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v1rg1nvodkasprite · 5 years
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Hard Liquor Mixed with a Bit of Intellect →Roger Taylor
Summary
Roger had always been known to be hotheaded and fearless whenever it came to fighting but you were known to be worse. A well-known actress with a mind of her own. Roger is intrigued by you and invites you home one night. A month later, you call him and tell him, “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business. He knows he’s going to pay for this
Warnings: cocaine usage, excessive smoking, excessive drinking, mention of pregnancy, mild smut
Notes: thank u to @rencontre-moi-dans-le-couloir for sending in this amazing idea. i had a lot of fun writing it. enjoy!! x
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I opened the pack of Marlboro, taking another cigarette from the box after putting the one that was just in mouth out. The glass of Macallan whisky in my hand was about to run out. The last year had been great for me. Two academy awards under my belt and some others with two signed deals with some of the biggest movie producers in the business.
"Could I maybe get you another?" A long haired blond man asked me. I knew him as Roger Taylor, apparently one of the best drummers in the world and a reputation of having multiple groupies when on tour.
"I can get my own, thanks," I told him, pushing myself from leaning against the doorway. "Wait," he said, grabbing my arm. I turned to him, almost glaring.
"Congratulations on wining... those um awards," he stumbled over his words. I'm sure that probably was the first time someone refused his offer. "Thank you but excuse me, I have another drink to refill."
I smirked, swaying my hips just a little to tease him. Maybe if he tried hard enough, I'd let him in. He was hot and I wouldn't mind playing with him. I just wasn't drunk enough for that yet.
"Y/N L/N!" Is that you?" Freddie Mercury said, in his roaring voice, "Why yes it is. Hello darling, it's been a while.
"Yeah, Fred. It has," I said, hugging him. Freddie and I met at mutual friend's party, throwing back shots and doing lines of cocaine. "How are you, love?" I asked him, smiling.
"Amazing, but I want to know about you. Any men you've done yet? Some I might know?" he asked, looking over my shoulder as he raised his eyebrows. I looked to where his eyes trailed to and was met with a Roger Taylor. I laughed. "Not yet, you know nothing isn't fun without a chase," I smirked.
"Of course, darling. Refill?" he asked, grabbing my drink from me and I nodded. "Friend of Fred's? Funny how we haven't met," Roger said from behind me and I sighed. "Hello, Roger. Yes, how funny," I said, turning to try to find Freddie.
"Let me get you a drink, I promise you won't regret it," he said. "Freddie has got that down already. You're too late," I told him. "Rog! So you've met Y/N, here is your drink. I've got to talk to an old friend but I'll catch up with you later, Y/N?" Fred said, handing me my drink with a wink. I winked back, smirking.
"How about you score some coke and meet me in the limo outside and I'll give you a tour of New York, yeah?" I asked, sipping my drink. "Already got one, I'll grab my jacket and meet you there," he smirked and I nodded.
I left my drink on a table, leaving it to be cleaned up later and got in the limo. "Robert, here's a list of places me and my friend would like to go tonight and then after that take us to mine. I think tonight will be an amusing night," I told the driver after scribbling a list of places down a piece of paper. "Yes, ma'am."
I reached over and took off the lid of the jars of liquor, pouring myself a glass. The car door opened and Roger slid in right next to me. "You ready, Rog," I asked and he nodded, pulling out a small, plastic bag of coke. "Are you ready?" he asked and I smirked, taking the bag from him.
I took a sip of the liquor and then set it down. I grabbed the cross on my necklace, taking it apart and dipping the end of it into the bag. I unbottoned his shirt a little more than it already was, revealing his chest. He looked at me confused, "Got no where to put it," I mumbled to him and he smirked. I pushed him back so his chest was more horizontal and tapped the powder onto him.
I frantically found a credit card and dollar from my purse, straightening out the line. I rolled the dollar up quickly. Making eye contact with him, I lightly licked his chest making him sigh and then snorted the short line. I threw my head back, moaning.
