#drew him laughing bc i couldn't help myself

[banaynay-art]

Finished the disco game so i had to draw some of my favourite Kim moments. This was supposed to be a half hour sketch and then 3.5 hours passed and it was 2 am oh well.

Wip and ID under the cut.

[ID: A horizontal page full of sketches and finished drawings of gay icons Harry du Bois and Kim Kitsuragi. Two drawings are just black and white sketches of Harry and Kim's faces. The rest is brightly coloured. The art style is clean, cute and comic-like.

On the first drawing Kim is taking off Harry's red sun glasses. He says: "No" with 3 "N"s because that what he talks like, the madman. Harry looks confused. He probably liked the shades.

The next drawing is Kim calling out: "A gym teacher? I knew it!!" He looks a bit manic, like the mistery of Harry's fitness weighed heavily on him.

The next drawing is of the two sitting on swings. Harry is wearing the mesh top with the ugly tie and the Frittte raincoat. Also he's wearing high boots. Kim is in his usual outift. While Harry is sitting with his legs spread and his hands gripping the ties of the swing, Kim is resting his right foot on his left knee, gripping his ankle with both hands. He is just too cool to sit like a straight person. He is whisteling while Harry looks at him in amazement. There's a tear in his right eye and he has two plusses above his head, indicating that the whisling is healing him.

The next drawing is Kim hiding his laugh and mocking Harry by quoting him: "‘He smells good!‘" Harry looks at him in confusion, his hands raised, palms up, to show he doesn‘t get it. "Yeah?", he asks. He's wearing a dirty wife beater, a read bow tie and a police coat, by the way. It's a grand combo.

There's another drawing next to this one that can be read as part of the previous one. It is just Kim laughing. That's it. Two plusses are appearing above my head as i'm writing this.

The last drawing is Kim standing with his hands in his jacket pockets. He looks angry. Weirdly he also looks a bit like a teenager from an 80ies anime in this. But that's not important. He says: "I went undercover as a pinball pro." A speach bubble from outside the page asks: "A what?"

There is another page which is the work in progress. It's exactly the same but only the line art. /End ID]

[finniestoncrane]

congrats on 1k Finnie!!! u deserve all the hype!! I’m gonna throw myself in the ring for the event, respectfully requesting number 9

a little bit about me is that I’m 4’10 (pun intended), I have brown eyes, reaaallly long curly brown hair, I wear glasses (the dano riddler kind LMAO), my fashion sense basically Bella Swan from Twilight, I’m questioning my sexuality/bordering on unlabeled so I’m fine with anyone, I’m an INTP 5w6, and a Leo (I don’t know shit about astrology lol.)

my hobbies include:

- acting, which is ironic bc I can’t stand theater kids lmao

- writing, whether it be my cringe ass fanfics, or to my feelings (or lack there of), or to the dreams I have at night, I gotta always have it documented

- watching movies, specifically horror or comedy. If I have any free time, u can GUARANTEE u that I’m going to being at home watching a movie, or at the theater with my friends. If I could legally marry my favorite movie, I would.

personality wise, I come off as very blunt and have a really dry sense of humor to everyone I meet. When I’m in my element, I can’t help but let my wit get the better of me. I am legitimately confident in my capabilities and myself. I can almost always talk my way in or out of situations. I love cracking jokes at any given moment and I always enjoy making anyone laugh, I’ve been told that I have good comedic timing so obviously, I gotta keep going with it. I also curse a lot, like I need a censor bar around my mouth at all times lol. I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or my friends and honestly, I kinda enjoy to. I absolutely value humor and friendship the most, and they are what keep me going. If I could describe myself as 5 fictional characters, I’d be Mickey Milkovich (Shameless), MJ (MCU), Ruth Langmore (Ozark), Louise Belcher (Bob’s Burgers), and Beth Harmon (The Queen’s Gambit). My positive traits are humorous, competitive, straight-forward, creative, and quick-witted

on the flip side, when I’m in a newish setting or a setting where I’m off my game/ not feeling myself, I’m ice cold, rarely speaking to anyone and if I do, it’s venomous. I tend to isolate myself and obsessively throw myself into whatever it is I need to do and just be done with it. I try to maintain a high level of professionalism and confidence and hold myself to a high standard, becoming wildly competitive and forcing myself to be better than everyone, basically faking it till I make it (and it always works). I tend to hide and bottle up my emotions, and I’m scared of/ hate being emotionally vulnerable. My negative traits are obsessive, indecisive, aggressive, sadistic, and emotionally detached

…and I just realized I went on for waaay too long lmao sorry. congrats again on 1k!!!

