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The First Names Concept - Night 3

(Roger Taylor x Reader x Vince Neil)

MASTERLIST

A/N: HI HEY IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! there were a lot of exams

and of course a writing-deleting cycle but i've finally gotten it to a point where 'm sorta content w it

anyways i am so sorry for being all ‘ooh symbolism’ in this part i just...really like fleetwood mac...and i’m kind of trying to do the whole ‘show don’t tell’ thing, but i’m terrible at writing and idk when to use what so...yeah...idk

WARNINGS: very small mention of smut, mentions of people taking drugs (not reader), mentions of coke, weed, alcohol, fluffish and angstish at times, car accident and that’s it

WORD COUNT: 5,456 (a lot of stuff happens folks)

SPECIAL THANKS TO: @scarecrowmax for making sure this doesn’t suck, i appreciate it so much!!

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Elektra Records have signed Mötley Crüe their record deal and they celebrate with Queen. You make amends with both boys, which leads you to the position you were in the first place.

(creds: @taylormaydwithlove)

“Ready Freddie?”

(creds: @getthefckouttahere)

“...grabbed your cheeks, feeling him pull you in for a kiss...”

It was perfectly normal for people to like morning, but some could call you insane for waking up at an ungodly hour just to see the sunrise. But more than often it was because you couldn’t sleep and last night was no exception.

You managed to find your way up to the hotel roof at 5am, seeing the first few orange streaks in the purple-ish clouds, and walked on over closer to the railing.

You wrapped Vince’s jacket - the only thing you could find in the darkness and you couldn’t afford to lose more time finding something else - tighter around your body. Yes, LA had a reputation for being warm all the time, but only when the sun was out.

Thoughts of the past few days flowed through your mind as you saw rays of the orange light flood onto the floor.

Vince was right though, maybe you and Roger weren’t ‘destined to be’. Did that mean you were finally over him? All thanks to Vince himself?

Even if that was the case, you were still mad at him. You wanted to go after the woman and apologise, both on his behalf and your own, but after seeing her with Roger, you began to think that she deserved it.

Turning back around to find a seat, you spotted a metal bench and made yourself somewhat comfy. Your head angled itself so that the back of your head rested on the top of the cold railings, trying your best to ignore how blatantly uncomfortable it felt. Besides, your mind whirred in thought too much for you to even realise it.

Maybe it was how deep in thought you were, or maybe it was because you were starting to fall asleep, but you didn’t realise that Roger had come up to the roof. And you certainly didn’t realise how intently he was admiring you and how you were hugging your knees and staring into the landscape.

“Uh, hey.” he finally cleared his throat to say. You didn’t really have the energy to turn around, especially because you could already recognise the voice.

“Hi.” you returned, failing to meet Roger’s eyes when he made his way over to slump down beside you.

“You didn’t come down for breakfast, so Freddie sent me up to say sorry...or something.”

“I’m late for breakfast? Isn’t it 5?”

Roger let out a sharp laugh at that, so you returned with a look of annoyance. It was way too early to deal with this.

“Maybe it was when you got here.”

You looked down at your watch, eyes widening in shock when you saw that 3 hours had passed.

“Oh whatever, I can wait ‘til lunch.” you relaxed, too tired to even care at this point.

“How did you even know I was here?”

“I guess I know you too well,” he shrugged, “or, at least I thought I did.”

“Oh, that’s what you’re here to talk about. Look, I don’t know how it happened, okay?”

“Yes, but- Y/N I told you I missed you and you just-”

He was struggling, you could tell from the way he paused and groaned in exasperation to let his head fall into his hands.

“You know how unfair that is, right? You had 13 years to say something, but you never did. You brought this on yourself, Roger.”

“I- I know, that’s why I don’t know what to...feel...and Fred wanted me to apologise-”

“It’s alright.” you cut in as a desperate way to help him from struggling so hard.

“H-how do you feel about...me?”

“Rog…” you sighed.

Picking his head up out of his hands, he turned to look at you, his face full of worry when he saw that you still hadn’t moved an inch.

“You know I really like you, I always have and I always will…”

“So what’s stopping you?”

“Everything. Brian, our age-”

“It’s Vince, isn’t it?”

You gave him an irritated sigh again, hoping he’d take it as a sign that you wanted to change the subject. It was the first time the two of you had even discussed what your relationship was, but he could not have picked a worse time to do so.

Giving up, he finally realised the position your neck was in and let out a little chuckle, in hopes that it would be enough to change the topic and lighten the mood.

“Is that even comfortable?”

“Not really,” you laughed in return, “but it’s the only thing that’s stopping the throbbing in my head.”

“Course you got a sore head, you’ve drunk two nights in a row. Uh, here.”

You looked up to see him patting his shoulder and decided it would be better to rest there instead. He used one of of his hands to guide your head, before snaking down your shoulders to place itself on your arm. You grinned to yourself when you felt his hand rubbing your shoulder, while the other rested on the bare skin of your leg, lazily and platonically.

“This might...sound weird...but have you ever thought about what you want to do? I mean, you can’t be around us forever.”

“Christ, you sound exactly like Brian.” you giggled.

“Well he’s right, y’know, you have to find something to spend the rest of your life doing.”

“But I literally can’t do anything. Like, I barely even went to school, because half of the time you guys were too tired or too busy writing songs to drive me there. The only time I actually went was when Oliver’s parents drove me.”

“Oh yeah, Oliver. Never liked that chap. He seemed distracted all the time. But he had you as a girlfriend, I don’t blame him.”

Your cheek grew warmer against his shoulder, but as soon as he realised what he had let slip out, he did everything he could to stop you from talking about it further.

