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ThisIsMySecondRodeo Fic Masterlist

I've been doing a bunch of writing lately and things were getting a little all over the place so I wanted to have a central place to keep updated.

Jason Sudeikis Fics (On Tumblr)

This Means the World to Me (Jason Sudeikis x Author!Reader, 25K) You're an author of a hit book and your agent surprises you by asking you what celebrity you'd love to come to your book signing. Jason Sudeikis surprises you by actually showing up. But is it just a nice celebrity doing a nice thing or is it something more?

Untitled (Jason Sudeikis x Nanny!Reader AU, 1K) Jason is recently divorced and you interview to be his nanny, but for some reason that Jason is happy to explain, you don't get the job. One-shot.

Ted Lasso Fics (ao3)

Wrapped around your finger (Ted x Rebecca, Fluff, 2K) Prompt from @lilacmermaid25: "Keeley and Rebecca convince Roy and Ted and Beard to let them paint their nails." Didn't take much convincing One-shot.

If our love don't last, you can take all our photographs (Ted x Rebecca, Fluff, 4K) Rebecca sees a picture of a Young Ted and needs Keeley's help to say something about it. In chapter 2, Ted sees a picture of Young Rebecca. Just fluffy lil' hijinks.

You only have to love one (Ted x Roy, Angst, 5K) Roy and Ted are commiserating over the people they're missing. But imagine what's possible when they stop looking for other people and start looking for each other. One-shot.

Give the drummer some (Ted x Rebecca & Coach Beard x Sassy, Fluff, 4K) Sassy reveals that Rebecca has a thing for drummers Beard reveals that Ted used to be a drummer Schemes and fluff ensue

Have you seen Ted? (Ted x Rebecca, Humor/Crack, 1K) I just really wanted to use the "Ted Lasso's Canonically Huge Dick" tag and this...this is what happened. Journalists get a hold of a dick pic and sources say it belongs to "someone affiliated with AFC Richmond." Obviously, Keeley and Rebecca have to get to the bottom of it. One-shot.

Further from the truth (Ted x Rebecca, Angst, 2K) Everyone assumes Henry is well-adjusted and enough like his father that meeting Rebecca will be a piece of cake...until it's not. In fact, Henry being excited to meet Rebecca couldn't be further from the truth. One-shot.

Love is a gamble we play and you've got much safer odds (Ted x Reader, Angst, 7K) *Same as the Tumblr version here* Between your friendship with Beard and your relationship with Ted, you've got a good thing going in Richmond. Doesn't mean you're not still nervous when Henry comes to town. And it definitely doesn't mean you can hold in your jealousy when it turns out Michelle comes along too.

Leave the door open (Ted x Rebecca, Coming Out, 3K) Rebecca is building a relationship with the team so she's happy to leave her door open to any and all players who want to talk...And it turns out Colin has something very important to say. or, Colin comes out to Rebecca and ONLY Rebecca. One-shot.

It only makes sense (Ted x Rebecca x Roy, Poly Romance, 11K) Ted goes on mental health leave which causes an issue with his immigration paperwork...and the easiest solution is to marry Roy?Somehow it only makes sense.

Under New Management (Ted x Rebecca, Baker/Chef AU, 2K) Prompt from @lilacmermaid25: An AU where Rebecca is a chef and Ted is a baker, and they eventually open a restaurant together.

Jake and Lainey (Ted x Rebecca, Fluff, 1K) Ted finds out Rebecca's favorite rom-com is Sleeping with Other People and he does NOT approve. This is better if you've seen Sleeping with Other People but I think it still works if you haven't

I Owe You One (Ted x Trent, Romance, Unfinished) A chance encounter between Ted and Trent turns into a series of favors between them and what is a series of favors if not just an extended courtship?

A League of Their Own (ao3)

Do me a favor, don't call (Carson & Charlie, Angst, 1K) Picks up immediately after Charlie sees Carson and Greta on the porch. Carson follows and they discuss their relationship.

