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imagination-is-key-in-my-world · 3 years

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Now That’s Hot

Authors Note: This one was fun to write, I kept getting a bit carried away. This could easily have been a lot longer. Let me know if you think I should do another part.

Summary: The reader is Newt’s best friend. She dreams of being a runner but after the confession from her best friend, she changes her mind. Soon enough something happens that takes her best friend from her and causes her to change her mind back.

Warning: Swearing and attempted suicide.

Pairing: Reader x Newt

Word Count: 4,544

It must have been a lifetime since I had seen a tree that was not transformed into some form of shelter for the Gladers. I could not remember what my normal life was like before I was brought to the glade. For all I knew, this was how everyone lived. I mean I cannot complain. Being the only girl in a glade full of boys had its perks.

I have been here for about three months and since the day I arrived, all the boys were walking on eggshells. You see, girls should not be here. The longest living resident of the glade had been here for three years, and there had been no girls.

Since I have been here, I have tried out for a lot of the jobs around the glade. Turns out I was not much good at a lot of the domestic roles. I know, shocker. I did think I showed potential at being a runner. Thomas was impressed with my speed and agility. But my best friend Newt would not let me. I can remember the moment I told him that Thomas thought that I would be a good addition to the team.

~~~Flashback~~~

“Hey Newt!” I called as the light brown-haired boy dug his plough into the dirt, wiping his dirty hand across his brow to bat away the sweat. When he looked up at me sprinting over to him, his eyes lit up and I could see the corners of his lips begin to crinkle into a smile. “Newt!” I called again, barely holding in the excitement.

He met me with a giant hug as I launched myself into his arms. “Wow, Y/N. What’s gotten into you huh?” He chuckled into my hair. “Did WCKD bring you more chocolate for your monthlies?”

I bat his hand away at his premenstrual cycle joke. Poor taste Newt. “No, and might I add, ew.” I crinkle up my nose holding back a laugh, pretending I was disgusted at his attempt at humour.

He eventually took a step back so that he could read the expression on my face to determine why I was so excited. “Well, are you going to spit it out or am I going to have to pry it out of you?”

I study his posture, arched back from digging all day and muddy patches all over his previously moderately clean attire. “I was just with Thomas, and- “

Before I could finish, Newt’s face sank. It was not that Newt was the jealous type, but lately he had become irritated at the mention of his other best friend’s name. Especially when it gets brought up with my own name. I never quite understood why Newt disliked me spending time with Thomas without him. Gally once joked that if Newt had his way, I would be attached to his ankle with a rubber band.

“Come on Newt, I haven’t even told you my news yet.” I moan, I hated seeing Newt look defeated. “Anyway, like I was saying Thomas invited me to be a runner. I passed the trials. Minho agreed that I was ready.” I was practically bouncing on the tips of my toes. “Isn’t that great Newt?”

I do not know what exactly I was expecting. Maybe a little smile, pride, something that read that he was happy for what I had achieved. The only female runner, the only other Glader who passed the initiation trials.

It felt like hours went by and Newt had not even spoken. He just stared through me. Finally, he coughed and cleared his throat. “Wow,” he paused “that’s um, great news Y/N.”

It was clear that he was feigning the joy that he felt for me. “What’s wrong?” I mutter taking a step back from my friend. “I thought you would be happy for me?”

“I am!” He blurted and then quickly sighed after the fact. His arm reached up as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. A little habit I have picked up on that he did when he was apprehensive. “I just don’t think you should be a runner.”

“Why?” I bite back. I did not want the hurt in my voice to come through but I could not hide it from coming through. I dig my nails into the palms of my hands as I ball up my fists. “Why not?”

“I just don’t think it is a good idea.”

“Why not, Newt? Are you just jealous that I would be spending more time with Thomas? Or is that you couldn’t be a runner?” I spit, it was not fair but I could not stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

“I was a runner!” Newt argued which practically knocked me back. I was fairly sure that the other Gladers had stopped what they were doing to take a peek at the two best friends performing a screaming match in front of their eyes. Entertainment was in short supply here. “Okay, Y/N? I was a runner. It destroyed me and I do not want it to happen to you.” He snapped, something he never did, especially with me.

My head fell to look at the mud that had gathered around his feet from where he was nervously scuffing his shoes against the dirt whilst he spoke. “You were a runner?” I mutter almost inaudible.

“Yes, I never told you because it was the lowest part in my life and I can’t let it break you the way that it did to me.” Newt moved closer to me. I was not aware that so much distance had been created between us since we started ‘arguing.’ He placed his hands on my shoulders which caused me to look up at him. “Please don’t do it. I cannot lose you.” A tear gathered in his dark brown eyes.

I let him hold on to me. “What happened?” I spoke finally, breaking the silence between us.

He did not speak straight away. Instead, he led me over to the log that we normally sit on during our most heated heart to hearts. “I got low, really low. When we could not find a way out, I started to get incredibly defeated. Remember how I told you when you arrived that you could not climb the walls to get out?” He pauses for me to respond. I nod, I remember that the day I arrived, I had loads of questions and Newt did his best to answer each and every one of them. “Well one day I had been the one to be able to answer that question. I did in fact climb to the top. Once I was up there, I saw the maze in its entirety. I saw it moving before me. The walls rearranging themselves to make it harder for us to get out. It was then when it hit me, as I stood at the very top of that wall,” he pointed at the maze wall across from us, “that I realised I was going to die in here.”

“Newt,” I muttered. I reached out to hold his hand in my own. Delicately soothing him by dragging my thumb across his leaving goosebumps behind.

“Panic flooded my whole body. Do I want to sit back and let WCKD decide how I ‘lived’ or do I take my life into my own hands?” His voice dropped and cracked and my heart broke for him. I had no idea. “Ever wondered why I have this limp. Well, it turns out, I cannot even jump from a wall right.”

The wind picked up and sent a chill over my body. “The next day, I woke up with the Med-jacks and I was pissed. I mean how could I get that wrong. But then I heard the siren signally the box coming up. I begged the boys to take me over to the box. Greeting the new Gladers has and always will be my job. I guess I have a friendly face.” I smile, it was true. “The boys held me up and helped me over to the box to greet the new Glader and that was when I decided I wanted to live.”

My heart broke when I remembered back to that moment. I moved over to Newt and wrapped my arms around him. “I won’t do it. I will stay with you, always.”

“Promise?” He turned his head so that our noses were touching. My eyes connected with his and my breath caught in my throat.

“Promise.” I speak. I caught him as his eyes flicked from my own to my lips, asking for permission. Everyone thought that Newt and I were together, truth be told being the only girl in the Glade, I was constantly being followed by one of the guys. Newt was the only boy I wanted, before now, I thought he was not interested.

I leaned in closer so that our lips were almost together. “Newt!” For fuck sake. Our kiss was interrupted by Thomas calling for Newt. Both of us were not aware that the siren was signalling that the box was coming up.

I could not catch Newt’s expression when he pulled away and chased after the voice. I was left on the log all by myself. I could make out some of the voices behind me as they welcomed the new Glader to the Glade. Gally as per usual was the loudest out of the bunch. “It’s another shucking girl!”

My heart broke as I heard Newt jump into the box, his voice clear as day and as calm as the sea. “Hello, my name is Newt. Do you remember your name? Sometimes it takes a couple of days so no rush- “

“Teresa. My name is Teresa.” She interrupted. I could not see anything that was happening due to the distance I created from myself and the box.

“Nice to meet you Teresa.” I could hear the politeness in his voice begin to fade as I got up from the log and began to walk further away from my fellow Gladers. I knew exactly where I was going. When I first came to the Glade, Newt had brought me to a clearing deep in the woods where not many of the other boys knew about. It became our hideaway, and right now that is exactly where I needed to be.

~~~ End of Flashback ~~~

I stuck the plough into the dirt because that was who I was now since I turned down the runner job. It was my way to be closer to Newt now that he seemed to spend a lot of his free time with Teresa. I barely get to see him anymore, not since that day we almost kissed when she came up and ruined everything. I don’t think she has the ‘hots’ for Newt, she just seems to like sitting between us when we sit down for food. Or urgently need his help when I finally get him alone.

“Hey, Y/N?” Thomas asked as he jogged over to me. I jumped as I had not even noticed the walls to the maze close. I was simply staring at the brown-haired boy as he dug up the crops. I snap my attention to the brunette boy whose hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat.

“Yeah?” I say shaking off the thought that Newt had not even looked up when Thomas called my name.

Thomas reached me and brushed a leaf that had fallen onto my shoulder off. “So, I was wondering if you would be interested in a promotion.” I stare blankly at the boy as he continued to ramble on. “Last night I was looking at the wall when Gally scratched off another name, and well I was thinking, if we are going to get out of here, we really need all the help we can get in there.” He gestured to the maze. “You are by far the fastest runner we have here in the glade and Minho and I could really use an extra pair of, well legs.”

Before he could let the next words fall from his mouth, I surprised myself with my own voice. “I’ll do it.” I mutter simply. No tone to my voice whatsoever. Working here, with Newt so close and yet mentally so far away was becoming a hard pill to swallow. “When should I meet you tomorrow?”

My mind flashed back to the conversation I had last week with Newt. Part of me hurt for accepting the new job after what he had told me. But the other half of me knew that my own metaphorical wall was here, watching Newt with Teresa. Arms around her helping her dig up the dirt as if it were the hardest thing to do.

“First sign of sunrise.” He slapped my shoulder and ran off towards the makeshift showers. I watch as he disappears in the distance. He was hot but he did not do it for me, I knew where my heart belonged. I slam the plough back into the dirt creating another cavity for the seeds to be planted.

“What was that all about?” Newt’s voice sounded from behind me which made me jump. I swing around to see him standing about a metre from me holding a trowel in his hand. I must have accidently ignored him as he asked again “Y/N? What did Thomas want?”

I drop the plough and bend down so that I was now kneeling on the dirt. “He asked me to join them tomorrow on a run.” I say nonchalantly as I dig my hand into the bag of seeds, sprinkling them over the top of the small dug out holes. I looked up as Newt stood there watching me, frozen. “And I said yes.”

His hands immediately rose above his head as he gestured his annoyance. “What! What do you think you are doing?” His voice clearly annoyed, I had not heard his voice directed at me in days, let alone annoyed like it was now. “Are you trying to piss me off.” His British accent so clear as he cursed. “I thought we spoke about this.”

“We did.” I said calmly without any volume in my voice that matched his. “Only I didn’t think that you’d mind anymore.” Hurting him was not what I wanted to do, but I could not stop the words coming from my mouth.

“How could you think I didn’t care?” He countered; his trowel now dug into the ground as he threw it down in annoyance. “Do you really think that low of me?”

“I don’t think anything anymore, Newt.” I sigh. I slap the dirt from my hands onto my thighs before I stand back up straight. “I better go, Thomas wants to go early in the morning.” I gesture down at the work that I had completed. “All this is done, carrots, potatoes and onions.” I give him one last look, he looked hurt similarly to how he looked when I told him about me becoming a potential runner last week. “We all done?”

He did not answer just stared through me as if I was a ghost. “Y/N?” It came out like a whisper.

I turn back around to face the boy who I had once spent every minute of my day with. “Yes, Newt?”

“Don’t do it.” He pleaded. I caught Teresa watching us behind Newt’s back.

“Newtie? I need some help with this.” She cried.

