daemyiel

[daemyiel]

7 19 21 for Roger and reader

"I brought David Bowie."

"Who doesn't like the Beatles?"

Hey, I like U2!"

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13th July, 1985, what a day!

You had been to concerts before, in the UK, US, Korea, Japan. You had been spoilt for choice. But this the king of concerts.

Live Aid

With acts from boomtown rats to phil Collins, and you had a backstage pass, as an "assistant" to Queen you scored an access all areas. The term assistant was used loosely as you was given it as a close friend of the bands who was broke and in need of a job.

So now you was sat in the cramped backstage trailer on a hot July evening with the boys. They all looked nervous, which was strange to see as they could be arragont sometimes.

You fixed your eyes on your fiancè, Roger. He was tapping his fingers on his legs and nursing a neat whiskey. You knew that they would play a great show like always but it seemed the band didnt.

You had been so lost in your thoughts you didnt realise you was being addressed. "(Y/N), you're with me right?" Brain asked.

"Hm?" You replied, breaking out of your trance.

"I stopped talking to a girl cause she didnt like The Beatles."

" Who doesn't like The Beatles?" You questioned.

"This girl apparently." Brian laughed.

"I'm not saying it's not a red flag," John argued, "I'm just saying theres got to be more reasons why you you stopped talking to her."

The conversation continued but your eyes fixated back on Roger, who had hes fingers wrapped around your own. You offered him a soft smile but he didnt catch it.

The band didnt realise you had slipped out, too worried about their performance. This wasnt just their fans, there was bound to be someone who didnt like their music. And they wasnt a fresh band climbing the charts either. The thoughts of failure clouded their minds until you opened the door. "I brought David Bowie." You said cheerfully knowing it would cheer them up, especially Roger, being such a big fan. You remember when the first couple of David's albums was released Roger kept saying about how good they was, and how Bowie was gonna be a big star. He wasnt wrong.

The air of nervousness disappeared and everyone engaged in friendly chatter, until Freddie asked who was on stage. "U2 I think." David replied.

The boys let out a collective groan, partly cause they was on next, and partly because they wasnt fond of their music.

"Hey, I like U2!" You announced making the boys chuckle as you rolled your eyes at them. The laughter made them feel at ease again.

Then there was a knock on the door. David Bowie left with a good luck sent their way and you parted from Roger with a kiss, and took your place with Jim Hutton. For the next 20 or so minutes you witnessed the set Queen had ever played (and Jim's first rock concert)

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[daemyiel]

I'm gonna try writing again , maybe with Metallica and mötley crüe too. Please send some in

Prompt list

"I am not cute!" "Aww your even cuter when your angry."

"I really need chocolate."

"I miss him so damn much"

"F**k You!"

*screams in the distance* "is he /she Okay?" "Yea he's/she's fine"

"Listen to this you'll love it"

"I brought David Bowie."

"I need time."

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Do you ever button your shirts all the way up?"

"Only for pretty girls."

"Oh sh*t!"

"You're a genius!"

"I-I just can't."

"Can we just lay here for a while?"

"I am the scrabble master!"

"Do you want some cheese on toast?"

"That's your record collection?"

"Who doesn't like the Beatles?"

"He was kinda hot in the 80s."

Hey, I like U2!"

"I miss him."

"Heh, that's from Shrek."

"There's always time to f**k it up."

"I always knew we'd end up in the back of a police car together."

"Oh shut up."

"Are you drunk?"

"I can't believe he's gone."

"No you can't take him away from me."

"My poor baby."

"Why didn't you just ask for help?"

"Hold that thought and come with me."

"There are no heroes."

"I'm sorry I didn't know."

"Is he Okay."

"He keeps asking for you."

"What's that weird noise?"

"I can't take this anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I would have liked to know you, but I was just a kid."

"F**k everyone else."

"You guys hug too much."

"I believe in you."

"He's just too cute."

"He's gone."

"I can't believe you done this."

"It hurts"

" I thought I could do this."

"Would I lie to You?"

"Punch a mirror? 7 years of bad luck? Nah life is already bad."

This is my prompt list. I will write for Queen, the borhap boys and my time travel oneshot series (I really need to name that) I DO NOT WRITE SMUT! I will write reader (except with the unnamed time travel series) But it can just be the boys. 20 and 23 might have some issues with time but I'll work it in of you really want it. Please send some, I need motivation. Also thank you to @anuknowha for the last one, you might recognise it xx

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[daemyiel]

Against all Odds

A/N: okay so this is obviously based on the Phil Collins song, but threes so much emotion in it, I just hope I captured some of it in this fic.

No warnings just Ben angst and lots of it.

Ben had stood in silence watching you take your last boxes out of the apartment that you used to share. It was unsettling, Ben being so quiet. You expected anger, or negotiations to try and get you to stay, anything. You didn't expect silence. "Well, this is the last one." You say breaking Ben out of his trance. His sad green eyes met yours. And you look away as tears gather in your eyes. He chewed on his bottom lip indicating that he is thinking something over. As you to walk away he speaks, and you pause with your back facing him. 

"You know ever since you left I've been asking myself the same question."  His voice sounded different. It was laced with thick emotion, and his eyes had averted to the floor. This did not seem like Ben, he wasn't  being playful, he didn't radiate calmness, he didn't wear a smile, he didn't seem like the Ben you know and once loved at all. 

"How could I just let you walk away? It's been eating away at me for days on end. How could I let you walk away? You are the only person that really knows me. The real me, when I'm not in front of a camera or in an interview. You saw the Ben that no one else gets to see. I don't… I Didn't pretend with you. 

But then I had another question." his tongue swiped across his bottom lip as his eyes locking onto you. " How could you just walk away from me? We've shared so much. We've shared love, and wonderful, amazing memories that were the best days of my life. And we've shared tears, horrifying, heart-breaking moments that we didn't know if we could get through. But we did, because we had each other, and that was enough. We got through them with the promise and hope of those wonderful amazing days. And now we'll never have those again. And all I can do is watch you leave. 

So look at me. Take a look at me now. Take a look at our place. " He sounded like he was on the verge of tears now."It's just empty space. There's nothing left here to remind me of you. Your taking every part with you. I just have the memory of your face." A single tear slipped down Ben's cheek. "and you coming back to me is against all odds, but it's all I have to face. Even though I know there is absolutely no chance." Ben let out an unsteady breath as more tears steadily followed the first. 

"I wish I could make you turn around and see me cry. Because there is so much I need to say to you. And so so many reasons why. We were together so long I was happy being me with you. You, the only person I didn't have to act in front of. You are such a big part of me and my life. This place feels so big and empty now that I feel like I'll be crushed by its mammoth size. All I have here are memories. Memories of you. Of us. And all I can do now is wait. Wait for you and thats what I've got to face." 

