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queenshelby · 3 years

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Roommates – Part Seven

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 4,241

Warning: Smut

Note: This plays in 2020.

In the dark, you began to search for your phone to shine some light and, as you were reaching for the bedside table, your hands brushed Cillian a couple of time until you found it.

‘You were saying?’ you chuckled as you turned the little light on your phone on, flashing it towards Cillian.

‘It’s difficult Y/N’ Cillian then said, covering his eyes and you simply nodded.

‘That’s just life sometimes Cilly. I am sure you will find your way with whoever she is’ you then said, caressing his cheek gently before standing up.

‘Remember the last time we were in a blackout together?’ Cillian then asked, causing you to nod.

‘Oh my god yes. It was at your holiday house in Kerry and Danielle was freaking out, thinking that we will never get back to civilisation’ you laughed, remembering that night very well.

‘She was high so I can see how this happened’ Cillian laughed, before turning on the light on his phone as well.

‘Well, I don’t have any Weed but there is a whole bottle of red wine in the kitchen and a cabinet full of board games’ you suggested before gathering some candles while Cillian lid the fireplace in the living room for some extra light.

After you threw a few blankets and pillows down in front of the fireplace and Cillian eventually found his reading glasses, you started with some Scrabble but, usurpingly, after you finished half of the bottle of red wine, this soon became too difficult when you made one spelling mistake after another.

‘You are hopeless’ Cillian eventually observed as he won again, using the most absurd words he could think off after you only scored some points with words like ‘Soup’ and ‘Breasts’.

‘Well, how about a game that I am good at, huh?’ you laughed as you pulled out the Twister mat.

‘You don’t think that we are a little too tipsy for Twister?’ Cillian laughed, remembering that, the last time you played this game drunk, he ended up with four stitches.

‘Nope! I will catch you if you fall’ you chuckled as you started to warm up and opened up the ‘Twister-For-Two’ App on your iPhone which was giving you both directions with thirty second intervals.

‘Jesus, I am getting too fucking old for this’ Cillian said before getting into position, showing off his strong legs which immediately caused you to bite your lips. The fact that he wasn’t wearing anything but his black briefs and a grey t-shirt certainly was an incentive for you.

Left foot blue!

He was certainly getting an easy start, at least so he thought.

Right hand yellow!

But clearly, he was wrong when he watched you bend over right in front of him wearing your rather short Pyjamas featuring Bambi.

‘Interesting clothing choice’ Cillian chuckled as Bambi was staring right at him, covering your deliciously round ass.

‘Get your eyes off my ass Murphy’ you laughed but, deep down inside you didn’t mind him staring at you.

After just five minutes, both of your hands and feet were on the mat and so were Cillian’s.

By this point, Cillian and you had managed to thoroughly tangle yourselves together in a laughing mess and, at right foot yellow, Cillian accidentally bumped your breast. Slightly surprised, you took little notice.

Cillian on the other hand began to struggle as, once again, his manhood began to stir.

‘Seriously?’ he thought to himself as, just moments earlier, he couldn’t get himself into the mood with Lindsay and now that he wanted to prevent exactly this from happening, he couldn’t and was hard as a rock.

At right hand green, things had become too much for him as you had to slide your right hand along Cillian’s inner thigh on your way to green. As you slowly moved into position, you got a glimpse of what was happening in between Cillian’s legs but yet, you pretended that you didn’t notice his erection.

‘Fuck, that’s it, you won. My back is sore’ Cillian suddenly huffed out, standing up abruptly before walking to the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but grin as Cillian shouted out to see whether you wanted another glass of wine.

‘Yes please’ you giggled rather pleased with yourself but still, you thought that it was simply the friction that aroused him.

‘Do you want another game?’ you asked when he returned with two full glasses and, unsurprisingly, Cillian shook his head which is when you began talking.

You talked about almost everything and anything for about thirty minutes while sitting on the blanket together in between the scented candles and the fireplace.

By this point Cillian’s erection had subsided and you were curious as to whether it was you who caused it in the first place or whether it was something else.

‘Despite the blackout and you breaking it off with Lindsay, I thought that tonight was really fun’ you eventually observed after you finished your glass of wine

‘Well, you are a lot of fun to be around which makes it pretty easy’ Cillian said, finishing off his wine as well.

He smirked and shrugged. His eyes dropped and he started to trace a design on the crumpled blanket with his finger as if he wanted to say something else.

‘Can you ask you a question?’ you then asked out of the blue after having built up some courage.

‘Of course’ Cillian responded as his eyes lifted to yours, and you almost lost your nerve.

‘You, uhm, seemed to have enjoyed the game of Twister a lot more than I had anticipated’ you said, biting your lip nervously while looking down at his crotch.

Cillian immediately blushed, the flush spreading down his neck and the top of his muscular chest. Mortified, he looked at you with wide eyes and his right hand rose to his forehead.

‘Oh, god, Y/N…I am so sorry, it’s just that…the wine…and….’ Cillian shuddered nervously, realising that you saw his arousal and, before he could finish his sentence, you quickly leaned forward and placed a hand on his chest, just above the collar of his t-shirt where some of his chest hair was sticking out. Your palm tingled against the soft spatter of hair there.

‘Cillian, don't! I didn't mean to embarrass you’ you suddenly blurted out as you felt bad that you had, but also stimulated at the thought that you might have aroused him and that, perhaps, it wasn’t just a coincidence.

You were suddenly very aware of the soft, warm skin beneath your hand, and the warm wetness in your panties.

‘I promise you'll never say anything about it again, I just...I have to know...was it friction from the game, or was it, you know...me?’ you then asked, retreating you hand momentarily from his chest and squinting your eyes nervously.

Cillian sighed heavily and grabbed your hand, placing it back against his chest after you leaned away a little. His heart was racing, and you thought yours might pound straight out of your ribcage.

‘It wasn't the friction Y/N’ he then admitted and your breath caught in your throat.

‘I don’t know what it was or what it is, but I know it’s you. I am attracted to you’ Cillian then explained, causing you to grin excitedly.

‘So, when you just got aroused, what did you think about’ you asked as you played with his chest hair.

‘Y/N, we’ve been friends for so many fucking years and I don’t want to ruin this’ Cillian said almost embarrassed and you cut him off again.

‘Yes, and friends tell each other the truth. So, tell me, what was on your mind just then on the Twister mat?’ you asked, causing Cillian to sigh heavily again.

‘I was wondering what you would taste like’ Cillian said almost heavy hearted, admitting his desire for you before apologising for it.

Your heart felt like it stopped. Your entire body tingled, and warmth spread through your belly, snaking straight between your legs. This could absolutely be a dream.

‘Why don't you kiss me and find out?’ you said with husky voice as you moved your face closer to his.

With no hesitation, Cillian’s free hand moved around the back of your neck as his full lips met yours.

Your eyes closed and you opened your mouth, allowing his soft tongue to explore. He pulled you in and kissed you harder while you wrapped your arms around him to run your hands along his back and shoulders.

This continued for quite some times with neither of you being able to let go of the other as you smiled, kissed and moaned into each other’s mouths. Eventually, Cillian wound his hand in your long hair and broke the kiss to move his mouth to your ear.

As it was, you moaned, you shivered, and you dug your nails into his back. Your enthusiastic response drove him to be even more aggressive. He pushed you onto your back and rolled on top of you, the growing bulge in his briefs pressing directly into the spreading wetness between your legs. You gasped at the gratifying sensation.

Cillian pushed himself onto his palms, concerned.

‘This will change everything between us. Do you want this?’ Cillian asked.

‘I wanted this for over a fucking month Cillian. If you don’t fuck me now, I will never forgive you’ you huffed out almost breathlessly and slightly tipsy, causing Cillian to chuckle.

Of course, he wanted it as badly and as much as you did, but he was still somewhat worried about your long-lasting friendship and thought that, ideally, you should both be talking about this first. You needed to clarify what this was and what you were going to become after you slept with each other.

But the wine and his raging erection eventually got the better of him and you immediately wrapped your arms around him to keep him on top of you.

You ground your hips into his and forced his lips to yours, bringing his full weight back to your waiting body. His hot mouth made it back to your neck and ears, and you moaned again, biting your lip in an attempt to stifle the noises he was eliciting from you. He propped himself up on one forearm and began to explore your eager body with his other hand.

He was teasing you, tauntingly caressing you through the thin pyjamas shirt you wore. You writhed beneath his palm, wanting more. His hair wasn't long, but long enough that you could wind your fingers into it and guide his ear into your mouth.

You toyed with it, tracing it with your tongue, sliding the lobe between your teeth, enjoying hearing his breath get heavier and feeling his cock getting harder as he kneaded your breast through the t-shirt. Then he stopped.

‘Y/N’ Cillian huffed out, causing you to enquire why he stopped.

‘I saw you, earlier in the bath when you were masturbating’ he admitted.

‘You looked away though didn’t you?’ you smirked, causing him to shake your head.

‘I am sorry’ he said and you immediately grinned.

‘Did you enjoy watching me?’ you then asked as you raised an eyebrow and panted, rubbing yourself against him.

‘What do you think?’ Cillian chuckled before asking you what you were listening to on your headphones.

‘An audio book you narrated’ you smirked and he looked dumbfounded, which in turn surprised you, considering what he'd said to start all of this.

‘What can I say Cillian, you’ve got a goodman sexy voice’ you admitted before you pushed him off of you and sat up on your knees, peeling off your shirt to reveal your pierced breasts.

He sat, slack jawed, legs outstretched before doing the same with his t-shirt.

‘So many freckles’ you observed before you went further and hooked your thumbs around the waistband of your Bambi panties.

‘Since you already watched me masturbate, there are no more secrets for me to reveal in so far as my body is concerned’ you smirked as you slowly inched them past your hips, leaving you completely naked.

Cillian’s jaw dropped nonetheless. His eyes were hungry and he reached for his own briefs and removed them as well.

‘Well, unfortunately for you, I had no secrets to start off with. You’ve seen it all already’ Cillian said as he gave you a familiar, lop-sided grin that exposed his teeth. So gorgeous.

‘And I love seeing it all again’ you huffed out as your mouth watered at the sight of his erection. But, instead of letting him climb back on top of you, you firmly pressed your naked body against his chest and then straddled his taut body and kissed him soundly.

His hands roamed your body freely, exploring your legs, your back, your breasts, your ass. He caressed and kneaded, he stroked and fondled, all the while kissing your mouth and neck and ears.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned as you ground your clit into his erection, whimpering in pleasure and whispering his name over and over again, something which sounded rather familiar to him.

After placing soft kisses across your neck, he cupped your breasts and rubbed circles on your rigid pierced nipples with his large thumbs, making you tremble. With his gaze boring into yours, he lifted each breast to his lips and gently nuzzled your nipples before gently tugging on each of your piercings.

‘Don't stop...please don't stop’ you moaned as you rode him harder, begging breathlessly and he wasn’t event inside of your yet. The only friction you got was on your clit against his very hard cock.

Cillian complied with your request and fixed his soft lips around a pink areola, sucking hard as he manipulated the firm nub and your piercing with his tongue. It pushed you over the edge and you came with a low moan, your fingers digging roughly into his scalp.

Keeping one hand around his neck, you slumped back onto his muscular thighs and tried to catch your breath.

‘Did you just cum?’ he asked rather surprised and you nodded, unable to say more.

‘Fuck, that is incredibly hot’ he said as his mouth hung open while he looked at you expectantly, and you knew him well enough that he was wondering if your orgasm meant you were done playing.

‘The tension building up over the past month was just too much, but please don’t dare think that I am done with you yet’ you smirked and Cillian mirrored your wicked smile and kissed you deeply until you placed both hands on his chest and pushed him onto his back.

He resisted at first, eager to keep touching you. Finally he relented and propped himself up with one hand behind his head, watching you as you kissed and licked and sucked your way across his muscular chest and stomach again and again.

Any time you came to his nipples, his eyes pinched tight and his hips involuntarily jerked toward you. You pressed your slight body down onto his rigid cock, making him emit a deep, guttural moan. It was all you could do not to impale your wet pussy on the willing flesh, but you were enjoying the anticipation far too much.

You slid your body down on his, his freckled skin a striking contrast against your much darker tan. While you made your decent, you briefly thought again about just climbing onto him and lowering your wet, ready pussy onto his very hard cock, but you decided that as late as it was, it was still early enough in the night to do everything you wanted. And you wanted to make him come in your mouth just as you had fantasised for weeks.

When you finally reached your destination, Cillian’s cock, was standing at attention in your hands. It was so long and thick that it made your small hands look positively tiny in comparison. You ran them up and down the length of his shaft, taking the time to trace every line and curve carefully.

‘Fuck, Y/N, this feels so fucking good’ Cillian groaned as he watched you with hooded eyes and you started stroking him more rhythmically. His head rolled back, his hips jutted forward, and you couldn't contain yourself any longer.

You inhaled all that you could at once, which admittedly wasn't much considering all that remained. You pulled your head back, sucking hard, and went down for another try, and another, and another, gorging on a little more of his shaft each time.

‘Jesus Christ’ Cillian groaned again loudly as you finally managed to take all of his length and he bottomed out against the back of your throat.

You grinned as you accomplished what you had hoped and began bobbing your head up and down his shaft.

Occasionally, you snuck glances at his face when you could; sometimes he was staring at you fixedly, his mouth pinched to a narrow line, other times his eyes were screwed tight.

‘Y/N, I am close, fuck, you need to stop’ you eventually heard him weakly say as you continued to pleasure him with your lips and tongue.

But, instead of stopping, you looked him straight in the eyes and took his cock deeper down your mouth.

‘Y/N, fuck’ he groaned, trying to delay his release until he realised that this was what you wanted as you continued to suck him eagerly.

Eventually, with another loud groan, his entire body tensed and you could feel his sweet cum spurt into the back of your throat. Rope after rope, you drank every drop and, when he finally came down from his high, you gently licked him clean and he sat up and pulled you into his lap, kissing you deeply.

‘You just kissed me after you came in my mouth’ you observed when your lips drifted apart which is something James, the only man you had ever been with before tonight, would never have done.

‘Does that bother you?’ Cillian asked concerned and you shook your head.

‘No, I think its fucking sexy’ you blurted out before kissing him again and, just as you did, you felt his erection reviving underneath your ass almost immediately.

While sucking on your tongue, his large hands grabbed around your waist and rolled you over on the blanket beside him.

He crawled over you and stuck his tongue in your ear, making you claw at his back until he whispered ‘When I said that I wanted to know what you taste like, I meant that I wanted to eat your pussy.’

This was probably the dirtiest thing you ever heard him say to you and you liked it a lot and wiggled out from underneath him just enough to spread your legs provocatively.

His breath on your legs, coupled with his revelation that he had been fantasising about licking you, made you quiver. He slowly kissed the inside of your thighs, occasionally brushing your soaking mound with his nose or his lips. You relished every second and it wasn’t long until he locked your gaze and pressed his tongue flat against your vulva.

‘Oh god yes, Cillian, fuck’ you moaned out as he was licking and sucking you.

He covered your labia and clitoris in wet kisses before sticking his tongue deep inside you, causing you to scream out louder than ever before.

As he continued to pleasure you, one of your hands was buried in his hair, tearing at it as he made your body go crazy whilst the other clenched against the blanket beneath you.

You remembered what Laura had said and there certainly was some truth to it. He was good, very good and it wasn't long before you'd built into another orgasm, but you didn't feel the need to warn him beforehand.

‘Oh, my fucking god’ you shouted out eventually as his wicked tongue sent you over the edge and your legs began to shake crazily while he pinned you down.

No man had ever made you cum with his tongue alone and the sensitivity on your clit following your orgasm was overwhelming and made you squirm.

Still, he continued to ply his tongue into your sensitive folds until you used both hands to pry his head back by his hair. He grinned from ear to ear, and you knew you were paying for teasing him earlier.

Languidly, he pulled his body over yours, pausing to kiss you here and there while you regained a little composure. His breath was heavy when he found himself at your ear again.

‘I want to be inside you’ he whispered and you nodded fervently.

He raised himself to his knees, his erection again at full mast. You felt a momentary twinge of nervousness. He was bigger than James and this worried you just a little.

‘Do you want me to go and get a condom?’ Cillian asked and you knew that he kept some upstairs in his bedside table which, ironically, Lindsay had bought for him.

‘No, I am on the pill. I want to feel you, all of you’ you said, biting your lips with anticipation.

This was all Cillian needed to hear and, within seconds, he lined himself up you’re your soaking wet entrance.

He knew that you had never been with another man other than James and was gentle and slow as he entered you, increasing the pace of his thrusts only after you'd had a chance to get used to his length and girth and began raising your hips up to meet his.

‘Oh god, you feel so fucking tight Y/N’ Cillian groaned as he thrusted in and out of you.

‘Cillian, fuck me harder, oh god’ you screamed out almost at the same time. He felt so amazing inside of you that you could barely breathe! You probably looked like the proverbial fish on dry land, gasping for air as you drown under wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.

You were almost grateful when he folded over you and groaned into your neck, the sound of your name from his lips bringing you to one last climax as he enjoyed his.

‘Fuck yes Cillian’ you groaned as you could feel him pulsate inside of you, filling you with his seed as you climaxed in sync.

By this point you had lost count of how many orgasms he'd given you, but you were fairly sure that you could make him come every hour on the hour for the next three or four days and still be in his debt.

You never had sex that good and you struggled to contain yourself after you both were breathless. Cillian held his body close to his as his breath normalized, and you shuddered as he pulled his softening cock from inside you, lamenting its absence and causing some of his cum to leak onto the blanket beneath you.

‘What do you think? Should we get to bed?’ he eventually huffed out and you nodded, but weren’t so sure whether you would be sleeping in the same or separate bedroom.

‘I might need some help getting up’ you giggled, knowing that you wouldn’t be walking straight for days.

Cillian was quick to flash up his phone and scoop you up from the floor in response to your comment and carry you to your bed.

‘Uhm, do you want me to stay with you?’ Cillian asked somewhat nervously and you bit your lip and nodded at him.

Within seconds, he slid into bed with you, turned off the flashlight on his phone before pulling the top sheet over your nude forms before sliding an arm around you to curl you into his warm body.

‘This was incredible, even better than I had ever imagined’ he said and you nuzzled into the soft hair that sparsely covered his chest, still reeling that the most amazing wet dream you'd ever had had happened during your waking hours.

***

The following morning, you were woken by your phone which rang not once, not twice but three times in total until you finally answered it.

‘Hey, what’s up’ you huffed out with a dusty head while Cillian was stirring besides you.

‘I really need to talk Y/N, I am sorry. I know that Cillian is seeing someone by the name of Lindsay and I am really fucking upset about it’ Laura went on to say before telling you once again that she wasn’t over the break up and suspected that he was seeing her and Lindsay at the same time.

‘I can’t really talk about this right now’ you said, your head pounding as Cillian’s arm wrapped around you.

‘Can you call me back when you can please. I know you said that you wanted to stay out of this, but there is more to it’ Laura then said and you were immediately overwhelmed with guilt.

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kbuggg3 · 3 years

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JC Caylen Imagine: “Don’t Be Sorry”

Today's has been a pretty eventful day to say the least. While my boyfriend JC was out with some old friends who came into town to visit him, me and my dad got into a fight... again.

But the thing that hurts the most is not only is this the 4th time in a row he's been caught, but I'm the one that keeps witnessed it. Your probably wonder "the 4th time? Why do you keep falling for his bullshit?"

Welp. He's my dad. I'm not just gonna give up on him completely. When we would catch him doing something he would let fake tears fall from his eyes as he was apologizing to us and we would forgive him.

And then we'd catch him again, he'd apologize, we'd forgive him. It was an endless cycle. But this time I knew I can't get my hopes up to high anymore.

My mom always told me it takes years to build trust and seconds to destroy it. I felt that. He didn't only ruin my trust with him, but my trust with everyone else. I let everything that happened get to my head and now I have major trust issues. With the exception of one person.

JC Caylen

Before i met JC my life was pretty miserable. I lived in Florida with my mom and my older sister. After my mom and dad got divorced, my family slowly started going down hill.

My dad was barely in the picture due to his constant sneaking around as he was hooking up with random people and getting drunk and being so lazy that he never even bothered covering his tracks, allowing us to discover his dirty little secrets for ourselves.

My poor brother was clueless. Had no idea what his own father was doing behind his back and we didn't bother telling him because 1.) he was a very sensitive boy at the time and 2.) he looked to my dad for everything. My dad was his role model.

After awhile of all of this, my sister was diagnosed with depression. Not too severe but even the smallest bit can make you feel like shit. And as for me, I struggled with self love. Because I didn't really have a good male figure on my life I looked to guys for verification.

But after i spent a week with him and the rest of the O2l house at Vidcon i felt like my life was finally picking up. Fast forward a couple years and my sisters depression is gone, my brother grew up to be an amazing dad of 2 kids, and as for me, i stopped looking for verification in guys and me and JC started dating.

We've been dating for 2 years now and he has been nothing but amazing. I love him so much and I know he loves me. Ever since we've started dating people have been telling me they've never seen me so happy before or they've never seen me smile or laugh that much before.

I just wished he was here to comfort me right now. I haven't told him what happened yet. I didn't wanna ruin his day. He was hanging out with some old friends of his who flew down to visit him.

I wasn't gonna burden him with my stupid family issues while he was out with his friends. I turned on a random disney movie and began to watch as I continued to cry at random times when the old memories would pop up in my mind.

I would squeeze my eyes shut and burry my head in my pillow trying to make them stop but they never went away, no matter how hard i tried. Eventually I decided enough was enough. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to call JC. I grabbed the phone and went to his name in my contacts. I dried my tears and took a few deep breaths to stop myself from crying so he wouldn't notice and be too worried.

After attempting to recollect myself, i pressed call, holding the phone up to my ear as i heard it ring. A few seconds later the line picked up and i heard his sweet voice on the other end.

"What's up baby." JC said in a super deep voice cause you to giggle only slightly.

"Hey JC. Um, I was just wondering when you were gonna be home?"

"Is my girl missing me already?"

"What do mean already you've been gone for hourrrrsssss." She groaned causing him to chuckle.

"I know baby I'm sorry. I'll actually be home soon."

I sighed with relief before responding, "Thank god!"

"Is everything ok (y/n)?"

Shit. Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry.

She sniffles a little and swallowed hard.

"Y-ya baby why do you ask?" My breath was uneven and he could tell.

"No no. Your not ok. I'm coming over right now."

Don't mess this up (y/n) he's having fun. Don't ruin his day.

"JC it's fine. I'm gonna be ok. Just go hang out with your friends. Have fun!"

"Gonna be?!"

I pulled back and cringed at my own words. Shouldn't have said that.

"Gonna be ok??? (y/n) what happened???" JC exclaimed again. She sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"JC I'm-"

Tell him your fine. He's with his friends. He doesn't need this right now.

Tell him what you tell everyone else in your life. Your fine.

"It's my dad again." I said with tears in my eyes.

What the fuck (y/n)! How could you?!

He can tell by my voice I was crying.

"Fuck. Baby I'm coming over right now." He side sternly. Was he mad?

"N-no JC it's ok really I-"

"No! (y/n) it's not ok! Baby he's put you through so much shit and I'm tired of it! You don't deserve that! You nor your family!" He began to shout a little and it caused her to cry harder. Not because I'm scared of him. But because he cared so much and that meant the world to her. He's the only one who gets it.

He did a deep sigh and you already knew he was running his hands through his hair and pacing, something he did when he was stressed, nervous, or in this case pissed off.

"I'm coming over. I'll be there in a few just hang on ok?"

At first no words were spoken. She didn't want to agree because she still felt bad about burdening him with it. But she was going to lose her fucking mind if he wasn't holding her ASAP so she finally spoke a barely audible "ok".