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: thank you!! it's funny, with this one i thought of several rogues and then suddenly it came to me in a moment of sheer inspiration and i was like "oh shit yeah that's the one" 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

i swear to you the height thing is a coincidence but i think a short couple are strong vibes. and he's a mama's boy, so the fact that your hair is long and curly like hers would probably be one of the first things that drew him in

we know he feels about glasses wearers, so... yeah

(side note: i feel you on the theatre kids one, i studied theatre at university and it made me realise i couldn't be a playwrite, because i cannot cope with actors)

ok so oswald has an absolute flair for the dramatics, and don't tell me he wouldn't make an excellent actor. you two could reenact scenes together and write your own plays or movies just for you two!

he strikes me as a diarist, so spending time together writing whatever you're writing while he catches up on his comings and goings in his little unpublished and just for him (for now) autobiography would be one of his favourite wind-down activities at the end of the day

oswald lives his entire life with main character energy and you can't convince me he didn't pick that up from obsessively watching movies about underdogs rising to the top and film noirs. he loves gore and brutality too, so a thriller or a horror would be perfect viewing material for you, and he'd definitely take you to the theatre on a date

ok so, it might be a nightmare putting the two of you together, but it could also potentially be the most fun. both of you are dry, humorous, experts in wit and sarcasm. charming enough to talk your way out of disaster, and into opportunity. together, you'd be a dynamic duo, perfect partners in crime. the confidence you would have separately and together would be insurmountable and intimidating, which oswald would find deeply romantic

little comments and sneaky jokes with the right timing are his forte too, i'm beginning to wonder if you aren't just the same person?

and the aggressive protection of yourself and others? come on, that's just him all over. and he might not swear frequently (although he might have if gotham was more risque) he does yell. a lot. and what extreme screaming match isn't complete without a few good fuck shit cock ass bastards in the mix?

speaking of friends, the loyalty and fierce protection of them would make it easy for him to trust you, which is so important to him. you're obviously a valuable asset in a friendship, and he would treat you as such

it's funny, i always think of oswald (specificalyl in gotham) as louise belcher! very much quick-witted and humorous, which you both are, and he's obviously extremely competitive, with high self-esteem and a belief he can conquer anything. he's not always straight-froward though, but that's something you can bring to the relationship that he can benefit from

he would understand the isolation and the cold attitude also though. it's a good facade to maintain when you're around new people, especially if you find it difficult to trust or open yourself up to them. a safety mechanism almost. it ties in with the holding yourself to a high-standard. he's dead set on being the king of gotham, a position he would gladly share with you if you could assist him in that professional and personable journey, which by the way, faking it till you make it? he's very familiar with it, umbrella boy to mayor after all

i doubt he'd feel the need to hide his emotions around someone like you who was so similar to him and so trustworthy, but he does that around others and wouldn't blame you for a second for trying not to be vulnerable around him, though he'd hope you'd warm up eventually

and please, your negative traits are all ones he holds in high-esteem within himself so get ready to have your ego boosted by him constantly praising you

[i-slept-and-dreamt-about]

I was staying in a housing complex with Nafis and we had a lot of neighbors. One of the neighbors is a young man with long hair who looked exactly like Im Siwan, the korean actor, but his name was Radit.

One morning, I saw a suspicious little girl trying to get into his house through the window, so I rushed to stop her from breaking into the house. I asked the little girl what she was trying to do, and she said she wanted to come inside because there was a party. As confused as I was (bcs it was very quiet and there were no signs of party at all), so I drew a conclusion that the girl was lying and that she was actually trying to steal something, otherwise, why couldn't have she just knocked the door?