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ok-anon · 2 years

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𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬)

Warning: these are porn audios, strictly 18+ only

Post one - Druig / Barry

Post two - Druig / Barry x2

Post three - Druig / Barry

Post four - Matt Murdock

Post five - Druig / Barry x3

Post six - Druig / Barry

Post seven - Druig / Barry x4 (some personal faves)

Post eight - idek but have fun with it lmao

Post nine - Ikaris

Post ten - Matt Murdock

Post eleven - Matt Murdock

Post twelve - Billy Russo

Post thirteen - Ikaris (dark content warning)

Post fourteen - Druig

Link to search website yourselves

- hope

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Timeless (Loki x fem!Reader) Chapter 1

Based off of the recent Loki series on Disney+, Reader uses (she/her) pronouns!

Loki discovers that Mobius has a secret, and one he is very protective over. While he is consistently battling the TVA for his freedom, he discovers she is something else worth fighting for.

a/n: This is hopefully going to be a multi-part series, but please give me opinions/comments/suggestions as I'm super motivated by the feedback! I really hope y'all enjoy it. My Loki cardboard cutout from high school would be proud.

pairing: loki x fem!reader (she/her)

word count: 1.4k

Drawing pointed shoulder blades together in an attempt to release some of the aching bundles of muscle in his back, Loki, God of Mischief wondered if it wasn’t only time that worked differently here in the TVA. He hadn’t remembered feeling the dull pain caused by the toil of a 9 to 5 working job in his bones before, and his tedious work under Mobius had only just reached a month. Or at least...he thought it had been a month. Maybe it had only been a week...or possibly an hour. Nevertheless his physical and mental being felt the exhaust of years of labor. Consistent anxiety of extermination after witnessing one’s own fateful end does that to a person. Or god. Do gods even exist? The power of being an all-powerful ruler felt like child’s play after witnessing the control of the TVA. No other true power seemed to exist.

So what did that leave him to be. He has been a god. A prince. A stolen relic. A villain. And now, a variant. A cosmic mistake. Pale fingers unconsciously trembled holding what seemed like the millionth TVA report paper until the words blurred past readability. Letting out a heavy sigh, the paper was released to float down to the standard issue desk, shaking fingers moving to bury in inky black hair. This might be hell. He might’ve died back in Tony Stark’s palace by choking on cologne fumes, and this is his forever punishment. Before he could further ponder why Asgard’s infinite texts never mentioned damnation to feature a barely padded desk chair, a far too joyous punisher cleared his throat.

“Trying to read reports telepathically, I like your style. I always thought you had to be looking at the words.” Mobius. Loki didn’t need to open his eyes to see the silver haired prick that was his only tool in staying alive another minute. His chipper, good-cop attitude was demolishing every fibre of Loki’s resolve not to beg for pruning for his so called “crimes against the timeline.”

“I have been reading.” Loki quipped, his sharp gaze finally targeting the agent towering over his seated form. As much as the asgardian wished to continue his indignance, the pounding of his brain led his resolve to crumble. “Simply...resting.”

Mobius answered with an understanding nod, lips pursed as his eyes darted around to the other cubicles. He was trying to see if anyone was watching, a mental battle obviously occurring before jerking his head towards one of the various doors leading from the office. “Well, never accuse me of being an abusive employer. Come on, a nap never hurts.”

Despite a snide comment surrounding the idea of “I’m not napping like a child,” Loki’s body acted on auto pilot as his feet carried him behind Mobius towards a path they had not taken before out of the common working space. The TVA was built more like a labyrinth than a functioning place of regulation. Never-ending corridors of the same monotone grey, beige, and migraine-inducing orange twisted and turned until Loki was sure they were walking in circles. Until Mobius entered a hallway offshoot that had one identifying factor, a silver plaque with “Agent Mobius M. Mobius” next to a door that appeared to be no different than the plethora that decorated the previous walls.