Ben could feel his heart being broken up inside his chest, as more tears raced down his face. "So please, just turn around and look at me because I'll still be standing here, waiting. And I know that you coming back to me is against all odds but its a chance I have take." Ben waited for you to turn around, to just look at him, but you didn't. 

" Just take a look at me now. "

[daemyiel]

Brian May is the kind of boyfriend that would buy you one of those lockets that has a picture of the exact phase the moon was in the night you met for your first anniversary.

#not my gif

[daemyiel]

New fic idea

Send me some songs (either on this post, as a message, or an ask) you'd like to hear, Rami, Gwil, Joe and Ben sing to on a road trip. And I'll try and write a decent fic of it.

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[daemyiel]

Rather buy me a new carburetor

Roger has been in a foul mood all day and the band couldn't figure out why. He came in late, later than Freddie, slammed the door, and rowed with everyone. "Roger stop this bullshit!" Freddie shouted at him after rowing with Brian over nearly nothing at all. "I don't know what's going on with you but don't bring it into the studio." Roger stared Freddie down, and for a second Freddie thought he was going to get hit. But instead Roger stormed out, a silence following the slamming of yet another door.

Everyone in the studio was silent unsure of what to do. When John eventually followed the drummer when no one else moved.

Deaky found Roger leaning against the brick wall outside, his head tipped back and his eyes closed. He slowly approached the drummer unsure whether he wanted to be left alone or not. "What's the matter, mate?" John asked softly.

Roger looked at deaky and sighed. "Me and Elizabeth had a row earlier and she finished with me."

"Rog why didn't you tell us?"

"Because I just wanted to get some work done, this album is important I didn't want to delay it."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just annoyed I guess. I knew we wouldn't last forever, to be honest I was thinking of finishing it anyway, but... it's daft don't worry."

"I'm sure it's not Roger just tell me."

"No it is. We had a row because I told her I couldn't take her out for a while because I needed to buy a carburetor and it's gonna skint me. And she threw a fit and told me it was over between us."

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What?!"

"I told you it was daft."

"Roger is she a div? She does realise that you need your car working, right?" John laughed a little.

"Obvisouly not." Roger smiled a little at John who was clearly trying not to laugh.

"Come on, we'll finish up in here and go out for a drink. Who knows you might get another bird." John suggested.

"Yeah I probably will." Roger replied with a cocky smirk.

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[daemyiel]

Only the Brave

A/N: BIG SPOILERS FOR ONLY THE BRAVE. I just watched the film and I'm still crying, I was not ready.

Ben walked in after a day of work. It wasn't too late so he assumed that you would still be up, you usually watch some tv or a film. What he didn't expect was you crying on the sofa. His face dropped and he ran to you, wrapping an arm around you. "Sweetheart what's wrong?" Worry was woven into his tone as he searched your eyes to see if he could tell what was making you upset.

"I watched Only the Brave." You sniffed.

"I thought there was something wrong." He sighed, relaxing.

"There is. You, and Thanos and Leckie. And poor Sarah from Labyrinth." Your bottom lip stuck out and tears pooled in your eyes. "I am not okay."

Ben pulled you into his chest, and a small smile pulled at his lips at your references. "Do you want to watch something else to cheer you up?" You nodded in reply. "What do you want to watch?" His hand lightly dancing up and down your spine.

"Borhap." You mumbled into his t-shirt.

"Alright." He laughed, getting up to find your beloved DVD. "Any particular reason?" He joked.

"Not really. But I do find the drummer really hot." You smiled at him, already feeling a little better.

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[daemyiel]

He's not my boyfriend

My ask messed up and someone, I can't remember who, requested this a while ago. I hope whoever that was finds this and likes it.

You knew Roger liked you. Everyone knew Roger liked you. He didn't exactly try to hide it. He had tried to ask you out a few times but you found ways and excuses out of it.

You had very confusing feelings towards the drummer. He was pretty, sure. And you enjoyed spending time with him. But, you were unsure whether you wanted to take your relationship beyond friends. You knew Roger could have any girl he wanted, so why you? Honestly, you were scared. What if he took you out and found you boring? And then what if he didn’t want to speak to you again? You liked Roger but you knew he wasn’t completely faithful, you would absolutely heartbroken if he cheated on you. Not to mention, if you two did become a thing and it didn’t work out you shared the same friends, it would divide them. You were scared of all the possible outcomes. And you were scared about actually falling for him. That feeling was new to you and scary.

These unwanted thoughts kept troubling your mind so you distracted yourself with work. You worked at the local record shop and you loved it. But today business was a little slow, so you kept yourself occupied by tidying all the records, then rearranged them, then wondered about doing anything you could.

“Your boyfriend’s coming in again.” Michael, your co-worker said amusingly as Roger was about to walk in. The drummer had picked up an annoying habit of visiting you at work, although he did usually buy something you found that wasn’t the point.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You huffed as you walked into the backroom to sort things out and distract yourself from the blonde.

“Not with that attitude he won’t be.” Michael half joked. Roger nodded to Michael and headed to the rock section of the shop. “don’t deny that you wouldn’t like to go out with him.” Michael spoke quieter, following you.

“I just... I don’t know, there’s so much to analyse and...” you tried to explain yourself.

“alright I get it, your confused, but listen to me if you get the opportunity, take it.” Michael walked back out front. You heard him and Roger talking and you continued working. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him, It was just that you had to figure it all out without him making your stomachs flutter with just a smile. “Roger wants you.” Michael broke you out of your daydream.

“tell him I’m working and I can’t.” Michael rolled his eyes but quoted you back to the drummer. But you didn’t hear the rest.

Forty minutes had passed and Michael walked towards you in fake annoyance. “He keeps asking for you.” Michael had told Roger to stay, he wanted you to go out to him.

“Roger,” You sighed, “what’s the matter?” you were a bit annoyed, but that disappeared when you saw the drummer, although you tried to hide that from him.

A lopsided smile took over his face , the type where one side of his lips curved up more than the other. Seeing him smile make you want to, but you didn’t. “when’s your break?” he asked causally.

“Uh-"

“Now, actually.” Michael interrupted. It was actually in half an hour, and you knew of you corrected Michael he would insist that you go, and practically push you out the door.

“Let me just grab mg things.” You smiled.

You and Roger made your way to your usual spot. A small cafe where the food wasn't great, but it was cheap.

“What are you doing tonight?” Roger asked leaning forwards on the table, after you both finished your food.

“Depends, what have you got in mind?” you replied and mimicked his position. You realised that you were close enough to kiss, then quickly dismissed the thought out of your mind.

“Me and the boys have got a gig down the coast, we're staying for the weekend, I- we,” he quickly corrected himself, “were wondering if you wanted to come with us?”

You could go, it had been a while since you had a proper break from everything and you did like to get out of London every now and then. However, you were working Monday morning, and you didn’t have a lot of money to go.

