#like everything u do bri... it is perfect

[pokefanbri]

Bri's back story

Little back story, my mom's birthday is Halloween btw lol 🎃 She was a very wild child & couldn't be controlled by grama & grampa rip. Who always compared her to her older siblings who were roudy & eventually became roudy herself. Conceived me & twin bro in New Orleans where she had fun & came back pregnant w/us, Grampa passed in 96 & the fam split, she raised 4 kids on her own, did crack & broke under the pressure, got us taken away is the gist.

We were put in foster care when I & my twin bro (13) & 2 younger siblings were all split up into group homes after twin bro called cps & snitched on her, can't forgive her, paint himself as the victim & says I abandoned the family of which was only his opinion nobody else's. Since I reunited with her I'm unforgivable & discarded by him & my aunt by association. But honestly foster care was probably the best thing for us cuz we struggled to eat at home, whereas actually well taken care of my the government. Twin & I got through our HS careers in separate schools w/the same build blueprint so was like a twin school...thank God he would have cramped my style 😎 We got jobs at 16 to save for apt after emancipation. The only issue was visitations, they wouldn't let us see her cuz CPS is ALWAYS AGAINST THE MOTHER... denied her rights to see us but we could see each other. (cuz drugs are involved regardless if from good homes or not, I had a roommate w/a similar situation w/her kids but she was a good mom) My younger bros got adopted out into & nice family, twin bro naturally got adopted by them as well but at 19 cuz he wanted what they had. Right b4 that he crashed at my earned apartment, that I had in high school. They got all their own cars & everything they wanted, big but messy house. However I went a diff route & not knowing it was an option to be adopted, I did everything on my own & humbled myself on the bottom living my own struggle....... while they floated in a pool & had loving parents & went on cruises without me. But none of them know God, it's a shame really how reverse the world seems. But I understand why He made it this way, for my life to be in shambles is with a relationship with Him & it gets easier after every lesson, more interesting too never a dull moment. He's going to weed out the truly faithful from liars in the end. There's no hiding from God, He's gonna do everything in the perfect order according to His plan. Everything I've experienced is all part of the process & I just have to stay patient

Twin Bro always played video games & ignored everything. Loves Harry potter & looks just like him. Smart, won a bike from a Geography B. Loves Britney Spears (I found out that Britney is the female version of his name 🤣 no wonder) was introduced to a lot of games by watching him play Playstation, & GameCube that we shared but never let me play, so I was stuck playing our N64. Fought with mom a lot about her secret addiction. All we had was each other growing up for a while until our siblings came around. We kind of drifted apart but not my choice. He's the only person in the family that thinks I abandoned them when it's literally an obviously reverse, only cuz I was associated mom at all in the past. He wants nothing to do with her so he wants something to do with me as well. I'm always compared to my mom and I hate it.

Middle child always had a knack for making money 💰 starting young ADHD & had wild ideas to get in trouble. Always high, scheming, has multiple businesses going but seems to always be broke & asking for money, & has 4 kids. Usually only concerned about how he can use u to his advantage & how much he can make off of u. However he may be Fked up the most & may need an exorcism due to antichrist & blasphemous behavior.

Youngest grew up right cuz he was too young & is very very funny, actually cares about me but doesn't know me very well unfortunately.

I've always been quiet ordered around to do the chores and clean the house like Cinderella. Wake everyone up, get the little ones ready for school as well as myself. Babysat my brother's constantly, was mothering them from a young age making sure they didn't get into trouble, while my twin brother played video games the whole time & mom got high. She did the best she could with 4 kids I guess, but gave up, clouded judgement by the drugs. We were quite a few years away from coming back home to Tucson from Iowa & well that's a whole other story back east. I believe when my Youngest brother's abusive dad was in jail it was a chance for us to leave & come home. Actually glad he didnt know his dad, the worst kind of paranoid schizophrenia, not the kind I am...the untreated scary psycho kind with hitting involved 😰 u dont wanna know. So years go by & after staying with my mom's friend & her kids for a while, we got our own place. & Years after 9/11, in 2004 we were taken by cps. I was still ordered to clean every day til I got my own apartment & had no choice but to clean, now I'm ocd to a point lol. Eventually mom went to rehab & everything we own was thrown into the garbage. Me being sneaky, went back to our apt after school during my time at the group home when I wasn't supposed to & stuffed my backpack with my CDs, book collections of rare Pokémon & 95% girly Yugioh cards of which I Eventually gave away which was so stupid of me 😫😓 Took a while to collect em all. The yugioh cards may still be at my church's youth group building where the African intergeated church now resides...wonder if they're still there like in the back room.

Anyway mom spoiled twin more than all 4 of us to keep his mouth shut about her drug use after she told him,fought w/her alot whilst being spoiled at the same time while I cleaned & took care of the younger 2. While twin played video games I was screamed at with curse words & told to do everything for her except cook, traumatized the fk outta me. However paid me to play yazzi with her sometimes when she was high lol. Guys & friends going in & out of the place all the time, they didn't scare me...I learned to be very protective & wary. Misspent youth growing up early couldn't really be a kid so I'm sort of a kid still at ❤️ The group home drilled cleaning into me too 🫤 CindaBri over here. These days I'm very sensitive & am prone to crying since I was a kid. I don't do well with conflict, bullying, negativity of any kind I cannot tolerate. I have a huge heart despite how I grew up, I was a pushover & it took me a longtime to develop a backbone. I absolutely hate it when I'm mistreated, feels like I'm a punching bag for family to take it out on. Well hears something, I honestly do not give a flying rat's ass what they think about me or my mother. I am free from their controlling ways and I'm so grateful to God that he gave me the strength to sever ties on my own terms and not theirs instead. I'm allowed to do the same exact thing & cut people out of my life if its better for me & my health then that's what I'll do. Not because of hatred but because it's the right thing to do. As family oriented as I want to be it's just not possible for my family to get along and it's very sad & pathetic. I have to be able to heal from the trauma even more as I had the worst of it. now broken however beautiful 😊 Mostly independent & very strong/resilient 💪 I have Jesus to thank for saving my life more than I can count. Never learned to drive either to this day & always take the bus. I think I'm 10x slower, I work really hard & always burnt out.

Oh yeah here's the kicker, at 19 I started getting auditory & increasingly visual hallucinations ever since...i have a brilliant mind like I'm fkin Matilda after my trauma or some sh*t. I've been having de ja vu or precognitive dreams of my own life since I was a toddler, one of a week span smashed into 1 dream which was my strongest one while I wad a teenager. Lately I don't remember much of my dreams since late 2023 😓 my gifts keep growing though & I swear I hear passed on or alive family, friends, & even celebrities, & my calico cat of 15 yrs. Whatever it is I believe it's God given, but I don't know how to control it yet. Hallucinating i don't think so, cuz its contant noise for 16 years. Though I know demons can mimic too, they were doing it at the start making me lose my mind, so idk if I've been followed since or what. I use logic in everything, very self aware, I know I'm not crazy. Just cuz others don't experience what I am don't mean it's not real, it is to me. And I don't wanna suppress it either I want to develop whatever it is but for now I have to figure it out on my own. I'm usually very private about what I go through nobody knows this side of me, nor do they understand & just pass it off as (I'm crazy for having voices in my head, so the solution is to fill her with medication, watch her drool on her food & wander around aimlessly in a psych ward for 2 weeks. Later hospital visits were due to suicide attempts but swallowing a bottle of pills never worked. Well luckily who was to greet me at the start of this weird journey than the Queen herself, Mother Mary. She was there to ease my mind it's where I was supposed to be, when I 1st visited the hospital. See I dreamt of her weeks prior, the same scene...her portrait behind the desk where u sit to give blood for testing at the hospital here in Tucson...still there today. Blood is very significant to the story too.

I have an amazing longterm memory I do remember my own birth (that's a good story too) My mind has a lot of knowledge to use but may be overloaded now as I've recently been having issues...Its why I write to get things down & vent. I've hit my head too much & 2 hits have me concerned so I'm trying to get it checked as well as everything else...but refferals for tests are a B** to get. However I should just set a day to spend a whole day at the hospital cuz I know it'll be forever in the waiting room.

I was diagnosed with "paranoid schizophrenia" w/ depression & anxiety, ptsd or conflict sensitive. A lot of fam has mental issues it seems. Think I'm the only one diagnosed with mental illness but the eldest 2 boys should definitely get tested out for it too if they haven't seen a doctor already. There's alot of resentment from my family toward my mother cuz of her behavior in the past. As a God fearing woman I know better & choose to Honor my mom the best of my ability even if our relationship is strained, I know it's not her fault & it's the devil's work. She like my siblings are equally messed up by how our parents raised us, it's an viscous cycle of torture that needs to end, there's no love coming from most family & it makes me sick, family is supposed to stick together but we were left in the dust cuz they don't wanna deal with her. I believe the evil one has a grasp on people in many different ways, whether it be mental illness or hatred he causes havoc in everything he can, has a grasp on the people of earth. But the Father controls the universe, our story is prewritten & is a domino effect. My deja vu I've theorized it's like a time lapse of some kind, parallel universes...I have seen my reflection move without me, hope to God I haven't lived it already over & over that would be hell to me 🫤 Although never a dull moment that's for sure, oh if I could do it all over again ..... idk if I'd want to lol.

Fighting me on stuff & won't listen, u have to have the patience of a saint. Doesn't like being proven wrong, very stubborn, mixed w/bipolar..gets angry. She keeps comparing me to my grandma. Think she's more mentally fked up than I am from her past too but I'm no psychologist. Luckily I raised myself to be better than that in this gen, self aware, I use logic & understanding but do stupid sh*t sometimes lol especially when in love...I wanna break the cycle cuz it's a complete sh*t show. I don't want to be held back & torn down by family again & again just seems like even she doesn't care about me either sometimes, & I'm right back to being a little girl & being screamed or cursed at constantly. How do u heal in that either, theres nowhere else to go..wonder why didnt I want to come back from Vegas. I'd rather be where the action & adventure is lol. Nobody gets me or nobody understands what I've been through and I really want to tell my story because I am always attacked by family and sometimes friends for being too much of this, or too much of that, always shut down or put down. I understand people's opinion but I don't really take opinions as fact, I take facts as facts and what I go through in my mind is facts I don't need someone to tell me that I'm crazy or "off my meds" when I do take meds everyday, because it's an insult to my intelligence. Ignorance is bliss I suppose.

And today I came to a starting discovery.

Seems I may need to check my mom for Alzheimer's/Dementia, think it's worse than I thought. She keeps having fits/episodes of memory loss & blaming me for things, thinks I touched her phone to change it to dark mode today but it's been that way for a month or so already & didn't believe me. Wanna snap her out of it somehow. It's not a gypsy rose situation exactly I actually care I'm just annoyed & trying to get along with her, we do most of the time & we just have eachother when everyone else has seem to be wrapped up in their own lives and more concerned about gossip & lies. She's just mentally ill, like me. And a recovering addict and it's not her fault but nobody's fault but we're still made out to be the bad guys in some way. Idc. I would rather heal and try to heal from my broken past and leave it behind me. God removes people from their life so that you can hear him better, & I'd rather that than straight negativity sent to just hurt me. The devil seems to hate my ass I swear

How to heal from the past when she won't give u room to breathe, thought i was making progress w/her, keeps buying cigs & soda everytime she has stamps or money & when she's out hits me up for money, I just got my 1st check & I'm trying to save, says I can say no but then bitches at me. I honestly don't understand her sometimes. And after the cigs are gone she's crankier which makes things worse. All the cigs she's had over maybe 2 yrs she could've had a car by now & I'm working my butt off for one, & all the food is eaten while I'm gone. Tried clensing the apt but just made her angry, mental illness or demons I can't tell sometimes.

I'm so tired I haven't slept after work yesterday & need it for brain function but I had 3 hrs to sleep b4 church this morning so decided to stay up ..idk how long I've been up actually my eyes hurt, Have 2 hopefully benign tumors in my head & she's stressing me the fk out. Church or sleep, was actually a good day. Was trying to recap to her on what I did today & I just got ready for church this morning, when did I have time to touch her phone? But doesn't listen at all & always threatens to kick me out when she's incapable of being her by herself anymore. And depending on an hour to the next day she fine again & tells me to ignore her. Fking crazy. I already have memory issues wtf happena when we both lose our damn minds. I have the choice between doing laundry to get tf outta here or watch the rewards show & rest my eyes...Bed looks good rn actually 🥱😴

[crybabykiko]

I'm not sure if u take requests but if u do could u write a NSFW alphabet for Issei?¿ ♡

So lemme tell you something- I got this req and the first thing that came out of my mouth was BIIIIIIIIITTTTCCCCHHHHHH

And I proceeded to scream cry and yell about this for idk how long. I put so much thought into this- I literally wrote it in almost one night completely. I have SO much to say about this man. My Issei brainrot is only fueled by my stupid horny Pisces brain- WHICH HE ALSO HAS god bless him. Anyway enough about me this turned my mind into soup and it all fell out of my ears enjoy ur fucking horse cock

NSFW Alphabet- Matsukawa Issei

No thoughts head he. 😌

gn!reader focused, obviously nsfw....

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

Best Service Dom. Best Dom EVER. Anything you want you get, you have to only say the words. Food? Already ordered so it would be there by the time you finished. Cuddles? His arms are wide open and his body is very warm. Sit in a bubble bath and scroll through your favorite online stores? The bath is nice and warm and his credit card is at your disposal. He takes amazing care of you, and will stop at nothing to make you feel secure/safe/happy at all times..

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

Welll…. I… we all know what it is. I’ll explain more later but in addition to that he also has the most amazing arms/abs. He’s very lean, definitely naturally so. Doesn’t need to work out but does so anyway keep toned.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

Likes to cum inside you, but simply so that he can watch it ooze out of your hole. Sometimes he’ll even keep fucking you after he’s finished to see himself push it back in even after it’s out.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

I hate adding this but he has a foot fetish. Not like a hardcore creepy kind of foot fetish- he just likes to suck a toe here and there. But only if they’re freshly pedicured… he’s very picky. He’ll give foot massages all the time tho if you ask him. He just never tells anyone about it because he knows his friends will clown him.

Not ur foot but close enough he would get you one of those little golden name anklets and kiss it every time he lifts your leg over his shoulder. 👀🦋

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

Absolutely. He’s done a lot in his life, and is not short on any stories of past encounters. He is kind of a sex encyclopedia, but he’s very casual about it. If you bri bc up something you wanna try, 11/10 times he’s going to not only have done it, but be able to suggest ways for you to make it better- with several anecdotes.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Doesn’t just like doggy- it is his lifeblood. It’s easier for him to control your movements while also making sure that he can bury himself all the way inside. He can have a vice grip on your hips one moment, his fists full of your hair the next- and if he starts spanking you well… that’s between you two and god.

He does like plain old missionary too, but only bc he can see himself in your tummy.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

It makes him laugh sometimes when you struggle to take him all at once. He thinks it cute that you try, but it’s hilarious how big your head gets sometimes. He has to fuck you dumb and remind you that you can’t do that.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

Trims, but not super short. He does wax his happy trail tho bc it makes him self-conscious.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

Can actually be very romantic if he wants to. He is a Pisces, after all. He does enjoy foreplay and the sensuality of that to get you prepped, and he takes extra care to make sure you’re fully ready. He is going to be hard on you, but understands that he has to take good care of you, and he does

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

Daily. At least once. It keeps the stress away and livens his mood. He does it as soon as he wakes up, and then if he’s having a really hard day or difficulty sleeping, he can do it to ease his nerves.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

Size, obvious because everyone is smaller than him Skdkfkf he’s a giant. He’s 6’2 and his cock is at least 3 feet of that.

Daddy Kink, self explanatory mostly. It’s just so fucking sweet on his ears, his baby cooing for their daddy, trying so hard to work his entire cock into their tiny hole, trying to be so good for him… he loses it every time.

Voyeurism, likes watching you touch yourself. He finds it amusing how you think you can get yourself there without his help. You both know that’s impossible, but it turns him on to see you try.

Praise, again- he loves to make you feel special. And you work so hard fitting all of him inside, he has to tell you how good of a job you’re doing, especially because he’s appreciative of you letting him impale you. He has to let you know.

Mutual Masturbation, Kinda goes with voyeurism. If you’re away from each other, you’re definitely going to have sex via FaceTime- he just wants to see you, and also wants you to see him. To him, it lets you know you’re the only one that can get him there, and that your presence alone- even if he’s not touching you, is more than enough.

Lingerie, Loves nothing more than seeing you all pretty for him. He also just really likes the feeling of lace or silk against his fingertips He can get out of control and rip your sets tho- but don’t worry, death is a very lucrative business- He will buy you several replacements.

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

LOVES car sex. If the mood strikes, he WILL pull over. But really, he’ll take it wherever he can get it.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He’s very eager to please. A little lazy, yes, but at his core he wants to make sure you’re feeling good.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He has done literally everything at least once and the one thing he just can’t get into is piss. One bad experience and a 3 month uti later he’s sworn off it for good.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Not his favorite. He could honestly go with or without it personally, just because there’s so much of him. But he will happily fuck your throat if you want him to, and will go down on you for hours to make sure you’re truly prepped. For someone who’s not a big fan of it, he’s actually AMAZING with his mouth. It’s lazy but in the best way possible.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

Starts off slow so you’re good to go, but will pick up the pace as you stretch out. He does enjoy a few slow deep thrusts in between drilling you into oblivion tho. He never tries to make your guts into a smoothie on purpose, it just kinda happens that way.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

He will never say no to quickie. The amount of fast food bathrooms and abandoned parking lots you’ve seen is astronomical. The amount of times Makki has kicked you out of his apartment for trying something while he goes to the bathroom is even higher.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

He's the classic degen. bf who reaches across the table at the same time as your dad when you go “daddy can you pass the salt?”

