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[imagintheworldaway]

Incorrect quotes

defo inspired by other fandoms and other quotes i have seen !

will keep updating

*Paul racing onto the boardwalk, sweaty and disheveled* 

David: Where have you been ? 

Paul out of breath: Sorry I’ve been doing things 

*Y/N finally catches up to the group* 

Y/N: hey I’m things 

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Paul: I’ve done ALOT of dumb stuff 

Y/N slapping his chest: don’t call me dumb 

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Y/N whispering: You know I love you right ? 

Paul whispering: why are we whispering ? 

Y/N: it makes David Paranoid 

David: what are they talking about ? 

Dwayne: Murder 

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Y/N: Babe can you help me with my zipper? 

*Paul jumping up eagerly* 

Y/N: Up Paul 

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Marco: Y/N, who do you like more? 

Y/N: i like you both equally 

David: Blink if it’s me 

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Paul Kissing Y/N gently 

Dwayne: Aren’t you two arguing 

Paul: Oh Yh *bites Y/N lip* 

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David: You need a Hobby 

Paul: I have a Hobby 

David: Having sex with Y/N isn’t a hobby 

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Y/N sighs 

Marco Side eyes you 

Y/N sighs louder 

Marco: Fine. What’s wrong 

Y/N teary eyed: I just miss him so much

*Paul returns from the bathroom* 

Y/N: baby, thank god, I thought we’d lost you 

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Y/N: love is a weakness and an evolutionary mistake

Marco: you are literally making a Valentine's Day card for Paul

Y/N, pointing their hot glue gun towards Marco: you're on thin fucking ice

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Moral of the story PT2

the long awaited sequel !

read part one here!

requests are open

Scrolling TikTok was usually a bit of a break for me. I had just finished filming a video with Lux and I was taking a break before I had a shower to scrub off my makeup and have a little self care evening. Everything was sweetly mind-numbing until a clip caught my eye. I turned up the volume as I saw an original clip from Harry and Is Vegas wedding. It was the clip of us leaving the chapel, me in my short baby doll white dress and veil longer than my actual dress, and Harry in a tieless suit with his top buttons undone. We were only teens in this clip, back when it was us two against the world. The clip cut and I saw Harry on screen. “It’s the hardest thing to talk about really” He said and then it cut to Ethan. “They were so in love, we were jealous, not only was it great content but it was so real” the screen then cut back to Harry. “What happened?” a voice said from behind the camera. “I don't know, she obviously wasn't happy, it broke my heart, i loved her, and she just threw it all the way, like it was nothing, like, how can you be so horrible, cruel, i-” Harry had started rambling before catching his tongue and the clip swapped back to SImon “she truly broke his heart, it hurt all of us” he said looking into the camera. And that's where the clip ended, and my rage started. Yes I asked for the divorce, but how was he not happy? How can he lie about me like that? None of them ever reached out to me, asking if I was ok, how the hell dare they. It had been over three years, the divorce was over and done with, we had talked through it so many times, we had talked to our friends, addressed the fans, even appeared together a handful of times in different videos. I thought we were all finally in a good place again. Obviously I was wrong.

The day was as bleak as my mood. I felt bad for anyone that saw me as I was contemplating murder right now. All I could see was red, and there was only one man I was going to aim this anger at. I had rang Talia and she had told me that the boys were filming at a studio I was all too familiar with. It was only a short walk from where I lived, I quickly turned my anger into determination as I mapped the streets in my head and my muscle memory almost flew me to the warehouse. I stormed through the door, I couldn’t care less if they were in the middle of a shoot. I had a score to settle. 

I stormed through, past the crew, people tried to stop me but no one had the chance. I stopped abruptly on the set but not quite in front of the cameras. They were shooting some type of game show but my rage just intensified when I saw my target. “You fucking arsehole” I shouted, my fists balled at my sides as I stood staring down my target. Everyone went silent and looked at me, most faces in pure shock to even see me. “Say something you twat, or did you say it all in your stupid fucking documentary” I spat in Harry’s direction. “Uh- I-“ he stuttered. I just stood there, staring daggers.

No one said anything, just watched like an old western movie, two people in a standoff. “I’m not leaving until I have answers, so keep staring” I said through gritted teeth. “Uh take five everyone” I heard Kon say somewhere to my left. Everyone stayed still for a moment, no one wanting to move first, before the crew started busying themselves and the other boys just stood there stunned. I waited as Harry took his time to walk over to me. “Can we do this outside? '' he said, not looking at me. “So chat shit about me to the entire world but can’t sort it in front of your mates, spineless dick” I snapped, “oh and none of you are off the hook either” i spat pointing my finger at all the boys. I grabbed Harry's forearm, spinning around and walking to the door. 

“Y/N I-“ he started before crumpling under my stare. “You what Harry? Thought you’d save yourself by slandering me?” I said “look at me, Atleast give me that” I said my voice faltering. “I thought we were cool, i thought you understood, i thought we had all figured this out” i had pleaded with him. “I didn't mean for it to come off like that” he sighed, “then what? How did you mean for it to come off, cause I've had so much hate already, I don't know if I can go through all of this again "I said, slinking back into myself a little. “Come on, I love you Y/N” he said, his voice strained as he reached for my arm. I jerked back, almost instinctively for a moment, seeing the hurt wash across his face as I let my emotions run free. “No, no, no. You do not deserve to say that to me” I seethed, starting to feel the tears prick at the corner of my eyes. “You hurt me” I spat, pointing my finger accusingly at Harry. He looked lost like a little puppy, and if I was still the woman he had married, I would have crumbled, apologised, and comforted him, telling him it was ok and we can forget this ever happened. But this time I cannot forget. “And you didn't hurt me?” he quipped back. “I never said i didn’t, the difference is you care so much about what your friends and fans think about you, about us, that it's easier to slander me just to make yourself out to be the good guy” the tears had slowed down now, but i can already guarantee my makeup is fully fucked. 

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I gathered myself. “I loved you Harry, so fucking much. I thought you were it for me, you were my forever, but this, it turned so toxic, it turned into pleasing everyone but ourselves. And the fact that you still can't see that all these years later. Well, you need to let go, "I said, trying to get through to him. “And then what? I lose you forever?” He sounded so desperate and so unsure. “I don't know, but you need to let go, neither of us can grow if you don't” I almost pleaded with him. “Fine, i’ll try, but this won't happen overnight,” he sighed. “I know that, but please, if you really do still love me, try” it wasn’t a lot, but for now, these words will have to do. I quickly composed myself, turning back to a stoic version of myself, putting my guard back up “Just know, if you ever pull anything like that again, i will air all of our dirty laundry”

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I Hate Tour

No warnings except a fight!

requests open

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– 1984 – 

Sitting in the dingy apartment I shared with my boyfriend I watched as he was picking up random items and stuffing them into the duffel bag. I didn’t want to show him I was upset but how could I not? He was going on a several months long national tour. “Just please listen to me” I pleaded with my boyfriend as I sat on the bed in the middle. “Look you can’t get mad if you don’t want to come with us Y/N” Nikki huffed packing lazily. “But this one is for months, you’ve never been gone for months” I sighed. “But babe, I have to, if this one goes well then the world could be next” Nikki said, leaning and kissing my forehead. “And so you will be on another continent doing god knows what, or even who” i mumbled, huffing and falling back on the bed. “Do you really not trust me?” Nikki said, standing stoic in front of me, daggers lacing his voice. “I never said that” I quipped back, leaning on my elbows to look at him. He was now staring at me from across the room. “You implied it” he bit back, grabbing a tank and shoving it in the bag. “I Love you Nick, you are all i have and i can’t lose that” i said opening my heart to my long-term boyfriend, watching as different emotions crossed his face. “And i love this, and the band, and i have been trying for years, please Y/N, trust me”  he replied, i could tell that he was irritated at this conversation already. 

This fueled a fire in me that I didn't know was there. Why didn’t he care as much as I did? I know he invited me but I had work, someone needed to carry on paying our rent, did he not get that i had a stable job that could support us? I snapped “Fine fuck off and travel the country and fuck a girl in every state, hell every provence i couldn’t care less” I spat, hating that he was acting like this. “Fine i will” Nikki spat back, slamming his case and trudging out the back of our apartment. I shuffled over to the window, waiting for him to emerge. I saw Tommy sat in his car, tapping along to the radio. I soon saw the black mop appear and before I could think about what I was doing I stuck my head out the window. “AND DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING DARE COME BACK HERE, I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OR YOUR SHITTY BAND AGAIN” i screamed, causing the two boys to look up just as i slammed the window shut. I kept peeking through the corner of the window as Nikki threw a rock, I flinched before watching him get in Tommy's shitty convertible and the two of them speed off down the sunny boulevard.

I slumped back in bed and let the tears roll freely down my face. I stayed like that until the evening rolled around and my shift was about to start. I was still upset, but even more so now that Nikki hadn’t even called to say sorry. I didn't know where he was so I couldn't do it. He knew what time I started work, so why didn’t he call me? I shook my head and huffed, pulling on my tank, ready to take over for tonight's shift downstairs. I took a quick look in the mirror that Nikki had insisted on putting next to the door. Thank god the bar was dark because I had no time to fix my racoon eyes or messy hair.

