy x Reader oneshot. Do let me know if you have any comments or feedback in mind! Hope you enjoy this :’)

Being the makeup artist on the Bohemian Rhapsody movie set was like a dream come true to you. Queen has been your all-time favorite band, so getting to have a job were you see Brian May and Roger Taylor on almost a daily basis was like a blessing. What made it even better is that you get to transform four amazing actors into that brilliant band with the power of your makeup tools.

There was only one problem: one of them has been lately irritating the hell out of you. Ben Hardy.

It was another day at work, and you were prepping the boys for their “I Want to Break Free” scene.

“Oh, look at those eyelashes, darling. They make my eye colour truly pop!” Rami said in a bit of a high-pitched voice.

“Rami, you are turning to Freddie,” you chuckled as you carefully put the finishing touches on the left eyelashes.

“That is the plan,” he gave you a wink, attempting to show off his new eyelashes.

“Now, Bri- I mean Gwilym, I’ll just apply some spray to keep that makeup in place, so keep your eyes closed,” you dictated, shaking a bottle of spray.

“Do I really look that much like Brian? I feel like I look more like Aunt Petunia from Harry Potter at the moment,” Gwilym said, squeezing his eyes shut, and making you laugh with his horrifyingly accurate statement.

“Lord, you made me laugh and some of that nasty spray got in my mouth, Gwilym!” your face scrunched up in disgust, but you managed to keep laughing. “Or should I say Aunt Petunia?”

With that, you scurried away to where Joe was sitting, trying to escape the wrath of Gwilym trying to hit you with a towel.

“Well, hello grandma Joe,” you took a little brush and dipped it in a brown powder. “I’ll just adjust some of your wrinkles and you are free to go,” you started slowly brushing along the corners of Joe’s eyes and lips.

“Thank you, young lady! Maybe after this scene you can give me some anti-aging creams to get rid of them?” Joe tried to pull off his best grandma voice, and you tried your best to not laugh and mess up the makeup you have previously spent nearly 2 hours on.

“Grandma Joe, stop being a jerk by trying to make me laugh.”

“Oh, now dear that is not a way to talk to your elders! Where are the manners of these kids nowadays!?” he raised his voice and rolled his eyes to Gwilym, who shook his head in agreement.

“Shut it, you two,” you removed your brush-handling hand off of Joe’s face, proceeding to lightly punch the two guys on their arms. They started snickering like little boys as they got off their seats.

“Kids, you need to calm down,” Rami chimed in as he wore his pink earrings, channeling his inner Mercury yet again. A few seconds later, he walked over to where you stood, and gave your arm a light squeeze, “Thank you, (Y/N), you did a wonderful job with our makeup for that scene!”

“Yeah, you rock, even when you make fun of us,” Joe muttered in a joking tone.

“And even when we give you a hard time,” Gwilym agreed, twirling around a little in his nightgown.

You heart warmed at their sudden gratefulness, and a genuine smile formed on your lips, “You guys! Thank you so much, it makes me happy to be working with you. Now, enough with the cheesiness and go shoot your scene!” you hurried them off, but you felt like you were forgetting something.

“Um, speaking of giving me a hard time, actually, where the hell is Ben?” you place your knuckles on your hips, an apparent angry look taking over your features.

“I’m literally right here,” a cold, deep voice arose behind you. You took a deep breath, trying to contain your anger before turning around to look at him. With that, the three other guys awkwardly left the room. They knew it wasn’t going to go well.

There he was, Ben Hardy, with his lipstick faded and one side of his cheek lacking the proper amount of foundation. The sight of the makeup you worked hard on being smudged got on your nerves. Or maybe because it was the sight of Ben that made you angry.

“What happened to the makeup?”

“I went out for a quick smoke,” Ben avoided your gaze, feeling a little bit guilty.

“Okay, the lipstick fading from the cigarette I understand, but what about the foundation?” you turned around, preparing again the tools you’ll use to fix this.

“One of the girls cast as the groupies gave me a kiss on the cheek and I had to rub her lipstick off of my face,” he squared his arm, “anymore questions, officer?”

You closed your eyes, placing a brush a little bit too strongly on the counter. You felt super irritated, but what made you angrier was that tug at your heart when he said that one of the girls kissed him on the cheek.

(Y/N), he is an asshole. You are NOT jealous. Just get this over and done with. It is your job, after all.

Turning back to him, you point the swivel chair in his direction, and you motion for him to take a seat. His eyes, which were previously avoiding you, were now lingering on you as he strutted to the chair in his little black Rogerina skirt. You started working on his face, fixing every mishap that messed up the makeup.

What if he wasn’t just smoking? What if he was hooking up with that girl? Whatever, I don’t care.

You both sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Ben starts speaking again, “So, it’s either you interrogate me or you’re awfully silent? Is there no in-between?”

At that moment, you were perfecting a bit of his eyeliner, and you summoned all of the power within you to stop yourself from poking his eyes out. If only they weren’t so damn beautiful.

“Ben, if I were you, I would be scared of pissing off someone who is working so closely to my face.”

“What can you even do?”

“Oh, I don’t know, punch you in the goddamn face? But instead I’m here trying to be a good person and do my job correctly,” you replied rather harshly, his cold tone irritating you with every word he spoke. “And I’m also not going around kissing guys on the cheek and ruining their makeup,” you said in a very low voice as you turned away from him, grabbing the makeup setting spray.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“I heard that, don’t act stupid, (Y/N).”

“Oh, you’ve got some nerve calling me stupid.”

Ben was now out of his chair, standing firmly right in front of you with his arms squared. Although he was trying to be intimidating, his current outfit, wig, and makeup were not helping him.

You stood there, raising your eyebrows at him, your hands placed on your sides. You were silently thanking God that no one was in the room to witness this fight.

“I didn’t call you stupid, I was precisely saying do not act stupid. There is a difference.”

“Oh, wow, there is?” you replied sarcastically.

“Yes, and it looks like you need to learn it,” he snapped back.

“And you need to learn to be nicer!” you started shouting a little.

“I am nice, it’s not my fault that you don’t see it! You only notice how funny Joe, Gwilym, and Rami are. But no, I’M the asshole,” Ben’s deep voice was getting louder.

“What? You know that I’ve always loved you all equally. You are the one who started getting weird and annoying a couple of months back. You’re off, you’re cold, and just plain annoying. You are always nitpicking at anything I do, and it definitely takes its toll on me. So don’t be fucking surprised when I’m being bitchy all of a sudden because of the way YOU have been acting, Benjamin,” you ended your rant, calling him Benjamin for the first time in the entirety of the past year you have worked on set.

Ben looked a bit taken aback, his eyes widened at the sudden anger that has erupted from you. You were usually a person that kept her peace, so this was so new for him to witness.

And just like word vomit, Ben uttered, “You are so hot when you are mad.”

The look on your faces made it evident that even he can’t believe that he actually just said that.

“W-what?” you felt yourself blushing, but a puzzled look remained on your face as you took a little step back away from him.

My heart is beating so fast, what the hell is this?

“S-sorry, forget I said anything, it’s been a tiring day. Just-”

Word vomit, again. This time, it’s you: “Just shut up and kiss me.”

With the swiftest move possible, Ben’s hands cup either sides of your face as his lips crash onto yours. His right hand slowly lets go of your cheek only to embrace your waist, pulling your body closer to his. Your hands were resting on his hard chest. As your lips move in sync with each other, you start tugging at his pink and yellow tie, deepening the kiss. For people that irritated each other 99% of the time, it felt like you guys have been kissing each other for years.

Ben breaks the kiss for a few seconds, opening his eyes to take a good look at your pretty ones. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he utters a few words, “you also look so hot with your cheeks firing up like that, too.” His thick accent manages to turn your insides into mush, making you uncontrollably smile despite trying to keep your calm poise.

“And you look very fine with that skirt, I must say,” you let out a small giggle, gathering up the courage to plant a sweet kiss on his pink lips. As soon as you break it, Ben sends another small kiss, making you feel like he just couldn’t get enough of you.

His hands leave the side of your face and waist to tuck a stranded lock of hair behind your ears.

“So, why was all of that affection buried behind this bitterness?” you asked, holding one of his hands as you innocently looked at the floor under your feet.

“I was confused as hell, (Y/N). I promised myself that I will give my all to this movie, and that I wouldn’t let any kind of emotions or relationships distract me,” his serious voice suddenly gave out a chuckle, “but then you came into our lives and I had to deal with you every day. In the beginning, it was easy to handle, but as the days went by, I couldn’t help but admit to myself the feelings I have been denying for months. These feelings just kept on growing like crazy.”

“And not knowing what do with these feelings, you decided that the best thing you could do is self-preserve by being distant and acting completely opposite to the way you felt, yeah?” you completed, earning a startled look from him.

“Exactly! How did you know?” Ben questioned, his hands softly squeezing yours.

“Been there,” you laughed and carried on, “with you. Funny enough, I had the same mindset you had. I guess that’s why we were so extra with our bitterness, we didn’t know that we were fighting the same battle,” you ended your words with a shrug. A couple of seconds later, you noticed Ben’s eyes giving you a very tender look.

“What?” you spoke softly, admiring the features of his face.

“I really like you, (Y/N),” Ben uttered, a little color rising on his cheeks despite the foundation covering it.

“I really like you, too, Ben,” you shyly said, “but I think I really like Rogerina, too, so I don’t know where my feelings are exactly,” you teased him, your fingers ruffling the hem of his skirt.

“Oh, shut it, love,” he gave you a cheeky grin, his hands moving to tickle your waist a little.

“Why is Ben’s makeup taking forever? We need him on set right now, (Y/N)!” you heard the director shout from outside.

“Shit, your makeup is ruined again because of the kiss!” you squeezed the bridge of your nose with one hand, pushing Ben with the other onto the chair again.