Roger could see your mental debate on your face. “come on it would give you a good chance to get to know John more.” John had joined the band not too long ago and had only dine a couple of gigs with the band. “you know we can’t have a new member without your approval.”

You smiled at Roger’s comment. Every time they got someone to play bass the band would want an outside opinion. You’d go to the first gig or rehearsals, get to know the guy and decide whether you thought he was good enough. “Yeah that last guy was terrible.” You laughed, making Roger smile a little.

“so you’ll come?” Roger asked hopefully.

“I’ll think about it.” You both stood up to leave.

“Great. I’ll be round tomorrow morning to pick you up.” Roger clearly thought that when you said you’d think about it, you meant you were defiantly going. He gave you a big grin before walking in the direction towards Kensington Market, which was the opposite way of the record shop.

The next morning you had the day off, and you were enjoying it as much as you could, starting with some catch up sleep. That was until you heard someone banging on your door. Annoyed, you wrapped your dressing gown around yourself and shuffled to your door. “What?” you said in a mood as you yanked the door open, to be met with a happy Roger facing you.

“I knew you’d be asleep.” He said, proud of himself as if you said that you wouldn’t be.

“So why are you here?” you stood to the side letting him in.

“You didn’t let me finish, I brought food.” He smirked holding up a Tesco shopping bag, and walking into your kitchen. “I didn’t have enough for all the ingredients so we’re having more of a half English instead of a full English.” You followed him, still trying to wake yourself up a bit. “knowing you,” he continued, “you haven’t packed, so I’ll cook and make tea and you can get yourself ready.”

“Rog.” You broke him out of his monologue.

“Yep?” he turned around, facing you, he looked so happy and excited.

“I never said I was going.” His smile dropped.

“Oh. I just thought you would have called if you couldn’t, and since you didn’t I... I’ll still you cook for you.” He offered.

“I would love to go Rog, it’s just I’ve got work Monday, and I’ve got to pay rent on Tuesday, I could do with this shift.” Roger looked down.

“what time is the shift?” he asked, clearly thinking about something, coming up with a plan.

“I’m opening, so seven in the morning.” You we’re upset, you really wanted to go, but you had to go to work.

“we was coming back Monday morning.” The drummer said quietly, almost more to himself than you. “What if I drive you home Sunday night?”

“Roger you have a gig Sunday night.”

“I know but it’s early, we start at six.”

“Roger I can’t.”

“Why? Why can’t you. I’ve told you it’s no problem driving you back I don’t mind, I feel like we’ve both been working so much lately we haven’t seen each other that much. I just want to spend some time with you and you won’t let me. I don’t get why your being so awkward about it. Is it so bad that I’m making an effort for a girl I like?” Roger didn’t realise what he let slip at the end if his rant until your eyes widened. He closed his eye and let out a breathe.

“You like me?”

“ Uh... Well... um... Yeah.” He confirmed looking down.

“Oh Rog.” Roger misjudged your tone to be sympathetic.

“No don’t do that, don’t be sorry. Obviously I misjudged everything, I thought you liked me too, you must have just been using me.”

“Roger I always thought you were cute.”

“I’m not cute.” Anger and confusion still cursing through him.

“aww your even cuter when your angry.” You smiled at him. That was when Roger realised that he had been wrong, and a smile took over his face. “so do you always throw tantrums for girls?”

“only for pretty girls.” He smirked.

A small laugh escaped your lips. “are you still making me breakfast?”

“of course.”

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[daemyiel]

Masterlist

prompt list

PROMPTS

Chocolate Solves Everything

Responsibilities 

Drunk Drummer

ONESHOTS

Seaside Rendezvous

Can I Rant?

Missing Ben 

SERIES

Prologue

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[daemyiel]

Drunk Drummer

This is for @qwueenloverrrrr122222 so sorry it took so long love, hope you like it.

Also tagging @anuknowha for support and feedback and just being a great friend, love you❤

If anyone wants to be added to to a tag list comment on this post or dm me.

Also a big thank you to anyone who liked, reblogged or even read my previous fics, I love you all so much, cause honestly I thought my writing is a load of crap.

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You looked yourself over in the mirror to make sure everything was in place. You had your hair curled and let most of it fall down your back and shoulders except for a few locks that you had pinned back to keep out of your face. You wore red lipstick with glitter in it and covered your eyelids with dark blue and black sparkly eyeshadow finished off with perfect winged eyeliner that Freddie taught you to do a few weeks ago. Your black shoes matched your eyeshadow and your dress, Oh your dress was magnificent. It was the same colour as the blue in your eyeshadow and stopped just above the knee. It was fitted in all the right places to show off your figure, but also lose enough to be comfortable dancing in. You felt like a goddess in this outfit and now you couldn’t wait to strut around Freddie’s party and show how beautiful you felt, it didn’t happen often so it would be nice to bask in the attention for once.

You picked a carrier bag and a small black bag that contained some money, your lipstick for, reapplying throughout the night, and your keys. You decided that you would walk to Freddie’s and get a taxi home, you didn’t have a ton of money and two taxi trips would cost too much so you decided that you’d get one on the way home when it’s late and you’d most defiantly be drunk.

Walking up the stairs to Freddie’s apartment you could hear the music increase each flight of stairs you climbed.

When you opened Freddie’s door it was like opening a portal to magical world. There was people everywhere squeezed into the small amount of area, loud music was vibrating you ribs, the smell of alcohol was in the air, and you knew soon the taste would be in your mouth as well.

You spotted Freddie stood in a circle with three other people. As you walked closer you recognised them to be his band mates, you had met them a few times before and started to get to know them, but they had never seen you at a party.

“(Y/N)! Darling!” Freddie wrapped his arms around you tightly. The other settled for a simple hello. “What’s that?” He asked pointing to the carrier bag.

“I bought David Bowie.” You opened the bag to show him the albums.

Roger’s face lit up. “You're brilliant! What are you drinking,” the smile staying on his face, but not his usual cocky grin.

“Vodka and coke, thanks.” You replied as he started to move thorough the crowd.

“You’ve made someone very happy.” Brian said as you redirected your attention back to the group. “He’s a big fan of Bowie, finds it frustrating that other people don’t like him as much as he does.”

“I know the feeling.” You laughed.

Roger returned with your drink. “come on let’s get them records on.” The blonde smiled as he took your hand and led you to Freddie’s record player. Roger flicked through your small collection and smiled when he found the one he desired.

You had a great time talking and drinking with the boys. Sometimes Brian, Freddie or John would walk away to talk to other people they knew. But Roger didn’t. He really enjoyed talking about David Bowie with you, when people came up to him he’d introduce you to them and include you in the conversation. You appreciated this greatly, you didn’t feel left out.

When the group was back together everyone was drunk. “I NEED A PISS!” Roger shouted over the music, in the middle of a conversation.