I slinked down the stairs which led into the staff coatroom behind the stockroom of my work. “Hey Y/N, you alright?” Corey, one of the other managers asked as I clocked in. “yh i’m good” i huffed, shoving my clock in card back into my name holder. “You sure? Your makeup is a little smudged?” Corey pushed hesitantly as he flattened some boxes. I just stared at him, holding back my tears. I felt my lip tremble and broke my stare from my co-worker. “I’m sorry” was all he said, giving me a sad smile. I just nodded and made my way to the back of the bar. 

The night was a blur, we had a good band on, so I was listening, drowning out the thoughts of my boyfriend and wherever the hell he may be, nodding my head as I polished some glasses. “Hey hot stuff” I heard someone over the bar. I turned and smiled at the guy. He was cute, shaggy hair, deep brown eyes, a little taller than me, with a drunk smile. “What can I get you?” I smiled back, “how about your number?” he beamed, a slight slur in his  voice. “Sorry I have a boyfriend” I said out of instinct, didn't I? “C’mon” his smile had something a little more to it now, determination, persistence even. Before I knew how to respond I felt an arm around my shoulder “can I help you?” I looked up and locked eyes with Corey. “Alright man, I get it” the guy huffed as he walked off, defeat finally encasing him. “Thanks” I smiled, turning back to my glasses, slithering out of Coreys grasp. “So where is the boyfriend?” Corey asked as he put away the glasses I handed to him. “On tour” i said, as plainly as possible, i didn't want the hurt of him actually being gone to show. “He's finally made it then?” Corey stopped what he was doing, emphasising the finally. “I guess so, he left this morning, tour of America, next the world” I hummed. “Why didn't you go with him? Normally he doesn’t let you out of his sight "I dropped the rag i was using. “I don't know, it's scary, I suppose, I thought not seeing what goes on on tour would be easier, than actually living through it” I said, biting my lip. “How long has he gone for?” Corey probed, listening to me ramble. “a few months” I clarified, finishing my side work. I finally turned around to face my colleague. “You should have gone Y/N, he will make it, we all know that” I watched as he poured me a drink and slid it towards me. “Well, i didn't, i’m here, and that's the choice i made” i said sipping on the rum and coke as Corey gave me a sad smile. 

It was strange, finishing a shift and not having Nikki bound towards me and smothering me in kisses, or handing me a drink, or drowning me in conversation about the band or what antics he had gotten up to that day. Instead I was sitting here, at an empty bar, with just my colleagues and the few drunkards who were trying to get the last sip in before they locked the doors. I don't know how long passed but the next thing i knew i felt someone shaking my arm. I lifted my head from the bar and met the bright blue eyes of Corey. “Go up to bed Y/N, i’ll see you in a few days” he smiled. The bar was empty, the lights were off and he was in his jacket. “Um thanks” I said giving him a half smile before dragging myself back up to my apartment. 

The first thing I did was press the answering machine. Unfortunately the docile tone gave me my answer that no messages had been left, no calls had been missed, meaning no boyfriend had called. I let the warm tears flow, as I cocooned myself in the blankets, holding his pillow close, the comfort of his smell making me feel ok. I wish he called, so I could say sorry, it's just a silly fight. We always have silly fights. But never silly fights like this, never where he didn't call, or come back, or i couldn't reach him. “Just call,” I whispered, looking at the picture of us that stood on my bedside table before drifting into a restless sleep.

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Completely obsessed with the idea of Paul! having a pin up tattoo of his s/o

#paul tlb #tlb paul #the lost boys paul #lost boys paul #the lost boys #tlb #vampires #tattoos #obsessed #cant stop thinking about it

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Can I request Ethan seeing reader getting flirted with at a party and she says no but the guy keeps hitting on her so Ethan steps in?

here you go my lovely!

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Keep Your Cool

A/N awe protective behz

Request - Can I request Ethan seeing reader getting flirted with at a party and she says no but the guy keeps hitting on her so Ethan steps in?

Requests = Open

The Sidemens 10th Anniversary party. It was going to be the event of the year for the UK Influencer scene. I had had my outfit planned for weeks, a beautiful understated red silk dress, which hung around my body like it was made for me. I had spent hours getting ready, knowing everyone would be there. My makeup looked like it was airbrushed on my face, my hair had been styled by my amazing hairdresser earlier this morning, I was ready for the night. “Babe, Ubers here” my boyfriend, and one of the hosts for the night, Ethan. I grabbed my little bag, more of an accessory than there for convenience, and glided down the stairs to meet my boyfriend. “You look breathtaking,” he said, giving me a cheesy smile. “Stop it you flirt” I giggled nudging him playfully as we made our way to the ride. 

The venue was intense. A whole club was being rented out with all the sidemens merch and banners adoring every little thing. There was a theme of silver, black and white and it looked beautiful. “Ahh Y/N” Ellie squealed as she saw me. I let out a little squeal back as we ran to each other and embraced. “You look insane” I smiled at her as she returned the compliment. Soon the other sidemen wifes and girlfriends joined us and we fell into idle chatter whilst the boys did a little shoot. 

Soon the pleasantries ended as the doors opened and a hoard of influencers flooded and filled the large space. The whole night Ethan's hand was softley grazing my lower back as we greeted guests, had drinks and laughed with our friends. Vikkstars DJ set was well under way and he had invited the rest of the boys up. “I’ll be back” Ethan smiled at me, and with a peck on the lips he was gone. 

I was standing in a circle, listening to a conversation when I felt a hand snake around my forearm. My eyes darted down to see a large hand, I followed this up and was met with the eyes of a gentleman I did not recognise. “God you’re hotter than your pictures” he said as I slightly turned my body to face him. Before I could even ask who he was he had started an entire conversation, well he was talking at me not to me. My eyes darted around looking to get anyones attention except this man infront of me. “I’m Jason, but you know that, don't you, I always thought we should link up, like I know you’re with that ginger freak but baby, you could have all of this” he smiled coyly at me. “I’m very happy thank you” I interjected through gritted teeth. I tried to pull my arm away but his grip just tightened the more I tried to move. 

Jason pulled me closer to him so he could lower his voice but still be loud enough that I could hear him over the music. “Let's get out of here, hell he won't even notice” Jason said, his mouth so close to my ear that his breath tickled my skin. As soon as I thought that this creep was going to pull me a way the comforting, familiar warmth had found its way to my lower back. I didn't even have time to look to my right before I heard the soothing voice of my boyfriend next to me, “can i help you man?” It was all I heard when I felt the grip on my arm loosen. In the moment of weakness I ripped my forearm back. I leaned back a little into my boyfriend's frame as Jason's attention snapped from me to Ethan. 

I watched as although Jason was taller, he was scrawnier. The stare off was intense, I could feel the tension that surrounded our little bubble. “Just offering her an upgrade” Jason smirked as he laid his eyes back on me, obviously taking in my figure. I could feel Ethan tense next to me as he took a step forward, forcing Jason to take a step. “Look lad” Ethan spat. “I don't know who invited you but I won't let you ruin mine or my girlfriends night” Ethan said through gritted teeth. Jason looked at him, then back at me. “Hey, thats enough, now get the fuck out of my party” Ethan said, venom dripping from his words. Jason was dumbstruck, i don't know if he was expecting to whisk me away, physical violence or security but no matter he seemed disappointed in the outcome. 

We watched as the grown man backed down and sulked off towards the entrance. “You ok” his concern was evident as he looked at me like a parent whose child had just fallen over. “I’m fine, and well done for keeping your cool, now let's forget about him and celebrate you my love” I smiled, interlacing my hand with his and dragging him to the dance floor.

#behzinga x reader #behzinga imagine #behzinga #ethan payne imagine #ethan payne #youtube

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Here we go again

A/N idk how to even label this one??? kinda short, kinda happy, kinda sad, all over and plucking at my heart strings !!

this is also a kind of non specific one so i guess you could insert whoever !

Requests: Open

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My eyes darted around, watching the crowd filled with my friends laughing, drinking and dancing. I tapped the empty pint glass that was in front of me on the table when I heard the seat next to me scratch across the floor. “Hey stranger” a sweet voice said, causing my head to whip around and meet the gaze of an all too familiar face. She set a full pint glass in front of me whilst sipping on her own. “Penny for your thoughts?” she said, nodding towards the drink she had offered me. I moved my hand to grasp the full glass, taking a quick swig before angling my body towards her. “This is just crazy” I sighed, taking her in. Her hair was tucked behind her ears and she was wearing a light blue silk dress, simple, but it suited her. “I know, two weddings in one year” she laughed, circling the lip of her glass. “Just shows we’re getting older” she carried on biting her lip, looking over as the song changed and the crowd cheered. 