Immediately the phone call was ended. (y/n)'s phone slid out of her hand and onto the floor. She sat there curled up on her bed for awhile, staring blankly at the floor as her head was leaned on the head rest.

The thoughts and images filled her head again and she began to cry and cry and cry. "Go away." She whispered with quivering lips. "Go away!"

Not too long after the phone call she heard keys rattling as whoever was on the other side, who she assumed was JC, tried to open the door. She then heard footsteps quickly going up the stairs.

Her teary eyes slowly looked up to the door and saw the door knob slowly being turned, then the door opened revealing her boyfriend. In her mind she was smiling, finally being able to see him, but on the outside she unintentionally showed the opposite.

They made eye contact and (y/n) saw the sympathetic look on JC's face. She hated it when people would look at her like that and he knew it. He just couldn't help it. It makes her feel weak and helpless even tho those are the exact words that describe her in this moment.

When she saw the look on his face she quickly looked away, turning her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut as more tears slipped down her cheeks, slightly embarrassed by her fragile appearance.

She felt the bed beside her dip down meaning JC was now sitting next to her on the bed.

"Baby..."

JC gently touched her chin and moved it to where her eyes had nowhere else to look but his.

"I... I am so sorry."

After looking into his beautiful brown eyes, (y/n) finally gave in and buried her face in his shoulder as she sat in his lap in a straddle like position.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and the more she cried the tighter she would hold on. In return JC would squeeze her back, both arms wrapped around her waist. He then began to run his hand through her hair and draw small circles on her back in a soothing motion.

JC continued to whisper little nothings in her ear as she gripped his shirt that was soaked with her tears.

"You don't deserve this."

"None of this is your fault."

"You're an amazing girl."

"You're my amazing girl."

After a few minutes or so of them sitting in silence, JC asked her if she wanted to lay down and cuddle while they watched a movie. (y/n) could only nod her head as they repositioned themselves to where she was laying on JC's stomach with her face still buried in his chest. He put on her favorite Disney movie "Finding Nemo" hoping it would encourage her to lift her head and hopefully help calm her.

When she heard the music play softly from the TV she slowly and hesitantly lifted her head from JC's chest as she positioned her head to where she could see the movie displayed on the large screen. JC smiled at her and kissed the top of her head. Occasionally throughout the movie he would rub her back soothingly, play with her hair, and give her kisses on the top of her head or forehead, causing (y/n) to smile slightly.

"Thank you... Seriously," (y/n) said quietly. He was surprised at first, judging by the fact that neither of them have said a word to each other for about an hour (not in a rude way of course but because there was no need for words. They just needed time to think and relax). "No problem, baby. I love you so so much."

(y/n) look up at him, resting her chin on his chest. He noticed how the red puffiness in her eyes went down and there was not a tear in sight, causing his heart to warm and a smile to make its way across his face. "I love you too." They shared a short but sweet kiss and went to sleep cuddled up in their bed as "Finding Nemo" continued to play and lull them into a deep and peaceful sleep.

ngl I hate writing sad stuff (unless y’all request it obvi) but I got this idea and couldn’t get it out of my head so you’re welcome. If you have any requests and/or feedback let me know plz! Love y'all💋 ~Kbug :)

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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If we are not this, then what are we? - pt. 10

A/N: This one is kind of short but I like it and I especially like my Aaron Taylor-Johnson up there bc he so cute and if I get a chance to put his gif on my fic I WILL TAKE IT! I love LOVE that man. Also, yeah... the fic is done.

I guess, James didn’t think much since he found out that somebody wiped his memory. He knew he would see you quite soon because both of you, Will, Davie and Sirius were called into Slughorn’s office. He didn’t understand why Slughorn’s office since you were the only Slytherin and wasn’t even physically in a fight with the rest of four but he would be lying, if he said he wasn’t excited to see you.

Something changed in him that day. He was determined to find out what happened and blame it on the potion. He had an excuse and you couldn’t be mad at him for something somebody else has done. Right?

He stormed into the office with a wide beam, looking around until his eyes landed on the two side-braids. “Oh, she’s wearing braids. I like her with those.” he said utterly to himself until he saw the looks of everybody else in the room. He slapped his hand over his mouth and removed it slowly. “Did I say that out loud?” he whispered meanwhile Sirius, who was standing behind him, leaned over and whispered back.

“Yes, you did, mate. Quite embarrasing.”

James flushed red as he looked at you, whose face expression was a bit flattered but still angry. He could feel himself grin under the serious expression he was trying to show off. It wasn’t going well, since McGonagall, who was standing on next to Slughorn and Sprout, was glaring meanwhile the other two slightly smiling to themselves.

Will was not even looking at the other two Gryffindors in the room, just staring forward with a serious expression. You were seated next to him, meanwhile Davie was on your right, glaring at the two boys who just entered the office.

He turned his head to the professors and started. “I don’t know why we are even here, professor. Potter started it all and he said some awfully cruel things to (y/n). Will and I have only been protecting her honor. Some gentlemen Gryffindors are.” he sneered at James, shooting him knives with his furious glare.

“Now, no need to insult the Gryffindor house, deary.” said Pomona Sprout, shaking her head lightly. “Violence is still violence.”

“I agree with professor Sprout.” said McGonagall, catching Sirius and James smug faces as they started smirking at Davie. “But I also agree with Mister Coleman.” she stared at her two Gryffindors. “I expected more honorable attitude from both of you.”

“But professor someone drugged James!” Sirius intruded with his hoarse voice. “Somebody slid him a potion to not remember what happened at the pa-AAAARRGHGH!!” Sirius grabbed his knee and shot a glare to James, knowing exactly what he almost spat out. “Pajama party.” Sirius smiled awkwardly at the professors as they exchanged confused looks.

Will and Davie both rolled their eyes, leaning forward and mirroring each other. “Professor, we did wrong and we accept whatever punishment you give us but I will not appologise to someone who disrespected our best friend’s name.” Will spoke calmly and soothly, painting a small simper on your lips.

“Best friend? “ James furrowed his eyebrows, switching his gaze from you to Will.

You haven’t looked at anybody since you have gotten here. You felt an incredible shame in your body, bringing your own house this much embarrasment.

Slughorn could see the confliction in your eyes. He hasn’t spoken a word since you walked in,so he crossed his fingers and put his palms on the desk, smiling kindly. “Miss (Y/n).” he said and your head shot up, looking into his eyes and feeling more shame as you did. “Do you have anything to say?” he asked and you knew exactly what you had to answer to satisfy your head of the house.

You had to prove him you were still a Slytherin. Just as always.

“I wish this fight would never had happened over me. I did storm out of class but I was not part of it. I left because I didn’t want this fight to go any further. If Will and Davie did protect my name, then I am forever grateful for that but they did not have to do it. It was their free will, not my order- therefore I had nothing to do for the things that followed my argument with James Fleamont Potter. I had never caused any trouble before and I did never intend to or ever will. I only wish to graduate Hogwarts and be on my merry way.” you explained honestly, your heart calm and steady.

Slughorn smiled proudly. “Alright then, go on then. You don’t deserve to be here.”

“I think that she had-”

“With all due respect professor McGonagall,” you turned as you were just about to walk out. “-however you would like to punish me, you cannot. It was not your class and I am not in your house, therefore the only people who can punish me for the things I have done, are professor Sinatra and my own Head of the House.” you nodded and left the room, hearing a small whisper as you did.

“She’s a Slytherin alright.” you heard McGonagall but if you were honest with yourself, you smiled to it.

Why? Because you were a Slytherin and Slytherins know how to get out of certain situations without paying the consequences. Slytherins have something other houses do not. They know the magic behind words and they know how to find resources when nobody else can.

Being a Slytherin is so much more than being hated by other houses.

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You waited for the meeting to be over. You were sprawled on the couch with a book you had never gotten the time to finish. You weren’t really interested in the book, more or so into what will happen to the boys who were held up-stairs.

“I cannot believe she gets away and I get to spend every weekend with Filch!” you heard Sirius complain an hearing the Hufflepuffs laugh.

“Afraid of some housekeeper, Black?” Davie teased as Will beside him laugh.

“Bog off, DAviE!” Sirius mocked in return. “Bet if Remus were here, he’d know how to get us out of this mess.” he whispered to James, stopping at sudden realization. “Where is Moony anyway? And Wormy?” he started to think. “To be honest I haven’t seen them since the whole drama started.”

“That’s because they are smarter than us.” James smiled, shoving his fist into Sirius shoulder as his eyes landed on you. “I’ll be right back.” he said to Sirius and curved his path to you.

You could see him standing in front of you but you didn’t dare yourself to look. You were still upset from what he said to you... what he had done.

He knew that look on you. You always had it whenever he did something to you when both of you were kids.

“It’s funny how long time ago it was and I can still know that you are angry with me.” he started, sitting on the sofa next to you as you continued to stare at the book and ignore him. “You pretend I’m not here but the laws of physics and biology prove that you can hear me with your two heathy ears and feel me when I’m sitting right next to you...” he leaned forward and started speaking more softly. “All you have to do is look at me, (y/n).”

He spoke with the voice that sent so many emotions through your body. Your mind was blurring out the words in front, your stomach doing flops inside of you and your whole nerve-system collapsing. Your heart was crying because he triggered these emotions and these memories in you that showed you just how much you loved him.

You looked up at him but kept your face cold.

A corner of his mouth quirked up for a moment but since you didn’t let him see that you were not having it, he quickly hid it back. “I know you probably hate me right now.”

“I do.” you lied but kept your voice loud and steady.

“I know... but you have to believe me that I did not mean what I said. Not a word. It all just came out-”

“Because you were hungover from the night before?”

“Because I was drugged!” he furrowed his eyebrows and wanted to reach out to you, yet stopped himself before he could do so. “Madam Pomfrey said that whatever memory I lost was connected strongly to my emotions and my subconscious. She said that whatever that was erased from my head, couldn’t be erased from my heart- then I got the migrane- and I know it sounds dumb and stupid but I know it in my bones that you had to do something with it. So when I asked you that day if something happened... was it true what you said? Did really nothing happen?”

You didn’t even think before you spoke. “We kissed.” you said, sitting with your feet on the ground and your book on your lap. His head shot back and his eyes spread wide. “I found you wine drunk at the lake, you appologised, told me you were deeply in love with me and then my sod of an arse allowed you to kiss me.” you spat one word after another, standing up and glaring at him.

“Then why are you so mad?” he stood up as well, smiling as if somehting was lift off his chest.

“Because you didn’t remember and when you didn’t remember you treated me like I was some rubbish not worth a kind word.”

“But I’m telling you that was someone-”

“Someone drugged you! I know! But that does not excuse you from what you did!?” you shouted as all of the students in the common room started to stare. “You blame it on the potion, or the drug or whoever slipped it into your stupid wine but at the end it was still you who said those words, still your thoughts, your voice, your anger, your disrespect! You embarrassed me and I put shame on my house because of you! If you think I’ll forgive you, I won’t.”

You continued to glare at his hazel round eyes, feeling as you were about to burst inside but keeping it all bottled up with all the force you could provide. You stood your ground firm and strong.

“But-”

“No buts, Potter. Leave.” you growled. “I want you to leave.”

And so... with the last glance at you, shock and bewildermened, he walked past you and out of the common room... realizing that he could never find an excuse for something terribly he has done to you.

#james potter #jamesp otter imagine #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #marauders ima #Marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauder #marauder x reader

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rushingheadlong · 4 years

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Love Him From Where You Are - A Maylor Fic

Summary: Five times Roger was sure that Brian didn’t love him, and one time he knew that he did.

Wordcount: ~7,200

Tags/Warnings: H/C, pining, early Queen, some vague allusions to sex but nothing explicit

Notes: Written for @meddows-taylor for the LOC Event hosted by @dtfrogertaylor! I had so much fun working on this fic even if I had to scramble to finish it in time! I hope you still like it (and can forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes I might have missed).

ETA: Now posted to AO3 here.

1968

“He doesn’t swing that way, you know.”

Roger, who had been looking out the window of the small pub where Smile just finished playing a gig, glances over at Tim. The comment came out of nowhere and Roger isn’t feigning confusion when he says, “The fuck are you talking about?”

Tim has his head propped up on one hand, his other tapping against the tabletop. He had left the stage full of energy and riding the high of their show, as they all had, but now he’s quieter and a little withdrawn as he glances out over the room instead of looking directly at Roger. “Brian. He’s not interested in men.”

Roger’s heart leaps into his throat as he suddenly, painfully, is all too aware of what Tim is hinting at. “Still don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies as he reaches for his drink with a hand that’s not quite as steady as he wants it to be.

“Yeah, I’m sure you don’t,” Tim says dryly. He’s still not really looking at Roger, which the drummer appreciates, because it makes it easier to listen when Tim keeps talking. “I’ve known Brian for a little while now. Four, five years maybe? Long enough that I’ve seen him in plenty of social situations to know where his interests lie. He may be shit at talking to girls, but at least he talks to ‘em. I’ve never, not once, seen him even look twice at a guy.”

“And you’re telling me this because…?”

“Because I don’t want you to get hurt,” Tim says. He finally looks over at Roger and Roger knows that he wasn’t slick enough to keep the look of genuine surprise off his face. Tim smiles at him, a little crookedly but still sincere enough, and adds, “Listen, Rog, whatever - or whoever - you do in your free time, I don’t give a shit. Really couldn’t care less. But you’re a good guy and I don’t want you to get your hopes up chasing something that’s never going to happen.”

Roger takes another sip of his drink and mulls over the bassist’s words. He hasn’t known Tim for very long, all things considered, but Roger can’t think of a single reason why he would lie about this. He doesn’t stand anything to gain from it - Roger has seen Tim go home with plenty of girls since joining Smile to know where he stands - and it’s clear from the tone and secrecy of the conversation that he’s not trying to humiliate Roger either.

That doesn’t stop Roger from being embarrassed, though. He knew that his growing crush on his bandmate wasn’t going to lead anywhere good, but he at least thought that he was hiding it well.

“Does he know?” Roger asks after a moment. He’s dreading Tim’s answer, but if Brian has also picked up on this he’d rather know about it now so he can quit the band and disappear before having to face the humiliation of Brian trying to gently let him down.

Tim laughs outright at the question, which is enough of an answer even before he says, “Mate, you could tell Brian that you fancy him to his face and I still don’t think he’d really understand what you’re saying. Trust me, he doesn’t know anything.”

Roger snorts and mutters, “Yeah, that sounds about right for him,” before draining the rest of his glass.

Part of him wishes that Brian wasn’t so oblivious to social advances from others, because then he could just flirt with the guitarist to figure out if Brian returned his interest - but if what Tim is saying is true and Brian isn’t interested in men at all, then it’s probably for the best that Brian won’t know about Roger’s feelings. At least they’re both spared the embarrassment of it all, that way.

“He-ey!” Brian says loudly as he finally rejoins them at the table with the next round of drinks, which he sets down so roughly that the beer sloshes over the side of the glasses.

“Watch it, May!” Tim says with a laugh as he pushes one of the drinks over to Roger and takes one for himself. “Christ, you’re such a fucking lightweight.”

“Am not,” Brian says with a laugh as he practically falls into the seat next to Roger. His shoulder knocks into Roger’s as Brian reaches for his drink, and Roger prays that his face isn’t as flushed as it feels. “Just had a few shots at the bar, that’s all.”

“And you didn’t bring any back for us?” Roger mock-complains, trying to ignore the way that Brian’s leg is pressed against his own.

“Wasn’t buying them for myself,” Brian says. His voice is slurred from the shots he took - or were given to him - at the bar but his smile is small and pleased, like the cat that stole the cream.

It’s not a look that Roger is used to seeing from Brian, and clearly the alcohol is to thank for it now, but he still finds Brian’s almost-smug expression unbearably attractive. Roger wants to kiss it off his face and lick into Brian’s mouth until he can taste the vodka from those shots himself - but he stops those thoughts before he can let himself get too carried away, and distracts himself with his drink as Tim leers at Brian and asks, “Are you gonna go home with her, then?”

Brian pauses with his own glass halfway to his mouth and looks genuinely confused as he says, “What?”

Tim throws his head back and laughs, loud and raucous, and after a moment Brian falls into a fit of drunken giggling as well. “You really are fucking hopeless, Bri,” Tim says with an exasperated shake of his head.

“Am not,” Brian mumbles. He slouches against Roger, and Roger knows that he should elbow him away… but he doesn’t. Not even when Brian nuzzles against Roger’s shoulder and his hair brushes against Roger’s neck, and Roger has to shift to relieve the growing tightness in his jeans.

Brian is just drunk, he tells himself. This doesn't mean anything.

“Yeah,” Tim says, locking eyes with Roger and giving him a knowing - and slightly pitying - look. “You honestly are.”

1970

Tim leaves the band with very little fanfare, all things considered. They’ve just finished a gig and Brian and Roger are each a few drinks in when Tim hits them with the news. Later, Roger will remember that Tim hadn’t been drinking himself and he’ll wonder if Tim’s unusual sobriety was supposed to be a warning that something was coming - but in the moment, Roger just feels so gobsmacked by the announcement that he’s not thinking much of anything at all.

“You can’t leave,” Brian says, and the response would sound automatic if there wasn’t a hint of panic behind his words. “You can’t- Tim, please.”

“I’m sorry, Brian.” The apology sounds sincere but there’s no remorse in Tim’s eyes as he stands and drains the rest of his drink. “I have to give this a go.”

“Tim,” Brian says as the bassist starts to walk away and then, louder, “Tim!’

Roger’s ears are still ringing with static but he finally finds his voice enough to say, “Brian, let him go.”

“No!” Brian says, shaking his head frantically. “No, we need him, we need to get him back-”

“We can find another singer,” Roger cuts in. Brian’s frantic energy is making Roger’s heart race uncomfortably fast in his chest, but he tries to stay calm enough to reason with his friend. “Another bassist, we can- Brian, we can still make this work without him.”

“We can’t!” Brian snaps, and the frustration and anger in his voice feels like a slap in the face to Roger, even though he knows it’s not directed at him. “For fuck’s sake, I’m only still playing because he was the one who wanted to form a new band!”

Roger feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water down his spine. “What the hell are you saying?”

Brian downs the rest of his drink and stands up, muttering, “Sorry, Rog, I just- I need some space.”

“Brian, no, c’mon,” Roger tries to reach for Brian’s arm but the guitarist pulls it out of his reach and, without a backwards glance towards Roger, he too walks away.

The night goes a little hazy from there, details lost in a blur of alcohol and self-pity and loneliness. Smile was the best thing going for Roger at the moment and losing the band stings, but the memory of Brian pulling away from him, walking away, leaving him makes Roger’s entire chest ache with a pain that doesn’t go away, no matter how much he drinks.

I need some space, Brian had said, but Roger needs him. He needs Brian at his side, he needs to know that their friendship is going to survive this, he needs to know that things will be alright even if it feels like his world is crumbling around him…

But, apparently, Brian doesn’t need him.

Somehow, Roger makes it home that night. He knows this only because he wakes up on the sofa in the flat he shares with Freddie and recognizes his surroundings in the split-second before the after-effects of the previous night slam into him like a freight train. Roger doesn’t even try to make it to the bathroom, just leans over the side of the sofa and empties the contents of his stomach onto the living room floor.

Or what should be the living room floor. A wastebasket is moved under the line of fire at the last second and a gentle hand brushes Roger’s hair out of his face as he heaves until his stomach aches as much as the pounding in his skull and there are tears and snot dripping down his face.

“Easy, Rog, you’re alright,” a familiar voice says, though it’s not Freddie. Whoever it is wipes a damp washcloth over Roger’s face and helps him lie back down on the sofa, and it’s only then that Roger sees that, for some reason, Brian is the one taking care of him.

“What are you doing here?” he tries to ask, though talking is difficult and it comes out sounding more like Whatru d’ng hrr?

Luckily Brian seems to be able to understand Roger’s slurred words because he smiles, a little uncertainly, and says, “Freddie let me in. I wanted to apologize for running off last night and talk to you about finding a new singer for Smile… but that all can wait until you’re less hungover.”

There are a dozen questions bouncing around Roger’s mind at that, each one only aggravating his headache more until he feels nauseous from the pain all over again, and he settles for mumbling a simple “‘kay” rather than trying to voice any of them.

Brian brushes Roger’s hair out of his face again, and then his hand moves away and he stands up - and Roger whines, reaching out for him like he did last night, only this time he lets slip a quiet, “Stay” that he knows he’ll regret later.

Brian chuckles, though it’s not malicious, and says, “I’m just getting you some water, Rog. I don’t want my friend dying of dehydration on me today.”

Friend.

Right.

That’s what they are, after all. Just friends, no matter that in this moment of miserable vulnerability Roger wants to pretend that they could be more. He wants to pretend that Brian’s gentle touches hold hidden depths, that his familiarity with the tiny flat is because he’s the one who lives here with Roger rather than Freddie, that Brian is taking care of him because he loves him and not because it’s the sort of thing that the kind-hearted bastard would do for any of his friends… but he knows none of that will ever be true.

So while Brian fetches a glass of water Roger shores up his heart, pushes down his useless feelings that have spiraled out of control while he wasn’t paying attention, and tells himself to be thankful that Brian didn’t walk out of his life altogether last night alongside Tim. Brian will only ever be his friend, and getting upset at the truth of that won’t change things - no matter how much he wishes that it could.

1971

The studio is cold. Roger isn’t sure whether it’s just the chill of the London winter permeating through everything, like it does with his flat and the market stall and their practice room at Imperial College, or if the studio managers don’t feel like wasting the money by heating the place during the off-hours, never mind that that’s the only time Queen can record.

Some nights the kettle sees more use than Roger’s drum kit as they spend hours recording Brian’s guitar parts or singing backing vocals until no amount of tea can keep their throats from rasping painfully with every breath of dry, cold air. It’s a long, tiring grind but none of them complain because they all know that this demo will be their chance to finally make it.

(Roger tries not to think about how Smile had recorded demos as well, and how little that meant when Tim got a better offer and walked away. This is different - he knows it is, even if it’s sometimes hard to see that in the early hours of the morning with too little progress to show for a night spent hard at work.)

Freddie sits down next to Roger and slumps tiredly against him, and Roger debates pushing him away for a moment before deciding that he doesn’t have the energy to really care. Besides, Freddie is warm against his side and they’ll all have to get back to recording soon enough, once John returns from wherever he’s disappeared to… and once Chrissie says goodbye to Brian and leaves the studio.

That relationship is new, still in the honeymoon phase, and given what Roger knows of Brian’s schedule he can’t imagine they manage to see much of each other most days. So it makes sense for her to stop by the recording studio in the evenings to catch up with Brian while they all take a break, but Roger hates it.

It’s not even that he hates her. From the few conversations they’ve had, she certainly seems like a nice enough girl and Brian is smitten enough to turn Roger’s stomach. But he still hates seeing the two of them together. He hates the soft smile that Brian gives her. He hates the way she curls up against Brian’s side when they cuddle on the couch. He hates their flirty giggles and Chrissie’s gentle fussing and the kisses they steal when they think no one is watching.

And Roger hates that he can’t stop watching them. He tries, god, he tries to focus on anything else… but his eyes keep drifting back to the couple - no, to Brian.

To Brian’s hands, lingering on her waist, thumbs pushing her shirt up just enough to brush across bare skin. To Brian’s hair, now grown out and starting to curl again, and how he has to push it out of his face before he leans down to kiss her. To Brian’s mouth, his chapped lips and the way his tongue darts out to lick at them, and to the curve of his nose when he nuzzles at her neck, and to his long legs, spread wide so she can sit between them, fitting against Brian like she was meant to be there.