So yes, he’s definitely going to tease you under a table at thanksgiving dinner.

He’s really going to have you whenever he wants- even if it comes at the expense of your pride/morals sometimes.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can go on forever if you let him. Will overstim you to hell and back before he even thinks about cumming. Doesn’t even know he’s doing it- he’s so used to fucking you brainless that he doesn’t realize it’s too much. But he is SUPER apologetic about it and will make sure to treat you extra carefully.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

He actually has a few for when he’s feeling lazy. He used to run through fleshlights like they were tictacs but he’s since finally found one that he won’t break.

He got most of them for free because he worked in a sex shop during college- he was very popular.

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Yes. He will 100% rile you up with touches that seem innocent enough in nature, but are a tad bit too low, or linger on for a bit too long.

Will also give you “the look” in public and pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about- he definitely does.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Vocal in bed, especially with praise. Will constantly tell you how good you’re doing or how good you feel. Doesn’t moan a lot, but they slip out from time to time. Instead it’s a lot of deep breaths, groans, and curses.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

If mortuary school hadn’t have worked out, he and Makki were going to start their own porn company. They actually have a very solid business plan. They made a pact to sit on it for now, since Issei is working at the funeral home.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

LMFAOOOOO

Literally a foot long. Longer actually. I’m going to honestly say 13. No I won’t take it back. Perfect thickness too. Honestly it’s like… god really took his time and got it fucking right. Everything about his physique is perfect- it would only make sense his cock is that perfect to match. Color is even all around, the head is bubblegum pink. There’s also one very prominent vein on the underside, and a few tinier trails of veins on the top. The statue of David? Don’t know her. Only know the statue of Issei.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

High sex drive, but he can keep it subdued if he has to. Especially because he knows he’s too much for most people. He's not shy about it though. Is CONSTANTLY horny on main. Not that you mind.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

Service Dom through and through. He won’t sleep until you do, and even if he’s dead tired, he won’t sleep at all if you’re staying awake. He’s going to do everything to take care of you and your needs first. When you do sleep he likes to hold your head to his chest and will press his nose down into your hair so he can fall asleep surrounded by your scent.

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Osomatsu x Reader: Have The Patience To Bake, So That You Get The Perfect Cake (1/?)

* Hey Guys! This is my first Osomatsu-san fic. To celebrate the coming of season 3, I wanted to start practicing my consistency in writing by starting off here, and hopefully Ill grow from here, and then i could do some imagines. Let’s see! Hope you enjoy.**

You don’t really know how you ended up in this situation.

You were currently holding a man on top of you on the side of the street, but he seemed to be passed out as a stream of blood was leaving his nose. The blood staining your shirt wasn’t really bothering but he was really heavy on top of you and considering the situation, you needed to get this man some help!

You decided too quickly grab your phone and call the emergency hotline, and quickly recall all that happened that led you to this predicament in the first place.

- Some Time Earlier -

“I’ll be there in about 20 minuets, Sato-san. We can get some ice cream and discuss scheduling then......Great! See you then! Thank you again!”

*BEEP*

It was a sunny day in Akatsuka, and the streets were busy with people. Several conversations filled the air as the ray of the sun hit your heads. Some cats even made their way into the streets to join the crowd. It was a normal day. Nothing stood out too much in the area. A few fast food joints, small markets, a pachinko parlor here or there. It was something you could get used to living here after just recently moving here. The area was quite cute in its own way.

You continued onward, thinking of the possibilities here as your bakery was doing well with its recent opening. The future was looking bri-

“HOLY SH**, WATCH OUT!”

You body suddenly moved on its own as you ran up to the man wearing a red hoodie. He seemed to notice you screaming at him, his head looking over  his shoulder, but you had already tackled him to the ground with a *Thud*.

“OOF!”

“OucH!”

*SCrEE*

 You heard the car break to a halt,but you couldn’t see what else was happening because the guy’s hair took over your vision.The tackle caused the two of you to roll on the pavement. This ended up with you ultimately ending up with your back on the ground while he seemed to be tensed up as his face was directly into your chest.

“Sir, are you okay!?”

He said nothing but just blankly stared at your chest that he was still pushed up against. You sat yourself up a bit......his face still in your chest.

“...Sir?”

“...boobs.”

“Huh?”

“Boobs.”

You couldn’t help but look dumbfounded at him as he just shamelessly said “boobs” to you twice. TWICE. Without hesitation. Does he have no shame?!

“Too much...Too close...for a virgin-” Next thing you knew, blood started to flow out of his nose, staining your shirt, and then he fell limp in your lap.

“Oh. Oh dear.”

And that’s how you ended up where you were now. Looks like you’ll have to call Sato again. You're gonna be a little late.

*****

Sigh. Well. Today was interesting. Good thing this was on your day or else this would've been a whole lot more stressful. At least the sunset was looking good.

Admiring the sun saying it's  goodbye for today, you strolled outside to explore a little bit. It was gonna take more than a little near death experience and a weird guy to leave your curiosity astray. But....Although you hate to admit it..he was kinda cute.

In a weird way. You did kinda hope he was alright.

Walking along the bridge water stream, you spot a kart-wagon in your vision. A food stand maybe? You could eat.

“Uh...Good Evening?”

“Good Evening! You came to try the world’s best oden!”

“Oden? I never had it before. Is it good?”

“Of course it is, idjit! How can you not try it?! You’re lucky you found the best spot to try it!”

“Well then, I guess I’ll have a seat then!” You don’t know what, but the spirit this dude has in his oden actually makes you wanna try some. You were beyond hungry anyway.

Taking your seat, he makes a small plate. you take a bite as he anticipates your judgement.

“It’s delicious!”

“Of course it is! There was no doubt about it!”

“More Please”

Ha Ha. Flattery won’t get you nowhere.” But apparently it did get you somewhere because he gave you an even bigger plate of oden.

“Thank You!”

“Ehhh? Who are you?”

A new voice made you jump as you weren’t aware of the person sitting next to you on the other side. You could tell by his face that he was clearly drinking. A lot of it too be exact. His face was flushed with a bright red and his eyes were struggling to stay up....wake a minute.

“Hey! It’s you! You're that guy from earlier!”

“Ehhhhhhhhhh?” He sits up a bit to get a better look at you. “EH?! BOOB GIRL!?”

“WHO YOU CALLIN’ BOOB GIRL!? WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT?!” Does this guy have no shame?!

“How was I supposed to know? Why’d you suddenly attack me like that anyway? I know I’m hit and everything but you can’t attack a virgin like that You almost killed me!”

Sir-

“I almost killed you?! YOU ALMOST KILLED YOURSELF! What were you thinking walking into ongoing traffic like that!? That’s why I pushed you!”

“......I did? I think I would’ve remembered if I-.”

“You.Did.” You took down a swing of water before you looked back at his drunken stupor. “Look.What were you doing exactly before you went into traffic?”

“I was a pachinko parlor!” He exclaimed with a big grin.

“Uh-huh,and did you win anything?” He seemed to flinch at the question. He was looking anywhere that wasn't your eyes and rubbed the back of his head.

Bingo.

“Ah. You were so disappointed in all that loss of cash that you didn’t even notice a car coming straight for you.”  

An non-existent arrow hit him in the back of the head, as he put his head down in shame.

‘Ah, so he does have a little bit of shame.’

“I’ll win next time!” He said with a dumb grin on his face, holding up a thumbs up. 'I WAS WRONG! NO SHAME!'

The Cart Owner just stared at the scene in front of him, crossed his arms and sighed.

“Hey, Lady. I wouldn’t really talk to this guy if I were you. Talking with him and knowing his existence can only bring trouble.” The food cart owner stated.

“Huh!? Chibita! That’s so cruel~. I thought we were friends.”

“Who the hell said you were my friend,you damn idjit!?”

“So mean~! You're starting to sound like Totty. Stop being so mean! It’s bad enough I get it from my brothers!”

"Chibita,huh?” Another drink from your cup, you turned back to the drunken man.

“What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He straightened up a little and rubbed his nose, winking at you and pointing to himself. “I’m Matsuno Osomatsu! But you can me Osomatsu, Cute Savior~!”

“Okay, Osomatsu. I’m (L/n) (Y/n), but for you, You can just call me (Y/n).” You decided to playfully flirt back, winking at him in the process. He stared at you blankly again, then his face started turning red, with more blood pulling out of his nose.

“ACK!Another surprise attack! Now you're definitely trying to kill me!”

“What the hell!?” You quickly grabbed his nose and plunged them. “ Tip your head forward and breath from the mouth.” He did what you told him. “Gently now.”

a few seconds later, his nose stopped bleeding.

“There, all better. Now......How did that happen!?”

“It’s your fault! Doing something like that a virgin NEET is a low blow. I might explode,Y’know!?”

“First Off, that shouldn't be possible.Secondly, I know no man that openly states he’s a virgin and a NEET so casually.So shameless yet so brave.”

“So Brave that you wanna date me!”

“No.”

Whaaaaat? Man, the world is so unfair. Even a NEETr like me needs love too. Someone cute needs to take my virginity.....Akatsuka-sensei here my.....prayers.....zzzzzzz..” Osomatsu face plants onto the table, loud snoring.

“He fell asleep?!”

“Tch. Lousy NEET always gets himself from paying his tab. I outta stop serving him. “ Chibita obviously knew the guy too well to look at him so nonchalantly. But still, this isn’t something a normal person will get used too. Wait-.

You look around and see that it was already dark. ‘So late, I gotta get ready for tomorrow.’ You stand up and give the money you owed. “Thank you for the meal, I'll be sure to come back again, Chibita-san.” You look over to Osomatsu. “What are you going to do about him?”

“Eh, I’ll just leave him. This isn’t the first time this happened. He’ll survive, he’s like a parasite.”

Even if what he said is true. It still feels...

You walked over to Osomatsu and draped his arm over your shoulder. “Chibita-san, do you know where he lives? I’ll be able to take him home.”

“HUh?! Well,yeah, but are you sure? There’s no real need to bring him home.”

“Don’t worry. I got time. Plus I think it’ll be easier for you. I’ll bring him home.”

****

And here you were,dragging Osomatsu home with the address Chibita gave you. He was pretty heavy over your shoulder. It didn’t help that he was drooling on your shoulder, and was in and out of consciousness. He was awake enough to talk.

“You smell good~~, can I touch your boobs?”

“No.”

“Pretty Please~~. I already had my face in your boobs, what’s a little grab?”

“No.”

“C’mon~~, I wanna! You're so sexy! Your chest is just begging to be grabbed!”

“Osomatsu-san, I am this close to throwing you in the river.” You emphasize by putting your fingers close together.

“You being angry is so hot. It does things to a guy.”

Sigh. You're almost there. Just drop him off and then you can’t finally sleep.

.....

“KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS. STOP POKING M-”

****

The Matsuno household.You made it. The house was pretty out of place with the rest of the building but it was cute.

You gently place Osomatsu on the ground, he was finally knocked out. Which was because of your help. He currently had a knot on the side of his head. This Jerk.

Looking over him, he was pretty peaceful even in the current state he was in. He was sucking his thumb and snoring loudly. Not a care in the world.

“He’s like a child. A man baby.” At least he has a cute face so it wouldn’t make it as bad. Sighing, you decided to grab some loose paper and a pen from your purse. Just in case. You never know. HE may be a bit of a jerk, but he was cute in a weird way.

You put your number inside his hoodie, hopefully he’ll notice. Knocking on the residents’ door, you took your leave for tomorrow. You have a busy day tomorrow.

[brashierc]

Baby Brash

July 13th, his 20th birthday. That night was the reason why you were here today. If that night wouldn’t have happened you wouldn’t have peed on a stick this morning, it wouldn’t have been positive and you wouldn’t be sitting on the bed at your OBGYN’s clinic awaiting for her results. 

You’ve been best friends with Connor since you both were 7. That was 13 years of friendship. 13 years of listening to him go on about photography, 13 years of supporting him and his dreams no one else really supported when he first got started in high school. 

It was also 13 years of being asked how long you two had been in a relationship. 

Girls and boys can be best friends without falling in love. Or well, that’s what you always said to everyone when they asked. You’d been in love with Connor since you were 17, but you knew he’d never feel the same, so you kept that feeling pushed way back into your brain.

Connor was there for you through every boyfriend, just like you were for his girlfriends. The heartbreak and the first time discussions after the fact. 

“Alright,” The Doctor walks in after tapping on the wooden door with her knuckle twice. “So your positive was correct, you are pregnant.” 

You sighed, shoulders sinking. “Really?” 

“Yep, really really pregnant.” She smiles, handing you a few brochures. “Let’s go over your options.” 

You look up with wide eyes, horror running through your veins and emotions. 

“Let’s not, thanks Doc, but I’m already attached to this kid, and if you knew the Dad you would be too.” 

She smiles, nodding but telling you to take the brochures just in case. 

She refers you to one of her colleagues who’s an Obstetrician with her practice and can take you through your pregnancy and birth. 

You take the information she gave you and leave with a small smile and a polite wave goodbye to her front office receptionist. Once you’re back in your car you let the new totally settle in. 

You were having a baby, with Connor, at age 19 and 20. Super cool. 

On Connor’s birthday everything went a little crazy. Shawn threw a rager, wanting to celebrate his newest addition to his team, and his friend who was turning the big 2 0. He flew you out to where they were so you could be there to celebrate and surprise Connor.

Everyone went a little crazy, everyone. 

Brian was so blacked out that he took Alessia back to his room with him, forgot that he invited her in, and called Shawn from the bathroom freaking out that she’d followed him home. (Even though we were all in the same hotel) 

Shawn was the only one that didn’t go hard. Knowing he had shows and other obligations like filming music videos and meeting up with Chance the Rapper. He supervised, and not well, but had a blast watching everyone be stupid and make fools of themselves. 

Connor was a clingy needy drunk, so throughout the night he just became more and more glued to your side. He hadn’t seen you in months, and missed you so much. It all started when he wanted to dance to the slow songs with you, hands on your hips, holding you close. You fell into his embrace, missing being held in such a way, and feeling so safe with Connor. He planted a few kisses to your neck, and one just behind your ear learning very quickly that that was your weak spot. 

After you let out a shaky moan of his name, tucking your fingers into his hair, you were a goner. You both quickly found your way back to his room, falling on the bed nakedly exploring the other between the sheets. 

By morning? You both swore to never speak of it again, pretend like nothing happened, and move on. Everything was normal, it literally was like nothing happened. He still picked on you, you still gave him shit in front of the guys, but you both were still there for the other in ways no one else could be. 

You clicked on his contact; ‘Bri’s lil bitch C David Brash” 

Brian really changed Connor’s name in your phone to the best thing you’d ever seen, you wouldn’t dare change it. 

“Whattup?” He answered on the third ring, and suddenly, you’re emotional. 

“Hey,” You choke out, looking around trying to distract your brain.

“What’s wrong?” His side of the phone shuffles, and becomes marginally quieter.

“Nothing,” You whisper, “What are you doing?”

“I’m talking to you, tell me what’s wrong?” 

“It’s nothing Con.” 

“You’re upset though, I can hear it.” 

“When do you come home again?” 

“I come home next week, I have to meet my counselor and then register for classes. I get into town on Monday, and I leave Friday.” 

You nod, knowing full well he can’t see you. “Can we meet on Monday?”

You need to tell him, and you won’t keep this a secret from him longer than you have too.

“Um yeah, I fly in at like 8, wanna meet for coffee and breakfast or something?” 

“Yeah perfect.” 

“Okay…..? Ready to tell me what’s wrong yet?” He asks.

You sigh, “I should let you go, you’re probably busy.” 

“No, hey,” He protests. “I wanna talk, I miss you.” 

You smile, insides running warm when you hear his voice say those words. “I miss you too Baby Brash.” 

You can hear him sigh and you can practically see him rolling his eyes. “So you watched the newest video?” 

“Of course I did, got your post notifications on.” 

“No you don’t.”

“No you’re right, I don’t, I have Shawn’s on.” 

At this he laughs, like a snort and everything and it makes you feel good, to be able to get him to laugh like that again, to hear that laugh. 

“Brashier, we gotta go!” Brian yells at him in the background.

“You’re literally standing behind me, why you gotta yell?” 

“Because I felt like pissing you off.” Brian snickers. “Who you on the phone with? Gots a girlyfriend?” Something must happen on Connor’s side of the phone because suddenly all you can hear is boys yelling. 

“Connor that’s the fourth girl you’ve been on the phone with today!” 

“There is no hot sex going on over here!”

“PASS THE WEED MAN!” 

“Shut the fuck up!” Connor’s voice is back, “Jesus it’s just Y/n, could you…?” 

“But we wanna say hi!” Shawn and Brian whine. 

You giggle and blush a little at the attention. 