A low chuckle escaped my chest. “Remember, when i’d call you up every Saturday night, we would always be the last two walking home” i reminisced on the past. “I always remember watching the sun rise behind the skyscrapers, walking along the Thames, saying it now it sounds so romantic” she smiled looking back at me. I laughed, “yh, i’m sure the residents being woken up by our dreadful singing every sunday morning really saw the romance in it all”. I watched as a small blush formed beneath her makeup. “God, we were so oblivious,” she laughed. “No we were happy” I smiled sadly at her.gently covering her hand that now rested on the table with my own, squeezing lightly, like i used to. 

I remembered those nights. She would always say we were taking it easy, then after each round we both became more bold. I wasn't the most socially confident person but when i was with her, the crowd of other young adults having fun, the loud thumping music, the glare of the strobe lights, it all went away with the way her body swayed to the beat, the rhythm controlling her as she danced like she was the only person in the room. Slowly our friends would peel away, until we were the only two left, being kicked out the club. She would hold my hand as we drunkenly sang and danced down the river's edge. Every week would be the same, she would stop and watch the sunrise, as I watched the golden rays illuminate her face. She would tell me how beautiful it is and I would always agree. She would turn and with the confidence only alcohol could give us she would kiss me. We would be content in each other's company, our weekly routine would be the highlight for the both of us. We would act normal for the rest of the week, a normal non-labelled couple, until saturday night rolled around again and she would show up at my door, a bottle of that weeks poison in her hand, a cheeky grin on her face and she would always say ‘here we go again’. 

“They were good times” I broke the silence, sounding more sheepish than I had intended. “Yes, good memories” she trailed, re-tucking her hair that had fallen in front of her face. Sometimes it's easy to just focus on the good, but truly that's all we had. Nothing bad ever really happened. We never argued, only bickered, and our routine only stopped because we both had more career oriented commitments. I was doing more shoots and so was she. From weekly outings to monthly, to once in a blue moon to a complete halt. 

I was unapologetically staring at a face that hasn't really changed much over the years when a large hand was present on her shoulder. “Wanna dance?” A deep voice caught my attention as I looked up and reality came crashing down, making me feel rigid, my lungs were tight and my once comforting grip on her hand fell back to my side. Her cheeky smile that used to only be reserved for me appeared as she met the intense gaze of the man. She stood up taking the man's hand before turning back to me. She placed a soft hand on my shoulder, the diamond ring glinting in the light. “It was so nice to see you,” her soft voice said as she squeezed my shoulder and lingered a little too long. I was stunned for a second. “Oh yh, and congrats by the way” I said, the hurt in my voice a little to present, nodding to her hand. “Thank you” she said a little too quickly, glancing at the ring before sighing a little. The moment went as she plastered on a big smile and turned to her fiance “here we go again” she giggled as I watched him drag her to the dancefloor.

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The Right Kind Of Love

A/N Super short, super angst, super cringe, we love that no?

Requests: Open

Watching the moon glisten on the water of the Thames almost makes you forget about the murky brown colour the river usually sports. The rhythmic horns of black cabs mixed with the occasional siren and shout created a very special white noise. I watched as the lights of the apartment slowly faded, as tenants started retiring to their beds. 

I was brought out of my trance by a blanket being wrapped around my shoulders. “This is why you’re always ill” Harry's usually goofy voice said, concern underlining his words. “Do you ever regret it?” I sighed, as he positioned himself next to me, close enough that I could feel his warmth but still far enough away that my body still yearned for his touch. 

A silence dawned upon us, as Harry thought carefully about his next words. “Sometimes” was all he said. I cocked my head, my eyes still trained to the water, my silence urging him to elaborate more. “I love you Y/N, i really do, but we both know it isn't the right kind of love” i giggled a bit, a sad smile finding its place on my face. “The right kind of love” I repeated his words. 

“It is sad, once upon a time I thought this would be it you know?” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “You, me, our place looking over the city, a life of fun and friends, us against the world” I took a break to let out a sigh “happiness, you know?” i finished. I finally moved to look at Harry's handsome features. His face half illuminated by the same moon that was gracing the river.  strong , rugged features, tousled hair, protruding muscles, a very different man than when we met. When I met Harry he wasn’t a man though, he was just a boy, a kid, we both were, and that is who i fell in love with. 

Studying his features I rested my head against the wall, one leg tucked under me and the blanket keeping me warm. “You’ve changed Y/N” Harry said, meeting my eyes. “You are so amazing, I hate how it didn’t work. I hate me, i hate our friends, i hate us and i hate you a little” Harry smirked. “Shut up” I giggled. “If you hate me so much you wouldn’t keep coming back” i said biting my lip, the events of the past evening starting to cloud my memory. “I just can’t help myself” Harry jabbed playfully back. 

We took an opportunity to just stare at each other. Everyone knew our past, everyone rooted for us at one point in time. But people grow, people change, people love and people get hurt. “I never meant to hurt you, you know that right?” We have this conversation every time, and everytime the guilt of our past, of my past, seems to overwhelm me. “I know, i wouldn't be here if i didn't” Harry smiled at me. “We were kids Y/N, young, dumb, full of fun and stupid decisions, both of us were.” he continued. 

I took a second to consider my next words. “In another life, it would have worked, i love you, i just wish i loved you more than i do” i said meeting his eyes once again. “So do i Y/N, so do i”

#sidemen #harry lewis imagine #w2s #harry lewis #harry lewis one shot #wroetoshaw x reader #w2s x reader #w2s imagine #wroetoshaw #harry lewis x reader #harrylewis #youtube

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Florida

A/N idk with this one, i just could't stop myself.

Warnings: Drugs, memory loss

Requests: Open

Life hasn't been easy. We both got dealt shitty hands, abusive childhoods, absent parents, people only ever caring when the fame and money followed. But that wasn’t for years. We were both broke kids trying to figure it out, only having each other as a comfort blanket. It's so shitty to think about, we were both just kids, two kids who were never given a real chance. That's where it started. At Least that's my theory. What do you expect, kids learn from the adults that raise them, and when the adults are shitty there is no question that the kid will more than likely also turn out to be shitty. Deep down, somewhere in my soul, I knew I had good in me, but what's the point of being good and decent and nice when the world and everyone in it had only thrown it all back in your face? 

I don't really remember the first time I met Frank. I remember we were kids, well teenagers, we ran in similar crowds, and he always had this smile, this cheeky smile which you just couldn’t say no to. And those eyes. Those emerald green eyes, the way the sunset shone in them when we were lying on top of a building, no cares, no one to answer to, just ourselves. Maybe the silence in knowing that we were both doomed was what comforted me. Maybe it was the fact he was tall and handsome, or maybe because he could do things to me that made my knees weak and screams echo through the city. 

When he suggested, well when he told me he was moving to LA there was no doubt I would follow him. There was nothing holding me down, so why not follow a boy to LA and see how it goes. I think that's when everything truly clicked for the first time. Being homeless, couch surfing, working dodgy jobs just to buy liquor and cigarettes was how we got by. That sunset, nothing really beat the LA sunset, the warm hues and bright rays that glistened in his eyes, illuminating his face reassured me that this was all worth it. 

But LA changed us. Like it does everyone else who gets sucked into the black pit which is the city. As we grew we were able to scrape together some pennies for an apartment. That's when the bug changed. My Frankie was now the sexy Nikki Sixx and I gained the nickname of Florida, or Flo. why? Well I was still as carefree as when I had arrived here. I didn't care where, when or what we did, and everyone we met said I was like a ray of sunshine, meaning I was like Florida. I was also majorly sedated most of the time which only added to the birth of the nickname. Nikki said he always saw Florida as the much more chiller younger cousin to LA, he always wanted to go to Florida, maybe it was the child in him that missed out on such a core memory that so many other kids got to have. So I became his Florida.

We had our own funny little rituals to get by. I would pray for snow and Nikki would produce the white powder that sent shivers down my spine but always brought me a great warmth. Our house was an apartment but our home was on the borderline. We would work these stupid jobs, meet our dealer, then climb on the roof. Heads frazzled in white powder but the same comforting silence that we had as tennagers still there, reassuring us that this was right. 

Sometimes Nikki would hold me so close I could swear that I could hear his thoughts. His hand was always squeezing mine, comforting me, knowing we were at the same place. But bliss cant last forever. 

I was happy that Nikki was finally in a band that made sense. Tommy was such a goofball and always knew the right thing to say, Mick was quiet, but we had a silent understanding, we looked after each other and then there was Vince, he was gorgeous, and always knew how to make my heart flutter and my cheeks red. They would practise and write songs as I would cut the lines. I never got involved with their business and they left me to mine. It was good. So fucking good. Until it wasn’t. 

The more popular the boys got the more money i got a hold of and the more lines, spliffs, pills, tabs and alcohol i consumed. I became the girl always at the show, dancing along on the side, supporting her boys. The music used to create colours, streams of vibrant vibrations would cloud my vision as I swayed and moved to the beat. I couldn’t care about the other girls. Why would i? He always came back to me, no matter what. I was the one in the pictures who he had his arm around, i was the one he brought to the parties, i was the only who kept his supply safe. 

