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liljungie · 4 years

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$OLD sequel | Kim Taehyung one shot

Pairing: [mafia leader] taehyung x reader

Trigger warnings: angst / mention of guns, blood/ SMUT SMUT SMUT (I advise you to take a bath in holy water after this)

Word count: 2650

Masterlist $OLD part 1

The sequel is Requested by: @taetaeobsessed thank you so much for your support cutie!

A/N: this is the 3 time I write an ACTUAL smutty part so PLEASE don't criticize me I'm still learning any feedback is acceptable but please don't be harsh.

The whole ride to taehyung's mansion you felt numb.

Taehyung took you back to your house to grab your things, not that you had anything valuable he insisted that you to grab your stuff, his body guards got out before you and pointed a gun at your mother and Christopher who were shell shocked seeing you walk behind these two men.

Your mother cried calling your name you kept walking to your room trying not to look at her because you knew you were going to break, one of taehyung's men followed you to your room and stood near the doorframe as he eyed you packing a few things.

You took the sweaters you loved to wear and your favourite jeans, you weren't ready to wear luxury clothes that taehyung said he'd buy you so these should be enough for now.

Your hands were shaking trying to compress your sobs, you could hear Christopher cursing and yelling at the body guards you closed your eyes and trembled when you heard one of guards load the gun.

You tried your hardest to block your mother's cries then the guard startled you and told you to hurry up you closed the small bag that had your things in and carried it, the body guard moved to the side letting you walk infront of him and following you his gun still pointing to your head incase you tried to escape.

"Please dont take her please!" Your mother sobbed when she saw you in the hallway, taehyung was leaning on the wall near the door smirking at Christopher "you're a scum! a murder! fuck you!" Christopher spits at taehyung, taehyung only smirks more when his guard hits the old man with the back of his rifle.

You look away not baring to see any of this, it didn't feel real at all, you kept pinching your hand hoping that this was one of your hallucinations when you got drunk but you weren't waking up the pinchs stung your skin and it just upsets you more knowing that this is all real.

"Don't be giving me that face..you brought this on yourself" taehyung says chuckling after he spoke "didn't whoever sent you to me warn you that I'm not a man to be messed with?" He leans closer to your stepfather locking his eyes with him, taehyung's stare was definitely stronger and filled with confidence while your stepfather eyes were filled with sadness.

You can't believe that he actually felt remorse, you can see regret written across his face and that for some reason eased your aching heart, now you know that he actually felt something, you wished it happened sooner way sooner and not like this.

Your mother was almost unconscious from how much she cried you can see how her face was swollen and her eyes seemed lifeless as she looks at taehyung with loathe.

Taehyung stepped away from Christopher and scoffed "you should be thankful that I took her and not your life hmm? Think about that at least, it's not so bad after all you're still breathing" then taehyung started to clap his hands together "I congratulate you my friend, you lasted longer than the other peasants" taehyung smirked and placed his hands back into his pockets "now you have a good life...and try and not miss ____ because she's in my hands now" taehyung leaned closer and whispered into Christopher's ear "she's all mine" he let out a laugh and walked out of the house then the guard lightly shoved you to start walking.

You could feel the tears start in your eyes but you tried to ignore them as you followed taehyung to the car and shortly after the two guards that were holding your parents got in the car and taehyung's driver took off at the speed of light.

You wanted to shout for help from the top of your lungs, you wanted to scream you wanted to kick the door and just run far away from taehyung and your stepfather, but you knew it wouldn't be that easy no one could stand in taehyung's way, you didn't need to know him well enough to know what he's capable of, looks were always deceiving but not when it came to him, you know what you're in for the moment you cross paths with him and boy oh boy your path seems to darken a bit more every inch you're away from your small broken home...

Living in taehyung's mansion was...peaceful to say the least.

it's been 5 months you felt like a maid rather than a prisoner, you cooked, cleaned vacuumed.

You had nothing else to do and taehyung left really early in the mornings and came back at midnight, some days you never saw him at all.

Which you were thankful for, he didn't bother you at all nor did he touch you, the minute you walked through these door you and him separated and never talked to him since that night at the bar you used to work at.

Until one night you were in the living room you turned all the lights in the mansion off,you were watching a TV show you found randomly and you started to like it and started watching it ever since even though you missed the first episodes, maybe seasons even but it was the only thing you could do to pass time.