Connor shuffles the phone, and then you can barely hear him, he’s really muffled but you make it out. “She’s upset about something, so could you fucking leave for a minute. I was getting her to talk and then you fuckers walked in.” A few seconds later and he’s back crystal clear. “Okay they left, you still there Honey?” 

“You didn’t need to kick them out.” 

“But I wanna talk to you.” 

“They just wanted to say hi.” 

“But you’re my best friend.” He whines, “They’d steal all your attention.” 

“You need to go, I’ll see you next week okay?” 

“Okay, love you kid.” He says softly.

“Love you too Brash.” 

**

He walks in, looking all nerdy cute, face down into his phone. 

iMessage from Bri’s lil bitch C David Brash: Im here where u is

“If you ever looked up from your phone you’d know I’m here too Bitch.” You say from your table, laughing when he jumps and looks over at you. 

“You scared the shit out of me.” He laughs, smiling really wide when you stand and give him a big hug. “Fuck I missed you Kid.” He sighs into your neck, letting your scent relax his stressed out mind.

“Missed you too.” 

 He takes the seat across from you, thanking you for the coffee you already had ordered and sat in front of his seat on the table. He takes a sip as you take a deep breath and shut your eyes to give yourself that last push of encouragement. 

“Connor?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m pregnant.” You blurt. 

It’s then that you realize your eyes are still closed, opening them one at a time to see his reaction. It’s comical almost, the sight of him, jaw dropped, eyes bugging, body frozen. 

You give it a moment, a second to really settle into his brain, you needed to do the same when you found out. Hell, you’re still doing that. 

He clears his throat, shakes his head a bit, but his eyes continue to flare out at you. 

“Excuse me?” He croaks. 

“I’m pregnant,” You nod, watching him nod with you. “And it’s yours.” 

He hums, and continues to stare at you. You take a sip of your decaf coffee, wincing at the weird taste. 

“Fuck man, I don’t know if I can handle 9 months of decaf, that shit is gross as hell.” 

This seems to snap Connor out of whatever daze he was in. 

“You’re being real right now?” He looks around, “Is Brian here filming me? Is this a prank or something? You got me, you got my reaction, turn it off now.” 

You sigh, worried he would think something like that. You just sit there, staring at him.

“You’re being real?!?” He says with persistence in his voice, leaning closer to you. 

“That night we swore to never speak of again? Well, we’ll be talking for at least the next 18 years.” You shrug.

He’s still in shock, just staring at you with a glazed over glance. You just nod and smile a little at him, trying to coax him through his shock.

“I-” He gapes, “Um, we...I...condom!” 

You giggle, shaking your head at him while rolling your eyes. “Really? That’s what you’re gonna do? Blurt ‘condom’ out like it’ll fix everything?” 

“But I used one!” He’s becoming defensive. Snapping at you in ways he’s done in the past when he’s stressed to the brim and can’t control his emotions. You can count the amount of times snapped at you on one hand. 

“They’re only 98% effective, if that, Connor. Or maybe it broke or something. It happened, and I’m pregnant.” 

“No! We can’t, a baby?” 

You take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself that he’s just in shock and that he’s gonna be happy about this, someday. He doesn’t mean the way he’s reacting right now. 

“How are you calm right now?” He asks in shrill. 

“I don’t know Connor, life happens. It’s not perfect but we’ll figure it out.” You shrug, raising your voice a little to match his level.

“Fucking shit,” He tugs at his hair, face grimancing as he groans. 

You sigh, grabbing your purse, collecting your phone and coffee and stand to leave. His head whips up when you stand, and he watches as you straighten out your shorts before starting to walk away.

“No, don’t go.” He pleads.

“Talk to me when this settles Connor. I can’t be here to watch you freak out. My hormones are all sorts of fucked up right now and I’m trying to stay positive about this whole thing but your reaction isn’t helping.” 

He gets up and follows you out of the coffee shop, racing to meet you at your car before you can leave. 

“Wait, talk to me, please.” He blocks your door so you can’t close it. 

You look up, tears in your eyes that tear his heart apart. “We really did turn into Ross and Rachel huh? Just like everyone said throughout high school. Except we won’t end up together, we’ll always be the Ross and Rachel before they got together.” 

He shakes his head, “I’m your lobster.”

**

Connor sits on your couch three days later. This was the first chance he’d been able to actually come over, any other conversations have been over the phone or text message since your meeting at the coffee shop. 

It’s kind of awkward, the both of you sitting in silence as you try to not bring up the elephant in the room. 

“I’m sorry,” You clear your throat, wincing as you lean forward and start this conversation. “I’m sorry that I up and left you on Monday. That wasn’t cool. I dropped a big ass bomb on you, something we would have never expected in a million years, and then just got up and left you alone. My hormones are whacked out right now but that’s not an excuse. So I’m sorry for being a shitty friend and making you go through that shock alone.” 

“Hey,” He shakes his head, turning towards you on the couch, scooting closer. “Don’t be sorry. I was kind of being a jackass. I shouldn’t have flipped out like that.” 

You sigh, smiling up at him. “I missed you, a lot.” 

His hand falls on top of yours, fingers intertwining. “I missed you so much, you have no idea.” He sighs, letting his eyes rake over you for a moment, imagining what you’ll look like with a baby bump. “How the hell am I supposed to leave for tour?” 

“Just go, I’m not due until May. You’ll be back in December, that’s plenty of time.” 

“You’re pregnant, I want to be here for appointments, picking out and setting up the crib, cravings, all of it!” 

You smile, reaching over and caressing his cheek. “Then talk to Shawn, sit down with Cez, explain it to Brian because he’ll lose his shit if you leave him without a solid reason behind it. We’ll figure it out, and make do.” You shrug.

He nods, leaning into your hand a little. “You always make everything better.” 

“That’s because I know you Connor David,” You tap his cheek twice, “I know how to handle you.” 

He grins, rolling his eyes before flopping back into the corner of your couch he’s claimed as his. “Have you told your mom yet?” He asks, throwing your fluffy white and black throw blanket over his lap. 

“No,” You sigh, kicking your feet up and relax across from him on your sectional. He smirks as you take a breath, reaching over and grabbing your feet to give you a foot massage. “What are you doing?” 

“Gotta get used to pampering you, might as well get a head start.” He murmurs. “Are you scared to tell your mom?”  

“I mean not really. It’s not the ideal situation I was hoping for when I thought about having kids. But like, I can’t complain. I’m honored to have your kid Con, I think I got lucky when it comes to the baby daddy part of this.” 

He tilts his head, looking over at you with a blush on his cheeks. 

“I guess you could say I got pretty lucky with the baby mama part.” He mutters, watching you from under his lashes, grinning when you roll your eyes and throw your head back to hide the apparent blush forming across your cheeks.

**

Your guest bedroom that once used to be your small library and office area has now been bombarded with camera gear, a full sized bed covered in basic grey sheets and a black comforter.

Connor spoke with Shawn and Cez the first chance he had when he got back to tour. He explained the situation, as awkward and unexpected it is, and expressed his need to be home more for you and his unborn child.

Both were very understanding to him and his needs, granting him a week off a month ensuring that he’d still be able to get enough footage but also time at home. It also gave Shawn and the crew a moment of peace and not having to worry about cameras so much, not that Connor is like the crazy paps. 

But now that Connor will be home once a month it made sense that he move into your spare room instead of having to stay with his parents or pay for a place he really wouldn’t see all that often. It was the perfect set up, to be there and help you when you need it. 

You two were still adjusting to living together, or with another human (of the different sex). 

You walked into the apartment from class, stopping short when the first thing you saw in your kitchen was Connor, in only his black Calvins.

“Bro,” You shield your eyes setting your backpack on your bar stool, “Can you wear pants?” 

Connor looks over at the sound of your voice, a slice of cheese between his fingers, munching on a bite. He looks down, and then back up to you holding a hand over your eyes. 

“I’m in boxers, I’m not naked.” 

“No one wants to see your dick though,” You shake your head, grinning as you say, “Been there, done that.” 

He chuckles, leaning closer to you and peeling your hands away from your eyes so you can see his smug smile. “You weren’t complaining then.” 

Your jaw drops and you blush as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Well,” You stutter, “I mean,” He smiles, getting the best reaction out of you. “Shut up, go put clothes on!” You smack his arm shooing him to his room. 

**

You both were getting really good and creative with ways to hiding your pregnancy. The only people who knew were the team, and family. Not even friends from your high school knew.

The issue with hiding this was the fact that Connor was gaining a lot of attention from Shawn’s fans. You didn’t blame them, no matter what brought them to become a fan of his, it at least brought more attention to his work and was getting him that much more popular. This just meant that you had to take hiding your pregnancy to a whole new level.

For a while you were able to just wear some big sweatshirts to cover the smallest bump you had. When sweatshirts weren’t able to work so much you then resorted to really flowy shirts and a big purse you could always swing in front of your belly. 

There was even one time that Connor and the whole crew were in town. They had invited you to lunch since no one had seen you since Connor told everyone. But at the end of lunch the manager came to tell the group that the paparazzi had followed Shawn and his own lunch date. 

You were panicked while everyone just rolled their eyes and grumbled about how someone had probably called them so pictures of Shawn and his date could be taken. You looked to Connor and gulped as he laughed with Brian about a meme he was showing him. 

“Y/n, you okay?” Shawn asked from across the table.

He was always so kind, and it boggled your mind how he could always see everyone, even when there were thousands in front of him, he could see everyone and notice every mood change.

Connor looked over after Shawn’s question and noticed your worried expression.

“Um, I’m,” You looked down at your shirt that very clearly showed off your small baby bump. “We haven’t told-”

“Oh shit,” Connor mumbled now noticing what you were referring too. “Fuck they’re gonna get pictures of us.” He looked to Shawn.

“I totally forgot,” Shawn rubs his forehead. “I’m so sorry you guys.” 

“Do you have anything to like hide behind?” Brian asked.

“No, I didn’t bring a jacket because it’s so nice out.” You shake your head. 

“Actually,” Connor cringes, looking at Josiah. “Do you still have your pocket reflector?” 

Josiah nods, handing it to Connor. 

“We’ll head out first, and then you guys go with Brian and maybe they’ll won’t pay you much attention. We’ll take a walk down the block or something.” Shawn stands, giving you an apologetic smile before walking out with his date.

You look to Connor and Brian as Connor is unfolding the reflector that creates a decent sized circle. You just laugh out loud when he offers it to you. 

“What?” He asks.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” You laugh taking it from him. “It definitely doesn’t look like I’m hiding anything.” You’re sarcastic tone makes the boys chuckle. 

“Here,” Brian hands Connor an old disposable camera. “Pretend like you’re taking my picture as we walk to the car so it looks like she’s actually using it.” 

You just laugh harder and so do the boys at this elaborate plan to cover your pregnant belly. 

** 

At 5 months your little one is now starting to move. You’re really uncomfortable at the moment, in the stages of dealing with pregnancy and the symptoms. 

Tonight is no different, if anything, it’s worse. Baby Brash (literally) has the hiccups and it’s causing your belly to move every 30 seconds or so. So sleeping at the moment isn’t a reality. Finding a comfortable spot to fall asleep isn’t a reality either.

iMessage from Papa 👶: Stop moving, I can hear your bed springs, lord help our child when you get laid.

You rolled your eyes at Connor’s message. He changed his name in your phone when he finally saw what you had him under. He even changed your name in his phone to ‘Mama 👶’ with the baby emoji. 

iMessage to Papa👶 : Tell your child to stop moving so much then

You watched as he read the message, but frowned a little when he didn’t start responding. You jumped when your bedroom door creaked open, revealing Connor in a worn white t shirt and plaid pajama pants. 

“Hey you,” He crawls into your bed, shuffling under your covers with you. “Hey Kid,” He smiles, leaning down to plant a small kiss to your belly. “Stop moving in there so Mama can go to sleep. She’s keeping me up because you’re keeping her up.”

You roll your eyes again, glaring at him. “Really?”

“You told me to tell the kid.” He shrugs. 

His hands have found their way to your belly, rubbing soothing circles in hopes of calming his baby down and lulling you to sleep. 

You sigh and let your eyes flutter close.

“What hurts tonight?” He whispers.

“My hips and back.” 

“Roll to your side for me.” 

You do as told, and moan a little when he starts massaging at your tender hips. Your lower back is so tired and your hips are sore. 

He keeps rubbing and tracing designs on your skin until your breathing evens out. He rolls away a little to go back to his room before your rolling towards him, and resting your head on his chest.

“Don’t go.” You whine.

**

His whole life flashed before his eyes when he got the call. His whole life. 

That’s the only words running through his mind. 

His whole life.

“What did she say?” Brian as he drove to the airport. 

“She said that she was being transported to the hospital and because she’s pregnant they wanted to take her in for more testing just to double check that everything was okay.” 

“And what happened again?” 

“She was driving home from work, her light went green and she proceeded through the intersection when some dipshit in a fucking truck ran the red and hit the back of her car, sounds like it’s totaled but luckily he just hit her trunk, so she wasn’t hurt to much.” 

“She’s okay though right?” Brian asked again.

“As far as I know, but I’ll keep you updated. Just tell everyone else for me okay?” 

“Of course man. Just go take care of her and that Baby.” 

Connor takes a shaky breath as he looks out the window. 

“Connor,” Brian said, surprising him by using his full name. “You need to breathe.” 

“My whole life was in that car Brian, my whole life was sitting in the driver's seat of that car, and-” 

“You need to breathe Connor.” 

“I’m trying!” He snaps at Brian, “But I’m freaking out! My girl and our baby were in an accident today and I’m not there with them! So please forgive me if I’m a little scared and panicked.” 

“I know you are, you just gotta stay calm. Positive thoughts lead to positive outcomes.” 

“You really need to stop doing that weird fucking yoga thing with Shawn. It’s changing you man.” Connor jokes, trying to lighten his own mood. 

**

By the time Connor’s landed you’re already home and resting. He bursts into the apartment like a bat out of hell, slamming the door and flipping the lock before throwing his bag to the ground and racing to your room.

“Jesus, be a little louder why don’t you.” You comment when he falls into your room.

“Are you okay? What did the doctor say? Is our Bean okay?” He throws himself onto your bed, hands instantly searching for your ever growing bump.

“We’re okay.” You whisper, threading your fingers through his hair to calm him down. “I told you we were fine and that you didn’t need to come home.”

“Right,” He scoffs. “Like I was just gonna stay miles away from you after you’ve been in an accident.” 

“But we’re okay! You’re parents, my parents, our siblings, everyone was there with me. Really we’re okay.” 

“Okay, okay.” He nods, laying down with his head beside your big belly, rubbing and tapping at it, smiling when he feels a few kicks. “My Bean is kicking?” He looks up at you.

“Yeah, has been for a week or so.” 

“Why didn’t you say so?” 

“Well,” You frown, looking away. “To be honest I planned on pretending that the first time Bean kicked when you were home next was the first time so you didn’t feel like you were missing out on anything.” 

Connor smiles at you, shaking his head and leaning up to plant a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for planning to lie to me.” 

You giggle, before shifting to sit up more. You reach for the papers on your bedside table and hand them to Connor.

“What’s this?” He asks, looking down. His face falls, frown dropping his lips eyes looking up at you. “What is this? Why are you handing me this?”

“I think we need to talk about it.” You shrug.

“Not right now.” 

“Connor this is serious, it’s not just us anymore. We’re having a kid, we need to have a Will drawn up.” 

“I understand that, but I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” 

“Connor, in the event that something happens to one of us, we need to know what the other wants.” 

“Stop, stop, stop talkin’ like that!” 

“Connor,” 

“Please,” He tugs at his hair, “Please not right now. I understand we need to know, I get that and we’ll have it drawn up but I don’t want to talk about it right now. All my nightmares came true today.” He looks at you with sad eyes. “I haven’t told you this, but lately I’ve been having a few nightmares that something happens to you and our Bean, and I’m not there to help you or protect you.” He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut. “And that happened to me today. You both were in an accident, and I wasn’t here.” 

“Connor,” You say again.

“I get it!” He snaps. “But I don’t like the thought of losing you okay? I’m fucking in love with you, and I don’t really have you, but I thought I lost you when I got that call. So can we stop talking like this for the day? Please? Please can you give my heart a moment?” 

You stare up at him with wide eyes, your heart rate picking up at his words. 

“You’re what?” You whisper, caressing his cheek.

“Huh?” 

“You’re in love with me?” 

His eyes go wide in panic now that he’s realized what he’s said.

“Are you being serious?”

“Yeah?” He nods.

“Why haven’t you said anything!” You slap his arm.

“I don’t know, you never-”

“I’ve been in love with you since Junior year!” You keep slapping his arm.

“Stop hitting me!” He grabs your hands, interlocking your fingers.

“You never said anything!” “Neither did you!” He responds.

**

Things were different now, you still hadn’t really said officially what you two were now, but it was this weird in between stage of best friend and boyfriend.

He would kiss you sometimes, and always hold your hand, he’d even let a few pet names slip, but when asked by others he still referred to you as his best friend. 

It confused you to no end, because now that something changed he’s moved into your room, claiming that he would just sneak in every night anyway, and now you had room for a nursery. 

“Babe?” He called from the nursery, seated criss cross on the ground, staring up at the ceiling while waiting for your response. “BABE?” 

“What?” You call back, walking down the hall to the laundry room.

“Can you bring me a water?” 

“Really? You can’t get it yourself?” 

“I’m building the crib!” 