It never stopped. I was the new guy everyone went to. You wanted something, you went and talked to Flo to get it. It was like my own dirty little secret that few people were in on. It was never my intent but it was easy. I kept the gear, he kept me satisfied. What I once thought was love I think was deeper. Nikki and I were the same person, and people knew that, you can't find Nikki? He's with Flo. Need some gear? Florida will be in Nikkis' room. A package deal, two of a kind, dare I say soulmates. 

All good things must come to an end. That's what our first dealer had said to us. How did he know that all the way back then? I don't know, I don't care to know. He always did warn us though. He always said how I was stupid for following a boy because I was in love. Love was only an emotion, so why did I care so much about a silly little feeling? Maybe because, as fucked up as whatever this thing we had was, it was the only form of love either of us had ever felt. 

I was a good girl. The perfect girlfriend, anything he could ever want, but i wasn't enough, i would never be enough. Florida was pretty, Florida was fun, but Florida wasn’t without its demons, it's blotches on its happy go lucky outlook on life, I truly was becoming the worst parts of it all. I took a second to think. When was the last time someone had called me by my real name? What even was my real name?  ‘Hold out your hand’ someone said, easily distracting me from my thoughts. Who was that? I was alone, wasn't i? Maybe not. I felt a light pressure on the back of my head, forcing it down. So that my nose met the white powder that had been lazily sprawled across the side of my hand. I took in the sensation of the powder I had felt so many times before. Don't forget to smile Florida, this is as good as it gets. 

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New Masterlist

Requests are open ;)

KEY

♡ - Fluff

☁ - Angst

❀ - Sensitive Content 

Old Masterlist

Motley Crue

Nikki Sixx

Loathing ☁

The Lost Boys 

Paul 

Assumptions - 1 ♡ 2 ♡

Drabble - 1 ♡ 2 ♡ 3 ☁ ♡

Youtube

Ethan Payne (Behzinga)

Angel ☁ ❀ ♡

Harry Lewis (Wroetoshaw)

Drabble - 1♡

Addict series: ☁ ❀ ♡

Addict (Prologue) ❀ ♡

Addict ☁ ❀

Addict Pt2 ☁ ❀

Bad Day ♡

Crush ♡

Decision Series: ☁ ♡

Decision ☁ 

Pieces of my broken heart (decision pt2) ☁ ♡

Embers ☁ ♡

Girlfriend ♡

Hands ♡

Leaf ❀ ♡

Love ☁ ♡

Moral of the story ☁

Ready ☁

Safe ❀ ♡

Secrets ♡

Together ♡

Used Series: ☁ ♡

Used ☁

Used Pt 2 ☁ ♡

Whispers ☁

Tobi Brown (tbjzle)

Games ♡

Queen

Roger Taylor

Assistant  ♡

Love at first note ♡

Vain ☁ ♡

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Drabble 1

A/N: back to my main man. super short so that's why its a drabble, hope you enjoy a little tender moment

warnings: No lol

Requests: On :)

“Why are you so scared to be loved?” Harry said, I could feel his body heat as he rested his arms on his knees that he had tucked into his chest next to me. Biting my lip I finally had the courage to look into those deep blue eyes. I took a deep breath, searching his eyes, before realising that it was my move. “Love is awful,” I said, shocking myself a little. I watched as Harry scrunched his eyebrows at me, a little confused at my words. “What I mean is, well, love isn’t easy, it's painful, it's frightening, it makes you doubt everything you ever knew about yourself, it makes you care about stupid things like if you’d like my hair up or down, long or short. It makes you cruel and selfish, makes you say things you never knew you were capable of, makes you feel so good but so bad all at once. Its exhausting, takes your whole being to be able to truly love and commit to someone, to be able to trust and be vulnerable and confused and i fucking love you” i said almost breathlessly. 

You could cut the tension between us with a knife as the silence made my heart beat a million miles a minute. I was hoping, preying, willing for him to say anything, anything to cut this torture. However, words just wouldn't suffice as before I knew it I felt soft lips capture my own. The kiss was tender and loving, his hand stroking my cheek as I melted into his touch. “Please don't be scared” Harry said as he moved away from me. We were only inches apart, his eyes boring into my own. “I have always loved you, and through thick and thin i always will, i promise” he admitted to me. This time I was the one that was speechless, so I did the only rational thing and reignited the kiss he had started.

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Loathing

A/N back to my angsty ways! i love this one a lot so i hope you guys do to!!

Requests: Open

Warning: Swearing, a bit of shoving, mention of drugs

I swayed to the beat, downing the rest of my drink as the mix of alcohol and different chemicals made my brain buzz and the serotonin in my body filled every little crevasse. I felt amazing, I had no idea where the rest of the group had gone but I didn't really care either. A light tug on my arm brought me out of my trance and I looked up to see the bouncer from earlier. “That your boyfriend?” he shouted over the music, i looked over to see the unmistakable black mop of his hair off to the side. “Yh why?” I smiled up at him, batting my eyelashes, praying Nikki hadn't done anything stupid. “Hes fucked you need to get him out of here” the guard said, not falling for my act. “Ugh leave him, he won't hurt anyone” i shrugged trying to turn away from the situation. “I wouldn't take that chance” he said more forcefully. I just rolled my eyes and walked over to where Nikki was chatting up some girl. “Knock it off” I growled into his ear before he could even register my presence. I was just met with a slight shove as he carried on his cheesy lines. I looked over my shoulder and was met instantly with the bouncer's large chest. “Babe, im serious” i said a little louder, motioning with my eyes to the burly man watching us. He finally looked at me, and followed my eyes to the man, and in true Nikki form flipped him off. I felt the rage start to bubble inside of me as he just had to ruin our good time. “That's it” the man bellowed, grabbing each of our arms and dragging us to the entrance. “I wanted you” I spat at my boyfriend as he started fighting against the man. “Get the fuck off of me” was all Nikki said, ignoring my telling off completely. “You're both banned” the man said, throwing us onto the street, meaning just about all eyes were watching us in shock. 

“Lets go” I huffed, grabbing my boyfriend's arm and dragging him behind me down the street. He always did this, whenever I was feeling good, or having a good time he had to find a way to ruin it. I started stomping down the street the best I could, Nikki following me lazily two steps behind. “What's got your panties in a twist” he called, lighting a cigarette as i could already feel the cool breeze sobering me up, forming a grudge to fester in my stomach. “Just drop it Nik” I huffed, turning down the next street towards our house. “God you’re no fun these days” I heard him complain from behind me. I could feel the anger coarse through my veins as the only noise of the night were our lazy footsteps. “Always in a bitchy mood aren't you” Nikkis comments kept coming at me like hand grenades. Each one fueling my inner hatred more and more. “Such a mardy fucking bitch” i heard him sigh, and that was it, that was the comment that threw me over the edge. 

“I want you to know that I loathe you” I seethed in between my shaky breaths. I felt a fire in my stomach ignite as I felt my jaw tense and my eyes bore into his own. “Every breath you take you make me more mad at you” I spat taking a step forward. The dim street light illuminated his face as he took a cautionary step backwards. “You have well and truely fucked it. There will never be a universe where I will ever forgive you.” I spat now holding out an accusatory finger, feeling my body shake with anger. “If I had two choices, either be with you, or rip out and eat my own, bloody, pulsating, barely alive heart. I wouldn't hesitate to choose myself.” I spat these words as I watched his face tense and cringe, the severity of the situation finally hitting his thick skull. “Because you know what, at least my heart doesn't trick, lie and manipulate people that I am a good person, just to leave them to drown in a pit of sadness and self loathing that I dug for them” I could finally feel the tears start to spill down my cheeks. But I wasn't sad, no this felt like a cleanse, a long awaited absolute dumpster fire of emotion. “You are so incredibly melodramatic” Nikki spat back in my face, our bodies only inches apart as I had backed him up all the way to the street lamp. “Me? Melodramatic?” I scoffed, letting out an almost sinister laugh. “You are always the victim of any situation. Awe poor Nikki he had a bad home life, awe Nikki who didnt know his dad, poor fucking Nikki Sixx who is a international rockstar and gets what he wants on a silver platter. I am sick of it, I'm sick of bending to your every need, sick of finding reason and understanding in your actions, sick of putting up with everything you have ever put me through.” my voice raised even more as the emotion shook through me. “Just take a look at me, look at what you did to me, i used to be happy, bubbly, but you, you have been falling since the day you were born and i was stupid enough to let you drag me down with you.” I shook my head as I watched his eyes gloss over, the first sign of emotion he has shown during this entire argument. “I. Hate. You "I spat, emphasising every little syllable. “You don't mean that baby” he said, finally breaking the silence. “Trust me i do” i said taking a step back, finally averting my gaze from his own. 

I furiously rubbed my cheeks, wanting no sign of the tears that had now stopped. “Don't be a bitch Y/N” Nikki sighed, raising his own hand to his forehead, signalling he was done with this conversation. Realistically he was probably finished with this conversation before it had even begun. “And where will you go? Who will pay for your lifestyle? Cause guess what baby, i do all of that” he said grinning at me mockingly as he took a step forward. I was still feeling so big that I just smiled sweetly at him. “Who supported who first? I paid the rent on the first apartment, I worked my ass off for you to get here, you would be nowhere without me” I said softly, my tone matching his own. “You know that you can't live without me” Nikki snapped, marching up to me so we were once again only inches apart, his tall form towering over my own. “Watch me” I said through gritted teeth. 