"You're ravishing, sweetheart. My turn," he said, grabbing the end of the broken cross from my neck, doing the same as I did, setting up the line on my thigh. He leaned down, placing a couple kisses right before the line before taking the rolled dollar from the floor and snorted the line.
He groaned, sniffing a bit before going back to kiss my thigh. I smirked, grabbing his shirt and pulled him up to roughly kiss him. He moaned into my mouth and I pulled him closer. Abruptly, I pushed him away, fixing my lipstick.
The limo came to a stop and Tobert came around, opening the door. "Thank you, Robert," I said, slipping him a twenty and he nodded.
"You took me to a ditch?" Roger asked confused and I cocked an eyebrow. "No, I took you to a pub," I told him and he looked at me as if I was crazy. "Sorry, sweetheart but I don't see a pub," he said. I grabbed his hand, leading him down some stairs and knocked on the door.
"Name?" a man asked from behind the door. "Y/N L/N," I told him and the door opened. I had gotten a reputation around here and it wasn't because of my movies or because of the Oscars I had won. "What are we doing here?" Roger asked. I leaned into him, setting my lips against his ear, "You'll see."
There was a small stage in the back of the club that I headed towards, dragging him along with me. I pushed him down in a chair right in front of the stage. I winked at him before turning around, walking up onto the stage, swaying my hips a bit.
I danced slowly, running my fingertips from my hips, dragging them upward. Whistles and howls came from the crowd making me smile. Making eye contact with Roger again, I slowly dropped to the floor and stood up again, pushing my ass out. He shifted slightly in his seat, adjusting his pants. I laughed, getting off stage and grabbing his hand.
"You've got a little something, Roggie," I said, pulling him further into the crowd. "You want to fix it for me, love?" he asked, growling and almost begging. "Maybe later but I still have some more places to show you," I said, kissing his cheek. "Could we hurry it up?" he whined and I laughed. "You're driving me crazy but some how I'm into it," he said, pulling me into a kiss.
I pulled away, licking my lips and smirked. "If you want to hurry this tour up, I suggest we get out of here and move on," I whispered into his ear and he smirked, leading me out of the club.
He opened the door to the limo and I got it, pulling Roger in with me and kissed him roughly. I enjoyed the feeling of his soft lips against mine. I was getting hungrier and hungrier by the second. I pulled away from a whining Roger and tapped on the window. Robert rolled it down, without looking into the back, knowing better that when I had a man in the car that whatever we were doing was most likely not meant to be seen.
"Take us home. I think our tour of New York is over," I said, chuckling as Roger slid his hand up my thigh and kissing my neck. He nodded, rolling the window back up as I turned back to Roger. I straddles his lap, kissing down his neck. Grinding roughly into his lap, I could feel his prominent buldge from underneath me. His soft moans in my ear were like music in my ears.
"Roggie, wouldn't you want to wait until we get back to my place? We'd have so much more fun and time there with all the toys I have," I whispered and he growled, removing me from his lap.
"Then it'd be best if you didn't make me cum in my pants. Then there wouldn't be any fun at all," he said, kissing my cheek.
Once we got home, the sexual tension had built up so much that it couldn't be cut, even with the sharpest of knives. He pushed me up against my door, once he had slammed it closed. Moving us to the bed as quickly as possible.
The rest of the night consisted of three rounds of moaning, groaning and growling. I woke up and Roger was still asleep next to me. I sighed, changing quickly and scribbling down a short note to Roger that I was going to be out for the day and that I expected him to be up and out by the time I got back.
Weeks passed by and I had started to feel sick and my period was late. I was on birth control and had been the night Roger and I slept together. I silently cursed, grabbing a pregnancy test I stashed in the back of my medicine cabinet.
After waiting for a few minutes, I turned over the test after taking it and showing as positive. I sighed, dialing up Freddie. "Hello, darling! What are you doing calling me at this hour," he greeted me. I laughed, "Is Mr. Mercury seriously not up by now? It's 3:00pm."
