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A Jealous Household | Connor Brashier

A/n: listen, I know it says y/n, but we all know it’s written about me, right? Okay, just wanna put that out there lol

Summary: Shawn and Brian want to have a party, but this party causes a few problems for Connor and y/n

Warnings: angst, underage drinking (for US standards, at least), pining

Word count: 7.5k, she’s a long one

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“You want to have a party? When?” Y/n asks, closing her book and setting it in her lap.

“This weekend,” Shawn nods. “And it won’t be a big thing, I promise. Maybe fifteen, twenty people.”

“Thirty or forty, max,” Brian interjects.

I can’t help but laugh at that, neither can she as she says. “You know we can’t even fit thirty or forty people in the condo, right?”

“I know that, but that’s why we’ll have some of them in the backyard too.”

“So what’s the party even for?” She asks, leaning into my side. On instinct, I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

They both shrug, “A house warming party? Does that still count if we’ve lived here for almost two months?” Shawn questions.

She shrugs, “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t see why we couldn’t have one. We just have to be considerate of our neighbors. And nobody’s allowed in my room. If there’s alcohol, I’m not chancing anyone going into my room for a sloppy fuck.”

Shawn laughs, “So your sloppy fuck is gonna be in Connor’s room then?”

I roll my eyes at the comment. Shawn and Brian love to tease me about my crush on y/n. They have since the beginning. Shawn’s taunts are light hearted, but they’re plentiful now that we all live together. Brian’s at times feel almost malicious. But Brian also isn’t aware that I still have a crush on her, he thinks the feeling has passed. It definitely hasn’t. If anything, being in such tight quarters with her at all times has made me like her even more. Watching her move so effortlessly around our home - seeing her do her nightly routine, watching her polish her nails every Sunday like clockwork. I have undeniably fallen even deeper in love with her in just these few short weeks we’ve lived together and it’s killing me.

It’s killing me because we still haven’t talked about what she said to me a couple weeks ago when we were falling asleep together. I don’t even know if she remembers saying what she did. And I could have misinterpreted her words, I mean, she was falling asleep, her words were slurring. I could have misunderstood. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself every time the memory pops into my head. Which is about six times a day for the past three weeks.

Y/n gasps and tosses her book at him, "Asshole!"

He laughs, picking the book up off the floor from where it ricocheted off his chest. "I'm kidding. Kidding. But it's cool?"

She shrugs, "Yeah, whatever. Go nuts."

"Yes!" Shawn pumps his fist in the air before high fiving Brian.

"We gotta get alcohol."

"Ah, wait. Before you two go broke buying drinks for the party, remember that we have bills to pay. So save us all a headache and make it BYOB."

Brian snaps and points at her with a click of his tongue. "This is why we keep you around."

She laughs, "Oh is that why?"

"Indeed," he nods.

"Okay, well can I have my book back, please?"

"Yeah, here," Shawn leans over the coffee table to hand it to her before disappearing to his room, Brian heading to the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" I ask, not looking up from my phone. I can sense that the wheels are turning in her head and she sighs dramatically.

"I don't remember which page I was on."

I force myself not to laugh. "243."

“Hmm?” She flips to that page and looks up at my side profile. “How’d you know that?”

I shrug, “I always memorize the page you’re on before you close the book, just in case.”

She smiles sheepishly and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You’re cute,” she whispers before turning her attention back to the page in front of her and resting her head in the crook of my neck.

I squeeze her shoulder hoping she doesn’t look up and notice the growing blush on my cheeks, “You’re cuter.”

---

“Do you have any idea who’s coming to this?” Y/n asks as we move a cooler out to the backyard.

I shake my head, “Not really. I think Matt and his girlfriend, honestly, I have no idea. It’s Shawn, so there’s bound to be more people than we’re anticipating.”

“Lots of girls then.”

“Why do you say that?” I ask, setting the cooler down, providing her with my undivided attention (which she has always had).

“He’s making a name for himself out here. Playing a few more gigs than at home. I noticed at the last one, he’s got a few groupies.”

I chuckle, “Oh really?”

She nods, “There were like five girls there just holding onto his every word. It was actually pretty cool to watch. But he got nervous. Started fidgeting with his necklace, so I had to get him out of there, which of course resulted in death glares from his adoring fans.”

“What? What do you mean? Death glares towards you?”

Y/n laughs, fixing the collar of her shirt that’s falling off her shoulder. “Yeah. I think they thought there was more there than there is,” she shrugs, “And if looks could kill, I would be dead five times over.”

I shake my head, I don’t like that thought, and I say as much. “I don’t like that thought.”

“What? Shawn having groupies?”

“No, girls staring daggers at you because you’re friends with him.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

I know it’s not, but the thought of someone not liking her is appalling to me. “I still don’t like it.”

“Is it because if something happened to me you’d be left to live alone with Shawn and Brian? Because that would make me sad too.”

I force a laugh, “That, and I’d be bored without you.”

She nods understandingly, “I get it. I am the light of your life,” she teases.

You are, I think to myself. “Yeah, yeah,” I say instead, stepping forward, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Let’s get inside, it’s hot as hell out here.”

Shawn and Brian are sitting on the floor in front of the TV, trying to get the wifi hooked up to it. We barely got wifi installed at the beginning of the week, but we’ve all been so busy, we haven’t had the chance to get everything hooked up to it.

“It’s not working!” Brian complains, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Well try again! That’s what the router says.” Shawn counters back.

“Let me see that,” Brian snatches the router out of his hands. “Dumbass! You’re reading me the product number! Not the fucking password!”

Y/n and I hide our faces to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter, but we both break when Shawn pouts when Brian puts the router back in his hands after successfully connecting the TV.

“Oh, what’s with the pouty face, rockstar?” y/n asks.

“Brian’s a dick,” he mutters, which causes Brian to punch his shoulder.

“Ow!” Shawn exclaims, reaching to hold his arm. “That hurt!”

“It was supposed to. Want me to do it again?”

“Craigen,” y/n shakes her head and before I can protest, she’s out of my grasp and I suddenly feel lonely without her body next to mine. “No more fighting.”

“Just one time in the face,” he tries to reason. “Just once. Come on, it’s a long time coming. I’ve wanted to punch him in the face since we were kids.”

“No,” she squats down behind Shawn, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, leaning her head against his. I watch Shawn fall into her touch and I’m envious of him. Even though she holds onto me in the exact same way, almost daily, she isn’t right now and it makes me long for it. Especially when I watch her start to massage his scalp and he hums because her head scratches feel like you’re in heaven. “You can’t punch him in the face. That’s the money maker,” she squishes his cheeks with her free hand and speaks in a mock baby voice, “And if he’s got a black eye how will he charm girls with his pretty face tonight?”

Shawn laughs and pushes her hand away, but he reaches back and pats her calf. “Sit down,” he says and she obliges, her legs spreading and bracketing Shawn’s. He falls back into her and takes her hand that was just squeezing him and brings it to his lips to kiss her knuckles before bringing it to his hair as well. “More head scratches.”

She rolls her eyes, but continues anyway. “So fucking needy.”

He hums, “Could fall asleep like this.”

She hums too and looks up at me with a smile that melts my heart, “Connor does all the time.”

I nod, “I do. Feels good. Your hands are magic.”

“How magic? Like you could get me off in three seconds?”

“Brian!” I growl. Yep, we can always count on him to ruin the mood.

But y/n’s laughing, “I’m sure I could, I mean, if you ask your first girlfriend, you only last five so I don’t think it’ll be difficult,” she answers.

Shawn’s hysterical in y/n’s arms, as am I as I fall to the floor, clutching my stomach. But Brian? Brian is livid.

“I can’t believe she told you that! She said she wouldn’t tell anyone!”

This only makes Shawn and I laugh harder. “Wait, did that actually happen?” I ask between fits. “Craigen, come on,” I groan when he’s silent. “Five seconds?”

“It was our first time!”

“And last, apparently,” y/n comments.

“Shut up!” he groans. “Fuck, I can’t stand you.”

She nods, “I know.”

“No, but seriously, when did she tell you that?”

Y/n breaks out into a wide grin. “She didn’t. But you just did. Thanks for that.”

He’s speechless. Absolutely speechless. And his face is so red; I don’t know if it’s in anger or embarrassment, but either way, Shawn pipes up. “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, my first time I only lasted like twenty seconds.”

“I lasted fifteen,” I confirm, but I immediately regret it when y/n’s face morphs into one of confusion.

Oh, oh fuck. I never told her that I-

“Wait, you’ve had sex?”

“You didn’t know?” Shawn questions, looking back at her.

She shakes her head, “I guess not.”

I sigh and scratch the back of my head, “Yeah. It was… during that time where we weren’t really talking,” I mumble.

She nods slowly, scoffing, and I can’t quite pin her emotion, but it’s definitely a cross between anger and… is that jealousy? “Ah, good ol’ McKenzie,” she mutters under her breath. She exhales deeply out her nose and focuses her attention back to playing with Shawn’s hair.

“I would have told-”

“We weren’t talking. I know,” she cuts me off. “And it’s none of my business. It wasn’t then, and it’s not now either.”

“Oh, right. Okay,” I nod once. “New subject.”

---

We’re tiptoeing around each other the rest of the day. Or more so, I’m tiptoeing around her. She somehow is coming off as completely unbothered, but at the same time completely bothered. I don’t know what to make of this situation. I don’t know if I should apologize for not telling her, or if she even wants me to apologize. I don’t know and it’s killing me not knowing what I can do to make this better for us tonight.

I’m helping Brian pour more ice into the cooler we have in the kitchen when she walks out of her room. “Where’s Shawn?” she asks.

I look up at her and my heart stops for a moment. She’s wearing red, my heart never knows what to do when she wears that color. Does it stop? Does it speed up? Yes.

“He went to his car to get the beer we got this afternoon,” Brian answers, closing the lid.

SHe nods, “I’ll go help him.”

I watch as she leaves, not taking a full breath until the door shuts behind her.

“She still mad at you?”

I shake my head, “I don’t know. I don’t even know if she is mad at me.”

“Well, it’s y/n. You kept something from her for almost three years. I’m willing to bet she’s a little upset.”

I sigh, “Yeah, I know. But I mean, how was I supposed to tell her. She would barely even look at me during that time, so -”

“Yeah, because McKenzie was a bitch to her. How was she supposed to look at you when she was practically threatened or called out or god know what when you weren’t listening. I’d hate to know what she actually said when none of us were there to listen.”

I exhale deeply. I know my ex was the worst to her - she’s the entire reason y/n and I weren’t talking. She told me not to hang out with her as much, so I didn’t (also because I was trying to prove to Brian that I didn’t have feelings for y/n anymore. That was a mistake.) “So, I should apologize.”

Brian shrugs, “We all know you’re gonna apologize. You can’t stand it when she’s mad at you. Honestly, we can’t either. We have no idea what to do when you two aren’t talking. And since we all live together now, it’ll be even more awkward for you two to not talk.”

I nod, “Yeah. I know. I’ll apologize later. You should go get ready. I can finish up out here.”

Brian claps my shoulder, “Thanks, man. I’ll be quick.” He disappears at the same time Shawn and y/n walk in the front door with the drinks. I make my way over to them.

“Here, let me get that for you,” I tell her, reaching to take the cases from her hands.

“Oh, it’s okay. I got it. You want these inside or out, rockstar?”

“In the fridge, in the back. Gotta keep the good stuff for us.” Shawn hands me a pottle of vodka, “Put this in the freezer? I got it for y/n, I’m gonna make her a new drink.”

“You’re gonna risk giving her alcohol poisoning?” I question, raising one eyebrow at him.

He rolls his eyes, “I’ve gotten better at making drinks, dickhead.”

I laugh and hold my hands up in surrender, “Alright, sure.”

“I’m gonna put these in my room for now, and then I’m gonna get ready.”

“Brian’s in the shower, you can use my bathroom,” I say as y/n moves past us to the kitchen.

“Good looking out, thanks.”

And now it’s just me and her. It’s like any normal day. So why is my heart beating so quickly?

I watch her move some things around in the fridge to make room for the drinks, and I can’t help but smile. “You look pretty tonight,” I tell her, leaning against the counter.

She looks over at me and smiles softly, “Thanks.”

I clear my throat, “Hey, y/n?”

“Hmm?” she turns her attention back to her task at hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asks, closing the fridge.

“For not telling you that I slept with her.”

“Oh,” she nods. “It’s fine. It really is not any of my business who you have and haven’t slept with.”

“Well maybe not, but you are my best friend, and we tell each other everything. I know if we were on better terms when you were dating Noah, you would have told me that you-”

“I didn’t tell you because we didn’t sleep together.”

“What?” I stare at her with wide eyes.

“Noah and I didn’t sleep together.”

“But I thought-”

“You assumed. But no, it didn’t happen. I wasn’t ready. I mean, I barely let him kiss me, so how the hell was I gonna sleep with him?”

I nod because I don’t know what else to do or even say. She’s right, I just assumed that they had sex because he always had his hands all over her. I almost scoff at the thought. I hated watching him hold her in the hallway, his hands in her back pockets as he pulled her closer to him. Seeing them together everyday made my heart clench every time because it should have been me. I wonder if that’s how she felt when I had a girlfriend.

“Look, it doesn’t matter, okay? So, let’s just drop it. It’s not like I’m mad you had sex, I was just surprised to find out this way, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I get it. And I would have told you sooner, but there really was never a time, you know? And it was just with her a couple times, nothing since.”

“Connor, you really don’t need to explain it to me. Actually, if we could just stop talking about her all together, that’d be great.”

“No, yeah. Of course. It’s dropped.”

She nods, “Okay, good. So, you should go get dressed.”

“What do you mean? I’m wearing this,” I gesture to my torn t-shirt and my sweatpants with paint stains up and down the legs from when we painted the living room a few weeks ago. I’m totally joking, but I want to see her reaction anyway.

She looks me up and down and scoffs, “Yeah, no. Go change. You’re not wearing that.”

I pout dramatically, “Why not?”

“One, those pants are a mess. Two, you know you run hot when you drink, so why would you wear sweatpants? And three, that shirt is literally falling apart. You are not wearing that, go change.”

I can’t fight the smile that tugs at my lips because just like that we’re back to normal. “Okay, I’m going. Do you have something you’d like for me to wear?”

“Yes, your black pants with the white tank top and your peachy cream shirt. The one you wore for our graduation party.”

I nod, “Yes, ma’am. You wanna do my hair?”

“Come find me when you’re done, and I’ll see what I can do.”

---

I’m talking to my friend Will out in the backyard as the party becomes bigger than anticipated. Yeah, definitely called that situation.

“Bro, I wish I would have saved up more so I could have gotten a place like you guys did. I emailed my roommate last week to see what he wanted to get for the dorm and he straight up said, ‘I don’t plan to be roommates long, so nothing.’”

I can’t help but laugh, “Hey, we’d take you in over Brian, but he’d throw a bitch fit.”

He laughs too, twisting the cap off his beer. “So what’s it like living with y/n? Everything good?”

“Yeah, everything’s great. She knows how to run a household. She made a chore chart that goes on the fridge. Shawn had to beg her to take it down for the party because he was embarrassed.”

“Sounds like y/n. But that’s not what I meant.”

I take a swig of my beer and shrug, “There’s nothing else to say really. She’s nice to live with.”

“No progression between you two.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right, right. Because you’re not in love with her, right.”

“Will, come on. Not tonight.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. We’re not in a teasing mood tonight.”

Or ever. Will is a great friend of mine, and I would take a bullet for him, but he asks me for y/n updates every time we’re together, and I never have any for him. When I told him we were moving in together, he was stoked, but less so when I told him we were moving with Shawn and Brian too.

He - like Shawn - is an avid supporter of us getting together. Will found out about my so-called crush one night in high school, actually a couple weeks after my breakup with McKenzie. Y/n and I still weren’t talking. I was trying to mend things and she was trying to push me further away. I don’t remember much of the night he found out because I got shit faced drunk, but I somehow admitted to him that I had feelings for her and he’s convinced himself that he knows the biggest secret in the world. He treats it like he holds the key to the universe. If anyone wants us together more than I do, it’s him.

“Just don’t want to risk her hearing anything,” I tell him. “I already made things awkward earlier.”

“What? How?”

I shake my head, “Let it slip that Kenz and I slept together.”

He blanches. “She didn’t know?!”

I shake my head, “No. I never found the right time to tell her. But she keeps saying it isn’t her business, so I don’t know if that means she’s hurt by it or if I’m imagining it because right now it seems like she doesn’t really care. But - I don’t know, I want her to, I guess.”

He smirks, “She cares.”

“I don’t know,” I mutter, looking inside, lifting my bottle up to my lips, but halting when I see her standing near the sliding glass door with - “Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What?” Will asks, turning toward the door. “What hap - is that? Wait, is that Noah? What is he doing here?”

My jaw clenches, just like the grip around the bottle in my hand. “Better question, why the hell is he so close to her?”

Will sucks in a breath, “Are they still friends?”

I don’t answer him because I don’t know. I’m 99% sure they aren’t, but that 1% that says yes is simply because I’m watching them right now and she’s hugging him and letting him kiss her cheek before he pulls away. “I didn’t think they were. She hasn’t brought him up since the breakup.”

I don’t take my eyes off them as I start chugging the rest of my beer. It was still pretty full, but at this moment, I need to finish it because I need something stronger.

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” I mutter, tossing my bottle in the trashcan near the cooler. I walk inside, but neither of them notice me. I shake my head and walk to Shawn’s room where he hid most of the hard stuff. I find the bottle of tequila that he stashed because he knew if he put it out, it’d go fast. I twist the top off and take, maybe a little more than a shot. I cough into my elbow when I pull the bottle back because wow he got the strong stuff.

Shaking my head, I close the bottle back up and sneak out of Shawn’s room. When I enter the living room, they’re still standing there talking. Or, he’s talking, she’s nodding at something he’s saying. I click my tongue and walk into the kitchen to grab another beer. SHould I be mixing my alcohol? No, I should not. Is that going to stop me? No, it is not.

My girl’s ex-boyfriend is over there talking to her and touching her like they’re best buds and I can’t stand it. I can’t stand him.

I still remember the day she told us that she was going on a date with him.

All four of us are sitting in our usual booth at the diner, everything seems to be going like it always has. Just us four, laughing and making our weekend plans. The difference though is that y/n and I aren’t sitting shoulder to shoulder right now. She’s pushed against the window, and I’m toward about as far left as I can get without it being noticeable, or falling.

“So, we’re aiming for Saturday afternoon, right? Y/n, you’ll ride with me?” Shawn asks.

“Oh,” she sits up straight, “um, could we maybe do it on Sunday instead? I kind of already have plans on Saturday.”

“What?” Brian furrows his brows, “Without us?”

She nods, “Yeah,” she takes in a sharp breath beside me. “I um… I kinda, I have a date.”

At that exact moment, our heads whip in her direction - I’m pretty sure if I turned any faster I would have given myself whiplash.

“A date?” I ask as calmly as I can.

“With who?” Shawn questions.

She shrugs, “You know that guy Noah? I have him in like all of my AP classes? He asked me out after class this morning.”

I don’t think I can clench my jaw any harder. Noah. I hate him. I’ve never personally met him, but I hate him. “Cool,” I mutter, turning my head back to the table to reach for my drink.

“Well?” Shawn prompts. “What are you gonna do? Where is he taking you?”

She clasps her hands in her lap and shrugs again. “I don’t know. He hasn’t told me. Said he wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Ooh, romantic,” Brian teases.

“You hate surprises,” I mumble into my cup.

Y/n clears her throat and shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “It’s just one date. Not a big deal.”

“Okay, sure,” Brian says. “So Sunday then?”

“And you’ll tell us all about it?”

“Sure.”

There are very few times that I wish I was deaf, but that day was one of them. I didn’t sleep that whole night. I couldn’t. And the night of her date? Forget it. I was up all night wondering what was happening. Did he hold her hand? Did he hug her? Did that bastard take her first kiss? The first kiss that was supposed to belong to me?

And right now, as I watch him reach for her elbow again, I decide, fuck it. I don’t care if I look like a jealous asshole, I’m taking my girl away from him. I stride over to them and place my hand on her hip, “Hey, baby. Can you help me find the bottle opener? I can’t remember what drawer you put it in the other day, and I think my eyes are failing me.”

She shakes her head, “Um, yeah. It should be in the drawer closest to the fridge.”

“I checked there, please, come help me look.”

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Noah who is staring daggers at my hand on her hip. I smirk. “Noah, it was good catching up with you. I’ll find you later. I’m gonna help him out.”

He looks back up at her and forces a smile, “Sure. Sounds good. Save me dance?”

Over my dead body. “Come on, baby,” I say, guiding her toward the kitchen.

She steps in front of me, mumbling a couple excuse me’s to the people blocking the kitchen. Then she b-line’s to the drawer closer to the fridge, which I definitely did not check because I wasn’t really looking for the bottle opener. I just needed an excuse to get her away from Noah.

“Here,” she holds it out to me. “Wait, I thought Shawn got twist tops.” She takes the bottle from my hand and laughs, “Bub, it twists off.” She says, taking the cap off the bottle.

“Oh,” I chuckle. I knew it was a twist top, again, I just needed an excuse to get her away. “Whoopsies?”

She puts the bottle opener back in the drawer and leans against the counter. “You having fun?”

I shrug, “I’m alright. So um… Noah’s here.”

Y/n nods slowly, “Yeah, he is.”

“Kinda weird that he showed up after we just talked about him,” I mutter.

“Yeah, I guess. He just tagged along with one of his friends.”

I nod, “Mhm. You two looked pretty cozy.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing. Just, I mean, I haven’t heard you talk about him since the breakup,” I take a sip of the beer in my hand. “I didn’t realize you two were still so close.”

She tilts her head at me, “We’re not. We were just catching up. He didn’t know that I lived here too.”

“Uh-huh, so you haven’t talked to him recently?”

She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s with the third degree, huh?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I mutter.

“No, Connor. I haven’t talked to him recently. In fact, I haven’t talked to him since the breakup. But what does that matter? Why does it matter who I do and do not talk to?”

“I just think it’s a little strange that he came here tonight.”

“Well, I didn’t invite him, if that’s what you’re insinuating. He came with a friend. He didn’t even know it was our party, or our house. He just showed up.”

“So he crashed it. Classy.”

“What is your deal?” She pushes herself off the counter and stands face to face with me, her forehead creasing as she glares at me. I want to smooth the crease and tell her not to do that because she’ll get a headache, but I refrain.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please,” she scoffs, “you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend! Newsflash, Connor, you’re not my boyfriend.”

I recoil, because sure I know I’m not, but the words spew from her lips like venom. “I know that.”

“Do you? Because right now it doesn’t seem like you do. Now unless I completely missed the part where you asked me to be your girlfriend, you have no right to be upset over me talking to my ex-boyfriend.”

“He was an ass to you then.”

“How would you know?! We weren’t even talking then.”

“Because you didn’t want to! I was still trying to fix things with us but you were pushing me away.”

“No, I wasn’t pushing you away. I was protecting myself from getting hurt again.”

“But it wasn’t me, that was Kenzie, and -”

She groans in frustration, “Why are we talking about her again? Why? I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

Y/n pinches the bridge of her nose. “Look, you’re my best friend, and I love you. But you have no right to be upset about Noah. You are not my boyfriend -”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because you aren’t! You like to act like you are sometimes, but you’re not.”

“Do you want me to be?!” I exclaim, setting my bottle down.

She scoffs, shaking her head. “Not like this,” she says quietly, pushing past me.

“Y/n!” I call after her, but she ignores me. I, however, can’t ignore the eyes that are on me.

---

“He’s jealous?” Alessia asks, leaning back on her hands. We’re sitting on the grass in the backyard. It’s quieter out here, and far less crowded. “Does he even have a right to be?”

“That’s what I’m saying! He’s my best friend, but sometimes he acts like he’s my boyfriend and I just - I’m over it.”

She sighs, “You’re over him acting like your boyfriend.”

“Yes,” I say.

“Because you want him to actually be your boyfriend.”

“What? No! No,” I shake my head, “that’s not it.”

Les smiles, “Honey, it’s obvious the way you two look at each other. And you can deny it because you’re best friends, you live together. You don’t want to risk the integrity of the friendship that you have. And that is totally reasonable, but you two need to discuss what you are to each other. Because it’s clear that in his mind, you’re a little bit more than just ‘best friends.’ And well, you’ve always wanted to be more, so what’s so wrong with him being that?”