Roger wonders if they would fit together just as well, if it was him in Brian’s arms instead of her. He wonders if John would fondly roll his eyes at them, or if Freddie would crack innuendos between takes when they couldn’t keep their eyes off each other… Roger wonders what it would be like to really be able to look at Brian, to stare openly at him instead of stealing glances out of the corner of his eyes, because Brian would be his and not hers.

The impossibility of it all still stings, but after all these years there’s a familiarity to the pain that Roger can’t let go of, like a sore tooth that he keeps worrying at with his tongue long after the point where he should stop.

“You might want to stop staring at Chrissie all the time, darling, unless you’re looking for a fight with Brian,” Freddie says out of the blue. Roger drags his eyes away from the couple and over to Freddie. The singer’s tone was mild when he spoke but there’s a slight furrow in his brows that belies his true concern.

“Wasn’t staring at her,” Roger says. “Just zoned out.”

“Hmm,” Freddie hums. “You do seem to zone out quite a bit when she’s around, though.”

Roger sighs, and shrugs Freddie off his shoulder. “Piss off, Fred,” he says, though there’s no heat behind it. “I’m not fucking staring at Chrissie, I promise.”

“So it’s just coincidence then?” Freddie challenges. Roger doesn’t bother responding to that and Freddie huffs a little and says, “Fine. But don’t come to me when Brian-” He cuts off with a sharp inhale and Roger knows that his charade is up, even before Freddie says, more tentatively than before, “Rog, are you…?”

“Does it matter?” Roger cuts in, before Freddie can finish the question that Roger doesn’t want to hear. “He has Chrissie now.”

“It seems to matter an awful lot to you,” Freddie says softly. “Did you ever say something to him?”

Roger knows that Freddie isn’t likely to let the subject go now that he’s started it so he steals himself and musters up the energy to confess, “No. There was never any point in saying anything, because I didn’t think he was interested in men.”

There’s a beat of silence before Freddie asks, “Are you quite sure about that, dear?”

Roger closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall behind him. He feels tired down to his very bones, and it’s not entirely due to the lateness of the hour. “No,” he admits. Tim had seemed certain of that, back at the beginning, but Roger has spent too long watching Brian from afar and he’s not sure of anything anymore. “But even if he is, he’s not interested in me.”

“How can you know that if you never said anything-”

“Because it’s been three years, Fred,” Roger interrupts. “Three years of looking at him, and he’s never once looked back.”

It’s another several moments before Freddie speaks again, and all he offers up is a quiet, “I’m sorry, Rog.”

Roger doesn’t look at him and pretends that he didn’t hear the comment at all - and this time, Freddie lets the conversation drop.

Later, after Chrissie leaves and John wanders back in so they can return to recording, Brian crosses the room and holds a large thermos out to Roger. “Do you want this?” he asks. “It’s coffee, Chrissie brought it in, but if I drink it I won’t get any sleep before my class in the morning.”

Brian has a lopsided half-smile on his face, a little tired but still full of the same fond affection that he’s always shown Roger. It’s nothing like the look he gives to Chrissie, but Roger cherishes it nonetheless because this one at least is his.

“Yeah, sure. Thanks,” Roger says with a small grin of his own, one that manages to stay casual even as his heart skips a beat only because he’s had years to perfect it.

Brian’s smile widens, just a little, just for a moment, before he leaves to grab his guitar. Roger looks down at the thermos in his hands and can see the spot where Brian already took a sip, before he realized it was coffee and not the less-caffeinated tea that he usually prefers at this hour. He stares at it, at that faint mark along the rim, and when he takes a drink he presses his lips over the same spot, letting himself pretend that it could mean something, anything, at all.

And across the room Freddie watches him with sad, knowing eyes that Roger can’t quite bring himself to meet as he starts tapping out the beat to their next song.

1973

They stagger into the hotel late only to find a mistake with their reservations - instead of their usual arrangement of two rooms each with two single beds, the hotel can only give them a queen bed for one of the rooms. They take the keys with no small amount of resignation, and make their way to elevator where they ride up to their floor in silence, the the four of them looking at each other with varying degrees of exhaustion and none of them eager to volunteer to share a bed at the end of a nightmarishly long day of travel and performing.

Brian is the first to relent with a small sigh as he says, “I’ll take the queen room. I’m not tired enough to sleep yet and I’ll probably be up reading for some time anyway.”

It’s a practical suggestion, but one that makes the cards fall into place in the worst arrangement possible. Freddie is starting to come down with a head cold, and needs this chance to get some proper rest before their next gig - but Roger, after sharing so many rooms with John, knows that the bassist can’t sleep if any lights are left on at all.

Roger, the only one who isn’t sick and can fall asleep under almost any conditions, is unfortunately the best choice to share a bed with Brian.

Freddie must realize this too, because his eyes widen slightly and he gives Roger a quick look before opening his mouth to say something - but Roger beats him to the punch and says, “I’ll share with you, Bri. If you don’t mind.”

"I don't mind at all," Brian says with a faint smile.

That seems to settle the matter then, though Freddie keeps giving Roger concerned looks out of the corner of his eye. Ever since finding out about Roger's unrequited crush the singer has done his best to offer up distractions and commiseration when Roger needs it. It’s a gesture that Roger has come to appreciate, but one that’s not always necessary as Roger has gotten better about not letting things bother him like they would have in the past.

He can handle one night in the same bed with Brian. This isn’t going to be a problem for him at all.

Or so he thinks, until Brian unlocks the hotel room and Roger finally sees the situation he’s gotten himself into. Because the room is small, and the bed takes up almost all the available space. One dresser and two side tables round out the furniture, with no chairs or other lamps except those next to the bed. It’s intimately cramped, especially when Brian squeezes past Roger to set his bag down on the far side of the bed.

“Bit of a tight fit, but we’ll make it work, right Rog?” Brian says, with a lopsided smile. Roger can see his canines flash in the dim lights and Roger’s mouth goes dry, and he knows that he is screwed.

“Yeah, of course,” Roger says in a slightly strangled voice. He throws his suitcase down onto his side of the bed and quickly rifles through it, grabbing his shaving kit and a pair of pajamas at random before saying, “Going to shower first, d’you mind?” and fleeing to the bathroom before waiting for Brian’s response.

The thin door separating him from Brian isn’t enough for Roger to calm down. Bit of a tight fit, Brian had said, and Roger’s mind is running in dangerous circles, visions of Brian kneeling behind him, whispering those words in Roger’s ear as he-

“Stop that,” Roger mutters to himself as a he drags a hand down his face. Sharing a bed with Brian is going to be torturous enough without these sorts of thoughts running through Roger’s mind as well, so he steels himself and flicks the water temperature over to be a little colder before stepping inside.

Roger knows he can’t hide in the relative safety of the bathroom forever, but when he finally leaves he keeps his focus on pretending to sort through his luggage and not on how Brian has to brush close by him on his way to the bathroom himself - and then Roger is alone, staring down the bed that seems to be shrinking before his very eyes.

He turns off his light and climbs under the covers, and tries to focus on falling asleep before Brian gets out of the shower, but he doesn’t quite manage it. He’s too consumed by Brian, the sound of him banging an arm against wall of the shower, the faint ditty he hums when the water shuts off and he dries himself off, (the mental image of Brian in the shower, Brian toweling himself off, Brian with wet skin and water dripping off his curls onto Roger’s face as he leans over to kiss him-)

The bathroom door opens and Roger buries his face in his pillow, keeping his eyes closed and pretending to be fast asleep as Brian quietly calls out, “Rog? Are you still awake?”

When Roger stays quiet and doesn’t answer, Brian sighs softly and busies himself digging through his own suitcase for a moment. And then there’s the rustle of bedcovers, and the creak of the mattress as Brian climbs into bed next to Roger, and another small sigh as Brian gets settled into place with his book.

It’s quiet in the room now but Roger still can’t sleep. Brian is so close, close enough that Roger almost thinks he can feel the warmth of his body radiating out under the blankets. Or maybe it’s just Roger that’s flushed all over, heat pooling low in his gut and the rest of him burning up with embarrassment at not being able to rein in his emotions.

It would be so easy to reach for Brian while Roger feigns sleep. To roll over and close the space between their bodies, maybe even brush his arm or shoulder against Brian’s side, because what happens when he’s unconscious can’t be held against him. Except Roger wouldn’t be asleep, of course, and no matter what his heart wants he can’t take something that Brian wouldn’t freely give him if he knew Roger was awake.

So Roger holds himself apart and still and silent, listening to Brian turn the pages of his book, feeling him shift next to him on the bed, and finally hearing him click off his light before settling down to sleep himself. He rolls away from Roger, putting his back to the drummer, and the slight tension on the blankets breaks the dream that anything more than two friends sharing a bed would happen that night.

Roger listens as Brian’s breathing evens out and is replaced by light snoring, and then it’s just Roger left awake as the night creeps towards the early hours of the morning. Brian moves a little in his sleep but he never closes the distance between their two bodies and never rolls back over to face Roger, and Roger stays facing away from him as well. That, at least, is easier than looking at Brian sleeping next to him when Roger knows that this night will never be what he wants it to be.

1975

I’m sorry, Roger. I’m sorry. I can’t.

Roger thinks he might be sick. Or at least he feels like he should be sick because that seems like the right response here, but his body hasn’t quite caught up with that thought and his mind hasn’t entirely caught up with the reality of the situation, which is that he just kissed Brian… and Brian ran away.

Roger doesn’t know what else he expected. He doesn’t even really know why he did it, why today was the day when he decided to throw seven years of friendship out the window, but one moment he was watching Brian laugh in the late afternoon sun and the next his lips were on Brian’s, without any memory of having consciously decided to kiss his best friend.

For a moment, it was perfect. Brian’s lips were soft against his, dry and a little chapped but soft, and when Brian gasped Roger eagerly swallowed it down. Brian’s hands hovered in the air between them, before settling on Roger’s hips - just for a moment, just long enough for Roger’s heart to sing with happiness at finally, finally having everything he’s ever wanted - and then those same hands were pushing Roger away.

“I’m sorry, Roger,” Brian said, because of course he would apologize. Roger always knew that he would let him down gently, after all. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

And now Roger was alone, having finally ruined his oldest and best friendship, and probably the band as well, and he was so stupid for letting his guard down like that, and-

“Roger? You alright?”

It’s John and he’s giving Roger a look of wary concern, which is fair enough considering the state that Roger must be in. He hasn’t cried, not yet at least, but he can feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and he knows his hair must be a mess from the way he’s been pulling it in frustration and anger ever since Brian left.

“I’m fine,” Roger says but his voice cracks halfway through, and when John raises one unimpressed eyebrow Roger admits, “I’m not. I- I kissed Brian.”

Because what’s the point in keeping the secret now that Brian finally knows the horrible truth? Freddie has known for years, and John is bound to find out anyway when Brian leaves the band because he can’t stand being around Roger anymore-

Roger’s stomach lurches and he presses one hand over his mouth, because he doesn’t actually want to be sick now but that is a sickening thought - a life without Brian in it at all can only be bleak and boring, and Roger doesn’t know how he’s going to bear it.

“Oh,” John says, drawing Roger back out of his spiral of dark thoughts. “Is that it then?”

Roger gives John an incredulous look. “Is that it- I just told you I kissed Brian, that’s all you can say?”

John shrugs. “I’m honestly more surprised that you two haven’t kissed before this, if I’m being honest. You know he’s been in love with you for years, right?”

The words cut through Roger like a knife, so sharp and precise that if Roger didn’t know John so well he would think the man was deliberately trying to hurt him as much as possible. Still Roger laughs, though it sounds hollow even to his own ears, and he says, “He’s not. I promise you, he’s not.”

“He is,” John says simply. “I’ve watched the two of you, you know. Always staring at each other when you think the other one isn’t looking-”

“Brian doesn’t look at me, I would have seen-”

“Roger,” John cuts in gently. “Did you ever think that, like you, he didn’t want to be caught?”

Roger’s chest feels tight and his heart is beating painfully fast and he doesn’t know what game John is playing at here, but he can’t handle any more of this conversation. “Brian doesn’t feel like that about me,” he says, because he can’t speak the word love aloud, not now, not after all of this. “He doesn’t. He wouldn’t have run away if he did.”

“Well, did you tell him how you feel?” John asks.

“I told you, I kissed him!” Roger snaps.

“That’s not what I’m asking,” John says. He still sounds as calm as he did at the beginning of the conversation, and Roger almost hates him for being so unruffled when Roger’s entire world is falling to pieces around him. “Did you say something to him? Or did you just kiss him?”

Roger huffs a little and admits, “Well, I kissed him, but-”

“Rog,” John interrupts again. “This is Brian we’re talking about. He probably thought you were looking for a quick shag or something. You need to spell it out for him, not just snog him and hope he knows what you’re feeling.”

Roger opens his mouth to protest again… but then he pauses, and considers what John is saying. Because this isn’t the first time that he’s been told something similar - and he remembers a conversation in a dim pub after a Smile gig so many years ago, the laughter in Tim’s voice when he said, Mate, you could tell Brian that you fancy him to his face and I still don’t think he’d really understand what you’re saying.

He thinks about the years he spent looking at Brian, and those moments when he thought he saw Brian’s eyes wandering over to him that he dismissed as his own overactive imagination. He thinks about the hugs and casual, friendly touches that he couldn’t let himself believe lingered for a moment longer than they should. He thinks about coffees given to him because Brian knew he’d like them, and gentle fingers holding back his hair as he threw up after a night of drinking, and the warmth of Brian leaning against him in a pub or curled up on the other side of a shared bed…

And he lets himself wonder, for the first time, if maybe Brian had been holding himself at bay as much as Roger has been.

Roger has spent seven years scared to let himself hope, telling himself that it was impossible for Brian to return his affections, keeping that part of himself hidden away because he thought it would hurt less that way, even though the sting of heartache has never quite managed to fade. But now that hope is rising in his chest, bubbling up until he has no chance of stopping it - but he doesn’t want to stop it, not now, because god, if John is right about this then maybe… maybe...

“I have to talk to Brian,” Roger says suddenly, because what does he have to lose? Five minutes ago he thought his friendship with Brian was already ruined beyond repair. Coming clean about his feelings now can’t make that any worse, and the possibility that it might make things better is too tempting for even Roger to resist.

“You do,” John agrees with a small grin. “I saw him heading back towards the studio-”

That’s enough for Roger to take off, breaking into a jog after a few steps and then into a quick run, and he pushes through the door to the main studio at Ridge Farm out of breath and more than a little disheveled. He locks eyes with Brian, who’s sitting hunched over on the other side of the room and for a moment Roger almost loses his nerve entirely - but this is a conversation years in the making and it’s far too late to go back now.

Roger takes a deep breath and Brian’s fingers grip the edge of his chair so tightly that his knuckles shine white even in the dim lighting of the studio. “Brian,” Roger says at last. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

1976

Brian isn’t usually an early waker. He’s a night owl, through and through, always staying up into the late hours of the night and waking up long after everyone else has already gotten on with their day. Roger doesn’t mind so much - he likes having the mornings to himself, if he wants that, but he also likes spending long hours dozing next to Brian, wiling away his day until the other man finally starts to stir and Roger can coax him fully awake with gentle kisses and wandering hands.

So Roger is, understandably, a little surprised to wake up early on the morning of their first anniversary to find Brian conspicuously absent from their bed.

He’s a little disgruntled too because he had plans for this anniversary, starting with spoiling Brian with breakfast in bed - something that’s a little difficult to pull off when Brian disappeared while Roger was asleep. He waits for a few minutes, in case Brian just got up to grab a glass of water or take a piss, but when Brian doesn’t return to the bedroom Roger huffs, and gets up to go looking for him.

It’s not hard to find Brian. As soon as Roger opens the bedroom door he’s greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and warm toast… and something decidedly burnt that has Roger peering into the kitchen with no small amount of wariness.

Brian is there, as Roger suspected he would be, with the window open and a smoking pan in the sink and an almost-complete tray of breakfast on their small table. Brian is standing in front of the stove, poking a spatula cautiously at a few strips of bacon, as if he expects them to blow up in his face at any moment - and judging from the charred remains of bacon still sitting in the sink, Roger suspects that might have nearly been what happened the first time around.

Roger could very easily sneak up on Brian, if he wanted to. It’s almost laughably easy to startle Brian when he gets lost in his own head and Roger loves kissing him until he stops grumbling good-natured complaints under his breath, but that’s not what he wants today. So he purposefully makes a bit too much noise as he steps into the kitchen, and Brian turns to greet him with a bright smile.

“Roger! You’re not supposed to be awake yet!” Brian says with a small laugh.

Brian’s smile still takes Roger’s breath away, and his laughter still makes Roger’s heart do flips in his chest. It’s been a year but he almost can’t believe that Brian is looking at him like that, with so much love on his face that Roger doesn’t quite know what to do with it all. To think, that if Roger hadn’t bared his heart to Brian after that near-disastrous kiss at Ridge Farm, they might never have ended up here at all.

“Good morning to you too,” Roger says, just because he knows that will get Brian laughing again - it does, and Roger’s smile only widens at the sound of it. “Why are you awake this early anyway?”

Brian sighs, deflating a little, and turns back to give the bacon another discouraged poke. “I wanted to make you breakfast in bed, but as it turns out I don’t know how to make much besides toast and coffee.”

Roger crosses the small kitchen and wraps an arm around Brian’s waist. The bacon in the pan is soggy and wholly unappetizing but Roger doesn’t comment on that and instead says, “Hey, don’t sell yourself short. You cut up the fruit as well.”

Brian laughs and kisses the top of Roger’s head. “I suppose that’s something, yeah.” He glances down at the pan and sighs again, and asks a bit tentatively, “Any hope of salvaging the bacon?”

“I don’t think so, no,” Roger admits, and reaches out to shut off the burner. “You’re braver than me, though. I wasn’t even going to try to cook you breakfast, I was planning on just running down to the bakery for pastries.”

Brian perks up a little again, a faint smile returning to his face as he asks, “Wait… You were going to-?”

“Give you breakfast in bed as well? Yeah,” Roger tells him. “But someone had to choose today of all days to wake up early and ruin my plans…”

“I’m sorry, Rog,” Brian says with a small laugh and a twinkle in his eye that makes it obvious that he’s not really that sorry about ruining Roger’s plans. “I just wanted to spoil you today. It is our anniversary, you know.”

“Is it? I had no idea,” Roger lies. Brian jabs him in the side with one boney elbow, and Roger yelps and gives him a light shove in response. “Hey! Not fair!”

“Sorry love,” Brian apologizes again, still as playfully insincere as ever.

He leans down to kiss Roger again, but this time Roger tilts his head back and captures his lips with his own so he can kiss Brian properly for the first time that morning. Brian sighs against his mouth and Roger takes a half-step forward, pressing against Brian and letting his hands drop to Brian’s hips, holding him close and deepening the kiss until Brian whimpers faintly against Roger’s mouth and he has to pull back before they get too carried away.

Brian’s lips are kiss-swollen and it makes Roger want to push him against the counter and keep kissing him for the rest of the morning, suck bruises along the column of his throat where they can’t be hidden, so the whole world knows that Brian is his.

“I love you,” he says instead, and he’s said it a thousand times before but he’s never said it like this, on their anniversary, with Brian looking at him like Roger hung his precious stars in the sky and with so much love in his heart that he doesn’t know how to begin to put it all into words.

“I love you too,” Brian says softly, with a smile so tender that it takes Roger’s breath away to see it. “God, Rog, I love you so much. You have made me happier over the last year than anyone else ever has, and I- I don’t know what to say. There’s not enough words in the world to describe what you mean to me.”

Roger lets out a small huff and he’s sure he must look like a love-struck fool but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when it’s Brian, not when he finally has everything he ever wanted and when he finally has Brian in his life like this. “Well you certainly didn’t leave enough words for me to follow up after that speech,” he jokes, and it comes out a bit watery with emotion but he doesn’t care about that either.

Brian laughs softly and takes Roger’s hands in his and says, “I have an idea, then.” And he starts walking backwards, out of the kitchen, gently pulling Roger along with him. “How about I just show you how much you mean to me instead?”

“What about breakfast?” Roger asks, though there’s a grin growing on his face and heat starting to pool in his belly and if Brian tries to backtrack into the kitchen now Roger is pretty sure he’ll just have his way with his boyfriend against the counter anyway.

“It can wait,” Brian says, kicking the bedroom door open and tugging Roger through. “I think there’s been a change of plans for this morning.”

Roger, laughing, pushes Brian down onto the bed and straddles his hips, leaning over him with a wicked smile. “Yeah, you know what? I think you’re right,” he agrees, and he leans down to kiss Brian again.

#maylor #maylor fanfic #maylor fic #brian may fic #roger taylor fic #queen band fic #my fic #locevent #loc event #(title is from the Smile song ''Polar Bear'' which you should listen to if you haven't heard it yet)#(actually go listen to all the Smile songs if you haven't yet they are excellent)#(also I know some of the Smile/early Queen details are off)#(like the living arrangements)#(don't @ me it's fic and this works better for the story)

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draggingthedregs · 4 years

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as i said earlier, it is an ungodly length but i hope you can enjoy my late night, book-drunk opinions anyway!