“I’m doing your laundry!” You yell back, leaning against the dryer, rolling your eyes at his request.

“Please?” He asks softly. When you don’t respond he resorts to baby talk he knows you can’t resist. “Pweety Pwease? I’ll give you kisses.” 

You groan, waddling down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing him a cucumber mint flow from the fridge, and grabbing yourself a watermelon lime one. You make your way to the nursery, throwing him the water before taking a seat in the new rocking chair Shawn bought you guys.

“How you doing there Pretty Mama?” He smiles looking over at you. 

“I’m tired, and big.” You whine, looking down at your very pregnant belly.

“I think you look really pretty.” He blushes, looking back at the crib.

“You owe me kisses.” You pout.

“Do I?” He looks at you, “What if I was crossing my fingers?” 

You gasp, furrowing your brows and crossing your arms across your chest. “That’s so mean. You’re pregnant best friend just waddled her way to the kitchen and back to bring you your precious water and you won’t give her kisses like you promised?” 

He’s up on his knees crawling towards you. “Girlfriend.” He hums setting his hands on your thighs so he can lean closer.

“What?” 

“You mean my pregnant girlfriend.” He corrects you.

“Do I?” You asked softly, biting your lip as you stare into those blue eyes.

“I sure hope so.” He whispers.

“Is that what I am? Your girlfriend?” 

He pulls back a little, brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean? I thought-”

“Yeah me too but then you told the guy at the baby shop that I was your best friend.” 

He sighs, hanging his head. “It’s so natural, or I don’t know, programmed in my head to introduce you that way. But I thought we turned into something more when we confessed.” 

“Me too, but when you did that it through me off.” 

“Babe,” He smiles, rubbing his hands up your legs, “We live together, we sleep in the same bed, we kiss, we love, we laugh, we fight, we’re pregnant.” He let’s his right hand wander to your belly. “I consider you my girlfriend. I hope you consider me your boyfriend.” 

“I do.” 

“So then why are you pouting?”

“Because I really want kisses.” 

“Oh my goodness.” He laughs, leaning forward to cover your lips with his own. He kisses you deeply, pecking your lips three more times before pulling away. “Better?”

“For now.” 

“Okay.” He laughs, shaking his head before going back to building the crib.

**

“Boyfriend?” You yell from the bedroom when you hear the door open.

“It’s Boyfriend and his friends!” Connor yells back. “Girlfriend?” 

“Yes?”

“Where are you?” 

You quickly finish tying the bow to his gift before making your way to the living room where Shawn and Brian are seated on the couch.

“Hey!” Shawn jumps up, giving you a hug before looking down to your belly. “Can I touch your belly?” 

You laugh a little, “Yeah go ahead, thank you for asking.” 

“Of course, it would be a little rude to just go ahead.” He says touching your belly. 

“Can you tell that to the rest of the world?” 

“Hey Bean!” Shawn says to your belly. “Uncle Shawn got you the coolest thing ever!” He says before running to the couch to show you a small guitar case. 

“Shawn you didn’t.”

“I couldn’t help myself, I was looking for a new one and saw this little thing.” He pops the case open. “I’ll teach Bean how to play and everything!” 

“There you are!” Connor smiles when he enters holding three beers and your favorite flow flavor. He walks up to you, planting a wet smooch to your lips before handing the boys their drinks. 

“I have something for you.” You grin, holding up the little gift wrapped box.

“Oh yeah?” He takes it from you. 

He unties the bow, rips the paper, and opens the box to reveal a small blue Polaroid camera.

“This is so cute,” He says holding it in his hand.

Shawn gasps and Brian stands up in excitement.

“Where’d you get this honey?” 

“It doesn’t matter,” You wave him off, bouncing on your toes in excitement. “What color is it?” 

“Blue?” He asks, looking up at you, and then over to the excited boys next to him that are punching the other in the arm.

“And blue is for what?” You pull it out of him.

“Blue is for….” He stares at you, “Blue is for boy.” His eyes light up. “Blue is for boy?” 

“Blue is for boy!” You squeal.

“Oh my god! Blue is for boy!” He wraps you up in his arms, kissing your neck. “It’s a boy, we’re having a boy!” 

“ITS A BOY!” Shawn and Brian cheer.

**

You groan in pain as you feel another contraction hit. You’ve been in labor for three hours now and your little boy does not want to come see the world.

Connor tries not to wince or complain about his hand he’s sure you’ve severely bruised. He breathes with you through the pain, running a soothing hand over your head and taking your matted hair back away from your forehead.

“There you go Baby.” He whispers, “You’re doing so good.”

“I love you Connor David,” You smile at him, “But I want to fucking kick you in the balls right now.” 

He winces at the thought and shakes his head. “I’m sorry Baby,” He looks away. “I wish I could take your pain away, I wish it were me.” 

“Me too.” You relax when the contraction stops.

“Still holding your hand?” The nurse smiles when she walks in to check on you. “You’re better than most Dad’s, they usually wimp out by now from the pain.” 

“He never lets go, no matter what.” You smile up at Connor.

“You’re my lobster Baby,” He leans down to kiss your lips.

**

//

written by: @shawnm521 

[adamarks]

For the ask game, this passage from the lover walks away in the night- From “I’m a rock; I can’t play anything” to “it’s time to finish Baz.” Thanks!!!💕💕💕

Wow, look at this reasonably sized passage for me to put dvd commentary on. Very sexy of you to not ask me to clog up ppls dashes with an entire fic, Anon.

Read The Lover Walks Away In The Night here on ao3

I’m a rock; I can’t play anything.

As you probs know, bri n I wrote this fic as a back and forth pingpong thing. The whole thing underwent very light editing and was really just a project for the two of us. Our sleep schedules were ass backwards so we’d get to wake up everyday like “what did that lil fucker write. How much r they gonna hurt me.” It was probably one of my favorite fic writing experiences ever.

So, for this line, I think I double checked with them to like. Make sure that was also where they were wanting the story to go. I remember that I wanted this scene to feel like a sort of turning point in both Baz and the audience’s eyes I guess. Bc before this Baz didn’t know that Simon thought of him as a real autonomous being. And it had been implied but not 100% obvious to the audience, I feel, that Simon really just wanted Baz to have freedom and be his own person. Like.... it wasn’t about sex. Even the sex wasnt about sex. It’s “I want you in every way. I want you in any capacity you have to give.”

I stare at the side of his face and toss my book somewhere. I hear it hit something, but I don’t care.

I was really proud of this bit. Made myself giggle.

“Baz,” I say it out loud. Just because I know what he’s thinking doesn’t mean he knows what I’m thinking. “Baz, I—“

It’s about the communication.

What do I say? He is a rock. He’s not just a rock. He—

He’s my sexy rock boyfriend!!! 😫

He—

Y’know while I have u here, I actually had this whole thing planned in my head where The Mage was actually a mob boss and like Simon inherited a shit ton of money from him so he was just this independently wealthy art rat in the 40s fucking a rock. I’m glad this didnt make it in but there u go.

“Next time let’s be birds. We can go wherever we want, then.”

I put this line in specifically to hurt bri. It’s a line for bri. All other casualties of this line are coincidental collateral damage.

I kiss his jaw and turn around so I’m holding him, the best that I can.

I just wanted this bitch face to hold this stupid statue so fucking bad.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him. For everything. For the things I can’t give. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

“For the things I can’t give” and then literally he just needs to give him a kiss lmfaoooo. Nah but fr Simon maybe consider that ur enough as is.

I’d give everything I have so you could go where you want and do what you want. It doesn’t matter if I’m with you or not.

The point, u guys, is genuinely wishing for someone else’s happiness, whether you can share in that happiness or not.

-

It’s time to finish Baz.

I think here actually bri was like “yo we gotta move this along” the day before. So like. We be moving shit along. Also this was the perfect time to keep trucking bc. Even tho he only has that subconscious mental link, he realizes that need for ANY autonomy. Like consent in a story that doesn’t leave room for much consent, like Pygmalion, was very important to me. Like I wanted it to be obvious that even if Simon doubted himself, in the moment he, we, and Baz knew he had permission to be getting up to his antics.

[illfoandillfie]

Lazy Sunday

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Summery: You and Roger have a full day just to yourselves.

Warnings: Fluffy, soft smut!, Implied oral (m receiving)

Words: 5667

A/N: I know I promised the next thing I posted would be some filthy filthy smut but the last couple of weeks were a bit rough and I was having so much trouble writing it I needed to give myself a break with something softer. So have this fluff instead. Hopefully it’s sweet enough to give you toothache!

(him soft)

Taglist: @idontbelievethiss @somekindof-cheese @dtfrogertaylor   @ezmina98  @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon​ @kellypenac​ @labessieisallama

12.40am

You raised your head off your arms, peering over the arm of the chair where you’d been dozing in front of the TV. Roger’s soft footsteps echoed through the hallway, stopping in the doorway. “Hey Rog,” you said sleepily, rubbing your eyes. “What’re you still doing up Lovie? Thought I told you not to wait up for me.” “You did.” You sat up properly, stretching your legs out in front of you as Roger made his way towards the armchair you’d curled up on.   “Y’know how late me and the boys can go when we’re writing. No point waiting for me if I’m not gonna get home till three in the morning.” You looked up at him and grabbed his hand, pulling on it until he sat down on the arm of the chair, “I still want to.” “Well aren’t I lucky.” You hummed, smiling softly as you leaned your head against his stomach, “The luckiest. So how was your day?” “It was really good,” He repositioned himself, kicking his shoes off before bringing his legs up to rest over yours, “Played around with a couple ideas and I think they’re gonna be really good songs when they’re done.” “You’ll have to give me a sneaky preview of them,”   “You’re gonna be so sick of hearing me play them by the time the album’s done. What about you? How was your day?” “Not too bad. Bit busier than I’d have liked my Saturday to be b-u-” you stifled a yawn. “Alright, tell me tomorrow. Let’s go up to bed.” “I'm fine Rog.” “You’re exhausted Y/N. So am I.” He said it like he’d only just realised how tired he was, “C’mon.” Standing up he held out his hand, pulling you out of the seat when you took it.

You fell into bed as soon as you reached it, already wearing your comfiest pyjamas. As you snuggled under the blankets you rolled onto your side and watched Roger move about the room, changing into pyjama pants, every movement he made infused with a tiredness that felt bone deep. As he climbed in beside you, he pulled you closer, your head fitting perfectly under his chin. It was a slightly awkward position, your arms trapped between your chests, one of his thrown over you and the other bent under his head, legs tangled together. But you barely noticed. All you could smell was him, the lingering scent of his last cigarette and a hint of his aftershave. All you could feel was his warmth as he held you as close as he possible could. “Rog,” you said softly, tilting yourself back to look at him properly. “Mmm,” His eyes were drooping shut already. “Love you.” He kissed you. A tired, soft kiss, lips lingering on yours for a fraction longer than necessary. “Love you too.” You let your eyes close.  

3.59am

It was still dark when you woke, unrested and confused as to what had pulled you from your dreams. During the night you’d shifted out of Roger’s embrace, taking over your side of the bed as he’d spread out over his. As you reached out for him, figuring the loss of contact was what had roused you, you noticed he was tossing and twitching, mumbling unintelligibly.   “Rog, honey,” You shook his shoulder, “wake up Rog, it’s just a dream.” It took a few minutes but finally he woke with a gasp, arms flailing a little as the nightmare dissolved.   “‘s alright, Rog, it’s gone. Just a dream,” you said softly, rubbing his shoulder as he sunk back into the pillow, letting out a long breath.   “What time is it?” he asked voice raspy with sleep, draping an arm over his eyes. You peered at the alarm clock beside him, the red glowing numbers hard to focus on, “just after four.” He groaned as he rolled over towards you, “Sorry, love, didn’t mean to wake you.” “I don’t mind. Was it bad?” You reached out to stroke his hair, pushing it off his face. “Yeah,” his voice was barely more than a whisper. As you made to pull your hand back, he reached up to grab your wrist holding you against the side of his face. His thumb brushed over the inside of your arm, a comforting gesture that felt more for his sake than yours. In the years you and Roger had been dating, you’d never seen him like this. Worried? Nervous? Yes. But scared? Not once.   “Roll over,” “Why?” “‘Cause I’m gonna spoon you. Nothing can hurt you if I’m spooning you.” He laughed quietly but did as you asked, letting you pull him back against you, hooking your leg over his thigh and throwing your arm over his chest.   “See, nightmares gotta go through me first now.” You pressed your lips to the back of his neck as he rubbed your arm. “Feel safer already,” You could hear his smile behind the tired tone before he yawned and relaxed into you.

8.00am

This time when you woke you were pressed against Roger, though sometime during the night he’d rolled onto his back so you were less spooning and more just sort of slung over him. You lay there for a while, listening to his deep even breaths, feeling his stomach rise and fall with each one. He looked so peaceful and calm, miles from how he’d been in the early hours of the morning, and you spent a few minutes just watching him, trying to embed the image in your mind. Eventually though you carefully disentangled yourself, not wanting to disturb his sleep, and made your way down to the kitchen.  

After rifling through the cupboards, you decided it was a pancakes kind of morning and set to making a stack. You lost yourself in the repetitive motions, having made pancakes so many times you barely had to think about what you were doing. So, it came as a little bit of a shock when Roger placed his hand on your back and peered over your shoulder. “Christ I’m hungry, this looks wonderful.” “How do you move so quietly?” You asked sucking the side of your thumb into your mouth, trying to sooth where you’d bumped it against the hot pan. “‘m wearing socks. How do you keep managing to burn yourself?” “Wouldn’t burn myself if you stopped sneaking up on me.” “Y/N, we both know that’s not true. You’re the clumsiest fucking cook I’ve ever seen. Baking is an extreme sport for you.” “Oh shut up,” you shook your head but smiled at him as you went back to pouring the last of the batter out.   “Anything I can help with?” “Uh, yeah, pull out anything you wanna have on these. And chuck the kettle on, I need a tea.” Roger moved around behind you, opening the pantry and the fridge and then the pantry again. There was a clatter of plates and cutlery and the rush of water as he collected everything. His hand was on your back again as he placed the kettle on the stove top, fingers lingering slightly longer than they normally would. “Where are we gonna eat love?” “I was thinking out the back, since it’s such a lovely morning.” “Righto, I’ll take this lot out if you bring the pancakes when they’re done.” “Of course, shouldn’t be more than a couple more minutes.”

The sun was bright and warm outside, sitting in a clear sky, the definition of a perfect day. Roger had set everything down on the table in the back garden, leaving space for the plate of pancakes. Normally this spot was reserved for when friends or family came over, a larger space to entertain than what you had inside. You sat next to him, pulling a plate towards you and beginning to load it with pancakes and some of the berries Roger had brought out. He did the same, sprinkling the lot with sugar and lemon juice.   “You really gotta teach Bri how to make pancakes properly.” Roger said around a mouthful of food, “He tried making them for us the other day but they were rubbish. I don’t know what he does to them but they’re never as good as yours.” Before you could respond a whistle cut through the air. “Oh, shit, forgot about the tea. Don’t eat it all while I’m gone,” you laughed heading back to the kitchen. “Make sure you’re quick then,” he called after you, already heaping another forkful into his mouth.  

As soon as you’d placed your cups on the table and were no longer in danger of burning yourself again, Roger placed his hands on your waist and pulled you onto his lap. “Rog!” “Y/N!” “What are you doing?” He ignored you, focusing instead on your earlier injury, “How’s the thumb?” “Stings a little but it’s fine. I only nudged the pan.” “Well now,” he grabbed your hand and brought your thumb to his lips, kissing the patch of red, “it’s all better.” “You’re gonna make such a dorky dad,” you laughed, shaking your head. He clutched your hand tighter, “Are you...?” “Jesus Rog, no. I know we fuck a lot but I’m still on the pill. More meant...one day,” He released a breath as he dropped his head to your shoulder, “That would have been a big fucking surprise.” “God, you’re telling me.” “Not a bad one though.” His smile was soft and sincere and made your heart flutter. “You big softie,” “Alright, no need for name calling. You should eat something,” “And how exactly am I meant to eat when I’m trapped on your lap? Can’t even reach my plate.” “Easy,” He leaned forward, one arm around your waist as he picked up a raspberry from his plate and fed it to you. It was tangy and sour from the lemon juice it was soaked in. “Impractical,” you laughed. “Maybe, but it does mean I can do this,” he placed his hand on the side of your face, pulling you towards him. The kiss was soft and warm. Warmer than the sun cutting through the morning air and landing on your back. You sighed into him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him against you. His tongue traced over your red tinged bottom lip, licking up the remnants of the raspberry. You felt almost drunk as you slowly pulled away and slipped off his lap. “Where you going, love?” “Just need to readjust,” “Readjust?” His eyebrows shot up as you repositioned yourself so you were straddling him instead, “Woah, Y/N, didn’t realise you wanted kids this badly.” “Just kiss me again you dork.” It wasn’t the most comfortable chair to do this in, but you couldn’t resist. A familiar heat was already beginning to build in your stomach as he recaptured your lips, breakfast completely forgotten. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling on it gently as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He tasted like lemons and sugar, felt like home. As the kiss grew in intensity you rocked your hips against him. “That’s a dangerous game you’re playing there, love,” Roger said, breaking the kiss as he tightened his grip on your waist to keep you still,   “Not if you want what I want.” “Minx,” was all he managed to growl as you began leaving open mouth kisses along his throat. “Now who’s name calling,” you said before returning to Roger’s neck, able to feel his cock hardening under his pyjama bottoms. His grip remained tight on your waist as he slipped one hand under the waistband of your pyjamas and underpants to tease your clit. You found his lips again, moaning against them as he worked you into a frenzy. When he pulled his hand free you whined at the loss. “Gotta get these pants off,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, but you stood up on slightly shaky legs, hurrying to remove your own as he lifted himself out of the seat enough to push his over his hips. As soon as you’d kicked your underwear off you repositioned yourself over him, pulling his hands into place on your arse. You sank down onto him, pausing a couple of times to adjust since it had been a few days since you’d had the time for this. Roger dropped his forehead to yours, closing his eyes as you clenched around him. Your breath mingled between your lips, ragged and heavy as you began moving, rocking your hips. His hands squeezed your arse, encouraging you to move faster, grind down harder, and you obeyed, losing yourself in the moment and how incredible it felt to have him back inside you.   “Roger,” you gasped out, “I n-ne-ed,” You didn’t have to finish the sentence before his fingers found your clit again, pulling another string of moans from you as you tilted your head back. “Christ, love,” he groaned, "sound filthy.” You laughed as you dropped your head forward again, pressing your palms against his chest. “Oh, don’t go quiet now, love hearing you moan like that.” You ceased moving and intentionally clenched around Roger, making him whine your name, “Love hearing you too,” “Fuck, keep doing that and I wont be able to last much longer,” You hummed as you squeezed him again, making his breath hitch. His fingers worked faster against your clit, making you whine. You rolled your hips against him as he circled your clit with his thumb, pressing down firmly. It was becoming a competition to see who could make the other cum first. You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you, legs beginning to tremble, body tingling as Roger’s name fell from your lips over and over.   And then, “Fuck, I can’t -,” Roger grunted. His fingers dug into your arse cheek as he came, letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder. You dropped a hand to your clit, desperate to follow him over the edge but he knocked it aside. “I’ve got you, love. As if I’m gonna leave my girl wanting.” You shivered at the words my girl, unable to do anything but nod as he resumed rubbing your clit until you were finally there, cumming with final moan.