You fell asleep as you were exhausted from cleaning the mansion all by yourself, the loneliness was unbearable no wonder taehyung is messed up, living alone for 5 months almost drove you insane you didn't know how taehyung was doing it since he hit puberty.

Taehyung shoulders slumped finally he is home but when his car neared the mansion he felt his heart sink...why were all the lights off?

Did someone break in?

Did you runaway?

Did something bad happen to you?

Where did his guards go?

So many questions raced through his mind and the thought of you being in danger or hurt made him lose his mind even more he stopped the car as soon as he passed the mansion gates and ran to the front door getting his gun out and busted the doors open not knowing where to point the gun at but he was already aiming at something

when you heard the doors open in such away you screamed and jumped from the couch and faced the door and that's when you saw taehyung pointing a gun at you, you raised your arms up surrendering.

"It's me!" You spoke rather loudly.

Both of you had your eyes wide open and your heart was beating uncontrollably.

"_____? What the fuck?" You heard him mutter lowering his gun,you roll your eyes and went to pick up the blanket that was on the floor now from when you jumped.

"I should ask you that..." you spoke while you folded the blanket and then looked at him "you almost ruined your front doors"

He sighs putting the gun away then he rubs his temples "thought someone broke in" you scoff "you live in the middle of nowhere there's no way that that's possible" you start to walk away your shoulder brush against his arm and that's when you feel his grip on your wrist as he turns you to face him.

"I'm sorry if I..." you hear him sigh "scared you" he says licking his lips then looks up at you, you stared at him a bit taken back but then you nod your head "it's okay..." you pull your arm away from his grip and make your way to the bedroom that was now yours.

Your skin burned where he touched and you could feel your insides turn and crunch but you brushed it off, you blamed it on the loneliness and nothing else.

And ever since that night when you woke up you saw taehyung on the dinning table with breakfast prepared and ready for you.

He smiles at you warmly and talks to you while both of you eat then he leaves for work.

Your bond with him slowly was starting to build up and you didn't know how you felt about it, but it's not like you had any other choice.

But talking to him felt...nice, it was comfortable and he never did or said something that rubbed you the wrong way and with time you even started to joke and laugh with each other, you didn't feel as lonely as you used to and you started to like it here.

He told you about his past and the things he did and how sometimes things just went out of his control and that he is a human too and that everyone makes mistakes, you even saw him in a different light and knew that he was doing what he grew up thinking was right and he only did it to please his father who also was cooperating in this business til this day.

...

Taehyung came home one night and blood was dripping from his hands and it was all over his clothes and shoes.

His eyes where empty of emotions it made you worried about him "what happened?" You asked frantic, you never saw him like this before, if you didn't know him you'd be terrified of him.

He didn't answer you, he was shaking slightly and his face was smeared with blood maybe even tears you didn't know but it looks like it.

you ran him a warm bath and told him to sit in the tub while you washed the blood away he was staring at you, you didn't understand the look he had in his eyes but it was warm and it sent shivers down your spine and you could feel the butterflies turn round and round in your stomach.

You were done wipping the blood from his face and you washed his soft dark hair and came to turn to wash his back but that's when he held your hands and stopped you.

"Stay like this with me for a little" he spoke quietly, you're not sure if you heard him or not but you felt like you were in a trance.

The way he was looking at you made it so hard for you to decline so you stayed, your hands were locked together on the edge of the bathtub.

"_____?"

"Hmm?" You hummed as you stare at the water that slowly covers his long legs.

"Get in the bath with me...I'm cold"

Your head shot up and you stared at him

"But the water is warm" you told him he shakes head "no...I want you"

You sigh and come to strip off just from your pajamas but he stops you and tells you to just get in and you oblige he makes you sit in his lap facing him and he cuddles you, resting his head on your chest with his eyes closed.

You run your fingers through his hair smiling, you never saw him like this it sure was amusing "are you okay tae?" You asked after a few moments he nodded you smiled more when you heard him say "now I am"

He pulled away and creased your cheek softly his eyes looking in yours then you see a small smile make it's way onto his beautiful face then his eyes travel lower staring at your lips then back up at you.

You heart was hammering against your ribcage and you wanted to run and hide away from how much you were blushing.

"_____ can I... kiss you?" Taehyung whispered.

You felt something bloom inside of you, you nodded and he moved slowly closer to you capturing your lips between his and kissing you gently.

