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collapsedglasshouses · 7 months

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An Angel for Noah || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 3]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

PART ONE; PART TWO

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules [she/her]

SUMMARY: Following Noah through his daily life, let Jules no other option but to help.

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions/hints of sexual interactions/acts, mentions of death

A/N: HELLOOO! Finally the third part of the series, it took me a bit because my life is stressing me out right now. University is starting again soon and I'm changing jobs… but enough of my private problems, this chapter excited me, because it takes a closer look on the dynamic between Noah and Jules. I really like it. I hope you enjoy it too and if so I would appreciate it if you reblog this part! Thank you so much for the great resonance on this work and now enjoy!

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Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.

Four weeks. Four weeks since she first met Noah. Four weeks since Jules had died.

The past four weeks had been filled with her watching Noah live and breathe. She saw him produce music, she saw him eat, and she saw him talking to his friends about the tour that would start in a couple of days. Hell, she even saw him getting horny and doing not-so-PG things, even though she respectfully left him alone during that.

She had learned that Noah was a chronically stressed person. Just like she was. He was literally trapped in his own head. A picture-perfect perfectionist.

She had watched him record a segment over and over again, because he somehow wasn't happy with his results, even though he had a godlike voice.

Watching him struggle like that made her mad. Not because he annoyed her, but because he reminded her so much of herself that she started to hate herself a bit for how hard she was on herself when she was still alive.

She noticed, he had this crippling anxiety about letting down the people he loved. Just like she had. It was cruel to watch him suffer so much.

The more she got to know about him, the more she felt like looking into a mirror. Something she didn't like. Nobody liked to be reminded of how broken they really were. Jules was no exception. The more she watched Noah, the more she was forced to reflect on herself.

She had this cruel need of wanting to tell him how good he did and how loved he was, but she couldn't. He had no idea she even existed. That fact was something that made her even more bitter.

Her living self was slowly fading away.

She had noticed that she didn't need to breathe. She could just sit there and watch. But the silence that came with it was even more painful, so she decided to just go on using her useless lungs. She also noticed that she couldn't look at herself anymore. She had no idea how she looked. Likewise, she would never have the opportunity again to see herself.

Was it possible to suffer from post-death-depression? Because if something like that existed, she definitely had it.

She also 'met' the others.

There was Jolly, the guitarist. She had often found him playing some melodies, when he had free time. He was rather quiet but always knew the right words, when needed. She lovingly decided to call him Dad Omens.

Than there was one Nick, they called him Ruffilo. He was the bassist of the band. Sometimes when Noah got on her nerves, she searched for him in the house. He calmed her down without even knowing, radiating unbelievable calmness and composure.

The other Nick, Folio, on the other hand, was a total goofball. He was the drummer of the band and closest in age to Jules, even though that didn't matter anymore since she was going to be 22 forever. He definitely was the funniest out of the group and made her forget about her misery for a couple of seconds a day.

Than there were their other friends: Matt, the tour manager, Davis, amazing artist with an adorable dog (Max) that might have already barked at Jules about five times, Steven, who was responsible for their merch and Bryan, their photographer. Each of them had absolutely unique talents, that amazed Jules individually.

Right now she found herself in the living room. The boys were eating dinner and discussed some important tour things. The room was heated with tension. All of them hadn't got enough sleep the last couple of days. That lead to them arguing over almost every bit they said.

Every word they said to each other felt like a bullet, there to hit someone personally. For Jules, it was like a car crash, she wanted to look away but seemingly couldn't. With that thought, she slightly chuckled to herself. She just knew people were staring at her accident.

God, she really began to hate people...

She slightly dissociated when the discussion became even more heated. The last couple of days made her reflect on herself more than she ever had. Every little thing she did just seemed so useless at the moment. When she heard the boys argue like that, she could just think about how irrelevant it all was. What if one of them died tonight? Each of them would regret every bad word they said to each other.

Jules snapped back to reality when Noah jumped out of his seat. "You know what? Fuck this. I'm going." He exclaimed directly at Ruffilo's face, causing Jules to raise her eyebrows. What the hell had happened?

She quickly got up from her spot on the couch and followed him upstairs, where he just grabbed a jacket and his car keys before making his way out of the house, not even once flinching when Ruffilo called after him.

That was definitely something what made her different from him. He was stubborn as hell, while she nearly almost gave in every time.

She ran after him and somehow managed to land on the passenger seat of his car while he cursed out Nick under his breath. Jules was almost sure where Noah was going. There had been this girl - Jules didn't catch her name - who was occasionally visited by him. They weren't in a relationship, but Noah seemed to let off some steam when he met up with her. It bugged Jules when she was honest with herself, but she didn't really know why.

On one hand, she really thought the girl's vibe was off, but on the other hand, she blamed it on her awkwardness when it came to intimacy. It wasn't like she never kissed anybody, she actually managed to have her first time, too, but never really had the urge to seek a sexual relationship with anyone. When she was honest with herself, she only had sex with that guy because she wanted to know how it felt. She quickly realized that she wasn't sexually attracted to someone when she didn't feel an emotional connection. And since she hadn't had the opportunity to fall in love in her short span of life, she never felt the need to have sex again after her (more than bad) first time.

In the first five minutes of the drive, he still muttered to himself how annoyed he was with everyone, but then the atmosphere slowly changed. Suddenly Jules experienced the most gruesome goose bumps she ever felt, and her gaze shot to Noah, who, to her horror, had closed his eyes.

FUCK. WHAT DO I DO?

Jules' heart started to race. She didn't know what to do. She ran a hand through her hair, while she saw how the car slowly got closer to the side of the road.

"Fuck" She exclaimed, frantically looking around the car to see her options. At first she tried to grab the steering wheel and even though she could get a grasp of it, she couldn’t force it to turn.

She let out a panicked scream before looking at the sleeping Noah. She snapped her fingers in front of his face and screamed. "WAKE THE FUCK UP, YOU DICKHEAD."

When he didn’t move, Jules groaned in frustration, and before she knew it, she lashed out and slapped Noah on the cheek, who almost let out a scream before stepping on the brakes, almost smashing Jules against the windshield.

Noah held his cheek while looking around him in horrors and Jules knew she had fucked up bad. Was she even allowed to do this? Was there something like angel jail? Would she be fired? Was that even possible?

To her surprise, her slap must have redirected something in his brain, because he turned the car and drove back. He even put on loud music to make sure, he wouldn't doze off again.

Jules couldn't even look away anymore. Her gaze was fixated on his face. She wouldn't dare let that happen again. She kind of felt like it stirred up her death trauma. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she would make sure he wouldn't get killed by a car. That was her package to carry.

Noah didn't seem to have caught his breath again when he parked his car in front of the house again. Jules still felt guilty while she followed him back into the house, but she was more than pleasantly surprised when she saw him go up to Ruffilo's room and knock against the door.

"Yeah?" - "Can I come in?" - "Sure."

With that both of them stepped into Nick's room. Jules felt herself get kind of excited when she entered Nick's room, since it was the first time for her. She quickly made her way to the corner of the room like she was trying to be even more invisible.

"I'm sorry for screaming at you. I shouldn't have done that." Noah told his best friend, who was leaning against the headboard of his bed. He eyed Noah for a couple of seconds before nodding. "It's okay. We are all exhausted as hell, and the tour hasn't even begun."

Noah nodded and sighed at the same time.

Suddenly, Nick narrowed his eyes a bit and stared at Noah's face, causing Jules to become equally aware of something she hadn't noticed before. Noah's cheek was colored in a slight red tone.

"Were you at her place again?" Nick wanted to know causing Noah to eye him confused. "What do you mean?"

Nick waved his hands to indicate to Noah what he meant. Jules could see how Noah's cheeks turned a slight pink, and she would have lied if she said hers didn’t change colors, either. Becoming Noah's guardian angel also gave her information about Noah’s likes and dislikes when it came to a certain topic. Whether she wanted that or not.

"No… No… I wasn’t at her place… I wanted to go, but…" Noah answered but stopped for a second to think. When he was being honest with himself, he didn’t even know what to think.

"What?" - "I… I just…" Noah ran a hand threw his hair. "I almost slept in while driving."

"Are you okay?" Nick asked him with widened eyes.

"Yes… don’t worry… It was just kind of weird." Noah explained to his best friend. "It almost felt like someone slapped me in the face."

"Maybe it was your adrenaline and you hit your cheek or something." Nick tried to explain, while Jules looked apologetic, even though nobody could see her. It felt like neither Nick nor Noah believed his words.

Noah just shrugged his shoulders, before he took a deep breath. "Maybe I should get some sleep."

Nick nodded at him and with that Noah left Nick's room after wishing him a good night. Jules quickly followed after him.

She was still tense from what she had done earlier. She didn’t know what consequences her slap would have and what her intervention would do to Noah. She just knew it terrified her to her core.

So when Noah laid down on her bed, she set on the edge for a while. Noah on the other hand stared at the ceiling and was deep in his thoughts. Jules hoped he would just blame it all on his adrenaline rush. She wished she could just take his thoughts away from him.

She sighed before looking at Noah. He had closed his eyes but Jules felt that his mind was definitely still racing. When she looked at him like that she saw his beauty in all display again.

She couldn’t deny how beautiful he actually was. With his dark hair and even darker eyes. His small freckles on his face. His long lashes. These tattoos. Just everything about him spoke to her, even though she was pretty sure she would have never approached a man looking like him while she was still alive. Not that she was intimidated, but her parents would have died on the spot seeing her.

Her, a soft girl, always being dressed in light colours, playing the violin and having little to zero experience when it came to social interactions closer than hand shaking.

And on the other hand, him, almost always being dressed dark, except a couple of shirts she saw, being the vocalist of a metal core band and being the exact opposite when it came to romantic or at least sexual experience.

To her surprise it didn’t take long before she heard him breathe deeper and she knew he must have dozed off. Her gaze fixated on his face again.

She exhaled in frustration before turning to Noah. "Never do that again, Noah."

Without even thinking she reached out and stroked his cheek in a swift motion. When she saw him frown lightly, she quickly withdrew her hand and panicked she might have woken him. He just sighed and turned to his side.

Jules took a deep breath before standing up and leaving his room. She needed to establish some rules for herself, beginning with the most important…

Never touch him again…

READ PART FOUR HERE.

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fa-by · 3 years

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hi F! Please do an analysis on Lauren’s new song While I’m Alive! She said on her instagram that it was directed to “someone” at first 👀👀

Hi to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 and for sure. No problem, in fact, I'm sorry for the delay 😅

So. While I'm Alive is part of the Femme it Forward's all-female album called Big Femme Energy, Vol. 1. Laur wrote it long before she was part of this project, and yes, she said she wrote it with a person in mind by turning a vent into art because tired of the way she was/is treated:

This person, in my opinion, is 100% a shark. And this also responds to another ask I've recently received:

Hey to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 Yep, Laur wrote it for someone among the higher ups and therefore it concerns her career in particular, but she also applies it to other situations in her life in general.

Now let's move on to the interpretation.

Verse 1:

“Don't say I'm too loud when I cry out what I've held inside

I wanna know why they tried to take me and bury me alive”

The music industry is dominated by men. Gender inequality, sexism, and ageism reign supreme. No matter how much harder they have to work in order to succeed, women are anyway either sidelined, or supervised by men. Why? Because there’s a huge disparity between men and women, especially due to the way the public perceives their success and power. For example.

A man is praised for performing on stage with just the guitar. A woman who does the same, however, not only is she criticized for being too lazy and boring for not having made the performance more lively with a choreography, but she’s also criticized for what she was wearing. Same woman who gets criticized when she instead performs with a choreography because she wasn’t good enough. A woman who can’t be a drummer because it’s a thing for men, and if she persists in wanting to play, it’s not because it’s her passion and she’s pursuing her dream, no; it’s because she wants attention 🙄. A woman who can’t have a good idea about a song because, what can she understand about music, right? 😒

Unfortunately, it’s all a double standard. Women work harder than men and they then get questioned whether their success is deserved. One way or another, women are constantly being torn apart. Reason why Laur begins the verse by already letting us understand how put down she is by the sharks, followed by a question that actually doesn’t represent a real request for information, but that implies a predetermined answer.

“'Cause who am I to think that I have a right?

Or decide to know what I need, right?”

She's sarcastic of course. Since they've always told her what to do, how to act, and how to feel, here she's including a couple of examples among the thousand and more things they always have said and say to her. Because who better than her knows what's best for her? The answer is her. Especially when these orders, because they're orders, are imposed on her to make money with her career and not for her sake or because they care about her as a person.

“It's in the way, I talk and I walk away

From what you made me”

By ‘what you made me’, she refers to the way she was before. The person who was forced to accept everything she was told to do and therefore she couldn’t be herself. The person they made her become, and she didn’t like that person. Now she no longer wants to ‘submit herself’ and accept everything just for money and fame as she did in the past because she was legally obliged and not to do so. She did it many times especially when she was still in the group, but unlike in the past, she luckily no longer has the same kind of obligations. So if she doesn’t want to do something now, she simply doesn’t. She says no to what she doesn’t accept and walks away from that (I talk and I walk away) by not caring if she doesn’t have the same success as before because she prefers not to have that kind of success anymore but to remain herself, rather than have it and be just a product (what you made me); a different person from who she really is.

Verse 2:

“And I know this is all too familiar

Feel the motive behind all that fake love”

In Olivia Rodrigo’s voice 🎤: 🎵 Did you get deja vu, Laur? 🎶 No, but all joking aside. By ‘I know this is all too familiar’, she means what she has already experienced in the past and which she has once again found herself in front of. Once out of both Epic/Syco and Maverick, she believed she would’ve be dealing with better people, but it wasn’t like that. She realized that those kinds of people are everywhere because it’s the music industry that’s like that. The problem isn’t the single label or the single management team, it’s the entire industry. The problem isn’t the surrounding, but the people who are in it. Not all of them luckily, but most of them unfortunately.

By ‘Feel the motive behind all that fake love’, on the other hand, she describes precisely that kind of people. The fake ones who first treat you well because they want something from you, and then show themselves for who they really are when they don’t get it and try to hinder you, punish you, destroy you, and ‘bury me alive’ (verse 1) because of it.

So. Although I said it playfully at first, these two sentences go perfectly well together to describe the sense of deja vu that Laur felt.

*Small note* In the next three sentences of the verse, I will use these ‘---’ to complete her sentences as if I were Lauren to give you my interpretation. I’ll then continue as I always have. Oh and, she’s talking about her music here.

“I can’t take all these unsolicited opinions --- Nope, not anymore. I don't want them. Thanks, but no thanks.

Go ahead and be the scared ones --- with someone else who’s ready to tell you yes to everything and who doesn’t have a vision on how they want their own songs. Someone else who has no problem being a marketable product/puppet.

Either way, I’ll get it done” --- with other producers, songwriters, collaborators, etc., of my choice.

“I’ve been told I’m too much

Too proud, too cruel

Too wild, difficult to be around”

Let’s also add too confident, too sincere, and too honest from the people who mocked her at school before she became famous, shall we? Or maybe too fat, too arrogant, too full of herself, too whore, and all the other things said by the haters over the years? 😒😒😒🙄🙄🙄

I was being sarcastic of course, guys. I mean, can our girl ever have a break?

“With too much to say

Never in the right way

So, what’s the right way?”

Rhetorical question here because the right way is exactly the way she is. She has no intention of behaving in the ‘right way’ they want because it would mean not being authentic and automatically it would no longer be the right way because she would be fake.

Chorus:

“If I can’t be me

Who do you want me to be? (Who do you want me to be?)”

I love, love, love, love this. For real. It’s so powerful. And it doesn’t surprise me that this part along with the rest of the chorus is repeated four times, because it’s the most important part and it encloses the whole song perfectly.

“‘Cause if you can’t see beyond your gaze”

Behind their ideas to be the perfect product without looking at the person and their feelings.

“You don’t phase me and I don’t trust you anyway

‘Cause runnin’ through life, I figured out time

Don’t wait for no one”

After all these years and precisely because of what she’s been through, she realized she can’t wait for them to see it the same way she does or for someone to ‘save her’. She prefers to ‘save herself’. Therefore, she will continue to be wary, not to trust, and above all, to remain authentic as she says here:

“So while I’m alive, I’ma just be me (I’ma just be me)

Whoever that ends up being”

And that's it, dear Anon 😉 This song is dedicated to one particular asshole who gave her the idea, but mostly, it's dedicated to all those assholes who tried to tell her what kind of music she should have made, how she should have behaved, and how she should have felt. She decides for her, and she doesn’t care if she doesn’t have the same success anymore. Just like she doesn’t care about all the rest like the expectations and superficial perceptions they have of her that are completely wrong.

I hope you enjoyed it, and I wish both of you Anons and everyone else reading this, a beautiful day ❤🥰🤗

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razorblade180 · 3 years

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Twin Snowflakes 26: Preparation

[part 2 of 2]

Another day, another classroom bell. As far as Monday’s go, today was pretty harmless for Summer. Classes went by fast, Veronica only nagged her about what to eat for lunch, and P.E. was used for tournament announcements so she didn’t have to change. In a few minutes she’ll be able to walk out of the student council meeting and go home to escape-

“We’re all staying after school today, all of us.” Eliza said, filing papers.

Summer planted her head on the table. “Why do you hate me!? I’m nothing but kind to you.” She whined.

“Stop crying! Did you expect to go into the tournament performance cold turkey? This isn’t one of your concerts. Multiple things need to work at once. Which is why Harriet was kind enough to keep a platform up to act as a stage in the gym. You and your brother will have the band’s support.

Nick’s face turned to terror. He could see Summer’s face begin to get excited. “Summer, I know that look. Please remember that neither the band nor I are as skilled as you. Don’t go full dictator on us.”

She could only laugh and smile energetically. “That won’t be a problem if you hit the notes.”

“Not what I wanted to hear, Summer!”

Veronica got up from the table and packed her things. “You all have fun. I’m gonna get started on that outfit. The materials should be at your house by now.”

“Not so fast.” Eliza interjected, “Did you forget that you’re filling in on the cheer team? Their practice starts in fifteen minutes.”

“B-But my fabrics!” She gasped.

Eliza folded her arms confidently. “Sorry, tough luck. Harriet saw your moves and she gets what she wants. If only Amber didn’t twist her leg.”

Nick let out a snicker before hiding his smile from Veronica. Karma is a cruel mistress.

“I myself will oversee everything as best as I can while leading my own rehearsal. Don’t think twice to come find me, or the President, who should really be the one leading this meeting.”

“Nah you’re on a roll.”He smiled.

She gave him a glare before continuing. “Anyways, I also need somebody to let Valerie know the water heater is screwed up again and also that she should at least help with hauling supplies to Amity Arena; since she so rudely skipped this meeting.”

All of the council and other student body members turned to Nick instinctively. It was warranted but man did it blow. Summer glady stood up to take the bullet.

“I will tell her everything she needs to know, after rehearsals.”

“Works for me. Let’s move people! Time is ticking.” Eliza gathered her belongings and went out the door with the rest of the staff. Summer and Veronica gave him a nudge as they walked by. “You two still have enough time to do the outfit?”

“I fixed your sister’s uniforms in no time at all. I already have all her measurements I need so the annoying part is over.”

“What she said.” Summer added. “At this point I guess I’m being moved to wherever I’m supposed to be. Eugh, after school, even the name hurts my throat.”

“Think of it like this. We get to spend all day with Eliza!” Nick yelled out the door cheekily.

“I will answer none of your questions!” She yelled back, knowing she basically has to spend the entire day around Nick. She hadn’t told him yet but she was going to accept his offer. Her curiosity about his plan was too strong. The tournament was quickly approaching. Every step forward counts. Time to kick things into high gear.

Nick found the strength to leave the table and face judgment. “Alright, let’s get this pain over with.”

“Quit exaggerating! I will be a humble singing instructor.”

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“COME ON NICK! YOU CALLED THAT A HARMONY!?” Summer was not humble, or quiet for that matter. “I know you can do better!”

Nick endured the criticism as he sipped his water. He was prepared for this but obviously the band wasn’t. Summer had everyone in their group scared stiff and onlookers watching in awe. This might be the first time they’ve heard her speak in school, let alone emote.

Her fiery nature was on full display and it’s intensity was higher than her ponytail. Free from uniform constraints, she wore compression tights and a thin long sleeved shirt that hugged her frame. Summer looked more sporty right now than she has in her entire school life.

The many eyes on the twins' practice didn’t seem to bother her. “Let’s take it from the top.” She grabbed her guitar and began to play immediately. A quick glare to the drummer snapped him out of his trance and got him to play, making the rest fall in line. Live practice was never a thing she did often. People ceased the opportunity all around the gym to watch magic be created before their ears.

Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold.

But you will remember me~

Remember me for centuries~

She nodded to Nick and he gripped his mic.

And just one mistake... is all it will take.

We’ll go down in history~

Their breathing synced up.

REMEMBER ME FOR CENTURIES~

Summer raised her fist, silencing the band. The performer turned towards her brother and band. A fraction of a smile crept onto her face. “Better. Not perfect, but much better.” She took a sip of water. “Not to be tyrant-”

“Yet here we are.” Nick said, earning a few laughs from the band and a glare from his sis. “What!? I’m boosting morale!”

“I know. It’s the only reason I’m not chewing your head off. Here I was about to compliment you too.”

“The biggest compliment you can give me is letting us finish the song completely. We’ve only gone about a fourth through it. Everyone knows this song.”

“Anybody can know a song but few feel it. I know you know this. The crowd at the tournament is gonna want hype and they’ll most likely sing along. Our job is to cultivate it to its peak. We are the opening of the event. I picked this song for a reason. If we come out firing on all cylinders then I know we can ride the wave through the whole song! Let me feel your hype, your energy!”

Nick pursed his lips. “If you want energy, then you let these guys have fun! Ice breaker time!” Nick spun around and pointed to the band. “Give me a funky beat!”

The members looked at one another, shrugging before kicking in a fun, funky classic; Billie Jean!

Nick let out the biggest “Yeah~” then started moonwalking around Summer. “Come on Summer, you can’t resist the beat!”

“Really? Of all the songs you think I’m just gonna-” She kicked her leg out and then twirled to the microphone.

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene…!

Nick hopped with joy before chiming in as the band jammed out. Eliza watched the two from off stage with her color guard troop in disbelief, joined by Veronica seconds later in her cheerleader uniform. Eliza waved her hand to her group. “Guys, take ten. I guess it’s break time.”

“Those two seem to be having a ball. They always like this with council stuff?”

“Hardly. It’s the only reason why I’m not yelling at them right now. Can’t remember the last time they looked happy to participate. They can laugh their lungs out as long as the work gets done. Might motivate the others. Anyways, how are you holding up?”

“Oh you know, as much as a newbie could be in this situation.” Veronica shook her pom-poms for dramatic effect. “Feels nice to do something like this again though. It’s like wearing an old glove.”

“History with cheerleading?”

“Gymnastics, my ribbon work doesn’t stop with a needle. That was some time ago but I digress.”

“I see. Well...you move like a pro.” Eliza said, a little stuttery. She played with her hands a bit while focusing on the twins.

Her elevated heart rate rang like a bell while her movements reminded Veronica of herself whenever she first met Coco Axel. “So...a little birdy told me I got a fan of my work here? Got any clue who?” She teased, enjoying Eliza's jump a little. Poor girl's cheeks went red.

Eliza felt a crushing betrayal. “Which twin opened their big mouth?”

“Is the ‘who’ that important?”

“Ah so it’s both?”

Veronica tucked her lips in. “Uhhh I won’t confirm or deny that. To think I’d have a fan all the way up in Atlas?”

“Please, we don’t have to discuss .”

“Why not? No reason to hide it. I’m honestly flattered by it. Civil rights movements don’t attract the right kind of like-minded individuals typically. Then there’s the obvious regional differences.”

“Huh? Regional differences?” Eliza tilted her head. “Have faunus here been giving you a hard time?”

“No, but that’s because I’m making zero effort to approach them. Faunus here as a whole are treated crueler than other places. An outsider like me coming in and trying to ‘relate’ never goes over smoothly.”

Eliza was surprised. She had never heard of that before. “Oh, I guess I was being a bit presumptuous. Apologies.”

“No it’s fine. It’s just one of those annoying little things. A lot of the preach about wanting a voice and equality but sing a different tune when those voices start speaking because they aren’t the ones those people had in their heads. Sigh, we faunus are fickle creatures.”

“Boy, sounds like you hate your job?”

Veronica laughed, “Haha! I wouldn’t go that far. Maybe it’s my unique circumstance but as far as my personal beliefs go, Faunus and Humans are basically the same. They both hate and judge others far too viciously due to bias. I may advocate for our rights, but I’m not above calling ourselves out. It’s probably why the elders especially don’t care for my efforts.”

Veronica turned to Eliza and smiled. “Sorry, rambled for a bit there. Hope I’m ruining your hero perception of me. That is if I am a hero to you?”

“No. Wait! I mean it’s not ruined! You’re definitely inspiring to me. So much in fact that I got a cool magazine cover of you!” It took a minute, but Eliza’s brain registered what she had just said. “I…why did I tell you that?” Eliza facepalmed.

Vee was in shock. Her jaw slowly fell open. “Wow, you are a total fangirl right now. I didn’t think you could look embarrassed. Ha, you’re adorable blushing!”

“Please don’t talk about it…”

“Can I see the magazine cover? I’ll be honest. I rarely pay attention to those puff pieces. My mom handles all that.”