“And don’t say that you can’t do anything, ‘cause I’ve heard you play the organ.”

“God, you’re a genius, I could get a job in a church!”

For some reason, he seemed to think that was the funniest joke in the world, seeing that his chest was rising up and down rapidly as he bellowed in laughter. You joined him, equally as amused, letting yourself get distracted from the conversation you had managed to throw away.

“Hey, uh, speaking of the organ. Freddie managed to seal Vince’s band their record deal and they really want us to be there for their first official concert, to say thanks and whatever, and Freddie suggested we do ‘The Chain’, ‘cause that’s your favourite song...and because you’re the only one that can play the organ...”

“Absolutely not.”

You loved ‘The Chain’. You loved Stevie Nicks, her voice, her words and the meaning behind them. But you had always associated that song with Roger.

“What? Why?”

“For starters, I’m still mad at the both of you.” you said, sitting up straight out of his arm.

“But you’re not mad at Brian, Freddie or John. And you haven’t met the rest of the band. You’d absolutely love Tommy, he’s like a child in an adult body. Reminds me a lot of you.”

“Fuck you too.” you snorted.

“Oi, watch your mouth.” he chuckled in return.

A few seconds of silence passed again as you weighed your options for what you could do.

“Alright fine. But only because I’m not letting Brian down. Or Stevie Nicks.”

He laughed again, watching as you got up off the bench and were headed back indoors.

“I look ridiculous.” you told Freddie, standing in front of a mirror as he zipped the back of your purple leather dress.

It looked as if a low neck, leather top was sewed onto a flared, leather skirt, while being horribly tight around you. But you weren’t going to lie by saying you didn’t look great.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this self conscious in my 26 years of living.”

“Oh, don’t be so fucking daft, darling, you look fantastic.” he said, smearing some bright red lipstick on your lips. You had done everyone else’s makeup in that hour, but you spent a little while longer on Roger as a result of him mucking around.

“You know you look absolutely gorgeous in anything. And you already have two men drooling over you, imagine what they’d be like after seeing you like this.”

He fluffed up your hair again as a final touch for your outfit and gave you a toothy, reassuring smile.

“On the subject of those two men...can I ask you something?” you said, giggling slightly at his comment.

“Always, love.”

“When we went to see them live, I noticed that Stevie and Lindsey kept looking at each other, like they were singing this song to each other. And it made sense, ‘cause, y’know, that’s what the song’s about - them not wanting to lose their love, because if they did they’d never get it back.”

“And you were wondering who you should sing it to?”

You nodded, letting a sigh out along with it.

Freddie noticed that both bands were just an earshot away and if they concentrated, they would definitely be able to hear your concentration.

“I can’t speak for your mind, darling. Just go with what’s natural.”

“That would be Roger.”

“There you have it.”

“But-”

“Vince is quite alluring, isn’t he?”

“And he told me something really...wise, to be honest. He said if we were meant to date, we would’ve by now.”

“That is a good point. But listen-”

Before he could tell you anything else, the stage manager had knocked on the door and warned you all that there were only 5 minutes left until they were expected onstage.

You and Freddie both made your way back to the boys, not at all surprised to be greeted by wolf whistles and cheers from the younger ones. The fact that their leather jackets had the same ridiculous studs and patterns as your skirt eased your nerves a bit, because you didn’t feel as embarrassed. Besides, you were more than used to trying on Freddie’s and Roger’s clothes in the past. This was nothing compared to that.

“Leather really suits you, Y/N.” Roger commented with a sweet smile.

“Yeah, especially that jacket that I gave you. You gonna wear it?” Vince tried his luck.

You had been giving him the silent treatment from the moment you got here. Sure, you couldn’t help laughing at the greeting he yelled when he saw you (“Ah, the royal fuckers made it!”), but besides that you wanted him to know what he did was bad.

“Actually, I wanted to give it back. It’s not like I was gonna keep it anyways.” you snapped, grabbing the jacket you slung over a chair earlier so that you could shove it on his chest.

Subconsciously, you found your eyes flickering up to meet his and it made you stop your actions altogether. There was a hint of sadness in them, like they were screaming ‘red from crying myself to sleep last night’, but it could’ve easily been ‘red from smoking a blunt’. It wasn’t easy to tell from a guy like Vince.

Maybe you were misjudging him though, because ‘a guy like Vince’ wouldn’t be this affected by his mistake only because of the girl he cheated with.

Girl he cheated with. You felt disgusting. But the feeling couldn’t stay for long, thanks to your own empathy. You blamed Brian for the fact that you care too much.

“Actually, it might look good with the purple on my dress.” you spoke softly, taking your arm back to put the jacket on.

It was a way of forgiving Vince, because if anyone would know how it felt to act out because you had feelings for someone, it was you.

John walked toward you with his blue shirt and the same leather jacket as everyone else. It was hilarious, you felt like a motorcycle gang of rainbows, having guitarists in red, the singers in yellow, drummers in green, bassists in blue and you in purple. He was the last one to meet them, having to perfect the curly mess of hair on his head so that his furious bopping onstage wouldn’t ruin it.

“Looking good, D!” Tommy said, greeting him with a high five.

“Yeah, yeah, took you long enough.” Roger grumbled, picking up the drum stick he had managed to drop due to attempting one of Tommy’s drumstick twirls. He seemed to give out another huff of annoyance after you, John and Tommy - the only ones that saw what happened - laughed at him.

“Right. Let’s get going, shall we?” Brian said, managing to peel himself away from a very deep conversation about guitars with Mick and turned to lead both bands to the wings of the stage, holding various doors open for them along the way.