“He’ll be ready in five!” you shouted back, scurrying to fix the mess you’ve made. Ben kept cheekily chuckling at your worried state, his eyes lingering on your every move.

“Do you think they killed each other?” you heard Joe whisper as he, Gwilym, and Rami walked into the room.

“Hey guys, is everything alright?” Gwilym worryingly stated, the other two guys appearing next to him.

Both you and Ben quickly turned to look at them and spoke in unison, “Everything's fine!”

Rami’s lips twisted into a sneaky smirk, “Judging by the absolutely messed up lipstick on Ben’s lips and the smudges of, coincidentally, pink lipstick on (Y/N)’s lips, I think they were far, far from killing each other.”

You and Ben froze as the three other guys burst out laughing at your expressions. Although they were shocked at how things turned out to be between the two of you, they still couldn’t stop their laughter.

"So, you guys are a thing now?” Rami continued, standing smugly in his high heels.

“God knows!” Ben winked at you, earning a smile from you that made his heart skip a beat.

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ohrockofages · 5 years

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Things We Said Today

Summary: Roger and reader’s transition from friends to lovers isn’t exactly smooth, but reader works out a way to get their friendship back.

Pairing: Roger Taylor x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none b

My first ever fanfic on here!! Hope u enjoy :)

You weren’t sure how the situation had escalated so fast. You had arrived at Roger’s flat for your dinner plans with him, only to find him getting ready to go out. You were frustrated, to say the least. Your transition from mutually pining best friends into a relationship hadn’t happened too long ago, but you had already begun to lose count of the number of times Roger had ditched your plans to do lord knows what with Freddie, Brian, and John. Emotions had taken over and fueled your words, and next thing you knew, Roger was screaming at you about how you didn’t value his career and you were crying back that he didn’t value his girlfriend.

You had thought it would be a good dramatic statement to storm out of his house, slamming the door behind you, but that didn’t make you any less hurt. Now you were just hurt and cold.

Unsure what your next move was, you sat on Roger’s front stoop for a few minutes, letting the cool night air seep into your skin. You contemplated where to go from here. Home, your brain was telling you, but that idea was overridden by your desire for a friend to listen to you rant about your argument until you cried yourself out.

You racked your brain for anyone who would be up at this hour and willing to see you all snotty and blotchy, but only one came to mind. Roger. He had always been the one that was there for you after a breakup or a rough night, waiting up with a warm hug and a hot cup of tea. But that was before you two had finally gotten together. Your heart ached for that comfort, so physically close but with what seemed like miles between you and your boyfriend. You never had this problem back when Roger was just your best friend.

Thoughts that you always tried to repress fought their way to the forefront of your brain - that maybe entering a relationship with Roger was a bad idea. That you should have preserved your friendship.

You felt tears starting to trickle down your face again, as your mind kept playing on loop your longing for your old camaraderie. I need my old Roger. I need him back. I need my best friend. My best friend… wait!

You pushed yourself up off the stoop, re energized by your new risky idea, and wiped your face before knocking on Roger’s door. The thought that he might ignore you crossed your mind fleetingly, but after a moment, he slowly opened the door. “Back for round two?” He asked bitterly.

“Rog?” You said, ignoring his attitude.

“What?”

“I need to tell you this awful thing that just happened,” You said, trying your luck. When he stared at you blankly, you tried again. “Rog, I’m upset about a fight I just had with my boyfriend. I kind of need my best friend right now,” You spoke slowly, waiting until realization dawned on his face.

“Ohh,” He gave you a small smile, hesitating a second before opening the door wider for you. “Okay, yeah. I’m sure it was pretty bad. Wanna…” He hesitated for a second. “Wanna tell me about it?”

You followed him into the living room that you two had been screaming at each other in just minutes earlier. “Do you want anything? Water? Tea?” Roger asked candidly, as if you hadn’t just slammed his door in his face.

“Tea, please,” You said, and he stepped into the kitchen and began fixing the kettle.

“So, what happened?” Roger asked over his shoulder. You could almost laugh at the fact that he was playing along with your little game.

“Well, I went over to his flat this evening,” You started, making yourself comfortable on the couch, picking a position where you could still see him in the kitchen.

“Nice flat?” Roger asked, his back still towards you as he turned the stove on.

“Hmm, it’s alright. Not as nice as yours, of course,” You chuckled at yourself. “We had made plans to have dinner together. He said he was gonna cook.”

“A gentleman!” Roger exclaimed. The irony was startling- the whole night had fallen to shambles because Roger wouldn’t stay in and cook dinner for you two. And yet, here he was, bustling around the kitchen to make you tea while you told him the story of the night you had just endured together.

“Well, just wait,” You continued. “So I got there, and it seemed like he had forgotten all about me. The dinner never happened. He had to go out with his band. Again.”

“His band? Are they any good?” Roger asked.

“Yeah, they’re good. You should give them a listen sometime,” You teased, before becoming serious again. “But, honestly, I don’t care how good they are. He always chooses them over me. Always.” You could feel yourself becoming dejected again and struggled to keep up the act the two of you were playing.

“Aw, love, I’m sure that’s not what’s happening,” Roger said, leaning against the kitchen counter, facing you.

“I feel like it is, Rog. If it was once or twice, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But he cancels plans with me all the time for them. And he rarely tells me where he’s going when he’s out with them,” You explained as the kettle whistle started shrieking.

“But does he always have to tell you where he’s going? What if it’s really just to the recording studio and then the pub with his mates?” He asked calmly while pouring the water into your respective cups, as if he was actually just an uninvolved third party.

“I know, and I’m sure it is. But, the thing is,” You paused, watching Roger carefully walking over with two cups of tea, handing you one before sitting next to you on the couch. “He used to have a bit of a reputation with the ladies. And it’s not that I don’t trust him, because I do. But I can’t help my mind wandering. Especially on a night like tonight, when we had these plans and he basically just threw me out.” You searched his eyes for any sign that he understood. “It just really, really hurt,” You finished in a whisper.

“Y/N, maybe you should tell him how you feel. I’m sure he wouldn’t have reacted that way that he did if he had known,” Roger spoke quietly, keeping your gaze locked on his.

“Maybe,” You said sadly.

“Also, maybe his career with his band is important to him- and I’m sure you are very important to him too. But I know sometimes things come up when he might not expect them. And it can sometimes be hard for a boyfriend such as himself to balance the two.”

“Maybe,” You said again.

The room fell silent. You could feel those apprehensive thoughts filling your head again, and you couldn’t bear to maintain eye contact with Roger. Not when he was staring at you so intensely that you felt he may be able to read your mind.

You instead opted to stare down into your mug, as if the answer to all of your problems would be hiding in there. Roger’s eyes were burning a hole in your side, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look back up at him.

Finally, he broke the silence. “What are you thinking about?” He asked.

You took a shaky breath. “Sometimes I can’t help but wonder-” You gathered up the nerve to confess your doubt, knowing it might break his heart. “I can’t help but wonder if maybe we would have been better off if we had stayed friends. I never felt this way when we were just friends. I never had these fears. And I never felt so insecure, and so vulnerable, when we were just friends.” There it was, your big secret, off your chest at last. You couldn’t bear to look back up at Roger to see his reaction.

“Is that really how you feel?” Roger asked gently. When you didn’t respond, he shifted to be at your eye level, caressing your cheek with his hand. “You’ve known this guy for a long time, right?”

You nodded.

“I don’t believe that he would never hurt you.”

“How do you know that, Rog?

“Because he got pretty lucky with you. And I think he knows that. And he’s not gonna let it slip away any time soon.” He looked so earnest, and so sweet, you knew that you could never stay angry with him.

You could feel your cheeks heating up. Roger noticed, too, and gave you a cheesy smile. “But, listen Y/N, it’s important that you tell him how you’re feeling instead of immediately becoming defensive. And you definitely, definitely need to trust him.”

“I know,” You nodded, putting your hand over his on your cheek. “I got luckier with him, I think.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to forgive him? Because I heard that he called the boys and told them he wasn’t coming. And that he would love to cook dinner for you.”

You giggled. “He’s more than forgiven.”

“Good. Now, I would like to become your boyfriend again,” Roger said, before leaning forward and closing the distance between your lips.

Pulling away, Roger gave you a cheeky smile. “I missed being your best friend. Do you think we could combine that with being your boyfriend? Maybe a best-boyfriend kind of thing?”

“Oh absolutely. I’ve missed being your best friend too. I guess we kinda forgot that we were friends first,” You said, grabbing Roger’s hand and followed him into the kitchen.

“And what a silly mistake that was,” Roger teased. “From now on, I will be the best boyfriend - best friend hybrid the world has ever seen.”

“And I swear to be the best girlfriend - best friend hybrid,” You smiled back.

“That sounds like a perfect deal,” Roger smiled, pecking you once more on the forehead before starting your dinner.

#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #queen imagine #queen #bohemian rhapsody #brian may #john deacon #freddie mercury #roger taylor x you

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softboyuris · 5 years

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Love of My Life

Roger Taylor x Reader

3.6k+ words

A/N: this is my first fic for Queen and also just in a while, I haven’t written something for fun in a while so there’s that. This is inspired by this post and @blushmis fic of the same name (they were the anon) so go check their story out

He promised he’d call after the show but that didn’t stop your anxiety from getting the best of you sitting by the phone, leg bouncing up and down. It’s a different time zone. You never really know when the show will be over. He promised.

Roger and you had been together the better part of three years. You had been Brian’s neighbor for most of your life and he treated you like his little sister so when he went off to university with you two years behind him, you missed him dearly but were relieved to have space. Now you could be the rebellious teen you’d always tried to be but failed cause Brian was always by your side, keeping you out of trouble.

You packed a lot into those two short years. To your surprise, Brian was actually proud of you. Or at least that’s what you thought until he practically forced you to attend the same uni as him. Which you didn’t mind. Brian had become a changed man in college, joining a band, staying out late and going to parties after his gigs.