"Well after the last night I had, it called for some sleeping in and a hangover cure. Now, what can I do for you?" he asked, groaning a bit. "Roger's number, please. I promise to tell you all about our rendez-vous later when you aren't in so much pain," I explained and he laughed. "Sure, darling. Whatever you wish," he told me and then proceeded to inform me of the phone number. I bid my goodbye after saying thank you and quickly dialed up Roger.
"Hello?" he answered, groggily. "Jesus, is everybody sleeping past 12:00 and hung over?" I sighed. "Y/N! I wasn't expecting you to call," he said with a sudden enthusiasm. "Listen, I'm having your baby and it's none of your business," I told him, bluntly. "Woah, wait. This is getting crazy. What do you mean you're having my baby? I think I'm losing it," he mumbled under his breathe. "You're not. You heard correctly. Goodbye Roger," I told him before hanging up, abruptly. "I'm going to pay for this," I mumbled.
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mama-ghostie-61542 · 3 years
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A Thousand Lifetimes
Rating--M++ for language and themes
If you recognize it--IT AIN'T MINE
Sorry for OOC-ness
Chapter 6
Wolf
As I awoke the next morning, I could not help the happy feeling that pervaded everything. After the craziness of getting the kids around to go with their father for his weekend, I sat down to meditate before I cleaned my house.
I wafted the cedar and sage smoke over myself, clearing the air and myself of all negative energy. I sat there for almost an hour before whispering, 'Morning, Sweets.' Then, I got up and went to grab a shower.
I could feel eyes on me.
'Hello, Darlin'. How was your day?'
'Fuckin' crazy,' came the reply. 'So far, it has been a mad house and we aren't even at the show yet. I will let you know when we finish up; cool?'
'Ok, Haka. Talk to you then,' I whispered to him.
His spirit seemed to sag against me for a moment before he whispered, 'I love you, Ghost. Remember that,' he sent as he caressed my face. 'Always have, always will. The distance and these crazy schedules could never change that.'
'Sweets, you know I love you. You also know, you don't need to tell me, I already know. I know you need me to be steady when your schedule is crazy like this; to be the one constant point in all the crazy.'
I could almost feel him nod on my shoulder, before the feeling of being enfolded into his strong arms came over me. There was peace and contentment in that space.
Kihyun
The show that night was crazy! All the amazingly pretty girls, and the only one on my mind was half a world away. Sometimes this connection sucks. I feel so alone sometimes. But tonight, there is excitement, adoration, and pride coming from our thread. I could not help the smile as we left the venue.
There was a girl that was right by stage left. I am pretty sure she tried to flash me a few times, but, as per normal, all I could think about was her.
Then, I caught up with the conversation going with the boys.
"Did you see her rack? Good Lord," Honey giggled.
"I know. Those were huge," chuckled HyungWon. "Death by tittie"
"Where was I," I asked, oblivious.
Min replied, "You were on the other side. You didn't see the size of those cocomelons."
"Those things were big enough to have their own post codes," Changkyun laughed.
HyunWoo grinned, then suddenly jumped and grabbed his ear. "Ow." He looked at me. "Control your woman; think she just flicked my ear."
Suddenly the words, "Diving Swan," were whispered on my cheek.
I grinned. "I'm sorry, Ducking Swan. I'm too far away to control that."
"Oh, God. Don't call me that. Who told you that name? And it's Diving, not ducking."
"What were you thinking of to make her mad, anyway?"
"Suffocating in tatas," he chuckled. "It'd be a lovely way to go."
"Wonder how many words there are for breasts, in the world," Changkyun mumbled.
Honey laughed, "Almost as many as folks who dream of dying in them."
Four hands shot up.
"Yes, Please," Min laughed.
"I'm game," HuyngWon grinned.
It was all I could do to laugh.
Min smiled at me, "We all know, you are in lurve."
Honey smacked Min's arm, "Don't talk about our sister like that, Moron."
"I'm in lurve," chuckled Swan.