As if reading his thoughts, “Comment on the name, and you’ll find yourself eyebrows deep in paperwork” left the agent’s mouth as he dug around in his pocket for a bundle of keys...Loki then realized that the dozens of differently sized keys were actually on a small ring, but there were so many they simply looked like a ball of differently formed metal. As Mobius habitually pulled a smaller gold key from the mass, he slipped it into the door’s slot to twist. As Loki took a step to begin following his mentor inside the room he was stopped by a hand in his chest.

“Wait. I need to...just wait.” Loki didn’t have time to read the expression on the agent’s face before he ducked his head past the door to look around what was on the other side. It only took a moment before the warmly smiling Mobius returned to face Loki, fully opening the door to reveal it’s holdings.

A moderately sized room, containing a meticulously tidied desk, a window overlooking the busy outside landscape, and a cot covered in a thin blanket. The same type of cot that Loki had been resting on in a holding area for variants, constantly being monitored by minute men ready to strike. Other than a generic painting of abstract art donning, a singular door was positioned on the adjacent wall to the entrance. Being a higher positioned official, it was obvious that Mobius had achieved a place of work outside of the communal areas. Loki’s analyzing gaze landed on the agent who was pulling back the sheet on the cot, revealing an equally thin pillow as he prepped the area for an occupant.

“Now you...can rest here for a moment as I continue to work. Your brain wouldn’t be of any use to me if you’re too tired to function.” Mobius gestured to the bed with an open hand. “I just need to emphasize this...If you ever listen to a single thing I say, for the love of the time keepers. Don’t touch anything. Nothing on my desk, nothing in the drawers, and do not touch this door.”

Loki’s eyes instinctually darted to the, more than likely locked, barricade that had previously not piqued his interest. As not to make the agent retract his offer of a moment of sleep, his eyes returned to Mobius as he offered a curt nod. Assessing the variant that stood before him, he couldn’t help but let out a soft curse, praying he wouldn’t regret this.

“If you’re not back in a while, I’ll come find you. Just get some sleep, refresh yourself and we’ll get on it.” Mobius passed by Loki in the tiny space, walking towards the exit of the office. He paused in the doorframe, momentarily debating his decision before urging himself forward, the door shutting behind him.

Despite the myriad of questions and the possibility of finding essential information towards his eventual escape from the TVA, even catching sight of the uncomfortable cot carried his weary body to a lying position. Weeks, days, or whatever it had been without allowing himself to eat or sleep properly finally took its toll as his eyelids were pulled down to enclose him in darkness.

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The clamor of a slammed door caused Loki’s gaze to abruptly focus on the above ceiling. He couldn’t have been sleeping long, but who’s to say in this hellscape. He sat up quickly, instinctually ready to strike and was met with the same empty room he had fallen asleep to. As his startled heart rate began too slow, he began to question what had awoken him. Was it Mobius? Had he come to see if he was still here? That wouldn’t make sense, because why would he leave so rapidly? A TVA agent? None of the possibilities answered his pondering, as his eyes trained on something in the room that had changed. A mug, lilac in color, brightly stood out against the dull carpet which it lay on it’s side. Brown liquid leaked out, staining the floor slightly. This was not present when Loki had entered the office, Mobius’ neatness not matching the haphazardly dropped chalice that rested directly next to the forbidden door. Loki silently crept off of his resting place to crouch next to the object, his fingertips lightly gracing over the ceramic surface of the intrusive item. Warm. It was warm, like it had been filled with hot liquid or resting in the hands of someone for an extended period of time. Either way, it was recent. Incredibly so. Loki’s eyes drifted upwards towards the seam of the door, as his mind began to race. Did someone come from here? Impossible, he would’ve heard them. As much as it seemed to have appeared from thin air, magic didn’t exist in the TVA. Before he could think much longer, footsteps began to approach the office. Loki arose to a standing position, prepared to look unassuming as he stepped away from the offensive object. As expected, Mobius soon appeared from the hallway holding two TVA brand paper cups and a smile on his face.

“Ha-Hey sleeping beauty! Glad to see you’re alert and ready for more.”