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guess who just finished “ruin and rising”?

i’m seriously not okay. someone send help. i got lots of thoughts, none of which you are obligated to read but this seems like the best place to share.

oh and spoilers, duh.

for starters. woah.

i can’t say it was what i expected but i had known that what my heart really wanted was kinda far out of reach. the ending felt real and feasible, complete with love and loss.

in terms of “ruin and rising” alone, i think it was possibly the strongest of the three books. the pacing was good, nothing felt like it dragged on too long or went too fast for its own good. i think that was really important as well, considering the fact that there was always something going on. literally,, always. no one ever got a damn break.

mal’s “death” hurt me more then i had expected. which honestly leads back to one of my main gripes with this story. the love square (which i elaborate on later in this post, just hold on a bit). i’m not going to lie. i hated mal. through the middle of “siege and storm” up to page 168 of “ruin and rising” (and even then it was a long road from hate to crying over him). he was an ass, i think we can all admit that. for awhile there, i even jumped on the “fuck mal” train and had no plans to stop at any station anytime soon. for the longest time, the relationship with alina felt so fragile and forced, like the only reason it existed was because leigh had written it into existence. though, as i read on, i saw why it was so strained and saw the eventual resolution, which i will admit i was happy with. mal and alina, however annoying and troupe filled their personalities were, did develop as characters. and their relationship made some semblance of sense in the grand scheme of things. does that mean i forgive the “on-again-off-again”, “cold-shoulder”, “we-cant-be-together-in-this-lifetime” bullshit? no. does that mean i suddenly love mal? also, no. does that mean i ship them? ugh slightly. does that mean in a magical dream world where i got to chose what happened, they’d still end up together? impossible to say. BUT i can say, that they deserved each other. and i am happy that they got their peace together like they both always wanted (no matter how out of place it felt at any point), especially considering the fact that she literally had to kill him.

my dear dear darkling... i knew what fate awaited you and yet, when the time came... it hurt just the same.

okay,, that was a bit dramatic. but come on. leigh wrote a damn good villain with aleksander morozova. i meAN, thE lAYERS. he was a horrible person and yet, so many of us still love him. he killed for fun, manipulated no matter the cost, preyed upon the weak because he could, literally blinded his own mother and still! i can’t help but love him. there was so much human woven into his darkness. the moments of simple longing, of exhaustion, of loneliness. in all honesty, if there had been a way to humanize him, to erase or explain away his atrocities and have him just be aleksander again, i feel like i would do it. but, in the context of the story i do understand why it wasn’t possible. redemption for the darkling was off the table, no matter how much humanity still remained. but that’s what makes him such a good character. you want him to be different because you can see the good and all the potential for things to change, for them to rule ravka side by side, but at the same time, he’s the same man who is still actively creating more shadow demon creatures to eat whoever he wishes. you can’t resist him and that’s why he’s so wonderful, yet horrifying at the exact same time. (though don’t worry i am still a trash can and the darklina ship is still superior in the love square. again, i promise i will get there).

i feel like i have to talk about how much i loved the “secondary characters” (i struggle to call them that because they actually run this shit). i will say, at first, i hated zoya. i am not a big fan of the “mean girl” troupe or the “i’m-prettier-than-you-and-i-know-it” thing but... she really grew on me. i looked forward to zoyas comments and constant bitchiness, as did the characters in the books. and when she left the note and the blue kefta with alina in the epilogue,, oh god my heart. and the ragtag crew of grisha making up the remainder of the second army were amazing. their banter and dialogue were some of my favorite scenes to read in “ruin and rising” and i want books just filled with them and only them. david and genya deserve the damn world, adrik was so great, nadia and tamar are so precious, and i will miss harshaw’s weird ass more then you’ll ever know. don’t even get me started on misha and oncat. they are the true stars of this series, you cannot convince me otherwise. god i love them all so much, what a brilliant cast of characters. except the apparat. fuck the stupid ass apparat.

i know what you’re thinking. “you forgot nikolai.” no. i promise you, i most certainly did not. i just love him so much he gets his own chunk.

i mean, how could he not? he’s one of those rare, genuinely perfect characters that are impossible to not love. and i don’t mean perfect because he has no flaws or he’s written unnaturally, i mean perfect because of all of his flaws. he is arrogant and calculating, brash and unapologetic in his ways, but he’s also kind and caring, witty and charming and way too clever for his own good. i rooted for him more then i have ever rooted for someone in my entire life. he made everything ten times better. you can always count on his ass to pop up in a flying ship with a shiny pair of boots, a witty remark, a new plan, and too many ideas.

now, the important business... the ominous love square.

i think the words i used were “one of my main gripes with the story” which is true, but i think leads to a bigger issue with some of the characterization in the story. the “love square” was a term i thought of in relation to the many overlapping and confusing ships that center around alina (obviously being mal, the darkling, and nikolai). all of the ships were so entertwined and written over top of one another that there was no other way for me to describe it and the square seemed like a nice enough analogy. it just felt like way too much on everybody’s plates.

i love nikolai and alinas friendship. i mean, LOVED it. because i loved it so much, i found the little nods to a ship odd and unnecessary. their story line was very focused on the fact that ravka would need a king and queen, hence the scene where he gives her the emerald and all but proposes right then and there. however, that scene would have made scene and carried the same weight had there not been the splashes of romance both before and after. now, i understand why people ship them. and honestly, if under different circumstances, i probably could’ve and would’ve shipped them myself. they would have had one of the best marriages in a society where you didn’t get to marry for love. but it just made everything more complicated. people would’ve speculated on a ship had there been no kisses or pining, soley based on the possibility of a marriage and because of their close friendship so, why was the canon addition of it necessary? i just couldn’t get behind it when i loved their platonic relationship so much and when there were two stronger and more developed ships, waging war in the background.

now, my final bone to be picked... let’s be real for a second, alina in “shadow and bone” sucked. she was annoying and had no personality beyond being a sad, lonely, orphan in the darklings sparkly new grisha world. though i will say, in the later two books, i grew to like her. her character development did its job and i actually think she grew to be a pretty good protagonist. she did her best with the cards she was dealt and i think she did really well. however, her inability to pick a boy constantly bothered me. after being in love with her best friend for literal years, she is really ready to be be the first lady of the second army. and yes. sure you could justify it. she wasn’t getting letters in return, she’d been away for months, she was adapting to her new life, the darkling made her feel seen and wanted which is all a very new feeling to her. but then she goes right back to mal after he makes a confession that he didn’t realize he loved or needed her until she was gone for months (this was one of my biggest problems with mal. my problem only grew when he spent the entirety of “siege and storm” being a dick. but like i said,, we have reconcilied. we are fine now). there were times throughout the series where i genuinely didn’t understand why they were together, why i liked them together, or why i even wanted them to end the series together. alina even asks mal at the end of “ruin and rising” if there entire relationship was based solely on the fact that mal was the last amplifier and the fact that she even had to ask really says something. was their entire romance because of the amplifier? was it because of the “we-are-just-meant-to-be-together” thing? or was there actual chemistry? i really couldn’t tell sometimes. and the darklina ship was even more twisty and winding. he went from telling her deep dark secrets because he wanted to hear the girl he loved say his name to literally threatening everyone she loves because he wants her weak and all to himself. like,, whAt? (again,, layers) and don’t even get me started on the darkling and alina apparition interactions. those were a wild fucking ride. i felt like i was getting manipulated along with the both of them in those. but maybe that was the point of the darkling and alinas relationship. it was supposed to be so horrible yet so electric that you couldn’t pull away. but i doubt the same was meant to be said for mal and alina.

now i feel like i may be coming off in the wrong way. i loved more about this series then i didn’t. but me gushing about every fine detail and conversation that made my heart melt wouldn’t make for the most interesting read, if it was even coherent. all in all, i think it’s safe to say the grisha trilogy is great. does that mean it doesn’t have flaws? of course not. does that mean the flaws outweigh the good and the actual point of the story? absolutely not. my small complaints about a few things really do not take always from the fact that i love this series. i would love anything written by leigh bardugo, especially in the grishaverse.

if you’ve made it this far, that’s commitment. thank you brave soldier. don’t take anything i’ve said with anything more than a grain of salt. seriously. if this is your favorite series, don’t let my lil complaints ruin your day. because really, the good outweighs the bad here tenfold. i’m just a girl with a lot of opinions and a platform to share them at four am... it’s a dangerous game.

but, goodbye grisha trilogy. you have served me well and i will return to reread you soon. but for now i will do a lot of writing (i already have so many fic ideas brewing) and read all the fan fiction and tumblr posts i’ve been avoiding for fear of spoilers.

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adolanables · 4 years

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Linked - Part 11 (E.D)

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The border of Hailette was nearly two hours away from the town center; which was plenty of time for Anna to start panicking. All she could think of was all the ways they would kill her if they got caught. She was also thinking about how heartbroken her parents would be finding out she had left. A part of her hoped her mother would understand, knowing Anna’s life would be so much more fulfilling outside of Hailette.

“We’re almost there.” Ethan broke the silence, eyes narrowing on the small patrol station up on the road. He felt her tense underneath him, his right hand rubbed circles on her thigh. “Breathe, okay?”

She nodded as they approached the border, her heart dropping to her stomach as she saw the station was manned. Before she could speak, Ethan was reaching back into the duffel bag, giving Anna a warning eye before he pulled a pistol up into his lap. “Not a peep.” He whispered, sliding the gun under his right thigh and rolling down the window. As they approached the station, he rolled the window down, his right hand gripping the pistol tightly.

“Sir, may I ask what you think you’re doing?” The officer snarled, his hand gripping the gun on his waist. Ethan was grateful there was only one person manning the station right now - he had scoped out the parking lot. Before the officer could move, Ethan was pulling the trigger with the gun aimed at the poor man’s forehead.

As the sound rang through Anna’s ears and blood splattered onto Ethan’s face, the pair saw the world shift before their eyes. Ethan was quiet, eyes welling up with tears as he turned the safety on and put the gun back in the bag. Truly, they thought they were home-free. As Ethan went to lean into the small room to open the gate, what felt like hundreds of trucks popped into the rearview with lights blazing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Ethan muttered, wide eyes flicking up to the rearview mirror and back to his wife who looked like she’d just seen a ghost. He didn’t know what to do. Logically, he knew this was a possibility, but he had convinced himself it wasn’t going to happen. Every possible scenario ran through his head; he didn’t have a plan and that terrified him.

“Ethan, what are we going to do?” With shaky hands, Anna reached over to him to grab his attention. The trucks were speeding down the road and would easily be there in seconds.

In a split second decision, Ethan reached over his wife for the gun, popped the safety and pointed it at her feet. “Ethan - wait - what are you - ah!” Anna saw red as her entire left leg went numb, vision was black - she was unconscious. As he watched his wife contort in severe pain, knowing it was his own fault, Ethan burst into tears. Not long after, strapped military members were at their windows - eyes wide as they took in Ethan Dolan and a dead security guard.

“Mr. Dolan I am so incredibly sorry for the actions of our employee.” Sergeant Daniels sighed, softly sinking down into the seat across from Ethan’s desk at Dolan Industries. “You have to understand why he was concerned with the two of you wanting to leave.”

“I do, Sergeant.” Ethan nodded, letting out a sigh at the pure ignorance of the man in front of him. “I know sir - being drunk doesn’t excuse trying to go on a vacation to Florida.”

“That is one funny explanation.” Sergeant Daniels laughed awkwardly. “Doesn’t excuse him shooting your poor wife - thank God it was just her leg.”

“Thank god.” Ethan agreed, fumbling a pen between his fingers. “Really sorry for keeping you all here so late.”

It was nearing 5AM now - when the guards had approached the car the attitude had instantly changed. Ethan had convinced them that he was inebriated and really just wanted to take his hot wife to Florida. Did they actually believe him? Hard to know, but it seemed like he was getting away with it. Anna had been transferred to the hospital downtown for emergency care and Ethan felt like he was going to vomit as she was loaded into an ambulance. If cheating wasn’t already bad enough, he wasn’t sure she’d ever forgive him for this.

“It’s not a problem at all sir.” Sergeant Daniels smiled. “Your brother is on his way to give you a ride home.”

“What the fuck, Ethan?” Grayson seethed as his twin climbed into his car, blood splattered on his shirt and sporting a new haircut.

“Grayson, can you promise me you aren’t plotting my demise?” Ethan whispered, eyes darting around as Grayson started to drive.

“Uh… the fuck? Yes?” With furrowed brows and confusion on his face, Grayson looked at his brother like he had two heads. Ethan knew right away he was being honest.

“I’m trusting you to not open your mouth to Kennedy - but I cheated on Anna.” Ethan rolled his eyes as Grayson’s jaw dropped in disgust. “I know. Shitty. But the bitch filmed us and is threatening to release the footage.”

“And that made you want to go to Florida…?”

“No - jesus - Grayson - we were trying to leave.” Running a hand over his shaved head, he watched Grayson process what he was saying. “If that video gets released Anna’s fucked.”

“Okay, but you might not be?” Grayson argued, hands clenching the steering wheel tightly. “You risked both of your lives just now.”

“I love her.” Ethan scoffed, folding his arms. “You’d do the same for Kennedy.”

“No I fucking wouldn’t.” Glancing over at his brother with wide eyes. “I love her, but not like that.” He gulped and let out a slow breath. “But if you love Anna that way, then I’m here for you - what do we need to do.”

“Call Craig - first thing in the morning.” Ethan muttered as Grayson dropped him at his front door, he leaned over and hugged his brother tightly. “Thank you, G.”

“I’ll be back here at 10AM.” Grayson nodded, revving the engine as he drove away.

As Ethan laid his head down on his guest room pillow - he couldn’t bear to sleep in their bed alone - he felt sick. He wished he could’ve gone with Anna to the hospital, but they took her away from him so quickly. Surely, she’d be questioned and he hoped she wouldn’t be in any danger. If he had been able to tell her the plan before he shot her, he would have, but he knew they didn’t have time. He had to get to the hospital in the morning before she woke up.

“You owe me big time.” Grayson muttered as Ethan slid into the car the next morning; both had matching eyebags. “Dad is fucking furious - I calmed him down enough to stay home, but Craig is on it.”

“You called dad?” Ethan groaned, tossing his head back as the pair took off to the hospital.

“No - but Craig did.” Rolling his eyes at his brother, Grayson sped up. “He’s pissed at the entire situation, but whoever’s threatening you is gonna regret it.”

Ethan let the car fall silent as he mulled over his thoughts. The last thing he wanted to do was get his dad involved in the situation, but he knew if anyone was going to protect him, it was his father. The Dolans were nearly untouchable in Hailette; he only hoped Anna would be included.

“Hi, Mr. Dolan.” The polite nurse smiled at the handsome man before her as she guided him down the hallway. “Your wife is in recovery, still a bit groggy. She had some severe hemorrhaging, but aside from scars - her leg is fine.” As they approached the door of her room, the nurse’s face fell slightly. “I’m very sorry sir, but the baby did not make it.”

“What?” Ethan stuttered, brows furrowing as he tried to comprehend what she was saying.

“Yes sir, I am very sorry. We believe she miscarried due to the trauma.” The small lady smiled sympathetically and pushed the door open, smiling softly.

“Ethan.” Anna croaked as her husband came into view, he looked nearly as awful as she assumed she looked. She knew he shot her, but she was still pretty confused and unable to piece anything together.

“Anna,” He sighed, bounding towards her and pulling her upper body into his arms. “I’m so sorry.” A wince left her mouth as he gently let her go. Before she could ask him to explain himself, Ethan was sputtering. “I panicked - okay - I’m so sorry, I made up a story. We got drunk and wanted to go to Florida and I said the guard shot you so I shot back.”

“O-Okay.” She nodded, trying to understand, but her mind was clouded with other things. “Ethan, they told me I lost a baby.” Her voice was quiet and soft, barely above a whisper as she looked to her husband to explain.

“They just told me that as well.” Crouching down on the edge of her bed so he was eye level with her, “I’m so sorry, Anna - this is all my fault.”

“Are we in trouble?” She squeaked, tugging on her fingers nervously. So much had just happened in the last twenty-four hours, she wasn’t sure what to think. The anesthesia still wearing off was not helping her either.

Shaking his now bald head, Ethan rubbed a soft circle on her wrist. “I don’t think so; we are working to find whoever is threatening us to stop that.” His voice was secure and calming; Anna was grateful he was here, even if she was furious with him. “I think they planned to question you, but I’m going to let them know we lost a child.”

Anna watched as Ethan’s eyes welled up and he pressed a soft kiss to her hand, sniffling a bit before standing up. “I’m going to let Grayson know the situation and I’ll be back.” He kissed her forehead before walking out of the room briskly.

The only feeling Anna had at the moment was confusion. She had found out Ethan cheated on her, was being blackmailed, tried to escape Hailette, witnessed a murder, got shot by her husband, found out she was pregnant, and lost a baby all in one day. All she wanted to do was go home to sleep in her own bed for hours - maybe even days.

When Ethan came back into the room, she was asleep again. The nurse helped Ethan with the discharge paper - knowing she should probably keep Mrs. Dolan another night, but Ethan was adamant that they were going home. Grayson helped get Anna into the backseat of his car as Ethan held her tightly into his side. She was awake - just barely - but the combination of exhaustion and pain meds was all too much.

“Ethan Grant - what the fuck were you thinking?” Mr. Dolan’s voice bellowed through the large foyer of Ethan’s grand home. Anna was deeply asleep on pain medicine, so there was no chance of waking her.

“I wasn’t, father.” Ethan sighed, shutting the door behind his dad and their detective Craig. “I don’t need to be told what I did was stupid.”

“Stupid?” Mr. Dolan chuckled sarcastically as Craig walked into the dining room to speak with Grayson. “What you did was damn near suicidal - and murderous to your poor wife.”

Ethan didn’t respond to his father’s slander knowing everything he said was completely true. Ethan was not acting like a grown man - he needed to grow up. “Yes sir.”

“Craig has a lead.” Grayson spoke from the other room, drawing the argument to a close.

Craig was an older man with gray hair, but he was not to be underestimated. There have been many cases he has worked on for the Dolans over the years and he had never let them down. “How much do you know about your assistant, Jonathan?”

“Uh - not much - he has worked for me for a while?” Lifting an eyebrow at the comment, Ethan folded his arms over his chest.

“Well - we found the skanky redhead you fucked, offered her some money to snitch. Which she did.” Mr. Dolan snapped. “She’s dead.”

Ethan rubbed a hand over his face in distress and nodded, knowing that was inevitable. The Dolans weren’t going to let some lowless bartender threaten their family.

“She gave us Jonathan by name - not sure how she’d have that information unless she’s being honest.” Craig shrugged, thumbing through a stack of papers in his lap. “Of course, we are running through every lead; but he’s up there.” Craig cleared his throat again. “Now - we need to discuss your wife.”

“What about her?” Ethan bristled at the mention of Anna.

“I don’t think we have to worry because of the miscarraige.” Craig emphasized, but held his hands up in caution. “But we need to be sure - if anyone finds out why we are investigating right now she could be in danger.”

“No one lays a hand on her.” Ethan seethed, pointing his finger around the room. “I want her treated like a Dolan.”

“Son - you know that’s not -” Mr. Dolan started.

“I don’t CARE!” Ethan bellowed, jumping out of the chair with his fists clenched by his sides and his face red. “If a SINGLE thing happens to her, it will be as though someone castrated ME. TREAT IT LIKE THAT!” His chest was rising and falling quickly. “I will BURN this country to the ground if a single hair on her head is harmed.”

“Understood.” Craig nodded, shutting the folder in his lap and shooting Mr. Dolan a look that said - let’s get the hell out of here.

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writingbymel · 5 years

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Syndicate - Part 1

Author’s Note: Hey guys I’m a new imagines blog and I’ve been recently rewatching the originals and the vampire diaries and came up with this fanfiction/series. I have over 10 parts planned for this so stay tuned for a masterlist and more once I put out more parts

Summary: Y/N has spent the past century running away from The Original family by changing the way she looks every few weeks. But how? By jumping from different host bodies to the next. The ultimate disguise. How does she cope when she lands herself right back in New Orleans to face someone she fears the most: Klaus Mikaelson.

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 1,500+

Parts: Part 1 - Part 2

SYNDICATE MASTERLIST

An all too familiar pounding took over my head. My head throbbed with the feeling of my heartbeat. I placed my hands in front of me taking in every line and shape that was foreign but familiar at the same time. I used my arms to push myself off the ground of an unfamiliar bedroom. I looked to my right and saw the body of a frail girl whom I just sucked the life out of. I slowly make my way over to the closest mirror still feeling weak. I looked at my reflection and standing in front of me a carbon copy of the lifeless body next to my feet. I adjusted my new long locks and straightened out my shirt with a smirk. Another successful transfer to a new host body.

I’ve spent the past few hundred years switching from host to host running from the Originals. By taking over the bodies of various humans, through magic I was able to hide my identity for short periods of time. I hear a quick knock at the front door. I open it to see my best friend of years— Leo. He shakes his head at me disapprovingly. He extends his hand to give me a little twirl taking in my new look.

“Don’t you get tired of running Y/N?” He asks stepping inside looking at the lifeless body on the floor.

“Come on Leo you and I both know that you appreciate whenever I do this,” I say pushing the nameless girl’s hair out of her face revealing her neck. Before I could say another word Leo is clawing at the girl’s neck relishing in his first meal of the night.

“Don’t forget to get rid of the body,” I tease. With the wave of my hand I make my way out of my new home closing the door behind me.

Something about the colorful nightlife of New Orleans made me drawn to it every time, but I knew better than to be drawn to stay for longer than a week at a time. It was too dangerous for me. I quickly walked down the street avoiding eye contact with people, trying my best to remain invisible. I hear a rush of wind behind me and quickly turn around grabbing the figure’s wrist with a twist.

“Woah woah Adeline chill out it’s me,” I look up to see a guy I didn’t recognize. I searched my brain and remembered seeing a photo of him in the girl’s room that I now looked like. I search for some sort of identification on him and see his work badge clipped on the waistband of his pants. Tom Stevenson. I put on the best fake smile I could muster.

“Sorry Tom,” I say sweetly. “You know how jumpy I get at night.”

“Yeah you could say that again,” Tom says with a laugh throwing his arm around me. While he details his day I grab my cell phone and text Leo. I type out S-O-S Obsessive Boyfriend. I think, hitting send. I immediately get a response from Leo Be there in 5.

Tom and I keep walking before stopping outside a bar that was too familiar to me.

“Why are you sto— ” Tom starts before being cut off by the snap of his neck. He collapses onto the ground and I’m greeted by a wide smile on Leo’s face.

“Could you be any more subtle?” I ask rolling my eyes.

“Could you be any more subtle?” he asks gesturing to the blue Rousseau’s sign in front of the bar.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply.

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“Alright everyone now for the big surprise for the birthday girl Y/N,” Klaus says with a smile on his face throwing his arm on my shoulder enveloping me in a small hug. A small action that always made my heart flutter.

“Klaus I told you not to get me anything,” I say pushing him in the chest lightly knowing that I couldn’t actually hurt him no matter how hard I tried. He laughs a little at me and gestures towards the door of Rousseau’s. Elijah and Hayley bring out a cake with my face on it and everyone starts singing Happy Birthday. I force a small smile.

“Well make a wish Y/N,” Klaus says. I stare at the candles glowing back at me and I knew exactly what to wish for.

The bar was filled with laughter and drunk people. Even though it was my birthday, I still felt the need to step outside and get some air. I never did well with crowds. I rub my hands together trying to feel some sort of warmth against the frigid wind.

“What are you doing out here, love?” I turn around to see Klaus holding two glasses of water in his hands. He hands me one of the cups of water. I graciously take a sip aching to somehow prevent my massive headache I would have the next day.

“You know how I am with crowds,” I say. Klaus raises his eyebrows at me. “Not that I don’t appreciate this. I really do, but you really didn’t have to do all this for me Klaus.”

“Come on Y/N you know I’d do anything for you,” Klaus replies pushing some of my hair away from my face. I stare into his eyes. Full of love. I never knew how anyone could view Klaus as evil. To me, he was anything but that and because of that I felt so guilty.

I grab the stake that I was hiding in my pocket and drive it straight through his heart. Tears began to form in my eyes contrasted with his eyes which shift from love to betrayal to anger. He pulls the stake out of his chest and I run as fast as I could. I run past blocks of little shops pushing past people on the street, but I’m stopped in my tracks by Elijah.

“Who are you working with?” Elijah asks with hurt in his eyes. He was like a brother to me. I betrayed him and his whole family.

“Just let me go Elijah, please,” I plead with tears in my eyes. I turn around worriedly looking for any sign of Klaus or Rebekah coming to rip my head off.

“Only because I know my brother will murder you,” Elijah starts,“and it is your birthday I will stall for you to escape.”

“Thank you so much,” I say before I can start running again Elijah puts out his hand to stop me.

“He’ll never forgive you Y/N,” Elijah says.

“I’ll never show my face here again,” I promise. “I’ll disappear. Promise.”

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“Come on Y/N,” Leo starts. “We both know the real reason why you just so happen to choose a new host who just so happens to live in New Orleans which just so happens to be the city your ex-boyfriend lives in.”

“And you just so happen to be extremely annoying right now,” I say grabbing the door handle to the bar. Leo stops me.

“Y/N you don’t want to do this,” Leo says.

“We don’t know if he’s even here,” I tell him pushing past him. I make my way into the bar and hold my breath when I see Klaus sitting drinking what I could only assume to be bourbon. He was sitting with who I recognized to be Damon Salvatore. What was he doing with him? Klaus looks over at me probably realizing I was staring, but he quickly looks away when he doesn’t recognize who I am. Damon looks over his shoulder and his eyes move from mine to Leo’s. He smirks when he recognizes Leo next to me. I turn around to glare at Leo.

“Damon recognizes you,” I say through clenched teeth trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Wow I might just faint,” Leo says jokingly. I roll my eyes.

“This is not the time to joke around,” I reply. “Pretend you don’t know me.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s too late for that cause Damon is making his way over,” Leo replies.

“Leo,” Damon greets with a smirk. “Y/N,” he mouths quietly knowing Klaus could be listening.