"You are not," I laughed. "That's those microwaved burritos you insisted on eating. Nasty things. What you are feeling is decidedly further south."
Changkyun giggled, "And could probably be cured with some Pepto."
We all lost it laughing.
We got back and all split off to go wind down in our own ways. I started to meditate, I tapped our thread. I tried several times to get her attention that way.
She was working again.
As I settled in, I decided to try something else. I saw her working at the sink, her dress showing off those broad but feminine shoulders and her delicious back. I wanted, so much, to pin her to the counter and have my way with her. However, I opted for a more seductive approach. I gently caressed my knuckles up her spine, beginning just where her dress stopped and ending where her spine and neck met.
She shivered.
"Good night," She asked.
'Hmm,' I agreed. 'Would be much better if I were home.'
'Or if I were there," She whispered.
'If you were here, I would be getting told to quiet down already. It would be my goal that everyone on the block knew who's cock was deep inside you, touching all the right spots.'
'You are such a fuckin' tease, Haka.'
'It's only teasing til I get home. After that, it's a guarantee.'
'Go shower. Raincheck,' she sighed.
I knew what she meant. I had smelled it on her a week prior. She smelled like tasty, delicious things that I just wanted to eat up.
'Raincheck,' I agreed, as I dropped my head to her shoulder, then held her for a moment.
I went to my room and piled up my pillows to read for a bit.
Post-Christmas 2019
Bryn PoV
At midnight, the phone rang. I picked it up expecting a normal call but found my little brothers face smiling at me.
"Sissie! How was your Christmas!? Sorry. Schedule was crazy."
"All good. Don't worry about mine. How was yours," I asked.
Although I was tickled to talk to him, I knew that sooner or later, he would find out; that he would be able to pull the truth out of me and it would kill me all over again.
"What did you get this year?"
I sighed. "Don't worry about what I got. What did you get?"
He looked at me for a minute and then smiled sadly. "I got an amazing pair of handmade convertible mittens from my awesome big sister," he said softly. "Bryn," He started," What did you get?"
"Don't worry about what I got," I replied.
Joey's eyes narrowed as he looked at me for a solid minute before he spoke. "He didn't get you anything, did he?"
"Joey," I sighed while looking away.
"I'm only gonna ask this one last time. What did you get," he asked again, his dark eyes boring into mine.
I sighed and looked away so I didn't have to see the disappointment on his face. "A sweater I made and some pencils I bought."
He groaned and leaned forwards on his elbow, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Don't lose your temper, Joey."
"I won't," He said. as he sat back. "He isn't worth it. But, dammit you deserve better than that. I won't yell or scream, but he did piss me off. Sis," He started, then shook his head as he collected his thoughts, "He refused to get your teeth fixed until it almost killed you. I'm just upset that he doesn't seem to care. You deserve better."
Just then, I.M. popped up behind him. "Hi!"
"Heya, Kiddo," I replied as he glared at I.M.
I.M. smiled and took a deep breath, then held his nose and acted like he was going under water.
"What was that all about," I asked.
Joey PoV
"I don't know. I don't think I want to know," I answered as I held my hands in my lap, picking at those gloves. "Sis, you really need to leave." I hoped the sincerity I felt could be seen. It bothers me that she does so much and never gets any thanks for it. I mean, I wish she would have left last year, when she was sick and his friends were more important than taking care of his sick wife.
After a moment, she replied, while running her hands over her short chestnut brown hair, "And where would I go? You know I have the shop and the boys have all their services set up here already! Do you have any idea how hard it is to up and run with not one but two kids with special needs," she yelled as hazel eyes caught fire and seemed to burn.
"I don't know," I said, trying to keep my voice soft, "But I know that staying there isn't good for you. You deserve so much better. The longer you stay, the more the memories cut. Then, the more hurt and disappointed you feel. And the more disillusioned you are, the more empty you feel."
It was at that split second that she looked at me and I could see how hollow she looked. Like the fire that kept her going was suddenly extinguished. I felt myself start to choke up. It was like watching the strongest person you know, die a little.