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Hiiii just wanted to say I absolutely loved how you wrote my request!!!! It was amazing, everything I wanted in a fic!!!! I was wondering if it’s okay if I request another one, if it is here :) :

Roger Taylor x Reader

The reader joins in on watching the band in the rehearsal studio, Roger has grown particularly found of them and has developed romantic feelings for them. The band takes notices and tries to set the two up, leading to confessions and a loving relationship 💗💗💗

you can find it here hope you enjoy :)

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Assistant

A/N this is a little longer than i intended and a bit of a roller coaster but i hope you guys enjoy nonetheless. 

Warnings: Nah, stressed reader a bit?? 

Requests: Open :)

It was mid morning and I was late as hell. I was balancing my bag, a folder full of notes, legal documents and potential lyrics as well as a bag of food and coffees whilst trying to navigate my way down the busy streets of London. I glanced at my reflection in a window as I stood and waited for the traffic to clear and cross the road. “Fuck” i whispered to myself. My clothes were already dishevelled and my hair looked like I had been head banging for the past four hours. 

I finally got to the studio, sending a weary smile to  the receptionists, who looked at me sympathetically before calling the lift. “Don’t worry they’ve only just got here” one of the girls shouted after me as i entered the lift. “Thank you '' I called over my shoulder, her statement doing nothing to reassure me. I waited impatiently as the lift shot up, tapping my foot, my knuckles turning white from holding the array of clutter in my arms for so long. “Here she is!” the studio manager announced to everyone, causing all eyes to fall on me. Freddie was messing around on the decks, Brian was furiously scribbling on a notepad, John was watching meticulously over Brian's shoulder muttering notes and humming tunes and Roger, well he was laying on the sofa smoking a cigarette and just observing the others. 

“I am so sorry” I breathed out, throwing the folders down. I walked around the room handing out the drinks, thankfully I had the hindsight to write their initials on each one, probably the only smart thing I had done this morning. “It’s ok darling, we were just dying of thirst” Freddie quipped with a smirk as I shot him an apologetic look. “Don't mind him, he's in one of his moods” Brian whispered as I handed him his cup. I mouthed a thank you before sitting on the stool in the corner and sifting through the different sections, un-clipping different notes to have them ready for when Freddie demanded them. 

I took a deep breath as I settled into the seat and everyone concentrated on whatever they were doing before I got there. “Hey Y/N can i have the notes from last Thursday?” Brian said nonchalantly, chewing on his pen with his brow furrowed. “Yh here” I smiled handing over the sheets, him instantly flicking through them as I sat back down. “You look tired” Roger whispered, lifting his head so he could look at me from his position on the sofa. “Is it that obvious?” I whispered back with a faint smile. “Yh, when you’re tired you always gaze off into space” Roger shrugged, sitting up so that he was now at my eye level. “Neighbours again?” he asked, sipping his coffee. “Yh, i know it's nice having a baby and everything, but the screaming at four in the morning is really getting old” i said tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, thankful someone would let me vent about the situation. 

I loved where I lived and my life, but my new neighbours had just had a new baby, which is amazing, and she is the cutest thing ever, but this girl has mental lungs. “Sucks, this is why you need an actual house” Roger said, we had had this conversation a million times. Him asking about my neighbours, me telling him about the noise, him saying i needed to move, me explaining i could only move if his band paid me more, him laughing it off and that's the end of it. 

“I’m not having this conversation again Rog” I smiled sadly, turning to distract myself with the notes. “You cannot keep living like this” he muttered, worry lacing his voice. I was about to respond until Freddie beckoned Roger. He placed a hand on my shoulder before walking over to the singer. 

I watched band practice for about three hours before I started becoming irritable, as fun as it was that the room was so small and listening to the same three notes over and over again became very overwhelming. I caught Roger's gaze and he subtly nodded his head towards the door. I just smiled, grabbing my jacket and slipping out of the room and down the corridor to the fire escape. The crisp London air blew past me as i lean on the railing. I waited a minute or so before I heard the door go again. “Hey” I sighed, as I heard the click of a lighter. “You look even more miserable than this morning,” Roger commented as he sat on the steel steps and looked up at me, taking a drag of his cigarette. “I love how nice you are to me” I smirked, casting my gaze to meet him. “Hey someone has to keep you humble” he said with a goofy grin. I just rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself. “Well you’re definitely doing a good job of it” I sighed, sitting on the metal platform, leaning my back against the bars which held up the railing. “Wanna go early? I can tell the guys you're ill?” Roger suggested as I played with my hands. “Kind of counterproductive” I shrugged, biting my lip as I chipped away at my nail polish. 

We sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, the only noise coming from the streets of London alongside the crackling of the cigarette every time Roger took a drag. “You know Y/N, if you need help..” Roger started to insinuate. I snapped my head up and sent him a death glare. “Rog, i love you guys, but i don't need any help, you guys are my bosses, i cater to your needs, not the other way around” i rambled on nor folding my arms across my chest. Roger just sighed as stubbed out his cigarette and threw it over the edge. “You’re so stubborn” Roger huffed, standing up, holding his hand out to me. “Once again, you're so lovely” I smirked, taking his hand as he pulled me up. I watched as Roger went to speak again. “I’m fine, I promise” I said quickly, opening the door, beckoning him to follow me. 

The rest of practice went slowly. I kept catching Roger shooting worried glances over to me, which I just returned with a mundane look before looking away. It was nice that he cared. It was nice that they all cared. But they were big rock stars and I was just their little assistant in the background. It was sweet that he wanted to help but then I would be in his debt, which didn't sound too bad but the guilt would follow me every time we were in the same room. 

I was jotting down some notes, mainly about some upcoming meetings so I didn't forget when I noticed the time. Shit it was 4:30, I had to go and pick up the album prints at five and it was all the way across town. I started shuffling everything together, stuffing it back in the folders before slipping my jacket on. “I have to go and pick up the album cover designs, i will see you guys tomorrow” i said hurriedly sending a quick smile and wave before hurrying out the door. 

Rogers POV - 

“Ok Rog, she's gone, you can stop staring” John huffed as he nudged my rips. “What? I have no idea what you’re talking about '' I mumbled, not even looking at my band mate, instead casting my eyes down to the notepad in front of the two of us. “Maybe she should stop coming to practise,” John huffed, his irritation evident in his tone. I looked up at him and furrowed my brows. Why would he say that? I went to go and speak before Brian decided to join the conversation. “I think you’re right, Roger, whenever she's here you can't seem to concentrate for more than five minutes, maybe we should give her the rest of the week off, we do have a deadline to meet.” he shrugged, sitting on the stool Y/N had previously occupied. I instantly shook my head, ready to argue on her behalf. “She needs the money, you have no idea what she's going through” I huffed, crossing my arms and standing up, not wanting to be near the two men.  “Oh we do, it's all you talk about” Freddie now chimed in, getting annoyed with our arguing. “Oh fuck off do i” i said my own anger bubbling now, my tone a lot harsher than i realised, looking at each of the guys. “Roger, you either talk about how good she is or what issues she's facing, and as much as i sympathise, i really do, we also have shit we need to get done” Freddie lectured me for a moment. Was it really that obvious? Did i really talk about her that much, did she ever notice this?

“Maybe just ask her out mate” Brian stated, taking me out of my thoughts. I just scoffed at this. “Maybe just ruin our friendship if she says no and then she would never want to talk to me again?” I spat back at him. There was no way she liked me, she just saw me as her boss and that was it. “Let's just finish this song” I said as the silence became unbearable. “Mate, just talk to her,” John said before I went into the booth. I just ignored him, signalling that I never wanted this conversation to happen ever again. 

As I was at my stool I just thought about what the guys had said. Maybe they were right. But what if they weren’t? What if she just saw me as a friend and nothing more, I couldn't bear not seeing her everyday. 

Readers POV - 

I was actually on time today. I had pre packed my bag last night, the prints had come out amazing and I couldn't wait to show the boys. The coffee shop was dead, and the barista had remembered the day before's order so the coffees were quick, it was an outrageously sunny day and everything was falling in place. I was one street away from the studio when I heard my name being called. I looked over my shoulder and saw a blonde bush bound towards me. “Hey let me help you” Roger smiled at me, slinging my bag over his shoulder before I could protest. “Shit you carry this every day? Its fucking heavy” he laughed as he walked next to me towards the studio. “Yeah, it sucks, but I never know what you will need” I giggled as he opened the door for me. I mouthed a thankyou as I turned and smiled at the girls at reception. 