Klaus’s POV

I was curious when Damon quickly walked over to the two young individuals whom I didn’t recognize. I like to think that I knew everyone who lived in New Orleans. I attempted to listen in on their conversation, but the commotion in the bar was too loud. I decided to walk on over to see what they were talking about myself.

“Are you going to introduce me to your friends?” I ask putting my hand on Damon. Damon begins to look a little nervous. I start to hear the girl’s heart beat a little quicker. I look at her with confusion when I notice a thin bracelet adorned with charms on her left wrist. A bracelet that was all too familiar to me. I grab her wrist forcefully.

“Where did you get this?” I asked angrily. The girl shakes with fear and Damon tries to pry me off of her.

“Klaus leave the poor girl alone,” Damon pleads but I push him out of the way. His back collides with a table nearby drawing everyone’s attention to us, but I could care less. Who dare send this girl to mess with my emotions?

“I’m going to ask again and if you don’t answer I’ll snap your neck,” I state angrily.

“You Klaus,” the girl replies with tears. “You gave this to me.”

“How?” I ask. I stare deep into her eyes. “Y/N?”

She nods slightly still scared. I let her go and quickly run away. Far away from Y/N or whoever the hell she was.

Part 2

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thomaslightwoodenthusiast · 4 years

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here is the second request!

love at first...body swap?

- in which a clueless magnus wakes up in the body of a tall, dark, and very handsome Shadowhunter, and a mystified alec wakes up in the body of a very, very glittery Warlock. who also happens to be very attractive.

[disclaimer: this describes show!malec, as alec has hazel eyes, but you can still read it as a book fan and imagine blue is there instead!]

requested by @ilostmymojo !

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Magnus had been on holiday in London for a week now. Well, it wasn’t exactly a holiday so much as he had some business to deal with, but he was enjoying the time anyway. He opened his eyes as he woke up-

To a black wall?

Magnus was confused. His hotel room was definitely not this dark. Then a string of dread ran through him. Had he gotten too drunk? Had he went home with someone and forgotten? He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, and almost did a double take.

There was black ink on his arms. Ink in the shape of Shadowhunter runes. Now, this really wasn’t funny. These runes were incredibly toxic to him- they should’ve killed him by now. There were so many. He rolled up the shirt he’d slept in.

A Parabatai rune on his left side.

He flicked the lights on and had possibly his third heart attack of the morning.

Now, Magnus was Indonesian. He was born there, to an Indonesian mother. His father was a goddamn Prince of Hell. So to put it simply, he was...not white. At all. But apparently he was now. The feeling suddenly hit him.

He’d been body swapped. And, god forgive him, he didn’t mind it one bit so far. Whoever this was? His body was...well, it was incredible. Magnus smirked to himself- was it himself?- and gave in to his desperate want to look in the mirror. Oddly though, there was only a very small bathroom mirror that looked like it was forced there. He must be kinda insecure, Magnus thought. He couldn’t understand why though. The face he was met with was beautiful. Soft brown hair, fluffing out across his forehead. A gorgeous sharp jawline. The most beautiful hazel eyes. There was a bolt of almost recognition sent through him. Had he seen this person before? He couldn’t get their name though.

Magnus got dressed- he was very upset with this Shadowhunter’s lack of fashion. His wardrobe was mostly black. And old sweaters. He decided to leave the room and see if he could figure out his name, or find even one person he recognised. He knew he was in the New York Institute, so he was hoping he’d see Clary.

“Hey big bro!”

Magnus spun around, terrified. He’d been caught by this man’s sister.

“Hey, sis!” he said, awkwardly but not without a smile.

“Mom wants you. She wanted to see how you’d settled in to your new position as Head!”

Oh god.

It was getting worse.

“Uh, sure. Where is she?”

“The library. I’m off to get breakfast first though, wanna come?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed. He was starving. “One question- where’s Clary?”

The girl he was with raised an eyebrow. “What do you need her for?”

“I have to tell her something.”

“Why can’t you tell it to your sister, huh?”

“It’s...private,” he said. He must’ve blushed, because she had a sudden look of realisation on her face.

“Is it about her friend? That warlock? The one you totally have a massive crush on now even though you only saw him once for a split second at that party?”

Then it dawned on him why he recognised the person whose body he was in. A few weeks ago, Clary and her friends had come to one of his parties. As far as he remembered, this was Alec Lightwood, and the girl in front of him was Isabelle, his sister. He had no idea where the Herondale boy was though.

Isabelle’s statement was convenient enough. He now knew that not only was Alec gay, but he apparently had a little bit of a crush on him.

This was very pleasing information.

“Hey! Sorry I’m late, I slept in. Are you guys going to get breakfast?”

A short ginger girl had appeared. Clary.

“Bisc- I mean, uh, Clary? Can I talk to you in private for a second? It’s urgent,” he whispered. Clary looked slightly shocked- to be fair, he had almost called her Biscuit, and as far as she was concerned Alec didn’t know that.

“Sure,” she said with a questioning look on her face. He dragged her away before Isabelle could follow or make any more jokes.

“Hey, biscuit.”

“Why are you calling me that? Only Magnus calls me that. And you shouldn’t even know-“

“No wait! Clary. It is me. Magnus Bane. I don’t know what the hell happened. I was in London, and I woke up here in I think Alec Lightwood’s body?”

“Yes,” she replied slowly. “Yes, you’re Alec.”

“So from my understanding, the Head of your Institute is currently stranded in London in the body of an admittingly gorgeous and incredible Warlock with absolutely no idea how to use magic or how to get back?”

Clary put a hand to her forehead. “By the Angel Magnus. It’s nine am. What have you gotten yourself into?”

“I don’t know, and I have to apparently go and talk to Alec’s mom in a minute and probably do other things too.”

“Okay. Look. I’ll help you out, okay? Do you know the number of the hotel you were staying at? The sooner we let Alec know what’s going on the better.”

“No- but my phone isn’t with me. I only have Alec’s. I know my own number- I could call it on his phone?”

Clary smiled. “Perfect. I imagine Alec won’t quite be as calm as you seem to be, though.”

“Honestly, being in this body? I wouldn’t be upset if I was permanently stuck this way. Alec is gorgeous.”

She giggled. “Oh my god. You know, everyone around here knows Alec has a huge crush on you. Everyone except him. He blushes any time we mention you, and when he starts talking about you he doesn’t stop. Like verbal diarrhoea, but cute.”

“Please never say ‘diarrhoea’ and ‘cute’ in the same sentence ever again.”

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Alec Lightwood woke to his phone ringing. He rubbed his eyes and grabbed for it. When he reached out for it, he noticed that his arm was incredibly tan- like the shade of gold, but slightly darker. Weird. He was white as hell. It had been quite warm yesterday though- maybe he’d tanned.

He noticed something odd about the number calling him. It was his. Confused, he answered it anyway.

“Hello?”

He got another shock- his voice didn’t at all sound like his own.

“Hi Alec. It’s Clary. I have someone who needs to talk to you.”

“Oh- okay.” Then, a man’s voice spoke. The man sounded exactly like him.

“Hello, Alexander. It’s- it’s Magnus Bane. You were at my party a few weeks ago?”

Alec felt himself blush immediately. He’d only saw Magnus briefly there, but he was insanely attractive. He’d been trying to figure out how to talk to him. “Yes, I was.”

“Well- I need you to go to the bathroom for me. Or wherever the nearest mirror is. And please don’t freak out.”

Confused, Alec got out of the bed. Weirdly enough, this was not his Institute room at all. The bed had pure white sheets, and the wall was gold. Then he found a mirror.

“What the hell?! I’m- am I you? I- what is this?!”

Alec stared at the mirror. He was reminded of just how attractive Magnus was. His spiked black hair, his lean and muscular body. The smooth skin on his face, and his beautiful slit cat eyes.

“We wanted to let you know that. And...you’re in London.”

“LONDON?! But I have an Institute to run! I can’t be stuck as a Warlock all day- no offense. But what am I going to do? Could I draw a Portal rune?”

Clary took the phone back for a second. “No- you’ve got to remember you’re Magnus right now. And I’m not entirely sure yet if other people can use my runes. Magnus says that, if you want, he could tell you over the phone how to do a Portal? Your only other option is to get a plane.”

Alec ran a frustrated hand through his- Magnus’s- hair. “I don’t know. I need to be back there ASAP though.”

Magnus took over again. “Hey, don’t panic. A Portal uses a lot of magic, but I don’t mind. Our priority is getting you back safe and quick. If you focus, you can do it. But it is very important that you imagine somewhere other than the Institute. We need to make this as discreet as possible. Put the phone in your pocket.”

Alec did so, taking a deep breath. He had no idea what he was going, but he could try.

“Now, focus. What you need to do will come to you- you shouldn’t have to try too hard to imagine it. Then get an image in your mind of somewhere in New York.”

He pictured Central Park. A sudden jolt went through his mind, and as if propelled to do so he snapped his arms and his fingers and was able to create a Portal.

“I did it! Should I go through now?”

“Yes! Well done! Go through, then once you’re through tell us where you are so Clary and I can get there.”

Alec stepped through the Portal. He’d done this many a time before. It should be easy.

Or not.

“Oh!-“

Of course, he’d Portaled himself in the middle of the lake. He grabbed the phone.

“I’m sorry! I’m in Central Park! I landed in a lake-“ and then the phone died. Water damage. Hopefully Magnus wouldn’t be too pissed- he remembered when he’d been angry at two of the men at Pandemonium and, well, it had been scary. And another word beginning with s and ending in y.

“Magnus?! What the hell are you doing?!”

Alec turned. A woman in a nurse uniform was staring at him with the most incredulous look on her face. “Uh. I just dropped my phone in the water.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. She was a pretty woman, a Warlock woman. He could tell because she’d been glamoured, but in her surprise the glamour disappeared to reveal her true skin colour- a beautiful sky blue. Her hair, mad curls, was a darker shade of blue too. “You’re insane, my friend. I freaking love you, but I would kill you if I could,” she said, smiling to herself whilst walking away. Alec waded out of the water. The phone wasn’t working, so he decided he’d be best off walking towards the entrance to the park.

In the distance Alec could see a bright crown of red hair bobbing towards him, alongside- well, Magnus, but technically himself. He met them in a more secluded corner- they were glamoured, but the more security the better.

Clary looked mystified when she saw him. “You know the weirdest thing about this? Even in Magnus’s body, I can still tell you’re Alec.”

“Is that a compliment?”

Clary shrugged and snickered. “Anyways. You guys don’t really need me anymore, do you? Bye!”

She dashed off quite quickly, and as she did so Alec noticed she took out her phone and called someone. She was laughing, and kept looking back at them.

“Well. So, uh, I know how to reverse this. But not on myself.”

Alec stopped for a moment. “Well then what can we do?”

“I’ll have to call a friend. Are you okay with that?”

“As long as they can get this fixed then sure.”

Magnus faked hurt. “Why are you so desperate to get out of my body? Am I truly that detestable?”

This made Alec worried, which was hilarious. “No! I just need to be back at work. You’re perfect!”

Magnus put two and two together. “Clary left us because she knows how we feel about each other, doesn’t she? Damn, smart kid.”

“How do we feel about each other?”

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously that blind? Well for starters, you’re gorgeous as hell. I’ve known many Lightwoods over time, but you just, hit so different. I suppose I don’t know you that well, but I can tell you’re sweet too. You’re a family guy. I don’t know what that’s like. I mean, I have no blood relatives. I wish I did. But I respect that. You’re cool,” he finished, with a smile. There was a rose tint to the top of his cheeks, like a blush. It looked beautiful. When he blushed, it looked like a ghost had actually applied blusher to his face. When Alec blushed, he looked like a tomato.

“Well, thank you. I really like you. You’re one of the only people I know that isn’t in some way related to me. And you’re pretty as hell. Like, just so...breathtaking. Also by the way your skin is SO smooth.”

Magnus pretended to fan himself. “I try.”

“But yeah. You’re really genuine. You’re super friendly, but you also seem so sad sometimes. I don’t know what you went through, but all I know is that you have tonnes of new friends here for you.”

“Thanks,” was all Magnus replied with. If Alec knew any better, he’d say his eyes were slacked with tears. But he wasn’t crying, nor was he going to show it. He rang his friend instead.

“Hey, Cat! So. Bit of an awkward situation. Yes, this isn’t my phone. I broke it. I need you to come to Central Park ASAP. Thank you!”

Shortly after, a Portal opened up. The same woman stepped through as the one from earlier- the blue lady.

“Why is there a Shadowhunter here? Magnus, what on earth have you done?”

“You see, that’s just the thing. So. I’m Magnus. And this,” he said, gesturing to Alec, “ is Alec Lightwood. Current Head of the NY Institute.”

Catarina’s jaw dropped. “Did you body swap with a goddamn SHADOWHUNTER??”

“At least he’s sexy?”

“Jesus Magnus. You are certifiably insane.”

“In fairness, it would’ve been more awkward if I body swapped with a Shadowhunter woman. You know, boobs and stuff. I mean, not that I wouldn’t want them, and I would probably be a sexy ass woman, but I would hate to wear a bra. They seem so uncomfortable.”

“Magnus, if you don’t shut up, I will summon your dad.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I can threaten to though.”

Alec, who had been watching the conversation with extreme confusion, butted in. “Sorry to disturb but isn’t there, you know, a more pressing matter at hand than what Magnus thinks he would look like with boobs and summoning his dad?”

Catarina smiled weakly at Alec. “I’m sorry honey. I’ve dealt with this hot mess for over 300 years. I don’t know what you see in him. But in the event that you actually do see something in him, be aware.”

“Aware of what?”

“Of me. I don’t let any of my friends get hurt.”

“I can assure you we have the same intentions then.”

Catarina nodded at him. “Right. Okay. Let’s do this.”

She stood in between the two men, and jutted her arms straight out either side. Both felt a sudden change, like an out-of-body experience. Then they blacked out and collapsed.

Magnus stood first. He was back in his body, and seemed happy enough to be so. Alec got up next, rubbing his temple. “Thank you, Catarina.”

“No problem. Now if you’ll excuse me, ya girl here has work. You know, saving lives and stuff.” And with that she too was gone. Leaving both Magnus and Alec, now rightfully in their own bodies.

“Well I think it’s high time we properly introduced ourselves to each other. Magnus Bane,” he said, sticking out a hand. “Alexander Lightwood. But everyone calls me Alec.” They shook hands.

“Can I ask what your middle name is?”

“It’s Gideon. I think it’s kinda weird and old. Why?”

Magnus smiled, like he was recalling a memory. “It is an old name. I remember him. Gideon. He was a lot like you in some ways. You want to know how he met his wife, Sophie? She made scones and brought some up to him. When she brought them up, they’d talk. So of course, rather than just telling her he thought she was pretty, he ordered about fifty scones up to his room. He didn’t eat a single one. Just so he could talk to her.”

Alec laughed. It was nice, he supposed, to hear about his old relatives. They seemed cool. “Wow. She was called Sophie? Isabelle’s middle name is Sophia. That must be why.”

“It very well could be.”

The two stood in silence after that. It took a while for Alec to realise that they hadn’t dropped hands. Nervously, he wondered. He slowly let go of Magnus’s hand, and let his hand slide to his waist. Magnus cupped his head with his hands. He leaned over slightly and kissed Alec’s forehead; a soft and sweet gesture that completely melted his heart.

“You should call me sometime. Maybe we could get some drinks?”

“Or we could just chill at your apartment? I mean, not that I don’t like drinks, but I just-“

“You’re a lightweight, aren’t you?” said Magnus, interrupting him.

“I am not!”

“God. First Lightworm, now Lightweight. Joking. Look, we can do whatever you want.”

“I’d really love that.”

“Now, don’t you have a meeting with your mom to get to?”

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i hope u like it ! sorry it took so long. i have one left to do!!

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SuperPotterCorp

Summary & Warning : The SG x HP fic no one asked for yet I’m posting. It’s pretty bad not to mention NSFW with lots of triggers and potential triggers like violence abuse and mention of all forms of assault. also starts off between season 3 and four Lena knows about Kara (obviously) [also agent reign] with the Bloody Brandy challenge.

“Ugh.... That was a bad idea,” Lena groaned as she opened her eyes to be assaulted by a stab of pain as she looked into the light above her, giving it a thought trying to drink Alex under the table was also probably just that.

She slowly opened her eyes once again looking around she was in her apartment and to her left she saw her girlfriend Kara Danvers, sleeping peacefully with a dopey smile on her face, then she noted something else - someone else - who was buried under the duvet between them, trying to remember what exactly happened last night she ran her left hand through her hair and she felt something snag into it, she slowly brought her hand in front of her, and much to her horror there was a plain golden ring adorning the ring finger.

Kara - bless her Kryptonian heart and hearing - stir awoke and stared at Lena ready to shoot questions - and possibly heat ray - about what is causing her girlfriend to be distressed, just to notice the ring that is the source of the said distress, and articulates with all the prose prowess of a renowned journalist, “oh”.

Slowly she check her own hand only to find a silver - Platinum her mind supplies - band similar on her hand and she keeps staring at it till she is interrupted by her girlfriend(?).

“Kara, do you remember anything?” Lena questions in a quite whisper.

Shaking her head she replies in negative, they both look at their companion, a part of them wary to open the Schrödinger’s box, but they both know they need the answers and they might have them, so taking a deep breath Kara nudges the stranger softly once, waits for a minute and finding no activity she nudges again.

The stranger, a petite redheaded woman - with a part of their mind noted a truly impressive set of breasts - woke up shrugging off the duvet uncaring of her state of nudity, she rubs the sleep off her eyes, and looks at both of them, her head swiveling from one woman, both of hey eyebrows rise once and then she lets out a deep sigh.

Lena would always be thankful for the fact that Kara was well... Kara, as such she didn’t have to show any kind of weakness to someone who is for all purposes and intents a stranger, their possible shenanigans not taken into account.

“umm the thing is we can’t really remember much - if anything - of what happened last night and we were hoping you could shed some light on it,” the blonde began slowly.

“sorry to disappoint you ladies but I am very much in the same boat as you and as much as I’d like to... Bloody Buggering hell!” the woman had began answering Kara’s question as midway she spotted the ring on her hand, at which she turned towards Lena to check her hand and finding the other ring on her hand she used the one phrase her dearly departed god father had taught her.

The Blonde and the Raven haired women startled at the sudden out burst but before they could inquire any further the other woman brought forth her left hand in front of her, and it too adorned a band, it was a gold and silver band with the pattern waving over.

“Shit!” she ominously proclaimed and face palmed.

Both were alarmed by this so Lena began, “What happened? can you tell us what the problem is - that is aside from the obvious - so that we can do something about it.”

“Can we take a minute before we start talking? preferably if we could freshen up, Oh and the name’s Harry, Harry Potter.” she began.

“Forgive my manners, my name’s Lena Luthor, and this is Kara Danvers, and yes the idea of a shower does sound nice, especially along with a cup of coffee, there’s a bathroom left down to the hall I’ll arrange for some clothes and then we can finally talk.” agreed Lena, a part of her relived at not having to begin any kind of conversation without having time to compose herself, it wasn’t like she couldn’t do it but extra time to gather her thoughts was always a positive.

~ half an hour later ~

The three women were now showered and dressed, Kara was dressed in a pink shirt and jeans likewise Lena was dressed in an apple cut white shirt and a dark blue jeans while Harry was dressed - drowning - in a blue track suit, all three of them had a cup of coffee in their hand as such Lena broke the ice.

“Last night we had gone out with our friends, just you know a few drinks and such, I do remember meeting you after a few drinks, Alex, a friend of ours invited you over to play pool, and then we had some more shots, after that it’s just a series of flashes like a big cake, a church, us having sex, and what I think was an Elvis impersonator.” she narrated the events from her memory and Kara nodded along the lines to indicate that she to remembered this.

“Okay, so I was at the bar, a friend had recommended it to me so that I can “Loosen up a bit” and then Alex came over to me and introduced herself, and the rest was as you said, though I don’t remember the cake, I do remember having sex and the Elvis impersonator, I also remember for some reason the three of us peeing over the building of Edge corporations.” Harry narrated and watched as both Lena and Kara choked on their coffee, then Lena promptly burst into laughs while Kara developed a heavy blush.

After a few minutes they calmed down then Lena began, “Okay as funny as that was, I think we pulled off a Vegas and got married after being drunk - that too with three of us - which is both random and I must say somewhat hilarious, a good story for the future, but our best course of action now would be to get an annulment and forget all about this adventure like a good dream we once had.” she concluded, with a slight narrow of her eyes towards Harry observing her reaction.

Taking a deep breath Harry began, “We cannot do that.”

Lena’s slightly narrowed eyes turned into slits as her brain started to run all the scenario’s as to what the red head was playing towards, all nefarious possibilities and ways to counter them were being calculated in her mind but before she could say anything Harry raised a hand to halt her.

slowly she got up from where she was seated and took a few steps away, then she began, “by “we can’t” I mean it is impossible, not that I do not want to, as lovely it is to be married to Lena Luthor and Super Girl, I have had no intention to get married to anyone as my priority is raising my children, being the single mother that I am, and like i said we can’t as my name is Harry Potter I‘m sure you’ve read the bloody books,” she punctuated by conjuring a basic black chair to sit upon.

Kara gasped as Lena’s jaw fell, both staring at the woman, belatedly taking note of the green eyes and the Lightning Bolt shaped scar on her forehead.

Harry snapped them out of their trance by snapping her fingers and then began, “I believe an in depth conversation would be better if we have it with everyone, at least my children as far as I am concerned, you can get whoever you want, and meet me at my place today evening at dinner, how about that?” she proposed, encountering no objection she conjured a piece of paper on which her address was written and handed it to Lena, promptly making her exit.

As the door shut the girlfriends looked at each other wondering if they took some kinds of drugs and were hallucinating - a quick pinch on their arm, along with the fact that both the chair and the piece of paper were still there and quite tangible eliminated that possibility - and then both of them groaned as they weren’t looking forward as they weren’t looking forward to having this conversation with superfriends, especially Sam and Alex.

A/n : I was going to write a continuation on my B!D series but a bout of hyper acidity killed all my motivation towards it, hence beginning this, feedback would be appreciated so as to should I continue writing or scrap it?

#supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp #hp #fem!harry potter #bloody brandy

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medievaldarling · 4 years

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“I’ve missed you” kiss!!!!

7. “I’ve missed you” kiss

Beth entered the craft store with a relieved sigh. It wasSunday, and she’d seen the kids off that morning, watching them pile into Dean’scar, waving to her as they pulled away. The house was empty and too quiet. Normallyshe’d do chores around the house, garden, curl up in bed with Rio. Rio – who hadbeen away on a business trip for nearly two weeks now.

He’d been vague with the details; he typically kept mostthings to himself unless it pertained directly to their business. He’d stoppedby for dinner, gave her a quick kiss and was gone. There had been a few textssince then, but they were short and to the point. She’d given up trying to gethim to extrapolate and figured he’d talk when he wanted (he usually did).

And so to get out of the house, she went to the small craftstore she’d set up in town. It had taken over a year – a year of scrimping andsaving and threatening Rio that if he did anything to hand this place to her,she’d never forgive him. Beth knew that he had the money to set up a completelynew business several times over – with all the bells and whistles – and all shehad to do was ask. Except Beth had everything for the last twenty years handedor withheld from her because Dean held the purse strings and she had no powerin the relationship. She hadn’t had a job since high school, and she’d followedin her mother’s steps: once she was married, she stopped working and insteadplayed house with Dean until the kids came along.

With Rio, she was still battling for autonomy withinherself. She was so focused on finding her independence and holding onto itthat she sometimes found herself chafing beneath Rio’s support when she thoughtit was a bit heavy-handed which caused more than a few arguments between them.