Newt turned around towards Teresa and I sigh. “I have to. I can’t stay here forever.” I did not know if I was on about being in the maze or standing here being a fly on the wall whilst Teresa grew closer to my best friend. Before he could turn back around towards me, I started walking towards the showers where Thomas had disappeared.

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Thomas bent down to tie up the lace of my shoe that had come undone. “You know this isn’t the greatest start.” He scoffed. I was tired, I barely got any sleep last night. My brain kept reliving the altercation I had with Newt. It was clear Thomas had picked up on my fatigue. “We can take this one easy if you’d like. Nice and steady for your first run?”

I shake my head. That was the last thing I needed, to be babied on my first day. “No thanks, I’ll be fine once we get going.” I tie my hair back with a rubber band that Newt had given me on my second night in the Glade. “Right which area we looking at today? Five or Seven?”

Minho laughed a little to himself. “Actually, we are going to section eight.”

I clapped my hands to signal that I was ready. “So, what are we waiting for?” I call as I run inside the opening of the maze, the boys closely behind me. Little was I aware that Newt was stood in the middle of the Glade watching as I disappeared from his naked eye.

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It was shockingly quite dark in the maze. Due to the tall walls, very little light could get through. I held my arm out to silently signal to the boys to stop running. I could hear clicking. It was the first time I had actually heard it in person, but I immediately knew what it was. Thomas’ eyes widened and Minho began retreating through the maze, skilfully dodging all the moving walls. “Y/N?” Thomas whispered to me. “We need to go.” He tried pulling on my arm but I pulled away from him and continued through the maze.

“You go. I can see something back there and I am not leaving until I know what it is.” I was already sprinting forward, the clicking noise starting to get louder than it had previously been. I was not shocked when I looked over my shoulder to see Thomas running after Minho to exit the maze.

I could make out a flickering light and I was curious as to what it was. My feet clattered against the floor as I increased my speed. I needed to know what this was, even if it was the last thing that I was going to do. I pictured Newt’s face; how happy he would be if I came back to tell him that I found a way out for us.

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Newt’s POV

Newt stood there in front of the wall all day. From the minute he watched the girl he loved run through the opening in the wall, he found his feet glued to the spot.

“Newtie?” Her voice caused Newt to turn towards the sound. “Newtie can you show me how to do this?”

Teresa was standing over by the vegetable patch with the plough in her hands looking completely baffled. “Can you ask Chuck?” Newt said, quickly returning his gaze back towards the opening. Something was wrong, it was getting dark and they still were not back yet.

“Newtie, I don’t want Chuck to help me. He doesn’t do it the same way you do.” She moaned. Newt did not want to admit it but she was really starting to piss him off. He did not like having problems or issues with people, but today Teresa has been extra babyish and quite frankly he did not need to worry about two people not when his best friend was practically risking her own life in the maze.

“No Teresa!” He snapped, not taking his eyes away from the wall.

“What’s your problem?” She moaned and threw the plough down onto the dirt. “Seriously, who put salt in your cereal?” He rolled his eyes and let her walk away from him.

He continued to gaze upon the wall twiddling his thumbs together nervously. The sun was starting to set and there was still no sign of them. “Come on.” He quietly muttered to himself. Gally joined the light brown-haired boy. He slung his arm around his shoulder and quietly waited with him. Gally could be a jerk sometimes but deep down he really did care about each Glader.

“Newt look.” He shrugged the boy and drew his attention to Minho running through the walls. Newt ran over to the boy who was coated head to toe in sweat. “Where are the others?” Gally questioned. Looking at the boy standing alone in front of the pair of them.

“I’m here.” Thomas coughed, choking on his own breath. He doubled over trying to regain a steady pace with his pants.

Newt stared passed Thomas, expecting to see Y/N running through. He kept his eyes on the break in the wall but no one was coming through. “Thomas!” Newt gripped Thomas by the scruff of fabric on both shoulders and began to shake the boy. “Where the hell is Y/N?”

“She ran further into the maze.” Thomas pulled Newt’s hands from his shirt and took a step back as he sorted out his dishevelled clothing.

“And you just let her!” Newt screamed, spit flying out of his mouth. He looked like a feral animal. Gally tried to comfort the boy but Newt was having none of it, he brushed the boys caring hands from his back.

“Of course, I did not just let her, she ran off after this light in section eight. If I wanted to get out, I had to run. She made her own decision Newt. What was I meant to do? Follow her?”

“Yes!” Newt yelled. “When your friend runs into danger you are meant to help them.” His arms swung in the air. “You shucking idiot. She could be dead. Do you not realise that? If she is dead, I will shucking kill you right here in front of everyone.”

Gally pulled at Newt who was desperate to run into the maze. Even without his injured leg, Newt would not make it far. He was not a fighter and he was not a runner anymore. Even if he would risk all that for Y/N.

“You really want to kill me Newt? Then do it, take a swing.” Thomas squared up to Newt, Gally and Minho did their best to keep the two apart but their attempts were futile. When Gally eventually pulled Thomas away from Newt, Thomas noticed that Teresa had finally joined them as well as a couple of the other Gladers.

“If anything has happened to Y/N, I swear to God I will never forgive you.” Newt pushed away and sat down at the opening of the maze.

Thomas, Gally, Minho and the others watched on as Newt’s eyes never left the walls as they slowly began to shut in front of him. Locking his best friend on the other side. His head fell into his open palms as he quietly began to weep.

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The morning came and Thomas found Newt still sitting there in front of the maze. He knew that Newt had not come inside to sleep last night. Neither had he left to get himself a snack. The boy must have been falling apart all night as he sat there all by himself waiting for morning to come.

Thomas picked up a bag of chopped apples and walked over to Newt. Slowly he lowered himself so that he was sat next to the small, framed boy. “Newt, you need to eat something.” Thomas knew that it was hard to stay alive a night in the maze, he had done it. But he had only just managed to do it and he had not been running towards the Griever sounds like Y/N had.

Newt had not acknowledged Thomas’ presence. His eyes permanently locked on the stone in front. Thomas raised a hand to the boy’s shoulder. “Newt?” He enquired, but still no response.

Thomas sat quietly by Newt. He waited while the stone walls scratched together and slid apart revealing the entrance of the maze.

It felt like hours that Newt was watching since the stone walls opened. There was still no sign of Y/N. Newt turned to his friend and jumped to his feet. “Get in there and help her.” He snapped pushing Thomas a little too hard that he fell back onto the ground.

Thomas stuttered. “I- I don’t know if there is anything I can do. I wouldn’t even know what I am running into.”

Newt pulled at his hair. “I told you!” He snapped. “I told you she shouldn’t be a runner! This is on you!” Thomas was finally on his feet, but Newt was trying his best to knock him back down as he shoved at his chest. “You practically killed her.”

“Newtie! Time for work, you can’t make me do all of this by myself.” Teresa called and Newt saw red.

“Shut the fuck up, Teresa!” He screamed. “Shut up, okay!” He turned back to Thomas. “You and me, we are done. You took the one thing from me that actually made me want to wake up in the morning. Now she is gone.” He spat. “She’s gone.”

Newt fell onto his knees and began to let all his suppressed emotions hit him all at once. “Newt?” There was the sound of that soft voice in his head again. The one that used to bring a smile to his face, but now only brought tears to his eyes. He had remembered the way she said his name since he first met her. Her voice was permanently imprinted into his brain. “Newt?”

He lifted his head; the voice was louder. Louder than it could have been if it were in his head. He snapped his gaze towards the girl covered in Griever goop. In her hand he caught a metal contraption with wires poking out haphazardly.

Y/N POV

Within seconds Newt was on his feet and ran as best as he could over to the opening of the maze where I stood. Before I could even react, Newt knotted a hand into my hair and pulled my head towards his. His lips were sweet and soft and he did not seem to care that I was covered in Griever snot. He broke away from my lips and locked his eyes with mine. His hand smoothed some of the goop away from my face and I could see his smile clear as day.

His lips were not apart from mine for long. He reconnected them and pulled my whole body close enough to his that we were practically the same person. “What happened, Y/N?” Gally asked, clearly aware of my current appearance.

Newt detangled his lips from mine, but kept his arms knotted around my body to keep me from doing anything stupid like going back into that maze.

“I killed them.” Gally stared at me with his eyes wide. “All of them.”

All the Gladers that had gathered around had their mouths wide open. “You killed all the Grievers?” Teresa said clearly not believing me.

“That’s what I just said. Oh, and I found our way out. We can go home.”

Newt stared down at me and smiled as he squeezed me. “Now that’s hot!” He declared. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go home.”

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 4 years

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Run Run Shinsou (Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader)

TIME FOR SOME HOLIDAY FLUFF!! AND HOLIDAY HIJINKS!! I’m serious Christmas shopping is the WORST and ugh this is partially inspired by some Christmas movies that involved the hardships of Christmas Shopping and my own experiences in how exhausting it is...

I’m certain it’d be easier if I had Shinsou’s power though...

Summary: This Christmas holiday isn’t new to Shinsou, but getting a gift for the person he loves certainly is. And he goes to great lengths to get you a good one.

You gave a deep groan as you managed to stumble to the dorms with your head up to let out more groans. “You made it out alive (Y/N).” Uraraka stood beside you with a nervous smile, with Tsuyu next to her.

“I’m honestly impressed given that you haven’t really been sleeping at a good time.” Blunt as ever she nonetheless was happy that you managed to work your way through this semester even though you were losing motivation and sleep over the last two weeks.

“Tell me about it… ugh thank GOD it’s over and now I can just… go to sleep…” You confided in your girlfriends since school semesters worked differently in Japan and so school literally just finished and now this meant you could relax for a day at the dorms, have a party with your classmates the next and then go home to your family to celebrate the actual Christmas day.

As you waved a ‘see ya’ to the girls you slowly walked like a zombie to find your dorm. The only thing that made you perk up was your boyfriend hanging by the door as he gave you a casual wave and smile. “Hey.”

The two of you arranged to meet up and hang once school officially ended for the rest of the year, at least until the holidays, and you were so glad that now you could relax with your sweet Shinsou. Even though you were tired as hell.

“Oh Hitoshi… thank God you’re here…” You chuckled as you opened your door to let him into your less than clean room but since he wasn’t the cleanest guy in the world he was perfectly okay with it. Then again, it was comfortable around Shinsou since he was a pretty blasé, casual guy himself. He just tried a LITTLE extra harder with you though even if you and he could be casual and relaxed.

“Oh yeah? Missed me that much?” His smirk made you scoff and roll your eyes, “Well who else is gonna listen to me bitch about how hard school is getting?” You asked as he shrugged his shoulders as the two of you lied down on your bed.

“You know you’ve got a point. I need you to bitch about my issues too…” He couldn’t deny that, you could vent to him all day and he’ll be happy to listen, because you were happy to listen to him about his problems too.

Still, you really did miss him as you cuddled up next to him, “But yeah… I missed being close to you… school is so fucking hard and I just needed a hug…” Your words made him blush warmly as he smiled at you a little bit. “Sure.” He said as he did give you that nice, warm hug you had been wanting.

“I get it… I needed a hug too… my partner and I barely made it through that exam.” Shinsou knew that’s what stressed you out for the past week, and it honestly stressed him out too but thankfully Tokoyami was a fantastic partner and easy to get along with aside from the gloom and doom part, but since Shinsou was a little on the gloom and doom spectrum himself, it worked out and they both passed it together.