It felt like it lasted for long but when he pulled away you didn't want him to so you pulled him for another and another until he was gripping your sides and grinding against you he helped you slip off your wet shirt and started to kiss your neck while your fingers tug at his hair moaning with pleasure.

You feel him pick you up and slam you against the wall as he kisses you passionately, both of you were breathing heavily you pulled away from each other to catch your breath, he helped you take off your clothes and his boxers.

You heard him moan when your skin rubbed against his, his fingers slowly started to rub your clit you threw your head back and moaned at the feeling.

He smirked and kissed your neck while he kept moving his finger inside you and added one more, you went insane at the feeling he pulled his fingers out when you were about to climax you whined at the loss, you saw him lick your juices off while holding your gaze it was the most sexist thing you have ever seen looking at him with his fringe wet and messy could get you off right this minute but you didn't "let's go to my room" he told you shutting the faucet off, the tub was overflowing with water now he helped you get out of the tub and kissed you all the way until you reached his bed he threw you over and climbed ontop touching you and squeezing you in the right places and where you needed him most.

You heard him chuckle "so needy" he purrs and you nod "please taehyung please-" you cried he went to the bedside table and pulled out a condom sliding it onto his length, your mouth watered at the sight you wanted to suck him off but he stopped you "not tonight babygirl" he pinned your arms above your head and kissed you slowly moving his dick inside you, it took you a while to adjust from how big he is, your bottom lip was bleeding from how much you were biting it, he kissed your head "shhh it's gonna be okay the pain will go away" you cried and he kept giving you small pecks "you're doing so well princess" your walls clenched around him you were about to burst from how he feels inside you "you're so fucking tight" he grunts throwing his head in the nape of your neck the feeling of your walls clenching around him felt overwhelming his hip thrusts were faster and stronger it hit your soft spot until you screamed at the feeling of your climax taking over, he came soon after while kissing you deeply.

Then he laid next to you holding you close as you both were catching your breaths.

And maybe just maybe you started falling in love with taehyung.

Months turned into years and your relationship with taehyung was getting stronger by the days, he let you see and visit your mother when Christopher wasn't home.

You learned that after taehyung took you, Christopher started looking for jobs to support your mother and himself since the only income they had was from you and when you were gone they didn't have it anymore so Christopher finally took matters into his own hands and was becoming a bit better.

You didn't ask about his drug addiction nor do you care you just spent time with your mother and then your body guard drove you home.

Taehyung had a lot of good influence on you he encouraged you to do and try the things you always wanted to try, you're much more happier and confident, taehyung helped you discover who you are and be your own person.

You got your life back on track and started to attend university with taehyung's help of course and you couldn't be happier that you have a healthy relationship built on trust with someone like taehyung and the life you always wanted...

A happier,safer life.

#taehyung imagine #taehyung smut #kim taehyung #taehyung #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung scenarios #kim taehyung scenarios #kim taehyung smut #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #btsv #taehyung imagines

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cosmicbash · 4 years

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Kells waking up in bed and he sees shady above him, making him freeze and start to feel scared as fuck, wondering how the hell did he even got into his hotel room. Shady grins while he runs his hands on Kells gorgeous body and starts to whisper the most direst things ever in his ear. Basically shady Finally getting his hands on the blonde after months of stalking

Okay, it took me a bit cuz I started it at 3 am, forgot i started it and then got a headache BUT--

Here it is! Sorry its a mess and ends so abruptly but I dont want to make too huge of a wall of text.

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A dip in his bed and the audible clink of metal is what first startles Colson out of his slumber.

He's sprawled out on some admittedly comfy motel room bed, one arm stretched out above his head and the other resting on his stomach. Sleeping off a day long hangover instead of joining his band for a night of partying like he usually would.

Colson's first instinct when he hears the noise is to rub the sleep from his eyes, maybe scratch his nose and see what the hell has woken him up. But when he tries to move his left arm it catches. The clink of metal on metal repeating itself.

Now the rapper is rapidly tumbling towards awake, eyes blearily shooting open and his legs kicking free of the thin blanket.

The first thing he sees is a blurry figure looming above him, and it sets his heart off into a frenzy. Free hand slapping so hard against his eyes he might have given himself a bruise in his haste to rub them clear. "W-who in the fuck-"

"Settle down princess, don't want you hurting yourself….just yet." The voice is soft, amusement tinging the edges.