I sigh and pick at the grass beside me, “I don’t know if he feels this way genuinely or if it’s because I’m closer now. We live together, it seems almost easy or convenient for him to develop some tiny crush because of the proximity.”

At this she laughs, “Oh, honey. That is definitely not it.”

“How do you know?”

“Because that boy has been in love with you since before I even met you guys. It’s written all over his face and if you took a second to just stop and -”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, guys,” Shawn says, breathlessly, pushing his curls out of his face. “Y/n, Connor’s drunk off his ass, and I need your help”

I sit up, “Okay, How much did he drink?”

“Like, the entire bottle of tequila I had in my room, plus however many beers he had.”

I stand up, swatting at the backs of my legs to get off any dirt, “Is he throwing up?”

“No, he’s just asking for you.”

I nod and look back to Alessia, “We’ll talk later, Les?”

“Mhm, go take care of your boy.”

“Why did he drink so much?” I ask Shawn, following him toward the sliding glass door.

He shrugs, “I asked him. He said you were mad at him.”

I roll my eyes, “Well yeah, he was being an ass. But it still doesn’t make sense.If he drinks every time I get upset with him, he’d be an alcoholic ”

“All I know is that he was asking for you,” Shawn says just as we find Connor sitting outside my bedroom door, nursing another beer bottle.

I shake my head, “God, he knows not to be switching between alcohol.”

“Connor, buddy?” Shawn says, squatting down next to him. “I got her. Why don’t you give me that beer, eh?” He goes to take it from his hands, but Connor’s quick to move it, spilling a bit of it on his shirt in the process.

“No, this is mine. Get your own,” he slurs

I sigh and squat down next to him, too. “I think you’ve had enough, bub. Come on, let me have it.”

He looks at me with heavy eyes and he pouts, dramatically. “Y/n… you’re so pretty.”

“Connor,” I shake my head.

“I love you in red. God, you look so good. Could never get,” he hiccups, “tired of looking at you.”

I blush, looking over at Shawn who’s still sitting with us. “Okay, come on. Let’s get up. We need to get you to bed.”

He nods slowly, “Whatever you want, baby.”

I take the drink out of his hand and set on the floor beside us. “Shawn, help me get him up.”

Shawn nods, “You got it.” He does most of the heavy lifting, but when Connor’s on his feet, he leans into me, hugging my waist, burying his head in my neck.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. So sorry.”

“I know, come on now. We’re going to your room.”

He groans into my skin, but helps me and Shawn take him to his room as best as he can, only stumbling once when we round the corner. We push his bedroom door open and walk further into the room, plopping him down on the bed.

“Thanks, Shawn. I got it from here.”

“You sure?”

I nod, moving to grab his trash can from next to his desk. “Yeah, we’re good. Thanks for coming to get me.”

He nods, “Of course. Come get me if you need anything else.”

Connor groans as Shawn slams the door shut behind him. I sigh and move around the room, turning on his bedside lamp and going to his desk chair where his outfit from earlier is laid out. “Okay, bub, I’m gonna need you to help me out, alright? I need you to get out of your clothes, I’m gonna put you in pajamas, okay?”

He shakes his head, his pout even heavier than usual, eyes struggling to stay open. “Too tired. You do it.”

I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. Of course he’s gonna be difficult right now. I shake my head, throwing his clothes beside him, “Can you stand up?”

He mumbles something incoherent, but I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere along the lines of “The room is spinning.”

“Fuck, Connor, why did you drink so much?” I grumble, moving to the floor to take his shoes off.

“You’re mad at me,” he whines.

“Yes, I am. You know your limits. What were you gonna do if this didn’t happen at the house, hmm?”

“M’sorry.”

I roll my eyes, “Okay, sit up,” I reach for his hands to help pull him to a sitting position.

He makes an unnecessary amount of groaning sounds as he moves around to accommodate me.

I push his shirt off his shoulders, it’s almost damp, he’s sweating so much. I throw it to the side, I’ll put it in the laundry room when I go get him some pain meds in a little bit. I take hold of the hem of his tank top, “Arms up,” I pat his side and he obliges, looking up at me with a sad smile on his lips. “What’s wrong?” I ask him, tossing his tank top off to the side too.

“I’m sorry I got mad earlier. About Noah.”

I shake my head, “It’s fine. Lay back, lift your hips for me.”

He lays back, but his pout still remains on his face as I lean forward to unbutton his pants.

“What now?” I question softly, pulling down his zipper, “Hips up.”

He’s looking at me with such sad eyes and it’s killing me. “This isn’t how I wanted you to undress me for the first time.”

My breath hitches, “What?”

“Wanna make love to you,” he slurs.

I almost choke on his words, “Connor, you’re drunk,” I shake my head, pulling his pants off him and grabbing his sweats to pull up his legs instead. I decide to forgo the shirt because he’s already sweating a lot, I don't want to make him even hotter. “You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m gonna go get you some water and pain meds. Stay here.” I move the trash can closer to him, “The trash is right next to you if you feel like you’re gonna get sick.

I pick up his discarded clothes from the floor and walk to the door and out the room before he can say anything else he doesn’t mean. After tossing them in the hamper in the laundry room, I squeeze past the group of people still congregating in the hallway. I slip into my room and grab some of my pain meds from my book bag and quickly slip out again to head to the kitchen which is also crowded. I mumble out a general excuse me, and go to the fridge to grab Connor a bottle of water.

On my way back, I stop and go to his bathroom which is thankfully empty, and grab a hand towel and wet it under the faucet to hopefully cool him down a bit. When I’m back in his room, he’s laying face down on his bed and I stop for a minute, admiring his smooth skin, and the way the muscles in his shoulders tense up when he moves his arm above his head. It’s not fair. No one man should look this good.

I shake my head, focusing back on the task at hand. I close the door behind me gently. “Okay, Connor. I need you to sit up just one more time to take these pills and then you can go to bed, yeah?”

He groans, “I think I drank too much, baby,” he mumbles, pushing himself up and I'm once again in awe of how his muscles move with him.

I scratch at my scalp and nod, holding out the pills for him. “Yeah, I think you did, too.” He takes them in his hand and I sit next to him, uncapping the water bottle before handing it to him as well.

“Thank you,” he hiccups.

“You’re welcome.” I look down at my hands as he takes the pills. He goes to hand me the water bottle back but I shake my head, “You need to drink it all. We’re trying to avoid a hangover.”

He just holds the bottle in his lap, not moving to drink anymore of it, so I look back up at him only to find him already staring at me.

“You okay?” I ask.

He hums and reaches forward. He runs his thumb under my eye, “You got an eyelash. I got it,” he mumbles, but he keeps his hand cradling the side of my face.

My eyes search his tired ones, they’re glossed over, but they always get that way when he drinks, making his eyes seem just a little more blue than green.

“Have I told you tonight that you look pretty?” he asks quietly.

“Multiple times,” I confirm.

“Good, because you are… so, so pretty.”

I lick my lips and watch his eyes move from my eyes to my lips and back. I take in a shallow breath as he starts to lean closer. His eyes closed as his face inches toward mine. I push him back gently just before his lips have the chance to connect with mine, and I mean just before because I could feel his breath against my mouth. “What are you doing?” I question.

“I was… I was trying to kiss you. Did you, I thought you wanted to - when we were laying in bed a couple weeks ago, you said you wanted me to kiss you.”

“Well, I… Connor,” I shake my head. I didn’t think he heard me when I said that. “Not like this. Not tonight. Not when you’re drunk and not thinking clearly.” I stand up, pacing slowly in front of him. “If you’re gonna kiss me, I want you to be sober, and to actually want to do it. Not just because we got in a fight earlier. I don’t want this to be something you do now and then completely forget about or ignore, or fuck, even worse, regret in the morning. I don’t want that. I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve to be led on by you again.”

“Again?” He asks, tilting his head at me.

“Nevermind. I should go back out there, start cleaning up so it’s not so much tomorrow.”

“Wait, y/n, please. Stay here, please. Stay with me tonight.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I won’t try anything, I promise. Please, just stay?”

I sigh, “Just until you fall asleep.”

---

It’s nearing eleven in the morning when Shawn finally retreats from his room. He’s not nearly as hungover as I bet the other boys are going to be. If he’s even hungover at all, he doesn’t seem to be.

He leans against the counter, watching me pull my second batch of cookies from the oven. “You’re stress baking,” he observes.

I scoff, “I made muffins too,” I nod in the direction of the counter in front of him where a plate of blueberry muffins sits.

“Ooh,” he reaches forward and takes one, “Not that I like when you’re stressed, but this my favorite of your coping mechanisms.”

“For purely selfish, I presume.”

“Of course,” he says around a mouthful of muffin. “So,” he says after he swallows. “Does this sudden urge to bake have anything to do with what happened last night with Connor?”

I tense up at the memory of Connor leaning in to kiss me. Me pushing him away. “Maybe.”

“So what did happen after I left you two?”

“Nothing,” I shake my head.

“Well, the glorious smell of our kitchen and the spotless living room say otherwise.”

I close my eyes and rub my hands over my face. “He, god, he tried to kiss me.”

“What?” Shawn chokes.

“Shh! You’ll wake them.”

“Oh please, Brain will be asleep until five. Nothing will wake him. He kissed you?! Well, how was it?”

“I said he tried. As in, I didn’t let him. I pushed him away before he could.”

“Why? Don’t you want him to?”

“Of course! But not like that! Not when he’s drunk and not himself. WHen he’s saying stupid things like he wants to make love to me, and that he wishes I was undressing him for the first time under different circumstances.”

“What? He said all of that?! Oh my god! Go, Connor!”

“No, not go Connor. Because he’s not going to remember any of this when he wakes up and I’m going to remember everything and have to pretend that he didn’t say anything or try to kiss me. And I’m stuck being led on once again, except this time he lives just down the hall and I have to see him everyday.”

Shawn sighs, “Okay, you’re right. So, what are you going to do?”

“Same thing I always do.”

He nods, “I’ll get my guitar.”

***

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I Like Murphy, Too

Murphy x Clarke x Bellamy fic (Mostly Murphamy If I’m Being Honest)

Ao3 Link: HERE

Request: Not Requested!

Prompt: “Person A falls for both person B and person C but B and C hate each other”

Summary: Clarke Griffin is polyamorous, Bellamy knew this when they first started dating. What Bellamy didn't know though, is that when it came down to it, John Murphy is the other man she likes.

A/N: This is the longest Fic i have ever written. It’s the reason I got behind and im not fics behind on my april challenge im doing lol. I hope you enjoy??

Setting: Peaceful Arkadia AU

Warnings: Death of Murphy's parents is mentioned, Alcohol, and i think that’s it?

Word Count: 6009

Tags: @lovelessdyke @ultimatereyesstan

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“You what?” Bellamy asks, looking at Clarke surprised. Clarke shakes her head softly and sighs. She quickly latches the button on her pants.

“I like Murphy, too.” Clarke says, putting on her jacket. Bellamy slips on his shirt and scoffs.

“Seriously?” Bellamy asks, and Clarke crosses her arms and looks at him.

“Look, I told you I’m poly when we first got together. I told you this might happen.” Clarke says, and Bellamy throws his arms up.

“Yeah! But I thought it would be like, Raven or Someone else, not Murphy!“ Bellamy exclaims, plopping down on the bed. Clarke sighs and shakes her head.

“Your issue is with who I like?” Clarke asks, walking forward. Bellamy looks up at her, his shoulder obviously tense. She brings her hand to his face and cups it.

“I don’t like him.” Bellamy grounds out, and Clarke sighs. She steps back and grabs her gun holster from the top of her dresser.

“That’s because you won’t give him a chance.” She says, walking over to the other side of the room, where her boots lay. She grabs them and walks over to the bed. She sits down and starts putting them on.

“Listen, you know i'm supportive of you, and heck if it was anyone else I’d probably be happy, but Murphy isn’t good.” Bellamy says, his voice low. Clarke sighs and gets up.

“Did you know he’s been working with my mother in the med bay?” Clarke asks, going to the little bathroom that is connected to their room. Bellamy gets up and followers her into it, watching as she grabs her toothbrush. “Or that he’s been helping Monty at the gardens? Or that he’s been helping Miller and Brian get along? Or that he’s been-”

“Okay, okay I get it.” Bellamy says, grabbing his toothbrush as well, pushing Clarke slightly to the side. Clarke grabs the toothpaste, and Bellamy takes it from her hand before she can use it. She glares up at him through the mirror and Bellamy hides a smile.

“Do you really? Because he’s not bad. He’s misunderstood.” Clarke says, letting Bellamy give her back the toothpaste. Bellamy Sighs and starts brushing.

Bellamy brushes for a second, before pulling out the tooth brush and spitting into the sink “Listen, he killed two kids.” Bellamy says, and Clarke raises an eyebrow.

“Okay? And we killed all of the mountain men.” Clarke says, putting her tooth brush in. Bellamy sighs.

“That’s different. We did it for an actual reason.” Bellamy says, going to brush his teeth more. Clarke spits out some toothpaste and sighs exasperated.

“He had his own reasons too!” Clarke says, grabbing the cup next to the sink and putting water in it. She takes some into her mouth and spits out the rest of the toothpaste. She always brushes way faster than him, he hates it because it gives her more time to talk during these morning discussions they regularly have.

“Yeah, like revenge. How is that anything similar to why we did what we did?” Bellamy asks, now spitting out his toothpaste again. He grabs the cup and rinses out his mouth, before following Clarke out of the bathroom.

“He did it to save himself. He was scared, Bellamy. Have you even bothered to ask about how he felt?” Clarke asks, grabbing a few more things from her dresser drawer. Bellamy sighs and opens his drawer to grab a few of his own things.

“Listen, I can’t stop you from liking him, Hell, even being with him, but I’m not going to like it. I don’t want anywhere near him.” Bellamy says, and Clarke Grabs his arm before he can walk away.

“Bell, please.” Clarke says softly. Bellamy lets her grab his hand and She looks up into his eyes. “Please, Bell. I want this to work. I want you and him to get along.” She says.

“That’s never going to happen.” Bellamy says, taking his hand away.

“At least try. Come to lunch with us today.” Clarek says, and Bellamy sighs. He looks to the ground and then back up at Clarke, her eyes wide and begging. He feels his stubborn-ness give and he sighs softly.

“Okay, fine, I’ll have lunch with you, two.” Bellamy says, and Clarke smiles widely. She jumps forward and kisses him softly, and Bellamy smiles into the kiss.

“Thank you, Bell.” Clarke says, her voice filled with love.

“Anything for you, Princess.”

During the day, Before Clarke went in to get her job done, she stopped by to tell Murphy about everything. Murphy wasn’t surprised that Bellamy didn’t trust thim, If he was being honest he barely even trusted Bellamy, but for Clarke he’ll try anything. And if that means along the way he and Bellamy get closer, then he might as well try. So, he agreed to join them.

A few hours later, Bellamy and Clarke are sitting at a table in Arkadia’s eating area, they both have their plates, and drinks, and are eating as they talk about the day.

“Murphy should be here by now.” Bellamy says, taking a bit of his food. He brings his head back up and looks at Clarke. Clarke grabs her napkin and brings it up to wipe at a spot on his lip where some food stayed. He smiles softly at her, “Thanks.”

“He’s probably just running a little late.” Clarke says, putting down her napkin and taking a bite herself.

“He probably decided to ditch us.” Bellamy snarks, taking a drink of his water. Clarke sighs and puts down her fork.

“He wouldn’t do that.” Clarke says, looking at Bellamy with a serious expression.

“Ah, right, because the guy who was a juvenile delinquent wouldn’t skip out on lunch.” Bellamy snarks, and then a voice comes from behind them.

“Yeah, uh, sorry. Miller came in with a cut the size of my hand on his side. I had to patch him up.” Clarke looks behind her to see Murphy standing there, looking at Bellamy with a look that tells her this will not be easy. She jumps up and kisses him on the cheek. “Hey.” He says, smiling at her, like she can make his day go from a nightmare, to a daydream. Bellamy gets that. She always cheers him up at the end of the day. Clarke grabs his hand and pulls him over to the table.

“Sorry, we kind of started without you.” Clarke says, sitting in her spot. Murphy sits next to her, on the opposite side of where Bellamy is sitting, and sighs softly, happy to be sitting down for the first time in a few hours.

“It’s fine, Clarke. You didn’t know when I’d get here.” Murphy says, raising his hand so a guy who will come get his order can see him. He always tries to give them extra help whenever he can, when he’s off work he sometimes comes in and works with them.

“Heya Murphy! The usual?” The server asks, and Murphy nods softly. The server walks away, and Murphy looks to Clarke and sighs.

“Hard day?” Clarke asks, genuinely worried.

“Yeah, a lot of people are getting hurt lately.” Murphy says, shrugging as if it’s not too much for him. Honestly, when he agreed to work with Abby, he was happy to do it. It was good for him to feel useful, and to help people. But now it’s too much sometimes. The blood gets sickening sometimes, especially when it stains his hands.

“And you’re worried about how much work you have to do?” Bellamy asks, his eyebrow raised. Clarke glares at him softly and his his leg under the table. Murphy sighs and looks down at the table. “I obviously care about them, Bellamy, or else I wouldn’t be doing it in the first place.” Murphy grounds out, trying to keep his voice calm. Bellamy has no idea what he goes through every day, or how much work he does, or anything like that. He has no right to assume all he cares about is how much time he has to work. As much as Murphy would like to cuss Bellamy out, the warmth coming from Clarke is enough to keep him grounded. He's doing this for her.

“Anyway! How has your day been?” Clarke asks, grabbing Bellamy’s hand. Murphy lets his gaze linger on the touch before smiling softly. He’s happy when Clarke can get love, in any form she does. As much as he is hesitant of Bellamy, he knows Bellamy will take care of her.

“It’s been okay. I’ve had to yell at a few people, keep them in their lane.” Belamy says, taking a bite of his food, that Clarke had forgotten existed. She feels bad eating while Murphy sits there without anything.

“Here, have a bite.” Clark says, pushing her food towards him. Murphy smiles and does as he’s told, knowing that Clarke will probably take his head off if he refuses to eat. Clarke looks around them for a moment before looking back at Bellamy, who is staring at Murphy. She sighs and kicks him under the table and gives him a look. Bellamy makes a face that Clarke knows to mean “What?!?” and Clarke glares at him.

“You guys do this often?” Murphy asks, pointing a finger between them.

“Do what?” Bellamy snaps, before taking a deep breath and calming himself. “Do what?” He asks softer this time.

“Talk with your faces.” Murphy says, a small smirk on his lips. He looks at Clarke and laughs when she blushes.

“Also, Bellamy, can you stop staring at me? I’d appreciate it. I mean, unless you’re appreciating my god given good looks.” Murphy continues and Clarke laughs and bumps into him with her shoulder. Bellamy feels his cheeks heat up despite himself and he looks back at his food, his jaw tight. Murphy sees this and back tracks a bit. “Look, man, I was just joking, sorry.” He says, pushing Clarke’s food away from him, and back to her. He reaches forward and steals Clarke’s water and takes a sip.

“Murphy!” The server says, walking over and giving him his food. Murphy smiles and nods at him.

“Thanks, how about later I help you with that shoulder? You said it's been bothering you.” Murphy says, taking his food and looking at it with excitement. He has always liked food, especially after working in the medbay.

“Really? It’s been really bugging me, it makes me slower to work.” The server says, giving him his cup and pouring water in it.

“Dude, of course. Come by the med bay after your shift.” Murphy says, trying not to think about how busy he already is. He always just keeps adding on.

“Great!” The server says, before walking off. Murphy grabs his fork and starts eating before he notices Clarke is smiling at him.

“What?” Murphy says, a smile on his face.

“I love when you help people.” Clarke says softly. Murphy smiles and feels his cheeks heat up.

“Yeah, yeah, eat it all up.” Murphy jokes, and takes a drink of his own water.

“How much do you work?” Bellamy asks, looking at Murphy. Murphy puts down his cup and messes with his hair.

“Well, I have multiple jobs. Different jobs, different days. I have the medbay, which is what I am doing today, Where I work from 7 am to 8 pm. I have a lunch break between that, as you can see right now, and I have a few other short 10 minute breaks in between.” Murphy starts to explain, and Bellamy puts down his fork to listen better. Clarke smiles, knowing that listening is one of Bellamy’s ways to show he cares. “I work at the gardens with Monty on some days, those days are more laid back. Monty doesn’t expect me to do much. Usually I just water some plants, sometimes I gather stuff. And most other days I just pick up whatever job I can to help. There’s a lot of miscellaneous jobs.” Murphy explains,taking another drink. Bellamy nods, and watching Murphy swallow the water, and he looks down at his plate and clears his throat, embarrassed at himself for watching him like that.

“So you do a lot?” Bellamy asks, and Murphy just nods and eats his food.

They sit in silence for a while, before Murphy looks at his watch and sighs heavily.

“Time to go?” Clarke asks, and Murphy nods, taking the last few bites of his food, and taking the last gulps of his drink. He gets up and stretches. Clarke Gets up and hugs him tight.

“Go save some lives.” Clarke smiles, and pushes at his shoulder. Murphy smirks and grabs his cup and plate.

“You can leave those here, the server will come and grab it.” Bellamy says, looking up at Murphy from his spot.

“Oh, I take it up for them, it makes their lives easier.” Murphy says, smiling. He then kisses Clarke on the cheek, and turns away quickly, feeling Bellamy’s eyes burn a hole in his skull. He knows Bellamy is hesitant about him being with Clarke, and if he is assuming right, he thinks he’s also a bit jealous. He walks up and gives his plate and cup to the people near the food and they smile gratefully at him.

Clarke watches him leave and sighs sadly. She sits back down and smiles at Bellamy.

“I guess it's just us for a little bit.” Clarke says, grabbing Bellamy’s hand. Bellamy squeezes her hand and brings it to his lips kissing it softly.

“Finally.” He mumbles and Clarke sighs and takes her hand away.

“Why are you like this? Why can’t you just try to be nice about him? I care about him Bellamy, and I’m trying to get you two to get along. Murphy is obviously trying. He had less of a problem with this than you did. Why can’t you just try?” Clarke asks, looking at him with sadness in her eyes. Bellamy sighs and sits back in his seat, crossing his arms.

“He’s a delinquent!” Bellamy says, gesturing towards the place where Murphy had left from. Clarke shakes her head and sighs, she gets up and grabs her plate and cup.

“I think you forget that I was too.” Clarke says, before walking off. Bellamy watches her leave, and thinks about things for a minute.

She’s right, he knows she is. It’s not right of him to give every other delinquent a chance but then not give Murphy one. It’s just hard for him. He cares a lot about Clarke,and he doesn’t want her to get hurt, and he doesn’t trust Murphy. And now, in his anger towards Murphy, he has hurt Clarke. He shakes his head and gets up, leaving his plate and cup on the table.

Two weeks later, after Bellamy being invited to lunches and enjoying his time more than he’d like to admit, he caves. He goes to Murphy’s room, and knocks on the door, waiting for Murphy to open the door.

Murphy opens the door, his chest bare and his hair a mess, Bellamy notices he looks tired. Bellamy accident stares too long at Murphy’s chest, looking at all of the scars there, and Murphy notices, and Looks down at himself before his eyes widen and his cheeks flush and he closes the door. Bellamy is about to leave after blowing it, before the door opens again, and reveals Murphy, who threw on a shirt.

“Uh, sorry I just-”

“What do you want?” Murphy cuts him off, not wanting to have a conversation about his scars. It’s already something he hates about himself, he doesn’t need anyone to bring them up after staring at them.

“I just- Okay, I know we don’t get along that much, mostly because of myself, but still, and I was wondering if you’d like to… I don’t know, hang out or something? Just the two of us” Bellamy asks, and Murphy’s eyes widen and his lip quirks up in a small smile. “Maybe we could go outside the gates, or maybe sit by the fire and have a drink, or something.” Bellamy continues and Murphy nods.

“Sure, I’d be happy to.” Murphy says, no sarcasm coming from his lips. Bellamy is surprised but smiles.

“Cool! Cool, uh, do you want to meet up, or should I come here at a certain time, or?” Bellamy asks and Murphy smiles.

“Uh, can we do it tomorrow, today’s kind of… Not the best day.” Murphy says, and Bellamy feels his heart drop, realizing he’s probably just trying to get out of it.