“GO THEN!” You laughed at him. You continued a conversation with Freddie and John and didn’t notice Brian sneak off.

A few moments later you heard Roger scream. “is he okay?” you asked Freddie then you heard Brian’s laughter.

“Yeah he’s fine. I think Brian just scared him.” Freddie replied. Then you heard Roger called Brian a bastard and you Freddie and John stared laughing. Roger and Brian returned and Roger saw you laughing, “Fuck off.” He joked.

A few moments later your favourite song started playing. “dance with me.” You grabbed Roger leaving no time to argue.

You danced for a song or two , and then a very drunk Deaky walked up. “You're shit at dancing!” He told Roger as he pulled him away from you and took Roger’s place. This made you laugh, louder and uglier than you would have if you were sober but you didn’t care. Roger playfully rolled his eyes and went to refill his drink.

John was one Hell of a dance partner you could barely keep up. You laughed, drank, and sung the lyrics at the top of your voice. But unfortunately the party game to an end. You, Freddie , Roger, John and Brian stayed up after everyone was gone. Cleaning up a little so it was less for Freddie in the morning, then talking, and eventually sat in silence almost falling asleep.

Brian made the first move by accepting defeat and going home. He hugged the other four, mumbled a goodbye and walled out.

“Deaks are you staying?” Freddie asked sleepily.

“Yeah.” He yawned back.

“I best get going.” Roger stood and stretched his back out.

“Me too.” You mumbled.

“Wanna split a taxi?” Roger asked picking up both his and your coat.You didnt live that far away from eachother, roger was a ten minute walk away. You hummed a yes and nodded your head. A chorus of good nights was said and you and Roger left.

The tiredness really hit you when you got in the taxi. And it seemed to get to Roger too because in almost no time at all he was asleep with his head resting on your shoulder. You smiled at him and rested your cheek on the top of his head, his soft hair brushing against your face.

The taxi pulled up to your flat and Roger hadn’t moved. “Roger.” You called hoping he’d wake up. “Rog come on.” You tried a bit louder, but no luck. “Roger wake up.” You shrugged you shoulder. He slowly lifted his head and moaned.

“m’tired.” He rubbed his eyes, barely opening them.

“Do you want stop with me?” You offered, paying the driver.

“Are you sure?” He yawned, his eyes half open.

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t. C'mon.” You grabbed his hand guided him out of the taxi with you. He was tired and drunk so he slung his arm around your shoulder for support when he started to walk.

You opened the door to your flat and guided the drummer to the sofa. He sank into it and laid his head on the back. “I’ll get it sorted in a minute I'm just gonna get my makeup off and change.”

“M’kay.” You grabbed your pyjamas and walked to the bathroom. “(Y/N)?” Roger’s voice echoed through the halls.

“What?” you washed a particularly tough spot of eyeshadow off.

“Do you mind if I smoke?”

“No, of course not.”

After you were changed you gathered up the extra pillows and blankets for Roger. Roger poked his head around your door frame as you found the last pillow. “is it alright if I have a bit water? My mouth is so dry.”

“the glasses are in the cupboard above the sink. And Rog don’t ask next time.” He smiled and walked off.

You dumped the blankets and pillows on t he sofa and saw Roger go into the bathroom. By the time you finished arranging it properly he still hadn’t come out.

You stood outside the bathroom door and knocked twice. “Rog, you alright?” He hummed in response, but you weren’t convinced. “You sure?” you heard him gag before he could respond “I’m coming in.” You opened the door to see the drummer slumped over with his head in the toilet bowl.

He looked up to you with sorry in his eyes “m'sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Rog don’t worry we’ve all done it.” You knelt down next to him and rubbed his back as he was sick again. He moaned and leaned back against the wall perpendicular to the toilet. “Better?” you slowly rubbed his arm. He nodded. “Do you want to try and move?” He nodded again.

You sat him on your bed while you went to get him a glass of water. When you returned he was slumped against your headboard asleep. “Rog, honey. Come on wake up just for two seconds.” He slowly woke up and drank the water you handed him. Whole he was drinking you decided on letting him sleep in your bed tonight and you take the sofa. You undone the buttons on his shirt, which wasn’t hard because he had only had half of them done up anyway. He only questioned you when you asked him to take his arms out

“Now Roger listen you need to sleep on your side.” You didn’t want him choking on his own sick. He snuggled down into your bed, and fell asleep within seconds.

You left Roger and stood staring at the blankets, still worried about Roger. You sighed and gathered up the pillows and blankets. You quietly opened the bedroom door and pushed the blankets and pillows against Roger’s back to make sure he didn’t roll on his back. Then you pushed your back against the makeshift wall just to be certain. Satisfied that Roger was not going to roll over in his sleep you finally drifted off.

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[daemyiel]

prompts 36 & 3? :)) angst to fluff?

I'm so sorry it took so long but I decided to do this with Roger and I didn't want to rush the story I had in my head.

It was late. You had put your son Chavez to bed hours ago and had tried yourself to fall asleep. But your stupid mind wouldn’t let you rest. You were worried about your boyfriend, Roger. He had gone out drinking with his band. Again. You didn’t usually mind, he deserved to have fun, he worked hard, but he’s been going out quite a lot recently. Between going out and work you had only seen him drunk or nursing a hangover. His son had seen him less. That last thought made you angry at Roger. Chavez idolized his father. When Roger was on tour Chavez would get so upset if he missed one of Roger’s calls. On the last album Chavez cried so much that Roger ended up taking him to the studio almost everyday.

It was half three in the morning when he stumbled through your bedroom door. “Why are you awake?” He asked when he realised you wasn't asleep.

“Because I was wondering when you’d decide to come back.” You said with nearly no emotion in your voice. He managed to strip to his boxers and get into bed without causing any serious harm to himself.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, crawling in her the covers. You were but if you said anything now he would apologise way too much and not go to sleep for a while, only to forget about it completely tomorrow when he is sober.

“No. I was just worried.” You lied.

“I didn’t mean to worry you.” He mumbled into your hair and wrapped his arms around you.

Roger had to be in the studio again, they had booked it for dinner time so everyone had enough time to get rid of their hangovers. The sun was shining and a soft summer breeze drifted through the air, it was perfect, so you decided to take Chavez to the park. But first you had to talk to Roger.

When you got up to make breakfast he was still in a deep sleep. When you were dressing Chavez you could hear him being sick in the bathroom. He came down stairs at eleven, looking like a zombie. “You missed breakfast.” You stated. Roger could tell something was wrong. He knew you were mad at him but you were trying to stay calm for the sake of your son.

“I’m not hungry.” His voice was raspy . His throat sore from being sick. He poured himself a big mug of coffee and mixed some sugar in before heavily sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs.

“Have you had any Paracetamol?” you asked getting the toaster out again and putting two slices of bread in for your hungover boyfriend. You thought about letting him do it himself but decided not to.