It's familiar, so familiar it sends a shiver down Colson's spine. There's no way he could mistake it for any other, not after years of listening to it blast on earbuds in his ears, the speakers of his car, fuck singing along to it.

It's Eminem.

Now with his vision settled there's a face matching the voice. Blue eyes looking near black from how dark the room is, most of face painted by shadows. The only reason Colson can recognize it is because of how often he's stared at pictures, videos, there's no way he could mistake the sharp nose and fuzzy cheeks for any other man.

Now his fear is mixing with confusion, anger, the barest hint of excitement. He almost wants to believe he's dreaming. How else would he be waking up in bed with his idol turned rival looming above him? It made no sense.

The bite of metal against his bony wrist destroys any chance of that. While he might have some kinky wet dreams every now and again, being handcuffed to his bed by Eminem was surprisingly not a common one. The opposite? Maybe once or twice. But this? This was absolutely terrifying.

"W-what are you doing in my room?" Colson hates how badly his voice cracks, it's still thankfully deep from his sleep but there's no way to hide the undertones of terror. "Is this- is this some kind of hit- fuck- are- are you here to murder me?"

Did his cocking off in the media finally cross some invisible line the older rapper had set? Was he actually about to get killed and have his body dumped somewhere like a scene out of an old gangster movie? Was Eminem that kind of rapper? One who preferred to do the dirty work himself instead of letting a lacky handle things?

A knuckle brushes across his cheek and makes him flinch. "Murder you? Hmm….I don't think I'm allowed to go that far." Colson's panic has officially risen to nightmarish levels. "Why don't we see how long it takes for me to get bored of you first?"

The hand tracing his jaw runs itself in a straight line down his exposed throat and past his collarbones. Nail digging into his pale skin just enough to scratch a light red line into his flesh. It's what finally makes him realize he's shaking.

"So white... your skin looks like its begging to be covered in bruises. Is that why you covered yourself in so many colorful tattoos?" Em hums curiously above him and Colson has to swallow the lump forming in his throat. Eyes wide and focused solely on the dark flutter of lashes covering the older rapper's own while he follows the path his finger takes down until it's pressing into the center of his stomach.

Pushing until he's got to suck in a breath just to relieve the pressure. "Cat got your tongue Kelly? You sure seemed vocal on all those talk shows. Couldn't keep Marshall's name out of your mouth."

The way Em refers to himself in second person is what finally startles a word out of his mouth. The paralyzing fear making way for a new wave of trembling confusion. "W-what?"

Em clicks his tongue above him and finishes his idle tracing to instead rub his whole palm up over the blondes sternum. Long fingers stretching open like he's testing his own grip span. "What? What?" The brunette mocks him lightly, fingertips tapping a tune into his collarbone for a minute before they continue their exploration. "I know you've steadily been melting your brain down into goo with drugs and alcohol but please tell me you're still capable of conversation."

"Fuck you-ah!" The same moment he gathers up enough courage to speak Em twists one of his nipples. Not hard enough to make him scream but enough for it to sting.

"Ah, ah, patience. We'll get to that eventually. For right now I want to get a good look at you, been thinking about scratching these tattoo's open for a while now."

Yanking hard on the cuff above his head Colson's fight or flight finally decides to kick in. Quite literally too with how his legs and back jerk to try and knock the other man off the bed and pull his wrist free.

Em only allows him to flail for less than a minute before suddenly thick thighs are slotting themselves over his thin hips. The heavy weight of another person bearing down on his own forcing his legs to still.

His upper body still twists and curls away from the pair of hands sliding their way up it. The laughter ringing out above him piercing his ears and body like a thousand knives. When Em's hands gently wrap around his throat it finally settles in for Colson just how utterly helpless he really is at that moment.

There's no escape readily available from whatever the older man has planned for him. It's got his heart thumping so hard in his chest he doesn't know how it hasn't already given out.

One last fruitless buck up to try and unseat the rapper just rewards him with that grip around his throat tightening. Calloused fingers digging into the sides of his throat and thumbs pushing against his adam's apple until he's gasping and choking. Free hand slapping up against a watch covered wrist and failing to find any purchase anywhere but the sleeve of the other man's jacket.

There's a second where his vision begins blacking out and his body goes limp that Colson actually thinks he's going to die. Sprawled out in his underwear on some egyptian cotton sheets and his lifelong idol straddling him to squeeze the life out of his body.