There was no doubt that the nervousness was visible in the younger band. John managed to calm Tommy down and talk him out of drinking right before the show, Freddie kept reminding Nikki how proud he was of them, Roger was trying his best not to bite Vince’s head off but gave him useful tips to ease the nerves and Mick and Brian lagged behind, laughing at them.

You noticed Freddie’s jolly expression turn to that of concern when he looked from the stage and back to you. Returning with furrowed eyebrows, which he then answered by nodding over to the stage, you immediately grew more nauseous.

The stage was set perfectly for the situation you were in. The organ was placed so that you faced both the drumkit and the microphones. Great.

You let out a shaky sigh as both John and Freddie gave you a reassuring pat on the back, before turning to give Brian a hug. Despite having made fun of the boys, he tended to be the most nervous one before shows, so you couldn’t even being to think how scared he was to perform with another band.

“What if they hate it?” he said as you pulled out of the hug.

“Bri, you’re asking me if people’ll hate one of England’s greatest bands.” you said with a teasing chuckle.

“Don’t worry, everyone loves it when there’s a change of routine. You of all people should know that, being in a band with Freddie Mercury.”

“Huh, and people call me the smart one. Thanks, sis.” he laughed, before turning around to set up his guitar.

With a scoff of disbelief, you decided to join Freddie and Vince as they were vocalising and warming up their voices, but it shortly turned into a competition of who could reach the highest note.

Of course you won out of the three, using your higher pitched voice as an advantage, but Vince came very near to beating you.

“Ah, it seems like Roger’s got competition.” Freddie had joked, causing everyone onstage (apart from Roger) to erupt into laughter.

That was over as soon as it started, seeing as the stage managers in the wings were frantically waving for silence onstage so that they could flip the spotlights on.

“Please put your hands together for Mötley Crüe!” you heard from the loudspeakers around you. It emitted a tiny roar of excitement, nothing compared to the reaction Queen got.

“And joining them tonight, England’s royal highness, Queen!”

The curtains drew back and you were suddenly greeted by the faces of thousands, screaming and chanting their names like bloody murder. They seemed like restless, tiny blobs of colour, the way you always perceived the audience to be ever since Roger used it to calm you down.

It was right before a gig at the Rainbow back in London. Both Brian and Freddie had insisted that you sang and played with them for one song and you gave in, but you were an easily frightened teenager and didn’t know what to do. Roger spent the day calming you down to the point where you ran onstage with nothing but confidence.

“Ready Freddie?” Roger repeated the words he was so used to before every show.

Freddie gave him and Tommy both a nod to start their drumming before turning to give you a nod to start playing.

And it went really well. Everything was perfect. Your high pitch matched with Freddie’s and Vince’s low tones, the organ sound fit perfectly along with Brian and Mick’s guitars, which you could keep in time with thanks to Tommy and Roger on the drums. Nikki had nothing to do for the time being, so John had kept him occupied by teaching him a few moves that he clumsily followed.

The audience enthusiastically clapped along with the two drummers, on the edge of their seats to see how brilliantly the two sounds were going to mix during the chorus.

But as soon as you thought all of your own fears had melted away, you made a mistake. Not a noticeable one that ruined both bands’ reputation, but one that was sure to ruin your relationship with one of the ‘two men drooling over you’.

You looked up and met Vince’s eyes.

“And if you don’t love me now, you will never love me again...”

You wanted to break the eye contact, but the audience was going absolutely ballistic and the giddiness on his face when he took the small action as a way to confirm that you weren’t mad at him anymore gave you double the guilt you already had. You knew that Mötley Crüe needed this. It was a good way to kick start their band, a way to gain more popularity by actually putting on a show for the audience.

And because you were set on doing things for the audience, you let Vince pull you up from the organ seat and lead you by the hand to the centre of the stage during the little bass solo. The two of you bobbed your heads in time to the gradual crescendo of the drums and you let out a yelp when Vince picked you up by the waist, spinning you around a couple times.

As you were gasping and squealing along with the audience, Vince used his hands to ensure your legs were wrapped around his waist before sliding around your waist. By letting your head fall in the crook of his neck, you deepened the hug.

“Chain, keep us together.” you sang into Vince’s mic once you were on the ground again.

“Running in the shadows.” he sang back, leaning over your shoulder so that his arms stayed wrapped around your waist. His lips then fell on your shoulder to give a quick peck.

Tommy noticed how the drummer’s arms swung down harder by each second, the expression on his face growing angrier.

“Yo!” he hissed to Roger, then doing it louder the second time when the first one failed to get his attention.

“If you break the toms, you’re paying for a whole kit.”

“Sorry.” Roger mumbled, returning his strength back to the softness it was before.

The song ended and Vince made you curtsey (while the rest of Queen bowed, of course) before giving you a kiss on the cheek and a teasing slap on the ass to send you off backstage.

And you didn’t think much of it, because it was only for the audience.

It was only for the audience.

The sentence was the only thing that kept Roger calm.

It was only for the audience.

Vince didn’t mean it and you didn’t actually choose him.

You were sat on the floor of the band’s apartment, chatting away with a drunk/slightly high Nikki and finding out that the two of you were more similar than you thought you were.

The topic of parents came up when you noticed a lady had walked over to you, holding out a plate with two lines of coke. Nikki looked ecstatic, rubbing his hands together before picking up the tiny, metal straw. He looked at your blank expression and pointed to the second straw on the plate in confirmation.

“Oh, I don’t-”

“Just one line. I promise I won’t make you an addict.” he laughed.

“I’m good, thank you though.” you laughed in return.