“We don’t have to do it at all if you don’t want to, all you have to do is say no.” Bellamy says,his voice slightly defensive. Murphy’s eyes drop in confusion and he shakes his head.

“No, No, I want to I just-”

“Whatever, it’s obvious you don’t want to, I’ll just go.” Bellamy says, before walking away. By the time Murphy cna open his mouth again to say something, he’s already down the hall and Murphy sighs sadly. Murphy closes the door and plops down on the bed. He takes off his shirt, and lays back down, covering himself up before letting out a long breath as his sore back hit the mattress. Yesterday had been bad, he had accidentally pulled something in his back, and he had refused to do anything about it until he broke down crying while helping Monty in the Garden. Monty had taken him to Abby, and Abby had told him he had to take today off, and stay in bed. That’s why he didn’t want to go out with Bellamy tonight. He sighs and tries to get himself to sleep again, even though the pain in his back is still pulling at him. He groans and wipes a hand over his face, realizing that this probably ruined any chance he had at Bellamy getting closer to him.

“Great.” Murphy says to the open, and empty air around him. Hopefully Bellamy doesn’t tell Clarke about this.

Bellamy walks into his and Clarke’s shared bedroom, storming over to the dresser and throwing off his jacket. He throws the jacket over a chair, and strips his holster off.

“Murphy doesn’t want to go out with me.” Bellamy says to Clarke, who just watched him storm in. Clarke raises an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean?” Clarke asks, closing her book and putting it on the bedside stand. Bellamy huffs and slips off his shoes.

“I asked him to go out, so we could bond, and He doesn’t want to!” Bellamy says exasperatedly. He sighs sadly and Plops down on his side of the bed, turning away from Clarke. Clarke sighs softly and sits behind him, bringing her hands up to massage at his shoulders.

“Are you sure he doesn’t want to?” Clarke asks, and Bellamy looks down at his hands.

“He said he didn’t want to tonight.” Bellamy says softly. He wouldn’t admit it to Murphy, but he was hurt. He wanted this to go well. He wants to be closer to Murphy, and not just for Clarke.

“Well how do you know it doesn’t just mean tonight?” Clarke asks.

“Because why wouldn’t he be able to tonight? What’s stopping him from going out with me tonight? He had today off, tonight too, That’s why I asked him, and we’ve been getting closer the past two weeks!” Bellamy says, his tone harsh. He doesn’t want to be mean about this, but His feelings are hurt. He really doesn’t understand why Murphy wouldn’t want to go out with him. Clarke and said he was willing to try with him, and now he just decided not to be?

“I don’t know, but don’t just assume he doesn’t want to. I know Murphy, he’s been talking about you for a while now. He wants to be close to you.” Clarke says, trying to reassure Bellamy. Bellamy shrugs and sighs.

“I’m just tired, I should just sleep.” Bellamy says, and Clarke nods, letting him lay down. Clarke lays next to him, and pulls him so his head is on her chest. He sighs softly and smiles.

“Night Princess.”

In the morning, Murphy wakes up, and he still feels a dull ache in his back. He grabs the pain pills and takes them, not bothering to grab water. He slips his boots on, and thinks about Bellamy. He wants to be with Bellamy too. He wants their relationship to be good, and he’s scared he may have ruined it all last night. He sighs sadly and slips on a new shirt and pants. Today he will go to Bellamy and explain everything, even if it makes him late for work. Abby will probably just think it’s because of his back or something.

Murphy opens his door, and walks out of it, and starts walking to the guard’s building. He knows Bellamy works today, and he knows he has probably already started. He sighs and starts to walk faster, in his haste he almost runs into someone and apologizes over his shoulder.

He makes it to the guards building and just walks in, not caring about policy. He’s been practicing what he was going to say, and at this point he thinks it’s just better to be straight forward and just say exactly what he wants to. He sees Bellamy across the room and walks straight over, not caring about the people staring at him. Bellamy looks up and quickly sits up seeing Murphy there.

“I pulled my back yesterday, so I couldn’t go out with you. But I can tonight. 8 pm? Come to my room? sit by the fire and have that drink you were talking about.” Murphy rushes out, and Bellamy laughs softly.

“So I just... Completely misunderstood you?” Bellamy asks and Murphy nods. “Yup. Anyways, I’m going to be late for work, So I’ve got to go, but pick me up at 8, huh?” Murphy says, and Bellamy smiles.

“Yeah, sure Murphy, I’d love to.” Bellamy says, and Murphy node awkwardly, before turning around and walking away. Bellamy smiles to himself and Gets ready for the day. He can’t wait for tonight.

10 hours later, after a boring and uneventful day at work, Bellamy is ready to have some fun. He goes to his room, and does something with his hair that nobody understands. Everyone assumes he does something to it, but all he does is put some water on his hands and fluff around his hair a bit. He grabs a nice shirt, Not something too nice, since he doesn’t have that luxury, but something that doesn’t look horrible. He freshens up quickly, splashing his face with water changes into his new clothes he picked out. He smiles at himself in the mirror, and he quickly realizes that he’s excited. He’s excited to go out with Murphy, and he’s not sure if he wants to analyze that fact or not.

He quickly gives Clarke a peck on the lips and runs out their door, realizing he’s late. It’s his first date-but-is-it-really with Murphy, and he’s already late. He quickly, but not quickly enough to make it obvious that he;s rushed, goes down the many halls to Murphy’s room. When he gets there, he’s surprised to see Murphy just entering his room.

“Oh sh-” Murphy cuts himself off, dropping his key. He sighs and picks it up. “Sorry! Someone came in with a huge migraine and couldn’t do anything until they got meds, and I was the one who had to search through the bottles to find something this guy wasn’t allergic to. Seriously, I don’t even understand how he’s still alive on Earth, He’s allergic to almost everything.” Murphy says, laughing softly. Bellamy feels himself smile and finds the story sweet. The Murphy he used to know would never spend his time doing that for someone.

“That’s nice of you.” Bellamy says, and Murphy looks up at him with a smile.

“Yeah, I mean I’m happy to do it, He’s a good guy.” Murphy says, walking into his room which he just now got open. Murphy calls out to him from the inside, “You can come in! It’s kind of a mess, but It’s not too bad.” Bellamy hesitantly walks to the doorway and looks into the room, tilting his head. The room isn't as bad as Murphy made it out to be, but it still wasn't clean either. There are clothes strung about the room, and it looks like the bed was just rolled out of. looks into the room, tilting his head. The room isn't as bad as Murphy made it out to be, but it still wasn't clean either. There are clothes strung about the room, and it looks like the bed was just rolled out of.

“It’s not too bad.” Bellamy observes, watching as Murphy goes to his dresser and quickly grabs out clothes. Murphy picks out his outfit, and walks to the bathroom.

“I’m going to change, go ahead and sit on the end I guess.” Murphy says, shrugging. He smiles and walks into the bathroom, quickly getting ready. Bellamy finds himself standing in the middle of the room; he looks at the things on Murphy’s bedside table and smiles. He grabs the book there, reading the title. He sees that it’s Lord Of The Rings, he smiles and tries to remember the plot. He knows it has to do with a ring, an unlikely hero, and a quest with friends, but he’s not sure what happens during it. He opens the book, and looks at the bookmark. It’s a picture of a young man and woman, and a young boy is next to them. It looks like the woman’s face was once crossed out with a marker, but the marker has been scratched at, and he frowns at it. He picks up the picture and flips it over and the back says ‘The Murphy’s’ and he feels his heart break. He hears the door open behind him and he jumps, almost dropping the book and losing Murphy’s spot before catching himself. Murphy freezes when he sees what he’s doing, and winces slightly.

“I said you could sit on the bed, not look through my things.” He half jokes, walking forward and taking the book and picture from his hands and puts the picture back how it was. He puts the book down and turns to the dresser, grabbing his knife from it’s spot. When he made it to Arkadia, he made a new one, since his old one had disappeared in the chaos. He puts the knife in it’s sput on his belt, and turns to Bellamy.

“I’m sorry, I just… I like books, and I wanted to see what you were reading.” Bellamy says, “And then… that kind of turned into me looking at your bookmark.” Bellamy says, his voice dropping. Murphy shrugs.

“Oh well, It’s not like people don’t know I had a family, Bell.” Murphy says, and starts to walk out the door. “Now come on, you have a drink you owe me.” Murphy says, a smile pulling at his features. Bellamy shakes his head and laughs following him out the door. Murphy pulls it shut, and makes sure it’s locked before they walk towards the firepits.

They make it to the fire pits, and Murphy sits down on one of the logs surrounding it. And looks up at Bellamy.

“Drink?” He asks, and Bellamy nods.

“I’ll get you a drink, relax, sit back and watch the fire or something.” Bellamy says, turning around and heading to where Monty is serving his moonshine. Murphy sighs softly and looks up at the sky instead, feeling the cold air go against his face. He hears Bellamy come back, and he opens his eyes to see Bellamy with two cups in his hands.

“Oh thank God, I need a drink.” Murphy says, reaching out. Bellamy chuckles and hands it to him; he sits down and watches as Murphy takes a drink. The moonlight and the fire both create a glow to Murphy, a glow that would be described as magical in the books he read as a kid. He can’t help to think of Murphy as magical in this moment. A kid who grows up with everyone against him, yet now he’s helping everyone by being a doctor?

“I’ve heard you’re a good doctor.” Bellamy says, watching Murphy as he looks at him with happiness.

“Yeah?” Murphy asks, his mouth upturned in a large smile.

“Yeah, I’ve been asking people about you recently…” Bellamy says, before he can stop himself, he sighs realizing how embarrassing that is. “Sorry, I just… After Clarke told me about you, I was very hesitant, and I wanted to know more about you.” Bellamy says.

“Yeah, I know… I’m not the best guy in the world.” Murphy says, looking at the fire in front of him. The flames light up his face, and Bellamy can’t help but think he’s beautiful. He doesn’t know when his thoughts about Murphy went from annoyed, to thinking he’s beautiful. Maybe it was the way Clarke has been talking about him, and explaining why she liked him the way she does.

“You aren’t the worst, either.” Bellamy admits, and Murphy feels himself smile wider.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m good enough.” Murphy says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Bellamy frowns and shakes his head, moving closer to Murphy’s side. Their thighs rub next to each other, and their shoulders bump.

“I-” Bellamy hesitates before speaking, “Look, I’m just overprotective. I worry about Clarke. I don’t want her being with someone who will hurt her. I would be worried no matter who it was, but because of our…” He trails off and gestures vaguely, “History, I’m a bit more hesitant with you.”

"I think I love her, Bell.” Murphy says, confidence in his voice. There’s no ‘think’ to it. He knows he loves her. He closes his eyes and pictures how her lips feel on his cheek, and how the feeling of her hand in his makes him feel. He can picture her smile while he’s alone, and it always cheers him up. It always keeps him going. Bellamy nods and takes a drink from his moonshine, feeling the liquid burn hsi throat slightly. Murphy’s is almost gone already, it’s obvious he’s had a hard time recently.

“I love her, too.” Bellamy says, and Murphy laughs softly. They sit there for a few minutes before Murphy randomly starts talking. Bellamy figures out quickly that he’s just randomly speaking about everything. The color of the sky, the way the trees move, it’s all subjects of Murphy’s rambling and Bellamy finds it endearing.

“Do you ever think of life up there? Do you miss it?” Bellamy asks randomly, interrupting Murphy from his rant about the chancellor. Murphy pauses for a moment, not sure how to answer.

“I think about it, but I don’t miss it. I hated it up there.” Murphy says, and Bellamy looks at him puzzled.

“After everything that’s happened to you down here, you still like it more than up there? Why?” Bellamy asks, and Murphy looks up.

“Up there, it was… Suffocating. I couldn’t get away from anything. I couldn’t get away from the people, the guards, the chancellor, the memories, they were all there. When I walked down the hall to school every day I’d see the airlock chamber and remember my dad dying for me. When I’d look at any door of any room, I’d remember running through the door to find my mom, dying on the floor. I-” He breaks himself off and he sighs. “I hate tight spaces. Always have, and That thing up there? That was the tightest spot. I hate not having control over myself, but up there every single thing I did was stared at and picked at. I was forced to be something I’m not.” Murphy rants, and Bellamy listens, putting a hand on his thigh to calm him down. He had started yelling, and that gained the attention for a few other people.

“And Here? What’s good about here?” Bellamy asks, wanting to know how Murphy feels.

“I’m free. I’m able to eat when I’m hungry, and I’m able to work a good job! I’m able to help people here, when up there I was useless. Down here there’s a possibility for so much more! I can have two kids if I’d want to, and It’ll be okay! I can get medicine for myself when I’m hurt or sick, and I can live.” Murphy says, and Bellamy nods. “My dad… He dreamed of this place. He dreamed of being able to Touch the ground, to touch the leaves… And If this is where he always wanted to be, then obviously it;s better than that piece of junk that used to be in the sky. Up there I wanted to be a doctor, but I wasn’t smart enough. I never was. Here, Abby gave me a chance, and Now I get to save people. You want to know the real, 100% reason all of this is worth it?” Murphy asks, and Bellamy nods. “Clarke… I would have never met Clarke. I would have never met her and gotten this close to her. I would have never met you...” Murphy finishes, and by the time he’s done he’s looking at Bellamy with such a wild look in his eyes.

Bellamy doesn’t understand what’s happening to him, or why he feels so connected to Murphy in this moment, but before he can stop himself he’s surging forward, and connecting their lips. Bellamy grab’s Murphy’s arms and Moves him so he’s facing him, and stradling the log they’re on. Murphy wraps his arms around Bellamy’s neck,and lets him pull him as close as possible, not worrying about the world around them. Murphy pulls back his breath heavy and a huge smile on his face.

“What was that for?” Murphy asks, a wide smile on his face. Bellamy rests his forehead on Murphy’s, and takes a deep breath. He’s not sure how to explain it. He doesn’t know what made him do that, what made him make the choice to kiss the guy he has hated for so long, but recently he just… Hasn’t hated him. The way Murphy has proven himself to be good, the way he cares so deeply for Clarke that everything he has gone through has been worth it, just to meet and fall for her, it all hits him way too hard. And the fact Murphy includes him in that, Murphy includes him in the good he has found on this nightmare of a planet, and Bellamy feels happier about that than he has felt about anything ever.

“Was meeting me really worth the pain?” Bellamy asks, suddenly questioning it. Murphy pulls back a bit and nods.

“Of course. I mean yeah, we haven’t gotten along much in the past, but for the past two weeks, we’ve been getting closer. That’s why you asked me to come, right? Because we’ve been closer?” Murphy asks, and Bellamy smiles.

“Yeah I just… I didn't think I meant that much to you, I thought I was just… Clarke’s boyfriend to you.” Bellamy says, and Murphy cups hsi cheek.

“You could never be ‘just’ anything, Bellamy.” Murphy says, leaning forward and connecting their lips once more. Bellamy pulls back for a second and looks into Murphy’s eyes.

“Come on.” He says, and gets up, pulling himself away from Murphy. Murphy looks up at him in confusion.

“What? Where are we going.” Murphy asks, confused. Bellamy smirks down at him.

“I think Clarke and I have room for one more.” Bellamy says, changing his smirk to a small smile. He puts out his hand and Murphy looks at him in shock before smiling widely. He takes Bellamy’s hand.

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dancingdeacyy · 3 years

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Celebration night

Okay, I finally wrote something and I actually loved how this turned out. It’s fluffy and I love it.

I hope you enjoy it and don’t forget to share it. If you want to be on the tag list let me know.

Oh and don’t forget there’s a prompt list, I’m taking requests so feel free to ask for smn.

(I know I have a couple of requests, I’m trying to work on them but I finishing uni and I’m still quite busy)

After weeks of hard work, the guys finally finished recording and the new album was being well received, I’m extremely proud of them cause I’ve seen how hard they’ve worked and how much effort they put into it.

Chrissie, Brian’s girlfriend, Mary, Freddie’s girlfriend and Veronica, Deacy’s wife, and I, we decided to throw a celebration party for the guys. It wasn’t a big reunion like Freddie’s favourites, but we planned on wearing fancy dresses and a gourmet menu.

My garden was the right place to do it so we decided to decorate it with some fairy lights and roses. I love planning things with the girls because they have great taste and we have so much fun working together.

Besides, the girls were happy doing it to have a special moment with their boyfriends while I just wanted to give my best friend, Roger, a nice relaxing moment, yes, he is my best friend and I love him, as friends, do friends love each other the way I love Roger? Do friends treat each other the way Roger and I do?

The girls always tease me about dating Roger and how cowards we are and I knew the guys tease Roger too cause “He’s not brave enough to accept his feelings and confess them to me” well, I guess our friends know our feelings better than us.

However, the special night has come and the girls and I were so nervous yet so excited. The food looked delicious and a fancy restaurant had nothing on our cooking skills, cocktails were almost ready and the garden was beautifully decorated, the guys were about to arrive, so we decided to go and get ready.

If we were getting fancy food and the garden looked like it was brought out of a Disney movie, we definitely had to look like princesses. Chrissie helped me find a beautiful black dress, it was so smooth and it fitted me perfectly, my makeup was soft and barely visible but it really made me feel different.

We get ready so fast we actually thought about breaking the world record, the girls looked so pretty we almost start crying about how good we felt and how beautiful we are, and I mentally laughed about it cause if I were alone I would never feel this pretty, but the girls made me feel like that and I’m actually simpin for this confident version of me.

The doorbell rang and brought us back from our daydreaming, saying we were scared was an understatement, we were really nervous and not because of how would the boys react cause, let's be honest, we’re wearing fancy dresses and looking like proper goddesses, they’d love it, we just wanted everything to go as we planned.

As soon as we opened the door, Freddie, Brian and John came running to hug their wives while Roger was looking at me shyly.

“Hey” I said softly, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible.

“You look gorgeous” He said, not even a hello, oh well I can’t complain. “Can I hug you?”

What? My legs were shaking and I needed that hug as soon as possible, I only attempted to nod slowly.

He put his firm hands on my waist and brought me close to his body, his scent was so strong I felt I was getting high on it, and I love that feeling.

“You look great Roger” I said, hiding my face on his neck. He really did look good, an opened white shirt revealing his smooth chest and a pair of leather pants and I’ll just say… his butt looked pretty nice.

“Really? I’m just wearing the first thing I saw in my closet.” He said, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

“That’s not true y/n, he spent hours planning his outfit.” Freddie said teasingly while winking. “He said he wanted to impress you.”

Roger was blushing and he let go from the hug.

“Oh it's alright, I hope my dress impresses him too, cause he certainly impressed me.” I said and went to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of wine. “Want some?”

The girls were looking at me with a knowing smirk and the guys were teasing Roger while he was trying to cover up his reddened cheeks.

The rest of the guys looked really nice too, wearing their fancy suits and while a wide smile plastered on their faces.

“Before you start getting drunk, my dear y/n, we had some words prepared for you” Mary started saying, taking the bottle out of my hands.

We had some words prepared? Really?

“Yeah! Our gorgeous y/n prepared them, right?” Veronica looked at me while giggling and I couldn’t be more confused. Did I write a speech and I completely forgot about it? Roger’s giggles brought me back.

“Oh yeah right!” I said, trying to look confident “It’s quite short, though.”

“Oh stop it, y/n!” Freddie said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Stop being so modest, you give great speeches.”

Yes! Only when I’m extremely drunk.

“Alright boys, we know you’ve worked really hard this last month and we are so proud you’re achieving your dreams.” I started saying, trying to look at each one of them but not being able, my eyes were focused on Roger and how good he looked smiling at me like that. “You are an inspiration and I’ll dare to say, you are our idols, but you are also the loves of our lives… and our best friends.” I quickly added to avoid misunderstandings, but oh how I wish I hadn’t. “You’ve given everything to us, and the least we could do was try to give you something else too, so this is just a small celebration party for you guys.”

Chrissie was pouring the wine on our glasses and we were ready for the toast.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, raise your glasses for Queen!” I said lifting my glass happily.

As soon as the guys lifted it, I looked at Roger who was already smiling at me, I smiled back when he winked at me, oh how much I want to kiss those lips.

“Okay guys, you can get going to the garden, we’ll get the food.” Mary said while pushing Freddie out of the room, the guys followed him but Roger seemed a bit hesitant about going with them.

“Can I have a word with y/n?” He asked shyly, it’s funny how he always seemed so comfortable and confident but when it comes to me he’s so shy and soft.

“Sure Rog, just give us a second while we finish preparing the dishes.” Chrissie said and hurried working on the dish.

My stomach was feeling funny and my legs were shaking, was something wrong? Did I say something inappropriate? My mind was racing. The feeling of Mary’s hand on my shoulder scared me a bit.

“Alright Rog, she’s all yours.” Mary said, grabbing two dishes and going out of the kitchen, the girls followed her but first they winked at me.

I turned to look at Roger, he was already smiling at me. He walked to me, getting closer and closer every time he put his hand on my waist and smiled.

“Hey.” He seemed more confident than a few minutes ago but his voice was still a bit shaky.

“Hey, are you excited?” I asked hoping my voice seemed a bit normal.

“About the dinner or the album?” Geez, he looked so cute when he’s confused, he looked like a puppy.

“Both” I said laughing, I could help but caress his face, my fingers went from his forehead to his cheek and then to his hair. My fingers tangled in it and I could feel his eyes staring at my lips.

“Yeah, mostly about tonight.” He tried to stop looking at my lips, but I saw his tongue poking out of his lips and wetted them. “I wanted to thank you, and tell you how beautiful you look today.”

I could help but blush, his blue eyes were now staring at my eyes.

“Oh it’s nothing, we’re proud and you’ve done so much for us, is the least we can do.” I don’t know where this is going but I’m feeling the famous butterflies.

“Ca- Can I do something else for you?” He said putting his other hand on my cheek and rubbing it with his thumb.

Do you guys know how to breath? Because suddenly I forgot.

I nodded slowly and smiled.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered and I felt his breath so close to my face, his scent filling my nostrils, I put my hand on his neck and smiled.

“Yes, please.”

As soon as I finished talking, Roger lips attacked mine, my body felt numb and my head was spinning, I tangled my fingers on his hair and he hugged me by the waist. My lips were trying to follow his pace, our noses were brushing each other and our chests were so close I’m sure he felt my heart beating out of my chest.

I didn’t want to break the kiss but I was nearly out of breath, my forehead was resting on his and our eyes were still closed, his hands there caressing my back. We were smiling so much our cheeks started to hurt.

“You make me so very happy.” God his voice was so soft and sweet.

“You make me really happy too, Rog” Now our noses were touching each other, his was so soft and pointy, my heart was definitely beating faster now. “Let 's go eat.”

He took my hand and led me to the garden. The guys were focused on their conversation but as soon as Brian saw us he cleared his throat, ending the conversation. They were smiling at us and the guys started whistling when they saw our hands.

Roger opened my chair and I gave him a little kiss on his lips, the girls screamed when they saw it and I started clapping.

We avoided looking at them and started drinking wine, Roger’s hand was now on my thigh tracing circles with his thumb.

“Anything you want to share with us?” Freddie said leaning on the table and placing his head on his hands.

“Well, I just want to say that I hope that kiss means you’re my girlfriend now.” He said, grabbing a piece of food on his fork and leadingit to his mouth, trying to look smooth and charming. “Oh it does, love.” He said and I brought his face close to mine and started kissing him again.

Our friends were cheering in the back and now his lips tasted like wine, I was slowly melting in his arms and I’ve never been happier.

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crimsonbluemoon · 4 years

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Working For Love: A TerrorMoo Story 9/17

LOOK ma I did it! I got it up on Sat! Look at me somehow managing myself. Remember when I used to upload at the same time every week haha where the fuck did that Crim go?? Anyways, enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think!

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Start from the beginning

Brock, contrary to popular belief, liked surprises.

He tended to prefer being the one in control of the surprise, like giving Marcel a birthday party he didn’t know about or showing up to Craig’s job with his favorite muffin and coffee (the unicorn frappuccino, because of course). But being the one surprised could always be nice, too. He certainly got a thrill whenever he stepped onto the scale to see the weight he’d lost over the week, a sensation that used to always be tinged with dread or guilt. Now, twenty pounds smaller, Brock enjoyed looking at his progress, and he added it into the pile of surprises that he did enjoy.

There were some surprises, however, that he didn’t like to think about. So when he opened his twitter to his ex’s ‘single’ status being switched to ‘in a relationship’, the rising feelings that bubbled inside of him were not welcomed. He didn’t give the negative thoughts time to grow before he was snatching the gym clothes off his bed, rushing to the gym. He needed distractions, needed something to shove the feelings down.