“You’re the lucky one! You at least had Tokoyami as a partner for the end of the semester exam! I was stuck with Ojiro…” It’s not that you disliked the guy, but compared to the rest of your classmates he didn’t stand out much and his quirk was hardly much especially compared to classmates like Bakugou, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Tokoyami and Kaminari. Ojiro was very nice to you and he worked hard to help you but… he wasn’t much compared to the others. Yes it was mean to think that but you were human weren’t you?

“You mean that bland, boring monkey Ojiro Mashirao? I’m sure that’s his name?” Shinsou chuckled and smirked when he didn’t seem to remember his name, or at least pretended to not remember his name.

“More like Ojiro Wishy ‘Washy-rao’.” You returned the smirk when you heard that snicker betray him and he couldn’t help but laugh as you burst into laughter with him. Was it the nicest joke in the world? No, but you could be your most authentic and witty self with Shinsou, and he could unwind with you too and say what was on his mind with you.

“I’m serious… you know the gift-wrapping paper that we’ve been seeing in every store? Those have more personality than him.”

“AHAHAHAHA! Oh my GOD Hitoshi… you’re such a savage… but… you’re not wrong. He’s a kind soul but he’s like a sugar cookie, all sugar but no chocolate. I like that he’s sugar but I want to taste a little something more, and he ain’t got more.” You gave him a thumbs up as you wiped your laughter tears away much to Shinsou’s great amusement.

“Well… at least you and I are done… just in time for this holiday everyone raves about… and we don’t even celebrate it here.” He said as he put his arm around you and you smiled at the thought of the holidays.

“Ah… yeah it’s more of a big deal in America and other parts of the world… I like the idea of if though… togetherness, singing annoyingly catchy songs, wearing red and green and elf costumes, watching adorably cheesy movies and eating so much sweets and food without caring about the calories.” You recalled the way your family spent the holidays and how it was especially a big deal in America, and how it was a lovely holiday even though it was busy and sometimes corny. But in a good way.

“Don’t you already do like three out of those five things? The cheesy movies, singing annoyingly catchy songs and eating a ton of food without caring about the calories?” He asked you with a cocked brow which made you laugh out loud.

“Well yeah but this holiday gives me the excuse to do all of that and no one can say anything! It’s like on Halloween! Where girls can dress like total sluts and no one can say anything.” You pointed out with a cheeky grin.

“Heh… very nice…”

“And plus we get to get each other gifts! That’s the funnest part! I already got mine for you~!” Shinsou’s face slightly paled when you more or less stated that you already had a gift for him…

He… didn’t get you anything…

Yet!

“Oh… that’s great…” He didn’t mean to sound so transparent but you were so happy and relaxed that you almost didn’t realize how uncertain he sounded. “I have a gift for you too.” So Shinsou kinda lied, but only because he didn’t want to seem like a shitty boyfriend who didn’t even get his girlfriend anything. But he knew how he was going to spend the rest of the day tomorrow before the party…

“Awww Hitoshi… you don’t have to get me anything…” You reassured him, even though you were excited already and grinning at the thought of your sweet Shinsou actually going out of his way to get you something! Okay maybe you lied when you said he didn’t have to get you anything… you didn’t wanna pressure him or nothing but it’d be really nice if he got you something.

“Of course I do. You’re the only one who actually gives a shit about what I feel, and the only one who can get me to SAY how I feel. That deserves something nice.” Shinsou said more honestly, his cheeks warming up the more he said it. He wasn’t the most open guy in the world, but he could be more open with you.

And you couldn’t help the big grin rising on your lips as you giggled and blushed giddily, “Ohh… Hitoshi…” You gave him a bigger, warmer hug and nuzzled into his chest which actually really flustered him as he started to stutter, “You’re the best boyfriend ever…!”

Damn… now he HAD to definitely find you a gift fast after hearing that kind of statement. “Y-You know me…” He said shyly and kind of nervously as he hugged you in bed…

THE NEXT DAY...

“Hahaha… oh man now you REALLY have to find her a gift.” Aside from you, Kaminari was the other classmate of the Hero Course he could rely on since he cared enough to befriend him and Shinsou couldn’t really push him away and he grew to like the guy.

“No doi, I got that already…” Shinsou groaned in annoyance at how Kaminari repeated what he had been telling himself for the past 12 hours as they walked into the mall together. He told you that Kaminari is the one who dragged him over here as a ploy to get you off his little plan and you believed it. So that was a good thing…

“Well hey it shouldn’t be hard right? You guys are boyfriend-girlfriend, and you guys know each other super well right?” Still Kaminari was going to help a brother out and Shinsou appreciated it as he nodded.

“Yeah I do… we basically like the same kind of music, movies and all. Especially MCR and Panic at the Disco…” That was one of the first things you and he bonded over, the love of emo bands, along with Tokoyami of course. Maybe he should have asked him what you would like the most since he was your good friend too, but he was with Kaminari already and now he had to rely on himself.

Kaminari snickered a bit as he put his arm around the guy, “You got this! But uh… do you have money?” That was the most important question and Shinsou hesitated before he nodded, “Oh yeah… I got money all right.” He DID have money but… he also MIGHT have brainwashed a Santa on the way over here and pretended to be one of those Santa’s for a little while to take as much money as he could. But in his defense that Santa wasn’t even donating to a good organization, that organization was really homophobic…

“Good!” But his friend didn’t seem to think much on his hesitation or the fact that Shinsou was still wearing the Santa hat he took as the two of them kept walking and looked at all the cooler stores that had some really cool things. Should he get you jewelry? No that’d be too cliché, besides he already get you a nice charm bracelet for your birthday…

He sighed heavily when he thought he and Kaminari weren’t getting anywhere, at least until he found himself at tried and true Hot Topic. And there he saw it…

The Gerard Way Funko Pop. Black Parade Edition and oh my God it looked so fabulous he almost wanted it for himself…

“I know what to get her.” He suddenly said as Kaminari perked up a bit, “Yeah?!” He looked excited too and followed where Shinsou was looking and saw it with a gasp. “The Black Parade…” He was familiar with the band too, and he thought they kicked ass!

“You HAVE to get her that…”

Shinsou nodded in full agreement as he quickly called an employee before anyone else could get it and to his relief they were able to get it for him as he held it close so no one else could see and try to steal it.

Paying for it was a pain but he DID have some of that Santa money to pay for it and left the store with a very satisfied smile. “Way to go Shinsou~!” Kaminari even patted his friend on the back when they left successful… at least…

“Hey, hey! You’re the kid who took my money!”

It was the Santa he had brainwashed, guess he caught onto it when his bucket was empty and his hat was now on Shinsou’s head. “What are you talking about? I didn’t take anyone’s money that would be stealing wouldn’t it? We don’t steal in this society.” He quickly lied as Kaminari nodded to back his friend up.

“Yeah, you didn’t take anything that’s why all my money in here’s gone and my hat! I remember! You were talking to me and then poof! It’s gone! All of it! Give it back!”

“Quite an aggressive Santa aren’t you? I thought Santa’s were supposed to be jolly.” Shinsou backed up a bit and continued to lie so he could find a way to get out of here. “Look I’m one of you, see the hat? I’m trying to make money for donation too.” Another lie but Kaminari was going to go with it.

“That’s right man! He’s super charitable that’s why he’s got his own hat here!” The blonde exclaimed much to Shinsou’s relief, but that was short-lived when ANOTHER Santa made his way over.

“Is this guy giving you trouble?” He asked the other Santa, who nodded, “Yeah this guy took all my money and now he’s lying about being an honorary Santa Claus!” The First Santa pointed at him angrily but Shinsou just shook his head.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

“Okay let’s calm down now, let me see your permit.” However, the second Santa was asking for a permit now and that Shinsou wasn’t planning on. “You really need a permit to donate to a good cause?” He asked even though that logically made sense since all these Santa’s needed to be legit in order to play Santa here at this mall.

And the Second Santa showed off his permit around his neck to show that he WAS legit and so was the First Santa, “Yeah you do, so do you have it or not?” And Second Santa was getting impatient as Shinsou and Kaminari grew kind of nervous.

“I do… in my heart. I answer to the people, as an aspiring pro-hero I can’t let permits stop me from trying to earn money to donate to the needy because they need things…” That sounded like something YOU would say since you knew how to lie out of your ass too so Shinsou took a hint from you and lied out of his ass.

“Hey! Show us your permit!” Oh shit and now a THIRD Santa showed up after seeing the commotion and Kaminari perked up fearfully and practically hid behind the taller Shinsou. “So many Santa’s are coming…” He whispered to Shinsou who was getting just as nervous but still kept his cool.

“You guys need to back off okay? I don’t need a permit and besides, I wouldn’t even donate to that organization. Don’t you know how homophobic it is? Get with the program…” Shinsou muttered in annoyance to the three Santa’s who were getting much too close for comfort.

“Don’t you bash the Savior Squad!” The First Santa took offense to that, and the Second Santa was getting closer, “Give us the money you took.” He more or less demanded instead of asked which Shinsou wasn’t going to do. He wasn’t threatened by these guys, but he DID need to get away from them.

“I’m not bashing anything. Now if you wanna take it just ask, but all of you have to say please.” He then requested of the Three Santas as they all went ‘Fine!’ and just when they were about to say ‘please’ their eyes went blank as Shinsou smirked and walked away, urging Kaminari to quickly follow him.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” He said as the electric-user gladly complied and followed, but neither of them saw a FOURTH Santa show up so he could help his three fellow Santa’s. “Hey! Snap out of it!!” Shinsou perked up and made the mistake of looking back when he saw the Fourth Santa get the other three Santa’s out of his trance.

“He’s getting away! Get the money back!” The Fourth Santa shouted and pointed at Shinsou, whose eyes went slightly wide when he saw the very angry Santa’s all glaring right at him…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDIIYVPRpns

That was Shinsou’s cue to run like hell as he took off in a very fast dash while the pissed off Santa’s all started shouting “STOP THIEF!” “GET THAT BRAT!!” “I’M GONNA PUT A HOLIDAY HURTING ON YOU KID!!”

Kaminari shouted in terror as he backed away when the surprisingly fast Santa’s whipped right through to chase after his friend as he nervously followed. “Run Run Shinsou! Run like Hell!!” And he called out for his friend, even though no duh, that’s exactly what Shinsou was doing as he ran as fast as he could. Thank God he’d been training with Aizawa to pick up on speed. He wasn’t that fast but he was faster than he used to be that’s for sure.

“Stop him!”

“He’s getting away!”

“He took money!”

“Cut him off!”

But the Santa’s called OTHER Santa’s in the area as they stopped what they were doing for a moment to see Shinsou running off, still carrying your gift in his hands as he looked a little shocked when he saw so many more Santa’s around…

Why were there so many Santa’s!

He looked back to see another Santa, and then another, and then another! And then he realized there was now like TEN Santa’s on his ass and now he had to pick up the pace as he ran with a rare, alarmed face when he could just hear them yelling at him among the loud holiday music blaring while he was being chased.

Shinsou moved away when a Santa nearly grabbed him, and then he got lucky when several kiosks showed up for him to go to and cut off the Santa’s who were getting too close for comfort. The Santa’s all nearly bumped into each other when Shinsou cut them off, but it didn’t stop the others in the back from going ahead to try and catch up to him.