And just on cue, Freddie had waltzed his way over.

“Yo Fred! Want a line?”

“Course I do!” he exclaimed, picking up the straw and copying Nikki’s movements from before.

“I didn’t know cocaine was your thing, Fred.”

“Neither did I. But it doesn’t hurt to try new things. Have a great night, darlings. Ta!” he cheered, getting up to turn on his heel and walk away.

You were about to ask Nikki for a line yourself, but Tommy shortly stumbled toward you after Freddie had left.

“Y/N...I have a serious question for you.” he spoke, forcing creases on his forehead to show that he was indeed being serious. It concerned you, if you were being honest.

“Sure…”

“Are you a witch?” he continued, still no sign of it being a joke on his face.

But you did notice that there was something off in his eyes and you turned to Nikki for help. He only mouthed the word ‘drugs’ and gave a very drawn out nod to ensure that you understood, which you showed by laughing.

“And why do you think that?”

“‘Cause Vince is going crazy about you, dude! It’s like you’ve got him in a spell or some shit. Look.”

And sure enough, you heard the repetitive chanting of your name, accompanied by the blonde singer hopping around the place.

“It’s fucking wild, man. He’s never done this for any other girl.”

You felt your cheeks heating up wildly at the realisation, more so when he decided to add the words ‘I’ and ‘love’ in the mix.

“Who’s up for a beer drinking contest?” he suddenly screamed, evoking a loud cheer from everyone at the party.

There was only one voice that didn’t do the same.

“We don’t have any fucking beers, dumbass.” Mick chuckled.

“Well, I’ll go get some.” he slurred, stumbling his way over to the ashtray in which his car keys were, but falling before he had the chance to even stand up properly.

“Take Y/N with you. She’s the only sober one here.” Tommy chipped in, earning drunk nods of the head from the rest of the boys that wanted you two to make up.

Roger himself nodded, too enticed in an argument with a woman about how bad Queen’s music was. But he didn’t seem mad, rather the opposite. They kept giving each other teasing touches and you suddenly didn’t want to be sober anymore.

You managed to steal Vince’s bottle of vodka and take a swig from it as you were walking out of the house, resulting in him giving out a cry at his stolen good.

“Shit...I didn’t bring my license.” you huffed after you had ruffled through your purse.

“‘S fine, I can drive.” he mumbled, slamming his hip square against the back of his car.

“You sure about that?” you giggled, tightening your grip around the neck of the bottle when he tried to grab for it.

“I know these roads like the back of my hand, pretty lady. And you know how much I look at that.” he winked.

His hands fumbled on his car keys, but eventually managed to put the key in and start the car. For a drunk man, he was surprisingly good at driving, but you guessed it was just muscle memory.

The car radio played softly, tinkling out different hits from the 70s. Vince drunkenly nodded along to the beat of the songs, singing along if he knew the words or looking over to you singing and laughing at the exaggerated movements you made to the love songs.

You loved the way he laughed. You loved the way his teeth glistened and his eyes shone when he did and how the night lights enunciated all of that. The sound itself was boyish and charming and made your heart soar every time you heard it and washed away some of the fears you had letting a drunk man drive.

“Wait wait wait...I need to pull over.” he stated after 5 songs, slowing the car down and parking it on the sidewalk.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“...I want a blowjob.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake Vince.” you laughed, slapping his arm playfully.

“No don’t worry, that’s not the reason.”

The smirk he gave you before he left the car made you fear for your life even more.

He appeared once again, now right outside the car door, and opened it up for you.

“M’lady.” he kept the smirk, earning a playful kiss on the cheek from you as you got out of the car.

He took your hand and lead you in the direction of a tatty, old and seemingly abandoned building, with its door broken so anyone could come in. There were no signs, but it screamed ‘keep out’. And Vince didn’t obey.

He dragged you through the endless corridor, which was only lit up by a few lamps scattered on the walls here and there, but you eventually managed to end up in a place that felt colder. Dragging you to a stop, he slammed his hand on the wall and activated some kind of switch that lit up the pool in front of you.

“This place always looks better at night.” he spoke proudly.

“Vince, why are we here?” you asked, trying your best not to sound as irritated as you were.

As you stood there grumbling to yourself, you didn’t notice that Vince had put you on the perfect spot right on the edge of the pool and had lined his hands on your shoulders to push you in.

You fell in with a scream and a loud splash, flailing your arms and legs around desperately to get above water.

Seeing Vince collapsing to the ground in laughter sent something through you. It wasn’t anger or irritation - you just wanted to find a way to get back. So you swam up to the edge and had him perch closer to you.

His childish grin and droopy, naïve eyes almost made you feel bad for even planning your impromptu revenge, so you decided to take it easy on him. You bunched up the front of his shirt and pulled him toward you with your lips puckered, but ducked under the water before your lips could touch. It caused him to tumble into the pool beside you and a louder fit of laughter from you.

“You asshole! I can’t swim!” he gargled, swinging his arms around in desperate need of something to grab on.

A pang of guilt hit you in the chest and you immediately made your way over to him, avoiding the splashes of water the best you could. But as soon as he had access to your shoulders, he found a way to push you down underwater, completely off-guard so you didn’t have the chance to take a deep breath, and kept you there for a few seconds.

When you came back up, you were fuelled with nothing but anger. Maybe a little bit of hysteria along with it.

“Wanker!”

You managed to send a huge wave of water crash over him with your arm, to which he returned the favour and did the same, and things continued like that for a bit. Until he dived down at the same time as you and grabbed your cheeks, feeling him pull you in for a kiss.