“How come you’re so late?” I asked as we both stepped into the lift. “Nice morning i wanted to enjoy it before being cooped up in here all day” Roger shrugged as he looked down at me. “That's sweet,” I sighed, looking back at him, meeting his gaze. I felt a warmth start to bubble in my stomach, turning away quickly before he had the chance to notice the slight pink that had crept onto my cheeks. Roger cleared his throat, breaking the silence in the small room. “Sleep well then?” he said out of nowhere. “Oh yeah, i think they are away, best night i have had in so long, i feel so good” i said shyly, daring myself to look back and see that Roger had never averted his gaze. “I can tell, you look good, not that you don't always look good, but today you just look, well amazing” he stumbled over his words. The ding of the lift took us out of the moment as the doors opened and we could hear the boys down the other end of the corridor. “Best get to work” Roger sighed, stepping away first. I followed him like a lost puppy into the studio. 

“Hello you two” Freddie acknowledged our presence as Roger put my bag down and I handed out the drinks. “Starting to wonder what you were getting up to” He added, causing a light blush to stain my cheeks, not daring to look back at Roger. “Oh i have the prints” i diverted the attention as i handed out the papers to the boys, which luckily caused a welcome distraction. 

Today felt different. I caught myself stealing glances of the drummer, and whenever I looked he was returning the gesture. I knew it was a dangerous game I was playing, Roger was known to be a heartbreaker, but it was easy to see why the groupies loved him so much. He was attractive, funny, caring, and he listened to me and all my silly little complaints. Shit i think I fancied Roger. “Y/N” someone shouted, breaking me from my thoughts. I hummed a response and looked at the studio manager who was beckoning me. 

“Are you going to go and get us lunch or not?” he said through gritted teeth. Oh god I need to really work on my time keeping skills. “Yes I'm sorry” I whispered, grabbing my spare bag and a note with everyone's orders on it. I went to press the lift when I heard footsteps behind me. “I’ll come with” Rogers unmistakable voice said, now standing next to me. “Oh no no, honestly, it's fine,” I said awkwardly, waving the little piece of paper. “Honestly I need a break” Roger shrugged stepping into the lift. I just rolled my eyes following him. 

We walked in a comfortable silence all the way to the little sandwich shop I went to almost every day for the boys. Once I had placed the order I joined Roger at a table in the corner. “You really didn't have to come” I smiled sitting down opposite him. “Thought you could use the company” he said with a goofy grin making me giggle. “Also i wanted to talk to you, alone” he said, leaning his arms on the table, fidgeting with his fingers. “Oh god you’re not firing me are you?” I joked, meeting his eyes and realised he wasn't joking at all. “You’re not are you?” I whispered, a pang in my stomach causing nerves to encase me. The silence seemed to last forever. “Oh god no, sorry” Roger said suddenly, causing my nerves to subside momentarily. “Then what is it?” I asked, searching his eyes for answers. “I worry about you Y/N” he started. “Roger, I've told you we aren't having this conversation again” I said, slightly irritated. “Please let me finish” he almost asked as he reached a hand out, placing it on top of my own. I took my own shaky breath, as the simple touch made me feel nervous all over again. “I worry because I care about you Y/N” his words spun around my head as my breath hitched in my throat. “I care about you so fucking much, i want you to be so happy, and i want to be the one who makes he happy” he confessed almost sheepishly. “I don't want to be that womaniser they write about in the magazines, i want you to know that everyday, just seeing you makes me so happy, and i only want you” the confession continued. I felt the butterflies in my stomach start going off in a frenzy, i didn't know what to say, this is the most sincere and rawest i had seen the drummer ever. “Please say something” Roger asked me, his grip on my hand never faltering. I blinked myself out of the trance, praying this isn't some silly daydream, but no it was all real. “You’re so goofy” I giggled, leaning forward, making the first move and crashing my lips against his own. I could have stayed in the moment forever. His soft lips melding perfectly with mine, his spare hand cupping my cheek as I lean across the table. “Order 34” a shriek said, pulling us from our own personal bliss. 

“So wanna get a drink sometime?” Roger smirked as I picked up the order. “Haha yes you idiot” I giggled as he wrapped an arm around me and we made our way back to the studio in our own personal bliss.

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Roger Taylor x reader

Reader happens to be a bassist and Roger meets them during the readers band performance. They start to tease on another, slight joking rivalry between bands. Later on Roger realizes his feelings for the reader, they both end up falling deeply in love and the Queen Band mates try to set up Roger and the reader.

Mostly fluff and just a sweet imagine :)

Thank you :) ♥️

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Love at first note

A/N a bit of a different style for me. hope you like it <3

Warnings: No

Requests: Open

“How are you doing London?” The lead singer of my band, Sophie, shouted into the mic. The small concert room cheered in response to her. We were an insanely small band currently living from show to show, performing for whoever would take us. I took a swig from the beer bottle before plucking at the strings on my bass. “Now, this one, this song, it’s very special to us, so we hope you like it” Sophie said, her excitement evident in her voice. I heard our drummer, Nick, start pounding away at the drums leading me to follow with the melody. I let my fingers glide across the strings as the notes flew naturally out of my finger tips, through my beloved bass and into the minds of anyone listening. 

I scanned the crowd as I walked across the stage just having fun when I was almost awe struck. A group of lads had just stumbled in and were watching us from the bar. I could tell by their demeanour that they weren't a natural group of friends, the obvious leader was watching us intently, whispering to the man with long curls. Another gentleman was ordering drinks and the last one, well you could tell he was scoping out the women, not caring about our music. I watched as the last one, a tall blonde man was elbowed by the curly haired one and his gaze moved to watch us. I quickly averted my eyes so it didn't look like I was staring and finished off our song. “Thank you so much London!” Sophie screamed into the mic. “Catch us in the university common next friday '' Jade, our kick ass guitarist added as we waved goodbye to the small crowd. I grabbed the bottle of beer and took one last swig before jumping off of the stage and following my bandmates to stuff away our instruments.

“That was killer” Nick beamed as she carried on tapping her drumsticks along the wall. “Hell yeah, each performance is getting bigger and bigger, we will be on tour in no time” Sophie said with a confident twang in her tone.  “I think it's time for a celebratory drink” I chimed in as we stuffed all our things into Jades van. “You know what Y/N you're right” Sophie beamed, slinging her arm around me as we reentered the building. We snaked our way through the back corridors and slipped past the stage, where some boy was now performing, shredding up a bass, and made a b-line to the bar. I almost sprinted to the bar. “Four beers please '' I grinned at the barmaid as I slapped some money on the counter. Soon the cool fizz had reached my lips and the sweat from performing had finally dried up. 

We were chatting about our next show and potentially swapping the set list when a tall man approached us. It took me a moment but I recognised him as the leader from the group I saw earlier. “You guys are pretty good” the man said honestly, directing his tone more to Sophie. “Thanks, we’re also playing in the student line up next week” Jade boasted gaining his attention. “So are we, that's why we're here” the man said again. “Wanting to scope out the competition?” I quipped, smirking as I took a swig from the bottle. “Nah, more like the support act” a new voice said. I turned my head and saw the rest of the group, the blonde man smirking at me, he must be the origin of the voice. “I mean at least we’re actually playing tonight, when was your last gig?” I matched his cocky smirk as his smile faltered a little. “Freddie” the main man, freddie, introduced himself quickly cutting our little battle of words. “And that's Brian, John, and big mouth here is Roger” he added pointing to each of his bandmates. “Lovely to meet you, I’m Sophie, this is jade, that's Nick and our big mouth is Y/N” Sophie replied, thrusting her arm out for Freddie to shake her hand. “Don't shake hands with the enemy.” I said feigning hurt. “Please ignore her, she's a bit dramatic” Nick said smiling at the men. “Nah I agree, your hands are now tainted, '' Roger said to Freddie, making a gagging noise afterwards. I had to suppress my giggle, wanting to seem unbothered by his antics. 

We spent the night hanging out with the other band. As our bandmates engaged in polite conversation Roger and I couldn't help but send playful jabs one another's way. “Ok best get the children to bed” Sophie giggled as she put her hand on my shoulder. Roger and I were in a heated debate about how all male drummers only chose that instrument due to their lack of brain cells. “I agree, i feel as though they may murder each other if we aren't careful” Freddie sighed. I just rolled my eyes as I stood with the girls. “See you next week Blondie” I called as we started walking towards the door. “Yeah when we kick your ass bassist” he called back. I didn't look at him, just flipped him off behind my back as the girls dragged me back home. 

The next friday couldn't come quick enough. I looked at myself one last time in the mirror before Sophie shouted my name from the living room. “Ok i’m coming” i shouted back, spraying some perfume before making my way to the girls. “You’re such a diva come on” Nick said, rolling her eyes playfully. “Sorry, the fans actually see me, I need to look good” I winked back at her. “Ok less squabbling otherwise we will be late” Sophie scolded us like children. We followed the others out the door and hopped in the van for the mere twenty minute drive to our gig. Once parked up I grabbed my bass in case out the back of the van and skipped inside. “Wow” I said under my breath, this would be our biggest gig yet, causing a surge of excitement to course through me. “Thanks for the help” Nick huffed as the others approached me with the rest of the gear. “Sorry but look at this” I squealed, placing my bass down and spinning in the centre of the room. “This is bloody big” Jade said under her breath. 