He needed Brian.

“Stop that.” He tried to keep the smile off his face when he stared at his reflection in the mirror. The free-weight was getting easier to lift as the days went by, but he still needed to focus on his form. Brian had told him that a good work-out could be ruined by not curling his arms properly, and he didn’t want to put his friend’s lesson to waste. The word friend echoed in his mind, the flash of the earlier status change hitting his chest. It wasn’t welcomed, so he took a slow breath, trying not to let his eyes flicker to the face popping up over his shoulder.

“Nice shirt, muscles.” It was a stupid nickname from Brian, whose arm looked like a cover of health magazine. It was true that Brock had caved to Craig’s pestering and went to get actual work-out clothes, though it took one embarrassing slip of his baggy sweatpants off his hips the week before to agree to it. He’d been thankful that he hadn’t swiped a pair of his older pair of boxers that day, as Nogla and Anthony both confirmed they’d caught more than a peek at what he’d had underneath his waistband. Brian hadn’t been working on the weekend, though he was sure the others told him about the incident.

“You’re distracting,” he muttered, forcing out another huff of concentrated air when curling the bar down for another rep.

“You have no right to say that. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Oh, wait...” The snicker and mischievous grin reflected by his shoulder showed that Brian knew he was being stupid. Brock tried not to blush at the flirtatious remark with a roll of his eyes. The gym was empty, Sunday nights never hosting many members. Brian was there to work-out himself, which Brock had known when making the rash decision to go to the gym that night. Though it was nice to have the support from Brian, it could also be...distracting. The flush he’d been avoiding before started to leak out when his eyes dipped to the collarbone uncovered by Brian’s shirt, lips twitching at the exposed skin. The thoughts he’d been trying to keep hidden in their interactions were growing with each day he got to spend with Brian. Brock hated the clash of shame and desire that mixed through the crevices of his ribcage with each smile and kind word Brian showered over him.

It’s okay. He flirts back with you. This is okay. You are happy. You’re okay. His mind badgered the word into his head, but the mantra felt wrong today.

“I have two more sets, then I’m all yours to bother.” Brock tried to placate Brian’s need for attention with a shaky smile. The strain of him arms was starting to hurt, but he didn’t want to give in yet. Each time he managed to push harder, he felt another piece of himself fit into place. His eyes closed to try and block out Brian’s distracting image behind him, fingers tightening on the bar to pull it up again.

“You’ll be all mine, eh?” The murmured tease was probably meant to make Brock laugh, but the hot air that swept to the side of his ear sent a jolt of heat rushing through Brock’s body. Jerking at the sensation, his fingers released the bar in a panic. The pleasure that twisted in his stomach was suddenly doused with pain, his foot screaming. Brock’s eyes shot open when he hissed, his foot yanking out from the weight now crushing it.

“Shit!” Brock didn’t like to swear in public, but the agony that rushed through his toe was enough for him to forget his manners. Tears rushed to his eyes, and Brock nearly stumbled back to the floor to grab his foot. Instead, he fell back into Brian’s chest, a strong arm quick to wrap around his waist to steady him.

“Brock, you okay?” Concern was nice to hear over teasing, but Brock struggled to focus on the tone with his foot burning like it was. With his teeth clenched, air struggled to get through the gaps when he bore the grimace at the floor.

“I’m...okay.” Which was a lie, since he was sure he couldn’t put any weight on his foot without pain tearing through his leg. He didn’t want to move his toe, and his stomach twisted when realizing he’d probably sprained it. How long would that keep him out of the gym? Why had he let himself be so clumsy?

“Yeah, and Nogla’s the queen of Ireland. Scotty, get me some ice packs and meet me in the locker room!” Brian’s voice showed no room for complaints when he barked the order out behind them.

“I’m not sure I can walk that far right now.” It was embarrassing to admit, but Brock didn’t want to make the injury worse.

“You’re not gonna.” Brian’s arm moved without hesitation, and it took Brock far too long to realize what Brian’s plan was. Panicked, Brock clutched at Brian’s shoulders and shook his head when feeling a warm forearm brush the back of his thighs.

“Yo-you can’t be serious! You can’t lift me, I’m too-”

“You’re perfect.” The serious edge in Brian’s voice drained the life from Brock’s self-deprecation, eyes looking for a fight when they stared down at Brock. “Whatever was going to come outta your mouth was going to be wrong. You aren’t anything but Brock, you got that? And if you think, for some reason, that I’d have any problem with carrying you…”

Brock’s chest expanded with fear and excitement when his legs were swept off the floor with ease, Brian’s arms barely flexing at the additional weight in his grasp. Brock had looped his hands behind the strong neck to help steady himself, but Brian didn’t look bothered by any of it. His gait was steady, body moving with an ease that wouldn’t be possible if it was under extreme strain.

The fact that someone to lift him, could carry him, was both terrifying and amazing. Then again, thinking back while Brian moved them into the locker room, he couldn’t come up with a time that any of his exes had tried. None of them looked at Brock and had the desire to try. Brock had been okay with that, because he was always downplaying the romantic parts of his heart that dreamt of being small enough to be carried like that. But he hadn’t lost that much weight, and Brian had swept him up like it was nothing. Maybe it wasn’t a Brock problem, but an ex problem. Maybe they didn’t trust they’d be strong enough to carry him.

Or maybe he’d never trusted someone not to drop him before Brian.

“Put your leg up on the bench so I can check out your foot.” He was eased down onto the cold metal with enough room to prop his leg up, and Brock followed the command even as he shook his head.

“You don’t have to, I’m sweaty and my foot will-”

“Brock, I will kiss your foot if you don’t shut up.” Brock’s face finally fell victim to the heat he’d been trying to hide when Brian peered up at him from where he knelt, showing how ready he was to follow through with his threat.

“Why would you do that?” He mumbled out, eyes too shy to stay on the honest gaze. They dropped to his lap, where twitchy fingers entangled themselves to keep from pushing Brian’s gentle touch on his ankle away.

“Why does it surprise you that I want to make sure you’re okay?” The question wasn’t accusaroy, but curious as Brian took his time unlacing Brock’s shoe. The slow slide of the shoe and sock filled the silence as Brock’s mind flipped over the question, wondering what answer would be best.

“Because…” His first intuition was to deny the claim, or to point out times that could pass as allowing help. But there was a caring slide to Brian’s palm against his ankle bone when he kept the foot imobile that showed more consideration than a simple gym buddy should have. A second set of tears hit Brock’s eyes as emotion overwhelmed him, the wave of loneliness crashing hard into his chest.

For months, he’d been okay. Everytime someone asked, each time he saw his ex’s name pop up on his social media, every time someone brought up a memory of their relationship or a joke that made him think of their happier times, Brock was okay. That was just how Brock operated. When he wasn’t okay, others worried and were sad, which didn’t help anyone. He was healthier now, growing from the break-up and finding himself. Plus, his ex was a jerk. Brock was “better off without him” and “ready to find the right person” now that he’d moved on. His heart was already so warm with feelings that Brian gave him. So he should be okay, better than okay, because Brock was always okay even when he wasn’t okay. That was who he was supposed to be. The put-together friend that could take everything piled on his shoulders with a smile and a gentle shrug of his shoulders. To show he was okay, to let everyone else be okay, because he was okay okay okay-

But he wasn’t.

“I’m not okay.” The confession was raw in his throat, shoulders hunched forward and eyelids blinking too hard not to show how badly he was trying to keep from crying. The gentle rubbing of Brian’s thumb on his ankle kept him grounded, but he couldn’t look up, fearful of the expression he’d receive. He felt like he was on the treadmill at the highest level, gasping for air that wasn’t ready to show itself. His fingers clutched the fabric of his pants when he closed his eyes, focusing on the circular patterns being drawn on his skin.

“You don’t have to be. I’ll take care of you either way.” Brian’s voice didn’t sound panicked or dismayed at Brock’s breakdown. Brian somehow knew this wasn’t just about the injury, but he didn’t care. He said something nobody else had before him; Brock didn’t have to be okay. A chord that’d been stretched tight in Brock’s spine snapped as he slumped forward, head bowed down to hide the relief he felt at being given permission to crumble. His back shook from the pain in his foot, which was dwarfed by the agony that burst from his chest. The levy he’d held back with music and weigh-ins broke rapidly, and he drowned in it.

Scotty said nothing when he came in with the ice pack, thankfully leaving quickly after. Brian kept quiet, only using soft words to let Brock know what he was doing in regards to Brock’s foot. He let Brock fall apart, let him put himself back together, and figure out how to be actually okay. Even when he walked Brock to his car, satisfied that the toe was simply bruised and not sprained, he did so with care. Because Brian did care, probably more than most before him.

And somehow, Brock wasn’t surprised by that.

Okay this one was a little sadder than the others but its okay because love and stuff! this is a part of healing, is recognizing you’re human with emotions and expressing them appropriately. I hope that you enjoyed this! As always, like, reblog, and let me know what you think!

#Terrormoo #Soft boys #Terroriser #Moo Snuckle #<3 #Crimson drabblez

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pastas-are-creepy · 4 years

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Proxy Camp Counselor Headcanons

Jeff

Doesn't seem to really like the kids at first.

He'd groan if he had to lead an activity for his campers.

Slowly but surely, he starts to warm up to them and eventually starts playing with the campers and whatnot.

The kids seem to like Jeff and enjoy playing around with him.

Before Jeff got warmed up to the kids, he'd be annoyed by any of them crying. He still kind of is annoyed by their crying, but he tries to help them out.

A kid has a crush on another camper? Jeff's gonna be so smug and tease them about it.

He'll also at least try to help the kid confess to their crush, but this man has no idea how to confess to anyone.

During the last day of camp, when the kids started to give one another teary eyed goodbyes, Jeff was a bit upset. He grew attached to the kids and he didn't want to see them go.

He'd give the kids hugs and wave them goodbye when their on the boat ride to the island where their bus is so they could get home.

'There's always next week's kids.' He thought as he proceeded to help the other camp counselors pick things up.

Liu

Unlike his brother, Liu seemed to like the campers and vice versa.

He wouldn't hesitate to play with them, eat with them, and just do camp-y things with the kids.

Liu is a bit of a mother hen when it comes to keeping the kids in check.

"What are you doing?" "Stop that right now." "What do you mean 'why'? You're going to get hurt!"

His voice cracks when he either raises his voice or yells. The kids point it out, which makes this Woods brother blush.

The kids respond with "Yes, Mama Liu." "'Kay, Mum." "Yes, Mother.", or anything along those lines.

Liu isn't sure how to respond to that.

Sully doesn't really mind the kids, as long as they don't piss him or Liu off.

Sully gives the kids terrible advice, and will laugh if the kids act on it, making Liu screech. Here comes Mama Liu again!

He likes telling the kids scary stories and will ever so slightly chuckle when he scares them. This leads Liu to apologize profusely for Sully scaring the kids.

If a kid in crying when Liu is fronting, he'll do anything and everything he can to help the kid.

If a kid is crying when Sully is in control, he wouldn't want to deal with it, but will if he has to.

A kiddo has a crush on someone? You bet Liu is going to think of ways to help them confess to the other kid.

Sully, like Jeff, would be smug about it and would tease the kid.

Last day of camp? Liu will have the idea of creating shirts for the campers with the camp logo printed on it. Just as a little momento.

The kids would sign one another's shirts, as would the counselors.

Sully would give the kids one last piece of terrible advice.

"Remember, eat ass, smoke grass, and sled fast."

"SULLY, NO-"

A sad smile would spread across Liu's face as he waves the kids off, a sigh coming from him. He then proceeds to help the other counselors clean up, his mind pondering about the next week's group of kids.

Eyeless Jack

Jack isn't sure how to approach the kids. He's fairly introverted and quiet, ad he's usually reading.

He may be a counselor, but he also doubles as a nurse to lend Nurse Ann a hand. That, and this boy reads a lot about anatomy.

If the kids are on Free Time, some of them will join Jack under a tree, wanting to read with him. Jack doesn't know what to say at first.

And a minute or two...

"Do you see this? This is your femur."

"Ooo!"

This guy will try not to crack a smile at the kids' interest, but there's always that one little smile that he'll show. The kids point it out immediately. Jack will try to deny the fact that he was smiling while in fact, he was.

The shy and quiet kids enjoy spending time with him and possibly bring their own books to read alongside Jack.

He sleeps in on the top bunk bed with another counselor (Helen) sleeps on the bottom. The campers in this cabin sleeo in their respective bunk beds.

If a kid cries, Jack will walk/sprint over and ask what happened. He will take a kid to the nurse's office if they got hurt . If its something else, Jack will talk to the kid(s) and see if there's a resolution to this.

Two kids secretly like each other? Jack's not so sure about how he could help with that, so he gets Liu to help the kid instead.

The last day of camp comes in sooner than he thought. He decided to help Liu with the shirts and signed them with the kids.

Did Jack get close with a few kids? Yep, and now they were leaving. It gave his heart a squeeze.

He gave the kids hugs, saying goodbye to them and watching the boat drive them away.

A sigh comes from Jack as he then turns around to clean up around the island the camp was on.

Bloody Painter/Helen

Like EJ, Helen isn't so sure how to talk to the kids at first either. So, the kids walk up and talk to him first.

Helen is a quiet person so he doesn't say much to the kids. He kind of wants to just draw or paint.

The Arts and Crafts building is where he usually hangs out, and doesn't expect any kids to come there at Activity Time. He thinks that the kids would find it boring.

When the kids to come over, Helen tries to hide his surprise. The kids seriously wanted to learn how to do art? It made him a little happy.

Helen handed out paper, paintbrushes, and paint to the kids, the ravenette wanting to paint with them. "Go crazy." He'd tell the group of kids before beginning to paint.

A few kids would ask him what he was painting, the male showing the kids and chuckling when they asked how he could paint like that.

"Practice. You'll never get better unless you practice."

One day in camp, he made a paintable banner for the kids to paint on. It had the camp's name on it and it needed color.

Everything was going smoothly, until the kids started flinging paint everywhere. They were wearing smocks so paint didn't get paint on them.

Helen watched the kids, a small smile on his face as he shook his head. He'd stop them, but the kids were having too much fun.

Once the banner was finished, the black haired male brought the banner inside the Arts and Crafts building to dry, then lead the kids to the beach to wash the paint off of their skin.

The paint came off easily, but now the kids were goofing around, splashing each other. A couple kids splashed Helen, a playful glare coming from the quiet male as he splashed them in return.

Oh look, it was a massive splash fight. And everyone was getting wet.

If a kid had feelings for someone, Helen would try to give the camper advice and even allowed them to make a card to secretly drop off to their love interest.

It's the last day of camp, and Helen is obviously sad to see the kids go. He was having fun with them this week.

He signed kids shirts if they asked him to, the kid hugging the counselor after. Helen ruffled the kid's hair, a sad, soft smile on his face.

As the other counselors waved to the kids, Helen walked into Arts and Crafts building, picked up the now laminated banner and hung it up.

The kids saw it, and cheered from the boat, waving to Helen, who stood up on a large rock and waved back with a smile.

"See you next summer..!"

Masky/Tim

Tim wasn't sure if the kids would like him. He wasn't really experienced with kids- but was anyone here? No, it was all of their first times.

As the kids arrived, a few kids eagerly ran over to him, greeted Tim happily. Not wanting to shoo them away, he greeted them in return, the male smiling a little.

He's pretty much the father of the camp. He worries for the campers' safety if they try to do something risky. Tim doesn't raise his voice as much as Liu does.

"Hey, kiddo. I know you're all cool and all, but can you get down in case you get hurt?"

He takes his group of kids for hikes in the woods, and even took them camping with Brian and Toby one night.

The kids look up to him as a father figure. He's used to Toby looking up to him, but the kids looking up at him was rather different.

"... Don't look at me that way."

"You're my dad! Boogie Woogie Woogie!"

He shares a bunk bed with Brian, who the kids who sleep in the cabin with them call Cabin Mom.

When it comes to organizing camp activities for every camper to do together, it starts of as planned then becomes chaotic.

What happened when Tim tried to organize a massive scavenger hunt?

Jeff, Sully, and a few kids were chasing the others around with snakes wrapped around a stick

The snakes are alive and well. Don't worry.

Tim just sighed and watched it all go down, laughing with a few counselors when Liu fronted and screamed when he saw that Sully had made Liu's body hold a stick with a live snake on it.

The kids want a camp pet? Tim just calls Toby over to hang out with the kids. It just end up with Toby clinging to Tim like a kid.

If a camper in his cabin has a nightmare and wants to sleep with him, he'll allow it, and will make room for the kid to sleep next to him.

Every morning, Tim and Brian walk out of their cabin with children clinging to them.

When the last day of camp arrives, Tim is bombarded with hugs from kids, who say that they don't want to leave. Tim is sad that the kids have to go as well. He actually felt like a father figure to the kids.

He signs the kids shirts, talking to them one last time and saying goodbye to them. He's really going to miss the kids, but was actually a little excited for next week's batch of kids.

Tim waved the kids off when they got on the boat, resting an arm on Brian's shoulder after. He's really gonna miss those kids, but he hopes to see them next summer.

Hoodie/Brian

Brian had mixed feelings about meeting the campers for the first time. As said before, this was everyone's first time dealing with actual kids at a summer camp.

When actually talking to the kids, he listened to them introduce themselves before he introduced himself. They seemed like good kids in his eyes.

He and Tim are a duo. They organize camp activities together, they plan games together, they practically do everything there together.

Brian had ran away from Sully when he chased him around with a snake. Yeahhh, Brian didn't enjoy that.

It was all Brian's idea to go camping with Tim, Toby, and the kids that were Brian and Tim's cabin. That night was a little chaotic, as the kids and Toby were playing hide and seek.

Brian was persuaded to play.

He got stuck in a hole while playing. Don't ask how.

The kids had to help him out of there.

A few kids came out to Brian one day at camp. There were three gay boys, a trans boy, an asexual girl, and a nonbinary person. He appreciated that the kids felt comfortable to tell him this and supported these kids.

If a kid had feelings for someone, Brian would help the kid confess to their love interest in any way he could. He wasn't a love guru or anything, but he wanted to help.

The last day of camp came and, like Tim, he was sad to see the kids go. He hopec that the kids had a good time at camp though.

As he signed the kids shirts, he'd ask if they had fun, which was answered by a bunch of "yes"'s. A smile would work it's way onto Brian's face, glad that they had fun.

As the boat drove away, Brian waved back, a smile still on his face. He felt Tim place his arm on his shoulder, that smile of his still there.

Toby

Toby was really excited to meet the kids when summer camp season rolled around.

Then COVID hit, making Toby sad

I'm kidding!!

The kids shared the same excitement Toby had when they greeted one another. He was bombarded with hugs, which made the male happier.

There were a couple kids there with tourette's as well, whom Toby related with. He didn't want these kids to be bullied like he used to, so he was quite protective of these kids.

When the group is being quiet during lunch in the mess hall, Toby will get up, stand in front of everyone to try to get them up and happy.

His tics started going off, his voice going higher and just funny. They were his funny tics, and the kids loved them.

How did that happen? Well, he tried telling a story about a girl named Emily.

"H-ello, I am Em-ily."

His voice went higher and his tics were just starting to be funny. One of his tics was a one handed dab.

"I cook an egg with a sp-oon."

Toby wasn't really sure why the kids, and some counselors, were laughing at first before realizing why. He had to admit, these tics were funny to him too.

"She cooked an egg with a spoon?" EJ asked, stifling a laugh.

"Fall in love with me! Em-il-y."

The story was getting all jumbled up and was hard to tell if Toby was telling a story or not. Toby, along with the kids and counselors were laughing.

When it comes to love advice, Toby isn't the best at it. So, he tries to be a wingman for a camper.

Yeah, he wasn't the best at that. He was trying his best and that was all that mattered.

Once the kids got together, Toby would be proud of the two kids and himself. He was glad that the two kids were happy.

Toby insists that everyone has waffles. He even gets the kids he sits with at a table to slam their hands on the table to the tune of "We Will Rock You" by Queen.

"We want, we want, waffles! Waffles!"

The other kids began to join them, along with Liu and surprisingly, Jeff.

Toby loves creating forts in his cabin with his campers and they all fall asleep in it.

When the last day of camp rolls around, Toby is just as sad as the campers. He looks like he's about to cry.

He signs the kids shirts, having a happy conversation with the kids once last time. He wants to see the kids happy on their last day, not sad.

Toby waves the kids away tearfully, the Male wondering what next week's kids will be like in the process.

#creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby #creepypastas #Creepypasta summer camp #hoodie #Masky #homicidal liu #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #bloody painter #why do i love summer camp aus?

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liliah39 · 4 years

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Unforgettable (Roger Taylor x Reader Oneshot)

Warnings: None! Talk of sex, bad words, but really just loads of fluff.

Word count: 4K

Plot: This is based off of @yourlocalmusicalprostitute ‘s request which read “Plz give me bad-ass hard to tie down reader that Roger cant help but chase after cause he likes a challenge” which then inspired me to write this based off of the song Unforgettable by Nat King Cole, so give that a listen while reading. -C

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June, 1975

“Unforgettable, that’s what you are,”

The song played on a loop each time he saw you.

Each time he thought of you.

So basically every minute of every day.

But this time, sitting in the lounge of the bar in the early hours of the morning with his band mates, all of them too exhausted to get up and move from their show just hours before and a couple of days of partying, so the four of them just sat in the cushioned, velvet booth, silently enjoying their drinks. Roger had zoned off when he saw you leave with some guy you’d been talking to all night.

Again.

And now he was fantasizing, thinking of that song.

Your song.

He knew it was never going to happen; you were always onto the next thing, not an easy one to catch. But still, the thought of it was nice. Made him smile.

“Roger!” Freddie yelled, snapping a finger in his face as he was reeled back to reality.

“So… who’s got your mind this time?” Brian teased.

“Oh shove off guys,” Roger blushed.

“Who is she?” John egged on.

“ ‘C’mon, Roger.” Freddie started. “Nothing to be ashamed of. Who’s the lucky lady? There’s a new one every night?” His question send the other two into a spiral of laughter.

“It’s not like that,” Roger said, attempting to hide his blush.

“Then what’s it like, mate?” Brian pressed.

“It’s Y/N, okay?”

“Again?”

Roger nodded.

“God, Rog,” John added, “you bring her up like-“

“Yeah, every week, John. I know.” Roger sighed.

“Darling, you’ve got to say something soon. Why haven’t you? You’re desirable?” Freddie said.

“Because It’s Y/N. She’s… untouchable.”

“Um, you’re a rock star, Rog.” Brian said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I know, I know. But she’s rich, her daddy’s got money. She does what she wants, when she wants to.”

“But Darling, we’ve been friends with her since college. The two of you especially.” Freddie smiled.

“I know.”

“And she follows us around because you told he she could.”

“Because she wanted to,” Roger corrected. “And I wanted to see her all the time. But it’s been how long, three months now we’ve seen her go off with a different guy every night? And I’ve been that guy how many times?”

Silence.

“Exactly. None. It’s getting exhausting.”

“So, why don’t you just tell her how you feel, Roger? That’s what I did with Veronica, and you’ve got much more confidence than I ever will.” John admitted.

“I- I can’t. Not when it comes to her.” Roger sighed. “You know what guys, I’m exhausted. I’m gonna go back to my room.” He moped.

“Hey mate,” Brian said, grabbing his arm as he walked past him. “Just think; just two more weeks until the tour is over. Then you can get out of this funk.” He smiled sympathetically.

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As Roger boarded the elevator, he couldn’t help but think of you. Think that you were in the same building, on the same floor his room was on.

It drove him crazy.

As he walked down the hall to his room, he stopped for a moment, gazing down one door and across the hall to your room, considering knocking; catching you in the middle of the act with the bloke who you’d been seducing all night in efforts to take a hit at your reigning ego, but in retrospect, what would it all be for? To improve his own state of mind?

With a groan of frustration he un-locked his door and stripped to his boxers, shutting off the lights and flopping onto his bed.

In the darkness, his mind wandered as he found himself too hopelessly enamored with you to fall asleep. He wasn’t one to fall head over heels for someone, it was usually quite the opposite. Girls always fell head over heels for him, all except for one girl.

You.