Slowly, your laughter came to a halt after the two of you came back up for air, him getting a chance to get a hold of your legs and wrap them around his waist for you. It also gave you both a chance to look into each other’s eyes properly, like when you were in the bathroom, or when you were onstage.

There was still that sense of awe in the way he looked back at you and it was still evident despite the alcohol. It warmed your heart to see, but it didn’t feel right at the same time.

“Stop thinking.” he grumbled, wading through the water over to the edge of the pool with you still in his hold.

“What d’ya mean?” you queried when he hoisted you up onto the concrete surface again.

“Lemme show you.” he stated, reaching over to the jacket he smartly placed on the poolside before you pulled him in. You hadn’t even noticed he had bought his Polaroid along with him, due to the fact that the bag holding the camera was hidden under his jacket.

(thank daniel webber for inspiring this part, i love his photography)

“Say cheese!” he said after pulling the camera out, drawing out the ‘e’ in an adoring manner.

So you gave him a big smile as you were blinded by the flash for a few seconds, but when he looked at what he had taken, you saw that the smile on his own face had disappeared.

“What’s wrong?” you pushed when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“You’re thinking.” he repeated, showing you the picture. You couldn’t see what was wrong, though.

“The light from the pool fills your eyes and your face perfectly. You’re so fucking gorgeous. But your smile ain’t right, babe.”

You bit your lip, not because you didn’t understand what he meant, but you were scared of what he was implying.

“You wish I was Roger, don’t you?”

The sentence hit harder than it was supposed to. Even Vince could see that.

“I- Vince-”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can take you back.” he hummed sadly, hoisting himself onto the poolside next to you.

“No- Vince, please, I want to be here.” you said, but even he could detect the uncertainty in your words.

“I want you.” you corrected yourself

“Then prove it.”

You pulled him by the neck for a rough, messy kiss, causing him to topple onto you. But he pulled away as quick as the kiss started.

“I’d continue if it wasn’t for those two cockblockers standing there.” he answered your confused expression.

You turned to look at what Vince was referring to, only to meet the eyes of two scary-looking security guards (that’s what you assumed they were at least) towering over the two of you with stern faces and crossed arms.

“You’ve got 5 seconds to leave before we call the cops.”

With that, Vince leapt off you and pulled you up with him so that you could bolt out the building into your car again, laughing like mad men along the way.

“That was the most embarrassing to ever happen to me.” you half-mumbled, half-laughed to yourself.

“Let’s get these fuckin’ beers!” he whooped, igniting the car once more and speeding down the road.

It didn’t take long for Vince to drive to the nearest gas station and use his rockstar money to get 8 boxes of 8 cans of beer, which he then had to buckle a seatbelt over because it was his ‘duty as a father to protect his children’ and ‘you’re the mother, you should be concerned about their safety too’.

The ride back to their apartment had a lot of stopping and starting again, as Vince kept his hand on your thigh and couldn’t help going further. You had to frequently scold him and tell him to keep his eyes on the road, but of course he didn’t want to.

‘Baby, It’s You’ started to play on the radio and the two of you simultaneously went to turn the volume up. Vince then rolled down all the windows so that everyone in their cars and their pet dogs could hear the song and your voices harmonising/borderline screaming.

But Vince didn’t keep his eyes on the road at all and you were having too much fun to notice. He leant in to your side to try and steal a kiss, but he pulled the steering wheel in the same direction without realising it. The car skidded and spun in the direction of the grassy field next to you and before you had the chance to grab the wheel and put the car back on track, two blinding lights suddenly appeared in the darkness with a blaring noise you assumed was the horn.

The only sounds you could hear after that was the shattering of glass, the screeching of both cars attempting to break and the song quietly playing in the background. Only, it wasn’t The Beatles’ soothing vocals, nor was it Vince’s.

“I love you too, Roger.”

“Holy shit.”

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PART 4

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imaginexmeintheuniverse · 6 years

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Angus Macgyver + ❤️

14 Day OTP Challenge

Challenge Day 13: Song

A/N: Sierra,,,i lov you,,,,, idk what happened with this the idea was much better in my headbut came out terribly written??? also idk why i chose pickles I’m not sure thatMac would hate them I just needed something

Why by SabrinaCarpenter

“Youwant a drink babe?” Mac asks you swirling a glass in your face with alopsided grin.

You shovehim playfully, wrinkling your nose at the liquid. He leaves the room with alaugh and you turn to everyone who’s giving you confused stares.

“Ohit’s an inside joke between us,” You explain, “he always asks me if Iwant one just because he loves them and he knows I can’t stand them.”

“That’sso funny,” Riley giggles, gesturing between you and Mac. “You guysare total opposites.”

“Nowere not,” you brush her off.

“Yeahyou are,” Bozer chimes in. “You like biology, he likes physics, youlove pickles, and he hates them.”

“Weboth like chemistry,” you try to reason, but then Jack also decides toelaborate.

“You’relike a fire cracker: full of energy and sass, and he’s always so calm and levelheaded.”

“Huh,I guess we are…”

Mac comesback in, taking you by surprise as he wraps his arms around you from behindbefore taking a seat next to you. “We’re what now?”

“Theywere just making a point about how you and I are total opposites.” Nowthat you really think about it, you and Mac getting together was all totally bychance.

“Nah,”he dismisses simply, the thought and starts a new topic of conversation. Youmostly stay quiet the rest of the night, throwing in the occasional commenthere and there, because you’re too busy rifling through your memories wherethere are apparently so many examples why you and Mac are so different.

You like New York City in the daytime

I like New York City in the nighttime

“I’m gladwe get some more time before we have to go back home.” The bed dippedunder Mac’s weight as he laid down next to you, his hands sliding around yourwaist.