Your first day was great only because you finally got to see Smile, Brian’s band, perform. Although you weren’t too fond of the drummer when you first met, something between then and now made you fall for him.

As soon as Freddie joined the band, you knew they would be a success. With Freddie’s vocal range and drive and the bands' raw talent and songwriting skills, there was no way they wouldn’t hit the charts one day.

Roger became the infamous playboy, much to your dismay. You hadn’t told anyone of your feelings for the drummer but you always had a sneaking suspicion Brian knew.

After weeks of meaningless bathroom hookups after gigs, hanging off each other at the afterparties and kisses that didn’t even mean much, Roger stopped hooking up with other girls. You two never actually made it official. It was just an unspoken thing that you were his and he was yours.

Now they were on tour for A Night At The Opera which you sadly were not able to come on due to finances. Rog promised that he would call every Monday night, even if they had a gig and he hadn’t missed one yet, no matter how late in the night it was that he called, you were there to answer.

You missed him more than words could express and could barely wait for him to get home in the following month.

But no matter how much you missed him and trusted him, you couldn’t help but think about all the girls that throw themselves at him during shows and at the afterparties. You had more trust in him than anyone else but there was always going to be a part of your mind that wandered to those thoughts.

Sitting, anxiety bubbling in your stomach, the thoughts get the best of you. What if he was- is cheating? You would never know. He’s a good enough liar although you know he would never want to lie to you. He would be honest and break and beg for your forgiveness.

He hasn’t cheated before so it’s not like you have good reason to think he will. He knows your past and knows that’s something unforgivable in your eyes. And you love the idiot so what are you suppose to do. It’s just, this is the first time you haven’t been by his side during a tour or recording session. You’ve always been there.

When the phone rings you’re not expecting it. Your heart is racing when you pick up the phone, whether from nerves or excitement you don’t know.

There’s lots of noise on the other end. He’s definitely at an afterparty. “Y/N?” Knowing it’s you, he doesn’t wait for a response. “I’m sorry I’m calling so late, I got swept up. It was such a fantastic show.”

“Rog, I can’t-” You were cut off by Roger relaying the same thing you were about to say to him to you before saying he’d call back in a second, “just let me find someplace quieter.”

You place the phone down with a shake in your hands. You know it will be easier for the both of you if you’re out of the picture, at least while they’re on tour. He’s at an afterparty, of course, there will be girls there, but hearing them yell Roger’s name in the background of the call made your stomach churn with jealousy.

You’re phone rings again but this time you’re expecting it, letting it ring through a couple of times before picking up. It’s much quieter on the other end this time.

“Sorry, it was so loud. I couldn’t hear a thing.” Roger’s soft voice comes through the receiver and you have to swallow back the tears closing up your throat.

“Look, Roger-”

“I miss you. Sorry for interrupting, I know how much you hate when I do that but I really miss you.” You can hear his sad smile through his words, making what you need to say ten times harder.

“I miss you too. But, I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I think it’s best if I stay out of your way.” You can hear Roger start to protest but you cut him off. “It hurts to be apart from you for so long and not having any idea what you’re getting up to. I don’t want to hold you back. I don’t- I can’t be that girl that’s waiting at home for you. I love you. I am sorry. I just think we’ll both be better off this way.”

You hang up before he can answer, sinking further down into your bed. You don’t bother wiping away the tears, letting them fall as they will while you focus on trying to breathe.

He calls the next morning. And the morning after that. For a week, he calls every morning. You never answer but you know it’s him. You have to keep telling yourself you made the right choice. Now he can do what he wants without being held back by the girl at home.

Nearly half a year later and you haven’t spoken to the band in just about the same amount of time. Brian calls occasionally but you rarely have the heart to answer. As does Freddie, whom you find is easier to talk to. He never brings it up, acts like nothing has happened although he never mentions Roger. But even still, your chats are short and sweet, little updates here and there.

Queen, as a promotion for A Day At The Races, is holding a small concert that is going to be broadcasted. Your friends, being major Queen fans, are throwing a little viewing party. You didn’t want to go but you support the band no matter what’s happened.

You’re currently sitting beside one of your closest friends, Margaret. Everyone’s been walking on eggshells around you except for her. It’s like the whole party thinks you’ll hear the beginning riff to one of Queen’s songs and have a breakdown. But Killer Queen is playing lightly in the background and it’s having no effect on you. At least that’s what you’re telling people.

The thought of seeing Roger, even if he is hundreds of miles away and on a screen, has got your stomach in knots. About a month after you broke up with him, you started hearing rumours about girls who were successfully throwing themselves at him. You weren’t sure if there was any validity to such statements but a part of you believed them.

“Hey, it’s starting!” Someone whose voice you don’t recognize shouts from the other end of the apartment. Margaret rolls her eyes but only you notice. She’s the one who thought to throw this party and almost instantly regretted it, not being a social person.

Everything runs nice and smooth. They perform wonderfully, no shock there. Freddie has just as much spunk in him as he did when you first met him when he was living in the same flat as Roger.

You hadn’t realized how much you missed them, all of them, and their music. and then the lights started dimming, putting a spotlight on Fred and Brian who started strumming a simple melody on his guitar. You instantly knew what song was about to play and your stomach pinched.

Love of My Life was one of your favorite Queen songs. It was the first song you had heard off of the album after Roger insisted on singing it to you in bed one night. Memories you had suppressed and tried to get rid of came back.

You make it through the rest of the performance but leave shortly after. All you want to do when you get home is collapse face down on your bed and cry. But there’s another thing coming for you when you walk into your flat to your phone ringing, on the last line you suppose.

Forgetting the possibility that it could be Roger, you frantically cross the space of your flat, grasping for your phone from across the counter, “Hello?”

“Oh darling, you answered. It’s been ages.” Freddie’s familiar voice rings in your ears and you find yourself frowning a bit.

“Fred. Yeah, I guess it has been a while.” You force a smile onto your face, sensing that he can tell your upset although you don’t know why. “I saw the show. You guys did wonderfully, as always.”

You can tell Freddie is smiling when he answers, “Why thank you. I do think we did exceptionally well tonight.”

“The rendition of Love Of My Life did get me. You have such a powerful voice.” The words slip from your lips without you noticing. You have no clue why you’ve just told Fred this but you have a sneaking suspicion he does.

“It’s weird. For once, when I sang that tonight it wasn’t for Mary or some lover. It was for you.” Freddie doesn’t have to elaborate for you to understand what he means. “He’s been in a mood since you left him. It’s hard to get him up on stage sometimes dear.”

“I really fucked him up, didn’t I?” You think back to when Freddie was performing tonight. You could vaguely see Roger in the background, taking a rest from playing the drums. He had his eyes closed. You can’t help but think of how many times you’ve cried over him, wondering if it’s the same for him. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Do you not trust him?” Freddie’s question throws you.

“Of course I trust him. I trust him more than anything else in this world. I just figured it would be easier if I wasn’t there, you know?” You’re nibbling on your lip trying to keep the tears at bay.

“He never cheated. Brian would have literally beat his ass. There would be little of Queen left if he had. Obviously, there were girls all over him at the parties but he never went home with any of them. He only had eyes for you darling. Only has eyes for you.” There’s a moment of silence that seems to stretch on forever. Freddie doesn’t say anything even though you’re sure he can hear your sniffles.

“I love him.”

“He loves you.” The words come from Fred’s mouth almost as soon as you’ve finished saying your own and you have to pause to breathe.

“But Fred, I’ve been cheated on before. Every guy I’ve dated has cheated. And Rog.. well Roger’s built to cheat, he’s got the reputation to back him up.” You know it’s not a good argument. Whatever you say won’t be good enough because you know Roger was one of the best things to ever happen to you and you blew it.

“You didn’t blow it, sweetheart. He still loves you, don’t think he’ll ever stop. It’s bloody annoying really. Won’t get out of his stupid funk.” Another beat of silence and you know he’s right but he doesn’t give you time to agree. “We’re doing some finishing touches on our album tomorrow. You should come down. Mary’ll be there and the boys would love to see you after all this time.”

“We’ll see Freddie.” Is all you say back before goodnights are exchanged. If you weren’t mistaken, you could hear Freddie telling Roger something about you as you hung up the phone.

You do show up. Of course, you do. When the Freddie Mercury, your beloved friend, asks you to come watch them record you come. There is no saying no even if you want to postpone this confrontation as much as possible.

You’re laughing at something Mary has said when you bump into someone passing through the doorframe. You snap your head around uttering an apology but stopping in your tracks.

Roger looks at you, expression ranging from angry to happy to sad in a matter of seconds. And then he’s turning around. Huffing his way over to his drum kit which he starts tweaking immediately. Probably more as a distraction than anything else.

“Darling, you came!” Freddie beams, throwing his arms around you. He gives you a quick hug and peck on the cheek before taking Mary’s hand and pulling her into the other room.

When you turn around Brian and John are walking up to you. You smile brightly at Brian, engulfing him in a bear hug, and giving John a tight squeeze before leaning back to look at the two of them. “It’s been a while.”

“Feels longer than only a few months,” Brian says.

“We’ve missed you.” John chimes, giving a bright smile.

“All of us,” Brian says noticing your gaze wondering in between them to the drummer behind them, making his hands busy with his drums. You look up with a half smile and sad eyes. “He’s been in a mood.”

“Fred told me.” You sigh. “But that doesn’t mean he misses me.” You cross your arms over your chest.

Brian gives you an all-knowing look. “We’ll give you two some space,” John says, ushering Brian out the door. You start to protest but the door is shut in your face before you can get the first word out.

You slowly turn around on the balls of your feet, biting your lip, not realizing how hard, and wincing as a result. Roger looks up from his drums for a split second. Your eyes are trained on the ground. “I would say I’m sorry but,”

“You’re not?” Roger finishes in question. He’s moved around to the back of his drums, standing in front of the stool and looking at you accusingly. Although you can see the sadness in his eyes.