But Shinsou had to run past so many people that he was slightly ashamed to use as obstacles for the Santa’s to get past since he was only one person and there were ten different Santa’s so they had more difficulty getting past the poor people in their way.

Even as the Santa’s yelled for people to get Shinsou to stop they were much too shocked and confused to know what was going on other than the fact that Santa’s were chasing some poor teenager for some reason.

And Shinsou grinned a little when he saw an escalator and quickly ran up the one going upstairs, and kinda cut in front of others just to get away from the upcoming Santa’s. “Dude! This is crazy!” Kaminari went to the other escalator also going up and was already panting, but Shinsou nodded nonetheless. “The things I do for love.” He smirked and shrugged before giving Kaminari the gift before he jumped onto the same escalator when the other Santa’s were getting close and ran ahead of the clamoring people who shouted in shock as Shinsou made it upstairs and lost the Santa’s for a moment as he darted into a toy store.

He knew the Santa’s were coming so he was going to fight back this time, and he immediately made his way to the toy section and grabbed several frisbee’s and Captain America shields and threw them RIGHT at the oncoming Santa’s who were unfortunate enough to get clocked and the other ones moved away just in time to avoid getting hit. But when more showed up, Shinsou grabbed two toy swords to defend himself.

“All right? You Santa’s wanna dance? Okay then, but there’s only one winner coming out of this.” He said with confidence despite the fact that there were TEN Santa’s looking fierce with their fists up and ready to fight as they shouted “You can’t take all of us!” “Bring it Purple-head!”

And that urged Shinsou to quickly swat and strike at the first Santa who got too close, and he kept swinging and swinging until every Santa got too close, although he made one Santa stop in his tracks. But Shinsou’s eyes went wide when all the other Santa’s decided to body slam him to the ground in a giant Santa Slam…

His back hit the ground, but he quickly slid away fast and used the Santa that got too close to him and made the others who responded to him stop as he quickly got away and this sanpped the other’s out of it as they all blinked their eyes.

“Where’d he go?!”

“I thought you had him!”

“You let him go?!”

Shinsou snickered and laughed to himself despite the bruises he was going to get in the morning as he ran out of the store as fast as he could and ran to the nearest elevator to get the HELL out of there. To his relief Kaminari had caught up to him, still carrying your gift and panting heavily from all that running.

“Phew… dude… way to go!! That’s my man!!” Kaminari then laughed and praised his friend as they both left the mall together, rather quickly too to avoid anymore Santa’s that were around…

LATER ON THAT NIGHT…

“Let me get this straight…”

What the hell did your boyfriend just do?

“You’re telling me that you took money from a homophobic donation organization, outran and fought off ten different Santa’s just so you could get me a Christmas gift?” Because Shinsou came back to the dorms winded and with a bruise on his chin from getting elbowed by one of the Santa’s you asked him for an explanation, and he gave you one.

“Ah… yeah…” He nervously scratched the back of his neck the more you described the not-so moral things he did just to get you the gift you were carrying.

It was Gerard Way and he was SO cute and it was the Black Parade edition, and oh my God there was no way it was cheap and yet Shinsou took money just so he could buy that for you…

“That is… SO ROMANTIC~!!!”

Instead of getting pissed like he thought you would be based on your tone, you chirped rather loudly and even fawned all over the gift in your hands, “Oh my GOD~! Hitoshi… it takes a real man to steal money and pick a fight with ten Santa Claus’s just so you could go home with a gift… and you did all that for me. Awww…”

You knew Shinsou wasn’t above doing naughty things but that’s what you adored about him, he had an edge to him and you loved it. In fact it was weirdly attractive and something about this whole situation and knowing your boyfriend more than likely made the naughty list was kinda turning you on…

“Really?” But Shinsou was VERY surprised and VERY happy to hear that as he started to blush and bashfully grin, “Oh w-well… yeah I would… do that all again for you if I had to.” He shyly admitted, although he had to admit he took a twisted delight in running from all those very angry Santa’s. It was kinda hilarious the more he thought about it…

Not like he was going to get in any major trouble either, after all, he wasn’t Bakugo or anything, not many people knew he was despite his performance at the Sports Festival.

“Awww… God I love you…” You beamed as you lovingly hugged him, still holding your gift in one hand, “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten! God he’s adorable…” Giggling, you hugged him a little tighter as your boyfriend gave a soft smile and hugged you back.

“I love you too.” He whispered quietly back to you, sighing heavily in relief that his efforts were good and that he fought for a good cause. You.

However, now it was YOUR turn to give him HIS gift, “Aaaaaand here is your gift~!” As you pulled away you gave him the box that was not-so wonderfully wrapped but Shinsou still smiled as he accepted it and opened it up with a slightly amused smile. He hasn’t gotten presents since he was like 10 years old. Mostly because he tried to act all cool to his mom and dad that he was ‘too old’ to get Christmas presents.

But this gift really shook him as his eyes went SLIGHTLY wide but the excitement was all on his shocked face when he saw it. An actual Black Parade jacket, just like the one Gerard Way wore in his music videos…

He couldn’t even speak he was so shook, and that made you increasingly nervous as your smile turned shaky. “Um… do you… like it…?” Oh my God he hated it didn’t he…?

“No…” Shinsou replied to you quickly and you could feel yourself sweating already until he said, “I love it.” Even through his excitement he gave you a soft, tender smile as you gasped and grinned widely with a big squeal.

“OH! OH GOOD!!” Oh Thank God you were so excited you jumped a little bit as he looked so marveled and excited to put this on. He was probably going to sleep in this…

“Wow… the buttons and everything.” He couldn’t help but examine how cool this looked, it was stylish and wicked as hell just like Gerard Way. “Just like Gerard wore it…” He then put it up to size himself up, and it was definitely a good fit based on what he saw.

You blushed quite madly with a shy smile, “It’s our favorite… I knew you would like it, I know my boyfriend…” You said with a smidge of confidence as Shinsou’s smile turned into a smirk.

“You knew I’d like it? Then why did you look so nervous?” He had to tease you a little bit and it just made you blush even more as you pouted, “Well…! You’re my boyfriend! I have to get you something I think you’d like…! Let me have this…! I had to kick three guys AND girls in the junk just to get this because I saw it first but they tried to take it anyway... Used my puppet-body quirk and everything...” You whined just a little bit as Shinsou chuckled and put his arm around you.

“Well you weren’t wrong. I do like it, no, I love it.... but knowing that you also broke a few laws just to get it for me... makes me love it even more... my naughty girl~.” He repeated what he had said as you smiled at him once more, “And I love what you got me too my naughty little Christmas elf~.” As you blushed with a warm smile as he grew rather flustered by your embarrassingly affectionate but sweet name as you and he shared a small little kiss in the comfort of your rooms.

“Happy Holidays (Y/N).”

“Happy Holidays Hitoshi~.”

The two of you said rather affectionately before you both decided to get out of your room to join the rest of the party. Especially since the Bakusquad (except Bakugo himself of course) had agreed to sing some Holiday songs with you.

All the while Shinsou had put on that jacket since it easily became his new favorite thing right now, and of course he caught some eyes from fans like Tokoyami, Jirou and Aoyama. “So soft…” And Shinsou was nice enough to let Tokoyami touch the hems of his sleeve, all the while looking very proud of it as he watched you sing along with Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari and Sero.

It's a wonderful feeling (hey, yeah, yeah) Feel the love in the room From the floor to the ceiling It's that time of year Christmas time is here

And with the blessings from above God sends you his love And everything's okay~

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays Oh yeah Merry Christmas Merry Christmas Happy Holidays~.

You were smiling the whole time as you sung with your friends as Shinsou for once got into it and put his arm around you.

He wasn’t the most festive guy in the world but it felt more like the holidays with you in his life as you nuzzled into his shoulder as he wore that Black Parade jacket and you were still carrying your little Gerard Way Funko Pop.

“I know I said this already but... Happy Holidays Hitoshi.. I love you.” You whispered that last part to your sweet boyfriend who warmly blushed and smiled at you.

“And I’ve said this already too but Happy Holidays to you too (Y/N)... and I love you too.” Shinsou whispered the same words back to you while you and he held each other and listened to the music, still wearing and holding onto each other’s gifts the whole time.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TUMBLR!!!

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Not Only In Love With His Car | Part One || Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor

MASTEERLIST is linked in my info box - I can’t put links on individual posts at the moment, otherwise they won’t show up here!

PART TWO also on my MASTERLIST

SO, I don’t know if I should try to excuse myself or not, but I just want to say that I’m incredibly thankful for every single one of you and to see that people still read my imagines and follow me although I haven’t been as active as I would have liked to!

THANK YOU!!!! <3

Just so you know, I combined two requests because I added one thing that changed the story slightly, I hope that’s okay. Don’t worry, I will write a lot more imagines about each of those amazing men because I love them! :)

Request: Hiii! Could you maybe write a R.Taylor (B.Hardy) x reader fanfic,maybe like they are secretly dating and the other members find out about it ? But if you don’t like the idea,you don’t need to.Basically,I it can be anything with R.Taylor

Request: Please can you write a Ben Hardy Rodger Taylor fic. I don’t have anything idea in particular so you have all creative control. I am just dying for more Ben Hardy imagines

Not Only In Love With His Car

— 3rd Person —

“What? Why?” Brian was just as confused as his two other friends that were staring at Roger with questioning looks on their face. “She wants to write her thesis about us. About… our story”, the blond explained. John spoke up, “But we don’t have a story to tell.” Roger pointed his finger at the bassist, “Not yet.”

The drummer was trying to convince his band members to let his “best friend” travel with them to the new recording studio, to spend more time with everyone since she apparently wanted to write her thesis for university about Queen. Brian was yet to be convinced, John was partly okay with it, and Freddie was sure there was more behind it but had not participated in the conversation yet.

“What do you think about it, Fred?” The guitarist turned to the lead singer. He shrugged and put his right hand on his hip, “I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. The people should know what we did.” A proud and wide grin started forming on Roger’s lips, as Freddie sent him a wink. “Alright”, Brian didn’t sound too excited about the idea of having a female on board – distraction and stuff - but he knew, this argument was not his to win.

The truth was, Roger really just wanted to spend more time with his girlfriend of nine months. He hasn’t been the best boyfriend, that he would have liked to be, for the time they’ve been together – he felt as if he has been putting their relationship second, more times than acceptable. Though, his girlfriend was completely fine with his jump-starting music career and hasn’t even complained once, still… Roger has felt the guilt coming up and wants to change that. He wants to be the boyfriend every girl dreams to have. The only problem here: the rest of the band doesn’t actually know about the secret relationship their friend has been having – hence why it’s secret. Thankfully, this secret girlfriend is studying Journalism and has to find a bombing story for her thesis - what would be better than the story of Queen. She, more than any other person, was convinced, that the band was going to have its big breakthrough and would be soon touring through continents.