“I’mso exhausted,” you chuckled and he brushed stray hairs away from yourface. “We could sleep now and go out later.”

“Butit’s New York City, babe, and it’s a gorgeous day out.”

“But, it’s so much better at nightanyways.”

“Idon’t know, about that,” His hand glided down your arm where he laced hisfingers with yours, and he brought your hand up to press his lips against yourknuckles. “We could grab a coffee from the cafe down the street, walkthrough Central Park—”

“Takea bus tour?” you teased, giving him a lazy smile.

“Comeon,” He got up, dragging you up by your hand. “It’ll be fun.”

“Okay,”you agreed, planting a quick kiss to his cheek before letting him lead you outto a day in sunny New York.

You say you like sleeping with the air off

I don’t, I need it on

You and Machad decided to turn in for the night, but despite always being the mostcomfortable snuggled up in his arms, it was way too hot for you to be able tofall asleep.

“I’mgonna turn the air conditioning on.”

“Noneed for that,” he protested, not wanting you to get up because he wasalready drifting off. His groggy half-asleep voice was adorable, but you weresweating your life out.

“Babe,it’s like a million degrees,” you whine and he lets out a defeated groanas you start untangling your limbs from his. Rolling out of the bed, you makeyour way to the thermostat to turn on the air conditioning.

“It’sfine, just leave it off.”

“Welive in the desert and there’s a massive heat wave,” you state, lettingout a sigh of relief when you hear the light whirring of cold air piping in. “There’sno way I’ll be able to sleep without it.”

He hums inresponse. “Just come back to bed.”

You like the light coming through the windows

I sleep late, so Ijust keep ‘em all closed

Mac hadjust gotten back from another overseas mission while you had been working forover thirty-six hours straight in the lab back at HQ, so when you were rudelywoken up by your boyfriend swinging the curtains open and letting the brightsun blind you, you were just about ready to kill someone.

“Mac,I’m gonna—”

“Youjust look so beautiful in sunlight,” he beamed at you, pecking the cornersof your mouth. “and it’s time to get up.”

“Idon’t get you morning people,” You slowly started getting up, stretchingout your sore limbs. The smile he gave you was hard to resist and you gave hima quick kiss before taking the mug he held out to you. “How can anyonehave this much energy in the morning?”

“Babe,it’s two in the afternoon…”

You ignore the music on the radio

I don’t, I sing-a-long

“Thisis my song!” you exclaimed, your legs bouncing on your seat as you leanedforward to turn the volume up.

Mac tookhis eyes off the road only for a moment to admire how cute you were when yougot all giddy over the smallest things and laughed thinking about how you saythat about nearly every song that comes on the radio.

You startedby humming to the tune, and soon started singing lyrics, gradually raising yourvoice as you let the music take over your inhibitions. An amused smile playedon his lips as you began to belt out the lyrics totally off pitch.

He wasnever one to pay much attention to the radio, but he’d be lying if he said hedidn’t love watching you sing along, so instead of joining in, he placed a handon your thigh and gave you a soft smile before accelerating.

Cold outside and you’re just in a T-shirt

I have coldblood even in a sweater

“Holyshit it’s cold,” you muttered through chattering teeth. The team had amission in Germany and needed your expertise, so Mac insisted you go with them.Even in the sweater Mac gave you, the wind was nipping at your skin and you hadno idea how him and Jack could walk around in short-sleeves. “How are youjust wearing a t-shirt?!”

“Ah,it’s not that bad,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders andpulling you to his chest to warm you up.

As anothergust of wind passed, you let out another string of obscenities, which he foundquite amusing and mentally thanked the climate for giving him another reason tokeep you close to him.

I don’t ask for you to change,

And you don’t ask forme to change

Andfinally, you’re taken way back to how the two of you got together in the firstplace, and sometimes you think it wouldn’t have happened if one of you wouldhave hesitated; your tendency to over-think things surely would have gotten inthe way.

“I’msorry,” Your voice cracked the slightest bit as you felt the familiarsting of tears prick the back of your eyes.

“No,it’s okay- it-it wasn’t your fault,” he reassured you, placing his handson either one of your shoulders and tilting his head to meet your lowered gaze.It was then that you really noticed for the first time just how blue his eyes were, and found yourselfclaiming it as your new favorite color.

“I-I’msorry—” Those seemed to be the only syllables you could utter, any otherwords kept getting caught on the lump in your throat. You shifted your focusback to the ground, not wanting him to see the stray tear escape.

“Y/N,look at me.” His grip tightened on your shoulders, giving them acomforting squeeze and you allowed yourself to get lost in his softness of hisexpression, taking in his kind eyes and eyebrows knit in concern. “Youcan’t blame yourself for things going wrong- there’s no way you could havestopped it from happening. Y/N, you’re an important part of this team and weneed you here— I need you here.”

You werethe only two people in the room, and yet it was then that it really fellsilent.

Somehow we end up on the same side

And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright

Even our eyes aredifferent colors, but we see fine

The silenceseemed to stretch for miles in the inches between the two of you, and then allat once the space that separated your lips from his completely disappeared. Foronce, you had allowed yourself not to think, and just let it happen.

His hands driftedup your neck to cup your face as his mouth pressed against yours softly. Youkissed him back, responding with a light pressure that kept the kiss gentle. Hepulled back after a few seconds, keeping it short but sweet, and kept his eyesclosed as his forehead rested on yours.

“Pleasedon’t go,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning over your lips.