The girl was so bratty that we had a tough argument and a little violence was involved; she pulled my hair, so in defense, I pulled her hair back and she dramatically cried.

Radit came out and saw the unfortunate event and asked both of us to leave his house because he was trying to read a book and he hated noises, and so we left.

On the very same day, at night, I met Radit on my way to work (I don't know what my job was and why I had to work at night). I didn't want any misunderstanding, so I tried to explain what actually happened. He said "I've always thought you were a kind girl until what I saw this morning." and I was pissed because I was just trying to help him???? I asked him "What do you think of me now?" and he said "You're a mean girl." and I was so upset when he said that, so I told him again "I'm a mean girl because I stopped you from getting robbed by that little psycho kid?" and then he asked again "but why did you have to pull her hair?" so I told him "because she pulled my hair first."

but then he said "You shouldn't have done that, you should've waited for me to rescue you."

and then I felt so flustered & jittery, I couldn't stop smiling like an idiot until I got to my workplace.

Still not sure what my job was, but I was sitting in a place that looked like a classroom. Not sure of what actually happened, but I looked up at the ceiling and there was a huge hole in it & suddenly a waterfall fell through it and it splashed all over my body, drenching my dress. People started laughing and stared at me because they could see through my inner clothes, so I got so embarassed. I ran to the door & with my arms covering my upper body. I curled myself in a ball like sonic the hedgehog, not knowing what would happen to me next.

I screamed someone's name and it was "Raka", but Radit showed up instead. I said "Don't look at me, just get me some towel." Radit rushed somewhere and he came back with a towel, but it was super small, it looked like those tukang mie ayam / bakso would bring around. I frantically tried to wrap the small towel around me but it was impossible. Radit rushed somewhere again and this time, he came back with the right-sized towel.

I went home running and crying and when I opened the door, Nafis was having "arisan" with her friends, I cried more and went to the rooftop, still drenched in water.

and suddenly, I saw Radit flying on a unicorn, and he said "My full name is Raditya Raka." and just like that, he disappeared into thin air.

😭😭😭😭😭

It was so absurddddd but ty Radit for making me experience a kdrama scene for a moment. 😌🙏

[itsadamcole]

christmas baby

fem!reader x drew mcintyre

reader goes into labor with drew’s baby, while drew is in the ring fighting for his wwe championship

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: pregnancy, dad!drew (bc why not), fluffy

— day 8 lets gooo. i literally wrote this up yesterday during raw —

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***

Drew’s POV

"The following match scheduled for one fall is for the WWE Championship. Introducing first the challenger, weighing in at 267 pounds, from Dublin, Ireland. Sheamus!" is announced as Sheamus stands across from me in the ring.

The crowd cheers and boos for my former best friend.

After the crowd calms down, Mike Rome says, "And his opponent, weighing in at 265 pounds, from Ayer, Scotland. He is the WWE Champion, Drew McIntyre!"

The crowd cheers for me and I hold up my title.

The referee takes my title and holds it up. I prepare myself for my match as the title is handed off.

The lights come up and the bell rings. Sheamus comes right after me, striking me with his fists. I try pushing him off me.

He starts yelling at me. "Come on, fella!" he shouts. "Hit me. I dare ya!"

So, that's what I do. I deliver the Glasgow Kiss to him and Sheamus stumbles backward, stunned.

I run at him, clotheslining him so he lands on his back in the ring. He lays by the ropes, using them to get up. I run at him but he pulls down the ropes and I go flying over them. I land on the ground outside the ring with a grunt.

Someone runs over to me and says so only I can hear, "Drew, we just got a call from your wife. Y/N just called from an ambulance. She's been in labor for a few hours but her water broke so she had to go to the hospital. She called 9-1-1 since she was alone. She waited as long as she could but she had to go to the hospital."

My eyes widen and Sheamus is looking over the ropes at me. He knows what this means.

I have to end this match and fast. I need to be there for the birth of my child.

***

Your POV

You scream in pain as another contraction hits. They've been getting closer and closer together over the past few hours. You wanted to wait for Drew to get home before you went to the hospital but your water broke so you had to go to the hospital. You have been progressing quickly. You were at six centimeters when you got here a half-hour ago.