It drove him mad, but some part of him couldn’t get himself to stop chasing you. To stop saying yes to everything you asked for. Maybe he liked the chase, the fact that you didn’t want him made him want you more.

Or did you want him?

At this point, he wasn’t sure anymore. It was all so confusing. Every morning, Roger woke up to a knock at the door, you, in your 1920’s night robe, coming to give him a back massage. It made every day worth getting out of bed. The ‘20’s robe suited you; you always had given off a sort of modern day flapper vibe, you know, hard to tie down, just looking to have fun, pretty, naive but seductive. All of it.

The back massages confused Roger, it was like you were his in the morning, but at night you were a free bird, trying to catch another new breath of wind for the night, yet in the mornings you always came back. Maybe that was why he also had so many one night stands, to mimic you. Show that he was just as free willed. Or maybe it was to forget you, to prove to himself that he could move on from you.

But he never could.

In all honesty, he hated one night stands. The king of one night stands hated them, all because he only had one girl on his mind.

His mind couldn’t help but drift to the image of you as he groaned in disbelief of his unfortunate position. There wasn’t one thing he could think of that he disliked about you. He loved your body; had been craving it for years now. Your face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on, your hair like perfectly spun silk, always effortlessly framing your face. He loved the way you dressed, it looked vintage, and classy, yet undoubtedly sexy. You knew what you were doing with your sheer tops and skirts that were custom hemmed almost too short. The only way he could think to describe your style was classy (but not too classy) rocker.

He glanced at the alarm clock, realizing he’d been fantasizing about you for a full hour without any glimpse of sleep in his near future, so he got out of bed and put on a pair of pants and decided to go for a walk.

When he opened the door to his room, he glanced down the hallway toward yours, realizing the door was left open, immediately worried for your well being, so he rushed over, and didn’t see anyone in the main foyer of your room, so walked in. He walked into the bedroom, mind panicking as he saw no trace of you and noticed there was no light on in the bathroom, until he felt a burst of wind, jumping from the ruffle of the large white curtain which covered the sliding glass door. He turned to the balcony to see your silhouette leaning against the railing in your sheer, 1920’s robe, figure completely illuminated by the moonlight as the wind blew your hair back. He stepped closer, knocking at the glass door to announce his presence, which made you jump in surprise, eyes immediately flicking open.

“Sorry, Love. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled, walking on the balcony as you pulled him into a tight embrace.

You let out a breath of relief that it was just your friend, his sudden appearance knocking you out of your trance like state. “Thank god it’s you,” you smiled. “I was just enjoying the night. Come with me.” You said, grabbing his hand as you pulled him to the edge of the balcony.

Then, as you turned, he felt something small and hard brush his chest and looked down, the moonlight illuminating your breasts as you turned. You didn’t have anything on underneath your robe.

Anything.

Not even panties.

His breath hitched in his throat; he’d never seen you nude before. You always had a nightgown on when you’d come to his room in the morning.

“What are you doing up so late, Roger?” You asked as you looked at him. Your words snapped him from his trance as you admired his moonlit beauty.

“Oh, uh- just couldn’t sleep.” He tried to avoid to keep his hungry eyes off you, yet couldn’t help himself. “Say, why was your door wide open? I shut it behind me.”

“Oh,” you said, letting out an airy laugh. “I was bored. Just wanted to see who’d come in. I didn’t think anyone would, yet sure enough, look who came. Guess I was kind of hoping you would.” You laughed.

You hoped he would?

“Well, you shouldn’t leave the door open like that, Y/N,” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s dangerous, Love. If something happened to you while on tour I think your dad would have my head.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You smiled. “I’ll be more careful next time, promise.” you said, creeping on your tip toes to peck a kiss on his cheek, breasts bouncing as you feel back down.

“You said you hoped it was me, Y/N. Why?”

“Been wanting to talk to you. You seem like you always have something on your mind, it’s like you don’t want to be around me anymore. What’s up with you?”

Wow, you couldn’t be more wrong, he thought.

“Oh, course I wanna be around you, Y/N. Think I’m just sad that the tour is ending.” He lied, thankful that it seemed believable. You seemed to accept his answer, but tentatively. You could still tell there was something up with him, but decided not to press; leaving the two of you in silence as you appreciated the beauty of the night.

“Oh.” You said with a simple pucker of your lips as you shaded your eyes from him. You could tell it was something more. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment. “Then why don’t you look at me? Why do you shy away from me? Avoid me? It’s like you don’t even want to think about me anymore, Roger.”

“Believe me, Y/N, I think about you all the time.” he muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he blushed.

“No, say what you said again. I’ve gotta make sure I heard you correctly.”

He let out a breath of air, “I said I think about you all the time, Y/N.”

“Then what’s with you?”

“What’s with me?” He scoffed. “I’m not the one taking a different guy to my room every night, I think I should be asking you the same question, Love.”

“That’s what this is about?” His look away from you seemed to confirm your question, so you continued. “I kept going, you know, bringing more and more guys back with me because I thought you didn’t care. Wanted to catch your attention.” You admitted.

“You what?”

You nodded your head. “I didn’t even do anything with the guy I left with tonight; most of the time I never actually do. Just make sure you see me leave with someone. ‘Course I’ve had a couple of one night stands throughout the tour, but not nearly as many as you have. Guess I figured I’d just keep leaving with guys until you noticed.”

“Let me get this straight. You’ve been faking having one night stands every night just to try to get my attention?”

You nodded with a giggle, “Guess it didn’t work very well.”

“Why me, Y/N?”

“I’ve liked you for quite some time now, Rog. Just didn’t know how to tell you, so I guess I tried to make you jealous instead?” You tentatively admitted earning a groan from Roger as he rested his elbows on the railing, fingers brushing through his hair as he hung his head in his hands.

“You must be joking,”

You shook your head.

“Do you realize I’m absolutely fucking mad about you?”

“You are?!?”

“Oh my god,” he muttered. “I’ve been avoiding you because I thought you were happy with your one night stands every night and just couldn’t handle it anymore. Now it turns out your one night stands aren’t even one night stands, and I-”

You cut him off with a kiss, shocking him slightly until he ultimately softened into it, the two of you making out on the deck as you each learned of your new found love for one another.

“It’s about time this happened,” you smiled when you both pulled away for a second. You’d never seen him smiling bigger as he pulled away for a moment.

“You can say that again,” he smiled back as he brought a hand up to your jaw, his other hand roaming along your body. Your arms settled around his neck as he scooped you into his arms and carried you inside to the bed, your robe falling open. He looked down with a satisfied smile, his eyes looking up at you lovingly. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Love.”

“Then don’t.” You smiled, connecting your lips with his once more.

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As the tour came to an end, you and Roger grew closer, his arm subtly sneaking around your waist at the after parties, the two of you gazing across the bar to one another silently signaling you were ready to go back to one of your rooms for the night. There weren’t many nights you didn’t sleep together, but there were some.

Some that you left with other guys very early in the night, but you’d always come back to the bar and get Roger in a couple hours. It confused him; what did that mean for the two of you? Did that mean that you weren’t exclusive? And what would you do with those guys? What was their purpose? Roger never explicitly asked you; simply just happy that he now could spend time with you romantically, but it confused and slightly upset him nonetheless.

The week following the conclusion of the tour left the two of you out of contact; Roger assuming that his shot with you was over, until one day an envelope addressed to him with your name on it came to his house. It was an invitation to a Roaring ‘20’s themed party, one he knew would be just as grandiose as those which Freddie threw ever so often. He had a week to decide if he’d be going, and though a part of him wanted to call you immediately and say he’d be there, something held him back.

Jealousy.

Jealousy because he thought you were deciding to keep your romantic life open.

A couple hours later while Roger was still overly contemplating the invitation to your party, he was pleasantly surprised to receive a call from his good friend and band mate Freddie.

“Hello, Darling.”

“Hi, Fred.”

“What’re you wearing Saturday?”

Roger stuttered to find an answer to his friends’ abrupt question.

“You’re going, aren’t you?”

“Well,” he trailed off.

“Roger,” Freddie scolded, “you must!”

“But I’m afraid she’s seeing other guys; that we have an open relationship. I just don’t want to put myself through all that again. I’ve been chasing her for too long.”

“Well you’ll never know if you don’t go, now will you Roger?”

Roger paused a moment before responding, knowing Freddie was right, but partially just not wanting to admit it.

“Yeah; I guess so.”

“That’s my Roger. Now get your fucking confidence up, Darling and get your girl!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Though partially due to Freddie’s everlasting perseverance, Roger did end up deciding to go to your party on Friday. All four of Queen’s men arrived in a limo to your mansion together, the party already bustling outdoors, completely assuming the appearance of an authentic Gatsby party. Roger’s suit looked authentic to the time period, only helping to further accentuate his natural beauty. As they all walked in together, they were handed glasses of champagne and ushered into the large ballroom where the party was being hosted, Roger eagerly looking for you, but not being able to locate you in the ever growing sea of people.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You purposely waited to make your debut until all of Queen had gotten to your party, partially so you could have your true, authentic friends to surround yourself with instead of having to make fake conversation with people you only half knew, but you also wanted to be able to make a grand entrance to impress Roger. You’d admit it; you liked to have fun, but in the last week you’d missed Roger being at your side, and decided you were ready to take a step forward in your relationship.

You looked down at your outfit once more and took a glance in the mirror, slightly adjusting your necklace before sending a butler down to the Jazz band to have them start their music for your introduction. You had a blush pink silk gown custom made just for the event which you paired with a huge, extremely glamorous and 1920’s themed pink feather shawl, pink silk gloves of the same material as your dress, a large diamond ring and a thick diamond collar. You heard the introduction start as you stepped out onto the stairs, grabbing a microphone to talk to your guests as you cascaded down the stairs.

“Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for coming! I’ve been on tour with the boys, and I missed you all so much that I just had to throw a party!” Everyone cheered. “Now Darlings, Darlings,” you laughed, “all the drinks are on me tonight, so everyone grab a flute of champagne, and let’s get fucking wasted!” You screamed, raising your opposite hand of champagne in the air as everyone hooted and hollered, a DJ taking over the music.

As you reached the base of the stairs, you felt an arm grab your wrist, turning to find Roger surrounded by his band mates.

“Hello, boys”! You smiled, pulling them in for a tight embrace. “I’m so glad you all could make it!” The other three made small talk with you, but Roger just stood there awkwardly, still holding onto your wrist as he stumbled to find words to say to you.

“Did you, um, want to say something, Rog?”

“Oh, yeah,” he stuttered, snapping back to reality and awkwardly removing his hand from your wrist, instead using it to pretend to fix his suit jacket. The your of you looked at him expectantly, Brian shoving him in his shoulder in efforts to push the words out of him. “I, uh, just wanted tell you that you look freat- uh I mean grantastic, uh,” he sighed as he shook his head in disbelief at his awkwardness around you.

Freddie looked at him in disbelief as Deaky raised his hand to his mouth to try to conceal his laughter. Brian looked between the two of you in efforts of mending his friends dignity a tad. “Y/N,”Brian chuckled, “I think he meant to say you look fantastic, right, Roger?”

Roger nodded in response as he tried to avoid your glistening eyes.

“Well thanks, Rog.” You smiled. “All of you look fantastic as well. I’ve gotta go say hi to more guests, but I’ll catch up with you guys later.” You winked as you floated off into the sea of people, the three of them glaring at Roger with wide eyes.

“I know, I know! I can’t believe how much of an idiot I just was either.” He sighed.

“Darling, you’ve gotta stop with all this insecure bullshit!” Freddie said with a drink of champagne. “Be the Roger Taylor you are in the magazines, the Roger Taylor you are with every single other girl. She’ll have no chance at resisting you then, Dear.”

“I must say though,” Deaky added, “I’m usually the awkward one with girls, so seeing you be awkward with a girl is quite rewarding, I must admit.”

“Oh shove off. Fred, that’s the thing though, I can’t be like I am with other girls with her. I try, and then I make a fool out of myself. You saw what just happened!”

“Then what is it, Rog?” Brian interjected. “Is she different because she’s the first one you actually had feelings for.”

“Somethin’ like that. Yeah.”