“No. Because sorry isn’t good enough. Saying I messed up and breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of my life isn’t something you’d accept.” You hadn’t realized you were getting choked up until you felt a tear fall down your cheek.

“But it’s true. I fucked up. I fucked you up. I made the biggest mistake of my life breaking up with you and I am sorry. Really truly sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you did.” You look up to see Roger’s features have softened. “You hurt me. You broke my heart. And yet I still love you. How fucked up is that? I know you broke up with me because you thought it would be easier but it’s the exact opposite. I thought you trusted me.” His voice is getting louder and firmer and his last statement hurts your heart. He knows how much you value honesty and trust in a relationship.

You’ve moved towards him, halfway to his drum kit. Your hands involuntarily reach out for his which is why you stopped far enough away that you can’t touch him. “I do, Rog. I trust you more than anything else in the universe. But not knowing, it got the best of me.”

“I would never cheat on you. Never.” The finality of his statement makes you want to close the distance between you two and hug him like it’s the last time you’d ever get to.

“I know.” Your voice is small and frail and your trembling, which you hadn’t noticed before. “Trust me, I know. Just- fuck. I love you so god damn much and not being able to see you every day was tearing me apart. And with my past, although it’s no excuse-”

You hadn’t realized that Roger had moved around his drum kit and was now standing in front of you. “It’s no excuse but it’s still valid as a reason.” You didn’t have the heart to look him in the eyes, opting to stare at the intricate pattern of the carpet.

Roger made it hard for you not to look at him when he got down on his knees, looking up at you. When your eyes locked, you could see all the love he still had for you mixed with pain in his eyes. “I love. I always will. And I know you haven’t forgiven me yet,”

“forgiven you?”

Roger shushes you, reaching into his pocket. You choke as he brings the box into your eye line. “You haven’t forgiven me yet but I forgive you even though I don’t think you were wrong for what you did. I never cheated. I would and will never cheat on you but I understand fully why you’d think I would. I was going to do this after the tour ended but naturally, I couldn’t. And I’ve got nothing to lose.

“Y/N, I love you so much more than I can probably express in words but I’ll try. I love how you laugh and cry and smile and get angry and jealous. I love how your history is a part of you but not who you are. I love that you don’t take anyone's shit and you stand up for what you believe in even if the world isn’t listening. I love that you love me despite my petty tantrums and outbursts. I love how you are always there for me and somehow predict what I’m going to do next better than I do.

« I love how easily we work together and how smooth things have been for us. Even through the fights, we know we are bigger than them and get through it. I love how you tug on my hair in bed and how easy you are after gigs,” you glare at him for that one but it’s with a smile.

“I love how easy it is to love you. And I want that, well forever if you’ll have me. So please, even though it’s cheesy, make me the happiest man in Queen and marry me Y/N.”

Somewhere in his speech, he opened the box. You weren’t paying attention, too lost in his words to notice. But it’s a small little diamond, nothing extra or big. It’s exactly what you had described as the perfect ring to Roger nearly eight years ago when you first met and he said he was gonna marry you someday.

Before you’re even nodding yes, Roger is taking the ring out of the box, and slipping it on your ring finger. “Of fucking course, I’ll marry you, Rog.”

Your smile is one that cannot be concealed even when he leans in to kiss you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you ridiculously close to him. But you smile into the kiss anyway. One which turns heated very quickly. In both your defenses, you haven’t seen each other in over a year with him having been on tour before everything happened.

You’re laying on the scratchy carpet behind the drums, a sweaty, shirtless Roger collapsed on top of you when there’s a knock at the door.

“I don’t know if it’s make-up or break-up sex but we only have the studio for a certain amount of time,” John shouts through the door at the two of you.

“Oh let the lovers be.” You can hear Freddie retort followed by Mary’s laugh.

Roger is quick to help you dress, not worrying about buttoning up his shirt as John manages to get the door open. “It was never locked buddy,” Roger says as John staggers in, not expecting the door to open.

He gives Roger a baffled look as Brian eyes the two of you and Freddie smirks. “Looks like Rog is in a better mood.”

“Oh fuck off Freddie.” He scoffs, fixing his hair which looks disheveled thanks to you. You give him a smirk as you make your way over to Mary, taking her hand and leading her into the room over.

“So...” Mary inquires as she sits down beside you on the sofa. You pour yourself some water, offering her some as well which she gladly accepts.

“So what?” You return, taking a sip of your water. Mary’s eyes go wide, almost dropping her cup. “What?” She carefully puts hers and your drink down before grabbing for your left hand.

“What is this?” She asks, examining the ring.

“What do you think it is?” You can’t help but smile.

Mary looks up at you, not dropping your hand before looking to Roger in the studio who gives you a wink. “I can’t believe it. The bastard finally did it.” She looks back over to you, matching the smirk on your face. “Looks like he loves something more than his car.”

“Finally.”

#borhap #bohemian rhapsody #bo rhap #ben hardy #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #fic #fanfic #roger taylor imagine

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remasteredinnuendo · 5 years

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Blue Bayou Part IV

Synopsis: Ben is nervous as he prepares for Bohemian Rhapsody. But just as he thinks nerves will get the best of him, he’s introduced to a woman who might just be the muse he needs. Inspired by the song Blue Bayou by Linda Ronstadt

Warnings: Insecurities

Info: This is the last official part of Blue Bayou, but I think I’ll do a separate epilogue! Let me know what you think!

Part IV:

Tonight was the Oscars, and they had all been waiting in Roger Taylor’s hotel foyer for twenty-five minutes. The limousine was outside, ready for them all. Every man was dressed in their black suit and buffed shoes, though Ben hadn’t quite gotten the memo. He was in white, and stood out. But lately that didn’t bother him.

They had been waiting on one single person now: Emmy herself.

Nobody quite knew why she was taking so long. She had, after all, come to visit Sarina so they could both get ready at the same time. Roger’s wife was all done up and finished, but Emmy was nowhere to be seen. Not even a glimpse. And though no one said they had seen her, there were plenty of whispers.

Ben stood off to the side, watching everything patiently. The cast of Bohemian Rhapsody were all huddled together, Rami keeping an arm around Lucy’s waist as they all laughed together. Joe and Gwilym were already wondering where they’d get some snacks before the ceremony. Sarina Taylor was pacing up and down the foyer on her phone, looking rather concerned. And Roger and Brian were chatting quietly to one another, looking calm as anyone could.

Until Sarina marched up to the two of them with her hands on her hips, cellphone clutched in her hand. “All right,” she declared, sounding impatient and not particularly quiet. “One of us have to go up there and drag her out. Freddie would never forgive any of us if we let her do this.”

“I don’t want to force her,” Brian said quietly, looking across the foyer to his wife, Anita, who was busy speaking to another woman who admired her gown.

Sarina smacked his arm. “She’s scared! Rightly so. You two and John spent so long hiding her from the media that now she feels she has to do this. Worse, she wants to. For her fathers. And she doesn’t know how to work with that.”

Listening in on people’s conversations wasn’t something Ben made a habit of. But he couldn’t pry himself from this one. Sarina wasn’t particularly quiet about it all. In fact, she didn’t seem to care who overheard her because she seemed quite concerned about the one party they were waiting for.

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath before approaching the famous group. “I can speak to Emmy, if you think it’ll help.”

Roger caught his eye, and they both knew Ben was asking for his permission. The rock stars had spent their entire lives caring for Emmy. They had been there when she was a baby and ever since then, too. No one was allowed to break her heart; seemingly not even herself. And that was something he could respect.

Roger shared one look with Brian, feeling the glare from the present wife, and they both nodded. “Don’t come back without her.”

“I wouldn’t dream of such a thing,” he replied, and turned on his heel with one hand in his pocket.

The elevator couldn’t come fast enough. When the doors parted and he stepped inside, he pressed for the tenth floor. It gave him a minute to think about what he was going to say. He had heard she was frightened of something. Too frightened to leave for the Oscars ceremony. Sarina had mentioned the media. But how could Emmy, someone so confident, be frightened of anything like that?

There was a dinging sound, signalling he made it to the right floor. He turned the corner to his left and looked for the hotel room 512. His eyes scanned the plaques carefully, making sure he didn’t accidentally miss it. And as he neared, he found his heart pounding a little harder. His suit feeling a little warmer.

And when he found the right door, he raked all of his bravery together and knocked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

And then there was a joked voice on the other side. “Go away!” it demanded. And though it tried to sound big and commanding, it came out rather choked and uneven.

He pressed his forehead against the door and willed it to open. “I’m not leaving.”

There was silence, and then the sound of scurrying on the other side. He heard something landing on the far side of the room with a thud, and wondered what she might have thrown. But he didn’t have much time to contemplate when the locks behind the door came away, and a woman in a yellow dress appeared.

Emmy stood in front of him in the beautiful canary-coloured gown with designs of silver sparkles. It was strapless, showing off her olive-coloured collarbones. The skirt of the gown was shorter at the front, showing off her ankles and the silver strappy heels, whereas the back seemed like the fabric had been gathered and barely brushed across the floor.

She looked breathtaking.

But with her hair pulled back from her face, it was easy to see how pale she was in the cheeks.

“I feel sick,” Emmy stated, as if those words would satisfy him.

When she stepped aside, Ben marched into the room and closed the door behind him before she could change her mind and kick him out. She immediately began to whirl around the space, like she couldn’t bear to stand still. Maybe she couldn’t.

“It’s just nerves,” he told her, walking to the little fridge to grab her a bottle of water. “But this is my first Hollywood award show, too.”

She barely seemed to notice when she took the bottle he offered and sipped. She continued pacing, brows pulled over her eyes with mania. “It’s not that!”

“Then what is it?”