“yeah.” He had both hands wrapped around the coffee mug like is was the only thing keeping him alive. The next few minutes was spent in silence as you waited for the toast to pop, then you buttered it and placed it in front of him . You even cut both slices in half.

“come on little man,” you said to your son, breaking the silence. “Why don’t you go play with the new toys uncle Freddie got you.” And you led him into the living room. Now Roger knew his was in trouble. Big trouble. You only took Chavez into another room because you wanted to talk to Roger. And not the nice kind of talking either. He sighed and continued eating his toast, there was no way out of this, he just had to wait for you to come back.

You walked back into the kitchen to find Roger finishing off his toast. He had been hungry, you were right. You sat down after him wondering how to start the conversation off. “Are you going out for drinks tonight?”

“Not that I know of.” Roger had no idea What you wanted to talk about. He thought you were going to row with him but this seemed normal, too normal.

“Look Rog,” there it is, he thought, he didn’t know what he done wrong. The best thing was just to let you say what you had to, and see what he could do, come to a compromise or something. “I know you’ve been working hard and you deserve to relax and go out and enjoy yourself with the boys. But does it have to be so often.” Your voice was soft but with seriousness woven in. “You can have a drink, but do you have to drink so much? You don’t have to get absolutely shitfaced to have a good time, you can have a few and still enjoy yourself. I feel like I barely see you, and when I do I’m only taking care of you, either helping you get to bed because your so drunk, or trying to help you with your hangover. And it’s worse for Chavez. He loves you so much and he rarely see’s you now.” Roger looked down embarrassed. You took a deep breathe and ran you hand through you hair. “I know we had Chavez young and neither of us were prepared. And I knew you were the type to go out and have fun, and that energy is what drew me to you,” Roger’s eyes met yours again. “But when I told you I was expecting you told me. You promised me you’d look after us. I love going out with you, I love the wild parties. But I haven’t been to many because I have responsibilities now, we both do. Chavez is the most important person in our lives right now, and he really misses you . For his sake just cut down on the parties, please.” You practically begged him.

“I didn’t realise. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.” Roger looked you in the eye and you could see how sorry he was. “I’ll do better I promise. How about I blow off the studio and come with you to the park?” Roger half smiled a thing he dose when he’s request something like this. Like the time he told the boys he couldn’t meet them because he was ill when he actually took you out.

“Roger no you can’t do that. See if you can get tomorrow off or something.” You smiled back. As much as you wanted him to come he couldn’t let the band down.

You were in luck however, not twenty minutes after, John rang to tell Roger not to bother to come because Freddie said he was too hungover and Brian had only just woken up.

Chavez never left Roger side all day. He didn’t let go of Roger’s hand on the way to the park, and they had a consistent conversation the whole journey. At one point they giggled at something said (their laughs almost similar) and when you asked what they were laughing about they responded with a nothing in unison in a tone that you knew meant the were planning something mischievous.

They were walking slightly ahead of you holding hands. Chavez looked so small in comparison to his father. You took this moment to take a photo with your trusty camera that you have with almost everywhere. Your memory tended to fail you and you find that pictures helped keep them securely in your mind.

When the trio reached the park Chavez instantly ran to the slide and Roger was in pursuit. They run around for ages , switching from one thing to another. They have too much energy, you thought as Roger was now chasing the mini version of himself to the climbing frame.

When it got to dinner time none of you wanted to leave the park so you ventured off and bought back some sandwiches, drinks and some crisps from the shops. You had to tell the boys to stop and eat and then they could run riot again. You watched with love as Roger helped Chavez eat and opened his crisp packet for him, all the anger you felt towards Roger had dissolved now. Within fifteen minutes they were up and running about again, leaving you to clear up the rubbish. You picked up their empty crisp packets and noticed that they both left the crust of their sandwiches.

You ended up spending the whole day at the park. Sometime after dinner Roger walked back to the shop to buy a loaf of bread to feed the ducks while you convinced your son to drink some more juice.

You managed to get a really good photo of Roger and Chavez feeding the ducks. They soon realised that if a while slice of bread was thrown in the ducks would swarm in and try to get a hold of the biggest piece. The lucky duck that did manage to get it would swim away as fast as it could. Your son and boyfriend found this highly amusing.

“Do ducks have ears?” Roger thought out loud, after all the bread had been used up rather quickly as they both kept tossing whole slices in the water instead of ripping it apart. You was about to tell him that all birds have ears, you just can’t see them. “They must do, otherwise how could hear the other ducks.” He answered his own question.

You started heading back home just as the sun started to set. Just like the walk up Roger and Chavez was walking in front of you. Well Roger was walking, Chavez was sat in his father’s shoulders after complaining about how tired he was. You let yourself get lost in thought as you gazed at them. The setting sun in front of the duo reflecting off their blonde hair cast the illusion of the pair having golden halos. You laughed at this thought because you knew of all people that they could be devil’s if they wanted to. Nevertheless, you picked up you camera and took a magnificent photo, that would become one if your favourites.

It had been two days since your little family outing to the park. Roger had to go back to the studio. You felt happy. Since the talk you had with Roger everything was fine. It had simply been a small bump in the road and one you’d both probably forget about and replace with happy memories, like the ones you had from the park. Everything was right again.

You should have known it wouldn’t have lasted long.

8:30pm

You put Chavez to bed. Made yourself a cup of tea and continued reading Lord of the Rings. The pages were soft and there was many stains in various pages that told that the book was well read many times. There was even a stain in the cover where you accidently spilt tea on it.

Roger and the boys had a few things to wrap up at the studio it wouldn’t take them too long Brian had mentioned the pub, but they wasn’t sure if they were actually going or not.

9:45pm

You shifted in the arm chair as you had become uncomfortable and decided that you would read in bed. You figured that with the boys not being in the studio for so long they probably had a lot of work to get done.

The band had gone to the pub in the end, the Nags Head their favourite. Freddie said that he couldn’t have too many because he was taking Chavez and little Deacons out the next day. Roger had also said that he was going to go steady tonight, but didn’t say that is was because he got told off.

11:14pm

You had reached the end of another chapter and your eyelids grew heavy so you decided sleep was necessary and that Roger would be back soon. They should be finished or finishing up by now, but the studio wasn’t exactly just around the corner for you and Roger, so he was most likely to be back late. Although it already was late.

They were a few rounds in and starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Freddie had now switched to soft drinks and starting to think about when he should leave. One of the other band members, Roger couldn’t remember who, had brought shots over to the table. “Rog weren't you going to go steady?” Freddie asked Roger, hoping that the would refuse the shot.

“I am, but one won’t hurt.” He downed the alcohol straight after saying this.

1:34am

You had been in a restless sleep all night. You rolled over to see Roger’s side if the bed untouched. Now you were beyond angry. You knew what he had done. He’d gone out and not even bothered to call you. You felt so stupid. He had tricked you into thinking that he would stick to his promise by being the ideal boyfriend and father for three days, then turns around and does what you asked him not to do.