“She has feelings for you too, mate. You’ve got this. We’re gonna help, and you’ll have her by the end of the night.”

~~~~~~~~~~

After some slight planning and a couple of beers, the boys split up to unfold their plan. Roger stood at the edge of the bar, concealing a microphone in his jacket as he watched Freddie and Brian talk to you on the other side of the room. John paid the DJ to stop playing for a little bit and requested that the jazz band played a song for Roger to make his move.

Roger’s song to you.

As Roger took a deep breath, he saw John wink at him; the band starting the first chord of the introduction to the song, giving him ample time to speak.

He clicked on the microphone.

This is it.

“Y/N, Love,” he said, silencing the crowd. Everyone separated to watch the two of you, creating a clear pathway from him to you as Freddie pushed your forward. “I think I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now, and just can’t shake it, no matter how hard I try. So, I’d like to ask you to share this dance with me, Sweetheart, because ever since I met you all those years ago, this has always been the song that makes me think of you.” The crowd awed as the two of you joined in the center of the floor, the singer starring perfectly on cue.

“Unforgettable

That's what you are

Unforgettable

Tho' near or far”

“Roger,” you blushed. “This is so perfect.”

And it all was, you looked like a dream. He’d never been so awe stricken in his life.

“It’s true, Love. You’re completely unforgettable.”

“Like a song of love that clings to me

How the thought of you does things to me

Never before has someone been more

Unforgettable in every way”

The two of you swept across the dance floor effortlessly; a childlike smile never leaving your faces. Roger softly sang the lyrics in your ear, his strong meaning behind them prevalent.

“I didn’t know you were such a softie, Roger.” You giggled.

“Only for you, Love.”

“I think I like this side of you,” you smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“And forever more, that's how you'll stay

That's why darling it's incredible

That someone so unforgettable

Thinks that I am unforgettable too”

The song slowed to an end as the two of you stopped dancing in the centre of the floor. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, foreheads touching. Roger froze, unsure of how you felt.

Unsure of what to do next.

“That song is very true, Rog.” You whispered.

“Huh?”

“I think you’re unforgettable, too.” You smiled.

“So does that mean, you know?” He blushed.

“That I’m your girlfriend?”

He nodded.

“I thought you’d never ask.” you smirked, pressing your lips to his, the kiss passionate, yet full of love. The crowd roared in cheers for the two of you as Roger dipped you, the two of you giggling.

“I love you, Rog,” you said as he lifted you back up.

“I’ve waited to hear you say that for too long.” He sighed, rubbing his nose with yours and making you giggle.

“Well, now I’m all yours.” You said as you brought your lips to his once more.

This moment was to be one of many unforgettable ones to come with Roger, and even five years later on your wedding night, you recreated this very moment, dancing to the same exact song, making that unforgettable too.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! This one makes me so soft. I love it. Keep sending in one shot requests! I’ll answer them all! As Always, Please excuse typos. Thanks for reading! -C

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izzy-b-hands · 3 years

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Take A Picture

A bit of Tim/Brian during the Smile years, with just a hint of poly!Smile (Tim/Bri/Rog) as well (to the surprise of no one, I’m sure.) Inspired by this picture: https://aboutthatmelancholystorm.tumblr.com/post/638509013423783936 which was brought up on the DL discord server with mentions of a fic needing to be written inspired by it...so here we are lol.

We get smutty in this, but there’s also my usual dashes of Emotions for extra flavor.

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

"This isn't the weirdest place we've taken a photo at," Tim says, as he clambers past the more rusted bathtub and into the slightly bigger one beside it. "It's on the list maybe, but it isn't the weirdest."

"I'm in a bath, Tim," Brian sighs, and folds himself in after him. "At the least, this should be high up on that list."

"We could get weirder," Tim teases. "More experimental." "I'm not taking my shirt off," Brian sounds like he's joking, but that doesn't stop Tim from blushing, turning away to fake inspection of the bath before Brian can see him.

"You're so damned buttoned up, how would you get it off?" Roger calls from behind the camera. "Will you two sit down and get comfortable already?"

"Right, comfortable in the tub that might give us tetanus," Brian shouts back. "Sorry, let me just recline like a model for you!"

"I don't care how you pose, just hurry it up!" Roger sighs. "I need a break from this." "You just want pictures taken of you," Tim says. "We'll get to you as well, Rog."

Roger grins, and it's always lovely to see. The mentality isn't dissimilar to 'if mother isn't happy, then no one is happy.' So long as Roger can be kept smiling, then the day will be an easier one, with a happy Rog to keep their spirits up.

"Alright, that looks like something," Roger says. "Smile!"

"Hang on!" Brian looks utterly frustrated, trying to fumble his way into a comfortable position. "This wasn't made for someone of my height!" "I'm cozy," Tim teases. "Stretch out some, there's room by me."

As soon as he says it, he realizes he's stepping close to That Line again. The one he and Brian dance around, but have never fully stepped over.

The one that makes them both blush far too easily around each other, that makes it hard to focus when they touch even the slightest bit. And it didn't always feel that way, at least not so strongly.

The line is headed for a breaking point, he knows. Brian manages a quick, slightly silly smile as Roger takes the picture, but he sighs as soon as Roger moves back from them.

"Aw," Roger smiles. "You both look lovely! Shall I scout ahead for other spots while you extricate yourselves?"

"That'll be fine, yeah," Brian responds, his shoes slipping as he tries to climb back out of the tub, bringing to mind a wet cat hoping to escape a bath.

"Let me help," Tim offers, ignoring the way heat flushes his body as he reaches for Brian. "You'll hurt yourself." "I will not," Brian fusses, but he takes Tim's hand as support to push him back out.

The tub, however, has other plans, and before either of them can do anything else, they're back in the tub, slipped down into it, with Brian on top of Tim.

It's a cacophony of limbs, but Tim finds he can't focus much on that.

Not with Brian's thigh in between his legs, hair soft as his head rests on Tim's shoulder, and his chest heaving, probably as much from the fall as the physical contact. "You okay?" Tim finally manages a moment later, forcing himself to say something, as he fights to remind his body that there can be no reaction to this, none.

"Um," Brian says slowly. "I...I don't think I can get up."

He's about to ask Brian what hurts, until he presses his hip up closer to Brian's, and it's apparent as to why Brian would rather not get out of the tub and go wandering the neighborhood. The Line is there in front of them, and very real, and then it's gone with Brian's lips on his.

Just for moment, before Brian lifts his head, and his eyes are wide.

"Why did you stop?" Tim asks, ignoring the wavering of his voice. "Roger won't be back for another minute at least."

It's Brian's turn to blush now, but a smile comes with it. "I don't think that's enough time."

And of all the things he expected to hear next, Brian attempting something like seduction was not it.

But he likes it. "Maybe we cut the photo session short," he swallows hard, focusing on controlling himself, even as Brian teases, tempts, hips grinding down just a touch to make them both shiver. "Tell Rog we need a lunch break. Then later today we can meet up, finish it, get some pictures of all of us?"

He expects a verbal answer from Brian, but he doesn't mind that he gets a kiss instead, longer this time, with more heat behind it.

He doesn't know where they'll go for their 'lunch break.' There isn't really a good spot that comes to mind.

But Tim knows he's willing to use the van if they must, so long as it keeps Brian close, and keeps that line permanently erased.

---

"Tell me this doesn't mean anything."

"What?" Tim can't help but sound as heartbroken as he feels, shirt off, trousers undone, Brian's hand still down the front of his pants, fingers reaching for his cock as they lay in the back of the van.

"Just...I feel bad," Brian mutters.

Tim gently extricates Brian's hand from his pants, and motions for Brian to get off of him.

This is it then. Only a fling, like every other boy he's fumbled with in the back of a van, in the dark room of a cold flat, colder in the morning when he's gone without so much as a note. "You aren't the first, and you won't be the last," Tim sighs. "But I'm used to it. So if you're still game, I am."

Brian is adorably befuddled, wearing it like a confused puppy. "What are you talking about?"

"How this means nothing, and you never do this sort of thing, and this doesn't make you..." Tim falters in repeating everything the other guys have told him in the past. He shouldn't be hurt by it anymore. But he is.

"No, I was-" Brian stutters. "I mean...does this mean something to you? Because it means a lot to me and everyone talks about how this shouldn't mean anything, it's just fun, and-" "You are a gorgeous idiot," Tim sighs. "And I'm an okay idiot, I think."

"Don't know what you mean by all this," Brian smiles softly. "But I do know you're more than okay."

And he's not sure he's blushed so bright or so hot before, and it would be Brian to make him do that, wouldn't it?

"I mean, I was sat here, sure you were telling me this didn't mean shit to you," Tim continues. "And that you just wanted to get off and go." "We are on a time crunch," Brian admits, with a peek to his watch, set so delicately on that thin wrist. "How long do you think it'll take Rog to eat a sandwich and a biscuit?"

"Not long enough," Tim replies, his heart pounding away louder than Rog on the drums (and that is frankly fucking loud.) "Maybe...I know I already cut us short, but we could pause this, finish the photo session with Rog, and you could come back to..."

He trails off without meaning to, his voice just simply gives out on him, nerves screaming at him that this is too much, Brian won't say yes.

"Yours? Yeah," Brian smiles but he's clearly nervous, and Tim has never been so happy to see Brian nervous before. "Good," Tim smiles and peers out the window. "We should dress; he's nearly here."

"We told him to take his time!"

"Yeah, but he was hungry," Tim reminds Brian. "As it is, we'll have to eat on the run."

But he doesn't really mind that. There are worse things in the world, and he's not so worried about his stomach right now as he fumbles to redress.

---

Roger is grinning like a cat with a canary. "I knew it."

"Roger," Brian scolds, but there's no heat behind it. "Please don't tease."

"No, I think you two can do plenty of that to each other without my help," Roger giggles. "Finally. You've lost me a bet with Bulsara though. I gave you another week before you'd break and one of you would make a move; he had estimated sometime in the last week or this one." "We'll make it up to you," Tim remarks dryly. His cock is already half hard again at the thought of finally getting decent time alone with Brian, and they've been stood talking in the street outside his flat for nearly a half hour. Love Rog as he might (and he does), but good god he can't wait any fucking longer.

"I'm sure you will," Roger laughs. "Go have fun then. Be safe, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"What would you do?" Brian and Tim ask together, and there's no hiding the shock in their voice (Roger's never mentioned interest in any lads.)

But his tongue laps for a quick second at his lower lip, and he smirks prettily. "Wouldn't you two like to know?" He waves and then he's off, leaving them both in a silent consideration.

"If he means it," Brian begins slowly. "And if we both want it, there are other nights."

"Indeed there are," Tim says, though his mind is racing with ideas now. Of nights with him in Brian's lap and Roger in his and noise complaints from the neighbors that he'd be almost proud of.

"But tonight, though," Brian stammers. "I don't have keys to your flat. Of course I don't, but I mean we want to be inside it, not out here, and you haven't got out your keys, and-" Tim takes Brian's hand and pulls him to the door front door, slipping his keys out of his pocket as he moves. "Better?"

Brian just nods, quickly and happily, with a look on his face like he can't quite believe what's happening.

And truthfully, Tim can't believe it either, but it feels like the most wonderful dream. Brian's hand warm in his as they traipse up to his flat, small, but technically capable of being called 'shelter.'

That hand slips out of his and lingers at his hip as they shut and lock the door behind them, and the warmth turns to a delicious sort of burn. "I don't..." Brian giggles. "I don't do this a lot."

"Bri, I know," Tim smiles. "We drive you home after each gig, remember?"

That could have stung, but Brian seems to realize it's meant in jest as he leans down some to kiss Tim.

He might be inexperienced in the emotional side of hook ups of any kind (more serious or not), but there's no inexperience on his lips, the way they linger at the corner of Tim's mouth just long enough to make him short of breath.

"Bed's that way, but the couch doesn't squeak," Tim gasps out when Brian finally let's his mouth free for a moment. "Couch for now, bed later?" Brian's smile is still nervous, but there's a hint of lust, something hot and happy at the implication he's made.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Tim teases, but he's not really worried about that. He's got a feeling Brian will be staying plenty long enough to make use of both.

Brian smiles and the flat is still dark, but as far as Tim is concerned it's just been lit up as brightly as possible.

They do actually turn on a light as they move, clothes dropping to the floor, but there's still some shadow, and that's what captures Tim's eye as they stumble to the couch.

The shadow of Brian on the wall as he kisses his way down Tim's bare chest, lips soft on his skin, is particularly enticing. Tim might still be working to lay comfortably on the couch (not entirely possible, the couch may not squeak, but it doesn't provide much comfort either as far as sitting or laying on it goes), but there's nothing that would move him from the spot now.

"Let me know if this is all...good,” Brian says hesitantly, a finger tip resting on the waistband of Tim’s pants. That’s all that’s left to remove, and Tim’s nearly at a point to beg him to rip them off if he has to.

“I will,” Tim tries not to sound fussy or impatient, he really does. But he’s done so much bloody waiting today, that even another moment of it-

“Okay,” Brian chirps cheerfully, then leans down and sucks at Tim’s cock through his pants.

It’s not something he’s necessarily considered himself as ‘into’, messing about like this with clothes still partially on. Brian, however, might just make him a convert.

His whining stops Brian for a moment. “Alright?”

“You stopped,” Tim doesn’t even try to hide it now; he’s sick of waiting and feeling bratty about it. “Why on earth did you stop?”

“That wasn’t that good,” Brian chuckles. “Please,” Tim begs. There’s no other way about it; he’s begging now. “Just touch me; this is torture.”

Brian moves up his body, climbs onto him gently, long legs tangling with his, and frots against him slowly.

“You said you don’t do this often,” Tim gasps as he pulls Brian close by his hips.

“I don’t,” Brian giggles, hips moving still much too slowly, his cock hard against Tim’s. “I’m winging it. Going off of things I’ve thought about.”

“Thought about when?” Tim asks, though he can well guess. But he wants, needs, to hear it from Brian.

“At home, getting myself off,” Brian replies. “Thinking about you, and me. Sometimes Rog too.”

“So that’s not just me then,” Tim smiles.

“Not just you,” Brian smiles, but he’s tense, pulling his hips up and away more with each stroke. “I felt ridiculous some nights, you know?”

“Why’s that?” “Because I couldn’t get you out of my head,” Brian says softly. “Like this, yeah, but...other ways. Stupid, little domestic ways. Sharing a flat, spending nights in together. Just...anything and everything.”

“You’re going to come, aren’t you?” Tim can’t help but tease.

Brian is flushed above him, barely able to grind his cock down against Tim’s without sighing or whining or moaning.

But he shakes his head quickly, seemingly more to convince himself than Tim.

“You can,” Tim says. “I fully intend to call Roger tomorrow morning and let him know we won’t be making it to practice. Plenty of time to recover and go again.”

Brian moans into his mouth as he kisses him, hips and cock rutting hard against him now in full contact, and within a moment he’s gone.

Tim hadn’t intended to come with him, but all it takes is the kiss and the feeling of Brian’s come warm through the material of his pants, and he’s there.

“Don’t stop,” Brian’s voice shudders and is muffled as he drops his head to Tim’s shoulder. “Keep moving. We won’t have to stop, probably.”

“Probably?” Tim asks, using his legs to hold Brian close, struggling to keep a rhythm. Even with the cloth in between them, it’s still oversensitive to keep moving as they are.

Brian’s hips stutter, but they don’t stop, and it’s wonderfully overwhelming. He resigns himself to letting Brian keep it all going, and drops his head back onto the couch, eyes closed.

For a moment, Brian stops, and Tim opens his eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Brian replies as he lifts his head, voice and breath still shaky. “Just admiring the view.”

Tim can’t help but burst into giggles. It sounds ridiculous, hearing someone speak about him like that. But all the same, he’s absolutely delighted to hear it coming from Brian.

“Is it that pretty?”

“Breathtaking,” Brian sighs happily. “I really want to go again, I do-”

“We’ve got all night,” Tim says, and pulls Brian down for a kiss. “And tomorrow.”

“And tomorrow after that?” Brian asks so softly Tim can just hear him, and even then, it takes a moment for it to click, for him to realize what Brian is really asking.

He can only manage a nod at first, before the words finally flow. “Yeah. And tomorrow after that, and more, if you’ll have me.”

Brian nods quickly and grins, peppering him with kisses, before climbing off of him and pulling him off the couch.

It’s the slowest he’s ever walked to his room, but it’s worth it to take their time, interrupting it with kisses and wandering hands and stripping off their pants finally.

He knows it might not mean Brian is moving in right away, regardless of any domestic fantasies either of them have had.

But as he falls into bed with Brian, he knows it’s the start of something all the same, something wonderful and hopefully lasting (maybe even with the addition of Roger, if he’s truly wanting to join them for more than just a night or two.)

And he can’t wait for the rest of it.

#text post #LeeH writes #Smile band fic #tim staffell x brian may #with a hint of tim staffell x brian may x roger taylor #but just a hint for now lol

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bohemian-rhapsody-slash · 4 years

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The government inspector is a a middle-aged Dom in his late forties, perhaps a few years older than Brian. He has grey hair and is dressed in a smart suit, clutching a clipboard to his chest.

“Mr Brian Harold May?” the Dom says with a smile.

“Yes,” Brian replies, and Andy has to applaud how confident and calm he appears.

“Good morning. I’m Mr Thomas Edmonds. I’m here today to conduct your household inspection. Can you please confirm that you are the head of this household?”

“Yes I am.” Brian forces a smile. “Please come in.”

The inspector glances at Andy as he enters, giving him a curious look.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Brian says, “but my step-son, Andrew, will be shadowing me for the inspection today. He is the second oldest Dom in the household and turns eighteen in just a few months, so I thought it might be useful for him to see how this works and to understand how to run a good household.”

The inspector beams. “Not at all! It’s always encouraging to see young Doms taking an interest in the duties they’ll be expected to carry out as adults. A pleasure to meet you, Andrew.”

“And you,” Andrew lies.

The inspector turns to face the rest of the family, smiling at the Dom children stood to one side, the sub children stood to the other side, and John and Roger on their knees in the middle.

“What a lovely family,” the inspector says with a smile. “Quite a big family too! I can see from my notes that you’re a blended family- very noble of you to take in another sub and his children, Mr May. I also just want to take this opportunity to reassure you that I am completely independent- I am aware of course of who you are, but I don’t know too much about Queen myself. With celebrities we always like to make sure that we assign an inspector who isn’t going to be biased.”

“That’s good to know,” Brian says weakly.

“Now, I’ve got a list of the members of your household here, but I’d be grateful if you could please introduce them to me.”

“Of course.” Brian gestures at Roger and John. “My submissives. Roger is my claimed submissive, and I’m John’s nominated Dom. You’ll probably be aware that his Dom passed away nearly two years ago, and he’s under my care now.”

Roger and John bow their heads respectfully at the inspector, keeping their eyes lowered to the floor.

“Beautiful,” the inspector says softly. “Just beautiful. And I suppose they’ve had their annual medical exams this year? Are they still fertile?”

Andy clenches his fists, trying to restrain himself as he watches the discomfort return to his mother’s face.

“Yes, they’re all up to date with their medical exams,” Brian says firmly, “and both are still fertile. Perhaps we can save the details for our interview later? I’d prefer not to discuss this in front of the children.”

“Yes, of course. We can discuss this more later. Would you care to introduce me to your Dominant children?”

Brian nods and gestures to the right. “My Dominant son, Liam, and Dominant daughters, Sophie and Charlotte. And this is Nathan, my Dominant step-son.”

The inspector gives them all a smile. “Very healthy looking children.” He focuses on Nate. “Hello, young man.”

Nate looks up at the inspector with panic in his eyes, clearly unsure of how to respond. Andy tries to catch his eye, but in his panic Nate breaks ranks and rushes over to John, gripping on to his mother and burying his face in John’s sleeve.

“I’m sorry, sir,” John says softly, stroking Nate’s hair and pulling him in for a hug. “He’s a bit shy.”

“Not to worry,” the inspector chuckles. “I’m sure his Dominant side will come out a bit more as he gets older. And your submissive children, Mr May?”

Brian gestures to the left. “My submissive son, James, and my submissive step-son, George.”

The inspector makes a note on his clipboard. “Excellent. They both look as though they’ll bloom into fine submissive beauties.”

George makes a mock vomiting face when the inspector turns his back, and Andy shoots him a pleading look.

The inspector seems content enough for the time being, and with the easy part over, they proceed to the interviews. The interviews take place in the dining room, and the inspector insists on speaking to everyone in three groups. Brian and Andy are allowed to be present for each of them.

The Dom children are interviewed first, and they all manage to stick to the script. They talk about how Brian is a good role model for them, and how he maintains discipline in the house. Liam and Sophie do most of the talking, which is a relief because Nate still looks nervous.

George and James’s interview is also fairly straightforward. They tell some believable lies about how Brian is already introducing them to some potential eligible Doms, and how they’re looking forward to one day supporting their own Doms with running a household.

It’s the interview with Roger and Andy’s mother that makes Andy the most uncomfortable.

One of the things that really annoys him is that the inspector directs most of the questions to Brian.

“Are you pleased with them?” the inspector asks, scribbling down notes. “Do they satisfy your needs?”

John blushes, and Andy clenches his hands in his lap.

“Very pleased,” Brian says, barely hesitating. “I couldn’t ask for better submissives.”

“Lovely. And are they obedient? Do they submit to you completely?”

“Yes. They do as they’re told. They are very respectful to me as their Dominant.”

The inspector gestures at John’s neck. “Are you planning on claiming John at some point? Does it upset you that he has another Dom’s collar around his neck?”

“Not at all,” Brian says immediately. “I respect John’s status as a widowed sub and his decision not to want to be claimed by me. His devotion to his previous Dom is no reflection of his devotion to me.”

The inspector nods. “Alright then. I think I have most of what I need. I’ll just need to carry out a more thorough inspection of your submissives and their obedience. Is there somewhere private we can go? One of the bedrooms perhaps?”

John’s face pales as Roger reaches over to squeeze his hand, and had Andy not been prepared for this moment, he might have lost his temper.

“You can’t do that,” Andy interrupts before Brian can respond. “You can’t carry out an intimate inspection without a warrant. And you can only file for one of those if we fail the main inspection.”

Everyone at the table frowns at him.

“It’s true,” Andy adds. “I read about it. It’s the law.”

The inspector looks as though he’s trying to hide his annoyance. “Ah yes. Right you are. Looks like you’ve got a budding lawyer here, Mr May.”

“Looks like I have,” Brian says, giving Andy a proud grin.

Luckily all that’s left is the house inspection, and thanks to a family effort every room is absolutely spotless. The inspector can find no fault. He spends rather a long time looking through the master bedroom, and Andy has to bite his tongue as the inspector rifles through his mother’s underwear drawer. Andy has to leave the room when the inspector starts pulling out a series of paddles and other items from the wardrobe.

But ten minutes later, the inspector makes his final notes on his clipboard and leaves, satisfied.

The tension noticeably dissolves once he’s gone, and Andy finds himself being pulled into a hug by Brian.

“We did it,” Brian grins, “all thanks to you. I’m proud of you, Andy.”

Andy smiles bashfully. “Yeah. We did it.”

#i belong to you forever

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euphoria-svt · 5 years

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[1] Introduction

part 1 to idiotsinlove (do let me know what you guys think of this concept!!)

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Word count: 1.7k -ish

“Wait,” Connor cuts you off mid-sentence “You want to do a what now?”

“A YouTube channel!” You exclaimed “You know; where we do those couple challenges, vlog exciting things and stuff. Like Jess and Gabriel, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. I always see you watching their videos, honey” He chuckles in reply, slamming his laptop shut “But why do you want to do it?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t really know why but it just came to my mind and I just thought how cool it would be if we started doing those kinds of things, you know?”

“And we don’t have to post every week if we’re not up for it” You continued “It’s kind of just a fun thing to have now and look back on when we’re old and feeling nostalgic”

Connor furrowed his eyebrows “What makes you think people are going to want to watch us?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes, snickering a little “Babe, do you not realize that you have a fanbase now after that entire tour with Shawn? I’m not surprised that they love you as much as they love him so of course they’d click on any video that involves you”

“Yeah well….” Connor dragged out, reaching for your hand so your fingers were laced together “That doesn’t matter to me because the only person I love is you hooooney”

Shaking your head, you tried to hide your smile but failed “Cheeky” You noted “So, is that a go on the whole YouTube channel thing?”

You saw the smile plastered on his face and even though he hesitated for a moment, you knew he was on board with it.

xxx

“Okay, it’s set” Connor announced as he steps back from the tripod about an hour later since you proposed the idea “Baby, can you turn on the ring light so I can see if the brightness is okay?”

“Yeah, hang on!” You reached for the remote control, pressing the button to turn on the lights “How’s it looking from the camera, bubs?”

Connor takes a look at the little screen on his camera, then nodded “Brightness level looks good from the here so we’re good to go!” He commented.

He walks forward to the set and joins you at the front of the camera, taking his seat at the empty stool next to yours.

“You good?” Connor asks with concern, tilting his head to your direction.

“Yeah I’m all good, bubs” You smiled “Our first video together! This is so exciting!”

“You know I’m barely standing in front of the camera, right?” So, you’re lucky I love you” He said teasingly.

“And I love you moooore!” You chirped, holding the remote control up “Are we good? Can we start?”

Connor nods so you pressed the record button on the remote. When you see the little red light blinking on the camera, it meant the recording has already started.

“Hello and welcome to our channel!” You greeted, although your pitch came out higher than usual and that alone had Connor bursting into laughter.

“What the heck was that, babe?” Connor asks in between laughs “Why’s your voice all high and squeaky?”

“Connor!”

“You sound like a mouse, honey”

You pouted, swatting his shoulder playfully “Stop laughing at me, bubs!” You whined “I’ve never done this before! ‘M just nervous! We’re definitely cutting this out later”

“Oh, no way” He shakes his head, his laughter starts to die down “I’m leaving everything in as bloopers!”

“Okay, okay, this is take 2!”

You clear your throat before opening your mouth to do the greeting once again.

“Hello everyone and welcome to our channel!” You said excitingly with a smile on your face “We’re the idiotsinlove!”

“I thought of the name, by the way!” Connor said proudly as he briefly waved to the camera “It took me forever to come up with it and I take full credit for it”

You turn your head towards him and mockingly said “Yes bubs, the name is very original. Thank you for coming up with it, I don’t know what I’d do without you”

Connor knew you were joking but he smugly said “Your life would be super dull, that’s for sure and you’re welcome, babe”

You rolled your eyes and snickered a little.

“Anyways, I’m y/n y/ln” You said then leaning closer to Connor, wrapping your arms around his neck; pressing your cheek against his “And this guy right here is my lovely boyfriend; Connor Brashier!”

Connor smiles cheekily to the camera and wraps an arm around your waist “Hello there! I should tell you that this is kind of weird for me” He said “I’m so used to standing behind the camera and filming other people instead”

You pulled your arms back but Connor refused to let go of the grip he has around your waist, wanting to keep you close to him, as you spoke “This is our first ever video and we basically wanted to do like a mini introduction about ourselves before posting anything else”

“We’re going to tell you some facts about ourselves and if you’re interested in getting to know us a little better, then please continue watching this video!” Connor said “We’ll love you even more if you stay throughout the entire thing… Ladies first, baby”

“Okay so, I turned 21 in August and I was born and raised in LA. I’m currently in my second year of uni; majoring in Management and Accounting at UCLA… Which is pretty stressful if I’m being completely honest” You told the camera in a disgusted voice “Uni is hell and I completely don’t know why I signed up for it”

“Despite all her complains, my girl is a smart cookie” Connor said proudly “Literally the smartest person I know. She’s thriving in her degree, no kidding”

“Connorrrr” You whined, feeling your cheeks starting to turn rosy-pink “’M not smart, babe”

“Pfft, sure you’re not”

“Anyways, there’s not much interesting things about myself. I bake and cook a little, play the guitar and just bury myself with a lot of books” You continued “Which is basically like any other women, I guess”

“That’s another lie” Connor chirped “She bakes the best cookies I’ve ever tasted and I’m not just saying that because she’s my girlfriend. That’s straight up facts. She baked 2 full containers of them for me when I left for tour then Shawn and Brian stole one of them from me. I was pissed at them for an entire week”

You burst into a laughter, feeling your whole body vibrate as you leaned on Connor’s shoulder for support.