Your eyesfluttered open and you were once again met with those blue hues. You weretempted to pinch yourself because you didn’t think this would ever happen andso you must surely have been dreaming, but this was a dream you let yourselfhave. Even if it meant that you’d wake up and the world hadn’t changed a bit,you were okay with it.

“I’mnot going anywhere,” you said before meeting his lips again.

But when youwoke up the next morning, Mac was still by your side and your world hadchanged.

Tell me how we’re not alike

But we work so well and we don’t even know why

Funny how the stars crossed right

‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why

You can call it fire and ice

But we work so well and we don’t even know why

We don’t even know why

You and Machave just gotten home from the little get together at Jack’s place, and you’recurrently sat on the couch with some show playing on the TV that you’re in noway paying attention to. Glancing over at him, he meets your eyes and starts tospeak but you don’t hear what he says, your mind still preoccupied.

“Sorry,what were you saying?” You blink a few times, actually paying attentionnow.

“You wereso quiet tonight, I was asking you if you’re okay.”

“Y-Yeah,I-I’m fine—” He scoots over to you and pulls you close to him.

“Tellme.”

“I-It’sjust that what they talked about earlier- it’s true and I can’t stop thinkingabout it—”

“That’sridiculous,” he laughs, squeezing you tighter to his body and pressing hislips to your forehead.

“Y/N,don’t talk like that—”

“Butit’s true! Don’t you ever wonder whether or not we’d even be together if itweren’t for that night?” You’re not quite sure why this is bothering youso much or why you’re being so difficult about it. Maybe it’s an accumulationof all your insecurities from the course of your relationship, but the thought thatyou’ve pushed to the back of your mind for so long has been eating away at yourconscience.

“Butwhat if everything went right and nothing went wrong that time? Wh-what if thatmeans we weren’t meant to be together? What if—”

“Y/Nstop,” he interrupts you. His eyebrows are furrowed and concern is writtenall over his features. “There isn’t a singletime that I don’t look at you and knowthat we are supposed to be together.” Dipping two fingers under your chin,he tilts your head up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss that tells you howmuch he cares for you.“At first glance it might seem like we don’t gotogether, but,” And just then, like the night that started it all, you letyourself fall into those ocean eyes all over again. “Everybody knows thatwe belong. Together.” You let yourself fall head first, knowing thatyou’ll be okay because he will bethere. “I don’t have to ask why to know that I love you.”

Maybe it alldid happen by some sort of universal accident, and maybe the stars weren’tsupposed to cross like that, but Mac is here, with you, and he loves you. Andyou love him too.

“Ilove you too.”

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Lost Voice

summary: jaehwan was born with the ability to sing. he was one who held the voice of an angel’s. but one day, on a day like any other, jaehwan lost his voice. genre: angst, soulmates!au characters: you, jaehwan, daniel (just a little) a/n: i just love writing angst idk

Soulmate code.

That was something that everyone possessed. It was a representation of who your soulmate was as well as a symbolization of the connection between you and your fateful one.

Growing up, you’d hear a voice in your head, one that was always singing. In the beginning when you were still young, the singing didn’t come as often as it did compared to the later years of your life.

At first, you had no idea where the sounds came from.

Melodies you have never heard before were ringing in your head, but you weren’t mad about it. It was beautiful, relaxing and on days when you were just having a bad day where nothing was going your way, his voice calmed you down and made you feel better.

Your mother had explained to you that everyone had a soulmate code and it was different for everyone. Yours happened to be being able to hear him sing.

As you reached your teenage years, almost everyone around you had found their soulmate. It was amazing to watch as your friends met their fated ones and experienced love that was like no other.

You knew it was sooner or later that your soulmate would come knocking on your doorstep, and you were ready for it. After all, everyone around you has already found theirs, so yours would soon come too, right?

However, as years passed and you graduated from high school, moved on to college and university, he never came. You waited and waited, but he still never appeared. Although you still did hear his voice in your head.

Somedays, he would be singing to a sad ballad and you’d hear sobs in between. Other days, he would be singing to something else; an uplifting song and even hitting some high notes here and there.

But he still never appeared, no matter how many years passed and no matter how much you told yourself to be patient and to continue waiting. It puzzled you to no end; was fate playing tricks with you? It was taking longer for the both of you to meet than you would’ve liked.

But that didn’t mean you were going to give up yet. As you slowly got impatient, you decided to try finding him yourself instead.

Knowing that he was such a passionate singer, you knew he’d want to have his voice heard by the public. You were pretty sure a voice like his would’ve yearned to be acknowledged by a bigger audience.

This led to you often visiting popular areas where people would be busking, but none of the voices you had encountered with were similar to the one that has been singing to you since as early as you can remember.

Eventually, your efforts only led to nothing but disappointment and diminishing hope.

Before you even knew it, you grew sick of playing the waiting game. You wanted to experience love too. It wasn’t fair that everyone around you had already met their soulmates and were having the time of their lives while you were still here, stuck in time without a companion.

It sucked and it brought you to tears every time you thought about it.

That was the moment when you decided to just give up on this whole soulmate searching. Despite still hearing his voice in your head more often than not, you decided to pursue other people.

It was stupid to continue waiting like a fool, you’d think to yourself. You weren’t going to let this stupid soulmate thing hold you back from living your life. You were going to fall in love, fall out of a love, meet new people and have fun.

Ignoring the nagging feeling in your chest, you gave up on your soulmate and started opening up your heart to other people.

Soon enough, you found yourself paying attention to this guy called Kang Daniel in your university class. He was tall, handsome, reliable and charming. You’d constantly steal glances and feel your heart beating a little faster every time the both of you made eye contact. He became your first love, but you really hadn’t expect anything out of your one sided crush. It was only a crush, after all.