“Oi bassist” I heard a familiar voice call. I looked over to the side of the stage where the boys from the other night were making their way to our group. “Blondie” I smiled as they got closer to us. “Just a glutton for punishment ?” I giggled as I picked my bass backup and held it in front of me. “Nah we’re gonna kick your asses” Roger smiled at me. “Dream on drummer” I snarked turning back to the girls who were now in conversation with the remains of Rogers band. “When are you on?” Roger asked sincerely for the first time. “10:00, so we get to enjoy some of the acts, what about you?” I said, peeking over his shoulder, watching the first act set up the stage. “9:00, so we’re on just before you” Roger laughed. “A fair battle then” I smirked, nudging past him to check out the stage. 

I marvelled at the grand stage, well maybe not grand to most but to me, it was almost daunting. I watched as the stage techs played with some wires and different lights flashed across the wooden structure. “You-hoo earth to Y/N '' I heard Sophie's melodic voice snap me out of my trance. They had made their way to the side of the stage, probably to store our instruments until we were on “Oh sorry” I said bashfully, waving at the boys before scurrying off after my band. 

Soundcheck went almost too quickly and soon we were watching the arena fill with students. “Oh my god” Nick whispered, a smile encompassing her face. “This is gonna be sick,” jade said, jumping up and down. I cast my gaze back to the stage. I watched as Rogers' shaggy blonde hair whipped around and stuck to the sweat on his forehead. His eyes closed, completely feeling the rhythm of their song. You could hear the girls scream as they finished their set and threw towels into the crowd. “Not bad Blondie” I smiled as they made their way to the side. “Think you can top that?” he said through heavy breaths. “Easy” I giggled as the host announced our band and the crowd awaited us. “See you after the show. I smirked hopping up on the stage and plugging in my bass. “Are you ready London? '' Sophie shouted into her mic and got the crowd riled up for our first song. 

– Rogers POV – 

I leant on the bar at the side of the room as I watched the girls set. “They are admittedly very good,” Brian said, bobbing his head to one of their songs. I watched as they encompassed the stage, filling the room with positive, exciting energy. “They do know how to work a crowd, take notes boys” Freddie said, scanning the room, watching how people reacted to the girls every word and move. But I had my sights set on one thing and one thing only. I watched as her dainty little hands dominated the bass, plucking away at the strings like a professional. Her smile never left her face as she stomped around in her large heels, her hair falling effortlessly behind her as she swayed to the song. She didn't even glance at the bass to check what she was doing, and she didn't need to, her eyes kept scanning the crowd, smiling and embracing the immense reaction she was garnering. 

“Don't you think Rog?” Brian said, causing me to break my gaze and look to the man to my right. “What?” I asked, looking around the boys, having absolutely no idea what the hell these lot were on about. “We were saying, they would be a great support act for us, when we finally land a big tour” John explained the situation to me over the screams of the crowd. “Oh yeah, they're great aren't they” i lended my opinion to the group before stealing a glance at Y/N as she jumped around on stage. “Also means you can shag Y/N whenever you want” Freddie said, nudging me causing a blush to creep onto my cheeks. “W-what you on about” i said defending myself. “C’mon man, the whole performance you have had your eyes locked onto her” Brian laughed as the girls finished up their set. “So not true” I scoffed, taking a swig from my beer. “I mean i can't blame you, she is a sight” Freddie teased wiggling his eyebrows. “Whatever, it's nothing, I just think she's fit” I shrugged trying to defend myself. 

The conversation came to an abrupt end there as a mass of giggling girls could be heard making their way over to us. I tussled my hair a little, sending daggers to the other guys as a sign to drop the conversation immediately. 

– Readers POV – 

“Ah that was amazing” I squealed as the girls all giggled in agreement. “I think that was a winning performance” I said cockily as I strutted up to the group of boys, a massive grin on my face. “Medicore '' Roger quipped. I turned to him and raised my brow. “I don't think you got the crowd quite as excited as what we did.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his idiocy. “Or we can all just be happy for one another instead of always making something a competition?” Sophie said diplomatically. “Ugh, always the peacekeeper,” I joked before sliding away to get my own drink. “I’ll join” I heard Roger say, rubbing his arm a little as he shot a death glare John's way. “Ok, come on Blondie” I smirked waiting for Roger to catch up with me. 

As we got to the bar I leant on it, waiting for the server to notice me. Roger leant next to me, so close I could feel his body heat. “What was all that about with john?” I asked not to look at the boy next to me. “All of what?” Roger tried to brush off, I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my face. “The death glare, the soft bruise now forming on your arm, you may think i’m dim but i am very perspective” i said cockily, although it was more me just following Jades eye line that made me notice the situation. “I never said I think you're dim,” Roger defended. “So something did happen?” I smiled, handing over the pint I had ordered for him. “Wait i-” Roger stammered. “Not used to someone sussing you out?” I giggled while taking a sip of my own beverage. “You’re infuriating” Roger huffed, making me suppress my smile. 

I watched as Roger thought for a moment, collecting his words. His blonde hair was  still messy but he suited the tousled look. His large blue eyes were searching for something to say. I waited a moment until our eyes met. This is the first time I have been able to properly look at his eyes. Time stopped for a moment as I drank in how handsome this man actually was. 

The moment was broken when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whipped my head up and locked eyes with Nick. “There's an after party at someone's house c’mon” she said, interlacing our hands. I looked over my shoulder and waved a little goodbye to Roger as I was pulled away from our moment of bliss. “What was going on just then?” Nick whispered as we joined the others on the walk. “I don't know, '' I said absentmindedly, shaking my head to remove myself from the daydream. “Who cares, let's party” I giggled regaining my composure. Praying Roger would be at this party as well. 

We had been there for what seemed like forever. I played with the hem of my shirt as some guy chatted my ear off about something or other. My eyes kept scanning the room, looking for that bright blonde bird's nest. “And that's when josh, the mechanic, got drenched in the oil” the guy smiled at me, laughing at his own story. I just smiled back and let out a fake giggle as I carried on looking over his shoulder. “You’re pretty hot, did you wanna take this conversation upstairs?” the boy asked me, making me reach his gaze. “You know what, i’m gonna go and get a drink” i said politely excusing myself from the situation, leaving the man confused. I weaved my way around the crowd of bodies. My friends had all found muses for the evening but the one guy I wanted to catch the eye of was nowhere to be seen. I let out a frustrated sigh as I turned to the table in the middle of the room and grabbed a can of coke. I took a sip from the beverage and half way through someone knocked my back, causing me to spill the can down myself. I was about to go on a cursing rampage when I turned and saw those bright blue eyes staring back at me. “Y/N” Roger said. Before I knew what I was saying I blurted out a quick “i need to change” before running upstairs to the bathroom. 

I went to close the door behind me but a foot wedged itself in the way. “Y/N i am so sorry” Roger said peeking around the door and closing it behind him. “This is my favourite top you idiot” i tried to sound angry but it just didn't work. “I'll buy you a new one” he blurted, standing awkwardly as I dabbed a wet towel to the stain. “Roger, it's fine, it's just coke” I sighed as the stain slowly started to disappear. “I’m just, I'm sorry” he said sheepishly as I sat on the edge of the bathtub. “You’ve said that line already” I giggled, throwing the towel into the bath behind me. “Just Brian was messing around and then, well, i have been looking for you, here” Roger admitted sitting on the edge next to me. “How adorable!” I teased nudging him slightly. “I didn't mean it like i just-” Roger started to stammer. “You’re cute when you’re nervous” I giggled watching the blush creep onto his cheeks. “Me nervous? Never” Roger scoffed as a pang of confidence seemed to find him. 

I waited a moment, letting his eyes fall and meet mine. Our faces were so close that I could feel his fastened breath on my nose. The ends of his hair tickling my forehead. “Are you gonna kiss me or not?” I whispered, closing my eyes. It only took a moment until I felt the soft pressure of his lips on mine. I smiled into the kiss, fireworks erupting in my stomach. I wrapped my arms around his neck as one of his hands cupped my cheek whilst the other snaked its way around my waist. Our moment was ruined when the door flung open and the noise of the party took us out of the moment. The shock made me wobble on the small edge and fall forward, knocking myself and Roger into the bathtub, me falling slightly on his chest. I heard a female scream, a scream oddly recognised. I looked up and met eyes with Jade. “Y/N and Roger are fucking in the bath” she screamed slamming the door back shut. I couldn't help but  laugh, causing Roger to do the same. “Well this is one for the books” I sighed leaning back on Roger's chest, my legs dangling over the edge of the tub. “You don't think we should catch her?” Roger asked, his arm resting across my mid section. “Nah who cares” I shrugged, leaning up and planting a soft, more passionate kiss on Roger's lips, carrying on from where we left off.

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[imagintheworldaway]

Vain

I have never written for Roger before so i hope you like it!

Warnings: angst?? 

Requests: Open 

I stubbed my cigarette out on the side of the outside wall. Resting my head on knees as I scrunched them into my chest and looked out onto the vast gardens of the countryside estate I shared with my husband.The summer evening created a warm breeze that swept around me and moved my hair in such a way that it ticked the bare skin of my back. My fingers absently played with my wedding ring as I truly thought about my life and the massive mistakes I had made, hugging my legs closer to myself. 