When the due date got closer, Drew gave you the number of a WWE official and a close friend of Drew's. You were supposed to call when you went into labor and if Drew was at the arena. You felt contractions begin to start about two hours ago and waited as long as you could. Once your water broke and you were in the ambulance, you called.

It’s Christmas Eve. At the rate you’re going, you’ll be giving birth on Christmas Day.

As soon as you were settled in a room, you turned on USA Network. It's about forty minutes later and Sheamus is setting up for the Brogue Kick. This match has been really long and you aren't very happy about it. Drew was the main event and he wasn't on TV when you called.

You grip the sheets on the bed as you breathe your way through a contraction.

Sheamus hits the Brogue Kick on Drew and you gasp, eyes still on the TV.

"No," you say. "Drew, no."

You watch as Sheamus goes in for the cover. The referee counts to three and the bell rings.

The contractions get worse and you scream in pain.

Drew lost his title. He was supposed to retain. He purposefully lost his title.

A nurse comes in and checks on you. "How are you doing, honey?" she asks. "Everything okay?"

The nurse checks to see how dilated you are now as you nod and say, "Yeah, everything's okay. Um, I know I said I didn't want drugs but can I pretty please have an epidural?"

Your nurse laughs and says, "Of course. Someone will be in soon so administer it. You're also at about seven centimeters dilated. Can we call someone for you? Family? The father?"

"The father should be on his way any second," you glance up at the TV as Drew gives Sheamus a handshake.

The nurse looks at the TV and asks, "Wait, you're Mrs. Y/N McIntyre, aren't you?"

You nod and say, "Yep, that's me, and that's my husband." You nod at the TV as it goes off the air.

The nurse sits in a chair beside you and says, "My husband and sons love wrestling. They're huge fans of Drew's and I know that they're not happy that Drew lost his title."

You smile and say, "I'm not happy that Drew lost his title. I know he's in a rush to get here and that's why but he didn't have to give up his title."

The nurse laughs softly and says, "Well, I'm sure they'll give him a title run. When he gets here, we'll be sure to get him up here as soon as possible. It's still a few hours before the baby gets here."

An anesthesiologist comes into the room to give you the epidural. The nurse holds your hand as you're given the drugs. The epidural starts to kick in about ten minutes later, and you have several contractions between when the epidural is administered and when it actually kicks in.

It's close to an hour later when Drew shows up. He's wearing a black tank top with grey sweatpants. You can see his tights peeping out from the top of his sweatpants because they're hanging a little low.

"Are you still in your gear?" you ask.

Drew nods and takes your hand. "I had to get here as soon as I could," he says. "How far along 're ya?"

You say, "I'm close to eight centimeters. I still have an hour or two left to go before I give birth."

Drew kisses your hand and says, "I'm sorry I couldn't get here faster. Ya called right before my match and I wasn't given the news until the match started."

A contraction starts and you squeeze Drew's hand. You pant out, "You didn't have to lose your title to get here."

Your husband rests his other hand on top of yours are you breathe your way through the contraction. They've been the closest than they ever have been. They're about three minutes apart and lasting about a minute.

The epidural has helped the pain a little bit but not a lot because it hasn't fully kicked in.

"I wanted to," Drew says as the contraction stops. "We got lucky that Raw was here in Orlando this week. Next week, I'd be traveling to Michigan and right from there I'd be traveling to California. I wouldn’t have made it in time. It’s the one thing I always promised myself.”

You look at Drew and say, “Baby, I would have understood if you couldn’t be here. Your job pays the bills since I said I would be a stay at home parent.”

He leans down and kisses your sweaty forehead. “I promised ya that I’d be here, and I’ve never broken a promise when it comes to ya and our baby,” Drew says.

You smile as another contraction starts. You cry out in pain and hold Drew’s hand.

This continues for almost two hours. The contractions get worse and are closer together. The nurse checks your cervix every fifteen minutes when it dilates to nine centimeters.

You’re taken into a delivery room as soon as you hit ten centimeters.