However, that soon changed during the Christmas party that you were invited to.

At the party, you met Daniel. And that was how things between the both of you started.

You’d been drinking quite a lot since the party started so you were getting a little tipsy. As the night went by, the booze in your system got the better of you and you approached Daniel.

The both of you were slightly drunk; your sentences slurring a little, but the both of you were still conscious and aware enough of what was going on.

You realized that you actually hit it off pretty well with Daniel and the both of you exchanged numbers.

After the whole Christmas party, the both of you became closer. He told you about how his soulmate had passed away when they were still young, so there was nothing that he could do about it.

You took that as a sign to approach him, in a way that crossed the boundaries of being just a friend, and he accepted you readily.

By this time, you have almost completely forgotten about the fact that you had a destined soulmate still waiting for you. From the day you started your relationship with Daniel, you realized that you couldn’t hear your soulmate singing as often as he used to.

In the past, you could hear his voice almost everyday, singing melody after melody in your head. But as you fell deeper for Daniel and spent more time with him as a new couple, your soulmate’s voice grew softer.

Jaehwan felt sick. It was weird. He couldn’t sing as loud as he always did.

A few months ago was when it all started. He thought it was just a sore throat, so he let his throat rest for a few days and refrained from singing too much.

Singing was everything to Jaehwan.

When he was young, he took an interest in musical instruments. He loved the feeling of his fingers sliding across the piano keys. He enjoyed the way his fingers would strum against his guitar chords. He took dignity in the fact that he was blessed with the natural gift of being able to sing.

Being able to project his voice and sing to his heart’s content was everything to him, alongside his soulmate.

He��d always been curious about who his soulmate was. He knew for a fact that his soulmate code was being able to hear her voice in his head.

But his soulmate wasn’t as much of a singer as he was, sadly. She rarely sang, and on days when she did, it was just simple humming and it didn’t reveal much about her, much to Jaehwan’s disappointment.

Despite that, he tried to reach out to her by constantly singing. It was a way for him to connect to her and to interact with her.

He honestly knew nothing about her except for the fact that she was his soulmate. But he still tried his best, because he wanted to impress her with his singing. He used it as a way to express his emotions, and wished that his singing could serve as a way of apologizing to her for not appearing in front of her yet.

As many years passed, Jaehwan still couldn’t meet her. Has it always been so hard for soulmates to meet? That didn’t really seem like the case with his friends; they’ve all met theirs. So he really couldn’t understand what was taking him so long to find her.

It was a long wait. But Jaehwan was patient. He’d always been.

He knew that patience was important and on the day the both of you finally meet, nothing else in the world would be able to replace the feeling of having you in his embrace after all the missed time and the unsaid apologies for making you wait so long.

But things never always went the way one would like. Jaehwan was losing his voice. His singing has gotten a lot weaker than before. He couldn’t reach his high notes like he always did. Soon enough, he could barely even let out a note.

It all happened so quickly that he was left confused and bewildered. What was happening to him? Did he have a disease? He took so many body checkups but all the results came back negative. Nothing was wrong with his body, physiologically. His health was on track, but why was he slowly losing his voice?

That realization only came when he heard your voice in his head, singing to someone.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to my boyfriend Daniel, happy birthday to you! I love you!”

It hit him before he could even have time to process it. His soulmate was in love with someone else that was not him. His only way of being able to connect to you has been lost, because you were in love with someone that was not him.

Singing was everything to Jaehwan, but at that moment, he had realized, his soulmate was everything to him.

Ridiculously in love with his destined partner without having ever met them was stupid. But what could he do when faced with fate? He was fated to love you and to treasure you above everything else because you were his soulmate.

He couldn’t help but blame himself for not appearing in front of you sooner, or you wouldn’t have given up. Despite wanting to hate you for betraying the soulmate system and leaving him in this state, he couldn’t find it in him to even blame you for it.

He loved you so much that he could never blame you for giving up on him; he loved you before he even met you.

Soon enough, he could barely let out a squeak. Jaehwan lost his voice. He lost his ability to sing, lost everything that mattered to him, even you.

“Daniel! Where should we go next?” you squealed as you and your boyfriend walked around the streets, hand in hand.

It was crowded since it was the weekend.

Couples, friends and families filled up the sidewalk as the both of you made your way through the huge crowd. Shops were blasting trendy music and you were feeling better than ever. Being with your boyfriend made you forget everything else.

“Hold on, I’ll go get us some drinks,” Daniel said and gave you a smile. You nodded and went to stand near a corner of a shop so that you wouldn’t block people’s way.

You fiddled with your phone as you waited for your boyfriend to return. All of a sudden and out of nowhere, you felt a push from behind you and your phone fell from your hands onto the ground. You gasped turned around to see who’d pushed you, annoyed and albeit furious.

“Sorry,” he mouthed as you locked eyes with him.

You couldn’t hear his voice and you couldn’t understand why all your annoyance disappeared in an instant. You couldn’t fathom why your heart started hurting so much and your head was spinning and you felt dizzy. Was it because of the hot weather?

He bowed his head a little and mouthed another sorry before scurrying off. You picked up your phone and took a look at it. The screen was completely broken into irrepairable cracks and through the broken pieces, you saw your own reflection.

Tears were streaming down your face, staining your cheeks.

You stared as the boy that had bumped into you walked away from you. His back screamed of nothing but loneliness and agony. “I’m sorry,” a weak whisper left your lips.

Jaehwan smiled to himself when he heard your voice in his head.

She was just as beautiful as I thought she would be.

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