--- 2nd Person ---

It was you, Deacy, Brian and your boyfriend in one car, whereas Freddie and Paul, who you have learned to dislike slowly but surely, were driving ahead of you to the "recording studio". Holding Roger's hand in the back of the car, was the only thing that didn't keep you from completely losing it and having a panic attack from the excitement building up. "Thank you, again", you whispered into his ear. "You've said this exact phrase at least thirty times in the last twenty-four hours. You're absolutely welcome." Thankfully, the two other band members were in the two front seats, not able to see what was going on in the back between you two lovebirds. Driving up to an even dirtier road, only mud and more mud, the car came to a sudden hold. You took a glance outside the window, "Where are we?" Brian turned the car off, took the keys in his hand and opened the door, "Our studio for the next couple weeks... maybe months." Before following his action of getting out, your head turned back to your boyfriend who had just the same facial expression on his face as you - confusion. Freddie was already walking all over the place, checking everything out while Paul was taking out the luggage, ready to get them inside of the house. You were surrounded by the smell of... farm - that's the only thing that came to your mind. Roger was throwing sceptical glances all over the place, "Recording studio?" The other man carried two bags into the house, "Well, the idea was to get away from all the distractions." You, standing next to your boyfriend, spoke up next, "In Freddie's defence...", you looked around, taking it all in, "You do get away from all the distractions because there's literally nothing here." Roger nodded in agreement, eyes wide open.

All of us decided to follow Paul inside, carrying our own stuff after noticing that Paul only put the lead singer's bags in the house. Before being able to put them down, Paul motioned for you to follow him further up the stairs - he tried to keep the mood light by making some jokes... it didn't work. "Roger, you're in here", he showed the blond to his room, getting a quick, "Alright", as a response - and then he was gone. "Freddie, this is you, biggest room. Brian, that's you", he stood still in the middle of the small hallway upstairs. Paul clapped his hands and shot you a look, "Yeah... (Y/N)... ehm... I was going to ask you, but probably forgot... you would be taking the living room. Is that okay?" "Yeah, of course", you truly were completely fine, yet your boyfriend wasn't, "Nah, she's gonna stay with me, the bed is big enough to fit three people in." Our "guide" nodded in agreement and left to show Deacy to his room... in the basement - how nice of him. You walked over to the blond head, "Roger, do you want to be any more obvious?", "What do you mean, obvious?" You only gave him a 'you-know-what-I-mean'-look as he kept on talking, "They won't suspect anything, come on", with a really hot head nod, he told you to get into the room, not caring if one of the members had seen it. Roger threw himself on the bed, bouncing right back up, making the both of you laugh. "Well, that's gonna be interesting to sleep in", he smirked, looking up to you. "It's not that bad", you tried making the situation of the actually quite... shit room at least a bit better. The drummer's grin only got wider, "I didn't mean bad, but loud", and with that, he grabbed your wrist and yanked you on the bed as well, making you fall on top of him, a loud laugh escaping from your lips - Roger's heartbeat sped up. His arms were tightly wrapped around your neck, nuzzling his face on top of your head, while your arms found their way around his waist. "You can't believe how happy I am to have you here." Your head turned upwards, looking him directly into his eyes - the only thing you saw was pure love and adoration. Not wanting to give him a verbal answer, you planted a kiss on his lips instead.

--- Later That Night ---

You woke up in the middle of the night by the sound of an angelic voice coming from, what sounded like, the attic above you. "Love of my life...", Freddie sang silently to himself, you thought. A smile formed on your lips, just hearing his voice made you happy. Your boyfriend's arms were tight around your waist as if he was scared you would leave him. You tried going back to sleep, using the singing as a soothing to make you sleepy, yet you were way too nosy not to go and check up on the lead singer - you promised Mary to keep an eye out for him. Carefully, you took Roger's hand and draped it over on to his side. He started turning away from you, his arm now close to himself. The squeaky bed was the next problem. Getting up from it was like trying to break into a museum and avoiding all of the red lasers. As soon as you stood up straight on your feet, you collected a bra, shirt, pyjama sweats, and a pair of socks that were still in your suitcase since you didn't really get time to unpack it. After putting everything on, you opened the bedroom which was almost as squeaky as the bed. Thankfully, the stairs to the attic were not far from the room you were sleeping in, so you were able to hopefully not disturb anyone. Walking up, you started hearing two voices instead of only Freddie's. A couple steps up, you were able to peak into the room through the railing. It was a quite dark lit room with a lot of instruments all over the place and even a sofa, where... Paul was sitting. You scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion, watching him get closer to the singer, putting out his cigarette. Fred tried looking away, acting not to seem interested. All of a sudden, in the short moment that he looked up from his notes, Paul smashed his lips onto the other man's. A gasp escaped your lips, going unnoticed by the two. Your hand flew to your mouth, shutting yourself up. Your heart was beating uncontrollably, not understanding... rather, not wanting to believe, what you had just witnessed. As the thought of Mary shot in your head, tears started forming in your eyes. You had known Mary for as long as you had known Roger - very long. Not even wanting to imagine the pain she would be in if she knew what had just happened right in front of your own eyes. After trying to calm yourself down as much as possible, you made your way back to your shared bedroom. Silently tiptoeing back and closing the door behind you. "Where'd you go?" Roger's spoke up from his lying position looking up at you in the dark. You jumped up, "Oh gosh, you scared me, I thought you were asleep." You crawled back into the comfort of the sheets and your boyfriend's arms. "I was until I noticed you were gone", "Sorry Rog, I didn't want to wake you up", you excused yourself. "Where were you?" Even though you hated lying to him and wanted to tell him about what had happened, you couldn't - you couldn't do that to Freddie. Therefore, your answer was simple: "Just the bathroom." The blond led it slide, too tired to hear if you were telling the truth or not and went back to sleep peacefully now that you were back in his arms. You, on the other hand, were absolutely not able to sleep in any peaceful way. The shame, the guilt, the sadness, everything was swelling up inside of you, making it impossible for you to fall asleep for the following three hours.

--- The Following Morning ---

The sun, a cold feeling, but most importantly, shouting woke you up. Opening your eyes, you saw it was finally the morning. Turning around, you couldn't see Roger anymore, but by taking a look at the hanging clock on the wall across from you, you instantly knew why - it was ten o'clock and Roger was never the one to truly sleep in. The happenings of last night shot back into your mind, making you wince. After not being able to fall asleep, you came to the conclusion to confront Freddie. You didn't hate him for what happened, neither were you ever going to hate him, but still... he had to tell Mary - and that was what you would tell him. The shouting became louder, so you decided to get up properly and take a look downstairs. The first thing you heard as soon as your feet hit the ground floor was your boyfriend's voice, "You call me sweet like I'm some kind of cheese." Which was followed by Brian's mumbling. You entered the kitchen where all of the shouting voices came from and came to sight with Roger turned towards you, Brian and John's backs facing you, and Freddie in the corner. "When my hand's on your grease gun. It's very subtle", the guitarist read out loud, making you chuckle. "It's a metaphor, Brian!" Your boyfriend defended. John spoke up next, "It's just a bit weird, Roger. What exactly are you doing with that car?" You decided to step in, seeing that Roger was just about to explode, "Good morning guys." All of their heads turned into your direction, smiling and each one of them giving you a "Good Morning" back. The drummer let a little "Morning, babe" slip, and only Freddie noticed it. You walked behind the counter, arms crossed, and stopped right next to your secret boyfriend, "What's all of that shouting about?" Roger had already prepared a cup of coffee and handed it to you. "Rog wants his song to be on the album", the bassist explained. "And what's the problem with that?" You questioned in confusion. "I'm in love with my car." Brian's answer made you choke on your coffee. "What?" With raised eyebrows, you turned your head to the blond. "It's a metaphor!" He shouted once more. Freddie tried calming everyone down, but John had to make a comment about how most bands don't fail but break up. You shook your head, not believing what was happening - they were fighting like children. Your eyes drifted from one member to another one, following whoever was talking, well... still shouting actually. "Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen", was Fred's only response before exiting the room, stepping outside into the fresh air. You contemplated whether or not to follow him, but something flying right in front of you into Brian's face, followed by, "Is that strong enough?!" "Roger!" You shouted at him, coming to the realisation that it was him that threw it. He looked for more things to throw around and eventually even found the probably most precious thing in the entire kitchen.

"Not the coffee machine!" John, Brian, and your voice echoed through the room at the drummer. You needed to take it into your own hands, "Guys, please! You act like little kids, calm down, it's just a song. You can talk-", you got cut off by Roger storming out of the room. A sigh left your lips. You knew, following him now wouldn't be the best decision, therefore you decided it was time to confront Freddie, but not before talking to the other two men, "Why can't you guys just... just let him have that one song." Brian spoke up, "Just because it's about you, doesn't mean you need to defend him. It's just not good." Your heart stopped for a second, "What? About me?" Now it was John's time, "Oh, come on as if we don't know. If he was actually talking about his car like that, we should be worried about him. And you're the only girl we ever got to meet. And please, oh my god, don't let me get started on how he talks about you." He shook his head drastically with a smile on his lips. Brian smirked at you, "He's not only in love with his car." You tried avoiding their eyes, looking around the room with your arms crossed, "Still... maybe it's not as bad." And with that you left the room, ready... well, not ready but having to confront Freddie.

Just as you walked outside, the guitarist's voice echoed, "It is!" making you giggle a bit. You weren't able to keep that emotion though, as you came to face with the dark-haired man's back. Your footsteps, which you made by wearing Roger's shoes that were right next to the door, were heavy and loud due to all of the mud and made Freddie turn around. "(Y/N) everything alright again inside?" "What do you think?" You smiled kindly at him which he returned. As you got next to him, he pulled out an open pack of cigarettes, offering you one - you declined, "I don't smoke, but thank you?" He looked at you curiously, "Why not?" And you shrugged your shoulders, "Just never been into it, I don't mind it though." He nodded with a smile. Before really getting to the subject as to why you came out here, you took a deep breath, "Freddie...", his head turned to you, "I...", you didn't know how to start this conversation. "I like you, okay? You're a wonderful person and you make Mary the happiest she's ever been. But...", you couldn't look him in the eyes, therefore, they found their way to the ground, "You have to tell her what happened yesterday." The lead singer was confused, so you carried on, "Last night, I heard you singing in the attic and I just wanted to know why you were still up and just check on you", suddenly it hit him and he shifted uncomfortably, "... I saw what happened with Paul." After your confession, you got the courage to look back up again and saw tears welling up in his eyes. "I know you're not that kind of man who'd just do that behind her back, but... you have to tell her. I won't, I promise", you spoke quietly and as soothing as possible. "I didn't want this to happen...", his voice cracked and you placed your hand on his back. "I know...", "I love her, I really do", he declared. You started rubbing circles, "I know, I know... but that's why you have to tell her. She'll understand." "Do you really think so?" He looked at you, his eyes full of tears and hope. You nodded with a smile and went to hug him tightly. "You are an amazing human being, Freddie", you whispered in his ear, knowing that he needed a form of cheering up. After parting again, he gave you a smile, assuring you that he would be alright as he wiped his tears away. "You should go and cheer up your boyfriend instead of me." "What? How- what?" You were just as confused as you were in the kitchen a couple minutes ago. "Oh, darling, please. His car is not the only thing he's in love with." His comment made you smile, "Why is everyone-", you threw your arms out and left with a sigh and the smile still on your lips, making Freddie laugh.

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It is a bit of a longer one, but I hope this somehow made up for the time I had been off. Thank you for supporting me and I hope those who requested it enjoyed it, everyone else of course too! :)

Thank you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day/night! <3

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freddie-roger-brian-john · 5 years

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Surprises - part five (BxRxR)

A/N - second last part! Beware, this is kinda messy.

Warnings - swearing, giving birth.