“Really?” Eliza patted her pockets before pulling out her scroll. “It’s from your rally in Vale.”

Veronica had a peek. “Oh I remember this!” The picture was from a year ago. Vale’s rally was pretty huge and loud. The photo was taken right when she had stood proudly on top of a car with a megaphone, protesters following her to city hall. “Not to toot my own horn but look so cool in this.”

“It’s surprising you’ve never seen it.”

“My eyes are usually glued to my sketchbook or a threaded needle. If I’m looking at myself then it’s in the mirror to see how fabric falls onto me or someone else. Speaking of clothes, maybe I can make you an outfit? First one is free. Just wear it to an event; tell your friends about it.”

Eliza lit up, but then immediately started to cringe. “An event is no problem. However...uhhh, yeah, rain check in the whole friend part. A social butterfly, I am not. Don’t have friends.”

“Uh Nick and Summer?”

“Gross.”

Veronica could barely stop herself from laughing out loud. The speed in which Eliza answered was swift to say the least. “Wow, and I thought the twin’s aunt was blunt? Are you sure that message is clear to them, because I’m positive they think you’re a friend.”

“I’m friendly, but not a friend.”

“Do you have their number?”

“Yes.”

“Sad to say you’re their friend. Don’t fight it.”

“What!? That’s not how- what!? From what I understand you and Summer aren’t friends, but I’m positive you have her number.”

Veronica nodded. “Yeah, but that’s necessary for multiple reasons. Besides, we actively shit talk one another. I reckon you don’t. I’m not saying you three are tightly knit. Just that you’re close enough.”

Eliza folded her arms and huffed. “I suppose so. That’s...annoying.”

“Look on the bright side.” Veronica grabbed Eliza’s scroll to put her number in. “Now you aren’t alone. We can complain about their antics together.”

The grin Veronica gave Eliza made her Eliza sheepish. The abrasive girl took her scroll back. “That...sounds nice.” She laughed under her breath.

Veronica couldn’t stop examining Eliza. This girl was all over the place! It was a little funny, awkward, and yet flattering. “Is this how the twins feel meeting fans?” The young lady could get used to this.

“Your last name is Marigold right? I’m so used to such a fierce expression that seeing you like this feels a bit unusual.”

“Used to? I take it you’ve spoken to my aunt then?” Eliza lit up.

“Not really. She’s been at events my mom dragged me to before. Didn’t speak with her directly but she looked pretty interesting. Her and my mom worked together before. You both and your father have some strong genes. I bet the mom must be jealous.”

“I...doubt it.” Eliza said, her tone drifting. The smile on her face faded back to neutrality. A silent breath escaped her lips while her eyes gazed into distance. Her change in attitude didn’t go unnoticed. Veronica’s ears fell watching her.

“Shit, did I...bring up something touchy?”

“It’s okay, honestly. I just wouldn’t know how my mom feels since...I’ve never had one.”

“Oh. I had no idea. Do you wanna talk about it or…?”

“Not really. It’s really not that big of a deal. You just caught me off guard since I’m used to people knowing that part of my life.” Eliza raised both her hands and gave her face a light slap to get out of her funk. Moping about nothing is pointless. Right now she was talking to Veronica, a person she admires! This was supposed to be exciting! “Phew! That’s better. Let’s change the subject. I don’t know much when it comes to fashion, but I have read about some of your involvement in contests.”

For a moment it felt like Veronica’s body had been hit by a truck. The muscles in her body constricted at once and her stomach felt queasy. “Have you now?”

“Just a little bit. It came up from time to time when I learned about your work with your mother. I gotta say your outfits definitely have your personality. More so than some of your contestants.”

“Heh, that’s not what judges think.” Vee uttered. “Not a first place prize to my name.”

“That may be true but that doesn’t make your designs less interesting in my opinion, but I know how you feel. It stings entering contests and sometimes not even making it to the end. Still, I really thought one dress in particular had it in the bag but…” Eliza silenced herself suddenly. She had forgotten the topic of this particular contest may not be light at all. “You...got disqualified?” She finished, cringing at her own stupidity.

“Yep. I got disqualified. No medal at all for that one.”

The air felt dead. Eliza clicked her tongue. “I had forgotten that part. The article never said why though, so it stuck out to me. If..if you don’t mind-”

“I actually do, a lot.” Veronica’s sharp response made Eliza jump a little. A few people passing by took notice of the aggressive tone, making Veronica mentally kick herself. “Shit, that wasn’t supposed to be so...I’m touchy about that day.”

Eliza waved off the comment like she was the one in the wrong. “It’s fine! I should’ve known better.”

“I guess we’re both even now huh?”

“Even!? I wasn’t trying to get back at-”

“Haha, relax before your heart explodes. It was just a tease.”

Eliza’s for got red. “Oh...of course.”

“You weren’t kidding about not having friends. I thought I was bad at small talk.”

Eliza held her head down. “I’m like a dumpster fire…”

“Ha, I can see that. I guess I’m fortunate to do speeches often. Easily the savior of my social skills. My parents are great but I wouldn’t say they aren’t the most elegant people in conversations. At least not ones that aren’t in front of a camera where they have to be. In a regular conversation they are as uncoordinated as they come.”

“I can see that. Yang’s sister does live here after all. She definitely has her own way of holding a conversation.”

“Pfft, that’s one way to put it. Just shake it off. We’re all kinda tone dead I guess.” Veronica laughed. This was fun. This was actually fun. Talking casually, who would’ve thought? She grabbed her water bottle to drink.

Eliza was also having a pleasant time. She was running low on conversation starters though. There had to be something that shouldn’t go horribly wrong. That’s when it came to her…

“So your head over heels for Nick right?”

Water sprayed out of Veronica’s mouth. How did each question keep getting her!? It shouldn’t even have been that bad yet here she was, choking over the most basic thing that everyone knew! Normally she hated being touched but feeling Eliza pat her back was gladly welcomed.

If Eliza didn’t feel bad before, then she definitely did now. “I am so sorry!” her voice was so spastic it would make Summer look calm. “I told you I’m terrible at this!”

“No, agh, no… this one is me!” Veronica coughed. “Damn, that really hurt my chest. It’s like the entire gulp went down the wrong pipe!” A few more coughs and another sip of water cured the promise. Veronica rubbed her chest and tearfully looked at Eliza. “Yeah I’m into him. Why do you ask?” Her desire to act like she didn’t nearly die was strong. “Wait, don’t tell me you like him too!?”

Water wasn't the only thing that was gonna be on the floor with questions like that. Eliza made a face that looked like she may have gagged out of spite. “Ugh, not a chance.” She folded both her arms aggressively.

“Cool, that would’ve been weird.” Veronica thought. Then Eliza began rubbing her chin. That was never a good sign.

“Weeeeeell…” Eliza said.

Veronica deflated like a balloon. “Here we go…”

“Huh? No! It’s not what you think. I don’t like him like that, or much at all really. However, I can’t deny he is...charming to put mildly. I can recognize that. As a whole, I don’t like Nick that much. There’s too much that grinds my gears. That said, there is a side to him I deeply appreciate. Don’t tell him that or I’ll deny it.”

Her tidbit made Vee’s cat ears wiggle. “You gonna leave me hanging like that? Elaborate a little.”

“Really? I didn’t want to diss him in front of you or anything.”

“Tah! Nick doesn’t need anyone coming to his defense and I’m not gonna bite your head off over an opinion, most likely.” She had to add that last part. Veronica doubted Eliza was going to say something that would be unapologetically mean but you can never know what a person could say. “Speak your mind.”

Eliza looked towards the stage to watch the council president in question adjust some light equipment to put on his sister. “That boy is...selfish in the wrong way.”

That sure was an answer. Veronica tilted her head. “I...don’t follow.”

“Nicholas Schnee is a people pleaser, yet he goes out of his way to do things on his own and inefficiently. He has the qualities of a great leader but doesn’t truly lead anyone. Instead he bends over backwards. This entire concert was his idea yet he chose not to fill anybody in on this for weeks; leaving us in the dark when we could’ve been further along. All that money, trust, and influence, yet I fail to see him use it with the care I know he knows how to do. It’s so annoying! Agh, I wish I had a fraction of what his name has.”

“Sounds like to me you’re a little envious?”

“A bit, but that doesn’t change my view of him. You know him. Am I wrong?”

“I’m the last person to judge right or wrong here, but I see what you mean. Nick definitely has his faults, no argument there. I told him the other day he was a bit pushy at times and overbearing. Still, I wouldn’t say those qualities are bad. Nick is… a man on a mission.”

The administration in Veronica’s eyes was clearer than air to Eliza. “Opinions aside, his heart is good. The love he has for family and friends is undeniably. I respect that.”

“Is that the part you deeply appreciate?”

Eliza shook her head. “No, that quality is a given. The side I like is one few people see. I witnessed it for the first time at a red carpet event several years ago. It was our first time actually speaking. I stubbornly declared I’d beat him in a tournament and show everyone how beneath me he was.”

“Wow, your social skills really are rough.”

“Cut me some slack. I was fourteen and cocky. Anyways, I expected him to laugh it off and give that fake smile he gives to the public. Instead, he gave this smug smirk at me and said ‘I can’t wait.’ It was actually chilling. I could tell from his eyes that he was threatening, no, intimidating me. He had no problem letting me know he wanted to take me down, and that’s exactly what he did on tournament day. However, right before our match, Nick took me to the side to chat. It was my first tournament. The anxiety I had was a plan on my face. Instead of using that weakness, he gave me tips to calm down. Having him focus solely on me in that ring was thrilling, different from his usual self. There’s an honesty about it I like. No way somebody can be nice all the time.”

It was for that very reason Eliza knew she had to hear Nick’s offer out. Whenever that look comes out, it spells trouble for who caused it. To think the plan involved beating Valerie? What could he possibly be up to?

Veronica rubbed her chin, intrigued. “So that’s your reasoning. Hmm.” She snapped her fingers and smirked. “Masochistic.”

Eliza bugged out. Her jaw dropped and she was seconds away from protest, until the snickering from Veronica let her know she was teasing again. A smile slowly formed and Eliza playfully elbowed Vee. “Shut up.” She laughed. “Talk about a mood killer.”

Veronica stuck her tongue out before breaking out into laughter when Eliza. Hard to believe the key to being social was being kinda bad at it? It was nice making a friend. Veronica didn’t say it but they were glad to be here.

Across the room, the gym door opened. “Well look who’s having fun!?” A voice bellowe, the condescending echo gaining everyone’s attention. To many’s displeasure, it was Darren sauntering in with his silent partner Max behind him. “Sounds like a real party here. Care if I join? Maybe shake things up a little?”

The upperclassman paced like he owned the place, watching. “Hard at work for my big day?” His eyes go to the stage. “Well if it isn’t the Jester of the School!”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Very original. I’d love to hear more of this comedy act but unfortunately the gym is closed for regular students. Please take your friend and your clown makeup somewhere else.”

“Pfft, you diss like a child.”

“Said the man who called me a jester.” Be it a deity or the universe itself, people should count themselves lucky Nick had high tolerance for stupidity. Darren’s presence was grinding it down however. Punches and nearly getting a friend hit by an asshole’s car did that to an individual.

Summer could see the sparks fly between the two. Grabbing the microphone from Nick with no hesitation, Summer took the lead. Unfortunately for Darren she didn’t have her brother’s tolerance, and she was on her favorite spot in the whole world. “You’re interrupting our practice and wasting my time. Beat it.”

The gym went silent. Did everyone hear that right? Summer Schnee...was rude!? Darren blinked twice, stunned. “Excuse me but, nobody was talking to you.”

“And nobody invited you. Scram.” She shooed him away as if he was a bug.

“Now is that anyone to talk to a superior? I don’t care how famous you are or what your last name is, you little princess. You just keep singing like a little songbird; it’ll be the only good press you get that day before losing to yours truly!”

Summer out of this expression of confusion. “And your name is…? Sorry, I just have a really hard time with faces when they don’t even rank in the top five.” Multiple ‘oooos’ and chatter started going. “Is Dean? Dunce? …..Dumb and Dumber?”

Max let out a simple “Hmph” while Darren got pissed. “So you got jokes huh?” He said through his teeth. It only took one step closer before Nick immediately stepped in front of his sister. Before either could give the audience a glimpse of tournament match l, Eliza flicked the lights off and on to gain everyone’s attention.

“HEY! Knock it off, all of you.” She demanded. Darren’s gaze came her way and towards Veronica by extension. Eliza took a step between the two, stopping a problem before it could start. “Na uh, eyes on me. One word to her and I might let Principal Coal know. May I remind you that after recent behavior it would behoove you to act like a respectable upperclassman, or else-”

“Hey hey hey there, little one, I just came in here to mingle a little; shoot the breeze and all. I’m not the one who got all bent out of shape and started insulting people. Ain’t that right Max?”

Unbothered, Max put his hands behind his head. “That is what happened; dumb jokes or not.”

“Yeah that’s- hey! You aren’t talking about my jokes are you!?”

Eliza took a deep breath. “Consider the breeze shot to hell. Now if you would kindly be on your way so-”

“Uuuugh, you’re so boring, acting like a lifeless doll and shit. Even her frail and tone deaf highness behind me showed some backbone for once.”

“Tone deaf!?” Summer yelled. She would’ve thrown her microphone if Nick didn’t take it from her. “Oh I really hope your bite is at least half as good as your bite. This ‘Princess’ thinks you deserve a public beat down for the world to see, personally delivered!”

“See you at the tournament!” Nick added.

Darren pointed behind himself. “See? At least they’re interesting.”

“If getting egged on by your limp insults is what you want then why should I even bother?” Eliza stepped to the side. “Best be on your way. You can earn my wrath whenever you feel man enough to enter a solo tournament instead of hiding behind your partner.”

“Oh yeah?” Darren glared. “Tough talk from a-” The back of his shirt was pulled by Max.

“Time to go. You’ve had your fun, and I’m getting a headache. No use talking. Let the tournament do all the bragging.” Max began dragging Darren to the exit until Darren brushed him off to walk himself. He gave Eliza one last pissed off look before giving a smug face as he walked away. “Tsk, drug baby.” He mumbles.

Loud footsteps and the sound of metal clanged behind him. Darren quickly turned around, ready for a fight. “Well I guess you can get ma-”He didn’t move. What he thought was Eliza losing her cool was actually her defending him with her baton from a very pissed heir with an Arma Gigas.

“He’s quicker than he looks.” Max grabbed Darren again and all but tossed him out the gym before any actions became an incident.

“Care to tell me why you wanna fight my battles?” Eliza complained.

“I’m not fighting your battles. My patience just got a little restless.” Nick unsummoned his blade and walked away. Thoughts of last night suddenly came to mind, making him sigh. “Sorry. Overstepped a bit. I’m gonna cool off.” He groaned.

Eliza rubbed the back of her head. That was...off. Nick must’ve been more ticked off by Darren than she was aware of. “Just don’t get so jumpy. The last thing I need is you not being able to kick his ass because you got suspended.”

“Haha yes ma’am.”

Eliza clapped her hands loudly. “Okay everyone! Get back to business!” She shouted, returning everything to normal. Thank the gods for at least giving Eliza cooperative staff members. Her body slumped over. Why can’t any event be peaceful! Damn that Darren! Now she wished he was in the solo bracket. Her head lifted to look at Veronica. “I take it if Nick heard that then so did you?”

“Little bit. I can pretend I didn’t. Makes no difference to me.”

“Don’t sweat it. Who likes beading around the bush anyways? You asked about my mom earlier. Now you basically know. To make a long story short, my dad in his younger years spent his money in...less than responsible ways. Who needs love when there’s plenty of clubs and corners with people looking to make a quick buck? My mother just so happened to get a little more than just lien.”

Veronica’s face scrunched up. “Yikes. That’s a lot to unpack.”

“Not really. Never had a mom so it’s not like I’m yearning for a connection when there never was one to start with. One day my dad noticed her pregnant and like you said before, I have strong features. A woman parading around with no home, every drug under the sun, and a potential baby that looked like the CEO of a company one kingdom above is a recipe for ruin. Many board members thought it best for my father to deny anything and everything. Apparently a few of them along with some kind individuals thought it best to move my mother in with him. This way the baby, me, would at the very least be healthy.”

“What about your mother?”

“Ultimatum. Fall in line with this new society and learn to act like a high class citizen, or take a generous amount of money to keep quiet. I don’t look like her so spinning a story wouldn’t do her well, and high class society didn’t mean she could get high any hour of the day. Took the money and never looked back. Tabs were kept on her for a while but she eventually became white noise among the gutter trash of Mantle. A druggie with tons of cash is never good. Most likely ended up in a gutter from overdose or somebody who caught wind of her spending habits.”

“Eliza that’s...I’m sorry that happened.”

“Eh, I’m not losing sleep over it. Not like I got a bad deal either. Contrary to what people might say about my name, my father is a decent man and cares for me as well. He’s by no means perfect but who is? Aunt May told me once that if nothing else, my dad doesn’t make problems bigger than what they have to be. I didn’t ask to be born, so resenting me would be shallow. We get along and that’s all that matters family wise. Though...it’s not like he got a raw deal out of it.” Eliza conjured a small flame in her hand. “He took the high road and learned he got Remnant’s first magical daughter in ages. Talk about good karma.”

“Way to look at the positives.” Veronica said.

Eliza put out the flame. “It’s just the facts. Unfortunately rumors floated and not all people were happy with the decision, so little tidbits here and there got learned. As you can see with Darren’s mouth almost getting him into trouble. The only thing bigger than his mouth is his ego.”

“Yeah, I’m familiar with his type.” Veronica said with annoyance. She was too familiar with it.

“Anywho, I should get back to practice. Thanks for chit chatting. And people say it’s bad to meet your heroes and stuff. I guess they’re meeting the wrong ones.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. I mean I’m pretty rad but you know...modesty and all that. I’m no Blake Belladonna or Yang Xiao Long. Just little ol’ me.” Veronica chuckled. “See ya around?”

“Sooner than you might think.” Eliza twirled her baton and went on her way.

Veronica watched the girl leave. No wonder Nick chose Eliza to be the one to keep an eye on her. She was tough as nails; with or without the uniform! A shame Darren outed her like that. Veronica felt a little dirty learning something Eliza didn’t want to tell her. Veronica was surprised that Eliza didn’t ask for her to return the favor. Then again, it would’ve been pointless. Veronica knew herself. She wouldn’t say a word regardless of fairness. She might have even lied. The girl let out a sigh, taking a moment to look down at herself before heading back to practice. Some things are just better left unsaid.

#rwby #rwby twin snowflakes #nicholas schnee #summer schnee #eliza marigold #veronica belladonna #darren diabhalta #max winchester

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louandhazaf · 4 years

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Happy Birthday to me! This year I want to celebrate all the incredible authors who have gifted me fics through the years. Please go give these fics some love! #piscesseason

Mercedes Boy by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) Larry, Explicit, 5374 words There's a surprise waiting at home for Louis after he finishes his day on the tracks at the Mercedes AMG Driving Experience. This was the first fic every written for me and it will always have a special place in my heart. For those who don't know, I am obsessed with "AMG Louis" because it's at the cross of loves of automotive sports and dirtbag Louis. And Lauren took that and made a super hot, super tender fic about fucking in a car. I love everything about it.

Cigarette in my left hand, whole world in my right hand by wearetheluckyones Tomlinshaw, Explicit, 5833 words Harry's had some really bad ideas before, starting with the time he got pissed and jumped into the Thames stark naked, but this might take the fucking cake. Offering up Louis as a viable option for a model for Nick's last photography project is ludicrous at best and a disaster waiting to happen at worst. I wanted to read some photographer!Nick and model!Louis and then I also got uni!Tomlinshaw and a nature walk and talks about flowers and a BUNNY and basically this is also very hot and very tender and I was THRILLED to recieve it.

You're my fault, my weakness by wearetheluckyones Tomlinshaw, Explicit, 2197 words It’s been six months since Nick’s project, and Christmas and Louis’s birthday are coming up fast. Louis’s invited Nick to his family’s place for the holidays, and Nick can’t help but be nervous. THEN THIS AUTHOR WROTE MORE IN THIS VERSE???? Like, HELLO, I am in love with everything.

Mixtape by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) Larry, General, 927 words From Find You Home, this is Louis' POV when they first leave home to drive to his family's house for Christmas. When I read Find You Home I was utter obsessed with the idea of Louis making Harry a mixtape full of songs with hidden meaning, that expressed everything he couldn't say to Harry, how much time and effort he'd put into the thing, and then when he gives it to Harry, Harry literally tosses it aside. My heart! It aches! How carelessly cruel of Harry! I wanted all of the angst of Louis Going Through It and I basically forced Lauren to write this for me. She's the best.

Can We Talk for a Moment? by lululawrence Larry, Not Rated, 15737 words It was widely known that alphas were never as common as betas or omegas. It is believed the reasoning for that was safety for their packs. Each pack could only have one Alpha, and in order to keep order and make sure there was no mistaking who was in power, once the successor had been named, other alphas would be forced out of the pack. The populations grew, as was to be expected with time and all manner of developments, and while the packs got larger and joined together, the number of alphas never increased. Harry didn’t care for the reasons behind the phenomenon. In the end, it didn’t really matter. All he knew was he was the only alpha within about a thousand mile radius, and he was a complete and total disappointment. Or the one where Harry is a shy, nerdy alpha, Louis is a loud omega punk, and there's more to both of them than their reputations. PUNK!LOUIS PUNK!LOUIS PUNK!LOUIS. BUT ALSO!!! OMEGA PUNK LOUIS AND NERDY ALPHA HARRY. WHAT MORE COULD A PERSON ASK FOR???

Fall Like Rain by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) Larry, General, 2473 words This is Harry's POV from the first day that he and Louis are at the beach house. You've read Don't Want Shelter, right? If not, what are you doing? Go read it! And then read all of the amazing other bits Lauren has written in the universe. I will always always always have a special little nook in my heart for these men.

Glitter Bomb by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) Larry, Teen, 7808 words After a spectacularly awful date, Harry decides a little petty revenge will make him feel better. Things don't work out quite the way he plans. What's better than sending a glitter bomb as a bit of revenge?? READING THIS FIC ABOUT THAT VERY CONCEPT. Of course, nothing goes as planned... and then it all works out in the end. Hilarious and Wonderful!!!

Be Mine, Little Valentine by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) Larry, Explicit, 7435 words Louis wants to find someone who'll love all of him. There's just one tiny complication. Uhhhhh, I love tiny penis fics. This one is incredible.

One Touch Is Never Enough by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) Larry, Explicit, 3853 words It’s been a rough year for Louis. First, he was turned into a werewolf, which hasn't been so bad, except that he didn't anticipate how it would affect his love life. Maybe it’d be easier to ignore if he wasn’t constantly bombarded by the sound of his two werewolf best friends getting it on in the next room. At least they were nice enough to give him a gift certificate for a massage. I still laugh out loud everytime I think of this fic. I mean, read that summary. OFC this fic is going to be so stellar.

Wine Not? by abrighteryellow, allwaswell16, catfishau (dinosaursmate), crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks), disgruntledkittenface, FallingLikeThis, jaerie, Justalittlelouislove, kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie), kiwikero, LadyLondonderry, Layne Faire (HisDarlin), lululawrence, momentofclarity, phdmama, QuickedWeen, Rearviewdreamer, red_special, SadaVeniren, someonethatsfunny, taggiecb Larry, Explicit, 20704 words Louis’ Wine Dive is a bar run by the people for the people. Wine Styles is a boutique tasting room that caters to a more highbrow clientele. When their worlds clash on a beautiful Charleston street, one of these owners may find that an ounce of pretension doesn’t stand a chance against a pound of perseverance. I am not great with emotions. Showing them or dealing with them. If I think too hard about this fic, I run the risk of tearing up. I don't know that I can every express how much it means to me that these amazing authors all came together to write me a fic. A really really wonderful fic. That is far more coheasive than it has any right to be. But my chest gets all funny and my eyes get all watery, so I'm just going to say that everyone should go read it. It means the world to me.

It's been a long, cold, lonely winter by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) Larry, Teen, 443 words Louis wants to catch the eye of his hot neighbor who's always looking at his phone. His grey sweatpants are his secret weapon. I wrote a little fic, and then Lauren was like I WANT TO WRITE THE ALTERNATE POV AND ALSO HERE ARE SOME GREY SWEATPANTS and whoooboooooy what a great combo that turned out to be!

All This Noise by musiclily88 Larry, Teen, 1733 words Here's how it begins DRUMMER!LOUIS DRUMMER!LOUIS DRUMMER!LOUIS WHY ARE THERE NOT MORE DRUMMER LOUIS FICS IN THIS FANDOM??? I posed that question and then this fic was written for me and my mind melted. I LOVE the concept of drummer Louis and this fic so totally delivers.

One Man's Ceiling Is Another Man's Floor by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) Maggie Rogers/Niall, Explicit, 3713 words Niall and Maggie come up with a way to get revenge on her annoying neighbors. HEH. GO READ THIS HET FIC ABOUT MAGGIE PEGGING NIALL. LIKE. GO. This does not have enough hits!

Heels Over Head by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie) Larry, Explicit, 3455 words Louis Tomlinson returns from tour to find that his new next door neighbor doesn't realize his backyard is not completely private. You know what else I love in addition to tiny penis fics?? Lauren's butthole series. This one CRACKS ME UP. I'm going to send her a million more butthole prompts and make her write them as well.