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okay…but would anyone read a loki x reader who mobius saved from tva execution and sees as a daughter figure? bc…i have ideas

#loki laufeyson #loki #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki tv series #loki tva #agent mobius #mobius #mobius x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #loki odinson #loki series #mcu loki #loki disney+

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“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” with 40s Bucky please omg. (Also hiiiii, I haven't stopped in in so long omfg. I hope you're doing well. 😊)

((hi baby! missed you so so much!))

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

- Walking into the smoky bar that evening, you had a plan.

- There was no way in hell you were leaving without a random man on your arm, drooling at the idea of spending the night in your presence.

- Your inspiration for this goal was instilled once your eyes landed on your best friend of many years in a passionate liplock with some seedy blonde he’d managed to woo only an hour before.

- He was supposed to be your date. While you couldn’t/didn’t call it a date, it was the principle. You’d come with him, and he was ignoring you as if you were yesterday’s newspaper.

- Your target did not take long to acquire as you managed to spot a singleton like yourself lounging against the counter with what appeared to be an incredibly strong drink in hand.

- All it took was a few batted lashes and a touch on the arm before he was gripping your arm tightly, attempting to lead you from the busy club.

- But you didn’t want to leave. You wanted him to see. See that you could easily play his game.

- The stranger’s mouth tasted like whiskey and breath mints but were far from delicious. Kissing him tasted like wanting Bucky to be in his place.

- His tongue had barely begun it’s journey past your half-willing lips when you were yanked against a firm chest.

- “Goodnight sir, I think it’s about time I find my lady her way home.”

- Bucky was silent as you two walked down the empty streets towards your house, his hands stuffed anxiously in his pockets due to his earlier actions.

- You had only reached your front door when he finally chose to speak.

- “Listen-” His voice was surpisingly soft when you went to interupt him.

- “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” You confessed and his look of shock did nothing to settle your terribly nervous stomach.

- His typically stoic face contorted into something that resembled amusment mixed with joy as muscular arms wrapped around your torsoe.

- “You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

#ok anon #writing #creative writing #Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #james barnes #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky #james barnes x reader #james barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you

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Thank you so much for using my prompt list! I’d love to see you write something on #43, with anybody you like! Happy writing, and thanks again💓💓

#43 “i need a place to stay” with brian may

((THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH AN EXCELLENT WRITER AH))

- you didn’t know why you thought that it was a brilliant idea to bring the flirty guy from the record store to be your date for the queen concert that evening, but here you were

- a soundcheck emplpyee standing in the empty hotel hallway at 3am with moans echoing from your occupied bedroom

- you should’ve known it was going to be a long night when you saw the bedroom eyes your “date” was giving one of the roadies

- and surprisingly their offer to join was not particularly appealing to you

- you were exhausted, pissed, and desperate for someone to complain to when you found yourself standing outside of a particular room

- a particular guitarist’s room

- you and brian had made a special little connection on the tour, with him always cracking jokes to you during warm up and you reminding him where he’d left his coat

- to say you had a soft spot for him would be putting it lightly

- your hand moved on its own accord as you lightly knocked, silently praying he was either a light sleeper or an insomniac

- when the door creaked open, you swore an invisible fist gut punched the wind from your stomach

- his curls were haphazardly laid around his head like a halo and his kind tired eyes showed concern and surprise

- before he could ask ‘why?’ you felt the entirety of the night push you into his arms

- his long limbs wrapped around you tightly, resting his chin atop your forehead after placing a brush of a kiss to the crown of your skull

- “i need a place to stay.” was all you could utter and he let out a small grunt of understanding

- “you know you’ll always have a place here with me...” he crooned gently, guiding your exhausted form inside of his room

- your previous company long forgotten

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PLEASE SEND STUFF IN

Prompt List

REQUESTS OPEN!

Send me your asks! (also feel free to reblog this list and use it yourself.)

“Oh, I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

“I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off all the time.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“Where have you been?”

“Oh, for the love of Fucking God!”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“Y/N This isn’t what it looks like…”

“What did you do?”

“I never loved you.”

“Will you marry me?

“I’ll pick up the check.” “We have a joint bank account.” “You’re welcome.”

“There is nothing for me here!” “What about me?! I’m still here!”