You remembered this day so clearly. He called you on Facetime while you were in the middle of a movie; complaining that the boys took his cookies without asking him. And part of you wanted to feel bad for him but seeing that pout on his face and the tone he was speaking in made you giggle for 5 minutes straight.

“Babe, it’s not funny!” He whined, poking your side playfully “I was really upset! I had to survive with only one container for like 2 months”

Your laughter finally dies down as you wiped a tear from your eye and straighten your body position “Okay and I made it up to you didn’t I, bubs? I welcomed you home with a new batch of it so you gotta stop holding it against them, Con”

“I guess” He grumbled “Can we bake some after this?” He added hopefully.

“Yeah we can make some after this”

“Pinky promise?” Connor held his pinky out to you.

You tried to hide the smile on your face but failed miserably, nodding as you interlocked your pinkies together “Pinky promise, Con”

Your pinkies remained laced together on Connor’s lap, something you two did very often. It was just an intimate affection that grew on you ever since the beginning “Wanna tell the world about yourself now, bubs?”

“Right, well, I turned 20 in July and I was also born and raised in LA. I’ve been surfing since I was a little kid so it’s something I really love to do whenever I’ve got the time and then I got into photography later on when I was about 15-16. I was in UCLA for a bit, majoring in psychology and economics. It only lasted for a few months because then I got an email from Andrew Gertler, which was freakishly cool”

“Apparently Andrew and Shawn had seen some of my work and Shawn wanted to hire me as his videographer” Connor continued “Which was obviously an amazing opportunity to take on”

As Connor was explaining everything, you could hear the excitement lingering in his voice. He was always this way whenever he talks about it because being able to be a videographer for Shawn has been one of the best accomplishments for him so far.

And you loved how excited he gets whenever anyone asks him about it. You’d always be by his side, smiling as you listen to him; you were just so proud of him.

“And I’m so proud of you, bubs” You cooed then looked at the camera “Seriously you guys, check out his work because this man right here does magic with his work. He used to send me little previous of the documentary he filmed and I was always so blown away by them. You’re amazing, babe”

Connor blushed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek “Thanks, baby and thank you for always being my number 1 supporter”

“I’m always your number 1 supporter!” You exclaim “Sorry, you can’t get rid of me any time soon” You added, poking your tongue out at him.

He smiled “Fine by me. I wasn’t planning on doing that”

“I guess this is it for today’s video!” You then said “If you’ve made it this far in this video, thank you for letting us entertain you for the past few minutes”

“And if there’s anything you would like to see us do, leave a comment down below!” Connor added.

“Aw, look at you already being a pro at this whole YouTuber thing, bubs” You said teasingly.

“You know it” He said smugly.

“Thank you and we’ll see you next time on idiotsinlove!”

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Reblog, like or leave a comment; always appreciated! ❤️

x rina

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painandpleasure86 · 4 years

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My lips search for your lips (BreakyWeek2k19)

Author’s note: Hi ppl! I was writing something more (shush) and this came to my mind suddenly. Sorry the typos in advance, English its my 2nd language. First time writing something ship related...We will see how this results.

This will be posted November 12th, sorry the delay... But I started to write it in November 11th, that counts? LMAO.

Prompt for Day 1 that I choosed: “First Kiss”

Warnings: Fluff, with a touch of angst.

Word count: +1.4k

Tag list: @runningfortocome @warriorteam1924 @painkiller80

It's winter. Trees without their leafs, snow falling from the sky, windy days, less sunlight, so, more time with darkness. And in that darkness, some smiles brights like the noon sun, giving to us happiness and cheering us up.

He had and have that smile. Always so kind, always so wide. Always he found a reason to do it. Despite he do that for himself, he was pretty aware that made the day to someone more with his smile. And even more than make their day better, make their life better. He wasnt aware that his smile made someone start to being in love with him, and was the most unexpected person in the entire globe.

Time to recording. The four working so hard for the next album, doing their best. During a break, he saw the opportunity to speak finally about his feelings with his friend. Both were sat near to the another one in the consoles room next to the recording room itself, drinking a beer.

"Fred", he said in a whisper. "I need to say something to you".

"Go ahead darling", he said smiling kindly.

He watched across the room with shyness. His mouth came closer to the right ear of Freddie and said "not here."

"Well, come with me."

Both stand up of their chairs and go outside of the recording room.

Once that the door was closed, Fred said "I'm all ears honey".

He didn't knew how to start. His natural shyness was increased for the kind of confession that he wanted to make to his soul brother. He was hesitant, but at the same time he needed to vent. He gulped saliva. He breathed deeply. He sighed deeply too. Closed his eyes for a moment. Was ready.

"Well… emmm I love someone more that isn't Chrissie".

Fred didn't couldn't resist to laugh a little.

"Go ahead with that girl and have fun".

He watched at the eyes of his friends with a sad vibe.

"It's a man." And he covered his face with his huge hands trying to hide the 'shame'.

Freddie laughed a bit.

"Now I need to know who's the chosen one".

Brian, quitting his hands of his face, but watching to the floor he said "he haves the most precious smile that I ever see in my entire life." He giggle a bit, raising his head and watching to something far away from them. "I just want to see that smile everyday, next to me, every morning…" His eyes was shinning and he smiles more. "I want his eyes looking at me with love and affection. I want that he hugs so tightly to me like he does to Roger", ended with a big blush in his face.

Just with that last words Freddie could confirm his suspect. He watched at the eyes to his friend and puts a hand in one of the shoulders of his friend.

"Go for Johnny! I think that's mutual the feeling darling. But go and speak of this with him as soon as you can…"

"Well.. I'll do today sincerely. I can't have this with me anymore… I don't know if tomorrow I die and he didn't knew about my feelings".

Fred giggled.

"Haha, being a dramatic lady as usual…".

Brian smiled. His friend too. Both looked at the eyes of the another.

"Better?" said Fred.

He sighed deeply.

"Yeah. More free."

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They came back to the consoles room. The four back at work.

He was waiting for the right moment, barely dissimulating his nerves. Fred in some moment, said at his ear "relax… I'll go with Rog to record some vocals. You can speak with him now".

The brunette man left his bass in the studio and gone to the room next to the recording room itself, to rest a little. He sat near to Brian in the couch, the last one was pretty nervous.

"Brian, are you okay?" he asked concerned, looking at him and putting his left hand in the right shoulder of his bandmate.

The curly one felts some pressure in his tummy, that damn nerves. His thoughts was like "oh he's touching me, he's concerned about me!"

Finally can respond the ask.

"N-no sincerely." said looking at the eyes of the bassist, pretty uncomfortable.

John watched at Bri's eyes with kindness. "Y'know that you and myself argue a lot about music, but quitting that, you can count on me with anything you need." He quitted the hand and hugged him with an arm, pretty tightly. "Seriously mate… you can tell me if you want; if not, I'll try to make you feel better at least" said smiling widely. That smile.

Brian didn't resisted more. After checked that the producers and sound engineer didn't watched at them, he kisses the left cheek of his friend, pressing against him with his left hand in the right cheek of the another one. With his right arm hugged to the bassist tightly.

John was surprised, but not uncomfortable. Indeed, he blushed and smiled shyly. And Brian noticed that. They left to hug them and watched at the another eyes. Brian asked "still have some beers?" His friend responded "I think that this night will be so long, so, we can go for a couple of them no?" And winked an eye.

John said in loud voice "well guys Bri and I will go to buy some beers. Someone wants something?" The producer quitted partially his headphones, watched at him and said smiling "some chips will be great". Their friends were recording voices, so, they didn't hear the voice of his friend.

Moments later, when Brian and John gone, Fred watched that their friends aren't there and he smiled, thinking "finally!"

Rog watched at Fred, confused.

"Are you okay mate?"

He turned to him and responded "yeah Roger, I'm happy… happy for how the song it's turning in something good.

Roger smiled.

"Don't lie Fred, hahaha. And for your information, Deaky told me something similar that surely Bri told to you". Both were aware of that incoming couple… and couldnt be more happier.

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In their way to buy beers, they tried to not be recognized for the people, so they walked for pretty dark sidewalks.

They was just walking together, in silence. But, suddenly the youngest had an impulse to push to the curly man against a wall of a narrow lane.

He grabbed the face of the another with his hands and he kissed to his bandmate. Their lips were in contact for the very first time. Was brief. But enough in that moment. Both watched at the eyes, he still grabbing the face with his hands, the another hugging John in his waist. The scene was so romantic. The love was in the air. They stared almost like a minute, enjoying the moment.

And, again suddenly, John was in one of his knees, grabbing the right hand of Brian with both of his hands, watching to his loved one.

"Mr May, will you date with me? You will care me, love and respect me until the death separate us or our wives discover us and force to us to be straight again (almost the same than death)?

Brian giggled.

"I do."

John smiled.

He was in his feet again and grabbed the face of Brian, kissing him again, now with passion.

Trying to speak, Brian said "I- I didn't said that thing of "Mr Deacon wants to blah blah blah…" unfair”. John stopped his kiss and watching so close to him "I know that you will take care of me, love me and respect me forever…" and restart with the kiss, quitting the opportunity to Brian to speak.

Then, Brian hugged to John and their bodies were in contact, so tightly. And bit to bit, they started to turned on. They forgot the beers. Also forgot that they were in a cold lane. Their heartbeats started to accelerate. A little moan could be listened.

But, when they where really enjoying that expression of their passion and love, someone walked near to them and screamed "hey guys, rent a bed in a motel! Hehe". Was then when they were came back to the reality.

They stopped. And came back to the sidewalk, laughing and with their cheeks burning like fire.

Recovering his breath, Brian told "that person was right… You just must to tell me when." John, watching at him, said "when you want… I'm eager really."

The rest of the time they were in silence again, trying to be come back to the studio pretty quick.

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They could buy the beers. End the song with his bandmates. And started a new chapter in their lifes. Finally.

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glamrockmonarch · 5 years

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Clueless About Romance - 70’s Roger ~Requested

A/N: haha, I had to write this! Thanks for the request Anon of mine!

You don’t even have a meet-cute. Roger and you met without really knowing it, he had simply been a guy in your class throughout the years until the day you sat together on your first lecture in dentistry school.

Roger never looked at you in a romantic way when you were growing up, puberty hadn’t been kind to you, you felt awkward with the way your body was changing and hid your boobs as best as you could, wore the longest skirt and in general shielded yourself from public scrutiny with your ugly school uniform.

By the time you reached college, you had grown more comfortable with your body, wearing flattering clothes and no longer hiding anything although remaining modest.

Roger had his eye on you since he realised it was, well, you! A smart girl. A pretty girl. A funny girl. A strong girl. You were all in one, and he liked it.

You did not even realise he was inviting you out on a date until after the date.

He came up to you and told you about his band, so you came to the pub and watched them play.

You “dated” like this for a month before Roger tried to kiss you.

Roger had brought you to a party and he was already a bit tipsy when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, in a moment his lips were on yours and although you liked it, you were not sure what this kiss would mean later.

You were always surprised when he introduced you to people as his girlfriend.

Roger is not exactly romantic, but he likes to get intimate - which you don’t really know much about.

Having Roger wrap his arm around your waist and leave a trail of kisses from your cheek to your ear makes you giggle, you sometimes push him away. This has him puzzled.

Roger does not understand why you are so blind to his advances.

You are SO awkward when for any given reason you have to go into his room, you leave the door open and see Roger looking back at you over his shoulder with a cocked brow.

“You know this is not my parents’ house, right? We can close that if we want…”

“No, no, I like it open!” You smile and look around without being able to find a place to sit down. When you sit on his bed you feel odd so you stand up right away.

Roger was not stupid and he put two and two together to realise you are like this because of the years you spent hiding from the world.

Admitting to Roger that he was your first real boyfriend. He got scared at first but he loved you so much he thought he couldn’t possibly hurt you.

After your revelation, Roger assumed you were also a virgin and tried his best not to push you to do things you were not ready for.

It takes a while for you to understand what he wants when he tugs at your arm every time he is sitting down. He has to spell it out for you, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you down into his lap once he sits down again.

Roger holding your hand alone made you blush, after a few months together he is comfortable holding you from behind, pushing your hair to the side and kissing under your earlobe, even letting his hand slide up your thigh when you’re wearing a short skirt.

You allow all of it but stop Roger when you’re making out and he goes to slide his hand under your shirt or inches closer to your inner thigh.

Roger is understanding of it when you tell him you don’t wanna have sex yet, although that doesn’t stop you from having him teach some stuff...

You being unsure, asked him once if you were “like, a real couple?”

Your innocence made Roger feel even more attracted to you.

Brian made him feel bad for it.

“You’re gonna ruin her, Rog, take it slow!” He would tell him.

The first time you introduced Roger to your parents you said he was a friend and he almost went mad.

The first time Roger said “I love you” to you, you replied “thanks”. He lost sleep over it but denies it to this day.

Every attempt at doing classically romantic things with him was fruitless; you did not know how it worked and Roger felt uncomfortable as if he was being asked to play a role without a script.

This is how you caught a cold that time you ignored the rain and danced with him in the park under a big storm.

And it is also why you made him fall flat on his face once you tried to jump on his back when you caught sight of him for the first time in weeks.

Roger liked you better when you were not trying to get romantic with him, the way it flowed better with you was that spontaneous brush of your hands on his callouses, the cleaning of his cuts after a long set. He particularly liked how you wrapped your arms a little bit under his waist and laid your head on his chest.

He also enjoyed surprising you with new things; sometimes the gift of a single flower was enough to make you coo, and sometimes he would stay over at yours and that was when you were really all over the place.

He knew you liked to have him next to you in the mornings.

You slowly grew into each other’s ways and the boys could see a change in both, of course, the most obvious one being the way Roger was softer with you than he had been with other girls.

“Well, well, well!” Freddie mocks Roger while he sits on his drum throne with you on his lap, trying to show you how to keep up a beat on the bass drum and play something easy with the drumsticks; both of you turn to him. “Looks like someone’s in love, huh?”

You stop moving your foot on the pedal and put down the drumsticks to look at Roger over your shoulder.

“Head over heels.” You admit Roger’s round eyes focus on you and a smile forms on his face. Roger kisses your cheek and rests his chin on your shoulder as he goes to hold your hands to show you the way to play again, not before saying something to Freddie.

“Envy is not your colour, Fred!”

Freddie laughs and turns to Brian, who’s just coming back from a short break.

Remember: requests are open!!

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vexedtonightmares · 5 years

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La Fin Des Temps Chapter 12 (Elu Hogwarts AU)

Samedi 13:34 - “You guys are not very subtle”

Mercredi - 1:07

srodulv: hey boyfriend

srodulv: (choupi)

lucallemant: Hey boyfriend :)

srodulv: why aren’t you sleeping?

lucallemant: You’re the one who messaged me, sir

lucallemant: Not that I’m complaining

srodulv: i wish you were here with me right now

lucallemant: I wish I was too

lucallemant: The room of requirement is looking really good right now…

srodulv: don’t tempt me

lucallemant: Why not?

srodulv: are you serious?

lucallemant: We just can’t get caught out of bed

srodulv: you’re serious

lucallemant: ;)

srodulv: i’ll meet you there choupi

lucallemant: See you soon raton laveur <3

Jeudi - 9:51

srodulv: you look tired ;)

lucallemant: Yeah, some heathen kept me up until nearly 4

srodulv: how rude of them…

lucallemant: Then I had to sneak back into my dormitory before everyone else woke up

srodulv: poor baby… it wasn’t your idea or anything ;)

lucallemant: Stop staring at me like that

srodulv: 0_0

lucallemant: Ha ha

lucallemant: Eliott I’m serious

lucallemant: Eliott we’re in the middle of class

lucallemant: Eliott I’m going to get a boner knock it off

lucallemant: Fuck

srodulv: why’d you rush off? bathroom break?

lucallemant: Ha ha

srodulv: need help with anything?

lucallemant: I’ll write the out of order sign this time

srodulv: on my way

Jeudi - 20:12

srodulv: putain

lucallemant: Um, hi?

srodulv: i can’t stop thinking about that thing you did in the bathroom earlier

srodulv: can’t concentrate. i have homework to do. and a boner.

lucallemant: Oh how the turn tables

srodulv: ??

lucallemant: Nevermind

srodulv: room of requirement later…?

lucallemant: I can’t tonight :/

srodulv: everything good?

lucallemant: Yeah, no worries

srodulv: …?

lucallemant: It’s nothing

srodulv: you can tell me anything, you know

lucallemant: I do know that, right back at you

srodulv: :)

srodulv: so?

lucallemant: You’ll laugh

srodulv: me? laugh? as if.

lucallemant: Fine, I’m having a sleepover with Manon and the girls.

lucallemant: Eliott?

lucallemant: You’re laughing aren’t you

srodulv: no*

srodulv: *yes

lucallemant: -_-

srodulv: only because i’m jealous! why wasn’t i invited?

lucallemant: None of the guys were, i’m only going because Imane is mad at me for skipping potions

lucallemant: She’s probably going to make me stay up all night and do her homework for her

srodulv: at least you don’t have to sleep with one eye open hoping harriet doesn’t suffocate you with your pillow 0_-

lucallemant: Set Brian on her

srodulv: why does everyone think brian is going to attack them?

lucallemant: Snakes are terrifying

lucallemant: Shit, sorry I have to go, message you later?

srodulv: <3 i’ll be here

lucallemant: <3

Vendredi - 00:22

lucallemant: Room of requirement

lucallemant: Even for just an hour

srodulv: for real?

lucallemant: Girls are all asleep, if they ask I can say I went to the bathroom

srodulv: running

Vendredi - 15:13

lucallemant: Ugh I’m so bored

lucallemant: Save me

srodulv: de quoi?

lucallemant: Responsabilité

srodulv: choupisson

lucallemant: Yes?

srodulv: ah, je vois que tu as répondu au choupisson comme si c'était ton nom

lucallemant: Am I losing my French or does that not make sense

srodulv: je ne sais pas de quoi vous parlez monsieur. mon français est tellement génial et vous êtes un hérisson jaloux

lucallemant: Why do you sound like you’re using google translate

srodulv: google traduction? jamais entendu parler

lucallemant: Eliott are you using google translate for a language that you already know

srodulv: définitivement pas

lucallemant: I can’t stand you

lucallemant: Why am I dating you again?

srodulv: parce que les hérissons et les ratons laveurs sont censés être ensemble

lucallemant: Speaking of… your little drawings are still going strong, they won’t let me wash them off

srodulv: tant que je suis dans ton cœur, ils le seront aussi

lucallemant: Even in google translate French…

srodulv: ;)

lucallemant: Goodbye, Eliott

srodulv: pourquoi? non ne pars pas !!

lucallemant: Je t'enverrai un message plus tard, Yann commence à avoir des soupçons

lucallemant: See, I can use google translate too

srodulv: aha! et tu?

lucallemant: That’s not even French

srodulv: jeg kan snakke alle språk

lucallemant: I hate you

srodulv: Лукас Лаллемант - величайший человек в мире

lucallemant: I’m not translating that

srodulv: うーんあなたはその時逃している

lucallemant: Du bist so ein verdammter Trottel

srodulv: yo sé

srodulv: adiós mi amor

lucallemant: Mi amor, huh?

srodulv: don’t get cocky, it’s google translate’s fault

Vendredi - 19:49

lucallemant: I think I’m going to talk to my friends tomorrow

srodulv: you don’t have to if you’re not ready

srodulv: sneaking around with you is fun ;)

lucallemant: No, I’m done hiding who I am

lucallemant: And I want everyone to know that, for some reason, you chose me ;)

srodulv: i have a hedgehog fetish

lucallemant: DUDE

lucallemant: WE ARE NOT INTRODUCING OURSELVES AS THE FURRY COUPLE

srodulv: we’re not furries

srodulv: …yet

lucallemant: ELIOTT

srodulv: i’m kidding, i’m kidding

srodulv: do you want me there when you tell them?

lucallemant: I think I want to talk to Yann first alone, maybe all the boys, but then yeah, I’d love that :)

srodulv: i’ll be there when you need me

srodulv: manon won’t give me the shovel talk, right?

srodulv: i’m a bit scared of her

lucallemant: Nah, you’ll be fine, it’s Yann you have to worry about

srodulv: but i’m already friends with yann

lucallemant: For now

srodulv: what the fuck lucas?

lucallemant: Hey, I’m kidding

lucallemant: Don’t worry about it, seriously

srodulv: ok…

srodulv: see you tomorrow, then?

lucallemant: See you tomorrow <3

srodulv: <3

Lucas and the boys were sitting up in Lucas and Yann’s dormitory under the pretense of doing homework, but really just messing around, as per usual. His heart was fluttering a bit, he didn’t quite know how to bring up the subject he was trying to discuss. Should he pull Yann aside and tell him first? He felt like he owed it to Yann, his best friend. Not that he owed anything to anyone…

Maybe he should just tell Eliott he got cold feet. He was fine with sneaking around, it was kind of hot actually. He looked back at the last messages he had exchanged with Eliott, eyes locking in on the heart Eliott had sent as his last message. Lucas took a breath. He could do this.

Arthur and Basile were throwing Bertie Bott’s every flavor beans into each other’s mouths from across the room, but Yann was just sitting, shaking his head at them. Lucas walked over to sit next to Yann on his bed, nudging his best friend’s side gently.

“Can you come with me to let Ouba out?” he asked, not knowing what excuse he would use until it came out of his mouth. As if on cue, Ouba ran over and put her paws up on Yann’s leg.

“And leave these hooligans unattended?” Yann nodded at their other friends, now attempting to throw the candy with their eyes closed.

Lucas tried to convey his feelings with his eyes, hoping Yann would catch on without him having to say anything. “Please?”

Yann’s face softened. “Yeah, ok. Who could say no to that face?” His last words were directed to Ouba, but he ruffled Lucas’ hair like he was the dog.

“We’ll be right back, we’re going to go let Ouba out,” Lucas told Basile and Arthur as he attached Ouba’s leash. Both of them merely shot a thumbs up in his direction, clearly far too engrossed in their game to care about much of anything else. Yes, it was probably best that he told Yann first.

Once they were outside they walked side by side, Ouba a few feet in front of them, jumping around in circles whenever she got excited. Lucas breathed in and out, noting the way his breath was visible in the air when he did do. When had it gotten so cold out? He wished he’d brought Eliott’s scarf outside with him, he still hadn’t given it back and wasn’t planning on doing so anytime soon.

“So, why did we need to come out here?” Yann asked, squinting down at Lucas in the sun.

“I wanted to talk to you about something. About why I’ve been a little all over the place lately,” Lucas began a bit hesitantly. Yann nodded for him to continue, thankfully not saying anything. Lucas wasn’t sure if he would be able to continue if given the chance to pause. “It’s… it’s because of someone I like. Really, really like.”

Yann smiled. “Yeah? That’s great, then! I kind of had a feeling it was something like that.”

Lucas snapped his head up. “Really?”

“I mean, you blush all the time, space out for no reason, and have disappeared to god knows where at all hours of the day and night. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out,” Yann laughed. “The Lucas I know doesn’t blush or space out, so it must be someone special.”

“It is.” Lucas couldn’t help his smile, knowing he was probably blushing as well.

“And?” Yann prompted. Lucas looked to him in confusion. “Are you going to tell me who it is or do I have to figure everything out myself?”

Oh, right. There was still that part of it. Lucas swallowed, throat bobbing. “Have a guess.”

Yann blew out a breath, considering for a moment while Lucas became very interested in watching the grass as they walked. He was afraid his face would give away too much if he looked at Yann. “It’s not Daphné, is it? I mean, I get why you’d want to hide it from Basile, but--”

“Oh Jesus, no, definitely not Daphné!” Lucas cut in before Yann could get too far ahead of himself. Yann snorted at Lucas’ reaction. “Dude, I’m shit at guessing,” he complained.

Lucas pursed his lips. “I can give you a hint?”

“Ok.”

He could do this. Just get the words out, Lucas. “It’s… it’s not a girl.”

There was silence in the air, but Lucas was too scared to look up at Yann to gauge his reaction. The only sound for a moment was the jingling of Ouba’s collar as she ran around.

“It’s not me?” Yann clarified and Lucas let out a relieved laugh.

“No, definitely not you,” Lucas confirmed, finally allowing himself to look at Yann. To his surprise, Yann looked thoughtful, but he was also smiling. Something sparked in Yann’s eyes and Lucas knew he had figured it out.

“Eliott.” It wasn’t a question, but Lucas answered with a small nod regardless. Yann grinned even wider. “Dude! I’m so happy for you! He’s hot.”

Lucas nearly choked. “What?”

Yann shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m just saying. If I were into dudes, I’d go there.”

“Oh my god…”

“Wait a minute.” Yann stopped walking. “The other day, with the Ravenclaw tie…”

Lucas nodded sheepishly in confirmation. Yann let out a loud whoop and patted Lucas’ chest. “Atta boy Lucas! Are you guys officially, I don’t know, dating? Together?”

“Yes.” It felt so good to say out loud. Yann did a small victory dance around him that would have made him cringe if it wasn’t such a relief. He’d never really thought Yann would have a negative reaction, but there was always that possibility. “Eliott is my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend,” Yann repeated, drawing another conclusion, “You-- that’s what the whole Instagram thing was about? You guys are not very subtle.”

“And yet,” Lucas laughed, causing Yann to shove him gently.

“Do you want to tell the others?” Yann asked. Lucas nodded his head. Now that the initial weight had been lifted off his chest he felt ready to shout from the top of the astronomy tower. A small part of him was still nervous about how they would be received, but he had faith in his friends.

Ouba had stopped playing in the grass and was looking up at Lucas expectantly, almost as if she were aware of their conversation. Clearly, she wanted him to tell his other friends too.

Yann asked more questions as they walked back up to Gryffindor tower, growing more and more exasperated with each hint he had missed about their relationship. Lucas himself was surprised at how completely oblivious Yann had been to the whole thing. Maybe obliviousness ran in Gryffindors, or maybe he and Yann were just struggling to share the same single brain cell.

“You guys were gone for a while,” Arthur observed as they walked back into the dormitory, head hanging off Lucas’ bed. Basile was distracted by trying to make bubbles with his wand, grimacing in frustration when they popped before they could reach his target, Arthur.

“Ouba had to take a shit,” Yann laughed, winking at Lucas. Lucas snorted, noting Ouba’s turned up nose as she huffed and disappeared from the dormitory, likely going to bother Manon.

Arthur sat up and faced Lucas with a wide grin. “Sounds like someone else we know,” he teased. This wasn’t quite the segway he had been hoping for, but it was dancing close to the topic at hand, so he’d take what he could get.

“About that…” he began nervously, confidence from moments before slipping just out of grasp. Pull it together, they’re your best friends. He coughed before continuing. “I wasn’t actually sick, or whatever, the other day. Or studying over the weekend.”

A spark lit in Arthur’s eyes and Basile ceased his bubble making to give Lucas his full attention. “No?” he asked.

Lucas shook his head. “No. I was with someone I really like.” He felt a blush warm his cheeks and watched as his friends put together a few pieces.

“I don’t believe it! Our little Lulu has a heart after all!” Arthur exclaimed, smiling wider than ever.

Lucas rolled his eyes. “Ha, so funny. Anyway, it’s not exactly who you’d think… he’s--”

“He?” Basile cut in with wide eyes. Oh, fuck, had it just slipped out? Apparently so. He’d been so worried about telling them that it was Eliott, he’d nearly forgotten that it was also a boy.

“Yes. He.” Lucas looked down at his feet, not daring to move or take a breath.

“I fucking called it!�� Arthur shot his fist into the air, causing Lucas to look up at him sharply. “It was about time, too. Glad he finally mustered up the balls to make a move.”

Basile, as usual, was a few steps behind the conversation. “Wait, who?”

“Eliott,” Arthur answered, as if it should have been obvious. How did Arthur know?

“Eliott… our Eliott?” Basile clarified, looking confused as ever. “What about the mystery potions girl?”

“Lucas is the mystery potions girl.”

“Lucas isn’t a girl.”

Arthur buried his face into his hands. “Sometimes, Baz, your mind amazes even me. Lucas isn’t a girl. I swear.” He turned back to Lucas in anticipation. “So what is he then, your boyfriend?”

Lucas was still reeling a bit from all that Arthur either knew, or had accurately guessed at. “Uh, yeah, yeah he is,” Lucas said after a moment, allowing himself a small smile.

Despite his earlier confusion, Basile let out a loud yell of excitement while Arthur stood up on Lucas’ bed and started jumping up and down.

“Hey. Hey!” Lucas called, trying to get Arthur’s attention. “How did you know who it was?”

Arthur stopped jumping and shrugged. “Dude, he talks about you all the goddamn time. I think I even told you about it… Granted, at the time I didn’t know it was you, but I put it together the other day when you both skipped potions. I think Imane did too, she looked really pissed off when you didn’t show up but relaxed once she realized Eliott was gone too.”

“You-- she-- what--” Lucas began, trying to pull his thoughts together. Not only did Imane and Arthur already figure it out, but they hadn’t said a word to him about it, something he was actually quite grateful about. He was saved from forming a coherent thought by his phone vibrating in his pocket. When he pulled it out he saw that there was a message from Eliott.

srodulv: ran into the girls in the courtyard, do you want to come talk to them here? or have you not talked to the boys yet?