Word count - 1591

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Ben and Roger had rushed you out to the car the second they understood what was going on. The babies were coming, the three of you had to get to the hospital as soon as possible. As they ushered you out the door, Ben made sure to pick up the baby bag that you and Roger had organised earlier that week. It had everything you would need for the next few hours.

Ben sat in the back seat with you as Roger drove. You were leaning against him as he ran a hand through your hair, trying his best to stay calm. You could see how much Roger was beginning to panic. He kept glancing back at the two of you and he was practically shaking in his seat. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

As usual, you were the worst. You were just thankful that Ben had become accustomed to helping you calm down whenever you freaked out about the babies. Though you didn't say anything, he could practically hear your thoughts.

"This is really fucking scary." The words had come out shaky. You had meant for them to be a joke but the honest and panicked way in which you said them made even you question the tone.

"I know, baby," said Ben, "but everything's gonna be ok. You're gonna do so amazingly." You didn't believe him for one second. You didn't tell him that though, you kept quiet as your mind replayed every time you freaked out and every time Ben or Roger had helped you calm down. You needed their words to do this, that much you knew.

The three of you arrived at the hospital quick enough and it didn't take long for you to get as comfortable as was possible in a hospital bed.

Since month five, you had had a new doctor after Dr Simmons had moved to another hospital. Dr Malcolm, a tall man who wore glasses, had been her replacement.

He entered the room to see how far along you were. At this point, contractions were becoming the norm and you were extremely uncomfortable.

"You're already dilated 7cm," he informed you, Ben, and Roger, an hour after the three of you had arrived. "Looks like all your babies are coming soon." He told you not to worry and reminded you that the reward would be worth the discomfort. You were about to thank him for his words of encouragement when the door of your private room burst open.

"Tell us we're not too late!" Came the voice of Freddie Mercury. Seeing Roger's bandmates made you smile for the first time since your water had broken. Behind Freddie, you saw Brian and John file into the room after him, both beaming.

“You’re not,” Roger told them with an amused look on his face. The amused look was mirrored by Dr Malcolm who took his cue to leave and give the seven of you a moment. Roger and Ben both moved from their chairs to perch on the bed either side of you. Taking the hint, Freddie and Brian took the now empty chairs while John pulled a spare one closer to your bed.

“How are we feeling?” Brian asked you, giving your arm a comforting rub.

“Fine,” you lied. You knew immediately that no one in the room believed you.

“It’s gonna be ok,” John assured you. “Trust me, Veronica and I have been through this three times and every time, she’s been just fine.”

“You’re going to be more than fine,” Freddie told you. “You are going to do absolutely amazingly. Your babies will the second and third most beautiful in the world.”

“Second and third?” Ben questioned.

“Haven’t you seen my baby photos, my dear?” Freddie asked. “I was a work of art.”

“You still are, Fred,” you said, a genuine smile creeping up onto your face. Though you disliked how often the band went on tour or how long they would stay at the studio, you couldn’t help but love the men in it.

After a while of chatting and getting reacquainted with the boys, they excused themselves, knowing that you were probably in too much discomfort for a room that crowded. Roger was about to leave with them but just as he reached the doorway, he stopped in his tracks.

Another, rather sudden, contraction had snuck up on you and caused you to cry out. Ben, who was still next to you, grabbed your hand and allowed you to squeeze it as hard as you needed to. Roger decided that he couldn’t leave to chat with his friends when you were like this.

He returned to you side and took your other hand, ignored the sharp pain that hit him when you began to squeeze his hand as well.

Once the pain subsided, you opened the eyes that had been clenched shut and let out a deep sigh.

“This is gonna really hurt, isn’t it?” You said, looking at neither of them.

“Yeah, it is,” said Roger, “but it’s going to be so worth it.” You nodded, you knew he was right.

About half an hour later, Dr Malcolm returned. After informing you that you were already at ten centimetres, it truly hit you that the babies were coming.

“They’re coming now?” You asked, your voice shaky as you grabbed Ben and Roger’s hands.

“I’m afraid so,” Dr Malcolm replied. Nurses and midwives were called into the room, all the while you kept a firm grip on your boyfriends’ hands.

“You can do it, I know you can do it,” Ben told you, whispering words of encouragement into your right ear.

“You’re gonna be great,” Roger said into the left.

A few minutes later, the three of you had decided that childbirth was terrifying as fuck. Both Ben and Roger absolutely hated seeing you in the state you were in. Actual screams were spilling out of you as people kept telling you breathe and to push. You wished you could just tell everyone to shut up. “I can’t do this,” you breathed just as you thought you couldn’t push anymore. “I can’t.”

“You can, I promise you, you can,” Roger told you, though he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was you. His eyes were wide and he looked like he was preparing for your death.

“Can one of yous do it for me?” You cried as tears began spilling down the cheeks that were already drenched in sweat. Both men let out a small, breathless chuckle, though their eyebrows remained furrowed with concern.

“The baby’s crowning,” Dr Malcolm announced as the pain intensified. Ben’s grip on your hand (which was just as tight as yours on his) loosened a little. He was no longer looking at you, he was looking at Dr Malcolm.

“Can- can I look?” He asked. When the doctor nodded, Ben quickly kissed your forehead before dropping your hand. Your now free hand shot over to grab Roger’s arm and you let out another cry. “Oh my god,” he said, his eyes glued to the sight of his baby’s head. “Roger, come on.”

“Nope,” said Roger, his feet rooting to the spot on which he stood beside you. “No way.”

“Rog, it’s your baby, you don’t want to miss this,” Ben tried to persuade.

“Not a chance. That-” his hand gestured down your body “-is my favourite thing in the entire world, I’m not watching a baby come out of it.” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Suit yoursel-” Ben’s mouth fell open.

“What?” You asked. The pain had subsided mildly and the cries that filled the room told you that the first baby was out.

“It’s a boy,” Ben said, his voice quiet. Had you not been more exhausted than you had ever been before, you would’ve smiled, jumped up, and ran over to see your baby. However, you were still heavily pregnant and had just pushed a person out of you. You leaned your head back against the pillows and closed your eyes.

“A boy?” Roger asked, his previously worried face split in two by a smile. “I have a boy?” His voice wavered as tears filled his eyes.

Ben nodded. “We have a boy.” Roger stood up to go and cut the umbilical cord. Between the two of them, they had agreed that Roger would cut the first and Ben would cut the second.

However, the second the baby was taken to be cleaned up, both men were right back by your side. “You did it, sweetheart,” Roger told you. “You fucking did it.” Still unable to muster the strength to lift your eyelids, you smiled weakly.

“I fucking did it,” you agreed. Your breathing was heavy and sweat covered your face. “But I- I don’t know- I’ve not got in in me to do it again.”

“You do,” Ben assured you. “What I just saw you do was the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t be able to do it, Roger definitely wouldn’t be able to do it, but you can.” You opened your eyes and lifted you head up from the pillows slightly.

“I can,” you said slowly. Smiles broke out onto Ben and Roger’s faces. You nodded to yourself and said, with more conviction this time, “I can do it.”

“That’s the spirit,” said Dr Malcom as he returned to his previous position between your legs. “It’ll be over before you know it. One down, two to go.”

#surprises #hmmm wonder what he means by two...#btw i am totally picturing dr malcolm as jeff goldblum #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #movie #roger taylor #ben hardy #brian may #freddie mercury #john deacon #part five #queen #music #series #fanfic #red writes #ooo

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if possible,all the music asks?

1:A song you like with a color in the title

Yellow-ColdplayI’ve loved this song for a long time and it’s just been a staple of my life,given Coldplay could be considered my top band as well :D

2:A song you like with a number in the title

1985-Bowling For SoupYOU CAN’T TELL ME THIS ISN’T A BANGER

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

Young Volcanoes-Fall Out BoySee this is actually a direct memory to summer because the summer before junior year I actually went to see Fall Out Boy and Paramore.Young Volcanoes was on the setlist and that was an experience I would love to not forget!

4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

La La La-Naughty Boy ft.Sam SmithIt’s not like this song brings up bad memories which would make me dislike the song,but the message/attitude reflects the situation I was in with an old friend.You could say the whole situation was (and still is) pretty childish and it kinda goes with the whole ‘covering my ears’ thing that La La La has.

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD

LA Devotee-Panic!At The DiscoIt was a heavy tie between this,Planetary GO from MCR,and Death Valley from F.O.B because they are all ‘speeding down the highway on adrenaline and bass boost power at 1AM’ songs.LA Devotee is my headphone testing song lmao

6:A song that makes you want to dance

Dancing Just Like This(mashup between I Don’t Feel Like Dancing and Something Just Like This)-oneboredjeuAt first I never really liked the mashup but then I started listening to it more and it’s just so..happy??You can’t be upset listening to it and you definitely can’t keep yourself from moving.

7:A song to drive to

Death Valley-Fall Out BoyTO VALHALLAAAAAAAAAAAAA

8:A song about drugs or alcohol

Nicotine- Panic!At The DiscoThat guitar motif coupled with that drum beat is so kickass,and then that bass guitar before the chorus GOD YES

9:A song that makes you happy

Les Miserables(medley)- Santa Clara Vanguard 2013 CorpsI’m a DCI nut,so when I saw this on Semi-Finals night in theaters you could only imagine my reaction to the big hit.Goosebumps and the euphoria that followed after is definitely a reason as to why I’m going to keep up with playing music as much as I can.

10:A song that makes you sad

Shenandoah-Frank TicheliOh god.My senior year of band was this song.I don’t cry much from this song but in the times I played during rehearsal and ultimately my last performance assessment,I would be bawling my eyes out in the back of the percussion section.We had a guest clinician come in one day and they told us to play with a lot of emotion for this piece,the last few notes (the open fifths) to consider it almost as if two people were saying ‘goodbye’ to each other.When I was getting ready for graduation processions the band was playing to fill in the time,and they played this song.I was so close to losing it at graduation man.I guess it doesn’t really make me super sad,but it definitely makes me emotional and very sentimental.

11:A song that you never get tired of

Viva La Vida-ColdplayYou can pry this song from my cold dead hands.It’s such a classic,it’s so good.Everything about it is just so GOOD.

12:A song from your preteen years

Dynamite-Taio CruzI think this is right around I got to middle school/end of elementary?This was such a GREAT song growing up.To be quite honest I don’t know why people trash on pop music,it has the capability of just being really fun and feel good music?And it’s not like it’ll take a lot of effort to listen to the song unlike say a classical piece.You just listen and enjoy yourself.

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

Take One Me-AhaIs it because I played this my sophomore year in band?NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAlthough for real this is such a great pop piece,I get happy when it comes on at work and you can definitely catch me trying to hit those high notes and failing.

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding

I Know That You Know-Leslie Odom JrAssuming I were to get married,I’d love to dance to this song.Leslie’s voice is just so smooth and gentle and I feel that would be perfect for an intimate moment.Maybe not ‘first dance’ material,but for sure a couple’s dance.It was a bit of a difficult choice between this and Halo by Beyonce but I feel Queen B would be a bit expected.

15:A song that is a cover by another artist

Hey Soul Sister-Lucky ChopsPOSSIBLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE COVERS BY THEM.It’s so fun and energetic!!!Gives me the illusion of walking along the French Quarter of New Orleans following one of those amazing jazz bands.It’s such a pure cover.