“Have you ever heard of knocking?!”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

“He loved you a lot, you know?” “I know…”

“You’re strangely nonchalant for someone who almost died a second ago.”

“What the hell were you thinking?!” “In all honesty, I’m not really sure.”

“I don’t even know who you are anymore!”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“I want an answer, goddammit!”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“Say it again.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“Do you regret it?”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“I still remember the way you taste.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“Stop moving on my lap, it’s not making the situation any better.”

“How far do we have to drive before you two just admit you’re in love?”

“How do you even have that much blood?”

“Are you really taking his side right now?”

“I’ve seen you every day for the past month and you’ve never once looked at me the way you are right now.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I do have homework, though.”

“He was my teacher in year ten. I don’t think you need to be this jealous.”

“I need a place to stay.”

“Why are you only just telling me this?”

“Can’t you stay just a little longer?”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“We’re not ‘just friends. We both know that.”

“Hear me out.” “Why the fuck should I listen to you?”

“Where did you get those bruises? Is he hurting you?”

“I’m not going to get sick, baby. Just let me hold you.”

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would anyone read a joe mazzello x reader fic?

inspired by one of my fav movies, moulin rouge

(also requests are open babes 💗)

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aashkjddh the whole “how did it end up like this?” story is so well written, I love it 🥰

i love youUuUuU!!

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Your writing style is fucking fantastic and idk if you’re planning on doing another part to How Did It End Up Like This buuuuut it’s amazing and I love it so there we go 😂💕

uhm how about ily? there will sadly only be 3 parts but I am accepting requests rn

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How Did It End Up Like This? (”Mr. Brightside” Roger Taylor x Reader) Final Chapter

PLEASE REBLOG AND LEAVE COMMENTS, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT HELPS. ALSO REQUEST BOX IS OPEN

a/n: I’M SO SORRY FOR BEING ABSENT FOR SO LONG. ALSO I FEEL LIKE THIS ENDING IS TRASH, I JUST DIDN’T PLAN ON THIS BEING SUPER LONG. I AM THINKING ABOUT WRITING OTHER STUFF (maybe a joe/deaky piece) AFTER THIS, LEMME KNOW WHAT Y’ALL THINK.

this is a submission for @yourealegendfred ‘s 3k songfic challenge (congrats love, you fricken deserve it) and i’ve worked for a bit on it. even if you’re not a Queen/Bohrap fan, maybe give it a shot? this fic could be for both universes. also THIS IS A SERIES and if y’all like it, let me know so I can continue it! thank you all so much, i love you all

pairing: roger taylor x reader

word count: 1.5k

Fuck who ever was banging on his door at this hour. They were seconds away from getting a drumstick jammed up their backside. Roger’s head throbbed as he pulled himself into a sitting position. Bleary eyes landed on the naked figure curled on the other side of his bed, and he scowled. One night stands never felt like a good idea in the morning. Tossing his legs over the edge of the mattress, he pulled on his abandoned briefs to regain his modesty before shuffling to the relentless pounding.

“Fuckin’ heard you the first time mate…” he groaned as he yanked the door open, only to feel his insides twist.

There she stood, in her familiar professional wear and she looked breathtaking. Drinking in her appearance was halted instantly when Roger locked eyes with her fearful gaze. He then noticed the photos in her hands. They were pictures from last night, and the smirk that crossed his lips made her expression go aghast. But he couldn’t help it. They were delicious. Her wanton body moulded completely against his own as he gripped her like she was about to be tugged away. His grin left instantly when she shoved the thin film forcefully against his chest.

“What the hell do we do about this?” His hand clasped over hers that was pressing the offensive images against his skin.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” His morning voice scratched his raw throat and he ached for a cup of tea in bed...preferably with her snuggled up beside him. But not right now, not when she was cross with him.

“John Reid...your manager, ran these by me this morning. Some prick took them last night and is threatening to release them to the press.”

Roger wondered if it was incredibly rude that none of the words she was saying meant shit to him, because he was much more preoccupied with admiring the way her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked. His distraction was interrupted as she brushed past him into his room, her voice lessening in strength.