He kissed your temple and the tip of your nose and along your jaw as you rode the orgasm out, eventually collapsing against him. “Do you think the neighbours heard?” you asked as soon as you could breathe again. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” he chucked, rubbing your back softly, “More importantly, d’you think they saw?” “Oh god, won’t be able to look any of them in the eye ever again,” you said, burying your face into his shoulder and breathing deeply. When you felt able to move again you shifted off his lap, letting the oversized shirt you wore cover you. He let go of you slowly, almost reluctantly as you bent to pick up your discarded pants.   “I think it’s time for a shower. Are you right to clean up?” “Course,” You pecked him on the lips before hurrying inside.  

10.35am

The TV was on again but Roger wasn’t watching it. He always did this, put the TV or radio or a record on as “background noise,” while he was doing other things. Said he couldn’t stand the sound of a silent house. You grabbed the book you were currently reading from the coffee table where you’d left it last night while you waited for Rog to get home. You’d had to stop reading and put it aside when your eyes got too heavy and itchy to continue, opting to doze in front of whatever was playing on late night TV instead. Roger was on the couch, feet up on the table, engrossed in this morning's newspaper. Your bare feet padded across the rug as you made your way to the other side of the couch, sitting next to Roger. He looked over at you, as you settled, reaching out, letting his fingers brush over your bare leg. “What’re you doing?” you asked without looking up from your book. “Nothing,” he pulled his hand back quickly, “you’re in shorts.” You shrugged, “too hot for jeans.” He was quiet again, tuning the page of the paper. You looked over as he hesitantly reached for you again, his hand resting on your leg. “What’s gotten into you today?” “What d’you mean?” his eyes remained on his paper but he wasn’t really reading. “I don’t know, you just seem....different. Is everything okay?” “Peachy.” He flashed you a reassuring smile but it didn’t totally easy your mind. “Are you sure?” “Y/N, I promise everything is good. But if you really wanna make sure you could come a little closer.” You giggled, shuffling over until you could lay down with your head in his lap, letting your freshly washed and blow-dried hair fan out above you.   “You right there?” “Peachy,” you replied as you finally settled and reopened your book. Roger laughed softly, turning the page of the paper.  

12.18pm

Your stomach rumbled for the third time in under a minute. “Someone’s hungry,” Roger said from behind you, running his fingers over your back as you bent over to look in the fridge. “I didn’t really eat much breakfast, did I?” “Mmm, and who’s fault was that?” You gave him a pointed look as you shut the fridge door. “I’m just saying, if you weren’t quite so...” “Think very carefully before you finish that sentence Taylor,” “Insatiable,” “Thin fucking ice,” you said poking him in the chest but your laugh gave you away, “But seriously Rog, what are we doing for lunch?” “Why don’t we go to that café you like so much?” he rubbed your arm, almost light enough for you not to notice “Really? Thought you hated that place.” “I never said hate. I just think their service could be better. And the food. And the coffee.” You laughed again but it was interrupted by another growl from your stomach, “Theres that Italian place.�� “That’s a bit of a drive away. Didn’t really feel like leaving the house for too long today.” “What about...oh! There’s that pub just down the road. We could walk there.” “Sounds great,” he pecked you on the forehead, “lemme grab my wallet and we can go.”  

The sun was warm on your skin as you walked hand in hand down the street with Roger. He’d laced his fingers through yours almost as soon as you were out of the door, squeezing your hand tight. “Don’t look now Rog, but that nosy bitch Mrs Green is in her garden again.” “Christ. I swear she keeps selling shit about me to the press. Has she got her camera on her?" “Don’t think so. You wanna cut across the road and loop round the block? It’ll take us a little longer but we’ll avoid her.” “Nah, you’ll die of hunger if we do that.” He grinned at you, “Why don’t we give her something to gossip about instead?” He dropped your hand, instead looping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. You giggled, leaning into him, as his hand slipped down your side to your grab your arse. “Roger!” you gasped in faux shock as you walked in front of Mrs Green’s yard. You could see her peaking at you from behind her roses. “Sorry lovie, couldn’t resist,” he said pulling you into his arms so you could hide your laughter in his chest. He chuckled quietly into your neck as he slipped his other hand to your arse as well, pulling your hips against his. You saw movement out of the corner of your eye – Mrs Green had moved for a better look, pretending to tend her garden. “Bet she wishes she could get a photo for the paper,” Roger whispered as he moved to kiss you, slowly, deeply, as if you had no one watching and nowhere to be. When he broke the kiss you were left stunned, eyes fluttering open as you tried to remember how to breath. It was crazy how he could make you feel this way so easily. And it wasn’t even like he’d just come back from tour or anything. You’d seen him every day this week, even if it was in between your work and his long hours with the boys discussing album ideas. But here you were, in the middle of the street, damn near swooning because of a single kiss. “Alright, love, pull yourself together,” Roger chuckled, taking you by the hand again, “or have you forgotten about lunch?”

4.05pm  

You crept towards your bedroom not wanting to disturb Roger from his nap. After lunch he’d come home and collapsed on the couch, fighting off sleep until you convinced him to just go hop into bed. He’d looked wrecked as he slowly made his way upstairs and the last thing you wanted to do was wake him from a sleep he seemed to really need, but you really needed something new to do and you knew there were a few magazines by your bed you had yet to read. As you tiptoed through the dark room the lump in the bed stirred and Roger poked his head out from under the covers. “Sorry, honey, didn’t mean to disturb you,” “No, ‘s alright, was awake anyway. What’re you doing?” “Was just gonna grab a magazine. I cannot watch another minute of daytime television.” Roger laughed softly, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he sat up, “Why don’t you join me in here instead?” “Roger Taylor are you trying to get me into bed?” “My motives are purely innocent, I promise.” He threw the covers back, tapping the spot next to him. You unbuttoned your shorts, wiggling out of them before you joined him. “I wanted to be comfortable, sue me,” you said in response to the look he gave you. “Alright, love. Just don’t try and jump me.” “In your dreams.” You snuggled up next to Roger, letting the cosiness of the covers and his arms envelop you, “You sleep okay?” “Yeah. Really well.” “Good, you looked awful,” “Thanks a lot,” “Shut up, you know what I mean. Just looked like you needed some rest,” “Well it was bound to catch up with me after all the late nights me and the boys have been pulling this week. Plus, y’know, didn’t sleep great last night,” You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your palm, “My poor honey. The nightmare was that bad?” “Yeah. Recurring too. Woke up a couple of times but whenever I dropped off again, I was back.” “Do you remember it now?” “Not entirely. Bits of it. Know you were in it.” His voice was so quiet you could barely hear him, even with how close you were, but his arm around your back squeezed you tighter, finger tips digging into your side.” That explained it then, why he’d been so needy today. Why he was constantly reaching for you, pulling you onto his lap, grabbing your hand, reassuring himself you were still there, still okay.   “Rog, I-” “You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. You made them stop already.”   You curled yourself into his side more, “That’s what I’m here for.” You could feel his smile as he kissed the top of your head, “Don’t know what I’d do without you,” he mumbled into your hair.   “You’d be completely lost I’m sure,” you giggled, looking up at him. “Hey, I’m trying to have a sincere moment with you, mind not laughing?” “Oops,” “Oops?” He shook his head, smile growing as he looked at you, “Really? That’s the best you could come up with?” “Well I had something better but you told me not to jump you,” “You mean something like this?” he leaned down, catching your lips in a soft kiss that made your heart swell, lingering after he broke away.   “Close, but more like this,” you said softly, pulling him back in. You rested your hand on his jaw as the kiss continued, light, unhurried and sweet enough to pull a sigh of contentment from Roger.   He hummed against your lips as you pulled back, his thumb stroking your knee absentmindedly, “Yours was better.” “Think I need to see yours again before I can decide,” Roger burst out laughing, hiding his face in your neck, “That was the cheesiest line I’ve ever fucking heard.” “Just kiss me again,” you said through your own laughter.  

Both of you were still giggling when he did, leaning into you so much you found yourself falling against the pillows. Roger’s nose bumped yours as he followed you, determined to keep your lips connected. His fingers trailed over your stomach, pushing your shirt up above your bellybutton. A soft moan slipped out of your mouth, much to Roger’s delight. “I will never get tired of that sound,” he said as he pushed himself up, straddling your thighs, “Or your tits.” He slid his hand from your stomach to your chest over your shirt, squeezing one of your breasts softly, letting his fingers spread over your chest and then bringing them back together, trapping your nipple in between two of them. He dragged his hand over to your other breast, tracing the outline of your nipple as he grinned down at you. Your breathing sped up as he slowly pushed your shirt up, exposing your breasts to the cool air for a moment before he cupped them, flicking your nipples with his thumbs. Each teasing touch sent a jolt through you, heightening your need for more.   “Rog,” you whined, raising your hand to his knee and trailing it up the inside of his thigh until you felt the unmistakable bulge of his half hard cock. You ran your hand over his length, feeling him harden under your palm, until he grabbed your wrist to stop you. “Alright, love, I get the hint, I’ll stop teasing.” He climbed off you, giving both of you the chance to remove your underwear. As soon as you were free of yours you raised your legs, placing your feel flat on the mattress so Roger could move between them. He leaned down to kiss you again, swiping his tongue over your lower lip as he swiped his fingers along your folds. He let two fingers slip into you, drawing another soft moan from you. You raised your hips, needing more and he pulled his fingers from you entirely, replacing them with his cock before you could so much as whimper. His hips rolled against you, making you gasp into his mouth and clutch at the sheets. You wrapped your legs around him, encouraging him to sink deeper as his tongue brushed against yours. His pace was measured and slow, each thrust stealing another breath from you, another small noise that he gladly swallowed. Your heart sung as he blindly found one of your hands, lacing your fingers together. It was such an innocent gesture and yet it set your whole body to tingling, especially when his lips left yours and you opened your eyes to see him smiling at you. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, trailing small kisses along your collar bone and up your neck. Your eyes dropped shut again as his other hand found your clit, pulling a longer, louder moan from your throat as you arched your back. He timed his fingers to the opposite of his hips, stroking your clit as he withdrew from you and then removing his fingers as he sunk back in. You were panting in no time, your orgasm building as he consistently stimulated you, and you said a silent thankyou to the universe that you’d fallen for a drummer of all people. You tilted your head back and he attached himself to your neck, sucking at the junction of your jaw. “Let go, love,” he urged you, hot breath brushing over your skin. All it took was his fingers on your clit again and your release was rolling through you, a moan hanging in the air. Roger’s breath hitched as you tightened around him, pulling him into his own orgasm.  

5.45pm

The sound of Led Zeppelin blasting from Roger’s record player followed him as he returned to the kitchen. You’d been taking it in turns to choose the music as as you cooked dinner. Neither of you wanted too much after the big lunch you’d had so you’d settled on a simple quiche, easy to whip up, easy to save leftovers for tomorrow. You had just closed the oven door when Roger spun you around. “Alright, which finger did you burn this time?” “None of them you git. I can actually cook without injuring myself y’know,” You reached for your half drunk glass of wine but Roger grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the bench. “What’re you doing Rog?” His hands slipped down to your waist, pushing and pulling until you let your hips move to the rhythm of the music. “I don’t know that Immigrant Song is that great for dancing too,” you laughed as he pulled you closer. Roger ignored you, singing along somewhat exaggeratedly in an effort to make you laugh again. He spun you out under his arm, breaking into a grin when he heard you giggle. He let you go as the song faded out and you turned back towards your waiting drink, only to be stopped as his arms wrapped around your waist, making you squeal. “C’mon love, this is a good one.” he said, pulling you into him as the opening notes of Since I’ve Been Lovin’ You kicked in. You relaxed into him as you swayed to the slower tune, his arms around your stomach, holding you tight. Slowly you turned, looping your arms behind him, as he dropped his forehead to yours. He was humming along to the song, and you were so close you could feel the rumble in his chest before you heard the next note. The record skipped. “Fuck,” Roger said, breaking the spell you’d been under as he hurried out to see what the problem was.  

9.50pm

“Okay, what do you think of this?” Roger, sitting in the armchair he’d found you half asleep in that morning, played a quick riff on the guitar he was holding.   You looked over from where you were curled up on the couch, “I love it. Is that one of the one’s you’ve been working on this week?” “I’ve been playing with it for a couple of days but I haven’t shown the others yet. Wanted to get a more solid grasp on it first,”   “Well it sounds great already,” He smiled at you before looking back down at the guitar, running through the notes again, “you don’t mind me playing, do you? I know it’s getting late.” “No, keep going. I can’t say the neighbours are gonna thank you for it, but y’know how much I love watching you play.” “Keep it in your pants, Y/N.”   “And here I was thinking about blowing you,” An off note rang through the room as Roger’s fingers slipped and his head snapped up. You tried to look as innocent as possible, resting your head on the back of your hand and you watched him. He mumbled something as he turned back to the guitar. “Sorry honey, didn’t catch that.” “I said, you’re fucking insatiable,” he was still playing as he spoke, trying to act uninterested but not fully succeeding. You sat up, stretching your arms and legs with a not altogether necessary moan, noting the way his gaze flicked towards you as he shifted his legs. “Pot, kettle, black,” you said repositioning yourself on the couch. Roger’s shoulders sagged slightly when he realised you weren’t dropping to your knees in front of him.   “All I’m saying is you’ve come onto me three times today now. That’s the fucking definition of insatiable.” “Uh, I’m pretty sure the second time was on you.” “Bullshit.” “Actually, the first time was on you as well. Pulling me onto your lap like that.” “Bullshit Miss I-need-to-readjust,”   “Plus there was that whole ‘lets put on a show for Mrs Green’ thing.” “That doesn’t count.” “Face it, Rog, you’re just as slutty as me.” He was quiet for a moment, staring at you, and you wondered if you’d crossed a line. But then the silence was broken by his laughter as he tried to say, “Guess that’s why we work so well together.” You laughed too, relieved you hadn’t unwittingly hurt him.   “For the record, I never called you a slut, love.” He said as he turned back to the guitar, “I could’ve, but I didn’t,” he threw you a wink. You rolled your eyes, “Do you want that blow job or not?”

12.23am

“I liked having you all to myself today,” you said with a yawn, pressing yourself back against Roger. He hummed a sleepy, “me too,” against the back of your neck, his arms tightening around you, “nice not to be interrupted by anything for once.” “Almost a shame it all goes back to normal tomorrow. Wish I didn’t have to go to work.” “Even if you did stay home, we’d still have Freddie knocking down the door to find me.” You giggled softly, “probably for the best you go then. Chances are he’d catch us fucking, drag you away before either of us finish.” “Yes, lets avoid that.” “You’ll be home tomorrow night though?” “Think so. Might be a bit late, but I’ll call if I think I’ll end up staying at Fred’s. No need for you to wait up.” “Yeah yeah. Probably will though.” You felt him sigh behind you, “What am I going to do with you? “Wake up early enough and you can do whatever you want to me before I leave for work.” “Christ, Y/N.” “Love you too, Rog,”

[lesbiannie]

rules: bold everything that applies to you and tag people you’d like to get to know better.

tagged by @paradigmsofbrittaperry​ love u bri!!