But he’d given her the space to do this, advising her whenshe needed it, especially with the legalese side of things. Beth knew he was agood business man, but helping her start this thing from the ground up made himshine. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was acting in a supportive fashioninstead of butting heads with her and battling for control like they’d done forthe first few years of their rocky acquaintance.

Beth took solace in the small but cozy shop. She soldcrafting supplies as well as some of her own creations – everything from costumesto seasonal decorations. Often times when she was feeling overwhelmed shelocked herself in the back workroom and slaved over her latest creation,letting her mind slip into the comfortable motions that had soothed her formany years.

And that’s how she was spending her Sunday (the one day theshop was closed) – locked in her shop and distracting herself with the holiday wreathsshe had to make. Beth had put out a few and they’d sold immediately, and now shecould barely keep up with the demand. She had started taking orders frompeople, allowing them to specify the theme they wanted. Some were easy – just silverdecorations, or just a sparkly bow. Others were more complicated. The one shewas currently working on wanted fake snow added, along with a plethora of tinytrinkets. Beth hadn’t been prepared for the struggle she had finding just theright things to adhere to the wreath. Some things were too small, too gaudy, somejust not right. The customer was coming in tomorrow to pick up, so Beth had nochoice but to finish today.

Hours seemed to slip by, but Beth only knew because her backwas aching from where she was hunched over the workbench. Ruby had told her towatch her posture when working because she’d get kinks that even Rio’s fingerscouldn’t get out (Annie had snorted and said something vulgar from the cornerof the room. Beth ignored her and the blush staining her cheeks). She’d turnedoff her phone that afternoon once she realized Annie was having a one-man partyat her apartment and had started drunk texting her. Beth didn’t have it in herto reprimand her sister for getting plastered at 5pm on a Sunday when she hadto work the next morning.

The bell jingling at the front door startled her to anupright position. She’d locked the door, she knew. Beth was far more carefulwith things like that since her and Rio had started going fairly steady. Thecloser they got, the more he pulled her in, and the more paranoid she became asshe learned more about what he did.

“We’re closed!” Beth called from the backroom, ignoring heraching muscles as she reached for her purse where the pearl-handled handgunrested, just hanging out of her bag so she grab it quickly. She was thankfulthat she had chosen a table away from the doorway so she couldn’t be seen bywhoever had invaded her shop.

“Yeah, I can read. Figured you’d make an exception seein’ asI got a key and all.”

And she was startled all over again, her hand immediately pullingaway from her bag. Beth shoved away from the workbench and moved to the door,trying to tidy her hair before he saw (though she knew it was futile – he alwayssaw everything, especially when she was trying to hide it).

There he stood – dark shirt buttoned to his throat, darkpants, and sneakers with a duffle bag strap hooked on his shoulder. Beth staredfor a long moment.

“What are you doing here?” she finally asked. “I thought youweren’t back until Wednesday.”

He shrugged, eyes straying around the shop for a splitsecond, like he was taking stock. She wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Bethwas always careful to keep the shelves full because it looked nicer than if afew items were missing so he wouldn’t be able to judge business based on acursory glance – not that it mattered – she let him look at the books becausethey were washing cash carefully through the craft store.

“Business was done.” He answered casually, eyes fixed onher.

She couldn’t read anything from him. Beth figured thingswere fine because he didn’t have that hard edge to his shoulders that he hadwhen things weren’t going well, and his lips weren’t dipping down at the edgeswhich typically indicated a sour mood.

“You could have called. I would have stayed at the house soyou didn’t have to trek all the way here.” Beth moved past the counter, butstopped, unsure of where they stood after his two weeks of almost no contact.

“I did. Your phone is off.”

“Oh,” Beth suddenly remembered. “Annie was drunk texting me,so I shut it off. I figured an hour would be enough for her to fall asleep.”

Rio huffed, the corner of his mouth turning up a fraction whichshe knew meant he was amused.

“Your sister’s a trip.”

“Mm.”

Beth knew she was staring, knew she was being weird aboutit, but she was trying to pick up on something – anything – that would explainwhat she’d spent two weeks stressing over.

“Why you lookin’ at me like that?” he finally asked, slidingforward just slightly, one hand holding the strap of his duffle bag, the otherstuffed into his pocket.

“Like what?”

“Like you just seen a ghost.”

“Sorry,” she blurted. “I just wasn’t expecting you to behere.”

“Well, I am.” He held her gaze, like he was waiting forsomething, and Beth was so flustered and unsure, she couldn’t think of what itcould be. “Thought absence was supposed to make the heart grow fonder orwhatever bullshit people always sayin’.”

“I…” And Beth’s brow furrowed. “You…when you were away, youdidn’t really seem like you wanted anything to do with me and-“

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” He grumbled, letting his bag droploudly to the floor as he took two long strides to reach her. His hand wastangled in her messy ponytail and his mouth was on hers before she had a chanceto admonish him. She wasn’t necessarily religious, but she still didn’t thinkit was a good idea to take the Lord’s name in vain while adding a word he certainlywouldn’t approve of.

Beth was frozen for a split second before she felt herselfgo boneless against him.

“Shit, I missed you.” He breathed against her parted lipsbefore kissing her again.

Beth pushed up against him, wrapping her arms around historso to keep him tethered to her. And now, feeling him against her andtouching her again, Beth felt her worries melt away. It felt ridiculous in thismoment to believe that she’d questioned his loyalty over a few spotty weeks oftexting.

When his hands started creeping beneath her shirt, Bethhuffed a laugh against his mouth.

“We are not desecrating my workroom again. It took me monthsbefore I could go back in there without stuttering. That and there are pineneedles everywhere, and I don’t want to be stuck anywhere on my person withthem.”

“Yeah, but you ain’t got pine needles in your office. Stillhaven’t had you on a desk, though I offered at the dealership.” He grabbed herhand, pulling her back behind the counter.

“You didn’t offer,” Beth protested. “You were trying tostrong arm me.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you were bein’ a smartass.”

“You liked it.” Beth shot back, knowing she sounded smug.

“Yeah, too much.”

Later, sprawled out on the paperwork he’d shoved to thefloor in an effort to clear her desk, he would explain that he was spotty withmessages because she distracted him too much and he needed to focus on what hewas doing. Beth would get him to promise her that next time he’d tell her that,instead of letting her dangle in the unknown. She would breathe against hisneck that she missed him too, softly in the dimly lit office, and he’d kiss herlike he was sealing something between them. Beth was certain he was.

#nbc good girls #good girls nbc #fanfic #my post #Anonymous

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bri-rog-deak-fred · 5 years

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In Good Company (Part 4: Finale)

Brian May x Reader: The reader is the 5th member of queen, and she sleeps with Brian when they were both drunk and she finds out she’s pregnant half way through a tour, causing her to try and hide the pregnancy from everyone, especially Brian. Rock stars don’t have babies, right?

Note: Alrighty folks, the time has come!! This is the 4th part to the In Good Company series. Thank you to everyone who has read and continues to read this. It’s been a pleasure writing this all for you! Now, it does say finale, but I was thinking about writing maybe a BONUS part 5 about life having the baby with Brian. Let me know if anyone would interested in that sort of thing. Anyways, I’ll leave you to some angst to fluff. I sure enjoyed all of your company! Keep requesting, I have two new projects, a request and maybe a Cinderella-esque story, so keep an eye out for those! Kisses! xxx

PART 4:

Many things ran through your mind, like why wasn’t the door locked? What were you going to say? Brian looks awfully faint… Uh-Oh. You felt your body drain of all warmth when you looked up and realized it was actually Brian staring at you and your middle, face twisting in odd concentration.

You act quickly, throwing the guitar to the side and swiftly moving across the room, pulling on a dressing robe, closing it quickly over your stomach, thanks to your ill-fitting night shirt. You felt your heart pound.

“You should’ve knocked.” Was the only thing you could muster, wishing you could shrink yourself and hide. Brian was still shocked. He swallowed and took in a deep breath. His hand found the back of his head, still desperately trying to understand why you were hiding something to huge.

“You’re…” He began finding himself still at a lose for words. You clenched your teeth, feeling your arms shaking. “You’re pregnant? Since when? How-“ Brian tried again, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head. He opened his eyes again, trying once more. “You’re pregnant?” He asked, voice going up a few octaves, barely loud enough to hear.

You took in a deep sigh, wishing that the stars would grant you courage, but you still found yourself scared, and weak. “Yes. I’m pregnant.” You answer slowly, biting your cheek.

“Since when- No, how- Why didn’t you tell anyone? Brian questioned, quickly closing his mouth that had been hanging open. His face suddenly twisted into frustration and he crossed his arms. He blew out a long exhale, sounding exactly how he did when he was pissed during an audio take and Roger would goof off. It wasn’t a good sign. You couldn’t reply, not knowing how to answer, truthfully.

“So… You’re pregnant. You’re having a baby…and you just weren’t going to tell anyone? Not Freddie… Roger, John. Not even me?” His voice was harsh and annoyed, hanging on to a little jealousy too. “Just for you to go about, risking hurting yourself… or even the baby for that matter, every night on the stage and pushing yourself to exhaustion, and everyone away from you? What about when we get home? Did you think you were just going to come home one day with a baby and think hmmm, this’ll be fine?” Brian was getting more upset by the second, more frustrated than anything. He didn’t realize how loud he was being.

You felt your eyes sting and you pull in a shaky breath, feeling your chest tighten at Brian’s words. “I was being safe on stage, you know that. Tonight was different. I haven’t felt that close to you in ages! I’ve been safe! I-I couldn’t say anything, Bri. I couldn’t ruin this tour for us, for Queen. For anyone’s reputations. A baby would send the media crazy and suddenly there’ll be photographers peeping in through our windows. They’d make stories about you or Roger or Deaky or even Fred and I couldn’t do that to you all. I knew from the second I found out that I was pregnant that life would be very hard, hiding it or not. I honestly- I don’t know what I’m going to do, I can’t do this alone…I just..I-I… I’m scared Brian.” You say, voice mixed with short gasps and tears beginning to fall. “I’m so scared.” You breath finally, hiding your face by burying your face in your hands.

Brian’s face immediately softened, feeling his heart pang for the poor girl in front of him. He let out a gentle sigh. Brian May bit his lip and shook his head, putting his hands on his hips. He walked around for a moment, just to come back to his same spot, heart breaking for you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really had no idea. Y/N/N love, I’m sorry for yelling.” He said softly, feeling terrible for getting so upset, but you understood his anger and frustration. You felt the same way towards yourself. He looked at your figure and let out deep breath, slowly approaching you. He held out his arms and you were hesitant at first, but the look in his eyes was different. He gently held you, calming you momentarily, before he sat down with you, on the edge of the bed you had just been laying in.

He took in a deep breath and sat up straight, prompting you to do the same as you wiped you eyes with your sleeve. “I didn’t mean to get so upset, Y/N. I really didn’t. I hope you can forgive me for being this way. It’s just a difficult thing and I wouldn’t want any harm to come to you or the baby. I just care… so much for you. Having a baby is huge. It’s life changing for some and I really wish you would’ve told me. I thought I was your best friend.” Brian let out a gentle laugh, voice still soft and comforting. “Am I not your best friend?” He asked in a silly way, trying to meet your eyes through his eyelashes.

You swallow and look to him. “Brian, you’ll always be my best friend.” You smile, laughing gently too as more tears fell from your eyes. You sniffled and let out a breath. “It’s just… Brian.” You try, not knowing how to begin with bringing up the fact that you actually very much loved him and that you were carrying his child.

“Hmm, what?” He asked, tilting his head a little to look at your face. His eyes were hazel green once again. The same hazel green of that night.

“Do you remember anything that happened on our holiday that week we were driving through Arizona?” You ask very quietly, cheeks going pink with embarrassment from the memories that were all coming back and flooding your brain.

Brian gulped. “Yes, I-I do.” He answered. “Why’s that?” voice sounding a little suspicious.

“I’m not crazy, am I?” You ask, sighing and looking down to your stomach. “I just… I remember that we went out for drinks and that I asked you to come over to my room that night.” You begin, picking at your cuticles on your fingers. “And, if I’m not mistaken. I believe I told you that I loved you. Very much so and then we-“ You gasp a little, feeling your cheeks burn bright, eyes meeting Brian’s for a moment. You looked away.

“I always thought that maybe I had imagined that… or that I saw it in a dream or something.” Brian let out a breath of relief. “So, I really wasn’t dreaming? You love me and we actually …had sex?” Brian said, laughing slightly as he smiled greatly. “Afraid so. I thought maybe you had forgotten and I didn’t want to ruin a friendship over a drunken wet dream or something along those lines.” You say, chuckling with him too. “I just… I wanted to tell you that… I really do have feelings for you. You make me feel so safe and at home, Bri. I love every inch of you and the things you do. I love you, truly, Brian May.” You confess with watery eyes.

“I love you, Y/N L/N. I don’t think I could love someone anymore.” He smiled, eyes shining with the light of the Milky Way.

You smile and laugh under your breath, shaking your head.

“There’s something else I should tell you, since my secret is out and I’m talking to you now.” You rolled your shoulders back and held your chin up high.

Brian’s face grew a little scared once more. ‘What more could happen now?’ He thought.

“Well, I’m sure you’re a little curious as to how this- “ You gesture to your round stomach. “-Happened.”

Brian shrugged a little. “I’m sure whoever it was would be thrilled to know a rock goddess was having their child.” He said, trying to be chuffed, but inside he was a little jealous of the person, whomever they were.

“You… were… the first and only person I happened to have slept with on this entire tour.” You say, pursing your lips and looking around the room, before you found Brian’s face, hoping he understood.

Brian laughed, wondering how both of you could be so scared to even discuss it in the first place. He began to nod, tisking, not really understanding quite the reason behind you telling him your sex life, until it hit him like a tour bus. “Wait, you’ve only had sex with me? Wouldn’t that mean that…” He looked from you to your belly, back up to you. His face was absolutely astounded, surprised and smiling. “I’m going to be a dad?” He asked, soul blooming so wildly in his chest.

You couldn’t hold back your smile as you nodded in confirmation, your hand holding the side of your stomach for support and comfort.

“If you’d like… yes. I-I wouldn’t want anything more than to be yours and have this baby with you Bri.” You admit and took his hand, squeezing it tightly. “Only if you want, though. I know it’s very sudden for me to spring this onto you. Don’t think that I’m holding you back should you find someone else-“ You shook your head before Brian stopped you with a deep warm kiss, wrapping his arms around your body.

He held you so close, looking at you as if you were the most brilliant constellation in his universe. “I would like nothing more than to have this baby with you, Y/N. I would be honored to do this with you. I love you. But, I am going to have to take you on a few dates to know you better.” Brian joked and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We can even turn my room into a nursery if you’d like, when we get back.” Brian suggested, head swimming with thoughts of becoming a father and having a baby with Y/n’s beautiful eyes and her gorgeous Y/H/C hair.

“I love you too… so much Bri. I’m sorry about all of this.” You began.

Brian interjected before you could even start apologizing again. “No, I’m sorry for not noticing that any of this was going on. I should’ve known. I really should have.” He sighed and stood up. You stand with him. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to grab a few things, then I’ll be right back. I’m staying with you tonight.” He teased, shutting his eyes and pursing his lips. “Tonight and tomorrow night and the night after that…” You began, laughing and kissing his nose as he bent down until his face could meet yours. ”Forever.” He smiled. “Or until Queen breaks up.” You roll your eyes. “Hey, okay. Don’t say that.” Brian opens his with a dramatic gasp.

“Oh you know we’ll all be old and well into our 70’s still doing all of this. We’ll be relics, but legends. I just know it.” You beam, taking Brian’s hand. “Can I show you something quite incredible before it ends?” You ask, feeling a familiar flutter in your middle again.

“Oh, anything!” Brian said excitedly. You take a step back and untie your robe. You took in a deep breath and let it fall open. Brian’s eyes fell to your swollen belly feeling so oddly protective. His heart swelled knowing that it was his baby. He smiled fondly as you took his hands and gently placed them on your belly. You hiss, his fingers chilly against your sensitive skin. You held up a finger to Brian, telling him to be patient. A few moments passed before you felt the kicks again and moved his calloused fingers a little more upwards.

Brian starred down in awe, feeling the tiny fluttering against his hand. “Oh wow….” He said so softly, voice ever so gentle and calm. “They’re so strong already, my goodness. Oh my goodness.” He kept repeating, unable to process it fully. “They really only started doing that today. All through the show tonight. I felt the strong flutters every now and again. It makes it feel all the more real. Even to me too.” You sniffle and feeling a very strong urge to protect this child you were giving life to.

Brian looked up to you with teary eyes and stifled back a cry of joy. You would always remember the way he looked up in such admiration as he got to experience the baby for the first time. You felt guilty that you hadn’t just told him in the first place. “That’s really our baby, isn’t it?” He breathed out, feeling pure unadulterated joy, getting down to his knees. You let out a heavy sigh, placing your hands on your back, feeling a little twinge by the base of your spine.

Brian pressed a gentle kiss to where the flutters were occurring, before you heard him beginning to whisper softly. You smile fondly, feeling as though your heart would explode from the happiness and domestic moment you had always longed for with Brian.

“What are you saying, dear?” You asked, eyes finding Brian’s. He had a cheeky smile on his face.

“I’m telling our little one how much I really do love their mother, and how proud I am to be called their father… and that they will never be a drummer.” He hummed, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

“Go get your things, Bri. We need to rest. We’ll need to have a chat with everyone once we’re on the tour bus back to the airport.” You help him stand, kissing once more.

And so he did, leaving to grab his things. You put your robe back on and stood in the door way, helping him move his things inside so both could share a space together once again.

When he was finally settled, you both were excitedly talking about the baby and plans for it, leading to Brian waiting to feel the baby kick once more, and then you two cuddling up in bed, Brian holding you so securely. You nuzzled your face into his chest, inhaling his scent so deeply. He smelled so wonderful you couldn’t help but shiver. Brian noticed and silently pulled the covers up a little more to warm you up, thinking that maybe you had shivered from getting cold. You pressed a gentle kiss to his sternum, feeling him return the kiss gently to the top of your head. You finally drift off to sleep, feeling so happy and whole with Brian at your side.

After everyone had finally woken up and started to pack all their things, you couldn’t help but feel nervous having to tell your band mates about your pregnancy and relationship with Brian. You look through your clothes, picking at the many things you wish you could be wearing, but you sigh and frown. Brian notices your struggle. “You know, I don’t think you really need to hide it anymore.” He said, coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Plus, I think you look stunning like this. You are a true vision of Aphrodite.” He hummed and kissed your cheek.

“Are you saying I should wear nothing?” You giggle, playfully tickling his side. You sigh and click your tongue. You rummage through your suit case and find a beautiful bright red sun dress that had ruffled baby doll sleeves and a high waist line. It was long and flowed down your legs. It would actually hide your stomach perfectly. You smile at it, remembering wearing it that night you danced with Brian.

“Close your eyes for a second.” You say, smiling to yourself as you hid the red dress from Brian’s view.

He put his hands over his eyes. “Uhm… why?” He asked. “Just wait a moment.” You say, struggle in your voice as you undress and get the red dress on over your head. Your chest was a little too big for the top of the dress, hoping your boobs weren’t as fully on display as you felt, but the rest hung off your body perfectly. You quickly strap on a par of wooden wedge heels and fixed your hair, ruffling it up a little. You let out a deep sigh, giving yourself a once over in the mirror. “Okay.” You said quietly.

Brian opened his eyes and found you, eyes widening at the sight of you in the beautiful red dress you had gotten from New Orleans. He drank in every ounce of your being, from your gorgeously feathered hair, to the read capped sleeves that sat lightly around your shoulders. Or the lovely, tiny tied white bow on the front of the dress, heaving as your chest did with every breath. The lovely flowing red fabric over your body, and your hands to your sides as your belly poked through the dress only slightly.

“What do you think? Is it too much?” You ask, hoping his silence was for good reason. “Out of the whole universe, how did I get so lucky to have had so many moments created for me just for this one to occur? I’m… You steal my breath away, Y/N.” Brian said, head almost feeling dizzy with your beauty. A true Renaissance painting you were. And you were his. “I think you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever saw.” He says quietly.

You blush hard, feeling your throat tighten. “Bri..” You laugh and hide your face from embarrassment. You shook your head. “Come on, they’ll leave without us.” You say and press a kiss to his cheek as you begin grabbing all your things. You throw your faux fur jacket on about to pick up one of your suitcases before Brian swiped it up first. “Nope. No heavy lifting, Y/N.” He said, struggling with all his bags. “I’ll be okay, Brian. You have a lot of your own. We’re just taking it to the bus.” You chuckle and grab your bags and guitar case.

Once everyone was settled on the bus, you all chit chatted while the bus began its last stretch of the journey to the nearest airport. You sat next to Brian, hands occasionally brushing up against each other’s as you talked with Freddie over a riveting game of scrabble. You watched Brian play his words, gaining a great idea about how to tell your friends about your news. “I call next round.” You say, squinting your eyes around the table at John and Roger and then Freddie, sending him a suspicious grin and a wink.

Once Freddie was declared winner (yet again, somehow), you take the bag of playing tiles, shaking them up quite a bit. “Alright, I’m sure they’re shuffled, Y/N. You’re not going to win by warming them up.” Roger laughed, ashing his cigarette in a glass bowl behind him, on a window ledge.

“Just hold on.” You roll your eyes at him and begin to spell out words on the board, getting confused looks all around. You smiled quite proudly to yourself when you were done, turning it around so the boys sitting across from you could read it.

Across the board you had spelled out:

I M PREGNANT

Freddie starred before looking up to you with a wide-open mouth. “What?!” He shrieked.

John smiled happily to you, chuckling to himself and your little secret with him.

Roger took a moment longer, looking at you and then to Brian and then back to you. He looked back to the words and then back up, before it struck him. “You’re having a baby! Holy shit!” He shouted, laughing. Freddie climbed over the seat, standing by your side, scooping you up into a large hug. “Congratulations! Oh my goodness, my dearest darling, you’re having a baby!” Freddie laughed wildly. Everyone had huge smiles and felt so happy for you. “You shouldn’t just be congratulating me, though.” You say and Freddie looks at your face lips pulled taught. “What do you mean by that? Roger, what did you do!” He accused him, flipping his hair, turning to him with his hands on his hips and a sour look on his face. John and Brian laugh too.

Roger gasped and shook his head. “No! No! I didn’t do anything I swear!” He began defending himself like a little school boy. You laugh hard, cheeks turning bright pink. “No, Fred. It wasn’t Roger.” You grab Freddie’s hand, meet his eyes once again. Brian cleared his throat and stood, his hand hesitant before it wrapped around your waist. He looked to everyone and then to you. All the boys were silent, and Freddie looked to Brian’s face, smile pulling hard at his face, enough for tears to form in his eyes.

“Brian and I are having a baby.” You say and hold on to Brian’s hand.

Freddie got choked up, taking a moment to collect himself as he broke down from happiness, fanning his eyes. “Oh look at me! You’ve made me a into a bubbling mess!” He said, laughing softly. “Oh lovies, I never thought it would happen, you two were too stupid to see your feelings. Congratulations, my darlings.” He said, playfully punching Brian’s arm before pulling you in a great hug. The punch to Brian had everyone starting to laugh, apart from Roger. He quietly fumed in the corner. You notice and look to him, biting your lip.

“Roger? What’s wrong?” You asked, pressing your back against Brian’s chest.

“I owe Freddie 50 quid for betting you two wouldn’t actually get together, and I owe John another 20 quid for betting that Brian wouldn’t have any sex on this tour.” He huffed. Brian send up a look of daggers and you couldn’t help but snicker.