Ben stopped her tornado, encircling her tiny wrist in his fingers and forcing her to still. He led her toward the foot of the bed and forced her to sit. As she sat, it seemed like the reality of the situation truly set in; her breath stuttered in her lungs and her eyes became glassy. Her shoulders slumped, like she was done fighting the idea of defeat and now allowed herself to sink in it.

She took a deep, shaky breath. “The minute I step out of that limousine and my feet touch the red carpet, I’m no longer Emmanuelle Bulsara. I’m Freddie Mercury’s daughter. Jim Hutton’s daughter. A girl who didn’t exist in the eyes of the world until tonight.”

“No one’s asking you to be anyone other than yourself,” he assured her, kneeling down and resting his hands on her knees. The fabric of her gown was so soft.

“The media will tear me apart. People will say I’m only revealing myself now because I want the money from the film,” Emmy told him, shaking her head fiercely as she attempted to chase the tears away. Her makeup was too perfect to smudge with a little bit of water.

Ben couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. For months and months he had been worried about how the media perceived him. What they’d see. And it had been Emmy who had talked him down every single time he thought it was too much. It was Emmy who made him feel like he could do anything. And now here she was, suffering from the same thing. How could someone so kind be unable to help themselves? It was a cruelty of the universe to make such a beautiful, sweet creature so sad.

“Don’t laugh at me, Ben Jones!” she said half-heartedly, smacking his shoulder. She couldn’t bite back the tiny smile on her lips.

“I don’t mean to, darling,” he promised. “But the tables certainly have turned.”

She wiped her nose and stared down at her hands. “Roger phoned me and asked me to sing Blue Bayou. And singing it seemed so hard and everything took thought and planning. And then the movie happened, and it felt like my regular surroundings didn’t fit me anymore.”

He was silent, listening to her intently, rubbing circles on her knees through her gown.

“But as I spend time in the world everyone tried so hard to shield me from, I feel like I know who I am again. I love music. I love Roger and Brian and John. I miss seeing them as often as I have since filming. But the press will be so confused, and because of that, I’ll be left wondering if I should’ve just stayed at home in my own little world.”

Ben snatched her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles, commanding her attention. “There are no photographs in papers of your face because you were Queen’s little secret. There are no articles about your life. Just the lives of your fathers. And that’s because your uncles didn’t want to make the decision of notoriety for you.”

She gave him a gentle smile, trying so hard to pull herself together.

“But they made this film for Freddie. For both of your dads. And they didn’t think it’d be right to do it without you,” Ben stated, feeling her relax ever so slightly. “They want you at the Oscars because you are the muse. They don’t care about anyone else— the press and the media. They care about you. Why would anyone else matter?”

Emmy exhaled, and this time it was smooth. There was no hesitation. No worry in the small act.

“You don’t have to go. None of us will force you. But if you decide not to go because you’re worried about everyone else, rather than for you, you’ll know you made the wrong decision.”

She stared at him, eyes roaming over his face like she was trying to memorize every line. His breath hitched when she leaned her forehead against his, a soft smile on her face. She gently pushed him away and Ben was surprised. Until he realized it was so she could stand.

Emmy smoothed her gown out, no tears on her cheeks, and nodded to him. “Well, get up Ben. We’ve got places to be.”

He stood, grinning like an idiot as she weaved her arm through his. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“As long as you’re with me, I think I’m ready for anything.”

Ben’s heart squeezed in his chest, and he allowed himself to press a kiss to her temple as they left the room.

Ready to take on the world.

#borhap #bohemian rhapsody #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy #imagine #mine #OC #Rami Malek #Gwilym Lee #Joe Mazzello #Roger Taylor #Brian May #Blue Bayou

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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thank you for the tag my lovely friend @wand3ringr0s3. this looks like fun! :)

Which of your fics…

…did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?

tongue tied with my freddie boy.. it did get a big reaction, but i have other fics that got bigger reactions than this and it’s surprised me.

…got a better reaction than you expected?

silent confessions, i believe, is my most popular fic at the moment. i’m happy that i was able to include both fred and george in this while ultimately it is a george x reader fic. normally i find that fred x reader stories do better overall, so i was super excited to see all the love that george got for this one!

…is your funniest?

i honestly dunno if i have a funny fic? i don’t necessarily find myself to be a good writer when it comes to writing comedy. the one i think of when i think of being ‘funny’ is the fake dating story, breaking the rules, with fred. i do quite like the way i established their friendship and i enjoyed writing their sarcastic banter with one another! though i don’t necessarily know if it’s funny, lol.

…is your darkest/angstiest?

FOR SURE it’s forgiveness, i mean the entire idea of the reader being engaged to fred before he dies, and then feeling immense, heart-wrenching guilt when she falls for george after they take solace in the fact that they have one another to lean on is just really dark and confusing. it was very difficult to navigate in order to make it a storyline people would be able to accept. i was very afraid everyone would be like “she’s just sleeping with his brother because she can’t have him!” but i really wanted to establish the baseline of their friendship and how through coping with fred’s death and their own feelings, they rediscovered one another in a different way and ultimately fell in love. there were a lot of dark themes within it -- of course, fred’s death being the main factor. there was anxiety, depression, detachment, lust....just a whole lot of angsty things in there.

…is your absolute favorite?

that’s really difficult -- for a while it was forgiveness, and then after that it was silent confessions, i think partially because i did get such an overwhelming amount of love on the both of them. however, when i think about it, the one i come back to time and time again is the my absolute favorite person series with george, a three part series where the reader and george are in love with one another since very young ages but never admit it to one another and ultimately end up with other people. it took me a really long time to write, especially because there were so many intricate details i wanted in there that needed to ultimately match up in order to give the story that extra bit of emotion. by far my favorite. ever. i’m really happy with the way my writing, plot structure, relationships and character development ended up with that story.

…is your least favorite?

oh my god there are too many to choose from honestly? LOL. honestly any of my old ones from my first masterlist... they were just rubbish. i don’t even know how else to describe them, quite honestly. i don’t even want to link any because i’m so embarrassed HAHA. pls don’t go to my masterlist and read the old ones. pls just don’t. i cringe.

…was the easiest to write?

the switch with fred! i thought it was going to be difficult, having to differentiate in my writing that fred and george were pretending to be one another, but i actually thought it flowed quite nicely. i’m happy with how it turned out, and the prompt was so cute! it’s definitely one of my favorites, i think.

…was the hardest to write?

OH MY GOD. the easiest question. both of my george soulmate aus proved so difficult to write. the first one was clarity which was a soulmate au involving journals and writing back and forth with your soulmate but being unable to reveal your identity due to the war. i was so worried people were going to think it was a stupid idea and i legitimately rewrote the ending like six different times, it took me a solid week to write or something. insane. and my most recent george soulmate au, the one i was meant to find, was super difficult to write in the sense that there were a lot of details i needed to pay very close attention to in order for the story to unfold the way i wanted it too. also rewrote this ending like ten different times. i couldn’t decide whether i wanted the reader to leave with george when they peaced outta hogwarts, or reunited with him years later. SO DIFFICULT JREOHGLIEKSD UGH

…has your favorite line/exchange/paragraph? (share it)

there’s actually a lot of small things throughout my stories that i’m pleased with, and it’s difficult to pick just one. but there are a few paragraphs from one story in particular that come to mind. it’s a pretty big part, so i’ll cut it down a bit. writing forgiveness was a process, and one i’m thankful for. i was very pleased with the way i was able to incorporate their past into the present and have it tie their relationship together. my favorite little bit from it has to be this part:

“He felt nerves like he’d never felt in his life, but he didn’t let on. He didn’t want you to see, because you didn’t know. Nobody did. Nobody knew that George had been madly in love with you since before you and Fred had gotten together. Not even Fred knew. And being the gentleman that he is, George never said a word to his twin, or to anyone, when you two began dating. And when you’d decided to move in together, he helped you unpack things in your new home with his brother. And when you and Fred ran to him to tell him you were engaged, he swallowed his pride and held you both in his arms, ready to celebrate. And when Fred died, George promised himself he’d do everything in his power to keep his brother’s fiancé happy and safe. So, if you wanted him to stay now, he shouldn’t feel guilty about that, right?” oof

…have you re-read the most?

okay, i am kind of embarrassed to admit that i do reread my writing, but it’s for the purpose of weeding out structure that i like, that i dislike, writing styles i’d like to try again or that i’d like to avoid, specific phrases i’d like to save for the future, phrases i definitely don’t want to use again, things of the like. i’ve probably reread my absolute favorite person the most, because i’m proud of the intricate details of the interwoven underlying plots and themes i was able to incorporate and i feel my writing is very strong there.

…would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?

AHHHHHH THIS IS SO HARD. i’m going to do what haley did and break it down by category. i don’t write smut, just FYI! but stories marked with an * have a lil bit of ~heat~ to them

angst - can’t help falling in love with you [george], wildflowers [fred series], forgiveness [fred/george], empty [fred/george], on rainy days [george]

fluff - sunkissed* [george], temptations [george], chemical reaction [george], the riot* [fred], tangled up [fred], placing bets [george], in every lifetime [fred], cosmic destiny [fred]

tagging all of my lovelies! @theweasleysredhair @harrysweasleys @starlightweasley @valwritesx @pit-and-the-pen @writesowhatnext and i’m blanking because i totally suck but anyone else who wants to do this!