“He’s demanding a fuck ton of money, Taylor. And he’ll probably hold on to the negatives, sell them after we’ve settled…all over a stupid...kiss...” Her eyes trained on the moving form tangled in sheets across the room as she trailed off. The oblivious third party slowly pulled on her garment from the night before. Painful silence filled the air as a short dress was dragged up long tan legs. After slipping into towering stilettos, she effortlessly waltzed across the floor to place an open mouthed kiss to Roger’s grimacing face.

“Don’t be a stranger…” she cooed, shooting a glance of indifference towards the other female before exiting. The drummer’s heartbeat mimicked that of his instrument as tension deafened the room. He opened his mouth, preparing to charm his way out of the situation.

“Drop it.” The woman standing across from him locked their gaze with fierce intensity. “Listen, I know that you are perfectly fine with acting upon impulses not considering their consequences, but while you’ll forget about last night, I have a boyfriend...a career! And now I’ll just be known as another one of your one night stands.”

She gestured wildly towards the door which her example had just departed. She couldn’t continue to look at him partially out of disgust, but mainly out of the fear that she’d be met with the apathetic glare she had always seen Roger’s heartbroken girls receive. She had denied, no refused, her feelings for the drummer ever since he’d taken to giving her attention. She knew nothing good could come from falling in love with a rockstar who had a wandering eye. And although her job wasn’t under a strict contract, Reid banging on her hotel door that morning was evidence enough that fooling around was not acceptable. And protecting her heart. Dating Jonathan was safe. He was a promise of security and faithfulness, no matter how terribly dull he was. Roger was irresponsible. He was egotistical. He was temperamental...He was kissing her. When did he start kissing her?

She was so enraptured in her racing thoughts she wasn’t coherent to the blonde’s fingers wrapping firmly around her wrist. Her lack of resistance made it effortless to tug her flush against his warm chest. Like magnets, his mouth found hers in a kiss very different than their first.

They were sober, they were alone, and he had things to prove. That last night was something he was never going to forget. That her touch is the only one he ever wanted to feel. That he wanted to be stripping her dress off at the end of the night, not off some random fan. That nothing made him more sick to his stomach than imagining her being kissed, embraced, adored by some other man. And that he was so terribly sorry that it took his ardent jealousy to open his eyes.

That he wanted her.

His brows cinched tightly together as his palms flat against her back pressed her hopelessly closer. Her lips pulling away from his caused one of his hands to shoot up and clutch the side of her cheek, keeping her in place. Her breath washed over his chin in warm huffs as his eyelids trembled open. She still wasn’t looking at him, her gaze cast downward as she quietly drew in air.

“...’m sorry...” his faint hearted tone caught the photographer off guard as her eyes locked on his. Their shade of blue could teach the sky a thing or two she thought, now that she was able to admire them at proximity. The calloused pad of his thumb separated a small lock of hair framing her face, allowing it to wrap around his worn skin.

“I...Jonathan-”

“Don’t say his name. I don’t want you to say his name.” Roger’s grip tightened ever so slightly, as if only the mention of the other male would rip her from his arms. His tongue darted across his lips anxiously before his jaw clenched tightly. All he could do was let his gaze dance across her face, swearing that every pore of her skin reminded him of a paint stroke in a masterpiece. He cursed himself for never taking the time before to count the beauty marks that flecked across her features.

Why was this so hard?

He had millions of things he wanted to tell her, but none of the words crossing his mind were enough. He wanted her, obviously. In so many ways. But what could he offer for the most extraordinary woman. Someone who he foolishly never gave the time of day that she deserved. He wanted to promise her a relationship. With stability, faithfulness, and comfort. But as he stared into her eyes that held fire to mask vulnerability, it was obvious that was not who he was. Raw emotion mixed with a painful hangover made his voice discordant.

“I’m not enough for you...but I could try.”