Drew is given a plastic gown so he can come into the room with you. He stands by your bedside as two nurses get you prepared to give birth.

You’re covered in a thick layer of sweat and your hair is a mess. Hopefully this will all be worth it after all the pain you’ve gone through in the past several hours.

The doctor comes in and says, “Alright, Mrs. McIntyre. When the next contraction comes, I need you to begin pushing.”

You nod as the doctor gets set up. You look up at Drew and he looks down at you. He smiles at you.

A contraction hits and the doctor says, “Alright, push me me, Y/N.”

So you do. You push, and you push.

It’s close to two hours of pushing before the baby comes out.

The sounds of a baby crying makes you sigh with relief that the pain is over and that your baby boy is here.

As the doctor wraps your son in a light blue swaddle, you can see a head full of dark hair. The baby definitely has Drew’s dark hair.

Drew is handed your son and you look up, seeing your sweet boy’s sleeping face. Happy tears begin to fall down your face. You’re definitely still a little emotional.

“Do we have a name?” the doctor asks.

You nod and say, “We wanted to name him Archie John McIntyre.”

Archie was chosen because both you and Drew liked it, and it had some Scottish meaning. John is his middle name because it was your great-grandfather, grandfather, and dad’s middle name. You wanted to keep the tradition.

Drew rocks little Archie back and forth and you let your son hold your finger.

“So,” Drew says, looking at you. “When are we trying again for another one?”

You glare up at your husband and say, “Not for a while. I cannot handle this pain again, Drew. At least getting hit with a chair won’t feel as bad since I literally pushed a baby out of me today.”

Your husband laughs and presses a kiss to your head. “I love ya, Y/N,” he says. “And I love this little life ya have birth to.”

Archie begins to fuss in Drew’s arms and you giggle, “Someone’s hungry. Give him to me.” You hold your arms out for Archie.

Drew hands Archie over to you and you breastfeed him.

A few hours later, you’re discharged. When you get home, you take a picture of Archie holding yours and Drew’s fingers.

Drew posts on his social media saying, “A future WWE champ was born today. He’s definitely coming for that title.”

You post on your socials saying, “What a Christmas present that we were given today. Baby Archie was born early this morning, on Christmas Day. We love you, Archie. Thank you for making us parents on Christmas.”

That night, Drew sleeps with his arms wrapped around your waist and you sleep facing the crib in your bedroom. You watch your son sleep.

A smile forms across your lips as you realize that this is your life now. You have a husband who loves you and a baby who is loved by both of you.

[rogue-barnes-16]

SHE'S DIFFERENT

Request: Sis I’m gonna request a Ben! Roger Taylor imagine were mans is dating a younger girl like 19 and just fluff and somewhat steamy, you can go from there bc I just need that

Pairing: Ben!Roger Taylor x young!Reader

Genre: fluff

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Requested by: @langdonzvoid

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Warnings: drunk!Roger, language, some angst, makeout session

A/N: I did it but I have to warn you that there's some angst because I live for the angst and I can't help myself (sorry). Also, to whoever prefers the original Roger Taylor, I guess it'll work too even it the Gif is from Ben Hardy's Roger Taylor. Enjoy <3.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

The boy I had sent to look for Roger came out of the building, the blond drummer walking behind him. "hey there, beautiful"

I smiled at Roger and waited for the boy to get back inside before walking towards my boyfriend. "Hi, Blondie." he stared at me with a big grin on his face. "why did you call me?"

"I wanted to see you" he replied, discreetly tangling his fingers with mine. "I missed that pretty face of yours" he leaned on to kiss me, just to be stopped by me. "what?"

"Rog" I gave him a warning glare, pushing his chest lighty. "what are you playing at?"

"nothing" he muttered, leaning again, this time with one of his hands holding my hip. And again, I stopped him.

"Roger."

"what? I just want to kiss my girl" I raised my eyebrows. He groaned, rolling his eyes. "I want them to know, okay?" I couldn't help but snort. "why are you laughing? Y/n" he pulled me closer by my hips. "Y/n, don't laugh. I mean it."

"No you don't" he clenched his jaw and my laugh faded. "Okay baby, you mean it. But why now?"