APPEARANCE

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes  // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backward

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language [ BARELY ] // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to t.v shows // i can execute a perfect somersault  // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own  // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand 

RELATIONSHIPS

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me  // i have a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends  // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETIC

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside  // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISC.

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend  // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food  // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love  // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower  // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs // i have a cat

this was so fun ty bri!! i feel like i bolded everything and thus am kind of boring lmao. but ! this was cute and i tag all of my mutuals !!!!!!!! or just. literally anyone who wants to do it :•)))

[abelromanov]

its me bri again i dnt kno my limits dnt lk at me bye. anywhomst this muse is very very new bt i have ? most of his background n personality figured out methinks so give this a Cheeky Like if u want 2 plot!!!

『BRENTON THWAITES ❙ CISMALE 』 ⟿ looks like ABEL ROMANOV is here for HIS SENIOR year as a PRE-MEDICINE student. HE is 24 years old & known to be ARDENT, CONSIDERATE, RIGID & AGGRESSIVE. They’re living in MORIS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ bri. 22. est. she/they.

stats.

name: abel camille romanov.

age: twenty four.

gender identity: cis-male.

pronouns: he/him.

sexuality: bisexual.

birthday: december 3rd.

star sign: sagittarius.

myer-briggs: estj.

year of study: senior.

major: pre-medicine.

occupation: n/a.

place of birth: stratford, connecticut.

religion: catholic.

about.

second child 2 senator vaughn and philanthropist adelaide, younger brother of cain!! the romanov’s r quite well known fr their All American n Lavish lifestyle which can b read all abt HERE in cain’s intro yeehaw! (im lazy)

growing up abel worshiped cain he was the cool older brother who cld do it all n still maintain the lifestyle he wanted/their parents expected n abel wanted nothing more than to follow in his footsteps

he tried his best to keep up, did everything cain did, but his grades were always just a bit lower, or his form was always just a bit off, he always felt second fiddle, like it was his role in life as the second child

abel ignored it the best he could for most of his life but he started to notice a different side of cain that he didn’t show their family and a side that :/ abel didn’t like or know at all that was quite vile and this was when some resentment started to form bc their parents thought of cain as their Golden Child n didnt see what was going on behind the scenes whereas abel tried his best to be genuinely good if he could help it

by the time he got to radcliffe, things were starting to look up a bit, his already rly gd grades were managing to improve, he was on a bunch of teams, and the coach was saying it was looking good for him to become captain of the soccer team by his sophomore year

bt bc i hate my muses obviously this was not going to happen?

though things were looking up abel was still subconsciously trying to impress his family, his siblings, the people around him, wearing himself out until he was stretched far too thin, and he paid for it with one wrong move during a soccer game that had his knee popping out of place and shattering

it was really really really bad, he was in a cast for a few months bc it needed several surgeries, obviously sports were permanently out of his future, he still walks with a limp in his right leg to this day

this sent abel into a really bad depressive spiral sighs that he didn’t really talk to anyone about cause he’d trained himself at that point to just keep things to himself and never reveal his emotions so that no one could catch him vulnerable or have an upper hand on him

however this was the final nudge he needed to really become his Own Person after realizing it’d gone too far and he’d gotten too bad (on medication now to regulate when he gets out of control/starts to get bad again bc it does happen from time to time)

told his parents fk ur money! n moved out of perkins so that he could become an RA in moris, started joining different teams tht he thought wld b more fun (radio, chess, etc.), starting to distance himself from his siblings a lot too

this was when he rly started to loosen up a lot too he was . a very Boring Lame man before frankly bt got into the world of Parties n made way more friends than he ever did trying to uphold the family image

is still . quite stiff around the edges to this day tho, thinks everything through and has like daily planners he writes down his entire days in to the Second old habits die hard its jst how he functions at this point

had another rly rly bad depressive episode when cain went missing bt like everything he does? he internalized it baybee!

when cain came back tho their parents encouraged him to move into moris so abel cld keep an eye on him n it made abel :/ another reason fr resentment in his eyes (he still loves his brother hes jst . bad at vocalizing how he feels so it makes him bitter)

has been with several ppl bc hes kinda desperate fr approval/fr ppl to need him so hes been quite a good bf in the past bt his incapability to properly open up has put a real Damper on things

likes to think hes in perfect control of his emotions bt explodes a lot bc hes bottled things up fr years

thts all . i can think of now ok bye<3

connections.

exes???? he wld have a Few methinks

fwb’s/past hookups/ur regular old Spice

he’s never been with a guy before bt as u can see in his stats he Is bi as i cannot play Straights so mayhaps someone who Opens His Eyes

ppl he has a crush on............. bt wld never say anything abt it . in his current Frivolously Unemotionally Emotional state

students in moris tht drive him fkin insane or on the other hand students tht he has a sibling like relationship with n is rly protective over etc.

family friends/ppl he grew up with?? or ppl who knew him before he separated himself from his family a bit n knew him as a diff guy n is like ‘omg wtf lol’ now

obvs . some friends Bleathe

enemies?? ppl who he got annoyed with n jst lost it on bc it was a wrong place wrong time Situation.

thts all i can think of rn very basic bt teehee

[mermaidxatxheart]

U

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Ok this is hard to narrow down. But here it goes.

@bitsandbobsandstuff Kris has a series called Safe With Me where the pace is perfectly set for a mystery. Information is well timed and revealed always at the right moments. Her skills blow my mind every time I read something of hers, she employs a technique that really you should only see in movies and tv-it’s a visual effect that she does with words and no matter how freaking hard I try to imitate, I can never do it. It’s amazing. Plus, she’s one of the sweetest people ever. Her master list is long, and every single one of her pieces is worth the read.

@cake-writes Bri is astounding. Her works are filled with complex emotions that she portrays beautifully. Her characters are multifaceted, they’re more than just space holders. They have depth and layers and flaws and they don’t handle things right and it blows up in their faces. It’s real, and raw and so very very hard to do. And I love love love seeing her name come across my notifications. She’s always willing to help a fellow writer with any kind of (idiot in my case) questions, and she always has a friendly smile for anyone who wants to drop by unannounced and strike up a conversation (me again).

This is the hardest one to narrow down because I have at least three more to go in my final spot.

@wkemeup Kas has this ridiculous ability to write something so passionate and full of feeling and I just get swept away with it. A while back she wrote a three piece ficlet called I’m With You. And she agonizingly made me wait for parts two and three and I just gobbled them up. Reading her extensive master list hardly feels like any sort of task. And is so worth it. I had a hard time letting go of those characters and that story and thankfully she fed my addiction for a little while longer, adding little snippets from asks that people sent. And her writing has just made me more excited to see where she goes from there because honestly, if she’s this good now, how amazing will she be in one year? In three? Five? When she’s had time to expand and grow and perfect her craft. It’s gonna blow me away and I can’t wait. She’s also one of the friendliest people and I simply love talking to her about anything and everything.

I know it said three, but tbh there’s someone else that I can’t get away without mentioning as a writer because I’m ridiculously jealous of her skills.

@heli0s-writes she’s not only an amazing person with a wickedly sharp and sometimes insane sense of humor, but she manages to translate that over into her writing, which is never easy. Her Social Media AU, Word Peddler was what drew me in and her chaotic dumbass! Reader is what kept me around. Not only is her reader character a mess, but there’s a layer of vulnerability, and sometimes softness, under all that bravado. And honestly, I love me an exasperated Bucky. She writes it all so amazingly and with such a deft, skilled hand. I wish I could come up with something even remotely as spastic and sharp witted as her, but alas, I’m a mere mortal.

I hate rules. There’s too many amazing writers on this hellsite to limit it. But there we are. You should also check out @seasaurusrrex not only is Sea an incredible human being always with something nice to say and always excited to talk to you as though you’ve known each other for years and years instead of just minutes, but she also got everyone on this Social Media bandwagon and I’m loving it. I don’t know how she comes up with all these ideas for them because honestly, I had a hard enough time with my one. But there you go. @after-avenging-hours got me into writing in here in the first place, in love with that girl! Her writing is amazing. @stuckonjbbarnes and @browngirlmagic are coming out with some seriously killer stuff. Ok I’m done rambling but I’m not sorry

[freddiesaysalright]

Being a with Bri and your brother Rog does a thing because your his baby sister and his best mate can’t just date you with D19, L1 and O9. And Rog is the non-believer, reader the believer (or knowledgeable and respectful and Bri the skeptic)

D19 You didn’t tell me someone was murdered here! L1 Haunted/abandoned house O9 Ouija board

You shivered and rubbed your arms, the chilly October air making goosebumps erupt across your skin. Brian noticed, shrugged his jacket off, and offered it to you.

“Here, Y/N, “ he said, draping it across your shoulders.

You smiled, putting your arms through the sleeves and wrapping it tighter around you. It smelled like him, so you inhaled deeply.

“Thanks, Brian,” you replied.

“Let’s get a move on,” Roger interjected, effectively spoiling the moment.

You rolled your eyes. You were beginning to feel that being honest with Roger was a mistake. But when you and Brian had admitted your attraction, he insisted on telling Roger. He actually said that he would not take you out until Roger had given his approval. Roger had given it, after a brutal row with you at home, but he was still being such a stupid big brother about the whole thing. When you’d told him you and Brian were seeing each other on Halloween, he said he was coming with you, wherever you were going. His exact words were something along the lines of “He’s not sneaking you off to some dodgy old building for a shag, not with my sister.”

“Here we are,” Brian said. “The Jordan house.”

You all came to a stop and gazed at the deteriorating cottage. It was a bit of a local legend that the place was haunted, but you’d never heard the story behind whatever ghost lived there. You were intrigued by the idea of ghosts, and a firm believer in the paranormal. Roger was open minded, but Brian was a skeptic. So you agreed that Halloween was a perfect day to test the waters. You had a Ouija board and everything.

“I did a bit of research,” Brian said as the three of you walked through the door. “Turns out, the ghosts that haunts this place is supposed to be Mrs. Jordan. Her husband killed her after finding out about an alleged affair with another man.”

“You didn’t tell me someone was murdered here!” you gasped.

“Does that make a difference?” he wondered.

“Spirits of people who died violently are often angry and hurt,” you said. “It may not be safe to talk to them.”

You watched him struggle to not roll his eyes.

“It’s a ghost, what harm could she do?” he asked.

“Honey, you need to take this more seriously,” you replied.

“Let’s just try it,” Roger said irritably. “And don’t call him honey, it makes me crazy.”

“What should I call him, then?” you bit back.

“He’s got a name, hasn’t he?” he returned.

“Alright, let’s begin, shall we?” Brian said before you could retort.

He placed the board on the floor. He sat cross-legged before it, and you took a seat next to him. Roger sat on the other side of you and the three of you began the session. Nerves stirred in your stomach as you thought of what you might encounter. The guys told you to take the lead. Then, the planchet began to move. It stopped on HELLO.

You heart skipped a beat. Roger and Brian exchanged a surprised glance.

“H-hello,” you said. “Is there someone here with us?” 

It slid over YES.

“Are you doing that?” Roger demanded.

“No!” you cried. “Brian?”

“It’s not me,” he insisted.

Triumphantly, you decided to press on.

“If it’s Mrs. Jordan here, can you tell us your first name?” you requested.

She obliged, spelling out A-N-N-A. 

“Anna,” you said, nearly laughing at Brian and Roger’s gaping mouths. “Did you really have an affair outside your marriage?”

It slid slowly over to YES. 

“This has got to be a joke…” Brian muttered.

The planchet flew harshly to NO. He started and nearly removed his hand, but stayed in place. You smirked at him. Although you were a little afraid, the presence of Anna did not disturb you. She felt heavy, but not in an overbearing way. She just felt...sad. 

“Why, Anna?” you asked. “Why were you disloyal to your husband?”

Carefully, she spelled out L-O-V-E.  

“Was your husband always cruel to you?” Brian asked.

It shot over to YES. You sent Brian a look of such affection, Roger actually gagged. 

“So, you fell in love with someone else,” Roger said, remembering the task at hand. “Why not leave your husband?”

This time, it went to the numbers. She wrote 1-8-2-3. 

“That was the year she died,” Brian said. “Divorce wasn’t socially acceptable.”

It returned to YES.

“Anna,” you said. “My brother doesn’t trust his friend to date me. Tell me, what do you pick up from Brian’s spirit?”

You felt a smile. You couldn’t see her, but you knew she did. She spelled G-O-O-D. Then S-H-Y. Then K-I-N-D. Finally, L-O-V-E. You looked at Brian and beamed. He grinned right back. 

“God, you’re both disgusting,” Roger groaned.

Anna spelled J-E-A-L-O-U-S.

“Are you really, Roger?” you teased. “You’ll find someone!”

Roger’s cheeks went bright pink. “That’s not it!”

Anna wrote T-A-L-K. Then she slid the planchet over to GOODBYE, and she was gone. You all took your hands off and you and Brian looked expectantly at Roger.

“Sorry,” he said. “It’s just that...Y/N and I have been through a lot together. Our dad, moving, and growing up in general. She’s my best friend, and I feel like I’m losing her.”

Your heart softened. “Rog. You’re not losing me. We’re always going to be best friends. You’re my brother.”

“I know,” he said. 

“And I know you’re used to protecting me,” you said. “You protected me from Dad and the bullies at school, and everyone else. But this is Brian we’re talking about. You don’t have to protect me from him.”

Roger looked at Brian, who appeared stunned but understanding.

“I know,” Roger said. “I do actually trust you, Brian. She’s my baby sister, though, and I’ve always taken care of her.”

“I’m not asking you to stop,” Brian said. “She’ll always need you. I just want to love her.”

Roger sighed. “Alright. I suppose I’m okay with it. And I won’t chaperone you next time.”

You grinned and leaned over to kiss your brother on the cheek. “Thank you, Rog.”

You all got to your feet. Then you looked at the board again.

“So, can you believe we just talked to a ghost?!” you cried.

Roger and Brian looked at each other.

“Chalk it up to a dream?” Brian suggested.

“Very good,” Roger agreed.

You scowled. “I hate you both.”

[queenscoolcat]

Soulmates - Brian May x Reader x Roger Taylor

Request:  @mrsmazzellotaylor​ (y/n) soulmate is x member but she doesnt love them, and instead loves y member ?? (u can choose the members)

Pairing:  Brian May x Reader x Roger Taylor or Gwilym lee!Brian May x reader x Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor

Word count: 2757

Warning: I kinda change it so it has a happy ending, hope you like it, though almost everything is angsts.

A/n:sorry if you find errors.

Tags: @destiel-stucky4ever-loki-queen​ @reedusteinrambles

The first kiss. A taunting moment that came just once, and yet it could change your entire life forever.

You first hear soulmates was when you ask your mother about it, you were so curious about it and surprise when you heard for the first time what a soulmate was.

"Mommy... I don't get it?" you asked, making your mother chuckle as she sits you on her legs.

"You know what kissing is, don't you?" you slowly nod and stare at your mother waiting for her to continue "well.. when two people like each other they kiss, and if they are lucky enough then they can find if they are soulmates."

"And how they know if they are soulmates?" you still ask curiously about the entire situation.

"It's like if the eyes of them light up, almost as if they had fireworks in their eyes," you mother continue explaining you, not being able to stop smiling as she watches your face processing everything.

"Did dad and you... are you soulmates?" you whispered, staring at your mother eyes hoping the answer would be a yes.

With the biggest smile your mother nod making you giggle like the little girl you were, you didn't ask anything more, you just hop off your mother's legs running to play with your best friends and tell him all about what you just learn.

"Mommy..." you suddenly stop and turn to look at her "I cant wait to find my soulmate."

Your mother nod at you and before she could say anything more, you start running again.

"... And then they have to kiss, and they can see fireworks in their eyes," you told your best friend almost speaking to fast for anyone to understand you "are you even listening, Brian?"

"Of course I am!" he almost yelled, feeling a little exasperated that you thought that "it's just that kissing is gross." 

"It's not!" you yelled back narrowing your eyes ready to go home and tell your mother about how rude Brian was being "Okay..." Brian whispered, not wanting to argue with you, "maybe we should try it."

"No," you mutter, not noticing the disappointment on Brian's eyes, "I will wait for the right person."

Just like that time went by, Brian watching you kissing people and then running back to him sad that you haven't found your soulmate, always breaking Brian heart cause he knew that if he kisses you then both of you would find your match, but he never did it, afraid that you would be disappointed about it.

It all changed when he met Roger, it seemed as if the moment you locked eyes with him the world completely changed, both of you almost knew you were soulmates even though you hadn't kiss yet.

Today you were watching them practice since they had a gig that weekend, the entire time Roger and you steal some glances from each other, neither of you noticing how Brian saw how you were acting and how hurt he seemed.

"I think we are done," Brian said after they finish playing the last song of the setlist, "we should all head home and rest."

hey all agree and nod, and as you watched everyone talk and collect their things, you couldn't help but stare at Roger as he winks at you before he turns around to continue with what he was doing.

"Are you ready, love?" Brian asked when everything was ready, you nod just as Brian placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you to where you would grab a cab.

It didn't surprise your parent when you told them you would be moving with Brian and being honest it probably as one of the best decision you had ever made, you always had fun with each other, and you were there whenever the other needed.

From time to time the thought that he might be your soulmate cross your mind, but after a few seconds, you always threw that thought away, knowing you weren't his type and not wanting to ruin the friendship you had for almost your entire life.