But then the pressure relents and his lungs are flooded with fresh air. Spit flying out of his mouth while he coughs and gasps, Em's hands moving to rub a comforting palm against his pec and cup his cheek.

The look on the other man's face is one of pure delight, eyes fluttering across his flushed cheeks and teary lashes until they settle on the thumb he's pressing into the bottom of Colson's lip.

"You're so much prettier gasping for air than I had imagined. All pink cheeked and wet lipped after just one minute," There's a sick dreamy quality to Em's voice that has his body trembling against his will yet again. "Ah, ah, don't get scared. I told you, I can't kill you this time. Marshall made himself very clear on that rule."

"Wha-" Colson's throat aches and his head still feels fuzzy but he forces out the question. "What does that even mean?"

Em's smile grows impossibly wider, thumb pushing its way inside the blondes mouth until he's tasting the salty pad of skin. "It means, you're dealing with Slim Shady baby-"

The responding crunch of his teeth around flesh just elicits another cackle. Now that Shady has Colson where he wants him the attempts at rebellion are nothing more than foreplay.

The funs just beginning.

#emgk #asks #i love asks #send me more asks #shady #this one got a bit #D u b i o u s

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 4 years

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Little Shop of Heereyes: Suppertime

(I wrote this instead of one of my onegoing story chapters)

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Linus Heere trudged down into his bedroom, absolutely exhausted but far from unhappy. Rocky was finally safe... He was safe and he agreed to a date! He never dreamed he'd see the day. He laid down in his bed, his son already half asleep on his chest. He looked down at the boy, smiling.

He'd been on a winning streak lately. The shop was making more money than ever, a bunch of TV producers and gardening magazines wanted to interview him

"Things are finally getting better for us, Jeremy..." Linus assured his son. The one year old was already well asleep, a small teddy bear loosely held in his grasp. Linus reached over to his bedside lamp, turning it off...

However, Before he could even think about getting some sleep, He felt something cold his the side of his head.

"I cant believe it." Linus looked over, Seeing his boss holding a hand gun to his head.

"Mr. Mushnik?"

"Dont you Mr. Mushnik Me! You-You Axe Murderer!"

Linus froze, moving up off of the bed. His boss kept the gun pointed right at him. "I hated how Orin treated Rocky, too, but At least I didn't kill the guy! I cant believe it! I take you in, I raise you like my own, and you turn out like this?"

"I didn't murder him!" Linus insisted, getting up off the bed. Technically, the guy had suffocated on laughing gas... Linus just took care of the body. Mushnik furrowed his brows.

"Tell that to the blood on the concrete outside! On the clothes in you hamper! On the murder weapon!" He gestured to the wall, were the same axe indeed was. It wasn't like Linus wanted to chop the guy to pieces, but how else was he supposed to feed Reyes 2? He wasn't big enough to eat him whole (then anyways).

He heard Jeremy squirm on the bed, making a fussy whine. The boy hated sleeping anywhere but his Dad's chest, so getting up even for a second usually stirred him up. He'd actually bought him a crib, now that he could afford to buy one, but Jeremy hated it.

He instinctively went to hold his son, but was stopped when he felt the gun press into his chest. Musknik grabbed Jeremy a little roughly, holding him upright. That action just woke him up even more.

"You... You dare call yourself a loving father after the atrocious act you've just committed, Linus?"

Linus felt himself tearing up. "I know! I-I should be in jail." All the guilt had just hit him at once... And now, Jeremy was crying too. He watched the little guy making grabby hands towards him. Linus' heart just about sank. But, he couldn't do much, He just let Mushnik force him up the stairs and into the flowershop, a gun pressed to his backside.

However, he was stopped in the middle of the store.

"Y'know... Linus, I um-" Mushniks usual demeanor was gone, he seemed less scarey now, "I always thought of you as my son... I suppose I dont have to turn you in."

Linus turned around. "R-really?"

Musnik lowered the gun, even placing it on the counter. "Yeah, sure... One of my uncles gave me his summer cottage in the will, it's up in Vermont-"

Linus felt his face droop a bit. Vermont? That was hours away! What was he going to tell Rocky?

"-I could let you hide there for a while... Ten, Twenty years maybe. I'll keep an eye on Jeremy for you. If he's anything like you, he won't be much trouble."