He didn’t know what else to say but the truth. She was worth it. Trying. The shaky breath she released was difficult to interpret, as his celeste eyes frantically searched her face. What didn’t settle right in his stomach was when she turned her head, her forehead wrinkling in strife.

“Roger…”

“I’m a fuck up. I can’t control my jealousy, and seeing him...doing everything I’ve wanted to do...I was a prick. I just want you to always be by me. Taking your gorgeous pictures. Taking the piss with the lads. Distracting me from the wings.”

Now Roger couldn’t stop talking. He was desperate, words spilling out at lightning speed. His calloused hands reached out for her, gripping her upper arms tenderly. When she stiffened under his touch, he realized it was over. He’d lost her, and all he could do was admit defeat.

“But what I want isn’t what you deserve. You deserve a bloke who will ask you out on proper dates, not drunkenly snog you in a seedy club. You deserve more than that. University graduates. Pressed trousers. Steady job. Not some arse of a drummer who thinks knob instead of his head.”

He allowed his calloused digits to drag down her skin, memorizing how she felt as it would be one of the first and last times he could ever do so. As the tips danced over her wrists, he began to pull away knowing that his embrace was far from wanted. That’s why when her fingers reached forwards to intertwine with his, his grip was limp from shock. His gaze travelled from their touch meet her surprisingly affectionate stare.

“Maybe what I deserve isn’t what I want.”

His jaw slack, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth in a minute grin.

“You-”

“Did you really need to have a diva fit to realize that in my eyes no one will ever replace you?”

Her teasing jest was all it took for him to tug her tightly against his chest with his hands encasing the sides her of her face. Roger had one more thing to prove. It was that there would never be another man who would take her breath away like he could.

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@katiekitty261 @floralcyanide @axhillxs

@perriwiinkle @rogerinaismykillerqueen

@thealexandraway @2tits-johndeacon

@rogerinahardy1 @marvelxlena

@whatimreadingrnatm @rogerinahardy1

@bulsaratheopera @that-fandom-sucks-tho

@baebee35 @poachedhazontoast

@golddustghost @16wiishes

@princessskylarsblog @rogerfxckingtaylor

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Hey love, do you BoRhap cast imagines by any chance?

i do! so sorry i’ve been gone for a minute but i’m gonna try to be active again!

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How Did It End Up Like This? (”Mr. Brightside” Roger Taylor x Reader) Chapter 2

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a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT! this is a submission for @yourealegendfred ‘s 3k songfic challenge (congrats love, you fricken deserve it) and i’ve worked for a bit on it. even if you’re not a Queen/Bohrap fan, maybe give it a shot? this fic could be for both universes. also THIS IS A SERIES and if y’all like it, let me know so I can continue it! thank you all so much, i love you all

pairing: roger taylor x reader

word count: 1.1k

After concert parties had a typical pattern for Roger Taylor. Showing up at the grimy bar, his first goal was always to toss down as many drinks deemed necessary. And that’s wasn’t what differed from this evening. The deviation was that instead of scanning the writhing bodies for who he would be taking home, he was searching for her. And it was a fruitless effort. There was no reason for her to be at the club when she had a perfectly sound reason to be back at the hotel. Slamming down the foul tasting liquid his eyes burned, most likely from rubbing his face in frustration.

“Better slow down Rog, or we’ll have to carry you out of here.” Deaky quipped, placing a hand on the other’s shoulder to which he shrugged off.

“...‘m fine…” he grumbled head resting in his hands.

“At least try to look somewhat decent for our company.” The blonde’s gaze raised before his stomach lurched. There she was, strolling over to the group sitting at the bar. Her mouth was curved into a joyous smile at the familiar faces staring back at her, particularly the slack-jawed drummer. The poison in his system made his bodily control non-existent as he leapt from his chair. She didn’t even have time to reach the band before Roger had stood and took long-legged strides towards her. Looking the way she did, he found his inhibitions vanished. He wanted her, Johnathon be damned. Her attention was locked onto him and he ate that shit up with a spoon, the grin not absent from her face.

“Nice job being able to keep a rhythm for once.” her badgering only made the squirming of his belly intensify.