“Dear, you’ll have to let me help decorate the nursery.” Freddie began, taking your hands and sitting back down, talking up and down about the baby and how excited he was for you both. Roger insisted that his new name would have to be Uncle Rog, the cool uncle. Once you got a second with John, he began to babble on and on about his baby and what he and Veronica had been through and suggested that you all have a double date and discuss. You smiled, finding yourself in truly good company.

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Thinking Of You (Mona x MC Fanfiction) - Chapter 9 // July Challenge Day #12 (Revelation)

You said move on Where do I go? I guess second best Is all I will know

Summary: Years later, Allison has everything she wants, a brand-new internship as a doctor, a handsome boyfriend… but her first nightshift won’t go as expected…

Genre: Romance, Angst

Tag list: @zoe6111, @simsvetements, @mvrinettes, @whoinvitedalx, @scarlet-letter-a0114, @abunchofbadchoices, @kamilahmademedoit, @janurary, @talkinlikeateen, @eagle-one-1, @andreear17, @tia-bi, @monagf, @monahott, @fal-carrington, @crazzyplays, @honorablebicycle, @teja-desai, @iam-the-fuckin-queen (let me know if you want to be tagged!)

Notes:

- English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistakes.

- As I couldn’t write an entry for @choicesjulychallenge today, I’ll be using this chapter for the theme (Revelation).

- This chapter contains some NSFW content.

“You bribed my daughter, who has been recently operated, to play the bait for a serial killer on the loose. Are you out of your mind?! You are no different from that Kaneko man!”

The discussion and yelling in the living room had been going on for hours. Mona’s mother, Sara, was extremely furious at Detective Wheeler, not letting him speak a single word. For a moment, Mona even felt sorry for him.

“I told you,” Mona said. “You don’t wanna push her buttons. She will keep yelling at him for days.”

“Wow,” Allison commented. “Now I know where you’ve got your temper from.”

“No, actually I’m more like…”

Mona looked down at the message on her cellphone. Her father sent her a picture of her at college, in the basketball game, telling how proud he was. She knew he was only being sarcastic.

“You’re not like him, Mona. From what you’ve told me he’s selfish, arrogant, puts his own well-being above anything.”

“And how I’m different from that?”

“You took a bullet for me, and now you’re in this investigation because you didn’t want me to do this alone.”

“Maybe I was only trying to spend more time with you.”

Allison looked at her in silence for a brief moment, her eyes staring at her mouth in an inviting manner. Since their false kiss in Brian’s room, moments like that were getting more and more frequent.

“Whenever you want, babe.”

“I want it right now,” she prevented Mona from going forward, “but… Griffin.”

Mona rolled her eyes. It was like that douchebag had been purposely ghosting Allison to prevent her from dumping him.

The door opened in a slam, interrupting the moment.

“And you,” Mona’s mother shouted at her. “I thought you had finally learned your lesson, but no. You’ve got yourself in trouble again, for another woman!”

“…” she still tried to argue, but her mother interrupted her.

“No. Don’t even try to justify yourself.”

She entered the room, impatient, examining Allison head to toes, as if she was scanning for a threat. After she finished, she took a deep breath to recompose herself.

“You two, in my hotel room tonight. 8 o’ clock. Don’t be late.”

———-

Allison had only going through the experience of meeting in-laws only once, with Griffin’s parents, in a fancy dinner to celebrate their anniversary. Meeting Mona’s mother was twice as scary, knowing she held an enormous grudge against her.

8 o’ clock they met her in a hotel room. She was sitting behind a laptop, ready to give them instructions. For decades, she had been working with technology and programming. One of her latest jobs was for the security company, who works for the University they were attending. According to Mona, until now absolutely no one, could pass her security protocols, even to hack grades or the surveillance cameras.

“I’m not being able to retrieve the data without direct access to the University’s network,” she explained. “I’ll need you to go to the library, plug this flash drive in one of the computers and install the programming.”

“Piece of cake for your smartass daughter,” Mona bragged. “Let’s go, Allison.”

“It’s not only that. You’ll have to wait until I’m able to decrypt the footage. When I call you, you clean the computer and come back here.”

“Understood.”

“Do you promise to be careful?” Sara got up from her chair, tucking a strand of her daughter’s hair behind her ear. “If you see anybody or anything suspicious, stop immediately and run.”

“Mom,” Mona assured her. “Nothing is happening to me this time. I promise.”

Allison smiled softly, noticing how respectful and sweet Mona was for her mom. She wouldn’t let anybody else command her or yell at her like that, but with that woman she was an entirely different person.

“Meanwhile we can attend the party,” Allison suggested. “My dad said it could be a good opportunity to find more suspects.”

Mona’s mother expression changed and she looked at her in an intimidating manner again.

“Look Allison,” she sighed. “I have absolutely nothing against you, as we just met. But like your father, I’d rather you to keep a distance from my daughter. In case you have forgotten, she almost died because of you.”

“M-Mom…” Mona tried to argue, but Allison interrupted her. “I’ve already told you…”

“I could never forget what she did for me. And while we both agree it was a little stupid, it also shows how brave and selfless she is.”

“Brave?!” The woman let out a small laugh. “I’ll tell you something, everytime my daughter gets brave because of a girl, it never ends well.”

“I’m completely different from her ex, that I can assure you.”

“How exactly? Where were you for all these years she spent in jail? Did you know she was always mourning your absence?”

“I told her to not go visit me, or even write me,” Mona protested. “I wanted her to follow with her life and she did. No hard feelings.”

Allison inhaled deeply. She felt extremely guilty for never visiting Mona, despite her request. Letters, she had written a thousand, that she never sent, wondering how she’d react. She never wanted to cause Mona more pain, but it didn’t mean she stopped loving her or that she had abandoned her completely. With teary eyes and a confident voice, she finally confessed a secret no one ever knew.

“Wrong. You’re wrong… If Mona is here tonight it’s because of me. Because I could never forget or abandon her. I promised I’d get her out of jail and I did, I paid for her lawyer.”

There was a complete and awkward silence in the room. Mona was paralyzed, she opened her mouth several times but no words would come out.

“Y-You did… what? H-How?”

“Dr. Williams was giving this lecture in Langston, and as I learned she was one of the best lawyers in the country I went after her. She had never lost a single cause. The price I had to pay was extremely high, of course, but nothing that selling my car couldn’t do.”

No more words were pronounced. Mona seemed a little bit surprised and disturbed. The drive to the university was completely quiet. It was only when they arrived at the library that Allison finally asked.

“M-Mona, you’re not mad at me, right? For paying for your lawyer? I asked Dr. Williams secrecy because I didn’t know how you’d react but… I’ve never felt so happy in my life like when she told me they had reduced your penalty in a great deal.”

Mona stopped what she was doing at the computer to look at her.

“That was the hell of a good car. It was really stupid of you to sell it, because of me,” she told. “But how am I supposed to be mad? If it wasn’t for you, I would…” her mouth opened in a huge grin. “I’ll never be able to thank you enough.”

At the desk, their hands met again.

“You’re worth every penny. I would never give up on you.”

“When I’m allowed to, I’m gonna kiss you so much you’ll wish to lock me up again.”

“I could never!” Allison punched her shoulder slightly.

“You’ll see,” a notification indicated the computer job was done. “So, party?”

———–

They were leaving the library holding hands. Mona was so happy nothing could ruin her mood, not even Krista, who was sitting at a near desk focused.

“Look at her, isn’t her perfect?” Mona commented. “Way too perfect?”

“What?” Allison furrowed her brows. “Do you think she could be a suspect?”

“It won’t hurt to take a look.”

Hidden behind a shelf of books, they waited until Krista left for a moment. Mona rushed to her desk, taking a hurried look at her papers. As expected, all she could find was Krista’s homework and a schedule with her Bible studies.

“You were right after all,” she told Allison. “Our girl is clean.”

Yet, something caught her eye as they were leaving. A keychain hanging out of her purse. Her brand-new car had been acquired at her father’s dealership.

The party was crowded and loud. A hurricane of teenagers getting drunk and wild in many manners. Spotting them as they arrived, Brian waved and smiled, coming in their direction.

“Hello Brian,” Allison greeted.

“Have you seen anything weird these days?” Mona asked.

“Except for two dudes from the team joining Kista studies?” He told. “Not at all. It seems whoever is selling the stuff is laying low for a while.”

“I see. Remember our deal.”

“Always.”

He returned to his drinking game with a group of friends.

Mona’s high expectations for that night were quickly frustrated, when Dr. Allison Wheeler told she couldn’t, under any circumstances, to play beer pong or do a keg stand yet, because of her recent surgery.

“That’s okay, I guess I can keep living without a full-experience of college. How else are we supposed to have fun then?”

“Let’s dance,” Allison took her by the hand to the dance floor. “Still get the moves?”

“You can bet on it, gorgeous.”

Mona started dancing around her in a seductive, inviting manner. Allison responded by doing a sexy set of moves herself, pressing her back on Mona’s body and leaving their faces only one breath away.

The song changed to an old pop song. Allison’s expression suddenly changed. She became sad and distant.

“What’s wrong?” Mona asked, placing her hands on her waist and bringing her closer. “Missing Irwin?”

“It’s nothing,” Allison wrapped her arms around her neck. “It’s just…” she looked down, blushing a little bit, “this song used to make me sad. It reminded me of you.”

Mona closed her eyes, paying attention to the song’s lyrics. She had listened to it probably a thousand times before, but it never meant anything so far. As their bodies slowly moved together, she inhaled Allison’s sweet and hypnotizing fragrance. It was becoming harder and harder to resist the urge to kiss her.

“Well, you’re getting your ’another life’. It’s up to you to take it or leave it.”

“I’m not letting you get away, not again.”

Mona brushed her lips on Allison’s, requesting her permission to go further. But before she could move forward, her cell phone started ringing.

“My mom,” she announced. “She has gotten the footage. We have to go.”

———-

Allison sat tense on an armchair, waiting for Mona’s mother to play the footage on a screen. She glanced at Mona, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, so expectant as she was.

“The Leon guy is innocent,” her mother told, pressing the ’play’ button. “Here we have our suspect. The one who cleaned the basketball player’s room.”

“Krista?!” Mona shouted, looking at the screen. “I knew it! I told you, Allison. Too perfect to be true.”

“But… she’s only the tip of the iceberg,” Allison said. “Somebody big and powerful is commanding her.”

Mona fell pensive, before letting out of laugh.

“Of course. David is behind her! He’s her godfather. It explains his move to Los Angeles and his sudden obsession with me. He expected me to be his dealer.”

“Wait,” Sara interrupted. “You think your father is developing synthetic drugs? Honey, at this point I thought you knew him better. David is a dumb coward.”

“But her car came from his dealership!”

“I hate to do this but…"

Minutes later, Mona’s father, David, also joined them in that small hotel room. Allison had never been in such an awkward situation before. There was clearly a tension in the air between the three of them. Recently, Allison learned that Mona’s parents were quite young when she was born. When she was only two, her father abandoned them for his current wife.

"A family gathering. How lovely,” Mona mocked. “Allison, call your father. Something tells me his handcuffs will be needed here.”

She gave her father a threatening look.

“What? You think I’m behind this girl?!” He protested. “I’ve never seen her in my life before.”

“She has the same car as you. It came from your dealership and gifted to her by a godfather.”

“Wait, now you mentioned it, I think I remember…”

He searched his phone for the most recent sales of that specific model of car.

“A little over two months ago, this man came to my dealership. He bought not one, but three, of this same car model. He paid for them immediately, in cash. I thought it was shady, illegal maybe, but…”

“You needed to make money,” Sara finished.

“Exactly,” David cleared his throat and passed her his phone, while she did a background search on her laptop.

“Got it. Indeed, he’s Krista’s godfather. There are plenty of pictures of them together on the internet.”

She transmitted the laptop image to the larger screen. Allison’s eyes went wide, as she couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing.

“Dr. Carlson?!” She covered her mouth in shock.

“Correct, Emmett Carlson. Powerful and influent doctor. A perfect mind to be behind the drug’s creation. Do you know him?”

Now everything made sense. Of course she had seen Krista before, in one of the big parties the Carlsons threw.

“I heard him on the phone with a guy in the hospital’s parking lot the other day,” Mona told. “I thought the conversation was creepy but I had no idea.”

“Now I’ve been declared innocent, can I leave?”

Mona rolled her eyes at David. Then, she approached Allison by the window. Placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay? I mean, it must be hard for you to know…”

Allison hugged her and started sobbing.

“The main component of the drug is obtained from a plant, found only in Africa. You know what that means right?”

Allison nodded, without being able to answer. Griffin was involved in the scheme, of course. It explained his trip and his recent behavior.

“I’ll be alright,” she took a deep breath. “I just need to get out of here and clean my head for a while.”

———

“Allison,” Mona told. “I know how you must be feeling but… this isn’t a good idea at all.”

“I don’t care,” she accelerated Mona’s car at the empty and dark road, as much as she could. “I do it all the time when I need to relax.”

Mona started questioning what was making her more nervous, if it was the fear of getting caught by the police or the fear Allison could damage her car.

In a sudden and dangerous move, they were out of the road and Allison started drifting around the sand. At least now Mona was sure of the improvements her father had done in her car.

They stopped. Allison was panting in stress and adrenaline. She looked determined to start drifting again.

“Stop,” Mona placed her hand on the wheel. “You’re gonna get us both killed and we need to hand your father this flash drive with the evidence we got. We’re doing this, right?”

“How can you even ask this?” Allison shouted. “What do you think I am? That I’m involved too?”

“Of course not, but… this will be the end of your engagement with Griffin.”

In a blink of an eye, Allison moved unexpectedly and straddled Mona on the passenger seat.

“My engagement with Griffin ended when you walked through that hospital’s door,” she wrapped her arms around Mona’s neck and stared deeply into her eyes, making her heart race inside her chest. “Don’t you understand? I never belonged to him. My body could be his, but my heart and soul were always yours!”

Her eyes locked with Mona’s burning in pure desire.

“I was only with him because I couldn’t be with you.”

Mona grabbed her left hand, looking at the big diamond on her finger.

“Can I do the honors?” Mona asked.

“As you wish,” Allison shrugged.

Mona slipped the ring out of her finger, throwing it by the window in the middle of the desert.

“Good riddance.”

Her mouth met Allison’s in a hungry and desperate kiss, while her hands explored the rest of her body, wanting to feel every inch of her. Allison’s mouth lowered to her neck, placing small kisses and biting softly.

“You still remember how I like it.”

“How could I forget?”

Allison took off her shirt, letting Mona kiss the way down to her chest. Her hands traveled from her lower back to the waistband of her skirt and then to her inner tights.

“Should I take it slow or…?” Mona grinned.

“No,” Allison kissed her again, nibbling on her lower lip. “Give me all you’ve got.”

“Remember, you asked for it.”

Wasting no more time, Mona’s hands found their way to where Allison wanted her the most. As she massaged the most sensitive area of her body, she moved her hips to meet the rhythm. Her mouth wouldn’t leave Mona’s not even for a second.

“You have…” Allison moaned between pants, as she arched her back in pleasure, “no idea… how much I wanted this.”

“Really?” Mona teased, whispering in her ear. “So that means you’d still think of me, once in a while, when you…”

“Everytime. Even when I was with Griffin. Sometimes I’d close my eyes and pretend it was you I was having sex with.”

“Okay, you’re driving me really crazy here, but we’re kinda cramped. Let’s move to the backseat.”

As they moved, Allison quickly advanced, pinning Mona on the backseat, where she started taking off her clothes. She started placing kisses everywhere she undressed. When there was only Mona’s underwear left, she stopped.

“What are you waiting for?” She complained. “I wanted it as much as you did.”

“Sorry, I hadn’t seen it in a while. I appreciating the view, you know?”

Allison laughed, lowering her head between Mona’s legs. She moved her tongue teasingly, reducing the pace to prolong the sensation.

“Am I doing this right?” She continued to provoke.

“Allison… just do it…”

“What’s the word?”

“Please!”

She lowered her head again, moving more intensely now, until Mona collapsed in ecstasy.

“Are you exhausted yet?” Allison wanted to know.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve waited eight years for this day. No way I’m stopping this soon!”

———-

When Allison woke up in the morning, she was still undressed, lying in Mona’s arms, in the middle of nowhere. Her phone had dozens of missed calls from her dad.

“Oh shit,” she looked at herself in the rear view mirror, checking the small purple bruises on her neck. “He’s going to kill me.”

She woke Mona up with a kiss and told her they needed to go.

“Come on,” she pulled Allison back to her arms. “Only a little bit longer. It’s just that… it feels unreal, like the last time.”

“It’s different now, there’s no Brotherhood standing in our way. We’ll have plenty of time to do this.”

“Straight to the precinct?” Mona asked, after getting dressed and taking control of her car.

“Actually, let’s go home first,” Allison suggested. “We’ll have a long day ahead and I’d like to shower first, grab something to eat.”

“Sure.”

A while later they were back to Allison’s place. A familiar car was parked in front of the house.

“Is that your dad’s?”

“I don’t think so.”

Allison swallowed hard. The front door was unlocked and as she opened it, two figures were standing in the living room.

“Dr. Carlson, Griffin. What are you both doing here?”

#ride or die #mona #mona rod #mona x mc #choices july challenge #playchoices #choices stories you play #ride or die fanfiction

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swervestrickland · 5 years

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Cowboy Shit

Adam Page, Word count: 1,989

(Note from Emi robwiethoff: this isn’t mine, a very nice anon wrote this for me and I love them for it)

You forced yourself to look up from the bar when you heard the door open. You could feel your breath get caught in your throat as the handsome cowboy started making his way over to the bar, where you were tending. He was tall, muscular, he had to have been at least six tall and you couldn’t help but try to imagine the abs he probably had under that tight, black button up shirt he was wearing. You didn’t want him to think you were checking him out, so your eyes finally met his and you thought you were gonna lose it. Even his eyes were gorgeous! Deep dark blue eyes that shined in comparison to the blonde stubble on his chin. Fuck.

“Can I get something started for you?” You asked, your voice cracking slightly. It was a small town, everyone knew everyone. But you didn’t know the stranger in front of you. And he was so gorgeous that you were sure that you’d remember his handsome face.

“I’ll start with a beer, thanks miss,” he said as he sat down. You nodded, taking a cold beer out of the fridge behind you and pouring it carefully onto a tall glass. You kept your eyes down as you served it to him, the last thing you wanted to do was stare at him, but that was battle you would soon lose. As you looked up at him, he gave you a small smile, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you returned it.

“What brings you here?” You asked him, once traffic at the bar had slowed down.

“I wanted some beer,” he replied, making you hold back a sigh.

“I meant this town. What brings you to this shithole? I haven’t seen you around here before.”

He chuckled, and you felt you were going to melt at how deep and sexy his laugh was. His voice was husky and deep as is, but his laugh was even better.

“I’d hope this town isn’t a shithole, I just got a job here. I’m the new teacher at Hollow Creek.”

He’s cute, and he’s smart? Who gave him the right?

“Hollow Creek, huh? You know all those kids there are super bratty. They’re real annoying,” you lied, knowing damn well those kids were the most well behaved kids in the state, “That’s why their last teacher left. Couldn’t handle it anymore.” Their last teacher had retired after 50 years of teaching, but you wanted to see where his heart was at, so you kept up the lie.

The man smirked, “Look at you, little liar! I’ve heard nothing but good things about the students. And their last teacher is like 80, so I don’t think they annoyed her away.“

You blushed, “Just testing you. What’s your name anyways?”

“Hangman.” You snickered at how ridiculous that sounded, causing him to blush and roll his eyes. “Okay, fine. It’s Adam. But don’t underestimate the things I can do with ropes.” Your eyes widened slightly, picturing him tying you up. Holy shit…

“Um-”

“I’m kidding. I’ll see you around…”

“Eliana,” you told him.

“Eliana. It was nice meeting you.”

The months started to go by in a haze. Every single day after work, Hangman, as you often called him, would come by the bar, order a beer or two and just chat with you. The two of you started to grow close, and your feelings for him also started to grow. He was sweet, funny, and caring. Every time he would laugh or smile, his eyes would shine, and that was enough to make whatever worries you had go away. Tonight was different. When Adam walked into the bar, he slumped down into his usual seat, head hanging down.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked him, as you reached to give him a beer.

“No beer. Give me whiskey. Strongest one you’ve got,” he said, halting you from opening the beer.

“Adam…” you started. It was rare that you called you Adam, you always called him Hangman as a joke, but this time was much more serious.

“Last I checked, you’re not supposed to ask me questions. Just get me some whiskey, dammit,” he snapped, completely taking you by surprise. Sadly he was right, you didn’t have a right to question or judge what customers were ordering. But it still made you sad. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to keep your face blank. As you grabbed the bottle of whiskey, your hands shook slightly. It was an extra effort not to drop it, but you poured it into a shot glass and served it to Adam.

“As you wish,” you mumbled, not liking how upset he looked. His eyes met yours, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to read your face. He quickly down the shot, wincing after.

“Two more,” he ordered, and you wordlessly poured him two more shots. You walked away, needing to tend the other people at the bar, and also needing to get away from him. You didn’t know what was wrong with him, but you could tell he wasn’t in the mood for talking about it.

As you served a vodka and orange to Cassidy, the ginger guy who didn’t have a job but was seemingly always spending money somehow, Adam waved you over, calling your name. When you finished serving Cassidy, you begrudgingly walked back over to Adam.

“Three more,” he ordered.

“What’s with you tonight? You’re not your usual self,” you commented, serving him the shots. He downed them extremely quickly, and you knew he was going to get drunk in no time. You wanted to cut him off, but by policy, he could order two more before you did have to cut him off.

“What, just cause you’re all worry free all the time doesn’t mean I am! Some of us have shit to do, El. Life isn’t just handing out beer and whiskey to men that stare at you and flirt with you,” he snapped, making your jaw drop.

You glared at him, “It’s a job, Adam. No one even flirts with me. What’s your problem tonight? What crawled up your ass?”

“You don’t think these men are flirting with you? Why else would half of these assholes come here everyday? To drink? There’s a liquor store two miles away. Besides, don’t you have a fucking date with Cassidy?”

You raised your eyebrows at him, “What?”

He leaned over, getting a little too close for comfort, “You tell me. You’re the one fucking him.” He stood up, angrily getting out of his seat and leaving.

You didn’t know where the fuck he was getting his information, but he was dead wrong. “Orange” Cassidy did indeed ask you out the night before, as Hangman was leaving the bar, but you had rejected him. You had eyes for one cowboy, all you wanted was your Hangman.

The next day, Adam walked back into the bar, and you were relieved to see him. He didn’t even sit down, he just pulled out his wallet.

“I need to pay my tab off,” he said, eyes not meeting yours. Adam normally paid part of his tab, but he never tried to pay all of it off at once. Which meant he had no intention of coming back.

“Yo-you’re not coming back?” Your voice cracked, frowning as you looked at him. “I don’t understand. Adam…”

“I won’t come back, no. Beer is cheaper at the liquor store.”

“Did I do something that hurt you? Adam, I didn’t do anything with-”

“Eliana. It’s okay. You can do whatever with whoever you want. I just… I think I’m kind of over the whole bar scene.”

You frowned, “Adam… I-”

“No, El. Can you just show me my tab please so I can get out of here?”

You felt your eyes water and you grabbed the tab and handed it to him. You pouted as he took several bills out of his wallet and set them down. You counted the bills, making sure it added up to the total, and handed him back his change.

“Great,” and that’s the last thing he said.