Freddie had left to go home just before midnight. A couple of drinks for Roger had turned into many and if he continued at the pace he was going he probably wouldn’t be able to stand properly, let alone walk home.

4:23am

Roger finally makes it home. You were in a half sleep kind of trance, anger and worry not letting you fully rest. You heard your drunk boyfriend trip on his way up the stairs and curse. You heard his shoulder being dragged across the hallway, obviously trying to stay upright. You heard him fumble with the door handle before he was coordinated enough to actually open it. He stumbled forward nearly falling over. Kicked off his shoes. Pulled his shirt over his head. And passed out, face first on his side of the bed. You shook your head and managed to get some sleep now in the knowledge that he was home and safe. Well he wouldn’t be safe tomorrow when the felt the wrath of (Y/N).

You got up at nine. Chavez was tired so he had sleep longer in the morning. Freddie was coming soon to get him so you best get up. You glanced to your left to see Roger face down on top of the covers, in the same position he was when he stumbled home last night.

You got Chavez washed and dressed knowing that Freddie would be here any minute. (It was ten minutes past the time he said he would come, but you expected him to be late anyway) You was in the kitchen washing up breakfast, that once again Roger had missed, when Chavez run to his room to find the perfect toy to take with him today.

While Chavez was deciding between a red sports car that his dad got him or the fluffy duck that Freddie got him he heard his dad moving about in bed. The three year old didn’t see him at all yesterday, quickly making his decision he grabbed the duck and ran into his parents bed room wanting to see his dad.

Roger felt like someone had placed one of the massive speakers from tour in his head and any little sound was amplified way too loud making his head throb. The small amount of light sneaking in through the curtains was like sharp daggers adding to the pain in his head.

He heard Chavez coming. He could hear him running. He willed that he didn’t come in Roger just wanted to sleep some more and try and get better once the house was silent.

But it didn’t work. Chavez jumped on the bed next to Roger repeating his name. “Chavez stop.” Roger moaned at him. The three year old didn’t. “Chavez I mean it. Go to your mother.” Roger raised his voice slightly, getting annoyed.

“But daddy I haven’t seen you and wanted to sho-"

“CHAVEZ FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!” Roger’s temper had got the better of him, and for a moment there was complete silence. That was broke by the sobs coming from the small child that only wanted his father’s company.

You heard Roger shout from the kitchen. You knew Chavez could be a handful sometimes but Roger had never shouted like that at him. You opened the door to see Chavez crying his heart out and a guilty Roger trying to reach out for him. But Chavez ignored Roger and held his arms out to you. You glared at Roger as you picked up your son. He hurried his head into your shoulder as you carried him out.

He was sobbing whilst repeatedly apologising. Whatever happened it wasn’t Chavez’s fault. When he was in trouble he didn’t cry he tried to get out of it. He only cried if he was scared. “Chavez baby you didn’t do anything wrong okay, daddy didn’t mean to shout at you.” You lied. You had to he thought he done something terrible.

After a couple of minutes he stopped crying and Freddie rolled up to pick up his Nephew. He could tell something was wrong but decided against mentioning it.

Freddie had always said if you ever needed to you could stay at his, always. You never thought you would have to take him up on his offer. After Freddie took Chavez out you stormed up stairs with all the fury you would ever muster. You and Roger argued. And like any agreement things from way back in the past got dragged up, unnecessarily opening old wounds. You both cursed and screamed until You was blue in the face. The monstrous fight ended with tears from both parties and you with Chavez staying with Freddie still nearly two months later.

There had been a few calls from Roger that you ignored and he would ask Freddie about you when they saw each other, but the calls ceased and the meet ups with any band member became few. So much that the boys were worried.

Freddie had told you that he was going to Roger with Brian and John. You were fine with it, how could you not be. Freddie was still Roger’s friend after all, and you can’t control Freddie. But Freddie had been gone for a good few hours and you was starting to get worried.

When Freddie did come back he looked tried. He sat down next to you and sighed. Chavez was put in bed not long ago and silenced engulf the both of you. “Freddie what’s wrong?” you asked barely above a whisper, something had to be wrong, you had to know if it was this serious.

Freddie paused before answering, thinking over his words before speaking them. “He isn’t looking after himself properly.” He was looking everywhere but in your eye.

“What’s New? That was the problem, he doesn’t look after himself and doesn’t care about the effect on other people. People who care about him.” This time you adverted your gaze.

“No this is different.” You met Freddie’s eye. “it’s different this time.” He rubbed his eye and huffed out a breath. “He hasn’t been eating. He isn’t sleeping, I doubt he’s showered recently. We tried talking to him and he got upset and locked himself in the bedroom. Then he refused to co-operate .”

“what do mean refuse to co-operate?”

The conversation got interrupted by the phone ringing. Freddie stood up to answer it, almost glad for the excuse to stop talking. “Brian?” Freddie answered. “well that’s good... well, that’s not so good... just the one thing?... what’s he saying?... okay, give me a minute.” Freddie rested the phone on the table walked over to you. “(y/n) Brian stayed at Roger’s to keep an eye on him and he managed to get him out of the bedroom but he’s still not co-operating he keeps repeatedly asking Brian for...” Freddie was explaining this fast until this point.

“For what?” you were desperate to know.

“He’s asking for you.” Freddie watched your eyes, seeing the many different emotions run through them.

You had no idea What to do so many different thoughts was running through your mind that they were cancelling each other out. You acted on the only rational thought right now. You took a deep breathe and picked up the phone with a patient Brian waiting on the other end.

“Brian it’s (y/n) What's the situation?”

“I assume Freddie has already told you what happened when he was here?”

“Yes he has.”

“Well-“ there was a noise in the background, a muffled voice, “Roger just wait I need t-" Brian was interrupted by Roger snatching the phone from him

“(y/n)?” Roger’s voice was different. It wasn’t cocky or full of confidence, it was small and a little hoarse.

You hesitated. “Yes. Roger"

“Baby, please just listen, just once. I'm sorry, I am so sorry. I should have listened to you, I was stupid, I am stupid. You’ve always tried to do what’s best for me, for us and what I did was selfish. And I love you, I love you more than you’ll know. No, more than that I adore you and I’m a mess without you and Chavez. You two are my entire world. I miss you. I miss you so fucking much. I just... I’d love for you to come home, but you don’t have to I want to give you time, as much as you need. But please, please forgive me. Please.”

Freddie didn’t know what Roger was saying to you but he could see the tears forming in your eyes and threating to fall. He gently took the phone from your hand, told Roger not to worry, he’d sort things out, and wrapped you in a bear hug.

“What are you going to do?” He quietly asked after you had calmed down.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how I feel about him. It’s not just the drinking it’s so many different little things before. But, that’s all it was, little things. I, I just don’t know.” You desperately looked at Freddie hoping he would have the answers to your questions.