Linus looked down at his son. He was still Crying softly, still trying to grab him. It was really late now, he should be asleep... He couldnt bare the thought of it, of Jeremy growing up without knowing him. That's essentially what Mushnik was telling him needed to happen.

"Of course." His boss stood up a little straighter, "I'll need you to tell me how to take care of Reyes 2 over there."

Ah. That was the real thing, wasn't it? Mushnik just wanted to know how to take care of her without him. The plant in question was as still as, well, a plant... But, Linus was able to better pick up on his behaviors. She was a real night hawk, and despite not moving an inch so far, Twoie was no doubt wide awake and watching them talk. Linus just gave his boss a slow nod, making slow steps forewards. His boss, took a step back, Jeremy still held firmly to his chest.

"Well, How do you do it sport?" He asked.

Linus took a breath. "Well, he needs plenty of sunlight." Another step around, more nervously. "You'll need to water him 3 times a week, and one of those needs to be a misting."

Mushnik backed away, closer to the plant but still just out of its reach. Reyes 2 had gotten up by this point, and had his mouth wide open. Linus hesitated for a moment.

"That cant be all." Mushnik insisted, "What else does it need? Tell me!"

Linus felt overwhelmed. It was a lot to take in. His son was bawling, his boss was screaming at him, and his mutant fly-trap was begging him for food.

Linus took another step forward, and Mushnik another few steps backwards.

"I'm sorry, Sir." Linus mumbled. Mushnik raised a brow. Reyes 2 grabbed him with one of his tendrils, and started to pull him in.

"Suppertime!" Reyes 2 exclaimed. Mushnik screamed, dropping Jeremy as he tried to fight against the plant. The boy had been caught in one of the Plant's unoccupied tendrils, and passed over to his father. Linus grabbed the boy, his body collapsing to the ground.

"Oh, Oh Jeremy..." He whispered, relieved just to hold him. Jeremy's crying started to calm down, he hid his face in his dad's shirt. Linus just focused on him, not brave enough to watch Mushnik get eaten... The sickening sounds of his screams and the crunching of bones filled his ears, but he kept all of his attention on his son.

Jeremy eventually fell asleep in his arms, slumped against his chest not unlike most other nights. Linus looked over at Reyes 2, who seemed to be settling in to snooze with a full stomach... He tried not to think to hard about it. He just shakily walked down to his bedroom, ready to sleep himself.

@penguinpatrolerarmy YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

#be more chill #mr. heere #mr. reyes #mr. heere x mr. reyes #Jeremy heere #lsoh au #ahgshBddhdndjd #i love this #rocky two #submission

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killerwhitequeen-blog · 5 years

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Black Cloud (Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x reader)

Anonymous asked: Hi! I aw that requests are open and was wondering if you could do a Roger Taylor one where the reader has amnesia and they are on a relationship and the reader doesn't remember. It can be angsty or fluffy, completely up to you!

A/N: I decided to go with both angsty and fluffy, hope you all enjoy, feel free to give criticism. Tbh this one is sad gamer hours so have fun with that

Warnings: Parent Death (brief mention), drunk driving, swearing.

The day had been off to a bad start for Roger, with Freddie making him redo his perfected drum solo a multitude of times, the skin on his snare tearing, having an argument with Brian over how convoluted his songs were and of course, not being able to see you.

You were stuck in work that day, with people you disliked and customers you detested, on your feet, for eight hours straight. Breathing out a sigh you cracked your neck, letting the vertebrae down your spine pop with it, feeling an instant release from some of works tensions.

You didn't know what would happen later but you had a sinking feeling in your chest whenever you thought about the walk home. Roger was unable to pick you up that day, busy with prior engagements, like the trip to the pub the band had been promising Fred for months. You understood completely and were actually looking forward to a nice quiet walk home before settling on the settee with a cuppa and watching mindless drivel on the TV before a good, deserved nights rest. But the storm cloud brewing in your stomach would not calm, it could not be satiated until the deed was done.

You called the boys before you left work that night, wanting to hear Rogers voice before he became mindlessly drunk, the phone picked up on the second ring.

“Yuh huh?” you heard Roger moan down the phone, obviously annoyed that he was the one to have to pick it up.

“Oh what a lovely way to greet your girlfriend Roger, really something to write home to mum about” you said sarcasm practically dripping from your voice.