A few weeks passed, and Hangman didn’t return to the bar. Every night, you got your hopes up, but he still didn’t come back. Eventually Cassidy asked you out again, and you declined once more. You thought you were heart broken, and you couldn’t get Adam out of your head. It seemed ridiculous, considering the fact you were only friends, but you wanted more. Your heart longed for him, hoping the moment where he’d wrap his arms around you and kiss you would finally come. But now you never saw him anymore. Not even on the streets, not around the shops, nowhere. You missed your friend. The way he bit his lip sometimes when he smiled at you, the way he tried to tell corny jokes at you to make you laugh.

When you locked up the bar, you could hear someone behind you, which startled you. You turned around, placing a hand over your heart. Adam stared back at you, wearing light blue jeans, his red button shirt was unbuttoned, showing his white t-shirt underneath. Surely enough he was wearing his usual cowboy boots, he often said he had wear them because they were “Cowboy shit.”

“You closing up?” He asked, his voice strained, not holding the usual confidence that he spoke with.

“Yeah, but I’d make an exception for you,” you said, eager to have him back in your life. You just wanted him back, anyway you could get him.

“Yeah? Why? I don’t deserve it.”

You sighed, “Just get in here.” You opened the door, and he held it for you as you both walked in. You locked the door behind you, not wanting the people of the town to think you were still open. Adam stood in front of you, immediately resting his hands on your shoulders. You were a lot shorter than him, and it showed, him towering over you.

“I’m really sorry, Eliana. I fucked up a lot, and I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you. I talked to Cassidy today and I realized how much of an idiot I’ve been. Look, I genuinely enjoy your friendship and I don’t want you to think I was getting close to you just because I had a crush on you. I think you’re funny, you’re the sweetest person I’ve met in my life, but it was really hard for me when I thought you were dating Cassidy. I want you, and I want to be with you, and I thought you were with him, but he told me that you rejected him. I’m really sorry I was such an ass. I shouldn’t have been as immature as I was, and I never meant to hurt you. I don’t know how you feel about me, but there’s my apology, and I hope we can at least be friends again.”

“Adam, I’m pretty sure it’s against the cowboy rule book to turn your back on your friends. Especially one who really cares about you.”

You were ready to forgive him, but you kind of wanted to make him work for it a little.

“Oh, you got a copy of the cowboy rule book?” He joked, smiling down at you.

“Yeah, well, I kind of got feelings for some clown who thinks he’s all about that cowboy shit,” you retorted, smirking at him. His face lit up, when he realized that he was the cowboy clown, and he leaned down and kissed you. His hands cupped your cheeks, and you moved you arms around his waist, hugging him close to you. When he pulled his lips away from yours, he smiled at you.

“I’ve missed you, Hangman,” you said, finally able to get what you’ve wanted.

“I’ve missed you too, El.”

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NONNIE IM STRAIGHT UP SQUEALING THIS WAS SO GOOD IM SLDKFJSLDKFJSLDHSJKDFGHSKFJGHSKFDJHSKDJFHSHS HE’S JUST TOO CUTE HE’S TOO ADORABLE I AM SCREAMINGGGG THANK U NONNIE I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND JUST??? HE GOT SO HORRIBLY JEALOUS BUT HE CAME BACK AND APOLOGIZED AN SDLFSDKFJHSDJ THANK YOU

#my response to it is at the bottom bc i legit just started squealing thank u nonnie #hangman page #adam page #aew #fic #THIS ISN'T MINE; A REALLY NICE ANON WROTE THIS FOR ME #submission

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poachedhazontoast · 5 years

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Break Free

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Brian May x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating, pretty angsty at the beginning, not proofread because it’s 2 AM and I’ve been staring at this for waaaay too long.

Summary: Y/N finally ends the relationship that she’s felt stuck in for years, and Brian is there to pick up the pieces (wow I still suck at summaries, would you look at that).

A/N: This is my entry for @fredthelegend ‘s writing challenge! It’s very vaguely based on I Want To Break Free, but it sort of took its own direction at some point. It took me a long-ass time to write because I kept tearing it to shreds and redoing it, and I figured I need to give it a rest now because if I don’t I will literally never be happy with it x) I hope you all like it; if you do please please please reblog it and let me know what you think!

-Sydney

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Whoever said Friday was the best day of the week had a sick sense of humor, you think to yourself as you take stock of your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You had holed yourself up in the tiny bathroom of your apartment once your throat began to burn from all the yelling. It was the same argument that you had every week, and you were seriously beginning to tire of it. Friday’s were, decidedly, the worst day for you.

“Y/N, we need to talk about this,” his voice drifts through the door and you feel your fists clench, almost involuntarily. He doesn’t say anything else for a while, and for a fleeting moment of relief you think that he’s finally gone, that you don’t have to go through this anymore. It doesn’t last long though, as a loud bang echoes through the room, making a yelp escape you. “Damn it! I’m tired of your bullshit.”

This snaps you out of your wallowing, and you’re suddenly filled with an anger that you’ve never felt before. “My bullshit?” You swing the door open, briefly registering the dull smack of the wood hitting the wall before you plant yourself in front of your boyfriend. He has one hand cradled in the other, the skin beginning to turn bright red after the assault on the bathroom door, and he has the audacity to look surprised at your outburst. “My bullshit?” You scoffed, feeling a mix of rage and heartache swirling in your stomach. “You’re the one putting your cock in other people, Darren. Don’t pin this on me.”

Sometimes you wonder how it got to this point. How the previously sweet person in front of you became somebody that you loathed six days out of seven. It genuinely didn’t start this way, and you still remember the day that Brian introduced the two of you, how enamored you were with the man. You remember the way you felt after your first date, swearing to yourself that this was it, this was who you would spend the rest of your life with. You remember gushing to Brian about him when he’d finally suggested that you found a place to live together, and the way you swore that he hung the stars in the skies above you.

You remember the first time he slept with somebody else. He was never very good at hiding it, you knew him inside and out. And despite being so angry that you couldn’t see straight, you still forgave him when he fell to his knees and wept. You forgave him again two months later when his whiskey colored eyes begged for understanding. You forgave him again the following month, when he swore you were the only one for him and he pulled out a ring to prove it. Week after week you would forgive him, insisting that it’s your own fault, that you aren’t being attentive enough, that you’re too afraid to live alone.

“I didn’t mean to. You know I didn’t mean to.” You don’t need to look at his eyes to know that they’re the size of saucers, waiting for you to succumb to their charm. “It’s just- you’re never there for me when I need you! You’re always with Brian.” You fell a squeezing sensation around your heart at the mention of your best friend, but you push it aside quickly as you have every other time. The venom that he puts behind the name sends a whole new fury rushing through you, and the force with which you glare at him causes him to falter back a step or two.

“Don’t you dare bring him into this.” You’re absolutely fuming at this point, and you’re sure that you look like a raving lunatic. You’re also sure that you don’t particularly care anymore. “He asks me every single Friday if I want to go out with him and Roger. And every single Friday I tell him that I can’t because Friday’s are our night.” Your throat begins to close around the words, and you have to continue through choked out tears. “And every. Single. Friday. You leave me hanging for your flavor of the week. I honestly don’t know why I bother anymore.”

You stand there, sobbing quietly, staring at each other for what feels like hours but could only have been minutes. There are no excuses left for him to use, no patience left for you to give. Looking at him now, with nothing but silence surrounding you, it almost feels like it did at the beginning. It only takes one glance at his eyes for you to realize that isn’t the case anymore though, and you feel your world begin to crumble as you come to terms with the fact that they hold no love in them. You fell your world begin to crumble as you come to terms with the fact that yours probably don’t, either.

Just as you begin to reach for the ring on your finger, you’re interrupted by the shrieking noise of the phone on your kitchen counter. You don’t know whether to cheer or scream. This could have been it, this could have been your chance to end it all and break the cycle. You don’t know when you’ll feel strong enough to do it again. You let the phone ring a few times, contemplating letting it run its course, but decide at the last second to pick it up.

“H-hello?” You’re struck by how shaky your voice sounds, but you’re immediately torn away from your insecurities by the voice on the other end.

“Y/N!” Brian’s voice bombards your eardrum, and you lean away from the phone slightly to adjust to the sudden barrage of noise. “I know it’s really late but I was wondering if you drive Rog and I home? He’s completely sloshed and he refuses to let me go anywhere near his car.” You twirl the cord around your finger and glance over at Darren, who’s still staring at you with a look that isn’t too far off from absolute disdain. You’ll jump at any opportunity to get out of the apartment right now, even if it means potentially pissing him off even more. “Y/N…? It’s alright if you can’t, I can just call John or Fre-“

“No!” You exclaim loudly, and you wince slightly as you hear Brian yelp. You bring your voice to an acceptable level before continuing. “No, stay there Brian, I’ll come get you. Which bar did you guys go to?” You feel Darren’s glare settle into the back of your head as you write down the name of the bar on the notepad you keep next to the phone. You knew that hearing Brian’s name would set him off, and it was with a great deal of reluctance that you set the phone back in its cradle.

“I have to go.” You quickly slip on your shoes before grabbing your coat and keys from a hook next to the kitchen. You have opened the door and are halfway through it when he finally speaks.

“If you walk through that door, I’m leaving.” You freeze in your tracks, turning around to examine his face for any sign that he’s bluffing. You can’t help but feel a slight buzz when you realize that he isn’t. This could be it. “I won’t be coming back.”

It’s now or never.

You look at him for a second longer, drinking in every bit of him, before you reach down and remove the weight that has been wrapped around your finger for far too long now. Without saying a word, you place the ring on top of the shoe cabinet next to you before turning around, slamming the door behind you as you go.

~~~

You pull up outside the bar and are immediately greeted by the unmistakable silhouette of Brian May standing against the building. You reach across the passenger seat and roll down the window, trying to quell the hammering of your heart in your chest before yelling out at him, and the grin that adorns his face when he sees you is almost enough to make up for the rest of tonight entirely. Almost.

“Hey, I thought for a second there that I was gonna have to carry this one home!” You hadn’t noticed Roger yet, but now that Brian mentioned him it was damn near impossible not to. You let out a quiet gasp and a slight giggle when you see the state that the blonde is in; his hair is flattened on one side and completely out of control on the other, his shirt has long since been discarded of, and you’re certain that he would be stammering to his defense right now if not for the fact that he’s passed out against Brian’s side. You watch silently as Brian secures the drunken man in the back of the car before settling into the passenger seat and turning to look at you for the first time tonight, trying and failing to hide the look of shock that crosses his features when he takes in your appearance. You know that you look just as bad as Roger, if not worse, and Brian would believe you to be drunk as well if he didn’t know you better. “What the hell hap-“

“Not now.” You sigh before pulling away from the curb and starting the drive back to your place. You squirm in your seat when you realize how sharp that sounded, and are quick to add onto it. “I’ll talk about it tomorrow, I promise. I’m letting you two crash at my place tonight, it’s closer.” This was your way of confirming to him what had happened without saying it out loud; he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to stay if Darren were still around.

The silence emanating throughout the car at the revelation speaks volumes. You weren’t sure how he was going to react; he had never really been the biggest fan of your boyfriend, and you sure as hell weren’t ready for the I told you so conversation. You expect him to say something, but you’re relieved when the only thing he does is reach out and wrap his hand around your thigh, resting close to your knee, squeezing gently. Your heart leaps at the gesture, and everything he could possibly say to you is contained in a single touch. I’m here. You’re okay. You’re free now.

Suddenly you’re finding it difficult to breath, and you’re overcome with affection for the man sitting next to you. The man who has been there after every fight, the man who wipes away your tears every weekend, the man that makes you feel put together when everything else is falling apart. His hand burns your skin through your sweatpants, and you silently thank yourself for remembering to put on a jacket if only because it hides the goosebumps that have formed on your arms. Every rush of adoration is met with a similar rush of guilt; you know how wrong it is to be thinking about your best friend like this, especially mere hours after you’ve broken up with your fiancé.

You’re glad when you pull into the car park outside your apartment building, as you’re not sure you could focus on the road much longer while your mind swam with thoughts of Brian and your eyes swam with unshed tears. You rest your head on the steering wheel and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to control the flow of tears coming from you. His hand moves up from your knee, causing you to stiffen slightly before he swiftly unbuckles your seatbelt and tugs on the sleeve of your jacket.

“C’mere,” he whispers gently, and it’s all you need to hear before you’re climbing over the center console and into his lap, your body curling up against his chest as you finally succumb to the sobs that have been begging to take over. “It’s okay, love. You’re okay.” He holds you as close as he can while you grip at his shirt, afraid that he’ll disappear if you let go now. You vaguely register the light kisses that he presses against your hairline over and over again, and you have to fight the urge to crane your neck and capture his lips with your own.

He doesn’t loosen his grip until your sobs turn into light sniffles, and even then it’s only to pull back enough so that he can make eye contact, resting his forehead against yours.

“What happened?” He asks the question in a tentative manner, making it clear that he won’t force you to answer anything if you don’t want to talk about it yet. You consider telling him you’re not ready yet; you’re not entirely sure that you’ll be able to talk about your failed relationship without also bringing up Darren’s rightful reservations about your friendship with him. He knew he would always be second best to Brian, and you’re not sure that you’re ready to admit that to the man himself just yet.

All you need to do is take one look at his face and all that disappears. His eyes are filled with so much care and admiration that it almost takes your breath away, and any reservations about talking to him fly out the window. You chew your lip in an anxious habit, trying to come up with some way to explain everything without letting onto how deeply you had fallen for him. He gives you a pointed look as his thumb brushes against your lip lightly, smoothing it out before letting his hand fall back to your waist, and it brings your heart rate to an all-time high.

“He cheated on me again.” Brian’s hands curl into fists at your sides, and now it’s your turn to run your hands lightly across his arms, soothing him the best you could in the slightly cramped position you were in. “He told me I spend too much time with you, and when you called he told me he would leave if I came to get you. So I took off the ring and left...” You trail off, not wanting to meet his eyes and instead focusing your eyes on the peculiar curve of his nose.

It takes a while for him to talk again, and when he does you have to strain your ears to hear what he’s saying. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I know how much you love him.” His eyes dance across your jawline, and you notice the familiar tick in his that comes when he clenches his teeth.

“I don’t though. Love him, I mean.” You’re treading lightly now, coming to new territory that the two of you have never crossed together. “I did at one point, but it’s been months since I felt that way toward him. I was just afraid of not having somebody give my heart to, I think.” You play around with the words you want to say next, but you’re not sure you can spit them out. Just tell him how you feel. Your eyes finally meet his and you’re suddenly hyperaware of every small bit of contact between the two of you, from your foreheads resting together to your legs pressing into his to his hand that is slowly drawing patterns on your hip below your jacket. You can feel yourself begin to melt into his touch, and you know that you have to act now if you ever want to admit to him how you feel.

“But I realized a while ago that I don’t need to be afraid of that, because…” Panic grips you for a second, but the soothing circles that are being pressed into your hips act as an anchor to keep you from getting swept up in a sea of anxiety. You move closer to him, your lips brushing tantalizingly swiftly above his own, and you fight back a smirk of satisfaction at the tremor that runs through his body. “There has only ever been one person that holds my heart, and he’s sitting right in front of me.”

He inhales sharply before pulling back, and your blood runs cold. Embarrassment floods your system as he looks at you, really looks at you, and you tilt your head away from him to hide the tears that are beginning to spring back into your eyes. “You mean that?” He asks slowly, his voice level, not giving anything away

“Yeah…” You look at him hopefully, but he falls silent, his eyes cast downward and his brow furrowed. “God, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. Just forget I said anything.” You begin to remove yourself from his lap before you can humiliate yourself even further, but you barely lift yourself an inch before his hands are grabbing at your waist and your lips are pressed firmly against his. Your eyes widen before you register what’s happening and shut them tightly, pulling his body impossibly close to your own.

The action causes a groan to emanate from within him, and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue between his lips, deepening the kiss even further. It’s intense, and it’s passionate, but it isn’t rushed. You take your time, pouring every single feeling that you’ve ever felt for him into each pass of your tongue against his, putting every bit of appreciation you’ve felt over the years into every light tug of his hair or caress of his cheek.

You could do this for hours, and you’re sure that would have ended up happening if it weren’t for the overly exaggerated gasp that came from the man that you had completely forgotten was passed out in the back of your car.

“Finally! I thought you would never get your heads out of your own arses long enough for this to happen.” You tear yourself away from Brian reluctantly before turning to the blonde, who fumbles with the door handle before tumbling out of the car. His head pops back into sight as he addresses you. “I need your house key, I think I may piss myself soon.” He takes the key from you and starts to head inside before turning back to you. “Oh, and don’t worry. I won’t tell Darren, this is our little secret.” He winks and saunters back towards the door, humming obnoxiously until he has disappeared from sight.

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dontshootmespence · 5 years

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Broken Homes Fix Broken Hearts

Chapter 36

After Desiree and Sarah returned from visiting with their mother, Derek cautiously grabbed Juliet’s hand, glancing around and wondering if whoever had been on the phone was actively watching. He was going to do what the bastard said...for now. But he couldn’t do it before the two of them went to visit his mother. Fran and Juliet loved each other - Fran the mother Juliet never had, and Juliet the adopted daughter that fit in perfectly with her already wonderful family. He had to let them see each other before he did this.

How was he supposed to break her heart like this? What would even make sense enough for her to walk away? He had to think of something; the lives of everyone he loved depended on it.

As they walked into his mother’s room, he drew in a sharp breath. She looked so frail and weak - the complete opposite of the strong and beautiful woman he knew. However, she was nothing if not resilient. She would come out of this. He’d make sure they all would.

Fran looked up at them as they entered, coughing a little before a rasp escaped. “So, a horse walks up to the bar, and the bartender says...why the long face?”

Juliet felt tears prick her gaze as she shook her head in disbelief. She was telling a joke. A very bad joke. After nearly dying of cyanide poisoning. It was...astounding. The strength her soon to be mother in law had in that petite frame was the stuff of legends.

“Oh darling, don’t cry. Everything’s okay.” Fran murmured.

“Sorry-I’m sorry we’re supposed to be taking care of you and here I am blubbering like an idiot.”

“I don’t mind the blubbering. Now come sit. Both of you.” She insisted

Derek didn’t have to be told twice. This was one occasion where he wanted nothing more than to listen to his mother. He settled into the chair next to her bed and gently wrapped her hand in his, trying to breathe deeply and pull himself together.

She was incredible. And he didn’t tell her enough. Although to be honest, Derek didn’t know if it was even possible to say it as many times as she deserved. This woman had raised three children after losing the love of her life. She had been there every single time one of them had fallen down, ready to help them back up. She had accepted the love of Derek’s life into their family with open arms.

And now, because of him...she had been forced to survive attempted murder. And Derek hated himself for it almost as much as the son of a bitch who had orchestrated it. Because of him this incredible woman who could never be told too many times how incredible she was had nearly died.

“How are you feeling, Mama?” He asked, gently grasping her hand and rubbing it between his fingers.

Fran coughed slightly and attempted to move herself up, as she’d been slipping down from her position. Derek panicked at the thought of her moving and got up to hoist her up himself before sitting back down. “Besides being poisoned, I think I’m okay. A little groggy. My muscles feel a bit heavy. But the doctors say I can go home soon.”

“Okay, good,” Juliet said, as she wiped the tears from her eyes with the backs of her hands. “Because we need you, you know.”

Both his mother and his fiancee went back and forth like they’d known each other all their lives, while he could barely focus. With all his Bureau training, he was fairly sure that his anguish couldn’t be seen on his face, but it was all rolling around in his mind like laundry in a dryer. They looked so happy. And he had to end it to save them both.

As he flashed them both a soft smile, Derek promised himself that he would find the bastard that screwed with two of the women he loved most in the world and he would make him pay.

-----

After about 15 minutes, the nurses came in with some more medication for his mother, so Derek and Juliet took that as their cue to leave and let her get some rest. Though he was beyond grateful she was okay, Derek wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment. The second he stood up from his mother’s bedside, his heart started racing. He had to do this here and now or whoever this fucker was would hurt Juliet. He would never forgive himself if that happened.

Juliet grabbed his hand and swung it gently in between them, leading him out of her room and toward one of the exit doors. “It was a little hot in there. I just need a few minutes to breathe and then we can go find Desiree and Sarah.”

Now or never.

Derek leaned up against the wall and rubbed his temples. He should look relieved right now, but all Juliet could see was tension and anger and sadness. “She’s going to be okay, Derek. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” He snapped, bringing his hands behind his head. “None of this is okay. I can’t…” The words damned up in his mouth. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Juliet flinched, as if the words had struck her across the face. The fury in his voice….it was like nothing she’d ever heard before. At least, not directed at her. “What the hell does that mean?” She asked quietly, trying to keep the rush of emotions threatening to flood her system at bay. Maybe she had misheard him. Maybe he hadn’t meant it like that. Maybe-

“It means we’re finished. That this is over between us.”

“No.” She refused. This wasn’t happening. He didn’t get to do this. “No it’s not. You got down on one knee and asked me to spend the rest of your life with you. That isn’t finished.”

“It is.” Every word was a piece of shrapnel being slowly torn out of his chest. Unimaginable pain after unimaginable pain. “My mama….she-she almost died today. And in that room she looked at me like I was the best man she had ever known. Like my father. But I’m not. Not if I keep lying and lying and lying like this.”

The words came out even though she didn’t want to say them. “What did you lie about, Derek?”

His eyes welled up with tears as he prepared to say the words that would rip her to shreds. He was going to be the cause of her pain. “I fucked up,” he said. He couldn’t even get the words out. He had to walk around it; the look of sheer despair on her features twisted the knives already lodged underneath his skin. “I fucked up, Juliet. And you don’t deserve that. I can’t go on living like this - like this golden boy my mama thinks I am while I string you along.”

Juliet felt her heart lurch in her throat. No. This couldn’t be real. He was overwhelmed by his mother. That had to be it. “String me along where, Derek? Say what you want to say.”

“I...I cheated. Juliet, I cheated. You deserve more than that, and I can’t keep it in anymore.” Every single word was a lie and a dagger in his own chest as well as hers. He only hoped she’d buy it and walk away for her own safety. “It was a few months back. On a case. We went out to a bar after wrapping up and the next morning…”

Derek buried his face in his hands and leaned against the wall. “You deserve more than the man I am. I’m so sorry.”

“No…” She breathed, shaking her head like an etch-a-sketch, trying to shake away the fucked up picture in front of her and start anew. That’s what this had to be. A glitch in the matrix of her life. It couldn’t be real. “You wouldn’t do that to me, Derek. I-”

She knew him through and through, but he couldn’t let her reason this out. “I was drunk! I was drunk and I slept with someone else. You deserve the world, Juliet. And I...I can’t give it to you.”

Juliet’s eyes welled up with tears. She balled her fists up and pushed him backward. “Fuck you, Derek Morgan. Fuck you.”

As she turned to go to her car, turning her back to him, he went back inside and punched the wall, watching as it crumbled underneath his fist like the foundation of his life.

-----

It was a miracle she made it home in one piece. But as soon as she stepped inside, everything reminded her of Derek. And that killed her all over again. So Juliet did the only thing people could do in such a screwed up situation: she drank.

At some point, the sun rose and found her curled up on the couch with her head pounding. Fucking alcohol.

But it wasn’t the only thing making her head hurt. Even in the midst of trying to forget everything last night, Juliet’s mind had still being trying to make all the puzzle pieces fit together. Because at the moment, they didn’t.

She’d heard what he’d said. That he’d cheated on her. Betrayed her trust. Lied to her. But...she just couldn’t believe him. It wasn’t just love or faith talking. Juliet knew it in her bones like she knew the sun rose in the sky every morning. It was more than fact, more than instinct. It was truth. The undeniable truth that Derek Morgan loved her with every fiber of his being.

And it was a truth not even he could hope to ever obscure.

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