“I think you now what you should do.” Freddie advised. He didn’t know at all, but it was the safest option when his friend desperately needed help and he had absolutely no idea What to do.

“I miss him.” You stood up. “I have to go to him, I have to go home.” You started running around packing a bag, then suddenly stopped and gasped. “Oh, Chavez.”

“Darling don’t worry, I’ll look after him until you sort everything out with Roger.”

“You are an angel.” You missed Freddie’s cheek, grabbed your keys and drove home.

#queen #roger taylor fluff #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor #roger x reader #borhap fanfic #bohemian rhapsody cast #bohemian rhapsody fanfic #bohrap #bohemian rhapsody #ben hardy fluff #ben hardy fanfic #ben x reader #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x you #queen fanfiction

[daemyiel]

Crowley doesn't want the world to end so Brian, Roger and Deaky doesn't die. And that is reason enough

#crowley #good omens #david tennet #queen #roger taylor #brian may #deaky #john deacon

[daemyiel]

Please send some more in I'm sooo bored

Prompt list

"I am not cute!" "Aww your even cuter when your angry."

"I really need chocolate."

"I miss him so damn much"

"F**k You!"

*screams in the distance* "is he /she Okay?" "Yea he's/she's fine"

"Listen to this you'll love it"

"I brought David Bowie."

"I need time."

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Do you ever button your shirts all the way up?"

"Only for pretty girls."

"Oh sh*t!"

"You're a genius!"

"I-I just can't."

"Can we just lay here for a while?"

"I am the scrabble master!"

"Do you want some cheese on toast?"

"That's your record collection?"

"Who doesn't like the Beatles?"

"He was kinda hot in the 80s."

Hey, I like U2!"

"I miss him."

"Heh, that's from Shrek."

"There's always time to f**k it up."

"I always knew we'd end up in the back of a police car together."

"Oh shut up."

"Are you drunk?"

"I can't believe he's gone."

"No you can't take him away from me."

"My poor baby."

"Why didn't you just ask for help?"

"Hold that thought and come with me."

"There are no heroes."

"I'm sorry I didn't know."

"Is he Okay."

"He keeps asking for you."

"What's that weird noise?"

"I can't take this anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I would have liked to know you, but I was just a kid."

"F**k everyone else."

"You guys hug too much."

"I believe in you."

"He's just too cute."

"He's gone."

"I can't believe you done this."

"It hurts"

" I thought I could do this."

"Would I lie to You?"

"Punch a mirror? 7 years of bad luck? Nah life is already bad."

This is my prompt list. I will write for Queen, the borhap boys and my time travel oneshot series (I really need to name that) I DO NOT WRITE SMUT! I will write reader (except with the unnamed time travel series) But it can just be the boys. 20 and 23 might have some issues with time but I'll work it in of you really want it. Please send some, I need motivation. Also thank you to @anuknowha for the last one, you might recognise it xx

#queen prompts #borhap prompts #bohemian rhapsody prompts #queen #borhap fanfic #borhap

[daemyiel]

1, 2 and 15 from your prompt list w Ben? Preferably fluffy :)

Here it is babe, hope you like it.

No warnings, just Ben fluff

Tag list: @hersked if anyone else wants to be added just ask or drop a dm

"I am not cute!" "Aww your even cuter when your angry."

"I really need chocolate."

"Can we just lay here for a while?"

Ben had just got back from doing a press tour for his latest film. He had been gone for a few weeks and you and Frankie had really started to miss him. He called as much as he could but sometime he was so tired he’s fall asleep on the phone after a couple of minutes, or a couple of nights him and the cast would go out for drinks. You didn’t mind of course he worked hard enough to deserve it and he didn’t go out that often in London.

But finally he was home, where he belonged. And you couldn’t be happier. You had made some what of an effort for your favourite person, dressing in some skinny jeans, that you know made your butt look good and your Queen t-shirt that Gwilym bought back after they went to the concert. It wasn’t much but you and Ben have now lived together for a year and half. He has seen you lazing about in joggers and one of his t-shirts, he has seen you laid in bed bags under your eyes and snot running from you nose when you had the flu, but you still wanted to look good for him when he came home.

When Ben walked through the door you ran towards him and almost knocked him over with the force of your hug. Frankie ran to his feet and started barking excitedly. You were so excited that you didn’t realise how tired your boyfriend actually was, he was smiling brightly, seeing his favourite human and animal in the whole world. “I’ll make us some tea, you go sort your bags out” you told him after a quick kiss on his lips. They felt so good after not feeling them for so long.

You were bouncing on the balls of your feet while waiting for the kettle to boil. Ben was still sorting out his luggage when you finished making the tea, and you met him in the bedroom. You both laid on the bed, sipping you tea. “Its still pretty early in the day if you want to go out somewhere, food, a walk inn the park, the record shop.” You suggested. You haven’t been out much since Ben was gone, except for food shopping and a few times to meet friends, you hadn’t gone out to a nice restaurant, the closest you had gotten was to McDonald’s when you really fancied a chicken wrap.

“can we just lay here for a while?” Ben asked. He could see how happy you were and you seemed to want to go out. But Ben was extremely tired. “We can go out tomorrow.” He hoped this would persuade you, all Ben wanted to do was spend time with you and Frankie.

“Okay.” You were kind of disappointed. “Only if you get me some chocolate though.” You said, you really fancied it.

“(Y/N) I’ve just got back and you want me go shopping for you?” He said with a small smile and a slight laugh.

“I really need chocolate.” You looked him right in the eye.

“No. I just want to lay down a minute.” Ben shifted into a more comfortable position clearly having no intention of getting up anytime soon. You hugged and furrowed your brows. “have I ever told you how cute your are.”

“I am not cute!” It made you smile when Ben called you Pretty, hot and even sexy. But for some reason you didn’t like cute. You prided you self on being strong and independent and for some reason cute didn’t reflect your personality. To you cute is what someone called a tiny animal, and tiny animals are vulnerable. You were not vulnerable you knew how to handle yourself, you even had a fight in school once and won. Ben knew you didn’t like to be called cute and sometimes teased you by saying you were.

“Aww your even cuter when your angry.” Ben smirked at you. You directed your anger straight into Ben’s eyes then rolled in your side away from him. “C’mon baby you know I was just messing with ya.” You didn’t move, ignoring Ben. He sighed and got out of bed. You heard the front door open and close. He had left. You sat up with concern. Do you push him too far? He had just got back, but you teased and joked together all the time. You should have just lay down with him. He had missed you just as much as you missed him.

You got out of bed and started pacing around thinking about what to do. You even asked Frankie. You was about to go outside to look for him when the front door opened. Ben walked in and offered you a half smile. Like last time you ran up to him and almost crushed him in a hug. “I’m sorry.” You whispered in his ear.