srodulv: sorry that probably sounded like i was rushing you! take your time!

“Is that him? Is it Eliott?” Yann asked excitedly. Arthur hopped off the bed and put an arm on Yann’s shoulder.

“Of course it is, look how he’s blushing,” he said matter-of-factly. Lucas took a moment to glare at both of them before responding.

lucallemant: No, I can come down there, just told the boys

lucallemant: Basile screamed, Arthur jumped up and down on the bed, and Yann was the best, as he always is

srodulv: i’m glad :) see you in a minute?

lucallemant: Yup, we’ll be right down

srodulv: bring my scarf with ? my neck is cold out here without it ;)

Lucas laughed to himself, there was no way he was giving that scarf back. However, there was an alternate solution. He threw his coat back on and addressed the boys, “Want to come down to the courtyard? Eliott and the girls are there.”

The boys all exchanged glances and smiles with one another, causing Lucas to roll his eyes once more, but he wasn’t actually annoyed. There was no way for him to feel anything but elation. Grabbing his own Gryffindor scarf out of one of his drawers before he left, Lucas followed his best friends out the door and down to the courtyard.

The four of them joked around like usual on their way down, which comforted Lucas. It wasn’t as though he had been expecting things to be different now, but there was a relief in knowing that some things would stay the same while others changed for the better.

As if he was Lucas’ homing beacon, Eliott was the first thing Lucas saw when he stepped out into the courtyard. Eliott’s back was turned to him, in conversation with the girls. God, he looked good in his leather jacket and black pants. Lucas had never seen him wear this jacket before and he didn’t think he wanted to see him wear any other jacket ever again.

Without allowing himself to think about what he was doing, Lucas snuck up behind Eliott, wrapping the scarf around his neck, causing Eliott to startle a bit before he turned around to see Lucas. Overcome by the way Eliott’s greeting smile made him feel, Lucas couldn’t stop himself from using his scarf to pull Eliott down into a deep kiss. Eliott’s eyes flashed in surprise before their lips met, but the moment they did he brought his hands up to cup Lucas’ face. They broke apart after a moment, resting their foreheads together, gazing into each other’s eyes, smiling like no one was watching them.

“Um, what the hell just happened,” Emma cut in from behind Eliott. Eliott straightened back up and turned around to face the girls, slinging an arm around Lucas’ shoulders.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to?” Eliott asked with faux confusion, accepting fist bumps from Yann, Arthur, and Basile as they sat to join the girls. Lucas looked down at the ground bashfully, trying carefully not to meet Manon’s eyes. She would chew him out later for not telling her first.

“Lucas, you’re gay?” Daphné asked in surprise. Lucas looked up just as Alexia hit her shoulder, shaking her head in bewilderment.

He glanced at Eliott out of the corner of his eye, letting his own arm slip around Eliott’s waist. “Well, yeah.”

Daphné jumped up immediately to give him a hug, tearing him from Eliott’s grasp. “That’s so awesome!”

“Thanks?”

She moved on to Eliott, giving him an equally lung crushing hug. Eliott merely blinked down at her, likely not expecting this sort of reaction from her. “It kind of sucks for us, though,” she lamented. When met with blank stares she continued, “You know, us girls. Now all the hottest guys in the school are taken, gay, or both.”

“I’m actually pan,” Eliott clarified.

Alexia leaned forward for a high five. “Bi/Pan solidarity!” Eliott laughed, obliging her.

Lucas addressed Daphné, narrowing his eyes. “I’ll take that as a compliment?”

“You know,” Basile cut in with a small cough, “I am both single and heterosexual. Just in case you forgot, or something.”

“I didn’t forget,” Daphné said with a bright smile. Lucas saw Yann pretend to cough into his arm, hiding a laugh. The small amount of pity Lucas felt for Basile was overshadowed by the fact that Basile really needed to move on. It had been nearly four years, if she wasn’t interested by now, she never would be.

“Hey Daphné,” Eliott drew her attention away from Basile, “Would you be so kind as to take a picture of me and my boyfriend?”

Lucas scrunched his face up at Eliott. They weren’t going to be that couple, were they. Eliott raised his eyebrows back as if to say, Yes we are. Got a problem with it? Somehow, Lucas found he didn’t.

All ten of them hung out together in the courtyard a while after that, messing around and being stupid, two things they did best. Sometimes Lucas thought that Imane and Manon were the only ones who had any sense at all and felt bad for the fact they had to deal with the rest of them all the time. Arthur could have sense when he wanted to, but it mostly went out the window when they were all together.

Lucas couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so hard, lightness in his chest that hadn’t been there for quite a while. He’d taken off his jacket at some point, down to one of his many gray hoodies, and was now looking for where it must have been lying discarded somewhere. “Have you seen my jacket?” he asked Eliott, pulling him along by the hand as he looked.

“I can give you mine if you’re cold,” Eliott offered with a smile.

“No, I just wanted to find it so we could go inside,” he muttered, still looking around.

“Inside?”

“Oh. Yeah,” Lucas blushed, “As fun as this is…” He didn’t finish but he could tell Eliott understood.

Eliott grinned wider. “Someone else can find your jacket, I think.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They paused a moment, looking in each other’s eyes, blocking out everything but one another. “Room of Requirement?” Eliott inquired softly.

Lucas ran his thumb in circles on Eliott’s palm. “Actually, I was thinking we could go back to one of our common rooms. If you want.”

Eliott leaned down to give Lucas a small kiss. “Of course I do.” Lucas leaned his head into Eliott’s chest, face buried in the scarf that Lucas was probably never going to get back, just the way he had hoped. “That doesn’t mean we can’t make a few stops on the way. Perhaps an out of order bathroom…?”

“I like the way you think, Demaury,” Lucas grinned before they both bolted off hand in hand, ignoring the calls of their friends behind them. There was nothing and no one in the world other than Lucas Lallemant and Eliott Demaury. The way it was always meant to be, Lucas thought.

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gastcrrific · 5 years

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fifth member - chapter 1: queen

a/n: i'm pretty excited for this one. hope you enjoy!

so just to note a disclaimer: history itself is connected but they're not really precise! what would be true will be the more known events (i.e. rainbow '74, live aid, some various anecdotes, etc. etc.)

^^^ i may be putting that to every chapter of the story as well.

contains: roger being an annoying lil shit (don't worry it'll go away p soon), a bit of tension.

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1972, 12:50 PM

A week had passed since the last performance and since when the two of you met the band. You were getting along pretty well with the three and so was Deaky.

Everyone in the studio are currently studying their part, Brian and John rehearsing their chords, Roger testing the tempo, meanwhile you and Freddie are discussing about your part.

"So, Y/N, there won't be any piano present in this song, but, you can be part of the backing vocals." Freddie stated, handing you a handwritten copy of the lyrics.

It reads... Liar.

"You can pair with me for a while, since you haven't known the melody yet."

You nod, "Of course!" and found yourself doing a vocal range with him. Thankfully, you were a fast learner and got everything right. One thing you were missing is that you didn't have your own mic.

Freddie gathers everyone to rehearse his newly planned set list, as you followed.

He had already taught you your choreography together with him, which makes it look like both of you are the main focus of the audience.

Finding another mic stand, you try to adjust it to your height, yet one of the clips broke and left you holding the half of it. "This is absolutely fine, is it?" You awkwardly asked, as the singer comes in with the same equipment. "It probably is, B..." Deaky chimed in with your nickname, smiling as he rests his hands on top of his bass. You let out a small laugh and lightly bit your lip from smiling.

B is a running nickname for you that he always used through the years of your own friendship with him. He found it really pleasing and soft to call you that.

Oh how I wish she was mine... He swooned in his thoughts, his cheeks getting flushed.

You were completely nervous about this, even though he was told by Freddie that you and him will be by his side to sing during the bridge of Liar.

Nothing awkward happened, thankfully. The whole rehearsal went smoothly.

"Thank god we finally did it flawlessly!" Freddie flicks his hair, placing his mic stand carefully on top of a large amplifier. Roger huffs his breath out, throwing his drumsticks in the air and catching it in his hands. Brian sets his instrument down and so does Deaky. You also placed your mic stand next to Freddie's, but it had a different color.

You follow your best friend to make your way to the mixing room, but suddenly you didn't see the wire that's hanging from the amplifier. Ever since your habit has grown, you've told your clumsy self, "Once you embarrass yourself, there's no going back." majority of your own accidents always ends up to that. But this one doesn't seem to go that way.

"Oh!–" You exclaim, holding onto someone's arms, unexpecting the impact. Catching your breath and looking up, both of you had an astonished expression.

It was John.

He's holding you in his arms, few inches away from your faces. If it had gotten more closer, your lips would be meeting with his.

A heated tension fills up between the two of you.

Cheeks reddening, you slightly pulled away and stood up gently, "T-thanks, Deaks. God– I should be more careful next time..." Muttering the last part, he softly rubs your shoulder with a reassuring, yet shy smile. "It's okay Y/N... You're welcome." He hummed in the most adorable way possible as he helped you up, and made your heart skip beats.

Witnessing this endearing moment, Roger in the mixing room gives a fishy look at the curly haired guitarist, who's clearly unamused. "No. This is clearly none of your business. They're just friends remember?"

"Yeah but what if they're friends with benefits?" The blonde nagged, causing Brian to gasp in disgust.

The lead vocalist playfully slapped the drummer's shoulder, "Roger, get your fucking mind out of the gutter!" he had his arms crossed and a smug look. "Okay! Okay! I'll stop!"

You and Deaky have finally set foot inside the mixing room just as when the chaotic blonde had gone quiet. Sitting at the velvet textured couch, there was still a tiny amount of tension between the two.

That was your first time getting your clumsiness caught by him. He was never present when you had small accidents, but it sure did felt like you had been egged in the face.

Looking down, nervously fumbling with your own hands and your heartbeat pacing faster, you stutter, "I'm really sorry, John, I always avoid to be this way but I just basically embarrassed myself–"

Suddenly he raises his hand to pull you close and rub your back. Deaky gives you a comfortable grin, "Hey, B, I said it's okay.. You don't have to apologize." and finally, he warmly pulls you into a hug, burying his face to your neck, smelling your fragrant lavender cologne. Startled, you slowly wrap your arms around him, hugging back. "Thank you..."

As you two broke apart, Freddie had let out a noise of excitement which made you look at him. "Tonight, 7:30 PM, at a bar. We should be preparing ourselves soon!" He announced, earning a nod from everyone. "So, you know the drill."

"Roger, be attentive. Don't stare at the audience for too long!" The drummer nods and simply replies with "Alright!"

"Brian, double check your strings and let your inner rockstar out!" The guitarist gently tugs a grin, nodding.

"Deaky, remember to bust out your bass lines. The bassist needs more appreciation!" Your best friend smiled sweetly and nodded as he was flattered.

"And Y/N, you're always one to count on. Be graceful with me onstage!" You can't help but happily smile and giggle at his enthusiasm. "Yes, sir!" You playfully saluted.

6:55 PM, at a well-known bar...

Your band is queued next right after some light polka band is done performing for the audience, everyone's excited, except for one.

Deaky.

You had been noticing him taking deep breaths every minute or so. He tried to seek comfort from you, but to no avail, he never did. Being the good friend you are, you called out for him.

"Hey, Deaks. Everything's gonna go well with our performance, alright? If you think it's gonna go badly, it sure won't. I promise." He listens, calming down. "All you have to do is focus." You smiled fondly, and gave him a warm hug.

Just as the hug ended, the speaker outside had called for your group. "The next performers will be: Queen!"

"Let's kill it, darlings." Freddie mumbled loud enough to hear.

Stepping up on the stage, he greets everyone in the audience and started introducing every single one of you. "And these two lovelies are new ones! Meet Y/N L/N and John Deacon!" He waved and so you did, some people in the audience already likes you and the others despise you.

After the introduction got out of the way, the show has begun. It was only 4 songs so it wasn't too long. Nothing did go wrong in fact. The longer the songs progressed, the more wild the audience got. This was more than what you expected, and so did everyone else in the band.

"Thank you and good evening!"

8:04 PM

Right when the show has been done, all of you are finally in the van, a ride on the way to Freddie's flat. The conversation that he opened was about having to release an album.

"Where would we be getting the money for it then?" Roger stated, going to a sharp turn to right. "How much do you think this van is worth?" The singer questioned, and left the blonde to wonder. "Maybe we can discuss this later, Fred. We'll figure this out."

Reaching the destination, you and Deaky stay outside the front door, just realizing that your shared flat is just a few stops away.

"Deaky and Y/N, why don't you two come in?" He offers, but your friend protested, "It's fine, Freddie, our flat is just two blocks away." You also added "I think we could move there soon and live with the rest of you three." and smiled. "Ah, I see. Stay safe out there dearies!" The two of you bid goodbye, and headed to your shelter.

Finally getting inside, you huffed out your breath, decided to march straight to your own bed and flop on it face first. John quietly giggles while changing to his usual sleepwear, "Missed your bed, hm?" You rotate yourself so you lie down on your back to see him. "Definitely! Actually hold on let me change for a moment." You stood up carefully and changed to comfortable F/C colored pajamas. Not a second you're already back on your bed.

Even with numerous times you've seen Deaky only in his jogging pants and topless, you never stopped blushing. But eventually you manage to hide it from him. You turned off the lamp by your bedside table.

"Deaks, should we start moving at Freddie's tomorrow? It's the weekend tomorrow anyway, isn't it?"

"About that, I think we probably should... We have plenty of time to pack our clothes and other important things in the morning."

"Okay, noted. Goodnight, John!" You softly chuckled.

"Goodnight, Y/N!" He gently laughed.

What else would happen tomorrow?

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dancing-deacon · 5 years

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Mistakes

BoRhap!John Deacon x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

(A/N) Y’all better not come for me for hurting my boy Deaky like this, I already hate myself for doing this to him lol. But I had this idea...may or may not be kinda based off a true-ish story...but anyways I really like this. So, enjoy this angst and saucy stuff, also I know this is hardcore out of character for Roger sorry lol I’m not good with making up OC’s. My messages and inbox always open as usual! If you like please reblog!

Warnings: NSFW at parts, smut, cheating, fluff, angst, swearing, alcohol, backstabbing, this story has it all

Words: 3.2K

Holding your hand up in a fist, shaking, you only need to knock on the door. Your ghostly knuckles rest against the door and you glaze over, thinking about how many time you’ve entered John’s flat and how this last time it will be to break his heart.

You throw back another shot, having lost count a while ago.

“I shouldn’t have agreed to date him, we are so different. He’s...safe. He’s the nice guy.” This came out as mocking. You slump back on the sofa against Roger.

“You’re more badass, maybe the contrast is good.” Roger tries to persuade you, knocking past another drink of his. More than he can count on one hand.

Ignoring him completely, you spew out “He was my closest friend, I felt bad saying no! Plus, I thought I’d lose him altogether, along with you and Brian and Freddie if I didn’t.” You point last him at the door of your flat as if the rest of the guys were there with you. “Plus he kept asking me out, maybe I was desperate? I don’t know.” You try to validate your feelings, as you have been for a while.

“Don’t try to force anything, and you won’t lose us, I promise.” Roger meant this. He stands up shakily, pulling you up after him.

“Thanks, Rog,” you and Roger lean into a hug, you both supporting each other barely able to see straight. You wobble and nuzzle your face into his neck, breathing out into his collarbone. Roger kisses your forehead in an endearing way. Your hands roam to his face, and you glance up at him. His blue eyes seem to beg for you, even though his face showed pity on you and your situation.

Roger moved his hands clumsily across your back, stopping right above the waistband of your pants.

In response to his forehead kiss you lightly brush your lips below his ear, he lets out a small breath, as if to urge your further.

Without thought, you pull his face towards yours slowly, forehead resting on his, enticing him further. You stare at his lips, thin and shiny from the last sip of vodka he had.

Roger is dazed by the dirty thoughts he’s had about you since Deaky first brought you into the group. The right black skirt you had worn with a white fur coat. He wanted you to be wearing that, and only that. He moves his hands down across the curves of your ass, gripping them lightly, biting his lip as he gets distracted by your lips, puckering slightly. You leans in as response. The feeling of his lips on yours makes your stomach burn. Roger was a risk. He was what you needed.

You grab his hair and push his face even harder into yours, begging him for more attention.

Roger picks you up with no trouble, never breaking his tongue from yours. Carrying you across your flat into your bedroom he tosses you onto the bed. You lay there heaving your chest, “Mm, Roger,” you moan out as he stands over you at the edge of the bed.

Roger slips off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. His chest muscles were toned and prominent, more so than John’s. It made you thirsty, craving the rough satisfaction that you know Roger will give you, rather than John who was always gentle and giving. You lean up on your elbows and grab Roger’s belt, pulling him on top of you clumsily. You knock your head into his shoulder, making the room spin more than it already was. You search for his face to connect with yours again. Roger finds yours first, grabbing you hair and pulling your head back away from him, he brushes his lips across yours, pulling back your head when you try to kiss him again, teasing, making your body grind into his in protest.

Your hands start fumbling with his belt, shaking in anticipation of the large bulge in his pants, aching to be satisfied by you.

“Off,” is all Roger can demand out tugging at your top, briefly removing his mouth from the side of your neck, away from the bruises he was leaving in a trail down to the collar. He pulls off your top and swiftly removes your pants, hunger overcoming him for your body.

You loved the demand, Roger wanted to be satisfied, there was no barrier. You were both wasted, wanting your thirst to be quenched.

Roger helps you guide his pants down, showing off his length, “oh fuck,” you gasp out, shocked by what the drummer has been hiding all this time. Roger gives a smirk, eager to please you.

You lay your head back in ecstasy as Roger thrusts into you, moaning out your name. The sound of someone else uttering your name is incredibly satisfying. You claw at Rogers back roughly as he grips onto your arms, leaving light bruises every time he thrust into you. Roger’s pace quickens, both of your moans filling the space of your room, digging your nails deep into his back you came the hardest you ever had, and for that moment, John wasn’t on your mind. Waking up, the room smells of cigarettes and realization. Through your pounding headache and sore throat, the realization of what you have done, and what needs to be done now. Roger’s naked body lays next to you, fast asleep, dreaming of what was a blur from the night before.

Stepping into your bathroom you stare at your body, large bruises cover your neck and arms, there is no possible way of explaining yourself out them. They were sex marks, John had never given them to you. He was a gentle lover, that wasn’t your like though. You needed it hard a rough, as Roger had done the night before. You drop down against the tub, knees to your chest and break out into a full sob. You have to tell John, but it will break his heart, even more than it already was from the argument you had last night, which led you right into Roger’s arms for comfort. Too much comfort.

This was so out of character for both of you, you never cheated, you never even thought about cheating seriously. Sometimes your mind would roam but actions were never taken. And Roger, it was one of his best friends. You know that it would never happen again. You can’t tell John it was Roger, you wouldn’t do that to either of them. It was bad enough already.

You use the back of your hand to vigorously wipe the tears away from your cheeks, which were now numb from the crying. You take a deep breath and walk cautiously into your bedroom, so not to wake Roger. You throw on the first clothes you can find and leave your apartment to walk to Deaky’s.

The wind stings your damp cheeks, but you barely notice, focusing on what you were going to say, you step slowly down the road. Thinking back to when you first met about a year ago.

—

“Is this seat taken?” A perky voice asks, tearing your attention away from the maths equation you been stuck on for half an hour.

You look up to a shaggy haired boy, tall and lengthy, carrying a stack of textbooks.

“Oh, no, it’s all yours.” You gesture to the empty seat next to you. The university library was fairly crowded due to upcoming exams, so sharing a table was no big deal.

He drops his books onto the table, creating a loud boom and creating a gust that sends your paper scattering across the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” he pleads, bending down to help pick up your papers. He collects all the loose work and hands them to you, lightly grazing your hand as he does so. You blush and he gives a small smile.

“Thank you,” Sitting back into your chair you glance at his books, “electronics I see…” The boy nods in agreement.

You tap your pencil against your papers, “Any chance you’re good at math?” He give him a side eye and a sweet smile.

The boy chuckles and nods, “Yeah, I’m John Deacon.”

“(Y/N),” you respond, taking his outstretched hand in yours.

—-

You thought about how after that, you went out for lunch or coffee as much as possible. You grew very fond of him, he was a bright light in your dreary days. Finding out John played bass in bands, drew you closer to him, he brought you to concerts and outings. It gave you something to talk about. After a while, it was almost the only thing you talked about. Even more so when he joined Queen. He brought you with to grow close with Freddie, Roger, and Brian. You’d follow them to concerts, to practice, and even on tour. They were your family, and you could approach them with anything.

You stop at a crosswalk a few blocks from John’s home, waiting for the light to change. A memory flashes of the first interest from John you had heard.

“Deaky totally has it in for her.” Roger teases, setting up the drum set in the corner of the studio.

“How do you even know that?” Brian hesitates, crossing his arms. He was always looking out for you, like a big brother would.

“He told me,” Roger comebacks with, “since he first met her he fancied her. I mean I can see why, who wouldn’t.”

You were outside the studio door, listening in. You had arrived early before John, maybe too early.

You lean against the door a little too hard and it clicks open, Roger and Brian snap their eyes to yours, bugging out of your head.

Roger blushes slightly and turns away so you don’t notice, even though you had heard all of what he said.

Brian whispers, “How much did you hear?”

“John really feels that way?” You were freaked, honestly.

Roger just nods his head lightly. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He instantly regrets saying anything, it wasn’t his secret to share.

You face grows warm and you lean back against the wall of the studio. “Oh no.” Is all you can say. “I don’t think I feel that way about him. I...I don’t even want a relationship…I don’t think.”

Brian and Roger give looks to each other, knowing they made a mistake.

“Why don’t you go home, we’ll tell him something came up.” Brian nods to you, putting his hand on your shoulder and guiding you to the door.

“Alright.” Was all you could say while you thought about all of how you feel and what exactly you wanted.

Stepping across the street and rounding the corner to John’s street, you remember the first kiss you shared. How whenever you spent time with John, you would cuddle up with him, through any movie or late night. It was a habit, you and him were close, mentally and physically. It was a late night recording session. You listened, relistened, and then listened again to the backing track of John’s bass line. Every time he wasn’t happy with it, you’d roll your eyes and laugh, watching him saunter back into the booth to play some more.

“That’s the one I know it.” He finally says, jolting your eyes open from your doze. He plops down next to you on the couch, you lay your head on his shoulder, ready to listen to the track. As the music plays in the background you look up at John, who is mouthing the words. He begins to shake his shoulders to dance, knocking your head around. You pull your head up and hit his shoulder lightly with you hand, laughing because he disrupted your relaxation. You let your hand rest there and watch him, eyes closed and completely lost in the music.

The soft light of the studio is creating an angelic glow around his head. He really was your angel. Your first true friend at university, the one who made you feel most comfortable and most at home while away from home. He brought with him more family, Brian, Freddie, and Roger. Your heart swells at your happiness and you lean in, planting a light kiss on his cheek. John snapped away from the music and smiled at you, face red. Without a word, John leaned in quickly, kissing you on the lips. Caught of guard you kiss him back, lightly. You’re the first to pull away.

You stop at the steps leading up to John’s door. After the kiss, you hadn’t spent much time with him alone. Until he asked you to lunch, afterward, you walk with him home. On these same steps he had asked you to be his girlfriend.

“(Y/N), would you be my girlfriend?” He had said hopefully.

“Sure, John.” You weren’t sure at the time. You’re feelings for him weren’t that strong, but you thought they could possibly grow over time. “I’ll be your girlfriend.” You have a small smile. But it was nothing compared to his. John gave you a small peck on the lips and said goodbye. Leaving you to walk home, contemplating your feelings. They were the same as what you had told Roger last night: you weren’t sure, you’re feelings weren’t strong, you were very different. John was a gentle soul, wanting to give you the world, his desire was to please you. He would buckle over and agree with you, to make you happy. It was incredibly sweet, but that wasn’t what you wanted, you wanted the fight, the give and take that comes with someone who wants the best for you, but the best for themselves too. It didn’t feel perfect as a relationship should.

Walking up the steps, your shaky hand resting your white knuckles against his wooden door. The argument that led you into the previous events.

“I love you (Y/N). You make me so happy.” He paused, smiling sweetly across the dinner table at you. That was the first time he had mentioned love.

You didn’t respond, just stared at the peas on your plate, pushing them around with a fork.

“Maybe one day you can move in here with me, make it easier to bring you to gigs.” He had uncomfortably laughed that out, noticing your silence. “(Y/N), did you hear me?”

You looked up at him, his words running through your mind. “John, I…”

His face dropped. Knowing the words you won’t be saying.

You sigh deeply, looking down again. “I’m not there yet, I’m sorry.” You didn’t know what else to say.

You could see John’s jaw clench.

“John, I don’t think I’ll want to move in with you.” You couldn’t tell him the reason, you didn’t see this relationship in the long term. “I’ll be far from work.” You lied. He knew you too well for you to lie successfully.

“That’s not the reason is it.” He whispers.

“I don’t know John! It’s all just a lot right now! School and work and...and a relationship!” You accidentally shouted out. Face going red with frustration.

John sat back in his chair, now afraid to make eye contact with you. “What are you saying?” He says, flat toned.

“I don’t know I just need space for tonight! I think I need fresh air.” You had removed yourself from the table, grabbing your bag and leaving through his front door. Not looking back at him. The first clear thought you had on the way home was to call Roger, invite him over for drinks, and rant to him, as good friends let each other do.

—

You leave three heavy knocks on the door.

Your stomach felt heavy, your heart racing as the doorknob turned.

Standing in front of you is an obviously sleep deprived John who instantly pulls you into a tight hug. “ I’m sorry for last night, I shouldn’t have pushed you so far.” He apologizes. You loosely hug him back. You wanted the fight, you needed him to not apologize and yell back at you. He never did.

You pull away from his embrace, causing him to raise an eyebrow. You could barely look at him, but he yanks his arms away upon gazing at your neck. Covered completely in hickeys. The look on his face is discuss, followed immediately by him biting his cheek blinking back tears.

“John, I’m sorry.” Is all you can choke out. Tears start to fall from your eyes slowly.

“Don’t.” He hisses out. Taking a step back away from you.

You step forward reaching to grab his hand, but as your fingers graze his he yanks them away, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“John, it was a moment of weakness, I was drunk, I’m so, so sorry.” You choke out between sobs. You needed his comfort, the safety of John and his future.

“Bullshit. That’s not an excuse.” He snaps. Back turned. “Who was it?”

You think of Roger’s sweaty, drunken body hovering over yours, pleasuring you like never before.

“No one,” you lie, “a random guy from a bar.” You squeak your words out, hoping John doesn’t catch your fib.

But he is too heartbroken to notice. He turns toward you eyes never leaving your devoured neck as he spoke, “I’m in love with you.” He utters lowly. Eyes beet red from his tears. You’ve never seen him in so much pain.

“I don’t feel that way. I’ve been trying to, it’s just not working.” Every word is like a punch in the face to him.

“I can’t be with you John. It isn’t right.” You shake your head, relieved to finally be saying the thoughts you’ve had for months. “We want different things.”

John raises his hand over his heart and squeezes his shirt, as if you went in and stabbed him with a butcher knife. He’s silent, tears falling down his cheeks, wetting the collar of his button down.

“Please leave.” He forces out.

“I’m sorry.” You say as you reach behind you, opening the door to the outside world. You never wanted to hurt him as you did. You truly were sorry, if only he would know.

“Don’t say that. If you were...you wouldn’t have done it in the first place.” His words spit out like venom.

You push your loose hair behind your ear and wipe the wetness off your cheek, knowing there’s some truth in what he said. “I hope you find someone deserving of you, John.” Meaning your words, you glance back before shutting the door, but he has already turned away, walking deep into his home.

You shut the door of John’s home, as to your relationship and best friend.

Slowly walking down his concrete steps, you put your hand over your chest as he did, knowing you had truly broken John Deacon’s heart.

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