"I don't know" he mumbled. "just- please, Y/n. I want them to know you."

It was my first month working as a waitress, and since I was doing well, the manager asked me to attend the bar that night.

At one in the morning, seeing no patrons had entered, I dismissed the two waiters that were working with me. I was getting ready to call it a night when the gates of the pub abruptly opened, letting Roger Taylor in.

"GOOD MORNING!" he yelled dramatically loudly.

"It's still night, Rog!" Freddie fucking Mercury entered behind him, along with their other band mates. "isn't it, my darling?" he asked.

I stayed still, not knowing what to say, while the pub was filled with the accompanying the band.

At four in the morning they were all blackout drunk and making a mess. When John Deacon threatened to fall off the table he was standing on, I knew it was time to call the manager.

Right before grabbing the phone, I saw Roger stumbling into our locker room. "shit. Hey!" I ran to stop him, but when I entered, he was already throwing up all over the floor.

He stared confused at the mess he had made, struggling to stand up "Thought it was the toilets." I ran towards him when I saw he lost the balance. "shhhit... I'm so fucked up. Sorry"

"I'll take you to the actual toilets" I informed him, passing one of his arms over my shoulders.

"I'm going to be sick" he managed to warn me. I quickly made him kneel in front of the toilet, holding back his hair with one hand while I put the other against his forehead to steady him while he was throwing up. He then looked at me up and down, shamelessly checking me out. "have someone told you how gorgeous you are?"

I raised my eyebrows "are you sure you wanna hit on me right now?" He opened his mouth to speak, but I made lean down when I noticed he was going to puke once more.

"wanna come home with me, beautiful?" he asked looking over his shoulder, the ghost of a smirk showing up on his pretty face.

"not tonight" I replied.

"why not?" he whined, pouting at me.

"well, you're wasted" I stated, letting his head rest over one of his arms while I reached for a piece of toilet paper to clean his mouth. "I would be taking advantage of you."

"really?" I nodded and he opened his eyes widely. "and you care?" I nodded again and he frowned at my words, visibly confused.

I sighed and got up. "I have to phone my boss. Your friends and you are making one hell of a mess"

Before I left, he managed to hold my wrist and lazily pulled me to him. "what's your name?"

"Y/n" I replied.

"wanna go out with me, Y/n?"

I couldn't hold back a snort. "now?"

"yes?"

"No!" I replied, biting back a laugh.

He knitted his eyebrows, sitting up against the wall. "do you have a pen?" I nodded. "can you write down your address on my arm, please?"

"why?" I asked, even though I was already grabbing the pen.

"I'll have to pick you up tomorrow"

"why would you?" I questioned, moving closer to write down my address.

"because we're not going out now" a smug smirk made its way to his lips, and I couldn't hold back the grin forming on mines.

"Darling" I called him, taking my time to trace in black ink the letters and numbers of my address. "tomorrow you're going to have a terrible hungover"

I didn't expect him to remember, but the next morning he was there, leaning against the door frame with a mischievous grin on his lips and his sunglasses shielding his eyes from the light.

Roger guided me into the studio where his friends were arguing about God knows what.

He cleared his throat. "Guys" when I noticed he was getting anxious I squeezed his hand to offer him some kind of support. "this is Y/n"

They all stared at me confused and I offered them a warm smile. "Hi"

"well look at that" Freddie spoke with a teasing smirk on his face. "he finally remembers the groupies' names."

"she's not a groupie, Fred" Roger half growled at his friend. "She's my girlfriend."

"Your what?" Brian was the next to speak, his eyes going from Roger to me and back to Roger. "how old is she?"

"I'm nineteen" I replied firmly, getting slightly mad at their reactions. "and I'm right here, there's no need to ask Roger, I think I know my age."

Brian raised his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, I'm just shocked. I mean-" he opened his mouth a couple of times but didn't dare to continue the sentence.

"wait... I know her" John finally spoke, frowning at me. "aren't... Aren't you the girl from that pub? We met her a few months ago in a pub, guys." I nodded and he gave me an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for the mess."