“You don’t have to be.” He whispered back and you stepped back. Ben presented you with a big Galaxy chocolate bar. “Wanna share it?”

You and Ben spent the rest of the day with Frankie snuggled up between you and sharing the chocolate.

#ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy #ben hardy fluff #bohemian rhapsody fanfic #bohemian rhapsody #bohrap #borhap fanfic #bohemian rhapsody cast #ben x reader #ben hardy x reader

[daemyiel]

Thanks @anuknowha for the idea, love you babe xx

Warnings: alcohol

Taglist: @hersked

If you want to be added to the tag list just ask or drop a dm

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Joe, Rami and Gwil we having fun on the tour, of course they were. Bohemian Rhapsody was a great film and they couldn't wait for the world to see it, to experience it. But they were missing their blonde drummer. Ben couldn't make it to the press tour and that made them all a little sad. Although, it was a great opportunity for the Cardboard Ben jokes they all missed the real life Ben.

They were fine at first but about half way through the tour they really missed him. It stared off as a joke. They took a selfie of Gwil using his index finger and thumb to force Joe to smile, this was sent to Ben with a little update about the tour and ending with 'we all miss you'. Ben laughed when he received it and replied 'cheer up mate.'

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They were all tired and their emotions seemed to be getting the better of them. That's why it was no surprise that after they recreated the Queen photo in Japan they were overcome with a wave of sadness, they missed Ben dearly and that was all they could think about during an interview. With a mixture of sleep deprivation and all the questions about the movie nearly every answer involved Ben somehow, they ended up with tears in their eyes.

The interviewer thought it was cute how much they had bonded so did not object when Joe FaceTimed Ben. They were so happy to see his face when he answered the tears nearly escaped their eyes. All three of them started talking at once saying how much they missed him and how they wished he was with them.

Ben smiled at his friends until he realised where they were. "Guys aren't you at a conference right now?" Having remembered them saying they wouldn't be free at this time.

"Yep." Gwil answered.

"You need to put your phone's away, and try and stop crying." Ben added a hint of authority to his voice.

"But Benny..." Joe started.

"I'll tell Bri and Rog." Ben threatened. He didn't want to sound mean, but it wasn't strictly professional, this could go against them and their careers, Ben didn't want that. "I'll call you guys later, I promise." They all smiled sadly at each other through the phone screen. "I love You!" Ben shouted, making sure they knew he meant it. This made all their smiles grow. After the conference Rami and Gwil spam Be with crying emoji's where as Joe just texts 'I LOVE YOU! 😂 can't get over that, you dork'

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In the taxi after the conference Joe started getting really sad again and it was super obvious. He had his arms crossed, slightly slouched, and his bottom lip stuck out. Gwil took a quick sneaky picture and sent it to Ben captioned 'come get your bf, he misses you.'

Ben didn't see it for a while and happily responded with 'i will soon, I miss you all too'

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[daemyiel]

Prompt list

"I am not cute!" "Aww your even cuter when your angry."

"I really need chocolate."

"I miss him so damn much"

"F**k You!"

*screams in the distance* "is he /she Okay?" "Yea he's/she's fine"

"Listen to this you'll love it"

"I brought David Bowie."

"I need time."

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Do you ever button your shirts all the way up?"

"Only for pretty girls."

"Oh sh*t!"

"You're a genius!"

"I-I just can't."

"Can we just lay here for a while?"

"I am the scrabble master!"

"Do you want some cheese on toast?"

"That's your record collection?"

"Who doesn't like the Beatles?"

"He was kinda hot in the 80s."

Hey, I like U2!"

"I miss him."

"Heh, that's from Shrek."

"There's always time to f**k it up."

"I always knew we'd end up in the back of a police car together."

"Oh shut up."

"Are you drunk?"

"I can't believe he's gone."

"No you can't take him away from me."

"My poor baby."

"Why didn't you just ask for help?"

"Hold that thought and come with me."

"There are no heroes."

"I'm sorry I didn't know."

"Is he Okay."

"He keeps asking for you."

"What's that weird noise?"

"I can't take this anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I would have liked to know you, but I was just a kid."

"F**k everyone else."

"You guys hug too much."

"I believe in you."

"He's just too cute."

"He's gone."

"I can't believe you done this."

"It hurts"

" I thought I could do this."

"Would I lie to You?"

"Punch a mirror? 7 years of bad luck? Nah life is already bad."

This is my prompt list. I will write for Queen, the borhap boys and my time travel oneshot series (I really need to name that) I DO NOT WRITE SMUT! I will write reader (except with the unnamed time travel series) But it can just be the boys. 20 and 23 might have some issues with time but I'll work it in of you really want it. Please send some, I need motivation. Also thank you to @anuknowha for the last one, you might recognise it xx

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[daemyiel]

Can I rant?

A/N: A short one shot of sorts about poor Joey.

WARNINGS: none really just heartbreak

Taglist: @hersked if you want to be added just ask or dm

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Joe was having a semi-good day. It wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t terrible. He cleaned his apartment, finished some jobs, listened to some Beatles, and sat down to go on his phone for a little while.

He started by dropping a simple ‘hey' text to Zoey. They had known each other for about a year and become friends, but recently had been talking more and Joe wondered if they’d ever be more, things certainly seem to be going well, of course he had never told her that he liked her in that way.

He checked some other messages, a few notifications then decided to go through some of his friends Instagram stories. He saw Zoey's name pop up and couldn’t help but feel a little excited to see what she had posted.

It was a picture of a boy. That’s fine she obviously has other friends of course. But what she wrote there was no avoiding.

‘it’s really been a while can’t wait to see you again, not long now😍😙’

Joe couldn’t believe it. Was it her boyfriend? She had never mentioned one. He was sure she had been lightly flirting with him. Or was she just being nice to him?

He re-read the text again, and felt heartbroken and jealous. Why couldn’t that be him? It felt like a break up, like seeing an ex move on when your still madly in love with them. But it wasn’t a break up, they hadn’t been dating. And it wasn’t her fault. Zoey didn’t know of Joe's feelings, she don't know that she’s done anything wrong, she don’t know she’s hurt Joe.

This happened before, he started talking to a girl and she started text less and then he found out she got a boyfriend. They still talk a little but barely.

Joe sighed and tossed his phone on next to him on his couch. Has the universe doomed him forever? Will He never get a girlfriend? Cursed to be the thired wheel for the rest of his life. He picked up his phone again and saw that Zoey text back ‘hi’ Joe just ignored it and rang Ben. Ben was the only person he expresses his true feelings for towards Zoey. He didn’t want to tell anyone else for this exact reason, in case it went wrong. But even Ben was sure they would become the cutest couple.

“Ben can I rant?” Joe said quickly as soon as his friend picked up.

“Of course. what’s up mate?” Ben offered his support.

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