"I'm sorry, Sis. I will talk more later," I said as I felt the tightness in my chest. It wasn't just the anger at his treatment of her, but her defense of staying. It was watching the assbag slowly killing my strong, brilliant, big sister by a million papercuts and being powerless to stop it.
"Later, Joey. Love you."
"You too, Sis," I sighed as I hung up.
I walked out onto the terrace of our dorm, sliding into my coat as I went, and sat in the only chair that was obscured from view. I sat there trying to get a handle on how I felt when a hand closed over my shoulder. I looked up behind me to see Minhyuk there and moving around to pull up a chair.
"Everything ok?"
It was all I could do to shake my head.
"Tell me," He prodded.
Sitting there, I tried so hard to hang on to my temper, before yelling, "That fuckin' rat bastard forgot her again!"
He pulled back a little as his eyes got wide. "Wow. Tell me how ya really feel."
I was soo beyond mad that I stood up and punched a wall, bloodying my knuckles on the brickwork. But before I could hit it again, Hoseok, who just happened to be visiting, grabbed my arm.
"Whoa. What is the matter? What did the wall do?"
"The wall didn't DO anything but it was there when I lost my temper."
Suddenly, Kihyun was behind me dragging/pushing me inside, while yelling at HyunWoo for help.
"We need to get your knuckles cleaned up and bandaged before they get infected. What the hell possessed you to coldcock a brick wall, anyway," Kihyun went off, all while glaring at me in between pouring the peroxide over the back of my hand. "You could have broken your hand. And then you may have gotten dropped! God knows they are looking for any fucking reason this year."
"The douche left her high and dry on Christmas, KiKi. Completely fuckin' forgot about her," I growled, in English, from behind HyunWoo, who was holding my arm steady over the sink.
He suddenly stopped pouring as his head snapped up at me. "You're kidding?"
I shook my head, "Wish I was."
His eyes seemed to suddenly burn with anger. Before anyone could stop him, he dropped the peroxide bottle in the sink and took of at a dead run out the door. He didn't bother telling anyone where he was going. Hoseok found him 3 hours later, sound asleep and still sweaty, collapsed by the heavy bag in the weight room.
Kihyun
I was so mad, I didn't even know where I was going until I walked into a heavy bag. Then, for the next hour, I proceeded to beat the hell out of it, stopping intermittently to scream profanity at said bag. As all the rage burned out, I collapsed to my knees. I could feel how hurt she was. But in that moment, a wave of exhaustion washed over me and I let it take me.
I was suddenly in an art gallery. The whole exhibit was eyes. They looked familiar. It dawned on me then, that all these eyes were mine. They had been hand drawn, on parchment with ink, on canvas with paint, and on card in graphite. I walked over to the woman in the crowd and instantly recognized her. There she was. The woman in all of my dreams. Her long, chestnut waves, heavy and thick, fell around her face and over her shoulders, only to continue down her back until they almost touched her ass.
I cupped her cheek and moved in to kiss her when I heard her voice behind me.
"Wow. I forgot how pretty I was at 17."
I jumped back. "17," I yelled before turning around."
My Ghost, with her short buzz-cut with sparkles stood there, looking at the construct of her younger self. She sighed, "Yep. Back before I traded looks for brains," and then shuffled over to a barstool in the corner. "The older I get, the more impatient I get. The more impatient I get, the more cynical I get. Then, the more I wish I was still her," again she sighs as her shoulders slump and she sits with her head in her hands. A soft sob escaped her lips before she continued, "Maybe then, I could just stop. Stop seeing you everywhere. Stop dreaming of your eyes. Stop seeing them in my coffee. Stop feeling them on my back," she sighed as tears tracked down her cheeks. "But the shitty part is; if I stop dreaming of you, they win. The demons win, cause then I will have nothing left. You have always been the one the others were judged against. You were my anchor, my lighthouse; the beacon leading me home. The one person in the world who can handle me when my temper gets the better of me. The only one who can keep me together when I fall apart.,"
Then the pictures changed.