"so Roger, darling." we all turned to Freddie, who was talking again. "a few months, huh? Did you cheated on the poor kid already?" I started at him confused, not really understanding the cause of this behavior.

Brian looked at Roger, whose face I couldn't see, and then gave his other friend a warning glare "Freddie-"

"what?" he stared at a Roger while talking, like no one else was there. "She's young and we know how is Rog, right?"

"Freddie, shut up" John warned calmly, staring worried at both me and my boyfriend.

"she's different" Roger growled with his jaw clenched and his knuckles going white due to the strength he was using to close his fist.

"I don't buy this, darling" Freddie took a hesitant step towards us and I realized what was happening. "she might not be a groupie, but she's one of toys." he was drunk.

I didn't realize I had let go of Roger until I saw him stalking towards Freddie with no other intention than punch him.

"Roger wait!"

Brian put himself in the middle, shielding Freddie and managing to somehow hold Roger back.

"say that again Fred" he hissed, trying to walk past his friend. "say that again and I'll throw you off the bloody window."

Apparently, Freddie took it as a challenge, because he stepped closer to Roger and whispered "she's one of your toys"

There was a second of silence before Roger pushed Brian with enough strength to get him out of his way.

John quickly got up to stop him while brian did the same "Roger, stop!" I tugged his arm, making him step back. "he's drunk. Rog." I tugged him again in an attempt to gain his attention, which now was on Freddie. "he's fucking drunk. Calm down."

he finally locked his eyes with mines, something similar to fear dancing on his pupils. Before I could say anything about it, he walked out of the studio.

I sighed when John and Brian gave me apologetic glances and I left to find Roger. It wasn't difficult at all, since he was leaning against one of the walls of the hall, trying to light up a cigarette with shaky hands.

I walked to him and, without saying anything, I grabbed to lighter from his hand and lit up the cigarette between his lips. "he didn't mean it" I whispered, letting him inhale the smoke before grabbing the cigarette and giving it a puff myself. "he's wasted."

"he meant it. He fucking believes it." He groaned. Giving me a quick glance, he took the cigarette away from me. "don't smoke, baby."

I huffed while he gave it a couple of puffs. "why you can but I can't?" I whined, trying to reach the cigarette just for it too be held away from my reach by Roger.

"because I'm fucked up." he replied with a half smile on his face, tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ear. "but you aren't."

We stayed in silence for a moment until he finished the cigarette.

"Y/n?" I looked up at him and prompted him to continue. "do you think what Freddie said it's true?"

"you didn't give me reasons to think like that" I assured him, tugging his jacket for him to lean on me and kiss me. "and I trust you" I whispered against his lips before the kiss turned into something more passionate rather than innocent.

His hands traveled to the small of my back to pull me even closer before going down to my ass "baby I'm no good."

"Oh I'm aware" I stated running my fingers through his hair and giving it a tug that drew a moan from his lips. "seven months it's enough time to realize that." he squeezed my butt before making me jump to wrap my legs around his hips. "Rog" I let out a chuckle when he buried his face on the crook of my neck, giving me light bites. "not here!"

"Okay, beautiful" he gave me a quick kiss before walking to a closed door and kicking it open. "here better?" he asked, closing it behind him.

"I guess" I replied, climbing off him, just to to be backed to the wall, where he attacked my neck and jaw once more while unbuttoning my blouse. "eager, are w-" my teasing words died when his leg got between mines, pressing against my crotch.

"yeah, very much" he growled, taking off his jacket while I was grinding against his thigh. "but, Y/n" I stopped my movements to look at him. "I need you to know I wouldn't-"

"I told you I trust you" I whispered, caressing his cheeks. "Okay?" he nodded, giving me, a quick kiss.

BRIAN'S P. O. V.

"I'm worried" I stated, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. "it's been a while. Why did you have to open your mouth, Freddie?"

"I told you I'm sorry" he groaned, rubbing his temples. "don't be such a bitch, darling."

"they were very upset" I said, getting up to get out.

"Brian, sit down" Deaky spoke, not bothering on looking up from his bass. "they're fucking somewhere in the building." he then looked at my shocked face "Let them be"