It was 1974 and I had just turned 21, my friend had insisted we went to a party in a random town house in London. It was her older brothers, bestfriends, sisters, old roommates, boyfriend's party, or something completely random and somehow we had secured an invite. I was listening to a random conversation when the chatter started to die down a little as a few heads turned to see who had just entered the room. “Who's that?” i asked a little too loudly, some girl shot daggers at me and explained through gritted teeth “it's the host bimbo” she spat obviously mad i had no clue who they were. I watched as the three boys walked in and after a moment a fourth emerged, he had long blonde hair which looked to be styled in a rough manner, large sunglasses covered his face although it was night and we were inside, his shirt was unbuttoned down to his navel and a blazer hung lazily around his frame. “Stop drooling” my mate nudged me, taking me out of my trance and a light blush burning my cheeks. 

A few hours had passed, I looked at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands, a light buzz streaming through my veins as a soft smile graced my lips. I was still thinking of the blonde guy I had seen earlier, not moments after he had walked in had a group of girls flocked around him and my view was obscured. I brushed my hair with my hands before grabbing my bag and unlocking the door. I was stuffing my lipstick back in my bag when I bumped into a large figure. “I am so so sorry” I blabbered out before looking up and seeing the blonde locks of the man from earlier. “You ok?” he questioned, glancing at me only momentarily before turning into the mirror and brushing down his jacket. He turned and slid his glasses down, his large blue eyes urging me to answer his question. “Yes i am sorry” i said hurriedly, the blush from earlier re emerging as i was lost for words.

We stood in comfortable silence for a moment until the song changed. “I like this song,” the guy said, starting to bob his head and drum his fingers on the table in front of him, still looking in the mirror. I listened for a moment as I heard dancing in the moonlight by King Harvest fill the room. “It’s my favourite” I said absentmindedly as I swayed to the beat. “That settles it then” the guy smirked as he took one last look in the mirror and grabbed my arm, leading me back into the crowded room and started spinning me about. I giggled as he then started swaying me to the music. I watched as the other girls in the room eyed me with death glares and my sudden change in mood must have been evident as the mystery man soon reached for my cheek and turned my head to look at him. “Don’t mind them, you're so different from all these other girls … sorry i don't think i got your name” he smiled at me, his other hand pinching my waist a little more to pull me closer. “Y/N” I giggled as he started spinning me again. 

That night was ingrained in my head as the night that had changed my life. We spent the entire night dancing and just chatting, after a while he had reassured me that he didn’t even notice any other girl, i was the only one at that party he had noticed and he was so thankful that i had bumped into him because he had been wanting to come and talk to me all night. I thought that was so sweet at the time, another opportunity to make me blush and giggle like a schoolgirl. He always had that effect on me, making my stomach turn to jelly and my cheeks turn red, fumbling over my words, he just did something to me, I wish he still did. 

I slid off of the windowsill and let the carpet encase my feet. I padded to the other side of my shared bedroom, looking at myself in the vanity. I had changed so much since the day we met. Maybe he did this to me, or maybe it was me, or just all the shit I had been through in such a short space of time. I let my eyes roam over to a picture hanging on the wall. It was taken a year and a half after Roger and I had met. We had been dating for around the same amount of time and exclusive for just around a year. I had joined the boys at the studio that day, they were recording tracks for A Day At The Races and Brian was currently messing around with some riffs. Freddie was shouting into the mic that played in the booth and Chrissie, Veronica, Mary and I were engrossed in conversation about Chrissie and Brian's upcoming wedding. I listened idly when I noticed my boyfriend enter the room out of the corner of my eye. He made a little motion towards the door meaning he wanted me, in more ways than one. I made a face saying no, even though I was fully unaware of what was going on in the conversation now. He bit his lip comedically and started making motions and hand gestures imitating humping, to try and distract me even more. I mouthed a ‘stop’ to him as I suppressed my giggles, my attention fully on my boyfriend. “Earth to Y/N” Mary said, nudging me, I turned my head to the group of girls again, who were all now looking at me expectantly. “Hm?” I questioned having no idea as to which part of the conversation we were at. “Sorry I was distracted” I giggled nervously glancing at my boyfriend who was now leant against a doorframe, acting innocent in all of this. The girls just shook their heads and laughed at me as they filled me in on more of the wedding plans. 

The rest of rehearsal went by with limited bickering. Veronica and Chrissie had gone to get some coffees whilst Mary had to go to work, meaning I was laid out on the sofa half asleep. I had almost dozed off when I felt someone lift my legs and gently place them back down. I lifted my head and laid my eyes on my boyfriend. He had just come from the booth and his hair was messy, his forehead was slick with sweat. “You look sexy” I mumbled, smirking at him. “Aww thanks babe, think i’ll never shower again, especially if you like this sexy look” he cocked his eyebrow at me. “Looks like no more shower sex for you then” I giggled, causing Roger to feign hurt. I just rolled my eyes and leant up, shuffling so I sat on his lap and moved a piece of hair out of his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I’d never deprive you of such a thing” I reassured him before a flash and a click made us both whip our heads towards the door. “You two are just too cute” Veronica smiled before they handed out the drinks. 

The picture stared back at me, the love in our eyes so pure and real, such a natural and raw moment. I was so young then, so filled with hope and naivety, I thought that it was us against the world and nothing would ever change the way we felt for one another. 

My gaze cast to the next picture on the wall, it was us slow dancing and Brian and Chrissies wedding. “This is so beautiful” I said in awe as the twinkling lights and soft flowers made the room look like a ballroom from some fairy tail. “It is, isn't it?” Roger sighed, I looked back at him and met his eyes. “First Veronica's wedding and now Chrissie, i just love weddings, they are so beautiful and Chrissie, she looks so amazing” i gushed about my friend as Roger twirled me around. I caught a glimpse of the bride and her groom as they danced around and just basked in each other's company. “Yeah, but our wedding will be ten times better,” Roger said. I whipped my head back so our eyes met again. My breath hitched in my throat as his words ran around my mind. “Ours?” I whispered, the dancing slowed as I was taking this moment in. “Yes ours, i love you Y/N, tomorrow let's go out and get you a ring, fit for a princess, then by this time next year you can be the one in the white dress and i can be the lucky guy who can forever call you his” He smiled sincerely at me. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “So what do you say?” Roger said almost nervously. “Yes you idiot, yes yes yes” I squealed , smashing my lips against his. 

The night flew by with dancing and drinking, but I couldn't suppress my smile and excitement. It was a miracle I didn't tell everybody of the promise Roger had made me on the dancefloor. As promised the next day Roger took me into the centre of London and to all of the highest end jewellery stores. I was so engrossed by the large diamonds, shiny bands of silver, platinum and gold. Roger had told me the sky was the limit and not to mind the price tag. Although he was standing next to me, a protective hand on my lower back guided me around the different stores as the different clerks tried to impress me with the different gems. My excitement had completely clouded my judgement that day and looking back, the hungover dishevelled man next to me was doing this for love but he wasn't as excited or engrossed as his newly found bride was. 

A shook my head to take me out of trance. I had absentmindedly started playing with the large diamond ring which i had chosen all those years ago. I crept down the hallway and peeked around the corner of the door to my daughters room. The girls had been softly sleeping for a while now, so angelic and peaceful. Their little minds are not yet tainted by the harsh realities of the world. I closed their door softly, ensuring not to wake them as I made my way downstairs and put the kettle on. The clock at the other side of the kitchen stared at me, it was only nine meaning it was one in San Diego where Queen were on their latest tour. And I have not even received a call today. I should have felt hurt but after not hearing from him and having to explain to the girls that daddy was far away and they wouldn't be able to talk to him, no matter  see him for a long long time. How do you explain to a three year old that daddy wouldn’t always be around for them? My youngest wouldn’t know any better but still it was the principle of it all. 

As soon as the kettle clicked I poured the boiling water into my coffee granules and basked in the smell of the burnt beans. I always knew falling in love, marrying and having a family with a rockstar was a risky move but I thought I was strong enough to do it. Oh how naive I was. I always knew deep deep down that the music and the fans would always come first. Which i can't blame him for, but having three girls at home waiting for him, well he would rather be on that stage than with us, the ones he's meant to love. I always wanted a big house, a white picket fence, kids, a loving husband, a ladies group to hang around with and nice cars. And I had it all, all but the loving husband part, that part now just seemed like a fantasy, a silly dream. 

The reality was I had everything most girls could want. In a materialistic kind of way. I had the mansion, the land, the cars, the designer labels, bags, and most importantly I had the ring. I had the one thing so many girls in this world wanted, a ring from the infamous Roger Taylor. But these things don't mean anything, spending time with the girls and your wife should be the most important thing in a man's life, it's just a shame he cannot see that.all of this, the pictures in the press, the obnoxious country house, every little detail of our and the girls life being pushed out there for others, it was all about him. He never cared which flowers we would have at the wedding, or what colour to paint the nursery, spending time to put up Christmas decorations or having a regular date night. From the day we met he only cared about one thing. 

Himself. 

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