“Where’s Cambridge?” the growl of his voice came out gruffer than he had intended, pent up need for her leaking out with his tone.

“He was beat, chose to take an early night.” The smirk on his face could be described as devilish, as he took a step closer.

“Is that so…” he practically purred. Her eyes were wide, searching his expression and it was a sight more intoxicating than the whiskey he had downed. “Dance with me.” All he needed was the gentle nod she provided before his large hand was gently wrapped around her wrist, tugging her to the dancefloor. The way her limp hand shifted every slightly so that their fingers became interlocked proved that his actions weren’t particularly uninvited.

They ended up in the midst of pulsing bodies, keeping a somewhat safe distance between themselves. But Rodger’s mind was focused on how sinful she would feel pressed firmly against him. The booze injected blood pumping through his veins made him step forward, hands reaching out to hover over her waist without making direct contact. He wasn’t positive she wanted this. He couldn’t be when she was with someone else. But she was here now. And her hands that been tracing over her own frame came to rest over his, encasing herself in his grip. He froze. She was so warm. She radiated heat and she was so close and dear god have her eyes always screamed sex like this? He didn’t have time to answer his own question before he wrenched her front flush to his, and captured her lips in a scalding kiss.

One of his hands pressed flat against her lower back as the other reached to grip itself in her hair. He felt her knees buckle shakily, body weakening against his. He held back a guttural moan at her just...giving herself to him. And she wasn’t alone. She had him utterly wrapped around her finger as he quivered under her slightly hesitant touch. Her hands lightly flittered over his shirt, without fully touching. Out of fear that his actions weren’t as wanted as he presumed, he unlatched his mouth slightly from hers. The slight pull away was met with her instant resistance, as her wavering hands fisted the thin fabric of his shirt and didn’t allow their embrace to end. Nothing had ever felt so right to Roger. Repressed passion being conveyed as his insistent tongue dragged her own into his mouth. The screaming of his lungs was the only force strong enough to cause him to retreat, only ever so slightly. His hooded eyes matched her panting as his fingers dug into the same place that Jonathan's had been there before. He wanted to ensure that she never forgot how his touch burned into her skin.

“Fuck...” he all but whined leaning forward to scrape his teeth over her jaw. He had begun to tug at the soft skin of her jugular when it stopped. Her gripped hand that never left his pectoral turned into a pushing pressure. He withdrew, gaze sobering up almost instantly as she gave him a look that could only be interpreted as a mix of melancholy and dread.

“I…” Her voice broke and before she could even offer an explanation, the photographer turned on her heel and nudged out of the crowd. The image of her climbing into a cab was burned into his mind as he watched her run outside, her warmth leaving with her. Rodger’s stomach clenched as he felt bile sting his throat. That never happened when he was rejected. What also never happened was him storming from the building, finding no reason to stay behind unless she was in his arms.

Falling asleep that night was hell. Rodger’s gangly form was splayed out on the haphazardly made bed, scowl trained on the ceiling. He shouldn’t be alone in his bed right now. He should be tangled in her limbs, mouth brushing tenderly against hers to make her as breathless as possible. Cambridge could never. He couldn’t make her keen and shiver with just a caress. And what made Roger even more resentful...was that no one else made him feel the way she had. His skin where she had touched still felt like television static. Nothing like a normal hookup...his arms ached to just hold her. Listen to her talk about the hardship of trying to get a job where she was taken seriously, tell her that none of the male reporters could hold a candle to her. He wanted to pay her all of the attention that he could muster, no matter how exhausted or drunk off his arse he was. But no. She was laying in Jonathan's bed, letting him touch her, letting him adore her. It made Roger sick. Throwing himself to the side, the blonde let his hair fall over his face, sticking together in strands due to sweat. He wasn’t going to sleep tonight, he knew it. Stuffing his hand into his tight jean pocket, he begrudgingly tugged out a scrap of paper. His fingers trembled as he dialed the number of the red-head who came onto him at some point during the night. When he spoke, his voice felt like acid against his tongue.

“How fast can you get here?”

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