16:One of your favorite classical songs

Jupiter,Bringer of Jollity,Gustav HolstJUPITER MY FAVORITE PLANET.For a year or so we would play the chorale section for the homecoming court during a chosen football game every season.I decided to look up the piece one day out of curiosity because hey it’s called The Planets Suite of course I’m gonna go listen.I loooooove Jupiter,while I do love Mars just as much,Jupiter is just perfect and lives up to the name of being jolly.

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

Take Me or Leave Me-RENT soundtrackI can’t sing for the life of me,but this is such a fun song to belt out at 3 AM with a bunch of friends.(at least I’d think so,I haven’t done that c’: )

18:A song from the year that you were born

Barbie Girl-AquaYeah,I WENT THERE.Unironically I would probably jam to this because the beat will get me going lmaoo

19:A song that makes you think about life

Wait For It-Hamilton soundtrackFor as long as I knew of Hamilton(basically end of 2015) this song has been such a motto to me.My senior year was a bit rough in the sense I was growing distant from everyone I knew,as well as finally feeling the weight of my losses the year before as well as pain from that school year.Not to mention I got rejected from my first choice university and had to change plans a lot.The song really changed my outlook on things,and even to this day I heed the advice of waiting for certain things to fall into place.To this day I have an index card right by compute with the words ‘Wait For It’.

20:A song that has many meanings to you

How Far I’ll Go-Moana soundtrack(I’ll be linking the Voctave cover given it’s been what I listen to the most)I mean how can you not decipher a meaning with a song about a young girl trying to follow her desires while living up to the roles and expectations of those around her?Everyone can relate to it.It could be about physical things we want,metaphysical,anything.It could be a song purely about adventure or looking for what you want in life despite not knowing what you’re looking for.

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Jolene-Dolly Parton(and Pentatonix)I’m no country person but Jolene is a pretty good song.And then a while ago it seems there was an increase of popularity for the song with Miley Cyrus covering the song as well as Pentatonix.

22:A song that moves you forward

Defying Gravity-Wicked soundtrackThis song is so iconic.The first song I heard from this musical and it has SUCH A GREAT MESSAGE.My personal favorite line is “And if I’m flying solo,at least I’m flying free” because as stated earlier,senior year was a little rough (I went through my first breakup after having such a shaky beginning to get it)and so this song is like a positive ‘fuck everything’ view which I was in need of during those times.It’s such a freeing and empowering song especially with Elphaba’s parts.

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

You Will Be Found-Dear Evan Hansen soundtrackI had gone through a rough patch a few weeks ago just feeling really depressed and overall helpless,not wanting to reach out because I didn’t want to drag anyone with me.I felt VERY alone.This song kept popping up in my recommended videos and I gave it a try.Not even through the first stanza and I was in tears.I’ve always turned to music for my issues and rough patches,and this song has been the most effective ‘get-up’ song.When I first heard it I felt extreme comfort and felt things would be alright.It’s my turn-to song,and I really want everyone to hear the song and take the message to heart because it’s such a relatable subject matter and it’s true.We really aren’t alone.Even if you don’t feel you have someone to talk to,you can always turn to something.

24:A song by a band you wish were still together

SING-My Chemical RomanceTo be really honest I knew about the group all through middle school but didn’t listen to them as they weren’t my genre.I had a friend send me this song as one of those ‘comment and I’ll send a song the reminds me of you and why’ things and(as I was a wee freshman just now popping up in orchestra rehearsals bc I was reliable)she told me this song should serve as a confidence boost.Of course,I heard this song after the group broke up but it’d be very nice to have them get together and right up some other things like this song.Not that I have anything against the emo label they have,but this style also suits them pretty well.

25:A song by an artist no longer living

Remember the Time-Michael JacksonI was a good fan of MJ at the rip age of about 8,my sister being the absolute MJ nut of the house and knowing all his songs.We had a Michael Jackson game for the wii similar to Just Dance,all the albums on the house computer,all the movies he was in,we had a friggin database of his discography lmaoI remember hearing about his death,I remember just sitting in the living room while my dad played Man in the Mirror on the computer speakers.His songs were such jams and say what you will but his tunes are legendary.

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love

Tus Besos-Juan Luis GuerraMY GOD WHAT A SONG.I remember hearing this once on the radio and enjoying the 50′s/60′s doo-wop feel it had.I found it again after scrolling through youtube and it’s just such a pure song.I feel it really captures the whole notion of “I’m just really in love with you and call me annoying for fawning over you so badly but you’re amazing”.It makes my little heart dance with happiness.(here’s a link to side-by-side lyrics so you can see the original and the english translation :D )

27:A song that breaks your heart

I’ll Cover You(Reprise)-RENT soundtrackIf not for the events preceding this song,the emotion behind it is just so heartwrenching.

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love

Niagara en Bicicleta-Juan Luis GuerraBACK AT IT AGAIN WITH JUAN LUISI’m Dominican,this man is purely Dominican,everything he sings about is from the Dominican perspective.Don’t get me wrong I love my Puerto Rican salsa but Juan Luis,what a VOICE.It may not be substantial but his voice just has this earthly quality,just like any folk artist out there.I love him so much.(lyrics again because I’m gonna make you all bilingual lmao)

29:A song that you remember from your childhood

Who Let The Dogs Out-Baha MenGiven I first heard this song in a Rugrats movie you already KNOW this was going to be a major part of my childhood!I had a cassette of these guys and this just brings back fond memories of living in Pennsylvania sharing a two story house with my cousin,my other cousins coming over all the time and all of us getting into messes.Good times.

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

Bright-EchosmithIt’s space related.How could I not.The laid back(ness?) of the acoustics is really what I strive to be.This song is laid back,gentle,it kinda has a sense of wonder for space and is a very dreamy song in general.It’s my ideal self I guess I could say,just really laid back,life and wonder back in my eyes,and just a wholehearted love for space.

Wooowee thanks anon!I’ve also created a playlist for this rather than linking every song,as this post would get long very fast.Consider it a personal mixtape of sorts?

#anonymous #answer #this took a good amount of effort and love to put this together #im gonna be listening to this mix a good amount #Anonymous

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takumeat · 7 years

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pls friend. hit me with all the ephrom goodness u can muster. my children are starving

I AM HERE TO SERVE MY FRIEND.

What to talk about… What about more on theAwakening universe idea?

(PS: I basciallywrote an entire story outline (this is literally Awakening to Chapter 13 andthen some), so this is absURDLY LONG (IT’S 3400+ WORDS). It’s like a story with no dialogue. Also spoilers for Sacred Stones andAwakening. If I get anything wrong from SS, I apologize; I haven’t played thegame, but I know how it ends.)

This all starts out after Southtown as Chrom and the othersare heading to Ylisstol. They pass by another plain and instead it being empty,there’s a body laying down near the tree. Chrom, finding it ironic, leads hisgroup to see who the mysterious person is this time. He’s immediately struckwith surprise.

There’s a green haired man lying down underneath a tree. Anintricately designed lance is laying nearby and the armor he wears is just asdesigned and well-kept. His soft aqua green hair sways against his forehead andhis lips are parted slightly, small breaths falling out. Lissa has to elbowChrom multiple times to get his attention.

The group resolves to bring the man with him for he’s toowell dressed to be a common thief and his lance is one none of them have everseen before. They strip him of his armor and Robin, the little sneak, says thatChrom should carry the man since Frederick no longer has room on his horse.Chrom doesn’t know if he should love his new tactician or hate his newtactician.

Good news, the man eventually wakes as the four of them chowon their bear meat. But upon waking up, the man grabs the closest blade he couldfind, grabs the closest person in reach, and points the blade at the person’sneck. The person in question is Chrom and the blade in question is Frederick’sSilver Lance. Needless to say, the camp dissolved into chaos and panic.

Once everything calmed down and the man was assured that no we’re not kidnappers we just saw youunconscious on the road and found it necessary to bring you to safety, theysat him down to introduced himself. He said his name was Ephraim and that wasall he knew. Well, that and that he could maneuver a lance’s blade likenobody’s business but that’s beside the point. Chrom (Robin and the otherscould see how smitten he was with this man he just met) introduces himself andthe other members of his party. Robin and Lissa greet him kindly whileFrederick looks ready to pounce on him. An uneasy truce is set up between themembers of the group as Ephraim decides to sleep away from them so he won’tbother them. Chrom is obviously saddened by this. Robin jabs him in the ribs.

The Risen come as a surprise to all of them and Ephraimproves his worth to them. With his lance—Siegmund, Ephraim tells him—he’s able to tear apart the zombieswith just a swing. Not only that, he was absurdly good on the battlefield,making it look like he was born to be in a fight. He’s quick and tactical,though also a tad bit impulsive since Chrom actually had to grab his collarbefore he ran into a group of Risen. With that. Chrom resolved to add Ephraimin their band of Shepherds and offers this to him, saying that he could stayfor as long as he wanted to. Ephraim agrees and Chrom’s heart can’t help butsing.

Ephraim is taken to by the Shepherds just as well as Robin is. He’spolite at first to everyone he meets, but he’s such a sucker for sparring, hegoads nearly everyone in the army to go at him at least once. He’s battled withalmost everyone in the army but doesn’t leave them hanging. He advises them ontheir techniques and what they could improve on. For anyone who uses a lance,he shows them his own techniques in case they want to apply them to themselves.Not only does he get along with the warriors of the army, he’s on good termswith the more reserved members. He indulges anyone he talks to and, while hesucks at conveying his emotions sometimes, he’s a supremely good listener.

Robin, the ever-observant tactician, can’t help but smile wheneverEphraim comes by the chat about strategy or with an offer to spar, but he knowsChrom would enjoy it much more. So, under everyone’s noses, he makes sure topair the two up as much as possible. During the fight against the Feroxi BorderGuard, he instructs Ephraim to look for Chrom as soon as possible. In thearena, he makes the two stand next to each other. When off to get Maribelleback from Gangrel, he doesn’t even have to tell Ephraim to go to Chrom when heneeds aid.

Due to Robin’s intervention, Chrom and Ephraim gradually getcloser. They’re seen talking to each other more in the barracks and Ephraimusually asks only Chrom for a quick clash or two now. They chat about moremenial things more often, wondering about each other’s likes, dislikes,interests, etc. The other Shepherds, picking up on Robin’s plan, silently cheerfor the two in the background. They could practically taste it in the airnow—they were falling in love!

But as Gangrel’s efforts to start another war began to increase,Chrom and Ephraim’s budding relationship had to be put on stasis. The attemptedassassination of Emmeryn was only proof of that. The Shepherds were all on edgeafter the ordeal, but there was something nagging Chrom about the girl who hadsaved him. Marth was an odd character, but had seen the future. She knew thatEmmeryn was going to be killed and did her best to save her. But there wassomething about her that was vaguely familiar. Was it Falchion that she held inher hand? Or was it Siegmund that she tried to hide behind her back?

Any remaining thoughts about Marth disappears from his mind once Emmerynis stolen away from him.

The Shepherds, not letting this deter Chrom and Ephraim’srelationship, push the two together as much as possible. Robin often letsEphraim deal with Chrom whenever he needs to vent, ignoring the spearman’sprotests. They progress through the mission, slowly opening up to each othereven more. Chrom can’t help but worry whenever Ephraim isn’t by his side andEphraim finds himself heading in the prince’s way without even realizing it.They’re drawn to each other like moths to a flame.