#shameless self promotion #erica blogs #fic recs

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queenlifesupport · 5 years

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Pure (Ben! x Y/N)

@mhoodx - “hello, it’s me again. i don’t know if you’re still taking request but i’ve been thinking about this idea a lot. it can be something where the reader is chosen to play mary austin, but ben isn’t that happy about it, in fact he’s jealous. because that means the reader is going to be around rami a little too much. that’s just a short idea, maybe you could add something more? have a nice day/night”

WORD COUNT - 2,130

Warnings - Flufffffff, and language because its me, what do you expect

I really apologize for not uploading any imagines in a while, I’ve been having so much going on! Sorry if any typos, might've missed some! And sorry for this shitty thing lol. Thank you all! xoxo

"Take three, scene 13, action." The director yelled as he observed the scene that wasn't all complicated. We were currently working on the engagement scene, Rami and I had a hard time focusing while working together due to knowing each other in our personal lives but we made sure it never got in our way of work. We had just gotten to the scene of the guys walking into the makeshift flat, interrupting Mary and Freddie. We had to keep refilming due to Ben making Rogers character too upset when he wasn't supposed to be. I knew why the boy couldn't keep his acting straight. Ben and I have been dating ever since we were casted together, which had been 11 months ago. We met at the auditions, it immediately clicked, he invited me over a few times and eventually we started going out. It's been a few months of dating and just recently it got a little more serious, both of us have been considering moving in together and I couldn't be happier about it. Although given our current status, I don't think he was too happy with this scene though, along with the fact Rami and I have been spending plenty of time together on screen and off. I shouldn't have to change it though, he has nothing to worry about when it comes to Rami and I.

"Which finger do I put this on?" I recited the memorized lines while holding the blanket up to my bare chest, feeling the material graze the soft goosebump ridden skin, allowing the acted emotions to play on my face and through my body language.

"Wedding finger?" We continued the heartfelt scene, all until the boys entered. You could visibly see Ben's locked jaw and anger filled gaze causing the director to call cut and request a break. I sighed in frustration at the fact we didn't get it that time, at this point I felt there was no hope with getting through this scene. One of the stylists walked to me swiftly and handed me the thick black t-shirt with the Queen signature logo printed on the front, supporting the movie production. I slipped it over my torso carefully, making sure to not flash anyone in the process. Ben stood on the other side of the coffee table, crossing his arms while looking at me with his jaw slightly hung open, this wasn't his first time seeing me like this. I stood up, clearly annoyed at the man standing in my peripheral vision. I avoided looking him directly in the eyes, soon leaving to spend the given break in my assigned trailer. As I shut the metal door behind me, I let out another sigh, closing my eyes and letting my mind unravel and collapse, just what I wanted to do. He's been making me stressed ever since day one on set, I had no clue he'd be this jealous. I wasn't jealous when they filmed scenes with women all over him, why is he jealous about Rami, a close friend of mine and only a friend that has always been a friend. I soon heard the door opening and closing after Ben entered, following me from the set silently. I turned around and locked eyes with him, now crossing my arms in front of my chest as I waited for the next move to be clear.

"Ben, what is with you? You've been acting unacceptable ever since the start date of recording?" I attempted to get answers from him, I was put up with his shit at this point. I knew he wouldn't come clean or explain if I hadn't made the first attempt to get him to spill his mind.

"I - I'm really sorry Y/N/N. We've only been together for such little time, seeing you interact with Rami in a different light than how we interact is kind of nerve-racking. I know you guys have been friends ever since The War at Home, I just need to accept the fact you're with me. It's just you're such a beautiful woman with a guy like me, it is clearly hard to believe that. You're literally the woman of my dreams." He clasped his hands behind his back as he took a few strides towards me. Now slightly towering over me.

I closed my eyes, letting a shaky breath escape, thinking about my next move. "Please just start doing your job, were all trying here and you're really testing our patience. We can't afford to continuously refill, we don't have the money and time." I looked up at him, he then looked down to his feet with a small frown upon his lips. "I forgive you." I whispered after a moment of dreadful silence, I could feel his guilt sap every corner of the room. He settled his gaze back to my face, then embracing me in a warm and lengthy hug. One of my favorite things were being held by him.

"I won't act like this anymore. I'll clear my mind and remember the truth, I promise, love." I smiled at his choice of words, he always knew how to fix our problems and make me smile at the same time. We both had fixing, but we always did it together as a team.

"So, no more acting all upset and jealous just because Rami and I are hanging out?" I questioned after leaving his warm arms, aching to be back in them.

"Of course, I'll now just be upset if you pay attention to Joe or Gwilym." He joked. I rolled my eyes with a warm-hearted smile plastered on my lips. I moved my hand up to caress his softly shaved jawline, rubbing my thumb across his chin. He shifted his head slightly to lay a gentle kiss on the tip of my finger while his hand rested on the top of mine. We stood there in admiration for at least a moment before he cut the lingering silence with his deep voice. "You look absolutely stunning." I blushed at his hushed compliment, his eyes held transparent love.

"You don't look too shabby yourself." I muttered only loud enough for him to barely hear me. I've never been so in love with a human being. He was kind no matter how hard he tried to be rude or judgmental, sometimes it was just masked with jealously or insecurities. Which I could never understand due to him being the most beautiful man I've ever seen walk this planet, let alone the universe. But here we were, two mortals fixing up a mess that didn't make sense. It genuinely made me concerned at times how much I fell for him, or just loved him. I had my insecurities at times too, especially about Ben not trusting me. I've done all I can to put in effort into our blooming relationship and the fact he doesn't give me all his trust makes me uneasy. Plus, look at me, who else would want me, having Ben was already out of my lea-

"What's on your mind, love?" He interrupted the thought I held in my scrambled brain. I swallowed hard as I debated on wither I should tell him or not.

"I just don't know why you don't trust me. Who else would I go after? No ones as good as you and no one will even offer me anything due to me being myself." He scoffed lightly at my remark towards myself, he had knowledge that I was my worst enemy. I feared I looked attention seeking at times, but that's just how I honestly felt and he requests honesty.

"Y/N, listen to me. You don't ever have to be ashamed of who you are. You are beyond beautiful on the inside and out, you have a heart of gold and a god-like beautiful face and body. There's so many people who would be so happy to be yours. I'm just scared to lose you to someone who can offer you more." I lightly gawked at his response.

"You are the kindest person I know, Ben Hardy. But the truth is, no one could ever replace you." I leaned in to place a sweet kiss on his soft lips that held flavor from his chapstick. Taking in the moment as every second passed. I always wanted to be locked with him. He was my everything as of now.

"How long until break is over, darling?" He asked, looking down at his watch once we pulled away. I thought back to the break schedule we discussed while at the start of filming. I also averted my eyes to the small clock on his wrist.

"20 minutes." I quickly did the small amount of math in my head, getting the total and answering him. He looked up to the roof with ideas on his mind. I giggled at his adorable and concentrating look. I felt much better after having the small yet informal conversation between the two of us. Communication was a huge part of our relationship, no matter what it is, it had to be played in the tense air.

"Just enough time to spend it with my favorite girl." He smiled softly at me with that stupid smile I always fall for, no matter what. He yet again pressed against me, allowing me to nuzzle up closer to him, feeling his chin rest upon my head. I felt at home whenever I was with him, mostly when I was rested up in his embrace. I breathed out in relief, feeling that familiar sense of warmth and protection, a feeling no one else but him could give me. His body radiated off heat and love, I could feel both with every pulsing vein in my body. At times I felt like a school girl with a massive crush on the most popular guy in school, always flustered and amazed at his interactions and way of life. But his way of life was with me, his intentions were pure as gold and clear like crystal. I was beyond thankful for being brought to him, he changed my life over the last several months, even in the slightest of ways. "You know how we've been discussing living together?" I felt his jaw move up and down as he spoke with his mesmerizing voice.

"Of course, baby." My voice was muffled by his shirt but someone the man still heard me.

"Let's do it. What's the worse that will happen? We both clearly want the same thing." His hand traced shapes on my back like a small child practicing its shapes on a blank piece of paper with crayon. I lifted my head from his chest, looking up at him while he softly hummed to rid the air around us of silence.

"I'd absolutely love to." I whispered delightfully. My heart raced with anticipation and excitement. I felt happy at the new achievement we've faced as a couple. Moving in together is a big step and there's no one I'd rather take that leap with than Ben.

"Good." Was all he replied with. I could tell he held his happiness under the surface, his posture fixed slightly after I answered and I could hear his heart pound in sync with mine. I inhaled deeply, trying to remember each sense of this moment. The smell of his cologne, the light racket of his breathing and heartbeat, the feeling of his soft and body heated shirt against my cold cheek, the dimly lit room as the sun hit his sand blonde hair, and the taste of oranges from his chapstick he regularly applied throughout the day. Everything played like a movie scene throughout my head, making every single system in my mind all wind down and just enjoy the moment for some time. I felt overwhelmed, but when he held onto me it felt like he held onto my sanity and allowed me to fix all the broken pieces without them floating away, like matter in the depths of space.

"I love you." I muttered, feeling the slight perfection of the moment. My eyes fluttered shut, melting under his every touch he placed upon my clothed or none covered skin.

"I love you too, Y/N." The moment felt nothing but pure and raw. Everything about it felt so natural, being here with him and reciting these words to each other with a different meaning and motive each time. I couldn't get enough of him and this feeling. I never will get enough and I knew I was stuck in this forever lasting love spell the universe set upon us. I would never trade it for the entire world, him and I knew that to be true.

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bohemian-napsodyy · 5 years

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Somebody Else Is All You Need (PART 3)

Summary: What first seems like a moment of overthinking for you soon turns into something much worse than that when you find Rami with Lucy. Is a moment away from your boyfriend all you need, or will it take more than that to heal your heart?

I know it’s been a while since I last updated this series, so if you need a little refresher or you’re new to this series (welcome! :), here’s PART 1 and PART 2

Word Count: 4.4k (whOopSiEs)

Warnings: swears, it’s angsty, but otherwise it’s about the same as part 1 and two, so nothing too major

A/N: Well, here it is folks! The final part to Somebody Else Is All You Need. I’m still kind of in disbelief that a fic I wrote intending to be a one-shot is now a three-part series! haha, that’s amazing! Thank you for all the support, it means so much to me and it’s helped me find the motivation to continue writing. I wouldn’t still be posting fics without you all, so thank you!