Make Your Body Move Like Mine by Jiksa Larry & Gryles, Explicit, 9400 words He looks beautiful, otherworldly, strobe lights catching in his curls like rays of sunshine. Louis can’t look away. Or, the first time they meet. Prequel to You're A Universe. I do not have enough words to possibly explain how much I love Jx's fic, You're A Universe. So when we were talking and she said she had a prequel I all but begged her to let me read it. Even if she never posted it. I needed it. And she was so so gracious enough to let me read it. And it fills the perfect little backstory spot about Harry and Nick and who Louis was when he met Harry for the first time and just... UGH. Everything about it is perfect in every way. It's possible I had a little meltdown when I saw it was gifted to me when it was posted.

sad sex is... no by disgruntledkittenface Gryles, Not Rated, 2430 words “Hey, are you…” As he hesitates, a line appearing between his furrowed eyebrows and a pout forming on his puffy pink lips, the words “don’t say it” run on a loop in Nick’s head, like a prayer. “... okay?” He said it. Fuck. A gryles AU based on Harry’s iconic quote from the Jools Holland interview. OH! Speaking of having meltdowns when seeing that ao3 email about a gift. I saw this, I saw the title, saw the author, and fully had to close my laptop and walk away because I knew it was going to be so overwhelmingly exactly what I wanted to read that I literally couldn't deal with it. (Um. Remember that not dealing well with emotions. This is an excellent example. I just... shut down when i saw it because I was so overwhelmed.) This literally hits every single one of my buttons and is just so so beautifully written and I'm so so very lucky to have friends like this.

#kingsofeverything #disgruntledkittenface #jiksax #musiclily #lululawrence #the whole freaking gc #i love you all #anyway hbd to me!

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years

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Hey there Cutegirlmayra, I was wondering if you would like to do this fanfic. In Sonic Unleashed, Sonic and Amy are married with kids ( they are now adults in this fic ) before Sonic goes to stop Dr. Eggman, his kids were cheering him on and say "Your our hero, Dad!!! You never fail to save the day!!" then Sonic's reply with a wink, "I'll come back home before you know it!!!"... But he failed and changed form, "What will my kids think of me now?"

I would love to do this fanfiction, thank you for the opportunity!

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Prompt:

“Take him down, Dad!”

“Left kick, then hit him with the right!”

“Woooahhhh, so cool!”

The three triplet boys all climbed and weighed on their Mother, who patiently, but clearly feeling uncomfortable seemed to enjoy the boys enthusiasm over their father’s victory on the television.

“Blast that-!”

“HEDGEHOG!” the three children mimicked, laughing and mocking Eggman as the youngest two slid down the couch and landed beside Amy, giggling as she ticked them in their excitement.

What a joyful family moment.

Her oldest was laid on her head, pushing himself up constantly by having his hand slack down and then smush her face with his continual attempts to remain on top.

“Alright, boys. That’s enough t.v for one day.” She picked the boy up off of her head and placed him on her lap, smiling, “Your dad still is pretty cool, isn’t he?”

“Yeah!” the three boys exclaimed before looking over her shoulder and gasping. “Daddy’s home!!!”

“Hey! Did you see the news?” Sonic, who had zipped in like a gust of wind from the window, made his triumphant entrance known as his hands held to his hips.

Hanging from his arms, grocery bags.

But not for long.

“Daddy!!!” The kids all clambered over the other to get a better view of him behind the couch, “Kisses, daddy, kisses!”

Sonic moved over to Amy and gave her an affection head bump on her forehead before rubbing the kids’s head.

“Kisses?” He scoffed, “Since when?”

The kids all giggled and quickly scrambled over to the other side of the couch, but he ran quickly to the side they were once on, and they all piled over the other to get to him first.

“Kisses, Daddy, kisses!!!”

Amy gave Sonic a sly look with a smirk, as though he wasn’t going to get out of this one, especially since it was the kids asking.

Sonic faked a long sigh, bending his knees and leaning back a bit to over-exaggerate as the kids all laughed at his antics.

“Fine.” he pretended to ‘ignite’ his lips like you would a car engine, then fully got it in throttle and began zipping around, threatening to overwhelm them with kisses as they all hurried away in a game of chase.

He didn’t pursue though, after giving them each one kiss he came back to the couch, “You better hide! Cause you can’t run!”

The giggles gave them away but Amy just got up from the couch and readjusted her clothes that were stretched from all the kids climbing over her.

“I haven’t seen that engine revved up in a long time.” She teased, looking a little pitiful but failing to keep up the appearance.

She blushed and smiled when he pivoted his form to her and took a macho step forward before swaggering closer over to her.

“A while? I’d say you were the one that got it started.” he gave her a look she knew too well at this point but taunted him by flinging her face to the side and tilting her body, just giving him her cheek.

“Ah! The rejection!” he dramatically held his chest as though his heart was breaking. “Such a cruel wife.”

“Such a monster of a husband!” she grabbed the tuff of quills that were positioned on the top of his head, forcing him to stay put. “You left to fight Eggman without so much as eating a bite of dinner!”

“I took a nibble,” he argued, trying to submit a little more to her brute strength and not fight her on this one. He knew by now, too, that this was her way of showing affection. “And I’m about to take a bite! Rawr!” he had feigned submission!

“Ah! Sonic! Ahh! No, wait, what if the kids-Eeee~!” In a loving tussle, Sonic got the upper hand. It’s clear the relationship with the family was strong, but then there was a sudden alarm that came from the still playing television.

The kids all peeked their heads out, one at a time, trying to spy on their mother and father before seeing them still slightly holding one another while their full attentions were on the news.

“Dark Gaia? That can’t be. He shouldn’t be awakened, not for a couple of thousand or so years, a millennia even, right? Oh, I forget after this long.” Amy tried to remember, lightly hitting her head before looking worriedly up at Sonic.

“Last time… you became-”

“Not again,” Sonic’s eyes glared forward. “I won’t turn into that thing again.”

Amy saw the hatred in Sonic’s eyes… she knew he lost a friend that day, but also couldn’t fight well enough to protect him. Light Gaia… Or chip, as Sonic knew him… used his own power to stop Dark Gaia.

“Wouldn’t that mean Chip’s back too?”

Sonic knew she was reaching for hope, it was one of her many great qualities, but that didn’t seem likely.

He didn’t want to worry her either…

In typical Sonic style, he remained silent a moment, in serious contemplation, before turning back to her and smiling warmly with an air of comfort about him.

He placed his hands lightly to her arms, “It’ll be okay.” He assured her, “You keep the kids safe, I’ll deal with Eggman.” he lightly kissed her and sped off.

“Your our hero, Dad!!!” A child ran out the door after him, but clearly couldn’t keep up just yet. “You never fail to save the day!!” Another child exclaimed, having been scooped up by Amy who held him on her side in her arms.

She looked out with that same loving worry on her face.

With an infamous cocky attitude, Sonic’s reply was nothing that wasn’t expected. “I’ll come back home before you know it!!!” He winked, hearing his children cheer him on in glee.

3 months later…

Huffing like a train that had just breaked at the right moment, Sonic’s werehog form fell to its knees and watched as Dark Gaia slowly fell back into the earth…

“Gotta find… gah… Chip.” He moved his hands out in front of him and struggled to push up from the edge of the broken world.

Tails had found evidence that Chip was still asleep, without him, he couldn’t put Dark Gaia to rest again… he needed his old friend, but this time, for more than just the world.

“How’s my family, Tails?” Sonic put a hand to his ear, a small device inside of it. “Tails? What’s the reading on Chip? Have you located him? Is he close to waking up? Tails? Tails?! Answer me!”

When nothing came back, he slowly lowered his hand… but the worst-case scenario zapped into his mind like a raging bullet, and he quickly drew it up again, “Tails! Please! Is Amy and the kids okay!?”

No response…

He groaned, walking back before pacing back to the cliff, “I can’t show up to the house looking like… like this!” he looked over his claws, his large stature. “Ugh!” he swiped his head back, “But I have to know if they’re safe…” He kept walking but stopped again. “No… I should trust Amy! She can handle it.” He paced back to the edge, looking down at Dark Gaia regaining consciousness, roaring a piercing cry, and slithering down into the earth’s core again.

“He’ll be back… I’ve only agitated him.” Sonic thought out loud, moving back away from the edge. “I can’t find Chip without Tails giving me a location. And in order to find Tails… Home is on the way…” he made a fist with one of his hands, fighting his own pride on the matter.

“I’ll just take a peek. I’m not as fast as I once was in my day form, but this is all it takes… one second to see them all safe and sound. One moment to know I did good, that everything’s alright still… Eggman… If you did anything to my family… you can do whatever you want to me! But when you jeopardize the world and people that I love-!” he almost looked angry, turning his fangs to the sky as he gritted his teeth, feeling like he was making a vow to the universe or something now… “I won’t forgive you so easily.” he narrowed his sights… and ran on all fours, stretching his arm out to swing all the way int the direction of home.

Upon arriving, he was surprised. The lights were on and music was playing.

Amy’s typical ‘good motherly instincts’ telling her to keep everything lively and happy while Sonic was away, not wanting to distress the kids too much…

He smiled, “Good on ya, Amy…” Though he knew her reasoning,… the warm atmosphere of home drew him to crawl closer to the window, going for a peek.

When he did, he saw Amy dancing with one of the boys, the other two were keeping the rhythm going. One was clapping while the other insisted on hitting pots and pans like a drummer, wanting to be in a band.

Sonic’s heart softened from it’s raging thumping to one of a still beat, glad to see his worries were for nothing.

“What am I doing? This is too risky. They’re safe. That’s all I needed to know so…”

He kept staring in on the happy home, wishing he was apart of it too.

“Why do I feel this isn’t enough?”

“Daddy?”

He blinked his eyes and looked down.

“GAH!” he quickly stood up, flinching back in surprise at seeing his kid.

“AHHH!!! THE MONSTER!” the boy screamed and drew down the curtain, while Sonic’s balance was put off, his eyebrows also bent in hurt.

“M…Monster? Wa-ah!” he fell on his back. “Ouch.” he rubbed his head and tried to get up, but in the middle of the night, Amy with her powerful Piko Piko Hammer stepped outside to look around in the bushes.

“A-Amy! Wait!” PIKO!

As Sonic awoke the next day, the kids were amazed the monster was actually their father.

Embarrassed, Sonic dashed off to find Tails.

However… that night…

“It’s alright, It’s daddy.” Amy coaxed her oldest towards Sonic.

“H-how did you know I was..?” Sonic, backing away, looked to Amy but saw out of the corner of his eye–Professor Pickle nodding to him. “But… why?!” He glared slightly, “Amy, this isn’t-!”

He stomped his foot down, something that should have been light in his old appearance, just as yesterday’s surprise fall should have made the kids roll on the ground with laughter.

But instead… this spooked his oldest, who went running back behind his mother.

“N-no… Kid, I’m sorry…” he outreached his hand to him, but pulled it back. He pressed his eyes shut and turned away from them, “Get out of here… all of you.” he tightened his fist, but then loosened them in defeat. “Your dad has to save the world, keep you all safe… just forget you ever saw this… this monster and get going. Listen to your mother and head straight home.”

With that growling voice, the children were still hesitant. But the oldest heard something in that voice differently. It stood out to him, when his father used to tell him stories and the hero’s fall would be followed by a swift revival of righteous virtues that would put an end to injustice.

He slowly approached the monster’s back… then, tilting his head, he sniffed as his nose bounced around.

His eyes brightened a moment, and he held his arms up to his father, “Daddy..!”

As he stumbled forward, he called again, seeing Sonic’s eyes turn back to him, amazed by his son’s courage to see past the frightful appearance, especially for a child.

“Daddy! Daddy, up!” he groped the air as a child his age would, bouncing up and down excitedly.

Sonic’s shoulders slumped and his heart melted yet again to the sound of his children wanting his attention.

“Alright… one up, then you have to go home.” He gave in, hoisting his son up.

The child laughed, but as he was being pulled back down, he gripped Sonic’s hair and began to poke around in it. “Daddy got hairy.”

“Daddy has to shave?” The middlest child stuck his head out from behind his mother. “Daddy grew a beard?”

“All over his body!!!” the youngest overly pointed out and laughed, running over to his father, “Daddy, daddy, you’re a beard monster!”

“Daddy’s not a monster!” The oldest snapped back, “He’s just gotta get a haircut…” He continued to fiddle with his father’s hair.

“I like it! He’s fluffy now! Up, daddy!” The youngest jumped to his arm, feeling the new size and texture of it before jumping as though on a ride, waiting for the coin to slide in Sonic’s heart and help him jump start the small entertainment.

“Me too, up daddy! I want up too!” The middlest ran over and at this point, Sonic was too choked up to say anything.

“Daddy!” “Dada!” “Daddy’s crying!”

“I am not!” Sonic lifted his arm up, the one where his youngest was, who ‘weee!’d at the movement as Sonic draped his arm over his eyes, leaning his head back. “Daddy’s just happy.” he sniffed, “To have amazing and empathic kids like you.”

“We’re empty?”

“No, honey.” Amy giggled, also emotional as her hands covered her smiling mouth. “The complete opposite.” she was tearing up too.

The acceptance of his children, playing with them in this new form and really making the game ‘monster chasing us’ a new thrill, Sonic learned that it wasn’t just his friends who chose to see him differently…

His children would always love their affectionate, and heroic, father. Regardless what he looked like, they would always accept him as the greatest hero in their lives.

BONUS:

“Are these your kids?”

The kids all dog-piled Chip who was hovering in the air.

“Woah, hey! No biting! Easy on the tail!” he was kicking his legs out everywhere as the kids all loved on him.

When he finally got away, he pulled out some chocolate, “I LOOOOOOVEEE them! Hey, who wants chocolate? Who wants chocolate~? Anyone? Oh you do~ and you, and you~ Hey, give me that chocolate bar back! I want some too! Heeeyyy~” He flew after them as they laughed and played keep-away.

#cutegirlmayra #sonamy #weresonamy #were sonamy #sonicxamy #sonamy prompt #sonic unleashed #sonic unleashed prompt #sonic family #sonic family prompt #sonic the werehog

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the--blackdahlia · 4 years

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It’s So Easy (And Other Lies) Chapter 19

Title: It’s So Easy (And Other Lies) Chapter 19

Summary: Stevie Adler likes Duff McKagan. She has for a while now, but she is convinced Duff doesn’t like her that way. Duff likes Stevie, but so does their new bandmate Axl Rose.

Chapter Warnings: Language mainly

AN: Thank you for all the feedback!

Matt was good. Duff didn’t want him to be, because he felt he was disrespecting Stevie by admitting it, but Matt was really fucking good. It sounded as close to the original line up as they could get without being the original line up. There were some obvious sound differences, but that couldn’t be helped.

The worked on the album, well actually, there were two. Axl had pushed for enough material to cover two albums, so that’s what they were doing. Duff and Izzy both thought that some songs should be cut out and just one album released. But Axl wouldn’t budge, even insisting that both albums needed released on the same day.

“Fine!” Duff threw his hands up in the air. “Whatever gets you to shut up!”

“He’s just pissy that he hasn’t gotten laid since Stevie found out she was pregnant,” Slash teased with a smirk on his face. Duff glared at the guitarist.

“Our sex life is none of your business,” Duff growled.

“But you’re not denying it,” Izzy laughed. Dizzy stood in front of Duff, stopping him from attacking the two guitarists.

“How is she doing?” Matt asked, trying to calm the situation.

“She keeps having pains and her blood sugar won’t stay balanced,” Duff told him, running his fingers through his hair to calm himself down. “I just want her to be okay. I’m trying to convince her to just relax in Seattle while we’re on tour, but she wants to go still.”

“Because she’s stubborn,” Dizzy pointed out. He had only played with her for a little bit, but from the stories he had been told about before her and Duff got together, they were both stubborn.

“She just wants to make sure you’re not tapping anything on the road,” Axl added.

“Thanks for having faith in me not fucking up my marriage guys. Means a lot,” Duff sighed. “I just don’t want anything to happen to her.”

“She’s how many months along now?” Matt asked. “I think you guys are in the clear.”

“Yeah,” Duff took a breath. Management had scheduled the first leg of the tour to end around Stevie’s due date, so Duff would get to spend about a month or so with his wife and baby before he had to go back out on tour. Which he really didn’t want to do. He wanted to be able to stay longer to help Stevie.

He wanted to be a better dad than his had been.

“Hello?” He heard Stevie’s voice. Duff turned and smiled when he saw his wife standing in the doorway of the studio room. The guys all greeted her like they hadn’t seen her the day before, going off about how good it was to see her, how she was glowing, etc. She walked over and gave Duff a quick kiss on the lips.

“Everything okay?” Duff asked, slightly worried that her impromptu visit was to tell him something bad. But she smiled and nodded, chasing away some of his fears.

“Everything’s great. Doctor said little bean here is growing nicely,” Stevie explained. “Actually, she was able to tell me the gender.” That got everyone’s attention.

“Well, what is it?” Axl asked, watching her. “I bet it’s a boy. Axl McKagan is going to be so cool.” Stevie just smiled and handed Duff a small shopping bag. After her doctor’s appointment, she had stopped stopped at the mall and found a cute little outfit to use to announce the gender. Duff took the bag and opened it, peering inside. He looked up at Stevie.

“Really?” He asked. She nodded. He slowly pulled out the small outfit to show the guys. A little pink onesie with little flowers on it. “We’re having a girl!” He jumped up and wrapped his arms around Stevie, pulling her to him and giving her a deep kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” She smiled at him. The next thing Duff knew, the rest of the band, even Axl, were coming over to give her hugs and there were talks about a band baby shower at the Rainbow, how they would invite everyone who played the scene and how “Bailey or Rose McKagan” would be the most glammed out baby. Duff stood back and watched, the smile never leaving his face.

****

Unfortunately, the rest of that afternoon didn’t go as smoothly as the morning had. Because after Stevie announced the gender to the band, Axl started being a total asshole, yelling at everyone and just being a dick. Izzy had stormed out after a fight with Axl about the guitar line he was working on. That had been hours ago, and honestly, Duff and Slash were a little worried about him. Since Axl obviously wasn’t going to continue practicing, the two decided to go look for the guitarist themselves. Plus, Stevie had invited Izzy and Slash for dinner, and Duff didn’t want to disappoint her.

“You know where we have to go,” Slash told Duff as they headed out to their cars. “We gotta go to Ventura.”

“Why?” Duff asked. Slash stared at him.

“You’re kidding, right?” Slash asked. “That’s where all the gay bars are.”

“How do we even know that’s where Izzy is?” Duff asked.

“How do we know he’s not there?” Slash countered. Duff sighed.

“Stevie’s never gonna let me live this down,” Duff sighed. “Come on, let’s go.”

****

“Which one?” Duff asked. “Like, you and Vince have been hanging out with Izzy a lot. If you don’t know, he might?”

“I think I have a matchbook of Izzy’s,” Slash rummaged in his jacket and pulled out a matchbook for a bar called The Place. “It’s worth a shot.”

Together, they headed into the bar. They didn’t have hopes of finding Izzy, but as they looked around, Duff spotted something in the corner booth

“Slash,” He snagged the guitarist. “Look.” He pointed over to the booth. Sure enough, Izzy was there, a blond kissing on his neck. Izzy’s eyes were closed, so he didn’t see Slash and Duff walking up to him. The blond had slipped his hand into Izzy’s unbuttoned shirt, about ready to ask him if he wanted to get out of there.

“Uhm hum,” Duff said. Izzy opened one eye and groaned.

“What the fuck?” He sighed. “How did you find me?”

“You gave me a matchbook. It was a hunch,” Slash reported. The blond looked at them and Slash swore he knew him from somewhere. And the bright pink leggings looked familiar.

“Who’s this?” He asked. “Your boyfriend?”

“Bandmates,” Izzy sighed. “Very, very cruel bandmates.” Izzy leaned over and gave him a kiss. “I’ll see you later sweetheart.” Izzy got up and walked up to Duff and Slash, Slash still staring at the blond until Izzy pulled him towards the bar

“Is that...was that…” Slash asked.

“Whoever you think it is, it’s not,” Izzy laughed. “But what are you two doing here?”

“Well, we were gonna get you to come practice, but I don’t think it’s gonna happen,” Duff told him. “Stevie wants to know if you want to come over for dinner too.”

“You cockblocked me for that?” Izzy asked with a sigh. “Dinner, yes. Practice, not today. Axl’s been an ass to me since...well, you know.” Izzy looked around the bar, and he swore for a second he saw a familiar redhead, but he shook his head. “Come on Duff, dinner sounds good.”

****

Later that night after Izzy and Slash had left, Duff and Stevie were laying in bed, cuddled up next to each other. They were still at the condo, Slash would come by and stay occasionally, but he had moved in with his girlfriend. So it was just Duff and Stevie. The TV was on, and Duff was barely paying attention as he rubbed small circles on Stevie’s belly.

“The doctor said it’ll probably be another month or so before we can feel her moving,” Stevie explained. “Maybe she’ll be a calm baby.” She watched as Duff traced patterns on her stomach.

“She’s half drummer. I highly doubt it,” Duff laughed. “Are you sure you feel up to going on tour with us?”

“Of course,” She nodded. “If I feel sick, I can just stay in the hotel room while you go live the rockstar life.” She shrugged.

“I just want to make sure you and our little girl are okay,” Duff kissed the top of Stevie’s head. “What happens after she’s born?”

“Well, you’ll have a little time off,” Stevie told him. “I thought we could have her in Seattle if we can, and we’ll be in our house. I miss our house.”

“I know baby,” Duff rubbed her belly gently. “When I’m on tour, my mom and siblings said they would help you. I don’t want to leave you, though.” His voice trailed off, causing Stevie looked up at her husband.

“Babe? Are you okay?” She asked. Duff nodded, but she could see the tears in his eyes. She sat up and looked at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to be a horrible father,” Duff told her. Stevie stared at him.

“Where is this coming from?”

“I...my dad, he was a shit father,” Duff explained. “And his father was a shit father. And I’m sure his was too. I mean, the deck is stacked against me. I’m going to be a shitty dad…”

“Duff McKagan, you stop that right now,” Stevie stared at her husband. “You are not your dad, or your grandfather. You are you, and so far, you’re doing a lot better than any of our parents.”

“I don’t want to fuck up,” He told her, a tear falling down his face. Stevie quickly pulled him to her, holding him close. She rubbed his arms, trying to help him relax and get all those silly notions out of his head.

“You won’t,” She whispered. “Everyone makes mistakes. We’ll do things that will make our little girl hate us, like ground her or set curfews or tell her that she can’t go to a concert at the Whiskey because it’s a school night, but as long as she knows that she’s loved and supported, that’s what matters.” Duff just nodded. “And we’re in this together, no matter what. Even when you get tired of me.” She smiled at him and he returned a snorted laugh.

“I’ve been in love with you for years. I’m not letting you go anytime soon,” Duff kissed her skin gently. He let her hold him as he sang softly into her shoulder, both of them drifting off after a little while.

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saint-of-los-angeles · 5 years

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Don’t Go Away Mad

WOW HERE IT IS, THE LONGEST FIC I HAVE DONE. This fic was done with a coauthor, the beautiful, wonderful, talented @merryy-go-round. I’m seriously like proud of this fic and I know she is too. THANK YOU GIRL, I LOVE YOU!!!

Summery: “Tommy was dying, this had to be what death felt like. There was no other way to describe the feeling of impending doom that he was being crushed under at hearing those words. Those horrible words, uttered from a total fucking stranger’s mouth. Nikki was dead, he was gone forever, he would never look into his green eyes again.”

Another take on Nikki’s overdose and the impact it has on Tommy.

Warnings: Drug use, Overdose, general sadness. But y’all know I dont do sad endings.

Pairing: Nikki Sixx/ Tommy Lee

TAGGING A FEW PEOPLE I THINK MAY LIKE. (If you dont want tagged, feel free to message and tell me, I wont be offended I swear) @malibubarbievince @tommyysixx @the--blackdahlia @stellalux-universe @devil-shouted @sixx-tommy-roger-john @motherfucker-oftheyear @jenerallymarvelous @fan-with-issues

After a grueling press release for their upcoming album, Tommy was fucking drained, and all he wanted to do was go home, to Nikki’s, and soak up the last bits of peace before their upcoming tour began. Tommy lived for the moments where he could have the older man all to himself, when he could take the time to just study the bassist’s face and bask in the fact that he was his. Although the deeper Nikki sunk into his love affair with his liquid mistress, the farther in between these moments became.

Tommy tried so, so hard not to dwell on it, to just be happy with the time he did get with Nikki. Something was better than nothing right? They would be out of there in just a matter of minutes, if Vince would just stop fucking talking for once, and Tommy would be able to spend his night catching up on some much needed alone time with Nikki.

They didn’t have anywhere that they had to be until after Christmas day. This means Tommy gets to spend three whole days with his boyfriend, uninterrupted, which was a rare fucking feat in the crazy lives they lived. Tommy wondered if he should have the driver make a detour to stop by Nikki’s favorite restaurant to brighten his mood. He was getting way too fucking skinny, these days. Or maybe they could go to that new music store that the older man had mentioned a few weeks ago, anything, really to put a smile on Nikki’s face was fucking worth it to Tommy, a smile that he had put there, as compared to the one he gets when he’s melting down his liquid gold in a dirty spoon.