Though from time to time, the thought would haunt you making you shake your head as you try your best to think of something else.

“You know..." Roger said almost as you were about to leave, you stop and turn to look at Roger, "a friend of mine is having a party tonight if you want to come."

You knew the invitation was for everyone, but Roger's eyes were only on you, making you feel butterflies as the shy smile adorned your face.

"I don't thi..." Brian started to say, but you interrupted him, knowing he would pass on the opportunity.

"I'm in if you are," you mutter raiding an eyebrow almost as if you were challenging Roger.

"Then I'm definitely going," Brian look between you and Roger as you exchange those flirtatious comments "what about you, Bri?"

"Let's go!" you told Brian flashing him one of your most beautiful smiles that he would never be able to resist.

"Okay..." he finally mutters, looking at you with tender eyes almost forgetting that the band was still there.

For Brian it almost seemed like torture to be in that party, he regretted deeply to accept your offer, but he knew that if he travelled back in time, he would still be there with you because he wasn't able to say no to you.

The entire night he watched you talk with Roger, inches away from each other and feeling so terrified that in any moment you would kiss and find out you were soulmates.

Its want until Brian saw you walk towards him, that for the first time he tried to hide that he was looking at you.

"You are having a terrible time, don't you?" you mutter sitting next to him and handing him another beer to replace the empty one he had on his hand.

"Not at all, this party is the best I ever attended," he joked, loving that he just made you laugh with him and glad that he had your attention back again.

"Well, this party is about to turn even more fun,"  you joked as well while you place your hand on Brian's knee, "we are playing spin the bottle."

Brian opened his eyes as he felt his heart starting to beat faster, he didn't even think about the possibility of kissing you, all he could imagine was of what would happen if you kiss Roger.

"That is so lame," he suddenly said, making you chuckle.

"I know right!" you mutter rolling your eyes, "but its the best idea other than drinking."

Brian stares at you, and as he looks into your eyes, he knew there wasn't anything more he could say so you wouldn't play, so after a second more of debating it all, he finally follows you to where the game was taking place.

The first person he saw was Roger, he smiles at him and before he could turn around you sat next to him, Brian sighed just as he realized the only other place left was in front of you and Roger, the perfect place to watch you flirt and wait for your turn to kiss his best friend.

The game seemed to take forever, Brian already kissed two girls, and neither of them were you, so he wasn't happy at all, for Roger it had been a really shy guy and a gorgeous blonde so at least he hadn't kiss you either.

You had the biggest smile on your face as you watched how the game was going, but feeling a little disappointed that you hadn't kissed anyone yet.

When it was finally your turn you were biting your lip kind of nervous and excited, watching the bottle spin, you were almost sure it took longer than everyone, and as you saw how it was slowing down, you felt your heart beat faster.

When it came to an end, you were shocked to see who it landed on, you heard everyone laugh and cheer as you waited for the courage to look at Brian in the eyes.

Brian was just the same, his eyes were glued to the bottle, not sure how to feel about it all.

Slowly both of you turn to look at each other, your expressions were so shocked almost feeling dumb that neither of you thought that that could happen.

"You don't have to do it..." Brian whispered just as you were already standing up to walk towards him.

"We won't be the first ones to bail out," you tried to joke to lighten the mood, but as you were inches away all the nervousness came back again "its just a kiss, isn't it?"

"Yes... just a kiss," Brian mumbled, as one of his hand moved to cup your cheek. Both of you lean closer until you felt your lips touch, the kiss was better than what you had ever imagined, his lips felt so soft against yours, and you moved almost as if you have done it thousands of times.

When you finally move apart you look into Brian's eyes, only to find as if the colour they had on them changed into what looked like a galaxy full with fireworks, your breath hitch as the room went quiet.

Everyone was staring at you, they all were eager to see what could happen and before you or Brian could say anything, you stand up, and ran to the balcony where you started to breathe heavily.

You hear the glass door slide, making you know someone was there to see how you were.

"I am sorry I run away, Bri," you said, closing your eyes not fully understanding how everything suddenly turned around.

"Don't worry, I believe Brian is having the same mental breakdown, but in the bathroom," Roger said making you know it was him and not your best friend that now seemed he as your soulmate too "are you okay?"

"I am not sure," you mutter truthfully, as you turn around to face him "how would you feel if your best friend that you knew forever was all along your soulmate?" "I don't think there are words to express it,"  Roger mutter walking to be next to you.

You nod and close your eyes just as replay everything that happened.

"you know... I always thought it..." you start talking, but shaking your head, you realize this wasn't the moment to confess your feelings "nevermind."

"That it would be me?" Roger said almost as if he was reading your mind, you nod shyly making Roger smile, "I thought that too."

"Me too," you hear Brians voice as he joins you in the balcony. You suddenly stand straight not sure what would happen or how this changed everything.

Brian slowly walks to your side as he smiles at you making you feel better. Suddenly you felt a tear slide down your face, you weren't sure why cause at the end of the day everyone wanted their best friends to be their soulmates.

Brian saw that and with a sweet motion, he gently clean that tear off your face. "We don't have to be anything if you don't want to," Brian says after a long time of silence "you can date Rog if you want."

"I would never do that to you, mate," Roger interrupted Brian before he could say anything more.

"I do love you, Brian," you say turning to face him, cupping his cheeks just as he did it a few minutes ago "and if we are soulmates then I am the happiest person ever, just... let me do..."

You weren't sure how to phrase it, your eyes keep moving from Brian to Roger not sure how you would tell them you just wanted to make sure Roger wasn't anything more.

"let me do one thing," you mutter while your eyes look into Rogers' eyes. “Go on,” Brian whispered, already knowing what you would do.

After staring at Brian to make sure his answer was genuine, you took a step to be in front of Roger.

He stares at you not sure of what you would do, though he had some clues.

You stare into his eyes and taking another step closer, you kiss him, it was totally different from Brian’s kiss, but as Roger pull you closer, you move your head to deepen the kiss.

What you didn’t expect after you move away, was to see the same thing in Roger's eyes just like you saw with Brian's.

Your mouth was wide open, and you were sure Brian and Roger were the same, you had never heard of something like that to happen before anyone could say anything more, you look at both of them for answers.

“So both of us are your soulmates?” Roger said though it sounded more like a question.

You didn’t have an answer, and by the looks of the boys in front of you, you knew they were just as clueless.

“Maybe… maybe you are soulmates too,” you muttered as you laugh when they turn to look at each other with even more shock if that was possible.

“I mean… maybe,” Brian mumbles as his face started to turn red.

“Yeah… maybe….” Roger said just as he came closer to his bandmate to share a kiss he would never think it would happen.

You stare at them, not sure of what was happening, but as the kiss between them ended, you were glad to see the same thing in their eyes. “So… we are all soulmates?” You question again though nobody had an actual answer.

“I guess so,” Roger whispered, lighting a cigarette and taking a full drag out of it.

“Well at least you kiss us before you turn that crap on,” Brian joked pointing at the cigarette in between Roger's fingers.

The joke seemed to lighten the mood, slowly everyone started to laugh until neither of you could say nothing more, not even breath properly. “What should we do now?” Brian mutter when the laughs died out.

“I can think of something we could all do,” Roger says with a devilish smile on his face.

You started to laugh again while Brian tried to hide his blush under his hands.

Suddenly you look at Roger and Brian, both of them had the biggest smile on their face, you were sure neither of you had ever been this happy ever before. Your smile was as big as theirs, and without even thinking about it,  some of the most important words slip out of your mouth. “What should we do now?” Brian mutter when the laughs died out.

“I can think of something we could all do,” Roger says with a devilish smile on his face.

You started to laugh again while Brian tried to hide his blush under his hands.

Suddenly you look at Roger and Brian, both of them had the biggest smile on their face, you were sure neither of you had ever been this happy ever before, your smile was as biggest as theirs, and without even thinking about it, suddenly some of the most important words slip out of your mouth.

“Fuck… I love you so much,” you whisper, not even processing what you said until they turn to look at you with fondness in their eyes. “What should we do now?” Brian mutter when the laughs died out.

“I can think of something we could all do,” Roger says with a devilish smile on his face.

You started to laugh again while Brian tried to hide his blush under his hands.

Suddenly you look at Roger and Brian, both of them had the biggest smile on their face, you were sure neither of you had ever been this happy ever before, your smile was as biggest as theirs, and without even thinking about it, suddenly some of the most important words slip out of your mouth.

“Fuck… I love you so much,” you whispered not even processing what you said until they turn to look at you.

Roger chuckle and wrapping you in his arms, he said it back to both of you, the taller guy stares at you and not feeling an inch of jealousy he kisses your forehead and Rogers' cheek.

“I love both of you too,” Brian whispered before Roger's eyes light up again as he brought his suggestion again making you blush, but not able to say no to that.

A/n2: If you enjoy it, please like it and reblog it

[yeoderys]

song game

I was tagged by @xiaoxuxis <33 thank you for tagging me

Rule: you can only repeat one artist and only one time, so we can all kind of spread new music to the people we tag. Try to listen to at least one of the songs people rec here.

omg this is gonna be tough...

1) one song you loved the first time you listened to and never got tired of?

I have a few,,, but the first that popped in my head was say my name - ateez. guess I can thank ira for that too lol

2) one song you cry every time you listen or makes you emotional?

hello - evanescence. even the story behind that one makes me sad

3) one song that always makes you happy/smile?

magic dance - david bowie. how can you not be happy listening to this one???

oo or friday im in love - the cure <333

4) one song that you would dedicate to your best friend and/or family?

lol would it be cheesey to say best friend - nct dream? nah but for real I'll say fireflies - nct dream bc bri and I would sing our hearts out everytime it came on in our dorm

5) one song with a production (the sound, the beat, the mood) you love?

better - khalid. god i love this song

6) one song with perfect, amazing, outstanding lyrics?

this one's tough cause I've stopped caring about lyrics for the most part lmao. uhhh...... im just gonna be hella basic here and say bohemian rhapsody - queen. it's a classic.

7) one song that you would recommend to anyone?

ok this is tough too bc I listen to so many different genres and I always try to recommend music within a genre I think the other people would like so to anyone,,,, hm.. I'll just go with feel good inc - gorillaz. pretty sure everyone's heard it at this point but I've also never seen someone complain about it

8) one song you don't understand why you like it so much but you do anyway?

there's a light that never goes out - the smiths. not because the song is bad or weird in anyway, but just because I hate morrissey with everything in me but damn did he make good music with the smiths

9) one song that you think people in general wouldn't like but you do?

maybe,,,,, chain - nct 127 ?? bc it is the epitome of noise music lmao but it's such a bop

10) one song people normally like and you don't like or hate?

can I just say ariana grande's discography? bc aside from like 2 or 3 songs, I don't get the hype

11) one song you would call a masterpiece?

king of hearts - wayv purely for hendery vocals. nothing can top that.

12) one song you recently (last 30 days max) discovered and really liked it?

I could straight up just say ateez here,,, but I'll actually say I need u - bts. I know it's not a new song by any means but I found it through an ateez video so it's new to me lol

13) one song you listen to to get pumped like you wanna tear down the fucking government or something?

ignorance - paramore always gets me hyped but a good tear down the government song is byob - system of a down

I'll tag @briadtr specifically but also literally anyone else who wants to do this, I wanna see your music

[cover2covermom]

Today I’m going to be sharing my favorite books that I’ve read in 2020 thus far…

» The Ruins of Gorlan (Ranger’s Apprentice #1) by John Flanagan

Genre: YA fantasy

They have always scared him in the past — the Rangers, with their dark cloaks and shadowy ways. The villagers believe the Rangers practice magic that makes them invisible to ordinary people. And now 15-year-old Will, always small for his age, has been chosen as a Ranger’s apprentice. What he doesn’t yet realize is that the Rangers are the protectors of the kingdom. Highly trained in the skills of battle and surveillance, they fight the battles before the battles reach the people. And as Will is about to learn, there is a large battle brewing. The exiled Morgarath, Lord of the Mountains of Rain and Night, is gathering his forces for an attack on the kingdom. This time, he will not be denied….

My mother-in-law actually recommended this book for my son.  After reading it for myself, I agree that this book would definitely appeal to boys.  There are some wonderful themes like hard work, courage, friendship, etc.  I would also consider this a wonderful gateway book into fantasy.

» Black Enough: Stories of Being Young & Black in American by Ibi Zoboi

Genre: YA contemporary ((anthology))

Black Enough is a star-studded anthology edited by National Book Award finalist Ibi Zoboi that will delve into the closeted thoughts, hidden experiences, and daily struggles of black teens across the country. From a spectrum of backgrounds—urban and rural, wealthy and poor, mixed race, immigrants, and more—Black Enough showcases diversity within diversity.

Whether it’s New York Times bestselling author Jason Reynolds writing about #blackboyjoy or Newbery Honor-winning author Renee Watson talking about black girls at camp in Portland, or emerging author Jay Coles’s story about two cowboys kissing in the south—Black Enough is an essential collection full of captivating coming-of-age stories about what it’s like to be young and black in America.

Black Enough was a game changer for me.  I don’t tend to read anthologies because I find that I tend to struggle to connect to short stories, but I loved this collection!  What an excellent book to incorporate during #BlackHistoryMonth in February!

» Girls Like Us by Randi Pink

Genre: YA historical fiction

Set in the summer of 1972, this moving YA historical novel is narrated by teen girls from different backgrounds with one thing in common: Each girl is dealing with pregnancy. Four teenage girls. Four different stories. What they all have in common is that they’re dealing with unplanned pregnancies.

In rural Georgia, Izella is wise beyond her years, but burdened with the responsibility of her older sister, Ola, who has found out she’s pregnant. Their young neighbor, Missippi, is also pregnant, but doesn’t fully understand the extent of her predicament. When her father sends her to Chicago to give birth, she meets the final narrator, Susan, who is white and the daughter of an anti-choice senator.

Randi Pink masterfully weaves four lives into a larger story – as timely as ever – about a woman’s right to choose her future.

Wow!  A book about teen pregnancy set in the 70s?  Yes!  I flew through this book.  I was very invested in this story & the characters.

» Awkward (Berrybrook Middle School #1) & Crush (Berrybrook Middle School #3) by Svetlana Chmakova

Genre: MG contemporary ((graphic novels))

I’ve adored each graphic novel in this series.  Chmakova captures the essence of middle school perfectly.  She also does a wonderful job giving us a diverse cast of characters, and tackling relevant topics.

» On the Come Up by Angie Thomas

Genre: YA contemporary

Sixteen-year-old Bri wants to be one of the greatest rappers of all time. Or at least make it out of her neighborhood one day. As the daughter of an underground rap legend who died before he hit big, Bri’s got big shoes to fill. But now that her mom has unexpectedly lost her job, food banks and shutoff notices are as much a part of Bri’s life as beats and rhymes. With bills piling up and homelessness staring her family down, Bri no longer just wants to make it—she has to make it.

On the Come Up is Angie Thomas’s homage to hip-hop, the art that sparked her passion for storytelling and continues to inspire her to this day. It is the story of fighting for your dreams, even as the odds are stacked against you; of the struggle to become who you are and not who everyone expects you to be; and of the desperate realities of poor and working-class black families.

While this didn’t necessarily have as much as an impact on me as The Hate U Give, this book was amazing in its own right.  I think Angie Thomas has a brilliant way of writing YA contemporary that is not only relevant & important, but also entertaining at the same time.

» The Language of Thorns by Leigh Bardugo

Genre: YA fantasy

Love speaks in flowers. Truth requires thorns.

Travel to a world of dark bargains struck by moonlight, of haunted towns and hungry woods, of talking beasts and gingerbread golems, where a young mermaid’s voice can summon deadly storms and where a river might do a lovestruck boy’s bidding but only for a terrible price.

Inspired by myth, fairy tale, and folklore, #1 New York Times–bestselling author Leigh Bardugo has crafted a deliciously atmospheric collection of short stories filled with betrayals, revenge, sacrifice, and love.

Perfect for new readers and dedicated fans, these tales will transport you to lands both familiar and strange—to a fully realized world of dangerous magic that millions have visited through the novels of the Grishaverse.

This collection of six stories includes three brand-new tales, all of them lavishly illustrated with art that changes with each turn of the page, culminating in six stunning full-spread illustrations as rich in detail as the stories themselves.

  A collection of deliciously dark short stories are inspired by classic fairytales & folklore.  I LOVED these stories!  They gave me Neil Gaiman vibes, so if you are a NG fan, I’d recommend these stories to you.  I also adored the illustrations throughout that really enhanced the story.

» Far From the Tree by Robin Benway

Genre: YA contemporary

Being the middle child has its ups and downs.

But for Grace, an only child who was adopted at birth, discovering that she is a middle child is a different ride altogether. After putting her own baby up for adoption, she goes looking for her biological family, including—

Maya, her loudmouthed younger bio sister, who has a lot to say about their newfound family ties. Having grown up the snarky brunette in a house full of chipper redheads, she’s quick to search for traces of herself among these not-quite-strangers. And when her adopted family’s long-buried problems begin to explode to the surface, Maya can’t help but wonder where exactly it is that she belongs.

And Joaquin, their stoic older bio brother, who has no interest in bonding over their shared biological mother. After seventeen years in the foster care system, he’s learned that there are no heroes, and secrets and fears are best kept close to the vest, where they can’t hurt anyone but him.