Thank you to the anon who suggested we see Rami’s point of view in this one! If you’re out there reading this, I really appreciated your suggestion and I decided to incorporate it! I had to credit you, since it was technically your idea, not mine. Thank you for mentioning it to me, it was a lovely idea

I made a playlist to go along with this, as a little “hurrah!” to celebrate the end of this series. It’s a nice little thing to listen to if you’ve got a long commute, or just need to unwind after a long day. Here you go, I hope you like it

https://open.spotify.com/user/otisandpepper/playlist/31dgSwoNLUDFEH3HTPZD1F?si=qrGxgJIxR-GnfzJGS7Kd2g

(even if you choose not to listen to the playlist, at least consider giving this one a listen. It was the inspiration for the series actually, back when it was just a oneshot :) you can interpret it how you like! ;)

Rami couldn’t understand why you had to keep slipping out of his grasp.

He had only wanted to talk. He knew that if he had ten minutes with you, he’d find a way to get you to forgive him and stay. You had broken him down to the most vulnerable, fragile version of himself when he so much as discovered your car in the driveway. He was over the moon that you had finally come back. This was the chance he had been waiting with trembling hands, and a trembling heart, for.

But then Rami saw your suitcase. He heard the doorbell ring. He saw Gwilym.

That’s when the vertigo set in.

Things were still spinning, even though you had left over fifteen minutes ago. Was that anger that was making him clench and unclench his jaw over and over? Or was he trying to hold back the sob that made his throat feel like it was folding in on itself?

God, Rami wished he could just stop fucking counting every minute he had to spend without you. It was all getting to be too much, especially since this time you never said when you’d return.

If you’d return.

Rami tried closing his eyes as he sunk to a crouch on the entrance hall floor, but that did no good. The hurt and betrayal that was reflected in your eyes when he tried to stop you from leaving was all he could see. He couldn’t keep his eyes open either, because it seemed like every little thing his gaze landed upon only served to bring to light another memory of the time you spent together:

The tiny splotch of a coffee stain on the wall from when he chased you down the hallway, only to have you slip in your socks, knocking Rami down with you and splashing coffee from your mug all over the place.

The photo of Freddie you had put on the mantle as a way to celebrate his birthday back in September, but which you never bothered to take down. You always joked that Freddie was watching over the two of you.

The final straw proved to be the photo Rami had hung in the entrance hall of the two of you together. You were both smiling like complete idiots as you stood on a bridge in Amsterdam last Christmas. It would’ve been a lovely picture, had it not been for the fact that it was pouring rain that day, and as a result both of you were squinting at the camera to try and prevent raindrops from falling in your eyes.

But it ended up being your favourite photo from the trip. Nothing compared to the laughs Rami shared with you each time you so much as glanced at it.

When he looked over to the photo, all he could see was Gwilym with you. He felt he had fucked up so badly to the point where he was simply... no longer in the picture.

Rami wouldn’t exist in your world anymore.

He’d be invisible. Nothing more than a memory.

In a sudden surge of anger, Rami plucked the photo off its hook on the wall and threw it to the ground. With a crash that sounded more like the crack of lightning, the frame fell and shattered broken glass across the hardwood floor.

The adrenaline faded as soon as it arrived.

Oh god.

What had he done?

Rami bent down and shook the slivers of glass from the broken frame off the photo. With trembling hands, he turned it over and the sob he had tried so hard to contain emerged with a gasp.

Everything was falling apart.

And it was all his fault.

“It’s all my fault,” you sighed as you leaned back in the worn out sofa of your tiny hotel room. “I should have been more observant or something... at the very least I should have noticed that I wasn’t doing enough to maintain a good relationship. That’s probably why he got...bored of me.”

You let out a puff of air in defeat as you stared up once again at the ceiling, only to feel Gwilym set a steady hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, you did nothing wrong.” Gwilym reassured you. The two of you had been talking for almost four hours straight, and you could see he was getting really tired. You felt so bad for dragging Gwilym into this mess.

He had been so calm with you on the drive back to your hotel. Less than thirty seconds after you left the driveway, you were yelling obscenities directed towards Rami. You were in disbelief that he had the nerve to get mad at you, after everything he had done in London.

Gwilym kept a steady tone for the entire drive. He listened patiently until he was certain that you had finished letting out everything you needed to.

“What Rami did was wrong, yes,” he had told you earlier as he pulled into the parking lot of your hotel. “But Y/N, and I’m just pointing this out from a third party point of view here, what benefit do you think will come from running away from this entire situation?”

You had no answer for him, and it didn’t seem like Gwilym was urgently looking for one from you, either. His goal was to get you to stop and reflect on what you were doing, and boy it sure was working. Everything about your hotel room felt off now. What you thought was a safe sanctuary away from your current harsh reality now felt more like purgatory of some sort. You wanted out.

That left you where you were now, feeling deflated and defeated as if it was all your fault. The more you replayed Gwilym’s words in your head, the more you regretted leaving without saying a thing.

“What if we’re both wrong?” You wondered out loud, shifting positions again so that your head was now resting on the arm of the sofa. “I mean... this is the longest relationship I’ve ever been in, Gwil. Rami and I have been together for almost two and a half years. We’ve never fought this bad before.”

You heard Gwilym sigh, and a pang of guilt immediately hit you.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized quickly. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this, I’m really sorry. This probably isn’t how you want to end your trip here in LA, huh?”

“Don’t be silly,” Gwilym replied, and you raised your head off the sofa to glance at him just as a small smile graced his features. “I saw how upset you were at the party last week. I would’ve never been able to live with myself if I just let you be and not checked in with you at the very least.”

You felt tears sting your eyes at Gwilym’s reply, and you immediately leaned over to embrace him shakily.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “You checking in on me... it means so much. You have no idea.”

“Oh, Y/N. Of course, it’s no problem at all.”

You sat back against the sofa once more after Gwilym returned your hug. You couldn’t stop fidgeting. This time you were now sitting cross-legged on the sofa, hands clasped tightly together to keep your mind distracted.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do now, to be honest.” You admitted with a shaky laugh. You felt a warm hand on your back as Gwilym tried his best to reassure you.

“What’s on your mind?” He pressed on carefully. You could only shrug as you struggled to find the right words to express the turbulent waters inside of you.

“I just...” You began, pausing to run a hand through your hair. “I want to go back home. Pretend like none of this ever happened, pretend that Rami never got cast as Freddie... I just want to go back to the way things were last year. But it’s not that easy. I can’t.

“I could go home. But Gwil, I don’t know if I can ever look at Rami the same way again. Every time I look at photos we’ve taken together... even earlier today when he came home before you arrived... all I can see when I look at him is how happy he seemed when he was with Lucy. I saw the way he looked at her when you brought me over to the group. He was staring at her like she was his entire universe wrapped up into one person. I can’t remember the last time he looked at me that way-”

You broke off, your voice hitching as a sob snuck up on you and caught in your throat. You squeaked out a tiny apology just as Gwilym gently patted your back.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N.” He added quietly. “I already told you, it’s alright.”

The words that were bubbling inside you, itching to get out only moments ago, had quickly fizzled into nothing. You couldn’t seem to find the energy to speak anymore. Gwilym was the one to finally break the thick silence buzzing within your hotel room.

“You know,” he said, his voice no louder than yours was moments prior. “Sometimes people do change. They drift apart. I don’t want to be an ass and tell you to leave, or stay for that matter, but... well, I guess you should just think about yourself and not Rami for a moment.”

“What do you mean?” You asked with a frown.

“Well... think about what you wanted last year, versus what you want this year. And I want you to keep Rami completely out of the picture for this. Think about what your goals are. Are you still the same person you were? Do you still want the same things you wanted last year?”

You blinked, silent once more at Gwilym’s words.

“You don’t need to answer that right away, Y/N, don’t worry,” he reassured you with a tiny laugh. “I just wanted to throw that out there, as something to think about. It might help you with making a decision.”

You nodded, grateful for having the opportunity to talk to someone as lovely as Gwilym about all this.

“Thank you. That really helps.”

Gwilym gave you a soft smile before leaning over to hug you gently once more.

“I’m glad I could help somehow,” he replied, giving your shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I know whatever you choose to do from here on will be the best for you. I can see you’re starting to figure out what you want.”

You nodded as you began to piece together your emotions and thoughts about this entire situation. Gwilym was right, and his words were helping you to make sense of your next move. Now that you had let go of the anger you had been feeling earlier, you had a clearer picture of where you were going to go from here.

The first step? Rami’s house.

As soon as the doorbell chimed, Rami had to stop himself from practically sprinting all the way down the hall to the front door.

A good thing too, he still hadn’t bothered to clean up the mess of broken glass from the picture he had thrown off the wall.

Stepping carefully around the shards of glass, Rami paused just before he could unlock the door.

Did he really want to see you again?

Upon first instinct, his mind screamed yes. But he was still angry at both himself and you. But mostly himself. It was definitely a loud as fuck N-O from his heart.

As Rami stood in front of the door, frozen and conflicted about whether or not to open it, he jumped slightly when his thoughts were interrupted by three gentle knocks.

“Rami? I know you’re there, I can see your shadow through the window. Please open the door.”

Well, there was no going back now.

I am an actor, Rami tried to remind himself as he began to unlock the door. I wear masks for a living, this is no different.

“Hi.”

You didn’t look angry or broken for that matter, not one little bit. You looked almost at peace. What the fuck? What could have changed in the span of eight hours since he last saw you?

Gwilym.

Shut up, shut up, shut up. Keep your fucking mask on.

“...Hi.”

Rami felt like his face was being stretched far too tight. The same went for his voice. He felt like he was spreading himself way too thin, and he hated it.

“Um... could I come in for a bit?”

Say no, you idiot. Had she not left after your fight in the first place, none of this would’ve happened. Don’t give her another chance.

...But if you shut the door, it might never open again.

“Yeah... sure, uh, yeah.”

Shit.