As he was mentally constructing up the perfect evening in his head, he was snapped out of his daydreaming by a rather loud sigh that rolled out from between the bassist’s lips. Nikki looked beyond impatient, and beyond ready for this press conference to just fucking end already, and to everyone else, it may look like Nikki was just ready to finally relax and get some fucking rest. But Tommy wasn’t everyone else, and he felt the hope that he had in place for the ‘perfect night’ ahead of them extinguish like a match on a windy day.

Nikki could care less about getting out of here to spend time with Tommy, Nikki just wanted to get high.

Both men could feel the tension developing in their relationship around the time that the older man met his love affair in the form of heroin, and it was taking a toll on both of them. Before heroin, Tommy never really thought to worry about Nikki’s intake of illegal substances, because duh. Rockstars, remember?

Tommy had always previously seen the bassist as indestructible when it came to drugs. Nikki knew how to handle himself and had everything under perfect control, he had promised Tommy that he knew what he was doing and would never do anything to leave Tommy all alone. When Tommy thinks back to how fucking naive he was to think that anyone is above addiction, he has to laugh at himself. The drummer was always a little too optimistic, and maybe he still is.

Too optimistic about his relationship being perfectly normal, and healthy, and thinking things will work out on their own. Too optimistic, too stupid to realize that he has lost the Nikki that he fell so hard for, the Nikki that could look into his eyes and tell him he loved him more than anything and mean it. As much as Tommy knew he was living in a world of denial, he hoped that tonight, for just one night he could just close his eyes and pretend that he was still the most important thing in Nikki’s life.

Nikki had been visibly irritated throughout the entire conference and Tommy barely refrained from rolling his eyes at the sight of Nikki’s clenched jaw and bouncing leg. He knew that look, he had seen it too many times over the past few months. Nikki just wanted to get the fuck out of there, so he could shoot up, and what else was new?

What had started out as yet another recreational drug to add to the long fucking list of drugs that Crue did on a daily basis, had turned into something much more sinister for the bassist, and Tommy couldnt even put a pinpoint to the moment that the drug had stolen his boyfriend, the love of his life, away from him. Maybe it was easier to ignore the alarming amount of track marks, and the always present slur in the man’s voice than to face the fact that the man he loved more than anything was a fucking junkie, and on his way to an early grave.

Before heroin, Nikki could sit and listen to Tommy ramble for hours about drum fills, how annoying his hair was being that day, how much he missed his parents, anything really. He’d sit there and listen to Tommy with a smile on his face and this look in his eyes like there was absolutely nowhere else he’d rather be.

These days, however, Tommy found himself fighting to be the center of attention for more than just a few minutes. Nikki had found a new subject of affection, and from the looks of it, the bassist probably hasn’t shot up since before they got to the conference building, which was over 4 hours ago.

As the press conference finally came to a close, thanks for finally shutting up Vince, Tommy frowned as he studied his boyfriend a little more closely. He could see the sheen of sweat that coated Nikki’s face as the bassist stood and then turned to shoot him a quick, almost nervous glance. It was the look that Tommy had seen 100 times, it was nerves mixed with guilt and it always meant that Tommy wasn't going to like what Nikki had to say.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna head out. Slash invited me out to this thing and you said you wanted to go home and crash so...” He trailed off, shrugging his shoulders and avoiding eye contact at all cost. Tommy scoffed loudly causing Nikki to shoot him a surprised glance.

Tommy rarely objected to these things, knowing it was a losing battle anyway, and being too afraid to send the older man scattering away to a hiding spot that he would eventually die in, but something about Nikki’s tone, as if he expected Tommy to just be totally fine with being ditched had Tommy unable to bite his tongue this time.

“Yeah, as in go home and crash with you,” Tommy began as he stood, stepping in front of the exit to prevent the other man from leaving. “My boyfriend who hasn’t spoken more than ten sentences to me today. Seriously you can’t go one fucking night with choosing me over shooting that fucking poison into your neck, Nik?” Tommy’s sharp tone surprised even himself, as stared down into the slightly shorter man’s eyes.

All of the feelings of fear, frustration and anger that Tommy had been suppressing for months seemed to come to the surface and it surprised him as much as it surprised Nikki. The older man’s eyes reflected the hurt and confusion at his words, who then was shushing him when he noticed the stares from various bystanders who were still lingering around the large room.

Tommy continued speaking without bothering to lower his voice. “What Nikki? Don’t want everyone to think you’re some sort of junkie?” The words felt cruel coming out of his mouth and he almost instantly felt sick to his stomach saying the word “junkie” to Nikki, but he couldn’t back down now. He watched the other man still at his words and watched as his expression shifted from confused to pissed.

“You know what Tommy, fuck you. I don’t need your fucking permission. Just fuck off.” The bassist was sneering at Tommy as he twirled around to leave.

“Hey, we aren’t done with this!” Tommy started as he reached to grab Nikki’s shoulder to spin him around to face the drummer’s fiery eyes once again. Tommy was a little shocked over his own actions, where did this wave of anger come from? They had small arguments all the time, they were both passionate, headstrong people, but things never escalated to the point where things were unmendable. If Tommy stopped now things would go back to how they were, and they would just ignore that this ever happened. But no, fuck that, Tommy was upset, he had been for fucking months and he had held it in for as long as he could, and now that he had let a little out, he couldnt seem to reel in his emotions.

Nikki looked just as shocked as Tommy did, but underneath his bewildered expression at the treatment he was receiving from his usually happy and carefree boyfriend, was the desperation of an addict that just wanted to fucking shoot up already, and Tommy was preventing that.

“Yes we fucking are Tommy, I’m done with this conversation, Slash is waiting for me, I’ll see you later.” Tommy could hear the barely restrained anger bubbling under Nikki’s words and something about that irked him to no end. How dare Nikki be upset, when he’s the one leaving Tommy to go home alone for the thousandth fucking time, so that he can go inject some poison into his veins?

“Nikki, if you fucking leave, don’t expect me to be there when you get home.” The words felt foreign and WRONG on Tommy’s lips. Part of him wanted to immediately retract the statement and hug Nikki, because back when Nikki and him had first admitted their feelings, Nikki had admitted in a moment of pure trust and love that Tommy leaving him was always his worst fear. Tommy always promised him that nothing he could do would ever push him away. But Tommy was so angry, and above anything else, he was hurt that Nikki would put some amber liquid in a needle above him, who had always been there for him, even when the bassist was terrified of love and tried pushing him away.

"I swear if you leave then I am done with this shit. I can’t watch you do this anymore. You are killing yourself, you do realize that right? I mean, fuck Nikki, I don’t know if I would have fallen in love with you if you were this person when we met.”

Tommy watched as Nikki’s shocked expression turned into pure hurt for a split second, before morphing into the most venomous sneer Tommy had ever seen from Nikki. He knew before the words were out of his mouth that he had gone too far. Nikki had barely been controlling his anger before, but at the harsh words it was as if a switch was flipped.

His loving boyfriend was nowhere to be found. Tommy had never felt afraid of Nikki before, but the look of pure disbelief and fear mixed with anger and confusion was enough to scare him. Tommy could tell that Nikki had completely shut down at this point, and could see the tremors the man was succumbing to, whether it was from the need for drugs, or from holding back his anger, he didn’t know.

Tommy would prefer a punch straight to the face rather than see the pain that he caused on the elder’s features, it would be substantially less painful.

Even Mick, who had been sitting awkwardly on one of the plush couches that the pair had just been occupying even looked shocked at the explosion that seemed to come from nowhere.

Tommy was about to speak again, the overwhelming feelings of guilt and regret immediately replacing the feelings of anger. He was just hurt, and he wanted to just tell Nikki that, how he felt like sometimes he couldn’t fucking breathe when he thought about Nikki out there shooting up a substance that could end his life one day, but Nikki beat him to it.

“You know what, you’re right, Tom. I have changed, and maybe I’m tired of having a boyfriend who just bitches about everything I do instead of having any fucking fun. Thanks for the fucking reality check, babe.” Nikki all but ground out with eyes hardening more and more, the more he spoke. “If you’ll excuse me, I have important business to tend to. You know how us junkies are.” Tommy could barely hear the crack in the older man’s voice that caused his heart to ache, and all he wanted to do was just take it back.

Before Tommy could get his mouth to connect with his brain Nikki was already storming off in the direction of the exit. Using his shoulder to push past the stunned drummer, roughly jolting him to the side.

Mick stared in silence at the youngest member of the band, when Vince decided that he finally wanted to grace the rest of them with his presence, all smiles as he bounded over to Tommy, throwing a casual arm around his shoulder. “Guess we can ditch this place, yeah? Dude, where’s Nikki?”

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After a quiet explanation of the bassist’s whereabouts, Tommy allowed himself to be drug along to Vince’s favorite strip club, and honestly he was grateful for the distraction. He had never been so appreciative of Mick’s non-prying nature and Vince’s absolute inability to worry about anything that doesn’t directly affect his life. If he had gone to his empty apartment he was sure he would be driven mad by the constant replay of the look of betrayal and hurt on Nikki’s face in his mind. So here he sits with his fifth- no sixth?- whiskey sour and he wants more than anything to press rewind and take everything back.

Now that he had calmed down and had time to process what the fuck had happened, and the words exchanged, he was left with such intense feelings of self loathing that he was sure that he would collapse under the pressure if not for the barstool he was currently sat on. Why did he snap at Nikki like that?

Despite Nikki’s shitty attitude and distant nature lately, he knew deep down that Nikki was really sick, and he had always been bad at expressing love in relationships, why should this relationship be any different? Tommy wanted to help Nikki through his issues, not make them worse.

Tommy had already started making plans to apologize to Nikki as soon as possible when his world suddenly changed forever. He didn’t process the words when he heard them, he just blankly looked up to stare at these three dudes talking amongst themselves, arms waving dramatically in what appeared to be disbelief.

“Dude, did you hear?”

“Nikki Sixx overdosed on smack dude, he was hanging out with Slash from Guns and Roses, he’s the one who found him.”

“Shut up”

“I swear, dude, so long Motley Crue, huh? Fucking sucks, I loved them.”

No.

Nikki didn’t overdose, not even in Tommy’s worst fucking nightmares did Nikki overdose. Nikki swore he’d never leave him, swore he had it under control. How the fuck did these guys know Nikki was with Slash tonight? This wasn’t true, this couldn’t be fucking true, but everything in Tommy’s gut was telling him it was.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the FUCK?

Tommy was dying, this had to be what death felt like. There was no other way to describe the feeling of impending doom that he was being crushed under at hearing those words. Those horrible words, uttered from a total fucking stranger’s mouth. Nikki was dead, he was gone forever, he would never look into his green eyes again, and what was the last thing that Tommy had even said to Nikki? It sure as hell wasn’t ‘I love you’ or anything that would have told the bassist that he was Tommy’s entire universe, because he was goddamnit.

No, his last words were spoken in rage and Tommy didn’t think he could handle this much, he was choking, he was dying, but death would be preferable at this point, because his options were either die, or live a life without Nikki.

Not even feeling or acknowledging the tears on his cheeks that fell from his puffy eyes, Tommy brought a hand up and put it over his chest, feeling his heart pump pump pumping under his fingertips and let out what could only be described as a primal wail.

He willed his heart to fall still under his fingers because nothing could be worse than this, nothing could be worse than this raw, gnawing pain that seemed to start in his chest and overtake his whole being. He could feel Vince’s hand on his shoulder, but the touch of comfort only burned him. He didn’t want the comfort, he didn’t want to feel comfort in a world where Nikki no longer existed.

Vince was definitely yelling his name now, lightly smacking his cheek in a sorry attempt to get him to snap out of the trance he had fallen in, but Tommy felt like he was underwater. Everything was coming out muffled, his ears felt stuffed full and most of all he felt like he was drowning, suffocating under the weight of the information he had just learned from these total fucking strangers.

Tommy forced himself to make eye contact with his lead singer, taking in the unshed tears in the blonde’s eyes that were overflowing with a mixture of grief for his late bandmate, and overwhelming concern for the one he left behind.

He wanted to talk to Vince, to lie and tell him that he was okay but he needed to go process this information alone, but he just couldn't bring his brain to form a coherent lie. He opened his mouth to speak, and all that came out were strangled sobs as he reached up to grab fistfuls of his own hair, tugging on the dark locks out of pure desperation. He felt Vince’s hands under his armpits, and he realized he must have been falling at some point, struggling to keep his own feet underneath him, but it was like all his body even knew how to do in this moment was cry.

“Tommy- Jesus Christ man- I don’t- I’m so fucking sorry- I…” Vince looked absolutely lost, completely unsure what to say, and wrecked if Tommy was being honest, and despite really wanting to comfort his friend of so many years, because Vince had lost Nikki too, Tommy did the only thing he physically could at the moment- he told Vince the truth.

“I- I wish I was fucking dead too, Vin- I can’t…”

Tommy regretted allowing that feeling to slip past his lips immediately as he looked into the widening eyes of his frontman, and as Vince opened his lips to respond, Tommy was turning and sprinting out of the club, shoving past anyone in his way. He could vaguely hear Vince yelling his name behind him and the fading sound of Vince’s boots pounding behind him.

Tommy was gratefu thatl the adrenaline and his longer legs could get him the fuck out of there, away from Vince’s worried eyes, away from those strangers who knew that his boyfriend was dead before he even did, and away from that nightmare of a club.

He knew he’d never be able to step foot in that place ever again.

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Tommy wasn’t sure how he even made it to Nikki’s house, honestly. Everything leading up to this moment was a blur in time, making Tommy question how long it had even been since he heard the devastating news.

Not that it mattered, time had no meaning to the drummer anymore.

Raising his hand to knock on the door, the younger man stopped himself and let out a sob at the realization that there was no fucking point in knocking. No one lived here anymore.

So Tommy took out his spare key instead, the metal seemingly burning in his hands as he opened the door to the house he had entered so many times, but now that would never be the same.

There would be no more late night conversations in this house, no more early morning make out sessions- morning breath and all. No more hiding out in Nikki’s music room, writing lyrics and banging out drum fills until the sun rose through the tall windows of Nikki’s second story. No more pathetic attempts at surprising Nikki with brunch- only to set off every single fire alarm the bassist had in the house. No more smiling, no more laughter, no more making love.

Not in this house and not anywhere in the drummer’s life, ever again.

Tears were giving way to anger at this point. Anger at himself for not just flushing all of Nikki’s shit, anger at Nikki for not just coming home with him tonight, and anger at the universe for taking the best thing in Tommy’s life and keeping it somewhere where he would never be able to reach.

That anger needed an outlet, and that outlet came in the form of absolutely destroying anything that the drummer could get his hands on. Everything pissed him off to look at. Everything in this house was just a horrible reminder of what he had lost and in that moment, Tommy wanted everything to feel just as wrecked as he did.

Ignoring the sting in his hands as he threw various vases, records, and other breakable objects against the walls, Tommy was oblivious to the tears that flowed from his eyes as his fist made contact with the TV screen and his foot kicked a sizable hole in his late boyfriend’s drywall.

Tommy’s chest was heaving with the struggle to take in air as he knelt on the floor in the wreckage he had created. Nikki’s place was unrecognizable, and he could feel his knees stinging from the sharp prick of the broken glass he was kneeling in- and where the fuck did that come from, anyway?

Tommy could finally see the scene around him, as his body had run out of tears. The tears had dried up, his body had no more to give, but the sobs remained, choking him in a vice like grip around his throat, and all Tommy could think was he wished that these sobs could actually choke him to death, so he could see Nikki and tell him that he loved him, and that he didn’t mean a goddamn word he said when they had all those stupid fucking fights.

As Tommy continued to survey the scene around him, he noticed a baggie poking out from underneath Nikki’s couch, and he knew instantly what that baggie contained.

Heroin was never his drug of choice, he preferred the euphoric burst of energy and unbridled emotions that cocaine gave him. Tommy loved feeling emotions, everything he felt, he felt in excess, it had always been that way, so the synthetic effects of cocaine on his emotions were always a good time to the drummer.

At first, Tommy could feel nothing but all encompassing anger surging through his veins the longer he looked at the corner of that baggie, because that evil shit took his Nikki away, but the more Tommy thought about it, the more he realized that Nikki took those drugs because they numbed him, and there was nothing on this Earth that Tommy wanted more than for this pain to go away.

It was as if his body was on autopilot, and he was now standing with the small bag clenched in his fist, relishing in the sting of his fingernails digging into his palm. He shuddered as his choking sobs dwindled down to hiccups. What was the point of life without Nikki anyways? How the fuck would he ever feel joy again after this night? Tommy just wanted for everything to just stop.

Tommy had only done this devil drug once before, the curiosity surrounding the drug turned into an impulse decision one late night a few months prior, in this very house, with the very man he was mourning.

Tommy was laying on Nikki’s bed, watching as the bassist started to nod off from the drugs injected only moments ago. Tommy frowned at the sight of the bloody needle now laying loosely in the man’s open fist, the object mesmerized the drummer. That tiny object brought his boyfriend so much pleasure, he was almost jealous.

“What does it feel like?” The younger man asked, not for the first time. He was always curious, the euphoric look on Nikki’s face after shooting up had always seemed to outdo any other drug that he subjected himself to, and Tommy just wanted to know what the hype was about.

“You wanna find out?” Nikki had murmured back, his response slightly delayed as his cloudy mind processed the other man’s words. Even in his hazy state, it took the bassist by surprise when Tommy stated that he did, in fact, want to shoot up.

Tommy didn’t remember much from that night aside from Nikki’s still hands calming his shaking arm, nerve’s wracking his lanky frame as the older man plunged the liquid poison into his veins.

He also remembered Nikki’s hands rubbing up and down his back, holding his hair back, and Nikki’s voice soothing him as he emptied his stomach into the toilet for what must have been the 5th time that night.

After that night Tommy had sworn to never use heroin again. He didn’t like the nausea or the feeling of being numb. He didn’t understand why Nikki would ever want to feel so empty all of the time, but right now, it seemed like Tommy’s only way out of this nightmare.

With shaking hands Tommy moved to the closet where he knew Nikkis kept his rigs and clean needles. With a pang in his chest he wondered if he should have fought harder to stop his boyfriend from destroying himself, if as angry as he had been with Nikki this whole time, if this was actually his fault all along. If he could have saved the bassist from himself after all, if he had just flushed his shit and forced him into rehab.

The thought of that was too painful to bear.

Having watched Nikki do this so many times Tommy felt almost proud of himself in a sick way for knowing exactly how to do this. Taking the now prepared syringe over to Nikki’s well worn in couch he sat on the floor with his back resting against the couch, and took a deep breath. A quick, borderline hysterical laugh escaped his lips as he realized he was really going to do this.

He was such a fucking hypocrite.

For the first time in his life, Tommy relished in the pain that came from prick of the needle instead of cringing away from it, because it was the first time since hearing the news that Tommy felt anything besides the pain of losing Nikki.

As he pushed the plunger down Tommy relished in the warm escape, taking note of the lack of nausea he felt this time.

‘Hey maybe Nikki was right, it does go away.’ Tommy’s hand fell away loosely and his head lolled forward as the drugs coursed through his veins, and he felt his overwhelming emotional pain ebb away into an undeniable bliss.

The last coherent thought that Tommy had before succumbing to the warm darkness around him was of piercing green eyes and long black hair.

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Nikki’s first thoughts upon waking up in the hospital were of Tommy. Of course they were, he loved that boy, and he had said horrible fucking things to him, he missed him, he needed him.

He felt alone for the first time since Tommy and he had made themselves official.

He didn’t focus on anything the doctors were saying, didn’t listen to their cries of protest as he ripped out his IV, feeling the blood dripping down to his wrist for the second time that day, to shove his way out of the hospital doors before anyone could keep him longer, preventing him from seeing the only thing that could really heal him at the moment. He wanted, no needed, to see Tommy to explain for himself what had happened, that it had been an accident, he never meant to leave him. He couldn’t imagine if the roles were reversed, and he was under the impression that the love of his life had died without him and with a needle in his arm.

The thought made him sick.

His first thought was to go straight to Tommy’s place, but when he arrived, his heart dropped when he saw that the other man’s car was nowhere to be found. Shaking his head in defeat, he used his key to enter anyway, disappointed but not surprised when he found the apartment empty and dark. Rushing into the kitchen, he picked up Tommy’s phone and dialed his own phone number, slamming the phone down in frustration when he hit his own voicemail.

Nikki took a deep breath and dialed Vince’s number, hoping that the singer might know the whereabouts of his missing boyfriend.

Tommy didn’t know it, but Nikki had asked Vince several times in rare moments of drunken vulnerability to always watch after Tommy if he couldn't, and he prayed that the singer had held up his promise that he would.

“Tommy! Jesus fuck, man, thank god you’re okay.” That was not what Nikki had hoped to hear, and the crack in Vince’s intensely relieved voice did nothing to sooth the burning pit in his stomach when he learned that no- Tommy wasn’t with Vince, and he seemed pretty fucking worried about the drummer.

“Listen, Tommy, it was a big fucking misunderstanding. Just stay there and I’m gonna come over there right now and we can go to the hospital-” Nikki couldn't listen to anymore of this, and cut the other man off before he could continue.

“Wait up, Vince, it’s me.” Shocked silence met Nikki’s ear in reply, and god dammit Vince, you choose now to shut up?

“It’s Nikki, Vin. I’m trying to find Tommy, where the fuck is he? Why wouldn’t he be okay?” The bassist could hear the desperation in his own voice as he spoke, and willed Vince to open his fucking mouth because one more minute of not knowing where his scared, hurting boyfriend was was probably going to kill him and-

“Nikki? Oh god, you fucking idiot, it’s so good to hear your voice. I don't know what to do, Nik, Tommy lost his shit on me when he heard you were dead, and has been missing ever since. I’ve never seen him like that, he kept talking all this nonsense about wanting to die too, he ran and he was too fucking fast that long legged motherfucker-” Nikki slammed the phone down back onto it’s base not even bothering to respond as sprinted out the front door and hailed the first taxi that came by, spewing out the address to his home in Van Nuys. He hoped that he would find Tommy at the place that held the majority of their memories.

He also hoped he didn’t fucking puke on the way there, because the thought of Tommy running away after finding out his boyfriend was dead and talking about wanting to join him made Nikki’s stomach lurch more than his own overdose ever could.

Upon arriving at his house, he knew that something was off when he noticed that his front door was unlocked. Now on high alert he walked slowly through the threshold and paused, shocked at the sight in front of him.

The house was absolutely trashed. Not in a ‘party that got too out of hand’ way though, no this was done with intent. Before he could dwell too much on the state of his place he noticed a figure on his couch and the image before him would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Nikki swore his heart stopped for the second time that day upon seeing his boyfriend slumped against the couch, needle sticking out of his arm with blood dried all the way down to his wrist, looking all but dead with his skin a shade paler than normal, and his dark hair falling in front of his face.

Nikki wanted to move, wanted to go shake shake shake Tommy until he woke up, until he saw those beautiful brown eyes that he never failed to get lost in, but his feet were glued to the floor.

This was his fucking fault.

He chose to blow the love of his fucking life off for fucking heroin, continued to do so for fucking months, got himself killed, and wouldn’t it be so fucking ironic if Nikki was given a second chance at life, only to find Tommy dead from a drug overdose?

It was like the universe knew that the only thing worse to Nikki than being dead, is not having Tommy, and it wasn’t hesitating to throw that terrifying piece of information right into Nikki’s face.

Begging his feet to move, his body finally listened to his brain as he stumbled towards Tommy, falling forward onto his hands and knees to crawl himself towards the drummer, fear still knotting up his gut.

His fingers itched to touch Tommy, to move the hair out of his face, feel his neck for a pulse, do something, ANYTHING. It took his mind a few seconds to convince his body to move, and Nikki sobbed in relief when his fingertips came into contact with a warm, very much alive cheek.

Suddenly feeling as if he had control of his body again, Nikki was pulling the needle out of his boyfriend's arm gently, as if moving too quickly could harm the drummer despite his unconscious state. Looking at the drummer's slack face had hot, fat tears running down the older man's face for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Pulling Tommy into his arms, feeling the familiar weight that he had held in his embrace for so many nights was almost too much for Nikki. His own trauma that he had endured that night, as well as looking at the pain that he had caused the love of his life made holding tears in impossible. He made no effort to hold back his sobs as he sniffled, and felt concern bubble up when Tommy let out no acknowledgment of his presence other than a soft grunt that could have easily been missed if the bassist hadn't been so hyper aware of everything involving his boyfriend at the moment.

Tommy hated smack, Nikki knew that. He didn't like the way smack made him feel and he didn't like that it took Nikki away from him, and the needle laying a few feet away where Nikki had tossed it and the blood staining Tommy's arm was a horrible reminder that he did this to Tommy.

Nikki knew he should move Tommy off of the filthy ground, get him out of this mess of debris and broken glass, but for the moment he was just going to hold him, and bury his face in his hair to dry the tears off of his cheeks. Inhaling with a small smile at the pleasant smell that wafted from the drummer’s hair, Nikki pushed his face a little deeper into it to try to get more, as if the smell could take away the absolute shitshow that was going on around him.

Tommy had just gotten a new shampoo recently, and Nikki remembered how much Tommy's eyes had lit up when Nikki commented on it, as if he couldn't believe that the bassist had noticed. Which was fair, considering he barely noticed anything other than when his smack supply was getting low these days.