"And there are all my mistakes," She whispered as she walked past me, to a table in the middle of the room. On said table, there were several bottles of alcohol and a sack of smoke. "Yep. ALL of my mistakes, every single one lied and said they were you. So, I found a way to cope,' she said as she turned to walk away.
"Wait," I yelled as I grabbed her arm, sliding my hand down to her wrist.
"Haka, you are everything I could have wished for, did wish for. But, I am no good. I am too broken for an angel like you. Too beat up for a king."
"Too beat up? Too broken? Wolf, you don't understand. I will NEVER give you up. I will NEVER give up on you. Trust me when I tell you this, Baby. I love you. I will ALWAYS fight for you. Even if I am fighting you for you," I said as I pulled her into me. It tore me apart to see the tears in her pretty eyes. Did she know how those eyes had haunted me, tortured me. "Hear this now, Wolf," I said as I cupped her cheek and tipped her face to look at me. "I will find you. I promise you that. Just please, please, don't give up on me. I know it's hard to walk by faith when you are losing hope. But, Mami, please, PLEASE don't give up on me. I know, I have been the worst kind of asshole, making you wait, but I can promise you that I will happily spend my life making up for it," I said as I held her close, the top of her head just under my eyes.
It hit me then, that she fit perfectly in my arms. "And anyway, Baby, you were made for me."
She chuckled, "Nah, Babe, I think you have that a little backwards."
"Semantics," I whispered as I hugged her tight and buried my nose in her hair, filling myself up with her smell. "Never forget that I love you; heart and soul. You light me up in ways no woman ever has. And if you need me to be your lighthouse, your beacon; then I will gladly do just that. But, don't give up on me. Please don't give up on me. I love you, Wolf."
"Love you more, Haka."
I woke up in my own bed with HyunWoo looking at me like I was dying.
"What happened," I growled.
"You had us worried. It took us three hours to find you. Honey thought you were on a plane."
"I wish I was. Now really, what happened? The last thing I remember, other than dreaming of my Queen, was Honey saying something about," I trailed off. It hit me what had happened. He told me that she had been neglected again, and I saw red. "Nevermind. Go get Honey."
He settled himself on the edge of my bed in less than two minutes. "Well, hi there. Have a nice nap?"
"Shut up, cheese weasel," I growled. My eyes were closed, fighting both the migraine and the memories.
"Would a cheese weasel remember to bring you two aspirin and a water? Answer, no. I already talked to Sis. Somehow she got it in her head that you are better off without her. Wanna tell me how that happened."
"No," I groused as I took the aspirin.
"Too bad. Tell me anyway."
I explained the whole thing to him, before letting him see.
"Uhhh. You do realize that there was one very large unfinished portrait, right. It looked like an ungodly mish-mash of styles, more or less. It cleared up by the end. Do you know what that means? Also, do you know who or what she meant by 'demons'?"
I shook my head, and instantly regretted it, "Not sure about the portrait. To be honest, I didn't even see it. But, the demon is her mother and all of her venom and toxicity."
He sighed, "Means she only sees herself clearly through your eyes. Did you know that she knows where you are because you shine this bright light."
"I told her I would always be the beacon guiding her home."
"Dude...Only gonna say this one time. Get my Sister the hell outta there."
I turned the page, only to find the chapter finished. Sitting on my bed, I thought about what she had written. It was nearing midnight, and I thought about pulling out the next chapter.
But before I could, I felt her through whatever our connection is.
She kissed my cheek, softly, and whispered, 'You should be in bed, my love.'
In that instant, I would have given anything to be able to cuddle up with her for a bit. I could almost smell her skin on my pillow. It hurt to know that she was so far away.
A part of me worried that she hadn't taken breaks while writing, I know how she gets. If she is working on something, it has most of her focus. She forgets to eat and get the boys on their homework.
A/N--Edited. Dates are off vs. original work.
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