The house was a disaster. Rami saw the polite smile on your face flicker and falter for a moment as your gaze landed on the broken glass on the floor, then to the jackets that had been torn off the coat hooks and thrown down the hall in another impulsive burst of anger that had occurred earlier.

He noticed you didn’t say anything. But he caught you pressing your lips together into a thin line, almost disapprovingly.

Come on, hold it together, dammit.

“Why don’t we sit down?”

“No, I think right here is good. Let’s talk here.”

He was losing his grip on things. He never thought he’d have to put on a character in front of you, of all people. This was getting ridiculous, a game he didn’t want to play any longer.

He didn’t catch the mumble of a reply you gave him, but he did see your eyes flicker nervously to the broken picture frame once more.

I bet you wish things would go back to the way they were too, don’t you.

Rami stood frozen in place, rehearsing possible words you were going to say over and over in his mind. You were probably going to give him shit again for something stupid, like the fact that he broke the frame. He didn’t care about that. All he wanted was to find a way to get back on the same page. Another lecture about how he fucked up was the last thing he needed to hear. He knew his actions were far from good, he knew he made a mistake, he knew you were upset. So was he. Couldn’t you find a way to move on and finally fix things-

“Rami, I don’t know how else to say this so I’ll just go right into it... I think we need to end this.”

Rami almost breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god. He couldn’t believe it. You were actually on the same page as him, this was amazing. You wanted to move on as much as he did. Perfect, you guys could start right now. Pick up from where you left off and work on being better.

The mask could fuck it, for all he cared.

Rami surged forward, unable to contain a laugh of relief as he enveloped you in a hug.

Wait.

This wasn’t right. No. Something was wrong, why weren’t you hugging him back, with your arms tightly wrapped around his middle like you always did?

Were you pushing him away?

“Y/N, what-”

He saw your eyes. They were glassy. You wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“I don’t mean the fight, Rami,” Funny. It seemed your mask was gone too. Your voice wasn’t tight and high-pitched anymore. He could hear the tremble in your words, and it sounded like an earthquake to him.

“I mean us. I think we need to break up.”

Oh god. Was the room spinning? Was the vertigo coming back again?

Rami shook his head, hard. This was another nightmare. He was asleep. Y/N was still out somewhere. Y/N hadn’t returned yet.

But there was never a tear in the fabric. No hint to prove to Rami that this was in fact a dream.

“Why?” He had been hoping his voice would come out loud. Demanding. But it was so quiet, Rami couldn’t tell if he had even spoken that question in the first place.

“We’ve both changed.” You said simply. Rami tried to piece together what you were implying.

“Y/N, I don’t understand.”

Rami was convinced you were stretching out the silence on purpose, just to spite him. He suddenly hated how your eyes searched the room as you fumbled for the right words.

Please. Stop fucking torturing me already.

“All the good times we’ve had... we don’t have those anymore. Every time I think of a happy memory we’ve shared together, I have to think back to last year at the latest. You’re always out by yourself now, you’re-”

“I have to be on set for my job!” Rami protested. He couldn’t ignore the sting in his eyes at your words though. He was trying so hard to keep it down, to keep the fact that you had a point out of the way.

“Rami, you haven’t worked since you came home from filming Bohemian Rhapsody. It’s been six months. We’ve done next to nothing together.”

Rami opened his mouth to reply, to protest that you were just overthinking everything, that it wasn’t true. But the longer he allowed himself to stay in the silence and let the memories come back to him, he realized that he really had been distancing.

“Oh... yeah. I- you’re... right.”

That was all he could think of saying. And from the look of disbelief on your face, it seemed you weren’t too happy with the response either.

Rami wanted to fight. He wanted to fight so bad to get you back and keep you once and for all. Grab the rope that was inching closer and closer to the edge of the cliff before it was too late.

But he had already used up all his strength on the wrong things. Instead of grabbing you and holding you close, he had thrown your belongings down the hall. He had destroyed your most precious memory. He had let his anger get the best of him.

Rami was tired. He couldn’t fight any more, he couldn’t tell the difference between the crucial and not-so-important things in his life.

He just wanted to rest.

“My mom is coming by later this week to help me pack,” he heard you finish. Rami watched as the glass crunched dully underneath your feet as you made you way back to the front door. “But I’m still going to be staying somewhere else.”

Rami didn’t hear you leave.

He didn’t even lock the door.

He simply stood where he was and allowed himself to sink into the white noise, the vertigo already threatening to take over once more.

Two years later.

Even though you had been to two of these award ceremonies already, you still had a tendency to hover near the back of the room.

You had started anew in a small apartment just outside of LA. What had initially begun as a writing exercise to let go and move on from you past quickly turned into a career as a scriptwriter.

Film companies loved your first manuscript. You got to quit you day job and write full time instead.

All that lead to where you stood now at this monstrosity of an afterparty, uncomfortably stiff feet crammed into too-tight shoes and all.

In other words, the film you helped write and create was nominated for an Academy Award. You didn’t win, but it was definitely the most amazing experience to be there live, instead of simply watching it on TV.

“Y/N, over here!” You looked over to see one of your crew mates waving you over. “There’s someone I want you to meet!”

You nodded, but not before motioning for them to hold on for one instant. You needed some alcohol to help you through this one. Small talk and networking were far, far down on your list of favourite things to do.

You hurried over to the bar, and just as the bartender approached you, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“I know, I know, I’m coming over, I just need a drink-”

You broke off, your voice faltering and your eyes widening as you took in the man standing in front of you.

Rami.

Damn did he ever look good. He was wearing an all-black suit, and he had grown out his hair a little more, so it curled on the ends just the way you used to like it.

He looked... perfect.

“Oh my god...” You squeaked, quickly covering your mouth with one hand when you realized with a sickening jolt in your stomach that you had accidentally said that out loud. The way he quickly glanced you up and down with wide eyes suggested he felt the same.

“Hey,” He said quietly. You had the urge to either run away, fast, or just kiss him for the first time in what felt like a million years right then and there. You weren’t sure which way the feeling was pointing yet.

“Hi.”

“You look really good tonight.”

You smiled, unable to stop yourself from looking down at your feet. “Thanks. You, um... you do too.”

“Thanks.”

You looked back up at Rami. It felt like time had slowed to a stop around you. The crowd you had been trying so hard all night to avoid seemed to dissipate into thin air. Was this an afterparty? Or just a meet-up between only you and Rami?

“Congratulations on the nomination, by the way.” Rami smiled, and your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the light travelled all the way up to his eyes -- something you hadn’t seen in far too long.

“Aw, thanks,” You replied, unable to fight the smile that had already begun to bloom on your face.

“No, Y/N, I really mean it. I saw the movie earlier this month and... wow. The character development that Chris and Simon went through... that was some amazing stuff.”

“Thank you,” You replied once more, this time grinning from ear to ear. Your heart swelled at Rami’s compliment. It meant the world to you.

Before you could think twice, you surged forward and wrapped your arms around Rami in a tight hug. You felt him inhale sharply, pausing for a split second before returning your embrace. If you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn he had started to trace tiny circles over and over on your back.

You and him, everything felt so familiar. The smell of his cologne immediately took you back to all the times you cuddled together on the couch, the both of you trying your best to fit under one blanket.

The way Rami kept one hand gently on the small of your back. All you could see in your mind was the time when Rami had pulled you up from the dining table halfway through dinner, only to pull you into his arms and begin swaying along with you to the Sam Cooke record playing softly.

“What are you doing?” You had asked him with a laugh as he laced his fingers through yours and spun you around.

“What does it look like?”

“Yes, yes, but... why? Dinner’s getting cold.”

Rami only shrugged with a wink, before pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“I just felt like it. And you looked so beautiful just then. You inspired me.”

You squeezed shut your eyes as you continued to hug Rami, afraid that the tears threatening to return were going to ruin everything. You knew you had been embracing him for way too long, but you ignored that thought and instead only pulled him closer.

“I’ve missed you,” You whispered. “I’ve missed us.”

Your heart jumped when Rami pulled away suddenly, almost as if he had been burned. You were about to apologize for your words, ready to blame it on the alcohol you hadn’t really had yet, when you noticed how he swiped hastily at his eyes.

“God, Y/N,” Rami whispered, his eyes glassy. He had a smile on his face, but unlike the last time you saw him two years ago, it was far from a bitter smile. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that. I... I’m so sorry, about the way I acted, the things I did-”

You assumed it was due to the loud music, and the fact that the crowd around you brought adrenaline rushing through your veins. You cut Rami off and kissed him. Hard. Your heart skipped a beat when his hands found your waist and pulled you closer.

“I forgave you a long time ago,” You replied, gently ghosting your fingers over his features with a smile. “Like I said, we’ve both changed. For the better. I’m so proud of all the projects you’ve done. You’ve accomplished so much. That’s what’s important now.”

Rami shook his head in disbelief, before pulling you close and leaning his head on your shoulder.

“You’re amazing, Y/N. You really are.”

You giggled, returning Rami’s embrace tightly. You were ready for a hundred more hugs from Rami, something you hoped was truly possible.

“What do you say to ditching this party?” Rami asked, his eyes sparkling with the boyish mischief from all those years ago. “I think we’ve both had enough awards stuffed up our asses for one night.”

You let out a loud laugh at Rami’s comment, nodding your head.

“I’d love that. I’ve been trying to find a way to leave for the last hour.”

Rami gently took your hand as you made your way towards the door. The comforting familiar feeling of how your hand fit perfectly into his settled on your heart like a warm blanket.

“Remember that hole in the wall Chinese place I took you to after our walk along the beach during our first date?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“It’s still there.”

“What!?” You exclaimed, your eyes going wide as you gazed at Rami in disbelief. That place was a hole, you were certain they were going to go out of business.

“Yeah! Crazy right? Want to get some spring rolls, like old times?”

You smiled, your heart filling with joy as you gazed at Rami. His eyes reflected your own delight.

Just like old times.

“I would love to, Rami. I couldn’t think of anything better.”

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