So Nikki sat there, holding his boyfriend and praying- yes praying- that wherever Tommy was in his heroin induced haze he knew that he wasn't alone.

That Nikki was here, he didn't leave him all alone.

That despite Nikki's harsh words and distant attitude lately, he fucking loved him, and he was so, so sorry. As he sat there holding the younger boy, he finally had the chance to survey the destruction around them. He couldn’t picture his loving and kind Tommy possessing enough anger to cause this big of a mess. His eyes widened as he noticed that among the shattered whiskey bottles and- jesus, was that his record collection?- sat the collection of, now broken, awards that Motley had won over the years.

Could Tommy really love Nikki so much that the news of his ‘death’ could cause this much of a reaction?

Reaching down to cup the drummers lax face in his hand Nikki felt his tears return as he realized that his death would have an effect on his sweet boy. This had to end, because while Nikki could live with killing himself, at least this version of himself, he knew there was no part of him in this life or the afterlife that could live with killing Tommy.

As badly as Nikki’s fingers itched to go find whatever smack he had left in the house and shoot it to bury this overwhelming guilt at seeing his boyfriend passed out from a drug he despised in the middle of all this wreckage, instead Nikki was standing, picking up his lover’s lank form in his arms to make his way up the stairs to his bedroom.

Carrying Tommy proved to be harder than anticipated because despite the drummer’s naturally skinny form, Nikki’s own body had gotten dangerously thin these days due to his diet which consisted entirely of drugs.

Nevertheless, Nikki made it up the stairs on sheer willpower alone- he was NOT letting Tommy sleep in that fucking wreckage. Laying Tommy on top of the covers as gently as he could, supporting his boyfriend’s lulling head, Nikki wanted to cry at just how much Tommy looked like he was just sleeping.

So peaceful. But of course he was peaceful. Tommy was in a world where his boyfriend was alive, hadn’t overdosed on heroin, hadn’t selfishly chose drugs over someone he claimed to love every single fucking day.

Nikki lay down beside Tommy, gently rolling Tommy over so he could spoon him from behind, holding him tightly to his chest just like he did every night when he slept.

Nikki let his tears fall, hoping and praying that when Tommy woke up, he would recognize the familiarity of their position, and recognize the arms that held him like this.

Nikki pressed a kiss into Tommy’s hair on the back of his head, trying desperatly to keep his tired eyelids open as he listened to his boyfriend’s breathing, wondering how the fuck he was going to fix this, how he was going to remedy this situation when he didn’t even deserve Tommy in the first place.

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When Tommy’s eyes blearily opened hours later, the first thing that registered was- fuck his head hurt. The second thing that registered was the flood of overwhelming emotions and the sting of hot tears when he remembered the events of the previous night. The third thing that registered that he was in Nikki’s bed and someone was behind him, holding on for dear life- but wait- he knew those arms and it couldn't be true-

Turning over in the tight hold the older man had on him, Tommy felt lightheaded as his eyes met the shimmering green ones that he had been chasing in his split second decision to shoot up Nikki’s remaining stash.

Nikki looked horrible, he was covered in a sheen of sweat that Tommy very clearly recognized as the withdrawal sweats, and his eyes were bloodshot from what looked like a combination of exhaustion and tears.

“I’m dead”. Tommy croaked out, because that was the only reasonable explanation. This had to be heaven, but fuck, who let heaven give him such a bad fucking migraine? Or maybe it was hell, and they let him wake up in Nikki’s arms, only to drag him away later. Tommy didn’t think he could survive that though, even in hell.

An appropriate punishment though, for allowing his boyfriend to die thinking Tommy didn’t want him around anymore.

Tommy watched Nikki’s face contort with the most pained expression he had ever seen from the bassist, and his breath caught when Nikki shook his head.

“You’re not dead, baby boy, and neither am I.”

Tommy couldn't speak, so he settled for just staring into Nikki’s eyes. His beautiful green eyes, that were always Tommy’s favorite part of Nikki. They looked so real and so alive, but Tommy was afraid to believe.

“They brought me back baby, the EMT’s brought me back. I’m… I’m so fucking sorry.”

From there it was all fists clenched into T-shirt’s, tears soaking into hair, sobs getting lost into shoulders and hurried kisses pressed against heated skin.

“This won’t happen again baby.. You.. you mean so much more to me than anything, Tommy, anything, and I swear I’m getting off of this shit for you.”

“I didn’t mean it Nik, not a goddamn fucking word-“

“Stop baby, you don't have to explain, I know. It was all me, I was an asshole, I put the thing that was gonna fucking kill me above the thing trying to save me, and I’m so sorry, I swear to fucking god Tommy, never again.”

Tommy pulled his head out of its hiding spot in Nikki’s shoulder, and one look at the bassist’s teary, but determined face let Tommy know that yeah, Nikki meant it. He was so used to Nikki’s lying face by now, the face he gets when he just tells Tommy what he wants to hear, and this isn’t it.

So Tommy thumbed away his boyfriend’s tears, feeling his own slip down his face as he pressed a desperate, longing kiss to Nikki’s lips, smiling as he felt them tremble as they pushed back with just as much desperation.

And just like that, Tommy could breathe again.

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killer queen - chapter seven

Series summary : Y/n, a native to London England, gets asked by the legend himself, Freddie Mercury, to help manage the band. Obviously she accepts, and it ends up being the best decision she’s ever made. Quickly she becomes close with each member of band, Roger Taylor specifically…

Chapter Summary : Two months after Queen’s first tour, y/n’s relationship with Scott leads to some surprises. The band finally prepares for the production of their new album.

Word Count : 3.7k

Pairings : Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings : Swearing, cheating

a/n - I’M BACK BITCHESSSSS!! LOL sorry I was gone for so long but I REALLY appreciate all the support you guys are giving me on this series even tho I started it in January...luv u!!

chapter six | chapter eight

Queen’s first tour had come to an end. You knew that there would be more tours as each concert filled up more and more until they sold out. But a quarter of the money went to the recording company, another quarter went to the private jets, tour bus, and equipment, and another quarter went towards them fully buying the small recording studio, so they could only split the last quarter amongst themselves. Freddie and the boys insisted that you be included in the money split, they said that “They couldn’t have done it without you” although you disagreed with them, you gladly took the money. Since then, the boys decided to take a bit of a break, not from each other, just from making music. Although, they promised John Reid that they’d have a complete album done within the next 6 months. John Reid had also gotten the band a lawyer, Jim Beach, who was a very nice man and was always willing to help. Even though the band was not making music you all still hung out all the time. Roger had been keeping his distance from everyone, he mostly spent his time drunk, high, with hookers, or all three. You have been with Scott for about two months now, and still no action in the bedroom. He has been treating you like a princess, opening car doors, pulling out your chair, alwaysing saying “ladies first.” He was doing all this for you, because he really cares about you. Scott looked at you like you were his world, like without you he wouldn’t be able to survive. And that is the reason you haven’t broken up with him yet. Plus he makes you happy, he is funny, kind, and can always make you smile no matter how bad your day has been going. The moment Deaky told you that Roger has feelings for you you wanted to end things with Scott, you wanted to go to Roger and tell him you felt the same way, you wanted to kiss him, you would kiss him like you have wanted to since you first saw him. But you couldn’t do that to Scott, he was too nice, too chivalrous, too perfect. Despite all of this, being with him still didn’t feel right deep down. Since about a month ago Roger had began to go down a spiral that you and the boys were just constantly trying to get him out of. Roger always had at LEAST one girl with him, you hadn't seen him sober in four weeks, and he was always starting arguments with Freddie. It was driving everyone insane, and it made it much harder to get together as a group. You knew that you being with Scott was annoying Roger at first, but you just assumed since he had so many hookers around he was over it.

That morning you woke up beside your boyfriend and smiled before looking at the clock. “Oh crap! I’m supposed to meet Deaky and Brian for brunch today.” You said before throwing the covers off your body and scrambled to grab your jean jacket. Scott groaned and propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you grab your hair brush and brush your hair. “You’re cute.” He said, making you roll your eyes at him as you looked at him through your mirror. “Shut up.” You countered, a smile slowly growing on your face. You riffled through your drawers until you found the sweater you were looking for, and walked out of your bedroom and into the bathroom. It was weird for you, not being able to change in front of your boyfriend, but over the last two months you’ve gotten used to it. You had just come to the assumption that Scott hadn't done anything with a girl before, so he was waiting for the right time. Shaking these thoughts away, you changed into your bright red knit sweater and blue jeans before walking back into the bedroom to give Scott a quick peck on the lips. “Okay, I’ll be back soon but I know the three of us might be meeting Rog and Fred at the studio, they want to start their new album, so I could be late.” You told him and he nodded his head. “Don’t know how I’ll survive.” He said through a toothy grin. He always seemed to be in a happy mood, sometimes it was just plain obnoxious, but you just assumed he was an optimist. You shot him a grin back and then walked towards the front door, your fake grin instantly dropping once your back was turned. After you put on you shoes and walked out, you got in your car and drove to the small diner where you were meeting John and Brian. On your drive you began to think about Scott, you don’t think you’ve ever actually seen him in any mood other than insanely happy and upbeat. You realized that you barely even know him, he was just some stranger you met at a concert. By the time you got to the diner, you had made a decision that you had been thinking about for a month now.

Once you got there you parked your car and walked in, seating yourself at a booth. After a few minutes of you looking at the menu you heard the chime of the door opening and you glanced over your shoulder to see your two friends walking towards you. “Hello there.” You said as you watched Brian slide into the seat in front of you, while Deaky sat beside him. “Hey y/n!” Deaky said happily as the waitress handed them their menus. “Hey, I-” You interrupted yourself for a moment and then looked at the two boys. “Guys I need to confess something.” Brian and Deaky looked at each other and then back at you. “Alright then, what is it.” Brian said as he picked up the menu. “Is it about Rog..?” Deaky asked as he raised an eyebrow. You didn’t respond for a moment, until you let out a sigh. “Kind of..uh, I don’t-actually, no, it's about Scott.” You told them as you took a sip of your crappy coffee. “I think I’m going to break up with him.” You said, feeling a weight being lifted from your shoulders. “About time y/n.” Deaky said giving you a small smile as he finished reading the menu. “ None of us really liked him all that much anyways.” Brian laughed. “Yeah, he always seemed a bit too upbeat for my liking.” Deaky added just before the waitress came up to your table. The nice young girl took all three of your orders and then let you be. “So y/n, does this sudden decision have anything to do with a certain drummer I know?” Brian asked as he moved his tea bag around in the gray-blue mug. “No it does not, and this decision is not sudden I just haven’t told you two about it yet.” You quickly corrected Brian. “I’ve been debating this for a month now, I just don’t feel the connection I think that two people should feel when I’m with Scott. Don’t get me wrong, he is probably the nicest and funniest guy I’ve ever met, but it just, ugh! It doesn’t feel right with him. You know? It almost feels as if we’d be better off as friends.” Both boys nodded, even though they probably didn’t know what you meant by that, but they knew that it was best to let you go on. “When are you going to do it then?” Deaky asked you, you shrugged in response. “I should do it today, it’s just cruel to lead someone on for that long.” You added wrapping your cold hands around your mug. The waitress came back to your table with the three plates of food, it all smelling of the most delicious breakfast foods. There wasn’t much talking while the three of you ate, but it was never an awkward silence with those boys, they were like the older brothers you never had, and sometimes the older brothers you never wanted. But all in all, you would trust these boys with your life. At the end of your meal you put both your hands flat on the table and stood up. “I need to do it now, if I’m going to break up with Scott, it has to be now or else I will chicken out.” You said as you looked down at the two of them. “You’re good with paying for the meal, right?” You said with a sly smirk as you grab your car keys out of your pocket. Both their mouths opened and you laughed. “ Hey! I’m kidding! Here’s £6, I’ll see you guys later!” You said, waving to them as you left the diner and briskly walked towards your car.

Once you finally got back to your flat, after a drive that felt like seconds, you tossed your jacket onto the couch and dropped the keys onto the counter. “Scott?!” You called looking around the flat. “In the kitchen y/n.” He responded. You walked into the kitchen and looked at him, he was making himself a cup of tea as he smiled over to you. “That was a quick brunch.” He said with a small chuckle. You didn’t want to do this to him, he did nothing wrong, all he did was be kind to you, but he just wasn’t the right person you felt like you should be with. You decided to simply rip off the bandaid. “Scott I think we should break up.” You said quickly, the chipper smile quickly fading from his face. “It’s not you Scott, it’s fully me, I just-” Scott interrupted you. “You’re in love with Roger.” He said quickly which made you furrow your eyebrows and quickly deny it. “What?! No!” You said causing Scott to run his hands over his face in frustration. “Then you found out.” He said, you had absolutely no clue what he was talking about but you nodded, deciding to see what he meant by that. “Yeah, I-I did find out.” You said as you slowly walked towards him. He dumped his tea down the sink and ran one hand through his hair. “Look y/n, I didn’t tell you about her because I didn’t want to hurt yo-“ Your eyes widened and you could feel your body fill with rage. “Hold on a moment, you’re cheating on me?!” You yelled in disbelief. “You said you found out?!” He yelled, obviously confused. “I was lying to make breaking up with you easier on me!” You pinched the brim of your nose as you began to think, the rage simmering down quickly. “Wait hold on...is this why you wouldn’t sleep with me? You were fucking someone else?” You asked, everything finally falling into place like puzzle pieces. He looked at you in the eyes for a moment, and then slowly began to nod. You let out a frustrated sigh. “Honestly y/n, I thought that you just didn’t want to...you know...because you were a virgin.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. You were shocked, which was evident in your dropped jaw. “For the record I am nowhere near a virgin. But...I thought you were a virgin?” You said all of your frustration and rage completely leaving your body. You both let out a chuckle. “Well I mean, I guess this does make breaking up with you easier.” You admitted giving Scott a small smile. He sighed. “Yeah I guess it does.” He agreed and opened his arms for a hug, which you gladly walked into and gave him a friendly hug back. “Hey, because we didn’t sleep with each other this means that it’ll be easier to stay friends.” Scott said once you guys pulled away. You laughed and nodded. “I would love that Scott.” There was a bit of an awkward silence for a moment before you broke it. “Well, I have to run to the studio help the band make more songs, and when I get back later...I hope you’ll be moved out.” you said which made Scott laugh. “Don’t worry, I will be.”

Soon you arrived at the studio, assuming no one would be there yet, but Freddie and Roger were setting up the equipment. “Oh! Hey boys, what's up?” You asked them as you set your jacket and purse on the sofa. “We’ve decided it’s time to start working on our next album.” Freddie said, sounding excited. You nodded and clapped your hands together. ‘Well I have some news...Scott and I broke up.” You gave both of them a reassuring smile as they both walked over to you in surprise. “What happened y/l/n?” Roger asked, a half empty beer in hand. “Scott was cheating on me.” You said quickly, almost dismissing it. “I’m gonna kill him.” He said running his hand through his hair. “Rog…” You said and he just shook his head and looked at you. “I told him we should end things, and then he accidentally told me he cheated on me. It actually was mutual, I think we’re gonna stay friends.” You explained, which did not seem to help Roger’s anger at all. “No one treats you like that y/n! You deserve better!” He yelled and Freddie looked at him. “Roger calm down, killing him will just get our drummer put into jail.” Freddie said, you nodded in agreement. “Rog, your giving a more dramatic reaction than I did, trust me it doesn’t even matter. Honestly I don’t even know if I ever really liked him in that way.” You said as you looked up at Roger, who was staring at you, almost as, if he were to look away, you’d leave. “Alright, your cool now, right? Good. Let's finish setting up before Deaky and Bri get here.” You said, not even giving Roger the time to answer your question. You knew that Roger was dramatic at times, well most of the time, but it was odd how he acted when you told him about what Scott did. “I hope you guys don’t mind but I’ve invited Paul to come and help us with the first day of making our new album.” Freddie said as he sat down on the sofa. You and Roger looked at each other and then back at him. Before Roger could pipe in, you smiled at Fred and said, “Yeah Fred, that’d be great.” You said before shooting Roger a side glare. He rolled his eyes and went to go grab his drumsticks from the control room. You knew that none of the guys liked Paul, well matter of fact neither did you, but Freddie did like him, so you don’t care as much as the boys did. Finally after you were done setting up, Brian and Deaky arrived at the studio, the first thing they did was ask you what happened with Scott. “So y/n, how did it go?” Brian asked, tossing his jacket onto the couch where Freddie sat scribbling things into his notebook.“What? How did they know beforehand?” Roger asked, most likely out of jealousy. You shrugged and walked over to Brian. “I had brunch with them earlier, so I told them. You jealous Taylor?” You asked looking at him over your shoulder with a smirk. He rolled his eyes and walked over to the drum kit. “Yeah Bri, it went really good actually, he ended up cheating on me and the-” “Woah hold on, he cheated on you?” Deaky interrupted you and you nodded. “Well yeah, but I don’t care that much, to be fair I don’t even know if I liked him as much as I led him to think. So it was mutual, but we’re gonna stay friends I hope.” You said with a bit of a smile. Just then the phone began to ring and you did a little jog to get it. “Hello, y/n y/l/n speaking.” You said into the phone while everyone else began talking about their upcoming album. It was John Reid on the phone, whom none of you have heard anything from since the end of the tour. You chatted for a bit before he finally told you what was going on. “No way! That’s awesome, I can have the boys ready by five. Thank you so much Mr. Reid.” You said excitedly before hanging up. You ran over to where the boys were with a huge grin on your face. “That was John Reid on the phone…” You began. All of their heads turned towards you, focusing their attention on you as you spoke. “Bloody hell we haven’t heard from him in ages.” Roger exclaimed. “What did he have to say y/n?” Freddie asked. “Well, Reid has a meeting set up with EMI records, they want to talk more about our album, and are willing to give us funding for it!” You exclaimed, you all knew that the band would run out of money soon enough, so this was a huge deal. “Holy shit! That’s awesome!” Freddie said. “You all need to look your best, look professional, so I need you all to be at EMI at 5 sharp, even five minutes early would be amazing.” You explained. “So I’m sending you all home to get ready.” You stood up and smiled at them. “Come on! Let's go, you all only have 3 hours to get ready. Roger you need to sober up, and Freddie you need to figure out what is going on with Paul.” You told him as you all began to get ready to leave. “All right, all right, relax!” Roger said as he went to go down the rest of his beer, but you quickly placed your hand over the bottom end of the bottle so it couldn't be tilted any further up. “Not on my watch… give it to me.” You said, making Roger glare at you. “No, what the fuck? You’re not my mother.” He said, jerking his arm away from you. You looked him dead in the eyes. “I know that Taylor, I’m your fucking assistant, so give me the beer so you don’t fuck up this oppertunity for the rest of us by showing up to the meeting drunk.” You brutally explained to him, causing everyone to go into an awkward silence.

“All right well I’m gonna head out.” Brian said, breaking the awkward silence, the other two following behind him. You crossed your arms and sighed as Roger put the half full beer bottle down on the small table. “Look Rog, I don’t know what has been going on with you since the end of the tour, but it needs to end soon. I’ve been trying to help-” Roger interrupted with a scoff. “Are you joking? This is all your fault, y/n.” He grabbed his beer bottle from the table and turned his back to you. You scoffed right back at him. “How the hell is your downward spiral my fault?” You said angrily. Roger turned back around to face you, and if looks could kill his would, his eyes felt like daggers staring into yours. “Do you have no memory of the tour y/n? Do you not remember the early morning coffees, the afternoon naps we took together? Or maybe you’ve forgotten about what almost happened backstage at our concert in Miami?” You stood there as these memories flooded back to you. It’s almost as if you blocked them out when you began to think that nothing would happen with Roger. You remembered how he would bring you a coffee every morning, even if he didn’t get one himself. You remembered how before the concert started and after you had finished setting up, you and him would lay in the dressing room and just fall asleep. You remembered the way he looked at you when it got later into the night, how your heart skipped a beat every time you caught him looking at you while he was performing. You never thought anything of these actions because...well because it was Roger Taylor! Roger was usually drunk and had hookers and was always out into the early mornings. You felt you heart drop as you remembered laying in your bed after meeting Scott and dreaming of what would have happened if Roger had feelings for you. “I have never gotten that close to someone in that way, ever, and when I finally worked up the courage-” “Rog you never need courage, your the most outgoing man I know.” You countered. “With you it’s different, it’s always different.” He told you slowly shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter now, I’ve gone through so many girls since then I don’t even remember what that feeling was like.” You knew he was lying, it was so easy to tell with him, but you didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry Rog…” You apologized sincerely. He nodded. “It’s also my fault for thinking I had a chance with you anyways, your killer y/n, Scott was a lucky guy.” He said before giving you a sad smile and walking out the door. You stood in your place for a moment, shocked as you realized that Roger had completely fallen for you, at the exact same time you had fallen for him. But you were stupid enough to completely ignore the signs that Roger was giving you. You have never felt this stupid on your life. You shook yourself out of this thought train and chased him outside. He was about to get into his car, with one hand on the open drivers door. “Roger!” You shouted causing him to turn around to face you, his one hand resting on his car. “You’ll always have a chance with me.” You told him, completely serious.

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Preference #13 — Overprotective (Requested)

Vince: “Stop.” You hadn’t realized how truly fixated you were until Tommy chastised you, forcing you out of your dazed stupor. “You know he loves you and only you,” Tommy reassured you as you sucked in a sharp inhale, diverting your attention from the trainwreck that occurred before your eyes. You were currently attending an after party for one of their concerts. Usually you were fine with after parties; frankly, you enjoyed them. Vince worked hard; they all did. And they deserved to celebrate; to let loose after the countless hours they spent rehearsing and being in the studio. What you didn’t like, however, was how frequently women threw themselves at the band. More specifically, Vince. And that’s what you were trying to avoid watching right now. You hated every single thing about the girl who fawned over him, ogling at his every move. With one misplaced hand, you were going to be ready to come unglued. Vince was yours, and ONLY yours. There were always going to fans, and you understood that, but you needed them to understand boundaries. “I know, I know. But aren’t you seeing what I’m seeing? Look at how she’s staring at him! She’s practically undressing him with her eyes and-“ When the girl reached up to brush a piece of hair behind his ear and kiss him on the cheek, you stood from the bar seat, seething in complete and total disbelief. “Hey, hey, hey don’t do anything crazy,” Tommy tried, grabbing your wrist to desperately to prevent you from walking over there. “I’ll give you five seconds to let go of me before I bash YOUR face in, drummer.” You spit, snatching your wrist away as you bee lined to your boyfriend. From the moment her hands had touched him, you had completely faded out of reality. Maybe it was from the alcohol, maybe it was from finally enduring enough of the flirting, but you had had enough. “Are you fucking kidding me, man?” Enraged, you pushed her shoulder smirking internally, when she nearly clobbered to the floor. “Excuse me?” She asked in disbelief, pulling the strap of her shirt back on her shoulder as she pulled down her leather skirt. “If you’re such a fan of the band, you should know that Vince is taken and that he’s my fucking boyfriend,” By the time the words left your mouth, Vince was already behind you snaking his hands around your waist, as he pulled you back. “And if you EVER touch him again, mark my words, bitch, the only thing you’ll be touching is the floor when I knock your ass out.” As much as he wanted to remain serious, Vince couldn’t help but to laugh as he suddenly lifted you up swinging you around so that your attention was diverted from the poor tramp in front of you. “You got her, babe, you got her.” Vince smiled, kissing your ear as he carried you away from the scene. Even as you flailed and demanded for him to put you down, Vince held his ground until finally you were on the other side of the room, far away from the girl who had caused the original turmoil. “Who knew my Y/N had such a temper,” Vince smiled as he sat you down, ordering you a water in attempts to calm you down. “Yeah? Well, I didn’t like the way she was flirting with you,” You mumbled, avoiding eye contact when Vince met your troubled gaze. “Did you really think that something was going to happen? Don’t you know how much I love you by now? That nobody could ever get in the way of that?” Upon his questions, a smile twitched at your lips, the anger suddenly dissipating. “Sometimes I just need a reminder,” You said sheepishly as Vince pressed his forehead against yours, giving you an eskimo kiss. “I’ll remind you as many times as you need.”