“(Y/N) Fuck, I'm so glad you called, I've had the worst day imaginable... but you know what would make it better?” you could nearly hear him wiggling his eyebrows through the phone, making you giggle.

“No Roger, look, I only called to say, I'm leaving work now to try and get back home before it gets dark”

“Okay sweetheart, do you want to say hi to the guys before you go? We all miss you terribly” you laughed at his horrible attempt at a posh accent before giving your affirmation.

“SAY HI TO (Y/N)!” You heard Roger call through the studio and suddenly harsh footsteps were heard from the other end of the line.

“HI” all three boys shouted at once making the phone to your ear rattle slightly from the sheer force of the vibrations.

“Hiya boys” you paused for one second before saying “now ive really got to go Rog, I love you all and Ill see you soon, love you the most Rog, see you tonight right? No sleepovers at Brians, I dont care how drunk you get, I want to see you tonight”

“Bye (Y/N)” the lads yelled, rattling the poor landline once again.

“Bye love, I promise I'll see you later, I love you more than anything princess, bye” he mumbled so the others wouldnt hear him.

“bye” you said, putting down the handset and reaching for your bag, the sinking feeling in your gut getting worse by the minute.

You decided to take the front door out of work rather than the side, opting for visibility on the main road rather than taking the scenic route back to your flat. First mistake. You decided to look to the ground whilst walking. Second mistake. One minute you heard gravel crunching beneath your feet and in a split second you heard nothing but a blood curdling scream that you realised was ripping though your own throat. All you could see was black, the dark was so dark you could hear it, maybe even taste it but you weren't sure if that was the dark or the taste of your own blood filling your mouth.

You awoke in a sterile room, that looked like it had been scrubbed floor to ceiling so many times the plaster was ready to fall off of the foundation. You went to cough, suddenly aware of the thick tube that had been shoved down your throat, you gagged around it, throat closing up in protest to the intruder before you felt it being pulled out by the gentle hand of who you assumed to be the nurse but when you looked up you saw a man with a mop of blonde hair and striking, crystal eyes. Dressed in a simple blue linen shirt that was half buttoned and tight black trousers.

He looked at you as if you had just created the world and given it to him on a silver platter.

“You're awake! They said you wouldn't wake up for another two days at least. I missed you so bad princess” he exclaimed, grabbing your hand and just as his lips where about to graze your knuckles, you screamed. And you screamed bloody murder, it go so high to the point where you were pretty sure only dogs could hear you.

Your eyes darted around the room looking for something to throw at the man in front of you, before landing on the bed pan on your bedside table. Gripping it tightly in the hand that wasn't hooked up to any machines, you swung for the stranger in front of you. Or who you at least thought was a stranger.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP” you screeched, your throat sore and scratchy, whether that was from the tubing or the screaming, you were unaware, but you knew that you wanted this man far away from you, you were only 18 and this guy looked around 30, if not slightly younger, but still weird.

“(Y/N) darling what's wrong?” he looked so hurt by what you said, you almost felt bad for the guy.

“I DON'T KNOW YOU! WHY ARE YOU HERE?” you saw the sheer pain flash in his eyes before he slumped into the chair beside you, looking as if the world you had given him was burning and crumbling before his eyes.

A dazed nurse walked over to you, so you assumed it was the small hours of the morning. “What seems to be the problem Mr . Taylor?” she asked the man sat in the chair next to you and all he did was point at you before his features broke completely tears tearing down his face at an alarming rate.

“I don't know who that is” you whispered to the woman, afraid to upset the man more though you did not know why you worried, or why your heart ached for him in the way it. A sinking feeling filling your stomach like a dark storm cloud stretching throughout your insides.

“Thats your boyfriend miss (Y/L/N)” she said to you “I'll call for the doctor” she mumbles to the sad stranger.

When the doctor finally come into the room you had been sitting with the man for around fifteen minutes, him weeping into his hands, looking up at you every once in a while just for you to stare blankly into his crystalline eyes making him sob even more. The doctor checked you over, shining lights in your eyes and all other kinds of bullshit you didn't take the time to remember, you were too busy trying to memorise “Mr . Taylor's” face .

“Roger” the doctor said in order to stir the man too deep in sadness to think of much else. “She has amnesia, it should begin to pass in a few weeks but you're going to have to help jog her memory. You can take her home now, make sure to bring her in weekly for a check up on her stitches okay?”