It was cute, Emmeryn sometimes thought. She was as knowledgeable asthe other Shepherds when it came to Chrom’s little crush on the aqua greenhaired man. She could see how close they were getting and how they just neededa little extra push. She smiles. Ephraim will be good for Chrom and they’lltake care of each other, even when she’ll no longer be there with him. Take good care of Chrom, Ephraim, shethinks before she falls.

Chrom is a mess after Emmeryn’s death. Everyone in the Shepherdsis. Even as they rally against the soldiers that Gangrel sent after they ran,there’s a distinct air of loss and crushing anguish around the group. Theyfight without care, with neither hide nor hare until Basilio breaks the mold,voing for revenge for Emmeryn’s death. However, as most of the Shepherds’sspirits lift, Chrom notices someone who was still grieving.

He walks into Ephraim’s tent to find the man curled up in a ball onhis makeshift bed. He’s clutching onto Siegmund tightly,staring at it unabashedly. Chrom, fearing the worst, hastily snatches theweapon and forces Ephraim to look him in the eyes. The man tells him that heremembers something. He remembers that he had a sister, a younger twin sisterby the name of Eirika. She looked just like him, just with bluer and longerhair. He remembers as he watched Emmeryn fall, seeing his sister near him,broken and bleeding profusely as a large demonic creature descended on her,attacking her. He remembers screaming her name before the memory whited out,leaving him with a hole in his heart. The next thing he knows, he’s pouring hisheart out to the lord in front of him.

He says how he’s afraid to lose Chrom. He always wondered about thelife he led before he lost his memories, about the friends and family he leftbehind. Now with the memory of Eirika’s bleeding form, he’s afraid that he’lllose those he cares about like he lost his sister. Was the pain he felt fromhis sister’s loss enough to kill himself? Was that why he was here, in anotherrealm with nothing to his name except the clothes on his back, his lance, and hisskills? Were the gods cursing him for his inability to protect his sister?Would they take him away from his new family as well? Would they take Chromaway from him, just when he admitted to himself how he felt?

Chrom, taking this all in stride, wanted to prove to Ephraim how hewouldn’t let himself be taken away. So, he cups his hands around Ephraim’s faceand brings their lips together.

After parting, he explains how he’ll always be at Ephraim’s side,no matter the circumstances. Even if he forgets again, even if they getseparated by the very gods themselves, he’ll find his way back to him no matterwhat. He wouldn’t ever be alone again. Not on Chrom’s watch.

The next day, Lissa and Robin find the two curled up in Ephraim’sbed, both with content smiles on their faces. Lissa silently whoops and Robinsighs, defeated. As they walked away from the tent, Robin pulls out severalgold coins from his pocket and hands them to Lissa, who gleefully races to theother Shepherds to collect their bets.

It’s after the fight against Gangrel does their relationship reallystart to pick up. With Chrom as the new Exalt, the need for an heir starts toget bothersome. The Council demands it so that the throne of Ylisse will besecure. Ephraim, now official assigned as Royal Consort, can’t bear childrenand neither can Chrom, so the Council decides there to be a surrogate. Robin,officially the halidom’s tactician, secretly applies for the help of Tharja andHenry. He knows that Chrom wants a child of both his and Ephraim’s blood, butknows how impossible it is. Luckily for him, they have two mages willing to gettheir hands a little dirty. So, after a little discussing with Tharja andHenry, looking in age old books, and creating a multitude of differentincantations, they’ve come up with a little something-something to make theimpossible possible.

Just snatch Ephraim here, knock him unconscious for a few minutes,cast the hex there, maybe a little aphrodisiac too to get the mood going, plophim in their bedroom, and wait for the results. Just to make sure they had theutmost privacy, a little soundproofing spell was casted on the walls in casethey got… noisy.

Nine months, several bouts of fainting, vomiting, screaming,squealing, and constant trips to the kitchen and bathroom later, Lucina wasborn to the Exalt and Royal Consort of Ylisse. She had inherited her father’shair and eye color, though in bright sunlight, her hair takes a greenish tinge.The Brand of the Exalt sits in her left eye, glimmering as she watches her fatherand her dad (no matter how much they insisted on it, Ephraim refused be calledmother by his daughter; he doesn’t care if he’s the one who gave birth to her,he will be called dad instead). Ofcourse, several weeks after Lucina’s birth, there’s unease coming from acrossthe sea.

(Chrom had insisted that Ephraim remain in the capital for Lucinawas still so young, but Ephraim did not allow it. He nearly whacked him overthe head with Siegmund for even thinking about the idea.)

With their daughter left with the wet nurses, the two royals andthe Shepherds departed for Regna Ferox and deal with the threat that came fromacross the sea. The Valmese are relentless in their quest to conquer andbattered the town of the invasion. Realizing they need help and with reluctancefrom Chrom, the group departs for Plegia for aid. Aid which they gladly gave.With enough ships for their army as well as a fully paid campaign, the tripmust have been too good to be true.

And it was, as Robin was mind tortured in front of Chrom’s eyes.Validar raced towards his friend, helping him up and finding out that he wasValidar’s son. Chrom reassured that being someone’s child didn’t make him anyless than who he is. Thanking him, the two were ready to withdraw for thenight, until, Frederick comes, bearing ill news.

The Risen came upon all of them and the Shepherds who came out tofight were hastily dressed. There was no time for formation as they all delvedinto the battle, slashing and stabbing at the Risen soldiers. Chrom couldn’t helpbut cringe as he was separated from Ephraim, but at least his husband was withthe axe swinging Lissa, ready to aid when needed. Together with Robin, theyraced for the lead Risen, who was perched on top of a bridge. As quick aspossible, the pair of lord and tactician slew the Risen, watching as the thingdissolved into black smoke. All at once, the other zombie monsters dissolved aswell. Chrom could almost hear all the sighs of relief from his army as hewatched the healers make their rounds on anyone who was injured. He had let hisguard down.

A shout of “Father!” met his ears as Marth swoops in, parrying ablow from the Risen assassin before it disappears. She looks relieved when theymeet eyes, but then, she realizes her mistake as her eyes widen.

The brand in her eye is obvious once he takes a closer look. Awayfrom all others, he sees Marth for what she truly is: Lucina, his daughter. Shebreaks down in front of him, hugging him as tight as she could as if she hadn’tseen her father in years. Her uniform, her sword, the lance on her back… oh,what life had she led? What had led her to have both Falchion and Siegmundunder her possession? Chrom smiles as Lucina giggles at the prospect of callinghim Father. She grew up to be a strong girl, that’s for sure.

Father and daughter hear footsteps come from nearby and they bothlook to see Ephraim, Robin, and Lissa approaching, Ephraim leading them.Ephraim walks up to them, mildly suspicious of the girl. Robin and Lissa hangback, uncertain. The aqua green haired man demands to know what’s going on, aswith a situation like this are rumors born and Chrom happily obliges. Lucinaventures to her dad as the man is in disbelief, as are the pair standing behindthem. She shows him the brand in her eye, which Ephraim remarks to be the samein his daughter’s eye. She tells them that the Lucina in the castle isperfectly fine and that she hails from a time distant from now.

In her time, Ylisse was ravaged by the resurrection of the FellDragon, Grima. Whole cities were destroyed, millions perished, and Lucinawatched with her own eyes the fall of her father, of her dad, of all theShepherds she had grown to love. She gestures to her Falchion on her hip, thelast gift from her father and from behind her back, she pulls out Siegmund, thelast gift from her dad. Chrom insists that Lucina truly is their daughter fromall her proof. But, Ephraim wants to know one more thing before he believesher.

He asks her of the origins of her middle name.

He and Chrom had resolved to keep her middle name as somethingbetween themselves, never making it known to the public. All of the Shepherdsknew her middle name but didn’t know where it came from. They both decided thatthey would tell Lucina who she was named after when she grew older.

Lucina smiles and says that she was named after her dad’s twinsister, Eirika.

Lucina finds herself in her dad’s tight embrace and she can’t helpbut sob. She buries her head into his shoulder and clutches him tightly. Hownice it was to hear her dad’s voice again, cooing at her as he stroked herhair. From behind her, Chrom wraps his arms around his family and kisses hisdaughter’s and his husband’s heads. Lucina laughs wetly between them. She’sfinally back with them. She’s finally home.

(After that, the story progresses just as it would, with addedbonuses.

Having never learned how to use a lance, Ephraim takes it uponhimself to show his daughter the ways to wield a lance and eventually, ParallelSiegmund. Thus, she’s able to use both her parents’ weapons when she promotes.

Upon meeting Owain and him freaking out about “SACRED STONES”,there’s a little pull in Ephraim’s mind but that’s all.

The Outrealm Gate is revealed and is put to use. Anna pulls Chromand Ephraim away one day and tells them that the gate might lead them toEphraim’s true home, but she’s not 100% certain. They take the chance away andwith loads of magical power, a small group of Shepherds find themselvesstanding before a rejuvenated Renais. Anna advises them that they only have afew days before they’ll be kicked back to Ylisse, so use their time wisely. AtRenais, the group find out that it’s been several years since the end of a warand prince Ephraim’s disappearance. Because the prince was no longer there, theprincess took his place and became the queen who led Grado and Renais back tostability. The entire group is surprised that Ephraim is a prince of allthings, but all Ephraim wants to see is his sister.

Slowly, the memories begin the flood back, first with familiarfaces. Seth, Forde, Franz, Innes, Tana, L’arachel, friends of old began to comeback to him. In order to hide Ephraim’s identity, Chrom forces the man to weara cloak to not draw any suspicion from anyone else and he asks for an audiencewith the queen. Surprisingly, they were let through to see the Queen of Renaisherself, Ephraim’s twin sister, and technically Chrom’s sister-in-law, Eirika.She is kind and warm hearted to them even though they were strangers. She askswhat their business was with her and, at the sound of his sister’s voice,Ephraim breaks down into tears.

Chrom hastily reaches out for the man and pulls him in as Lucinaworriedly pitters around her dad. Eirika looks worried as well, descending fromher throne towards the crying man in the cloak. Ephraim pushes himself awayfrom his husband, reaches up, and pulls down his hood.

Eirika gasps before she launches herself at her long lost brother,crying. They grasp at each other, clutching the other as tight as they could astears pour from their eyes. They’re babbling nonsense to each other, butthey’re both smiling. Chrom looks around to see the other guards in completeshock. One in particular, a red haired man, approaches them with uncertainty.Ephraim and Eirika separates and Ephraim greets his old friend with a smile.Needless to say, even the perceived cold man was driven to tears at the sightof an old friend.

The days pass slowly as Ephraim reacquaints himself with those ofhis older life. He tells them he’s a married man now and introduces Chrom. Theamount of death threats Chrom gets is absurd. Ephraim then tells them that healso has a daughter and introduces Lucina. The girl ends up getting coddled byher aunt the entire time she’s there.

Eventually, the days they can stay are used up. Anna says that theycan come by again, but only after every six months. They all agree and theYlisseans are ready to leave for home, but Eirika looks reluctant to letEphraim go. She just got her brother back and the next time she was going tosee him was going to be six months from now. Call her selfish, but she missedher brother for a number of years. Thus, she and Chrom make a deal: after theirwar against Grima, Ephraim would return to Renais for as long as he wants to.He could stay there for six months or indefinitely; it was his choice. Withthat, the Shepherds all return home to Ylisse with a battle to be won.)

Well, that’s all I guess! THIS WAS ABSURDLY FUN TO WRITE HA HA HA.

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