Mick: For the past fifteen minutes, you had been listening to the girls behind you fawn over the rest of the band. Nikki was tall, muscular. His bad boy persona made him irresistible to everyone who laid eyes on him. Tommy was lanky, but gigantuous. His young age made him charismatic, his boyish charm alluring everyone who laid eyes on him. Vince was sex appeal at its’ finest; long blonde locks, bright eyes. He was everything a girl could want in a guy, and he knew just what to do to make them squirm. Then, there was Mick, who apparently wasn’t up to par with the rest of the band. He was quiet, weird. He didn’t engage with the fans the way the others did, and he was far too reserved to be the lead guitarist. Furthermore, the star quality just wasn’t there with him nor were the looks. At least, that’s what you overheard. Maybe they didn’t know you, maybe they weren’t aware that Mick was sitting in front of them, with his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You could tell by the way he was staring straightforward that he didn’t care; that all that mattered was the fact that he had you and you loved him just as much. But that wasn’t enough for you, no. You detested the fact that they were saying those cruel words about him; someone who you felt was the most handsome, most talented person in the world. How could someone not feel the same about him? How could they not see how talented, how beautiful he truly was? It was preposterous, completely and utterly absurd. “How did he even make it into the band? Nikki must have been really high on drugs, or maybe he just felt bad for him because he is a cripple.” They laughed in unison, and at that point you had shot a warning glare at Mick, your hand curling tightly around your drink. “Babe, it’s fine. I’m use to it,” Mick sighed, kissing the side of your head as you exhaled in rage. “No, it most certainly is not fine, Mick.” You argued, seething the longer the two girls spoke about him. You were never the type of person to lose your cool, it truly took a lot to bring you to the brink of a meltdown, but somehow those girls were bringing you there. And when you got mad, it was nearly impossible to get you to slow down. Furthermore, you weren’t afraid of a brawl, especially if it meant bringing justice. “I don’t understand why he even stays in the band if he’s so miserable and in pain, I mean seriously. There are way better guitarists out there,” Upon the sneer, you were suddenly turning around in your chair, throwing your drink in the girls face as you stood from your seat. You didn’t utter a single word as you suddenly decked the girl in the face, knocking her out cold as she fell to the ground. “What the fuck?!” Her friend exclaimed, reaching for your hair as she lurched forward. You had been prepared, for the moment her hands reached out for you, you stepped to the side causing her to tumble forward. Your hands suddenly laced tightly into her hair as you pulled her head back, slamming it into the bar repeatedly until her face bloodied. The only thing that stopped you was Mick, as he suddenly yanked you back staring at you incredulously as he guided you out of the bar. “I didn’t fucking like how they were talking about you, not one bit, Mick.” You breathed once you made it outside, doubling over as you took deep breaths through your nose and out your mouth. “Hey, hey.” Mick whispered, his hand rubbing circles into your back as you caught your breath. “I didn’t know you had it in you,” He laughed as your face met his, slightly embarrassed from what had just happened. “I don’t think I’ve ever found you more hot,” Laughing softly, you smiled as Mick pulled you into a rough, yet passionate kiss. You knew exactly where the night was going to go.

Nikki: You were absolutely exhausted. Even though the concert had ended hours ago, the after party was still thriving and very much alive. And so was Nikki who always seemed to be the life of the party, no matter what the situation was. Furthermore, everything could be falling down and burning around him and he would still be able to have a good time and party. That is, until you pissed him off. And right now, he was creeping into serious territory of getting to that point. Where Nikki was all fun and games majority of the time, his temper had always been short and exceedingly explosive at times. One person would utter something even slightly insulting and he would be bashing their face in quicker than you would even be able to comprehend what was happening. It had gotten better since the commencement of the relationship, but you still couldn’t deny that Nikki was a hot head. And right now was no different; except for the fact that you, yourself, were starting to get a little irritated by the situation as well. “Look like a girl, sing like a girl, play like a girl are you sure you’re not a lesbian?” You swore there was nothing more ignorant than a drunk man at a bar in the wee hours of the morning, not to mention he was alone as well. It was undeniable that he was lonely and jealous, but it still didn’t compensate for his outrageous behavior. Furthermore, the man had been taunting Nikki for over fifteen minutes and where Nikki had done an excellent job at trying to distract himself and keep from exploding on the guy, he was starting to get super irritated. “Just ignore it,” You muttered, rubbing his arm in a way to calm his nerves. Upon your touch, Nikki relaxed as he glanced down at you feigning a smile. You knew he was only seconds away from giving the guy a piece of his mind, but he was hiding it well. “Y’know, I can’t even accuse you of being a girl because girls play better than your sad excuse of a band. You’re just a lousy nobody who is a washed up drug addict,” Nikki started to stand up and walk towards the man, but you placed your hand on his chest, your face pleading for him to stop. He took in a deep breath as he gave the man a warning look, huffing a short, heavy breath. “Sir, could you please fuck off?” You finally snapped to Nikki’s surprise as you turned on your heels to face the clearly belligerent man. “Pardon me, little lady?” He slurred as you inched towards him, crossing your arms. You were too tired, and too annoyed to be dealing with this bullshit. You had decided you were going to put an end to this madness in a more civil way; that’s what you had thought, at least. “I asked you to please fuck off. You’re clearly talking shit to get attention and it isn’t going to work. Take your alcoholism somewhere else and leave us alone, please and thank you.” You sat back down next to Nikki as you took a deep breath, taking a sip of your bourbon. “I’ll take my alcoholism somewhere else if he takes his heroine somewhere else,” So fast, you weren’t even sure what came over you, you were suddenly flying across the counter, your fist connecting directly to his cheek. He recovered quickly, however, throwing a drink in your face as you growled in irritation. That’s when you grabbed a beer bottle from behind the counter, smashing it over his head as you let out an enraged shriek. You were so absorbed in the fight that you nearly swung at Nikki when his arms scooped you up against his chest and he began to carry you out of the club like a bride. “I think it’s time to go back to the hotel, my little hero.” Nikki laughed as you scowled, the alcohol burning your face as it trickled down your cheeks. “When did my little Y/N get so fearless?” He inquired as you relaxed into his embrace, cuddling against his chest as your eyes grew heavy. “When that fucker insulted my boyfriend.” Nikki laughed at your words as he leaned down to kiss the crown of your head tenderly. “My hero.”

Tommy: Tommy was notorious for his bad choices. Be it in his drug usage, his excess in alcohol, or in this particular case, his choice of women. Tommy had always had a habit of making the wrong choice; choosing to be reckless instead of rational. And right now, as his ex crashed through his house party, smashing everything in sight as she cursed him with every cuss word imaginable, you couldn’t help but to wonder what in the actual fuck he was thinking before he had gotten with you. Furthermore, what mind set could he have possibly been in to wind up with someone who would be so cruel to him and so incredibly crazy? You certainly weren’t perfect, but you would never be able to charge into your ex boyfriends house months after you had been broken up and break their belongings in front of a group of people. This was next level crazy and you were gobsmacked by the situation. “Get the fuck out of here,” Tommy shouted as he attempted to grab her arm, ducking as she swung her fist wildly at him. “Don’t you lay your filthy hands on me, I know where your hands have been, they’ve been all over the slut that you cheated on me with,” Throwing you a hateful look, you cowered into the corner hoping the farther you got away from her, the more invisible you would become to the entire scene. “I never cheated on you and don’t you EVER call her that again.” Tommy growled, backing up as she picked up a vase, throwing it over her shoulder as she threatened to let go. Your heart was pounding as you watched the scene unfold, fear trickling over you as you saw her endeavors to hurt him. It took a lot for you to be combative, truthfully you were more on the laidback side of things. But Tommy was your forever love, and you had never felt so attached to someone in your life. To see him get hurt, would hurt you just as much if not more. You needed to act now to defend him; you needed to put a stop to this madness before she hurt him in a permanent manner. So, creeping from the corner, you picked up a large picture frame that held a photo of the band at one of their concerts and began to make your way to the enraged ex. When Tommy saw you, he began to shake his head and mouth the word ‘no’ as you got closer. You could see the color draining from his face as you got closer to her and could tell that he was underestimating you greatly. Just because you were kind and laidback didn’t mean for a second that you couldn’t fight. And boy, could you fight. Smirking slightly at Tommy, you raised the picture frame over your head and crashed it over her head, kicking that back of her knees causing her to flop to the floor. Once she was on the floor, you kneeled over her, yanking her hair back so that you could whisper the following words in her ear: “I think it’s best you leave now. Oh, and if you ever call me a slut again, I will end you.” Pushing up from the ground, you brushed yourself off and met dozens of astonished faces around the room. “Proceed to the party,” were your only words as you stepped over the girl and approached Tommy with a raised brow. “Anyways,” You muttered as Tommy brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, shaking his head incredulously. “That may have been the hottest thing I have ever seen,” He laughed as you shrugged taking his hand in yours as you stared back up at him. “As if it is even possible, I think I love you more now than I did five minutes ago.” He laughed leaning down to kiss you as his palms pressed to the apples of your cheeks, kissing you with all the passion and love he could muster.

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Word Count: +/- 4600

Summary: Roger and reader have together for three years but they don’t seem to contemplate the future in the same way.

Warnings: Angst and tiny bit of fluff. Loads of cursing... sorry !

A/N: Imagined it as Ben!Roger (but with the right kind late 70s haircut please) but it can also be read as Roger x Reader. Tell me what you think loves !

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It was a lovely day of June in England’s capital and a perfect one for a lovely meal between friends. Soon Queen will be on the road again to promote their new album Jazz but they wanted to spend some time together with their families. Sometimes they were colleagues, often friends but most importantly they were always family. Roger Taylor the drummer had a beer in his hand as he was chatting with Freddie in the garden of his London’s home. His girlfriend of three years, Y/N was playing with Robert Deacon, John’s first child.

The little boy was very tired after all the laughter and play and ran into his mother’s arms to rest for a bit, quickly falling asleep. This melted Y/N’s heart, she could not believe how grown up he was. She remembered when he was just a tiny baby and now he had a little brother. It seemed so crazy, how fast things were going. When she had met the group none of them was married, Freddie was engaged to Mary and no kids were around. She smiled and went to sit on her boyfriend’s lap who placed a little kiss on her bare arm.

Y/N loved this kind of reunions. She missed Roger a lot when he was on tour but these kind of moments reminded her of how much she had. The most amazing partner of course but a lot more, a family. She was so thankful of how fast they had adopted her, making her feel part of their team. John and Veronica’s wedding had been one of her first “appearance” with Roger as his official girlfriend. She was so afraid not to belong there because at the time she was so afraid Roger would dump her overnight although she was already madly in love with him. But he hadn’t and she would never forget what Brian had told her that day “you must be very special to him because this is a big event and he would not have brought you here if he wasn’t serious”.

“Y/N my dear, you have your head in the clouds. What are you thinking about?” Freddie asked

“I was just thinking about how happy I am to have you all”

“Isn’t that sweet” Freddie said

“Roger surely is a lucky man” Brian added

Roger put his arms around Y/N’s waist while she bent back to kiss him. It was clear to everybody who was around them that they were soulmates, always bringing the best out of each other, radiating love and extremely passionate. The ups were very high and the down sometimes very cruel but it oddly worked.

“Y/N I think you killed Robbie, he’s sleeping like a dog on your couch” Veronica said, joining them

“Just enjoy the calm and take a seat” John added “It’s not like we have many peaceful moments these days”

“Cannot wait to know what it’s like” Brian said ironically

“As if it was going to be your problem” puffed Christine

Her hand was on her enormous belly, ready to give birth in two months. She wasn’t totally wrong. Soon the Queen family would have a new member but Brian would go back on the roads and miss much of the craziness. But they all knew what they signed up for when they started dating. Long distance relationship half of the year and then a few months sharing their partners with the recording studios. It was part of the deal and it was alright, most of the time. One of the reasons Y/N loved Roger so much was because of his passion for music, his determination. She would never think about him doing anything else.

“So” John started looking at Roger and Y/N “when are two joining the parents club”

“I already have a child you know” Y/N joked pointing at the drummer “Imagine a second Roger, that would be hell” Y/N laughed

“True” Brian agreed “You can have full custody whenever you want Y/N”

“Very funny May” said Roger “Seriously I don’t know why I should make the same stupid mistake that you all did. I want to keep my freedom, thank you very much”

Everybody laughed but after that sentence something happened to Y/N. She felt something weird in her lower stomach, like when something makes you very anxious and you can physically feel it. It was just to be funny, she knew it but still… She started to worry. What did he mean about keeping his freedom? They had been together for three years and even if they were still young she could clearly see the rest of her life of Roger’s side, and that included kids. It almost sounded as if he was not ready to commit but weren’t they already a more than serious couple?

Y/N tried to forget about it and went back to the discussion, her fingers playing with Roger’s hair. It had taken time to get used to their new length but she loved it. He was still the same but different a the same time. And it was almost frustrating to see how beautiful he was no matter what.

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The afternoon had now come to an end and Roger and Y/N were both alone in their house. They had moved in together when the drummer had received his first real checks from his musical career and they were now sharing a nice house in London. Y/N was alone in it very often but it was their happy place. She was washing the dishes and Roger was wiping it, in silence, there had been so much noise all day.

“Today was great” Y/N said

“Yes it was. Thanks for that pie again. It was delicious” Roger replied, pecking her neck

She shivered at the touch and looked at him, smiling next to her. Y/N had tried to forget about it but she just could not. She wanted to talk about it but she was anxious, afraid of what Roger would say. She was fearful of sounding stupid, of him realizing she wasn’t as amazing as he said.

“Roger…” she started

“Yes doll?”

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“You’re going to need to be more precise than that because I said a lot of things today”

She handed him the last plate and turned around, placing her back against the counter and looked at him. He frowned, trying to remember what stupid thing he might have said that would have upset her, it wouldn’t have been the first time. But he really didn’t want to fight tonight.

“When you said you didn’t want to have kids”

“Did I?” he asked, his jaw now tensed

“It was implied I guess but yeah…”

Roger put the dried plate on the other ones and moved to face Y/N, looking right at her. He was tired and he just wanted to cuddle with her. He was almost upset she would bring such a deep conversation right now.

“I don’t know. I just don’t see why I should think about it right now”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Y/N asked

“It means I’m not even 29 and I can’t see myself changing nappies okay?”

His tone was sharp and the atmosphere had totally changed in the kitchen. His word had hurt Y/N. He didn’t see why he should think about it? Maybe because she was right here. It made her feel as if she wasn’t part of his plans, as if he had never thought about a future for the two of them and that scared her. It had taken her months, a year to get rid of most of her insecurities but they were still here, deep down. She was always so afraid to lose him because he meant so much to her, but was it mutual?

She just left the kitchen, as if the conversation was over. Roger rolled his eyes, he knew that attitude and followed her. She would not calm down until she’d said what was really on her mind and he didn’t want it to take forever. She had a real talent for making things more complicated than they really were. Always keeping things for herself instead of telling him right away. She was going upstairs, probably to their room.

“What is it about this time Y/N?” he asked

She looked at him from the top of the stairs looking more afraid than angry though.

“Nothing. I just didn’t realise you were so attached to your freedom”

“As a matter of fact I am. I want to be able to come home to my beautiful girlfriend and enjoy the time I have with her for a bit you know”

She sighed and disappeared behind the bedroom door. Y/N loved to be Roger’s girlfriend, but this time it sounded wrong. Would she ever be more than that? His last sentence made her feel like she was just somebody he was happy to know would be here waiting for him when he would be back from tour. She started to undress and heard him coming inside the room. She knew this would end badly but she had to know.

“For fuck’s sake could we have a normal discussion Y/N? Or do we have to do a full tour of the house before you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m tired. I’m getting ready to go to bed”

“It’s not late”

“If I understand correctly the nice girlfriend waiting for you home is not allowed to be tired when her rockstar is home? My freedom is as important as yours Roger!”

Roger’s hands were on his head. What on earth was going on? How could she wrongly read into everything he said. This was not the night he had imagined for the two of them. All he had said was that he didn’t see himself having kids right now because he wanted to spent the free time he had with her but it was not what Y/N had interpreted, quite the opposite.

“Why could you not be happy that I just want to make love to you and spend time with you. I love the baby making process but once it’s there the rest is kind of ruined you know” he tried to joke

“Roger if you just want someone to fuck and spend time with, then just bring back one of the girls you shag when you’re on tour”

He stopped breathing for a few seconds. She had never said it out loud. But she knew, she had always known of course. And that was probably not helping her tonight. She had suspected it first, but Paul Prenter had confirmed it by little insinuations, always making sure to be the most horrible person he could. And somehow she didn’t care. Because he fucked those girls and he made love to her. Because when he was home she was the only one that mattered. Because he always called, everyday on tour. But now, tonight, she felt more insecure than she had ever had. If he didn’t want kids with her then how did she mattered more than the other girls.

“Y/N I…”

“Save your breath. I don’t give a shit.” she started before facing him “You know what? In fact I do. I don’t care about what you’re doing on tour. But I do give a shit about us. But apparently you don’t and that’s what pisses me off okay?”

“Of course I care about us!”

“Then why didn’t you ask if fucking wanted kids!?”

He had answered her question but hadn’t returned it. He didn’t even care about what she wanted or how she felt. If the only thing that mattered was him then she had been wrong on Roger and wasn’t sure she wanted to stay with someone like that. She would always value his independence but she also wanted someone who believe in building something hand in hand, with mutual respect and care for the other.

“Is this what it’s about? You want a fucking kid?”

He sounded so angry when he said it that Y/N started crying. He wasn’t angry at her, not completely at least. He was angry at himself. Because he felt so stupid for thinking she didn’t know about him cheating and because he didn’t want a kid, not right now. All he wanted was to be happy with her and he screwed up everytime. He loved, probably more than he loved himself. But he always found a way to make things turn bad.

“It’s about you seeing me as the happy fucking girlfriend waiting for her stupid boyfriend at home as if it was the only thing she wanted. But do you have any idea about how hard it is for me huh? How alone I am in this big house all the time?”

“Well at least be grateful you’re waiting in a fucking a big house that your stupid boyfriend paid for alright?

“Oh for fuck’s sake Roger piss off!” she screamed, and ran out of the room and down the stairs.

Roger looked over the handrail and saw her putting a coat over her nightdress.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“Somewhere I am not reminded that I’m only a guest”

“But aren’t you happy with your life standard?” he said going down the stairs

“I’m at the peak of my career Y/N. And I’m sorry I’m not around but I’m not going to stop.”

Her hand was on the door knob and she looked at him, furious. How could he say that? He knew she was aware of what his job was and she was proud of him.

“I would never ask you such a thing a you know it” she spitted, disappointed that he could thing she would

She opened the door and went out in the street, Roger following her.

“Do you know what it is like for them when they’re on tour and their wives are at home? When John missed Robert’s first steps, the first time he said a word and how he won’t be here for his first day of school? How Brian might miss the birth of his own fucking child? It’s not what I want”

“And what about what I want? What do you want from me Roger?” Y/N implored

He was sincere. Touring life was fun but it was crazy. His bandmates were missing home most of the time and everybody felt lonely. It was missing Y/N that made him do stupid things, that was the fear of not finding her at home when he would come back, it was the feeling of missing her, of emptiness. How would it feel it there was a kid at home? He would feel even worse, a bad father and he already felt like the worst boyfriend in the world, especially at that moment. But he was unable to say all those things, he had never been.

“I don’t know… I”

“Well think about it and tell me when you do. Because I don’t want to go be in a relationship where I’m just… I suppose I don’t know what I am to you anymore”

“Y/N stop being fucking overdramatic and come back inside”

She did not reply anything and just waved at a taxi. She wasn’t sure about what she was doing but she could just not stay there and see her hopes being crushed this way. She got in and he did not do anything to stop her, knowing it would have been useless. Roger just watched the taxi going away before going back inside.

Y/N couldn’t stop crying and the taxi driver was kind enough to make sure she hadn’t been hurt. But no, not really. She was devastated but it was her own fault, she had stopped being careful and now she was paying the price. She had allowed herself to believe Roger Taylor would want to be with her forever and now she felt so stupid.

The taxi stopped in front of Garden Lodge when she realised she didn’t have any money. But before she could say anything a silhouette was next to the window and handed money to the driver. Y/N got out of the car and immediately recognised Paul with his awful smirk on his face. She didn’t say anything and rushed inside the house. Freddie knew, Roger must have called if Paul was ready to pay for the taxi.

He opened his arms as soon as he saw her and she hugged him as tightly as she could. She felt bad for coming here. She didn’t want to bother Freddie because more than anything she knew he was Roger’s best friend before she was. But it was the first place she could have think of. She felt safe here and she knew Freddie would always welcome her.

“That’s alright dear” he said, patting her head

“Roger screwed up big time I see” Paul said, coming back inside

“Fuck off” Y/N grunted between two sobs

“Paul why don’t you call Roger and tell him Y/N has arrived and that I’ll take care of her for tonight?”

Freddie knew what both Roger and Y/N thought about Paul but didn’t really listen. Although she appreciated how he had reacted to his little remark. He took her to a guest bedroom and lay down with her on the bed, one of his cat coming to help comfort her. She cried a bit more in Freddie’s arms, letting it all go.

“So… What has my stupid drummer done this time?”

“He doesn’t love me Freddie… not really”

“What’s this nonsense about? He’s mad about you.”

“But… He doesn’t see anything more in me than just… a girlfriend and… I think I wanted more than that…”

“Y/N I’m going to start thinking you’re as stupid as him”

Y/N looked at her friend, confused. He wasn’t the type of man who would beat about the bush but she was quite surprised.

“I’m going to tell you a little bedtime story alright?”

She nodded, not knowing where he was going but curious. He frowned until she got under the cover and then smiled which made her smile to, petting the little cat who was now on her belly.

“Once upon a time was a little blond guy who was looking a lot like a girl, and a hot one. He was extremely annoying but a very intelligent and kind person.” he started “Just so you know it’s about Roger” he added, making Y/N laugh a little “So, this little Roger boy was quite successful with ladies you know and he liked it. The thing was they would never stay. At first it was because he was a little shit, then it was because they just wanted to sleep with him and later because nobody could keep up with his lifestyle. Until one day this girl came around. She was funny, gorgeous and super smart. Apart from when it came to her own love life and in case you hadn’t get it I’m talking about you here. So! Roger boy had been in love a few times, or so he thought. He would always go too fast and do stupid things. But that girl was different and he was very careful with her. And at that time he was very insecure about himself and what he had to offer so I think he never dared to plan too far.”

Y/N didn’t know what to say. Was it true? Was Roger really insecure about the possibility of him being loved? Did he really think that she was going to leave him on day?

“Alright” Freddie shouted clapping in his hands “End of the story for now but I’m sure it will end with happily ever after, now sweet dreams love.”

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Y/N woke up with heavy eyes. She had eventually fallen asleep after hours of thinking. She could not believe Freddie and she felt so bad. Still angry but so confused. All she wanted was to speak to Roger, to know what was really going on. She left the bedroom and went to the living room where she found her other-half, his hair completely messed up and his eyes clearly testifying for a sleepless night. He was drinking coffee with Freddie and Paul was in a corner, knowing not to come too close to Roger.

“Y/N dear, please come and join us”

Roger got up immediately and looked at her, his eyes begging her not to run away. But she couldn’t have even if she had wanted to, her legs could not move. There was an awkward silence and the tension was palpable.

“Are any of you going to say something or?” Paul asked

Both Roger and Y/N looked at him as if they wanted to kill him.

“Shut up!” they both shouted at the same time

“I think they probably need some privacy. Let’s go” Freddie simply added

Roger thanked him with a nod and waited until he was alone with Y/N who was looking at her feet. He found her so beautiful in her nightdress, so vulnerable and yet so strong.

“Y/N” he started and she looked right into his eyes again “I don’t want to have kids…”

“Are you joking ?” she cut him

“For now! Please let me talk. Some of what I said yesterday was true. I don’t want to have kids right now. I do think I’m still young, I do think Queen is going strong and I don’t want to be partly involved in it. This is what I’ve always wanted Y/N.”

“I’m fucking happy for you then…”

“Fucking stop it Y/N!”

And here they were again, fighting as if they were unable to just simply talk to each other. They always flew of the handle so easily.

“This is what I wanted, but you’re what I never dared to dream of” Roger almost screamed

“But you don’t care about I want”

“I do ! I was just an idiot okay? And I’m sorry about it. I thought I was giving you what you wanted, I though all you wanted was me and…”

“Don’t you even dare say your money you bastard because I will kill you”

“Of course not ! I know that Y/N.”

He knew, of course he knew she loved him for who he was.

“I’m not John or Brian, I’m not as good as they are with these kind of things. i’m stupid and I make bad choices. I can’t stand being away from you. I don’t know how to do it”

“I don’t care about John and Brian, I love you Roger !”

“I just thought that sooner I wouldn’t be enough anymore”

“Roger...”

Her tone was much different this time. Y/N almost ran to him, she could not stand seeing him like that. She took his face between her hands, wiping his tears with her thumbs.

“I never really thought about it before because I never thought someone would be crazy enough to want to have kids with me…”

Y/N gasped, Freddie might have been right but she just couldn’t believe it.

“I’m so sorry for behaving the way I did Y/N. But you mean so much to me and I just wanted to be happy with what I had. I was so afraid you would realise I wasn’t worth it one day and disappear and…”

This time she stopped him talking by kissing him. She needed to. She needed to tell him how stupid he was, how much she loved him and words could not be enough. She captured his lips, their tears colliding on both their faces.

“Roger. Don’t you ever think you’re not good enough? You could have anyone in the world but you chose me, and I chose you. You’re talented, you’re so smart, you care about the world and you care about people. I don’t want to have kids tomorrow but maybe one day because I know you would be an amazing father and.... I don’t care if you’re miles away for months, I never did. Because I love you Roger. I love you more than anything. And I’m never gonna leave you, not until you want me too. As long as I’m the one you love, as long as I’m the one who’s in your heart, as long as you call when you’re away and as long as you see … Roger can you see the future with me?”

Roger smiled which surprised Y/N and then he parted, getting down on one knee. She screamed a little, unable to believe what was going on.

“Y/N I could have done this after our second date because that was the moment I knew you would be the one. But I never wanted to push you not to scare you away but apparently that was a stupid thing to do. Anyway. I never thought I would be ready. But you can never be ready for love. It’s a crazy thing right? I love you Y/N. And I don’t want to see my future with anyone but you. You know me, you make me happy, you inspire me. You’re the reason I don’t go too crazy. You’re the only person crazy enough to want to have kids with me. And right now I don’t believe I would ever be a good dad but you know what? I’m also sure you’ll be able to convince me otherwise. I promise to always try to be better and to listen to you even when you don’t speak. I promise to make more effort and to show you how much I care.”