“uh... yeah definitely, I definitely will thank you doctor Phillips.”

The doctor turned to you and started unhooking you from the machines before helping you to your feet.

“Thank you” you mutter, an unexplained guilt still filling you whilst thinking of the sad stranger.

You let 'Roger' lead you out of the hospital and into his car, Wheel in the sky by journey playing faintly through the radio and you could've sworn you had deja vu of a moment just like this from a few years ago, a man with a blurry face sat in the drivers side singing his heart out and you told him you loved him. The memory was gone as soon as it appeared and your head spun from the concentration needed just to look around the car.

By the time you were at Rogers flat, his tears had dried but he was still snuffling his nose as if in an attempt to suck the emotion back into his body. “well we're home (Y/N)”

“I don't know this place” was all you could weakly whisper in response before stepping out of the car and towards the towering block of flats in front of you.

Stepping into the cramped flat you're hit with a wave of nostalgia, making you weak in the knees, Roger holds you up by your arm pits and leads you over to the sofa in the centre of the room allowing you too fall back onto it.

“You alright love? Do you need anything? Water? Crackers? Cheese on toast? Say the word and im on it okay? Just ask”

“Tell me about “us”” you say gesturing over the 'us' with air quotes and pointing to the seat at your side.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything Roger” that was the fist time you had said his name since the incident and just hearing it made him smile radiantly, the sun should've been ashamed to shine compared to the glowing smile of the man next to you.

“Well, I'll start with what actually happened a week ago eh?” you nodded at this suggestion.

You were walking home from work alone, I couldn't come to pick you up, and you were all alone. You were just walking on a clear patch of pavement when a driver swerved due to being drunk at the wheel. Majority of the blow hit a lamppost next to you but you also took some of the brunt, you were knocked out cold (Y/N), christ as soon as I found out I ran to the hospital to see you but they said they had to induce a temporary coma due to blood on the brain. I didn't know how long I could last without you princess, you keep me level headed and I love you for that... we all do; me, Brian, Fred, Deaky especially. I need you with me always my love you keep me sane.

“I'm so sorry I wasn't there when it happened baby, I'm so fucking sorry” you sighed and took his hand

“I might not remember you right now, but I know that what happened was not your fault and you have nothing to be sorry for” you said with a conviction which your voice had not had yet that day, you knew this man was good inside and out.

That week people came to the flat to visit you, never remembering peoples faces had a tendency to make them cry. Roger continued to tell you stories throughout the time some beginning to jog memories like the angelic car moment.

We had our first kiss the first time we met, it was at a shitty uni new years party, at least it was shitty unil I saw you. You took my breath away angel, when you spoke you had the voice of a songbird, and your body... fuck it was difficult not to just ask you for a cheeky shag to be completely honest. It reached midnight and I saw you stood alone so I took my chance and asked if I could kiss you. You had been drinking beer and I could still taste it on your tongue it was heavenly. That's when I decided I wanted to take you out, do things properly date.

Roger broke the news to you that you were in fact twenty-seven and not eighteen like you though you were. He broke the news to you that your mother had died a few years prior of breast cancer. He told you how much he loved you and slowly but surely you returning to normal, remembering small details as he told a story, even the mundane ones where you would be reading in one corner of the flat with him writing songs in the other, staring at each other every once in a while eyes just filled to the brim with love.

He reminded you of all the arguments.

All the love.

The first time you told him you loved him.

The first time he said it back, nearly six months later.

He hid nothing from you and it worked wonders.

One morning you woke on the bed with Roger not lying beside you, confused you stepped out of bed, before remembering your accident, the amnesia, the pain you put roger theough.

“Babe?” you called as you stepped through the flat towards the sofa and when Roger looked at you, he already knew you remembered, there was no slightly vacant look behind your eyes. You had returned to him, his baby had returned to him and he could hope for nothing more.

He jumped off the sofa wrapping his arms securely around you and holding you tightly, he wasn't going no lose you again not now, not ever.

“(Y/N) I was working up the courage to do this before the accident, looking for the perfect time but I've now realised there is no perfect time there is only the now and we're lucky if we get that so (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) will you marry me gorgeous”

You gasped softly at the look of adoration of Rogers face as he held and you nodded, holding an onslaught of tears.

“Yes, Rog, a thousand times yes”

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