“Yes… yes of course”

He was back up and kissing her. They were both so relieved, so happy. He put the ring on her wedding finger, it was wonderful, exactly what she liked and it meant so much. Her legs were now around his hips, she felt so stupid and so wonderful at the same time. Her hands were pressed on his face, she never wanted to let go of him but she suddenly had to. They heard some throat clearing before Freddie entered the room, clapping his hands.

“Well I thought kids were not for today so please to start making babies in my living room my loves” he joked

Both Roger and Y/N laughed, too numbed by love to be embarrassed. He came closer to Y/N and took her hand to see the ring, before making a funny face.

“So I guess I’m gonna be best man right?” he said

“Of course” Roger said

“Perfect ! Now go back to your place and do what you have to while I’m planning a magnificent engagement party for my two favourite stupid people”

Roger and Y/N looked at each other and thanked Freddie for being such a good friend before leaving. All they could think about was spending all the time they had left together, telling each other much they were in love, in all the possible ways. And as of now, they both knew they had the rest of their lives to do so.

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megalony · 5 years

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The affair- Part 4

Another part of my latest Roger Taylor series which had gained lovely feedback so thank you to everyone for the comments.

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Death on two legs.

The rather early Queen song was the first thing that popped into (Y/n)'s head when her drowsy, half-lidded eyes locked onto Roger's rather broken form.

The drummer wore a crumpled white t-shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, the creases showing he had either worn it for quite a while or had pulled at it and shifted around a lot. There was a clear patch of blood over his left shoulder that Roger was ignoring. His left arm folded against his chest, his hand propping up his right elbow to support his right hand which was pressed to his lips. This posture making his biceps tense as his eyes looked significantly darker than usual. The blood vessels around his eyes were more visible as there were deep purple colourings beneath his eyes showing they needed sleep he wasn't allowing himself.

Roger had discarded the useless flimsy sling that had bound his arm to his chest to try and protect his battered shoulder. He saw no use in having it on when it did nothing but disrupt his movements. Causing his stitches to tear just a little and give way to the blood burning behind them which made his shirt stick to his shoulder to the point separating them was going to burn.

The drummer stood on (Y/n)'s left as John was standing on her right, looking just as worn down and sleep-deprived. When the nurse and doctor left the room after their checks were done and (Y/n) was declared stable, John leaned down to press a kiss to his sister's temple. Whispering something to her before heading out of the room. The bassist had already had a word with Roger, he did not want to be the one to have to explain to his sister what had happened and it didn't feel like his place to do so. John had been at the hospital for over a day now, he needed to see the rest of his family to reassure them he was fine and to catch up on sleep and something to eat. He also didn't want to intrude on his sister and Roger when they clearly had things they needed to talk about.

Both Freddie and Brian would be down in a few hours after being called by John and informed of the latest updates on his sister's condition.

Roger wasn't going home. The drummer had no need to go back, Freddie had already so kindly dropped him off a change of clothing and he could sleep here. There was nowhere the drummer needed to be and he had lost his appetite anyway. He had no family nearby he needed to go to, he had called his mother and sister already. (Y/n) was the only family he had and he didn't want to go home, he wanted to stay and make sure she was alright.

A sense of awkwardness flooded through Roger as he made no attempt to move for a minute or two. His body becoming glued to the spot before he noticed (Y/n) seemed to be coming around more. Her eyes trying their hardest to open properly and stay open, her body beginning to gain back the ability to move as she shifted. It didn't feel right to stand an observe her like this or not say anything. She had been out of the loop for just over a day now with her last memory being her getting shot. Answers were needed and she didn't deserve to wait around for them.

Moving around the chair that he had caught an hour's sleep in earlier, Roger sat down on the edge of the bed. He moved his good arm out to help (Y/n) sit up, knowing if he dared try and use his left arm for much it would give way. He had been very lucky not to get a fractured or broken shoulder from the bullet but the muscles had still been shredded and torn. Moving his arm caused bolts of pain Roger couldn't be bothered to deal with. He could handle not wearing a sling but any movement or playing the drums etc,. was going to have to wait until he was recovered.

Slowly moving her hand (Y/n) pressed her palm to her temple when it felt like all of the blood in her system had gone straight to her head. A small groan escaping her lips at the feeling as she could feel her heartbeat pounding through the blood vessels in her head.

Roger's hand rubbed up and down her arm soothingly, no words passing through the air between them for a while as he waited for her to recover and feel a bit more awake and recovered from her day of sleep. Alarm bells seemed to be set off in both their minds for different reasons. A sudden spike of worry surged through Roger at the way (Y/n)'s eyes seemed to be struck with horror. Realisation of something dawning on her features making him panic about what she had just thought of or remembered. She watched Roger's whole body crumple like a piece of discarded paper when her hand moved from her temple to her stomach that tensed at the reaction her sudden impulsive move gained.

There was a thought in the back of her mind that told her she knew what Roger's reaction meant but there was a larger part of her that tried to overtake. Maybe Roger had just remembered something else, maybe something else was the problem or something else was wrong with her and had caused this adverse reaction. Or maybe that was just her wishful thinking.

"T-the baby..." (Y/n)'s head ever so slightly shook side to side at the way Roger's lips seemed to be on strings that were pulling them down at the corners. She didn't miss the way his eyes turned even darker than before until the baby blue was gone and all that was left was raven black voids that could never be filled.

Roger's head tipped to the left just a little, his eyes casting down to her stomach before back up to her eyes. His head shaking at her silent question because speaking it out loud made everything feel real when all he wanted was for this to be a nightmare. They didn't want nor deserve this reality, did an affair really result in this? There were plenty of other people out in the world that did cruel things and didn't get this kind of karma. An affair didn't mean they deserved to get shot at and it didn't mean they deserved to lose their child. Roger guessed the person who did this to them was hardly going to get karma. Prison wasn't the kind of karma he deserved, it didn't give the pain that they were going through because of what he had done to them.

"No. No, I..." The words that (Y/n) wanted to express weren't forming past her lips. Her hand drifted up to graze over the wound that had been stitched up after the bullet was removed and the bleeding stopped. That wasn't near her womb, their baby wouldn't have been hit. Roger had tried to stop the blood loss back at the concert before the paramedics had got to them both, surely she held a slim chance of having their baby even through all of that?

Her hand went back down to her lower abdomen again, applying just a little too much pressure causing her stomach to tense and her teeth to clamp down on her lip to stop a groan of agony. Reaching out, Roger took her hand from her stomach to entwine their fingers instead. His eyes clamping shut for a second too long to try and stop the tears from leaving his eyes but it didn't do him much good.

"You went straight to surgery yesterday to stop the bleeding and remove the bullet. You lost a lot of blood sweetheart... I- I'm sorry sweetheart, you miscarried this morning." Roger had never seen (Y/n) look so broken yet lost at the same time before.

Roger had been right in his assumptions that (Y/n) would be alright but their child wouldn't. The doctors couldn't do anything for their child this morning, leaving John and Roger to watch through the window as they tried to stabilise (Y/n)'s heart and system whilst she went through yet more blood loss. Resulting in another blood transfusion being needed as her body finally seemed to stabilise. The drummer had managed little sleep when he was allowed to sit by her bedside again, needing to reassure himself that (Y/n) was alright and that her state wasn't going to deteriorate whilst he was asleep.

The drummer's movements were slow and careful as he eased (Y/n) so she was leaning against him to allow his arm to wrap tightly around her frame. Encasing her to his chest as tightly yet gently as he could when a stutter of 'I'm sorry' passed through her lips.

Roger wouldn't hear any of that. She hadn't asked for that person to shoot at her, she hadn't wanted to miscarry and she didn't deserve or plan this. There was no possible way that (Y/n) could be at fault for what had happened and Roger wouldn't listen to anything saying otherwise. His own guilt was a different matter because he had noticed something happening, he just didn't realise what it was. He could have made them turn back down and go to the dressing room again, he could have made them run a different way. He could have tried harder to make sure that (Y/n) wasn't in the firing line.

But she was not to blame for anything.

"Don't say that. That fucker shot you, this is his fault, not yours." Roger tucked his head into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck as he felt her tears tickling his neck as she dared not touch his shoulder for fear of hurting him. Her nails dug into his back from the grip she had on his shirt that was clutched in her hands. Needing something to ground herself to so she didn't drift away.

"D-did they get him?"

"Yeah." The drummer had to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from snapping.

There was no way they couldn't have gotten him really. All of the exits around the stage and the concert were packed with security guards, not that they had done any good when he was shooting but still, his exits were blocked. When the gunshots were fired everyone was on red alert and he was pinned down before anyone else managed to her hurt. But they had still been too late. They had messed up by letting the lunatic get through security in the first place in order to be able to shoot at them. He was caught but that wasn't enough for Roger. He would have preferred them to of shot him down or for him to try and run and resist arrest so he could have gotten a hammering just to give some kind of justice for what he had done.

Roger felt (Y/n)'s fingers carding through his hair, locking the strands between her fingers as she pressed her face into his neck. Desperate for him not to let go or attempt to leave her alone right now. She didn't know what she would do if she was left alone in the room with the knowledge of what had happened.

It felt like she was drowning.

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certifiedskywalker · 5 years

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Take Care - Brian May

Brian is going to be heading off to some recording studio in the middle of nowhere, leaving you alone in your shared flat for at least a few months. The idea of him going as made you mopey to say the least and Brian doesn’t know how to make you feel better. That is until, one day, he passes by a shop and remembers something his father once told him.

(look at this cute-ass gif, my god how cute)

Brian wasn’t running away, no matter what Freddie had implied over the band’s brief luncheon. He wasn’t surprised, but it did come as a little shock to him that his friends had the gaul to accuse him of being scared. Brian wasn’t scared, at least not in the way they thought. If anyone was afraid of commitment, it was Roger, not him. However, as Brian wandered back to the flat he shared with you, he realized he was indeed fearful. He didn’t want to lose you.

When he had told you about the offer, the recording studio in Rockfield and the promise of a new album, you had nearly jumped him. Your arms had wrapped around him so tightly, Brian thought that you’d be stuck to him for the rest of his life; although, that was something he wouldn’t mind. It was when he told you about the ‘no distraction’ aspect of the working vacation when your smile fell and your entire demeanor shifted. He couldn’t take you with him and he would be gone for months. The frown that had formed on your face that day had remained since, even with Brian leaving in three days.

As he walked back home, Brian could still picture your sad form on the couch where he had left you. He had offered to take you with him to lunch, telling you that the boys wouldn’t mind in the slightest, but you had refused. It was band business, you had said, something that didn’t concern you. While your words had stung and Brian wanted to stay to comfort you, hold you close and tell that he wanted to be with you always, he had to go. He wished he hadn’t because when he left and told his friends about everything, they didn’t offer much help. At least, not at first.

“You need to make a grand gesture of romance,” Freddie explained as he balanced a glass between his fingertips, “to prove that you still love her.”

“She knows that I love her,” Brian groaned, “that’s not the problem!”

“Then what is?” Brian ran a shaking hand through his hair at John’s question. His mind worked to piece together what doubts and feelings could be twirling about your beautiful head. It hit him then that, perhaps, you were scared too.

“I think she believes that I’ll move on when she’s not around. That the album, if it takes off-”

“When it takes off,” Freddie corrected with a proud grin. Brian smiled softly too before continuing.

“When it takes off, that I’ll just disappear. We’ve talked about it before….the idea of tours. She was happy for me but I could see something wasn’t right.”

“Maybe that’s for the best, mate,” Roger said through a mouth of sandwich, “just think of all the beauties that will be throwing themselves at the stage! Oh, those tours will be-” Before Roger could finish, Freddie pinched his arm.

“What I believe our little drummer is trying to say is that you need to show her that she’s your best. That you wouldn’t dare leave her behind, even on those prospective tours.” John nodded at Freddie’s suggestion and was about to contribute when Freddie added, “that or maybe you have untapped issues committing before going away.”

“Fred!” John gasped, resting a hand on Brian’s shoulder for support. The guitarist merely fell silent, thinking over what his friend said.

“No,” he declared after a moment, “I want to be with her.”

“Then take care of what you’ve got, Brian, for God’s sake!” It was that piece of advice that echoed through Brian’s head as he passed by shops. While the way Freddie had said the phrase bordered on cruel, Brian could remember it being said in a soft manner. He could almost hear his father’s voice ringing in his ears, telling him the exact same thing. Take care of what you’ve got, a mantra that Brian had forgotten until now.

“But how,” he asked himself, stopping his trek back to the flat. He couldn’t stand it if you were still home, wading in your own sadness that he couldn’t seem to carve through. Brian needed to find a way. He couldn’t lose you, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he did. Trying to find an outlet for his thoughts, Brian’s eyes skirted over the businesses selling their wares in the street. A glint in the light caught his eye, sparking a flame inside his heart that burned with a love and a fresh idea.

When you walked through the door of the flat you shared with Brian, you weren’t expecting him to be home. You had run out to get some tea and other groceries, figuring he would be taking a long lunch with the boys. After all, they had a lot to discuss. They were going to be leaving for the studio in a few days. Brian would be leaving you in a few days and that thought drove you mad with misery.

All you wanted was to be with him, to share this new, and life changing, experience by his side. You understood why you were barred from going with, but that didn’t numb the dull ache. It wasn’t just this one isolated event either. You knew that once Queen grew in popularity, because you knew in your heart that it would, Brian would be gone for even longer stretches of time in different countries. That wonderfully looming future lingered at the forefront of your mind.

It wasn’t fair to Brian, the way you let that worry permeate your mood. You didn’t want to spend your last few days before he went off to record moping about your flat. He deserved the opportunity, Queen deserved it, and you wanted to be supportive. You were supportive only now, it seemed that your sadness was more prominent. However, that melancholy turned to confusion when you strode into the home your shared with Brian.

“Brian? Are you home?” You called out, setting your bags on the kitchen counter. The soft chords of a song were being played from an acoustic guitar, the tune carrying down the hallway. It was a happy melody, jolly almost as you walked to its source. Brian sat in the small study he had filled with his instruments, still unpacked.

“Oh, hi, love, sorry. I didn’t hear you,” he gushed when he saw you watching him in the doorway. You smiled, shifting so you were leaning against the door frame.

“Is that something new?” You asked, referring to the song he had been playing. Brian let out a breathy chuckle that sounded almost nervous as he set his guitar down. He made his way towards you, a pink dust against his flushed cheeks.

“Y-Yeah, got inspired on the way home,” he explained as he moved to stand before you. You smiled up at him, trying to show your happiness for him. While it wasn’t a forced smile, Brian could see the hints of grief in your eyes. He would miss those eyes.

“Inspired? By what?” Brian’s mouth fell open, trying to come up with a reply but the object digging into his flesh from it’s spot in his back pocket was distracting him. Nerves flooded his system and, as if under their control, he reached up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Uh, something Fred said,” he explained, barely meeting your gaze, “it reminded me of you and I just…” He trailed off, suddenly at a lost for words when he met your eyes. You gave him a wider smile before leaned up on your toes to peck his cheek.

“How were the boys?” You ask once you pulled away. Brian chuckled again, diffusing his own nerves. You laughed a little too, turning to walk down the hall. Brian followed your path into the kitchen where you busied yourself in unpacking the groceries.

“They were in rare form today,” Brian started, helping you reach the higher shelves.

“Really now? I’m sure Roger had something to say.” Brian nodded, putting the fresh produce into the fridge drawer before turning back to you. He watched as you whirred about the kitchen, setting things straight and in order. It was going to be moments like this he would miss the most, the spot of domesticity he so savored, when he would be away in the studio. Only a few months, he thought to himself, but a few months away from you, that would feel like years.

“He did, shockingly,” sarcasm dripped from his words but softened when he added, “they missed you though. I miss you too, miss your smile.” You stopped in your movements, looking up to meet his gaze. The frown set in your lips deepened at his words and you nodded. “You know, it’s just going to be a few months.”

“I know,” you said lowly, in an attempt to stop the threatening sobs from climbing up your throat. “I just, I know that this is something I’m going to have to get used to and it’s going to hard. I’m going to miss you, Bri.” The tears fell freely now, prompting Brian to rush towards you and hug you close to his chest. You buried your face in his chest, your arms wrapping around his slim torso.

“I’m going to miss you too, Y/N, but I won’t be gone forever.”

“It’s what it’s going to feel like,” you whimpered, “recording studio stays, long tours, and award parties that I can’t go to. I know it’s selfish, but I wanted to share this part of your life with you. Does that make sense?” You pulled away a little, looking into Brian’s soft eyes. He lifted a hand, brushing a thumb along your cheek to rub a tear away.

“Yes, love, it makes sense. I want to share it too, and I will, I promise you that.” A shaky breath passed over your lips and you shook your head.

“How can you? Your label controls all of that and,” you bit your lip, stopping the cries that nearly overwhelmed you. Your eyes tore away from your boyfriend’s, staring at the floor in slight shame. Brian’s heart ached at the sight, his hands caressing your face in the lightest way he could. He pulled you close, but still kept you far enough way where he could easily look into your eyes.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his hand reaching into his back pocket, “I love you, that’s how I can promise you that. My life, it’s going to be insanity, I can’t promise that it won’t be.” His tone coaxed a bittersweet giggle from your lips, but it was enough to encourage him further. “But I can promise that I want you by my side for all of it. No amount of time away from will stop me from feeling that way.” He moved his hand from his back pocket, bringing the small velvet box he had hidden between your bodies.

“Brian,” you said, eyes on the box then dancing across his features.

“I promise,” he finally added before lifting the lid of the box. “Do you promise to?” Your breath caught when your gaze fell on the ring nestled in the small cushion. It was simple, something Brian picked out somewhat blindly. You both had talked of marriage before, but never the ring itself. In the end, it didn’t matter, because you knew your answer would be the same.

“Yes,” you whispered, “of course.” Fresh tears flowed from your eyes, but they oozed out of happiness as you leaned up to press your lips to Brian’s. His free hand cupped your jaw, holding your face close to his as if he needed you to breathe. Your noses pressed together as your lips pushed and pulled. Finally, when you pulled away, Brian rested his forehead against yours, letting your breaths mingle together.

“I will always take care of you,” he whispered, slipping the metal band on your ring finger. “I love you, so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Bri,” you replied, pecking his lips again. He smiled into the kiss, humming lightly against your lips. His hum turned louder, the same tune he had been playing when you came home. It’s perky ups and downs held a new meaning in your heart and you felt, you knew, that whatever words he added to the melody would keep you good company whenever he goes away.

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Bob ships: who's the rock star? who's the fan who tags along on tour with them?(*cough cough* groupie *cough cough*) ❤🎸

WINNIX

nix is a celebrity stalker. that’s literally his job.

he’s like the paparazzi, but twice as cunning and twice as shitty. his job is to catch celebrities at their most unguarded. this can involve hiding in bushes, sneaking into hotel rooms, and even pretending to be a limo driver just to catch the money shot.

(it’s not like he needs the money. he took a photo of a kardashian once for kicks, got paid huge dollars for it, and decided this sounded more fun than working for his father.)

his latest assignment: to infiltrate the inner sanctum of richard “dick” winters, country and slow rock megastar.

dick has a squeaky clean public reputation. he doesn’t drink, he doesn’t party, he’s never gotten into any fights with the paparazzi. he doesn’t even have any parking tickets (nix checked). he’s the most boring celebrity nix has ever encountered.

nix pulls his favorite stunt – he waits until room service is cleaning dick’s hotel room, then sneaks in and hides in the closet.

(90% of what nix does is technically illegal, but he figures it’s not that illegal if he doesn’t get caught.)

when dick comes back from his show that night, he seems tired. he puts him guitar down, runs a hand through his hair and takes off his shirt.

nix is just ready to get the money shot (or at least a photo of shirtless dick winters) when he accidentally jostles a hanger in the closet. the noise catches dick’s attention. he spins around, and in two seconds nix is being hauled out of the closet.

“who are you?” dick demands, tossing nix down on the bed. he doesn’t look furious, but he also doesn’t look like he for sure won’t call the cops, so nix weighs his risks.

“well, mister winters, this is a hell of a way to meet you,” he says, holding out a hand. “lewis nixon. how about i call you dick?”

“how about i call the police?” replies dick, raising an eyebrow.

“well… you could do that… but then you’d miss out on some very simulating conversation, and a story you’re not going to believe…”

nix has no clue how he does it, but somehow he manages to talk dick out of reporting him. in exchange, he promises not to take any pictures of him, and get out of his hair. dick has a better idea.

(maybe he’s a little intrigued by the smart-mouthed paparazzi who doesn’t seem afraid of anything.)

they eat lunch together the next afternoon. dick has to leave the city the next day, but nix gives him his number and promises that if he needs anything, just give him a call.

they run into each other every so often after that – nix often isn’t that far behind dick. their meetings are friendly, getting friendlier each time. no matter how hard he tries, nix has no idea how he let himself fall in love with a celebrity.

SPEIRTON

carwood lipton does not have a problem.

he’s not the type of guy who goes out clubbing every night. he doesn’t blast electro music through the house, he doesn’t drag his friends out on weekends to dance at the local clubs. he is not an obsessive fan.

if he owns every single track that a particular DJ Sparky has released on Spotify, well, that doesn’t mean he has a problem.

(he also has dozens of magazine clippings of him, has watched the approximately two interviews sparky has given in his lifetime, and can recite everything the public knows about him from memory. this does not mean he has a problem.)

“you,” his friend george proclaims one day, after having discovered the photo album of magazine clippings carwood keeps on sparky, “have a problem.”

“no, i don’t.” carwood is so deep in denial that he’s underground.

“well, it’s a good thing you do, because i’m about to make your day.”

with a flourish, luz unveils two tickets to a DJ sparky show. carwood almost has a heart attack on the spot.

(he tackles luz. he’s never done that in his life. for a moment, luz is terrified that he’s managed to break him.)

they’ve only been in the club for five minutes before carwood ditches luz in the middle of the dance floor. he feels bad about it, and it’s not like he does it on purpose, but he sees sarky dj’ing, customary hood and sunglasses on his head, and something in him just short-circuits. he needs to get closer -- he needs to be able to see him.

he stays by the DJ station for the entire show, just losing himself in the music. the jams sparky spins are legendary, and they can take carwood to a completely different universe.

as son as the show ends, he has a book clutched in his hands, intent on getting an autograph. he doesn’t want to freaky sparky out, but he needs to meet him, even though he doesn’t want to come on to strong, and he’s coming this way --

“you’ve been watching me all night,” is the first thing sparky says. carwood feels like he’s going to faint.

“i have... sorry, it’s just, my name’s carwood and i’m such a huge fan... you’re amazing. i can hardly even believe i’m meeting you right now...”

carwood lipton is not a man who gets tongue-tied, okay? this is humiliating for him, and he can feel his face growing hotter with every word. he wants to melt into the floor on the spot. sparky is going to think he’s an idiot.

then, just like that, sparky pulls his hood and glasses off. he’s never revealed his face in any of his photo ops, co carwood had no clue what he looked like until that point.

he’s dazzled. sparky is grinning at him, wamr and mischievous, and he feels like he’s gone to heaven.

“nice to meet you, carwood,” sparky says, holding out a hand. “i’m ron. it’s great to meet my biggest fan.”

BABEROE

babe is not a groupie, okay? he doesn’t care what anyone else (coughbillcough) says, and he’s definitely not obsessed with his favorite band.

lueur de lune is a duo who performs mainly relaxed indie music, duets, and covers of classic songs. renee lemaire is from belgium, and has been singing since she was a child. babe has scanned through the videos of her on youtube, favorited elementary school talent contests and middle school charity concerts. gene roe’s history is a lot harder to track. as far as babe can figure out, he was from louisiana, and only began singing a few years ago. aside from him having met renee on a trip to europe, babe honestly knows nothing about the enigmatic second half of the band.

lueur de lune has only been performing together for a couple of years. they’re not even the style of music babe usually listens to. instead of pounding beats and frenetic bass drops, the two singers go back and forth in relaxed rhythms that never fail to calm babe down. they’ve become his comfort music.

(gene roe’s face may have also become his comfort face, but he’s not going to admit that.)

because the band is pretty low-profile, he often has no clue where they’re touring. he eats up every mention of them on the web, devours their rare interviews (where renee is bubbly and gene frustratingly reticent), and plays their singles hundreds of times.

everything changes when spina auditions and wins a spot as a drummer for “some indie band that needs a few background members”.

babe doesn’t know – he has no clue – until spina sends him a selfie from rehearsals one day.

spina’s grinning on one side of the picture. on the other, staring into the camera with his usual intense gaze, is a face that almost makes babe’s heart stop.

it’s gene roe.

IT’S GENE FREAKING ROE.

babe goes nuts.

he spends all night begging spina to take him to rehearsal – and when he says no, he sneaks into the trunk of his car.

(you’ve gotta die sometime, right? spina might kill him, but at least he’ll have seen gene)

somehow he makes it past spina without getting caught – and poses as an intern. the band doesn’t have an intern, they can’t afford one, but babe doesn’t care. he takes everyone’s orders and runs to starbucks.

he spends the rest of the day – the rest of the week, to spina’s utmost disdain – shadowing gene. gene is baffled, but tolerant, of his “greatest fan”. renee thinks it’s hilarious. spina has already tried to smother babe in his sleep twice.

babe is just eating up any information he can get about gene. slowly, the star-quality is beginning to wear off – eventually gene will just be another regular guy. until then, he’s more than happy to embrace the role of intern – and groupie.

WEBGOTT

webster wants to report on the wildlife section of his local newspaper, but instead he gets assigned to cover the concert a band is throwing downtown.

he’s got no previous knowledge of the band, and no interest. frankly, the black and blues sound like your average grunge rock band that’s going to fade out in a few years or less. their drummer, talbert, is more interested in flirting than music, and their guitarist, grant, was out for a week with a concussion after trying to break up a fight in the audience of their last show.

it’s not until he meets the lead singer that web really feels a spark of interest for the assignment.

not just interest. inspiration. awe. he’s found his muse in the form of messy hair, a killer smirk, and a leather jacket that shines under the stage lights.

joe liebgott is everything a rock star should be, and he’s hasn’t even played outside of the state yet.

web isn’t head over heels for the guy. liebgott is infuriating. he’s temperamental, argumentative, and can be downright cruel. he’s also a beacon of talent, and hypnotizing on stage. he’s everything webster could have wanted to write about, and web is…

awed.

(okay, so maybe he’s a little in love.)

after his article is written, he sticks around with the group. he’s determined to take on a side job as their publicist, and the band likes him enough that they let him stick around. they tease him, but webster doesn’t care – he loves the articles he writes for them, and he loves his job.

(and if the thing he loves most is getting to banter with liebgott every day, he can deal with that.)

LUZTOYE

whenever a celebrity needs their reputation revamped, they call george luz. the man is an expert at PR – he can turn a celebrity from a delinquent to a charity-leading golden boy in less than a month. he has a history of turning around people’s careers using charm, PR stunts, and no small amount of humor.

luz is damn good at what he does.

joe toye, as it happens, is in dire need of a revamped reputation. his former group, the one that made his name famous, has just broken up. toye is determined to start a solo rock career, but his public image has taken a big hit thanks to a bar fight that he didn’t start, but definitely finished.

(a guy may have been punched through a plate-glass window. joe reiterates that he didn’t start it.)

when luz agrees to work with joe, he knows he’s got a big job ahead of him. he’s surprised by how down to earth joe is, however. for a fast paced rock star, he would have expected joe to have an ego. instead he proves himself to be down-to-earth, not going out of his way to draw attention to himself.

(”i don’t like the spotlight,” joe tells luz once they’ve started to build trust between them. “i love to perform. that’s it. i don’t care about all the attention.” luz gotten to know a lot of celebrities, but after hearing these words he can’t help but respect joe more than all of them.)

luz is the one who arranges public appearances for joe. he’s got the rock star volunteering at animal adoption drives, food banks, and charities. joe feels a little awkward at first (a big part of him is convinced it’s only for the photo opportunity, not for any better reason) but luz alleviates his discomfort when he volunteers next to him.

george is annoying, overly-friendly,and great at bugging the hell out of joe. he also has the ability to smooth over every social situation, and raises joe’s morale when he isn’t sure he has any left. he starts to genuinely enjoy spending time with his PR rep.

soon tabloids start reporting on the mysterious man seen next to joe toye during all his public appearances. it just takes a little research to uncover who luz is, but it’s a lot more fun to speculate that he might be joe’s lover instead.

george and joe are baffled by the allegations, but not upset by them. they sort of laugh them off until one night after joe’s show, when they both celebrate a little too much, and get a little too friendly with each other.

when george wakes up in joe’s bed the next morning, there’s a tabloid resting on the pillow next to him. “JOE TOYE AND MYSTERY BEAU TAKE ON THE TOWN”.

george smirks and pins the page up on joe’s fridge. “well, mystery beau,” he quips, “you feelin’ like being a little more discreet?”

joe gives a gravelly chuckle that drives luz wild. “what’s the point?”

(george has never fallen for any of his clients before, either, but it’s obvious that joe is a special case. he might be breaking his own rule of staying out of the public eye himself, but he isn’t complaining.)

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Allowing self expression

Recently I read that Alicia Keys son wanted to paint his nails but he was worried about getting picked on. She was upset about that because she feels that everybody should have freedom of expression, of who they are. I am a big believer in being who you are, being true to yourself.

There's nothing worse than having to live a lie as someone else or as someone, that someone wants you to be.

I have always taught my girls to dance to the beat of their own drummer as I have all my life. Growing up in a small country town where everybody was redneck, I didn't fit in. My whole family lived in the city and I wanted to be that city girl so I would dress like I was one. Here I was with my Joan Collins hats with veils (okay, older than dirt reference) with my matching pocketbooks and shoes, looking like I just stepped out of vogue magazine, walking into a redneck bar when everybody else was in flannel shirts and shit kicking boots.

But I didn't care, I always did me, like it or not talk about me or not, I didn't care.

When my girls were growing up I allowed them to get piercings, I allowed them to get their hair colored, all colors, pink and purple and green, whatever they wanted.

I allowed their choices in clothes, they got to pick who they wanted to be and how they dressed. There were many other things I could fight about with my kids but self-expression was definitely not one of them.

You need to let your kids have self expression, why is it that we want to be like everyone else? What fun is that? You need to be who God made you to be, unique, different, out there and there's nothing wrong with that. What's wrong with being who you truly are? Whether you're straight or gay or transgender or loud or flamboyant, it doesnt matter, this is what makes the world go around, this is what makes this place is so amazing, is that we all all are so different.

So why is it that so many people want to put us in a cookie cutter box? What's the big deal if her son wanted to get his nails painted, it doesn't necessarily mean it's going to "turn him gay" whatever the hell that stupid saying means. Many rock and roll stars nowadays are straight and they paint their nails because again, it's a freedom of expression.

Why is it that people are so fast to point and talk about people? Look we all just want to be who we are.

I always told my girls that yes, people may talk about you and yes, people may laugh at you or taunt you or be cruel to you but keep being you.

I also told them people talk shit even when they don't know you and don't know about you or who you truly are. I told him the story of how growing up, I had only guy friends because I was a tomboy and that I used to only hang out with the boys at school. Everybody in school called me a whore, even though I was a virgin, who was dating the same high school sweetheart for 6 years but if you talked to anybody and they would say that I was giving it up to all the boys that I hung out with.

That was farthest from the truth, in fact I saved my virginity until I was eighteen and it was with my high-school sweetheart.

That's why I told my girls don't listen to people because they're going to talk shit no matter what, so just do your own thing, just do you.

These are the lessons that I hoped I taught my girls and hopefully they will pass along to their children, one day.

That is the problem with the world today, we are not accepting of people. Why can't we just accept people for who they are? Why can't we have compassion for people? Why can't we just let people be who they are, wonderfully made in God's eyes. Why must we judge them? Why must we be mean? Why was there so be so many haters out there? Look stay in your own lane, do your own thing, leave others alone and let them do theirs. Why is that so hard in today's society?

I'll never forget when my best friend decided to come out, he told everybody before he told me and when he finally told me (which duh! I had known already for years without him saying it)

I asked him why I was the last one to know? I was mad about that fact and he said because my opinion mattered the most. I looked him in his eyes and I said you're my best friend, you're the same person you were 10 minutes ago, the only thing that changed is who you like to sleep with and I couldn't care less. That's how we all should be.

That is why if you look at my circle of friends it's like the United Nations. I have black friends, white friends, Spanish friends, Jewish friends, gay friends, straight friends... it doesn't matter because I see a person for who they truly are,in their souls. That's the only thing that should matter, so stop labeling people, stop putting people in boxes. I don't believe in that, I don't believe in boxes, I don't believe in labels, I believe in expressing yourself the way you want to. Express yourself with being who you are, with doing what you want to, with wearing what you want. You get one life, don't let somebody tell you how to live that life, do you, live large, be flamboyant, be loud, be crazy, this is what makes the world go around.

I'll leave you with one last story when I was married for 24 years, my ex-husband wanted me to be a certain way but when he first met me he met the true me. The me that curses, the me that laughs loud, the me that talks everybody, that has a lot of guy friends. The me that is the life of the party, outgoing, positive and larger than life but then when he got me he wanted to change me into something that he wanted me to be. He wanted this perfect image of this perfect family so he no longer wanted me to laugh out loud or be loud or curse or dress a certain way,he wanted his perfect version of me which was nothing like who I truly was.

Because I was in love with him and I wanted to please him, so I started to change things about me and little by little I lost who I truly was. Everyday I was more and more miserable because I wasn't being who God made me to be.

One weekend I went away with a bunch of high school friends and I got to be who I really was, because they knew me and they loved me for me and they didn't judge me. When the weekend was over and I was coming back home I had an anxiety attack and had to pull the car over because I couldn't breathe and I was crying so bad.

I didn't want to go back to this box that my ex-husband painted for me to live in. I didn't want to be that person anymore, I wanted to be the person I was on that beach that weekend, the real me. That's when I realized that I couldn't do this anymore, I couldn't be who some who he wanted me to be. That is when I knew it was over and I had to leave because I was dying a slow death being what someone else wanted me to be.

So today my friends, my message to you is be you, do you, dance to the beat of your own drummer, dance in the streets, sing out loud and off-key, be whoever you want to be and don't be ashamed of it.

If you have children teach them this lesson, let them paint their nails let them have crazy hair colors and piercings and dress the way they want to dress because they are developing who they are. Don't stifle them, don't put them in the box that you want them to be in because trust me you're going to make them miserable.

I applaud Alicia Keys for allowing her son to dance to the beat of his own drummer and I really hope this opens up a dialogue between parents and children and everybody else out there to have compassionate for everybody, because that's what this world needs right now, more of that.

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QUEEN OF ROSES- A Week At The Honeymoon Resort Part 1

A/N: Some SLIGHT suggestive themes in the later paragraphs. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

“Darling... Oh my darling Mari... it’s time to get up.” Freddie said in a sing-song voice as he rolled over in bed and started kissing her neck. “Mmm... fuck off Freddie. It’s not like we have anywhere to be, dear.” She said sleepily into the pillow, her voluminous and naturally curly dark brown hair splayed out onto the white pillow she laid her head on in exhaustion the night before. “Oh you’re wrong about that darling, we have to go down to breakfast to see everyone.” Freddie said as he got out of bed and pulled the blanket off of her. “Ugh! Fred! Can’t that wait? Just five more minutes...” Marina pouted as she tried to reach for the blanket. Freddie threw the blanket onto the floor and quickly went to go and pull the curtains back. “Let there be light!” He yelled as sunlight streamed into the room after he drew the curtains. “Ah! What the fuck!? Freddie! You just blinded me!” Marina yelled as she immediately shot straight up in bed and covered her eyes. “That wouldn’t have happened if you had gotten your arse up before. Come with me darling, we’re going to shower together and get ready for breakfast. It’s not fashionable to be late.” He said as he grabbed her hand, pulling her out of bed and onto her feet before he hoisted her up onto his shoulders and spanked her nude bottom as he carried her to the bathroom. “Ah! Fred! Put me down!” She screamed, her hoarse morning voice mixed with her British accent resonating through the room as she kicked her legs around while she was being carried over her husband’s shoulder.

Though, no sex was going on with any of the couples at 8 A.M., that didn’t change the fact that the walls were still thin and that Roger and Dove who were both asleep soundly in each other’s arms were rudely awoken by Marina’s screams when Freddie playfully lifted her up and carried her. Roger almost jumped out of bed when he heard the screams. Dove groaned in exhaustion and mild annoyance as she heard the screams coming from her bandmate next door. “Fuck...” Roger muttered before he let a loud yawn loose. “Gosh is it morning already?” Dove asked as she sat up in bed. “Yes... we’d better get up... we don’t wanna miss breakfast... I’m starving.” Roger said as he sat up and started to get out of bed. “Oh I’m sure you worked up an appetite from last night Mr. Taylor.” Dove teased as she threw the blankets off of herself. “I sure did, because someone kept fucking teasing me. Keep it up love, or else I’ll pound you to the point where you won’t be able to walk for a few days.” Roger warned as he opened the curtains. “Oh shut up! Your little threats about me getting shagged hard by you don’t do anything for me Roger. Because as you can see... I’m dry.” Dove said cheekily as she slowly opened her legs for him to show off her goods to him. He growled a bit in arousal, feeling himself get hard before he remembered he had just opened the curtains. “Dove! Close your legs!” He yelled as he ran back to the window and quickly closed the curtains, a scowl making it’s way to his face. “You didn’t want me to close them last night... why the sudden change of heart?” She teased further. “Oh shut it! The curtains were drawn... I don’t want anyone but me to see you like that.” He said as he narrowed his eyes at her a bit as he sat on the bed. “Ooh... Jealous?” “You wish... now if you’ll excuse me, I need the loo. We need to get ready to meet everyone at breakfast, now get a move on.” Roger said as he rolled his eyes as he stood up and walked to the bathroom. Dove giggled a bit at how the wild blonde drummer reacted as she stood up but sat back down almost immediately. “Roger...?” She called out. The water was running in the bathroom, he was brushing his teeth. Dove sighed, he didn’t hear her... she was gonna have to be louder. “Roger!” She screamed. Roger almost choked on his own toothbrush and ran out of the bathroom with toothpaste around his mouth as he heard his wife call out for him. “What!? What is it!? What’s happening!? What’s wrong!?” He asked frantically. “Roggie... I can’t walk... carry me.” Dove said in a baby-like voice as she looked up at him from her spot on the bed and held her arms out to him. “Are you joking? Quit teasing me Dove.” “Roger I really can’t walk... it hurts to stand, I’m serious. You really pounded me last night.” She said with a sudden serious look on her face. “Really? Shit... Sorry lovie. Ah come on, up you go.” Roger said, a caring look washing over his features as he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

Brian and Lana had woken up in each other’s arms at around 8 in the morning. Brian peppered Lana’s face with kisses and woke her up. “Oh... so last night wasn’t a dream?” She asked as she opened her eyes. “No, it wasn’t. It would be cruel if it was.” He answered back as he got up and helped Lana out of bed. “We have to go downstairs for breakfast honey. Fred probably wants us all to meet there in the dining area.” Brian said as he walked to the bathroom. “Yeah, he probably does. Knowing him he’ll ask us all horrifying questions about how our nights went.” She said as she went to the closet and started to assemble a casual look with a t-shirt and shorts. “Oh definitely, and Marina might do the same with you girls. Actually... she might even ask the worst questions.” Brian said after he flushed the toilet and went to wash his hands. “She will... next to being The Roses front-woman, asking horrifyingly naughty questions is the other thing she’s good at. Just be prepared honey, she loves to shock people with asking naughty things.” Lana said matter of factly as she pulled out her beige candies sandals. “Don’t hog all of the water... I have to shower too you know.” Lana said as she tied her hair back and went into the bathroom. “We can shower together... that is if you want to.” Brian offered. “Of course.” Lana answered with a smile as she kissed him, before abruptly pulling back from it and sticking her tongue out with a grossed out look on her face. “Ew... morning breath.” She said before giggling. “Oh shut up.” Brian said as he rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead before he started to brush his teeth.

John and Taylor were awoken by the phone in their room ringing. “Hello?” John asked sleepily into the receiver. “Wake up you bloody wanker! We’re all going downstairs for breakfast! Get up John!” Roger yelled at him on the other line. “Roger? Bloody hell... I’m getting up, you don’t have to shout at me.” He said. “It’s a wake up call... now get up!” The blonde answered. “Why’re you so excited to wake up at this hour?” John asked. “I’m hungry! And I know you’re hungry too! We all are since we worked up a sweat last night... or did you not get any?” Roger asked curiously. “T-That’s none of your business!” John said abruptly. “Well, when you get downstairs to breakfast... tell that to Fred. You know he’s gonna ask.” Roger said as he hung up the phone. “Well it’s none of his business... hello? Roger! Hello? That idiot...” John muttered as he hung up the phone and turned back to the bed to see Taylor in her nude form completely awake and trying to get out of bed but to no avail. “Need help?” He asked as he got up and went over to her. “Yes... I’m really sore.” She replied. “I can carry you to the bathroom sweetheart.” John offered. “Can you? I need to shower. So, we’re meeting everyone else for breakfast?” Taylor asked. “Yeah. Just be ready for any horrific questions that might come out of Fred’s mouth.” “Oh I will.” Taylor said as John picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

“Good morning my darlings! Your nights last night, were they as kinky as mine?” Freddie asked as he arrived at the table with Marina who was carrying some mimosas. Brian winced at the horrifying question. How could their frontman be so open about things like this? “It was fine, Fred. Just fine.” Dove answered as she grabbed a mimosa off of the tray and started drinking it. “Oh please Dove dear, we both know your first night as Roger Taylor’s wife was far from fine... in fact I could’ve sworn we heard you scream bloody murder last night... more than once.” Marina said cheekily as she sat down. Roger almost choked on his eggs. “Well... since we are talking about you both... yeah, I do remember hearing lots of screaming from next door... and the sound of a headboard banging against the wall last night. I’m pretty sure I heard Roger scream too, but I’m not too sure.” Brian teased as he drank some tea. “Fine! You wanna know what happened!? I shagged Mrs. Taylor so good she couldn’t get out of bed. There I said it! And I’m going to brag about it too! That’s what you all get for messing with us!” Roger said as he looked around the table. “Great... now look what you’ve done.” John said as he sipped his tea. “It’s what we’re looking for anyways! Fred and I want details, and none of you are leaving this table until you tell us the juicy bits!” Marina said as she ate some pancakes. “Fine... bloody hell. I knew you would do this shit to us. Brian is a great lover in bed and he’s caring and gentle. There, is that what you perverts want?” Lana said as she put some syrup on her own pancakes. “She said juicy bits, not vanilla bits!” Fred said as he stole a pancake off of his wife’s plate. “What the hell do you even want to know!?” Brian asked, suddenly getting annoyed at the conversation. “Oh I don’t know... how big is your cock?” Marina asked with a smirk. Dove and Roger both snickered a bit, Taylor was utterly speechless, John almost dropped his fork and Lana and Brian almost choked on tea and pancakes. “Marina! That’s personal!” Lana yelled at her friend. “I know it is! Which is why I’m asking.” “Why’re we talking about my junk right in front of me?” Brian asked. “Because, you have the biggest feet I’ve ever seen and big hands to go with it... it’s obvious your rod is pretty big darling.” Fred said. “Oh shut up Fred!” Brian answered as he blushed with embarrassment. “I knew it he’s huge! Well I’d better stop bothering you both since I don’t want Brian to explode with embarrassment.” Marina said with a smirk as Lana blushed. “Moving on now, Taylor... Taylor.. Taylor... Oh sweet Taylor. Deaky took your virginity didn’t he?” She asked. Taylor ran a hand through her light brown hair nervously and silently nodded. “Ooh he did? Deaky did you show her a good time?” Fred asked. John looked down and played with the buttons on his shirt. “Y-Yeah.” He answered quietly. “Did it hurt love? How did it feel? Was it everything you thought it would be?” Marina asked frantically desperate for answers. “Yes... it was.” Taylor said softly. “Ooh! So, Deaks... is Taylor a moaner or a screamer?” Marina asked as John shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “Okay that’s enough! How was your night Fred? It’s only logical we ask you since you’re so adamant on asking all of us!” Brian asked with his eyes narrowed a bit. “Well darling I’m glad you asked!” Fred answered. Brian rolled his eyes and Roger groaned a bit. John sighed in relief before Freddie answered Brian’s question. “It was fucking magical darling! She made me the happiest man alive. Mari knows what she’s doing and my god is her mouth amazing. And I swear to you... she has the biggest arse! It’s so squeezable and it jiggles too-“ “Okay! I’m done. Let’s go back to the room honey.” Brian said as he sipped the rest of his tea and got up as he nudged Lana. “Oh you both aren’t going anywhere!” Fred said suddenly. “Oh? And why not?” “We didn’t just call you all down here to pry into your first times as husband and wife... we just wanted to say that we had Miami book all of us for a honeymoon resort over in Kent for a week. There’s different hotels all connected within the resort so we won’t be rooming next to each other. The train leaves in four hours today... so it leaves at noon.” Marina said. This prompted Brian and Lana to sit back down. Fred and Marina had successfully gotten everyone’s attention with that piece of news. “Are you joking? Fred! A week? Isn’t that rather long? Need I remind you that even though we all got married just yesterday, Queen is still on tour after all. A honeymoon at a later date sounds better than this! I don’t want to be away from our jobs for that long Fred.” Roger said. “Well a honeymoon doesn’t just last for a few days darling. Miami had me write a letter to the fans explaining a short hiatus before he booked us the resort. It’s all said and done.” Fred replied. “Why didn’t you ask any of us about it Fred?” Brian asked. “Why should I? Unless you all don’t want to go on a honeymoon... if that is the case then that just proves to me that you’re all unbelievably dull.” Freddie said as he sipped his mimosa. “We want to go on honeymoons Fred... but it just seems selfish and risky. The fans will be kept waiting and who knows if any of the press is at that resort! Did you think about that Fred?” John asked. “Oh bollocks! Deaky you’re acting as if the press hasn’t hounded us before. Plus there’s no reason to react like this. The place has been booked and we’re going, it’s as simple as that. Now, no more chatter. Mrs. Mercury and I have to go pack and have a quick shag for the road. Come on darling.” Freddie said before he sipped the remainder of his mimosa and left while holding his wife’s hand, leaving the other couples dumbfounded.

“I can’t fucking believe him!” Roger cried out as he lit up a cigarette and paced around the hotel room. Dove sighed and laid on the bed. “Calm down love. A honeymoon isn’t a death sentence.” She said as she rolled her eyes at him. “I know it’s not! But he should have told us! We took time off in the middle of a tour! It should only take a few days before we continue our tour! Not a whole fucking week!” Roger said as he went over to the ashtray and tapped the ashes from his cigarette into it before bringing it back to his lips and exhaling a puff of smoke. “Excuse me... but I think you’re forgetting that Queen wasn’t the only band on tour... The Roses were on tour too, and you don’t see me complaining.” Dove said. “I know that! It’s still an inconvenience to both bands!” Roger said. “Roger... shut up! Just relax and enjoy the fact that we get a break... we’ve all been touring and performing... and we needed a break. I’m sure all of the fans will understand, alright? Now calm down, stop pacing and help me pack.” Dove said as she limped over to get her suitcase. Roger sighed and put his cigarette out in the ashtray and went over to her. “Fine...” He answered.

“Don’t get me wrong sweetheart... I’m glad we’re going on a honeymoon, but he could’ve told us about it sooner.” Brian said as he walked down the hallway with his wife as he carried their suitcases. “I agree. It was kind of an arsehole move to tell us this hours before we have to get on the train... but then again you know Freddie... he probably forgot. He’s always forgetting stuff unless he deems it extremely important.” Lana said as they got into the lift. “Well it was important to tell us sooner about the resort.” Brian said with a sigh. “Sweetheart... it doesn’t matter. As long as we go on a honeymoon.” Lana said, she only saw the bright side to things such as this, and that was that she had a chance to go on a honeymoon with her husband. “You’re right.” He said with a nod. “Actually we shouldn’t be angry at them we should be thanking them.” Lana added. “We should... Yeah we’ll thank them when we get on the train.” Brian said with a small smile as the lift had finally reached the lobby where John and Taylor were already checking out of the hotel. “Have you both seen Roger, Dove, Marina and Freddie? We have to go soon. We don’t want to miss the train.” Taylor said as she saw her bandmate and friend with her husband. “No we haven’t seen them yet. They’d better be down here soon.” Brian said as he sat the luggage down and went over to the front desk to check out of the hotel. “Are you sure you don’t want me to carry a bag!? You’re about to fall over!” Dove yelled as they walked out of the lift and went into the lobby. “I’m a man! I don’t need your help, I’m fine!” Roger said as he struggled with the bags and finally set them down. Dove stopped in her tracks and counted the bags... there was one missing! “Where’s my toiletry bag!?” She asked. “Oh shit!” Roger immediately looked around frantically and saw the bag still sitting in the lift. “There!” He pointed at it and Dove ran to the lift, but the doors closed before she could get to it. “Shit! Come on come on!” She said as she repeatedly pressed the lift button but it went up instead. “Dammit! Ooh Roger Meddows Taylor! If I lose my makeup and perfumes because of you I’ll make your life a living hell!” Dove cried with a very pissed off look on her face. “Oh shut up! You could’ve grabbed that bag when we were in the fucking lift! It wasn’t that heavy!” “Why did you set it down!?” “I was carrying the rest of our luggage for Christ’s sake!” “You both have only been married for less than 48 hours and you’re already acting like a married couple that’s been married for 50 years.” Brian cheekily commented. “Oh shut up Brian.” Roger said. “Look what I found!” Freddie suddenly announced as Marina and him had entered the lobby. Freddie pointed at the bag that Marina held. “My toiletries! Oh thank you so much!” Dove said as she hugged both of them and took her bag. “Well, at least we get a thank you for something.” Freddie said as he put their luggage down and had a worker put all of the couple’s luggage into their respective limos. Everyone checked out of the hotel and got into their limos. They soon arrived at the nearest train station and boarded the train that would be sending them to Kent. END OF PART 1

#QUEEN OF ROSES #Queen #queen band #bohemian rhapsody #Freddie Mercury #Brian May #Roger Taylor #John Deacon #fanfiction

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