Far From the Tree is a beautiful YA contemporary about adoption, family, identity, and love.  Told in 3 different perspectives, I enjoyed the journey & development of each of these characters.

» Keeper of Lost Cities (Keeper of the Lost Cities #1), Exile (Keeper of the Lost Cities #2), & Everblaze (Keeper of the Lost Cities #3) by Shannon Messenger

Genre: MG fantasy

Twelve-year-old Sophie Foster has a secret. She’s a Telepath—someone who hears the thoughts of everyone around her. It’s a talent she’s never known how to explain.

Everything changes the day she meets Fitz, a mysterious boy who appears out of nowhere and also reads minds. She discovers there’s a place she does belong, and that staying with her family will place her in grave danger. In the blink of an eye, Sophie is forced to leave behind everything and start a new life in a place that is vastly different from anything she has ever known.

Sophie has new rules to learn and new skills to master, and not everyone is thrilled that she has come “home.” There are secrets buried deep in Sophie’s memory—secrets about who she really is and why she was hidden among humans—that other people desperately want. Would even kill for.

In this page-turning debut, Shannon Messenger creates a riveting story where one girl must figure out why she is the key to her brand-new world, before the wrong person finds the answer first.

I am LOVING this MG fantasy series.  While these books are a bit chunky, don’t let the page count deter you.  I fly through these books.   I’d recommend this series to fans of Harry Potter.

» SHOUT by Laurie Halse Anderson

Genre: YA memoir ((told in verse))

A searing poetic memoir and call to action from the bestselling and award-winning author of Speak, Laurie Halse Anderson!

Bestselling author Laurie Halse Anderson is known for the unflinching way she writes about, and advocates for, survivors of sexual assault. Now, inspired by her fans and enraged by how little in our culture has changed since her groundbreaking novel Speak was first published twenty years ago, she has written a poetry memoir that is as vulnerable as it is rallying, as timely as it is timeless. In free verse, Anderson shares reflections, rants, and calls to action woven between deeply personal stories from her life that she’s never written about before. Searing and soul-searching, this important memoir is a denouncement of our society’s failures and a love letter to all the people with the courage to say #metoo and #timesup, whether aloud, online, or only in their own hearts. Shout speaks truth to power in a loud, clear voice– and once you hear it, it is impossible to ignore.

This is a must read for fans of Laurie Halse Anderson’s Speak.  While you don’t HAVE to read Speak to read SHOUT, I feel like it makes a bigger impact if you read Speak prior to this.  If you didn’t know, SHOUT is Anderson’s memoir told in verse.

» Loveboat, Taipei (Loveboat, Taipei #1) by Abigail Hing Wen

Genre: YA contemporary

When eighteen-year-old Ever Wong’s parents send her from Ohio to Taiwan to study Mandarin for the summer, she finds herself thrust among the very over-achieving kids her parents have always wanted her to be, including Rick Woo, the Yale-bound prodigy profiled in the Chinese newspapers since they were nine—and her parents’ yardstick for her never-measuring-up life.

Unbeknownst to her parents, however, the program is actually an infamous teen meet-market nicknamed Loveboat, where the kids are more into clubbing than calligraphy and drinking snake-blood sake than touring sacred shrines.

Free for the first time, Ever sets out to break all her parents’ uber-strict rules—but how far can she go before she breaks her own heart?

  This is a guilty pleasure type of read.  Actually, it reminded me a bit of Crazy Rich Asians a bit.  It is a tad racy for a YA book… So I’d probably recommend for older YA readers that are 16+

» The Penderwicks (The Penderwicks #1) by Jeanne Birdsall

Genre: MG contemporary

The Penderwick sisters busily discover the summertime magic of Arundel estate’s sprawling gardens, treasure-filled attic, tame rabbits, and the cook who makes the best gingerbread in Massachusetts. Best of all is Jeffrey Tifton, son of Arundel’s owner, the perfect companion for their adventures. Icy-hearted Mrs. Tifton is less pleased with the Penderwicks than Jeffrey, and warns the new friends to stay out of trouble. Is that any fun? For sure the summer will be unforgettable.

This is the perfect book to pick up during the summer months.  It really gave me modern Little Women crossed with The Secret Garden vibes.  The ending was so heartwarming it almost brought me to tears.

» Becoming by Michelle Obama

Genre: Adult memoir

In a life filled with meaning and accomplishment, Michelle Obama has emerged as one of the most iconic and compelling women of our era. As First Lady of the United States of America—the first African American to serve in that role—she helped create the most welcoming and inclusive White House in history, while also establishing herself as a powerful advocate for women and girls in the U.S. and around the world, dramatically changing the ways that families pursue healthier and more active lives, and standing with her husband as he led America through some of its most harrowing moments. Along the way, she showed us a few dance moves, crushed Carpool Karaoke, and raised two down-to-earth daughters under an unforgiving media glare.

In her memoir, a work of deep reflection and mesmerizing storytelling, Michelle Obama invites readers into her world, chronicling the experiences that have shaped her—from her childhood on the South Side of Chicago to her years as an executive balancing the demands of motherhood and work, to her time spent at the world’s most famous address. With unerring honesty and lively wit, she describes her triumphs and her disappointments, both public and private, telling her full story as she has lived it—in her own words and on her own terms. Warm, wise, and revelatory, Becoming is the deeply personal reckoning of a woman of soul and substance who has steadily defied expectations—and whose story inspires us to do the same.

  Despite the fact that this memoir is LONG, I was interested from start to finish.  I adore Michelle Obama and find her so inspiring.

» The Stonekeeper’s Curse (Amulet #2) & The Cloud Searchers (Amulet #3) by Kazu Kibuishi

Genre: MG fantasy ((graphic novel))

I enjoyed these subsequent installments even more than the first!  The art style is absolutely stunning and I really enjoyed the story line.  I can really see this as a TV series or movie.

» Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo

Genre: YA contemporary

Camino Rios lives for the summers when her father visits her in the Dominican Republic. But this time, on the day when his plane is supposed to land, Camino arrives at the airport to see crowds of crying people…

In New York City, Yahaira Rios is called to the principal’s office, where her mother is waiting to tell her that her father, her hero, has died in a plane crash.

Separated by distance – and Papi’s secrets – the two girls are forced to face a new reality in which their father is dead and their lives are forever altered. And then, when it seems like they’ve lost everything of their father, they learn of each other.

Papi’s death uncovers all the painful truths he kept hidden, and the love he divided across an ocean. And now, Camino and Yahaira are both left to grapple with what this new sister means to them, and what it will now take to keep their dreams alive.

In a dual narrative novel in verse that brims with both grief and love, award-winning and bestselling author Elizabeth Acevedo writes about the devastation of loss, the difficulty of forgiveness, and the bittersweet bonds that shape our lives.

Another 5-star read from Elizabeth Acevedo! Clap When You Land is a heart-wrenching book in verse about loss, betrayal, and forgiveness.

» All Boys Aren’t Blue by George M. Johnson

Genre: YA memoir

In a series of personal essays, prominent journalist and LGBTQIA+ activist George M. Johnson explores his childhood, adolescence, and college years in New Jersey and Virginia. From the memories of getting his teeth kicked out by bullies at age five, to flea marketing with his loving grandmother, to his first sexual relationships, this young-adult memoir weaves together the trials and triumphs faced by Black queer boys.

Both a primer for teens eager to be allies as well as a reassuring testimony for young queer men of color, All Boys Aren’t Blue covers topics such as gender identity, toxic masculinity, brotherhood, family, structural marginalization, consent, and Black joy. Johnson’s emotionally frank style of writing will appeal directly to young adults.

Johnson shares his experiences growing up as a queer black boy in this powerful memoir.  I love that Johnson wrote his story for the teen audience.  This is a must read!

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CHARACTER THING :3

tagged by:    NO ONE I TOOK IT FROM ME

tagging:   anyone 

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME.     Brian James Rodgers NICKNAME.     bri, space cowboy, dumb baby GENDER.     male HEIGHT.     6′3″ tall glass o water AGE.     26 ZODIAC.     leo :o SPOKEN LANGUAGES.     english. ivan taught him some russian but he can only rly have the most basic conversations

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR.     brown  EYE COLOR.     green  SKIN TONE.     he a white boy. lil pale but spends a lotta time outside tbh he probably sunburnt on the face a lot  BODY TYPE.     lanky boy. long legs. skinny baby (ok in the winter he has a TINY big more weight on him but not enough to rly notice). VOICE.       i think. a TOUCH of a southern accent. just a lil bit. comes out more when he’s angry than anything else, or when he’s being sarcastic. but like otherwise it’s pretty average toned/pitched and stuff. MAYBE a lil deeper than norm. DOMINANT HAND.     left.... to be DIFFERENT. POSTURE.     he sits and stands up straight for the most part tbh. he only really relaxes in bed. SCARS.     he’s got like the SLIGHTEST scar on his forehead bc he busted it on something in the ship. he’s got one on his right calf bc of some dumb shit he was tryna do when he was a kid (les be real he was tryna go to space from the roof in a cardboard box).  TATTOOS.      no but he wouldnt be opposed to getting something space themed in the future BIRTHMARKS.     he’s got a lil tan mark on the inside of his left thigh. it kinda looks like florida ??? MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).     TALL. he tall. his nose ? kinda wack. hair? amazing. perfection. touch it.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH.     dayton, ohio (more like englewood, the outskirts of dayton that’s still a dayton zipcode but isn’t actually in dayton. u kno how it be sometimes).  HOMETOWN.    dayton/englewood ohio SIBLINGS.    non but he counts ivan zack and lukas since he doesn’t have anyone ELSE PARENTS.   james and dorothy rodgers. james worked on a farm n dorothy made quilts (( brian still has one tucked in his backpack )).

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION.    an ASTRONUAT !!!  CURRENT RESIDENCE.    literally wherever the feels like livin CLOSE FRIENDS.    michael taylor, ivan bardin, lukas stillwater !  RELATIONSHIP STATUS.    sad FINANCIAL STATUS.    he gets like 5k a month from the association. they also pay all his bills for him SO FAR. DRIVER’S LICENSE.    he used to have one. but its expired LMAO CRIMINAL RECORD.    oh god no he’s a good baby ...... so get him into trouble .........  VICES.    chronically dumb. doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut. bad at keeping secrets unless its SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT and someone he loves.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.     he bi baby. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.     submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  |  top  |  bottom  |  verse.                    ( i? have not thought abt this too much but honestly tell him what u want him to be and he’ll do his darndest ) LIBIDO.     ok he will NEVER say no to sex. ever. but? he’s stupid. u gotta be explicit.  LOVE LANGUAGE.    looking at the stars together. having picnics. laying in the grass together. holding hands. nose kisses. spooning. telling them abt space (but like.... softly..... lmao) RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.    ok. you really really gotta be honest with him or he’s just not going to know. he’s only ever been with ONE PERSON since he was in high school so he just like. has forgotten everything abt dating. not to mention he just doesn’t have any idea how social norms work now. like talk about your feelings? beat around the bush? is going on dates acceptable? are there any dances to go to? what’s goin on? but as soon as he figures out that like.... oh man..... this person wants to like BE TOGETHER..... he is the SWEETEST BOY. he will talk ur ear off about the last thing he read or like (if he ever confides in them) what life was like when he was little/back when he was from. he’ll make little deserts from the 20s/30s that he remembers and he’ll buy flowers at LEAST once a week. he loves to just sit and listen to their day and whats goin on with them because he KNOWS he talks to much and sometimes he just likes to listen. he REALLY likes to just sit and read with them. curled up on the couch or somethin. just livin together really. 

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.   '39 BY QUEEN LMAO HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.    he loves to read !!! he love to reread his astronomy book and he actually rly likes to find old high school history books and go through them to figure out what the FUCK is going on, but he also likes to see the differences in how two different textbooks describe the same events.  LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.    left brain but brian would say that left and right brained stuff is dumb  FEARS.    never fitting in i guess?? at this point he probably a little afraid the association is going to send him back to space and he wont have a choice SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.    he a humble boy. he thinks what hes done is SO RAD but hes quick to build someone else up before him VULNERABILITIES.    HM. talkin too much i guess.

[moonlattae]

song game

rule: you can only repeat one artist and only one time, so we can all kind of spread new music to the people we tag. try to listen to at least one of the songs people recommend here.

Maria (@kunebula) i like what you did here... Declan Mckenna??  Fiona Apple?? Hello??? Michael Nyman?

1) one song you loved the first time you listened to and never got tired of?

Ray Charles- Hit the road Jack, this song has everything.

2) one song you cry every time you listen or makes you emotional?

RM- uhgood, i know i'm cheating here but ladies... when he goes "i feel so lonely when i'm with me" tears flow so easily.

3) one song that always makes you happy/smile?

Lady Bri- Makin' a move, makes me so euphoric and motivated! her songs have this great energy, positive messages, she's a gem but so so underrated!

4) one song that you would dedicate to your best friend and/or your family?

Lizzo- Soulmate, i want them to be this free, empowered and just ok with themselves.

5) one song with a production (the sounds, the beat, the mood) you love?

BTS- Black Swan, it is simply beautiful. the concept itself is gold and very valid: the fear of losing the passion, of becoming indifferent to what used to bring us fulfillment and happiness. The song is haunting and a bit heartbreaking and the coreography, the way they are dressed, the make up, the location! THE ORECHESTRAL VERSION performed by MN Dance Company!!! The attention to the details is delicious, everything is gorgeous here.

6) one song with perfect, amazing, outstanding lyrics?

Nina Simone- I wish i knew how it would feel to be free, for obvious reasons. the importance of this woman's music, her talent, everything in her screams legendary.

7) one song that you would recommend to anyone?

Fabrizio De Andrè- Dolcenera, his songs are stories beautifully written that have so many facets. this one is about solitude, about the Genova's flood in the '70, about this crazy lover who waits for a woman but she'll never come so he dreams.

8) one song you don’t understand why you like so much but you do anyway?

Tha Supreme- fuck 3x, italian trap music for teens, i hate it here.

9) one song that you think people in general wouldn’t like but you do?

Super Beaver- Fanfa-re, i want to specify: most people i know. Mainly because it's japanese music and here it's not that popular but Super Beaver are great.

10) one song people normally like and you don’t like or hate?

Ariana Grande- Thank u, next ... nothing against miss Ariana but her music is not my cup of tea.

11) one song you would call a masterpiece?

Aretha Franklin- Think, this song is legendary as the queen herself. The Freedom part!! the. freedom. part. an unforgettable masterpiece.

12) one song you recently (last 30 days max) discovered and really liked it?

HA:TFELT- Life Sucks, i really like how this is so raw and personal.

13) one song you listen to to get pumped like you wanna tear down the fucking government or something?

Hyuna- How's this? literally a bop to feel THAT bitch.

Tagging: @konohura & @skzyyxy 🌸

[teddylawrence]

struts onto the scene in my Big Cowboy Boots........ howdy, everyone!!! im bri im one of the co-admins here n im finna bout to go wild posting intros fr my Kids..... i wanna plot so bad w any newbies we have so if u like this im gna come running into ur IM’s at mach speed!!! :B

HARRY STYLES / CISMALE — don’t look now, but is that theodore ‘teddy’ lawrence i see? the 23 year old dramatic arts student is in their senior year and he is a rochester alum. i hear they can be charming, effervescent, temperamental and melodramatic, so maybe keep that in mind. i bet he will make a name for themselves living in turner apartments. ( bri. 22. est. she/they. )

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named theodore after the man whose supposedly his ‘father’ teddy obvs goes primarily by his nickname bc frankly? he’s quite ashamed tht his mother wld name him after such a lowlife tht he’s never even met before………

bt he can’t rly blame her, annie met theodore when she was jst 16 during a drug bender n was pregnant 2 months after they met, thinking they were rly truly in love n this was gna be the start of their family. theodore apparently had different plans bc he was out of there the night tht annie told him she was pregnant bt she had hopes tht he wld be back

she rly did try her best w teddy bc thts her flesh and blood bt once an addict always an addict n she was back in the drug scene like. months after teddy was born, and he was finally taken away when he was 2 bc the neighbours heard him screaming for hours straight after annie left him alone for 2 days to go searching for drugs n money

was in an out of foster homes and facilities fr a rly long time, saw some shit, a lot of the places he stayed at were truly horrific n were in it fr the money with literally no interest in actually being a parent or taking care of teddy so most of the time he had to fend for himself, esp at the all boys foster residences he used to stay at there were. some rly mean ppl there n teddy was pretty badly bullied a lot /:

usually ran away a lot to meet up w his mom, it became a bad habit esp bc sometimes she jst. was too high to even function and eventually they wld be caught, the longest he escaped for was maybe a week? before annie’s addiction caught up w them and she’d be caught in plain sight attempting to steal and smuggle money from ppl it was pretty shameful

finally when he turned 16 he met the lawrence’s n? all was right…….. they were actually a rly good family n had several fostered children tht also grew up in rough environments (including maggie played by neen!!), they were jst perfect tbh n teddy ended up taking on their last name n everything bc he loves them sm wipes a tear

was kind of a nobody in school until he was properly living with the lawrence’s, then he became pretty popular, did all the school shows and productions n ended up getting a scholarship for lockwood’s dramatic arts program

takes some meds fr depression he…… had a hard knock life y’all if he didn’t he wld truly be a lump on his bed sorta lifeless

has been in……….. a commercial or 2 before, he wants to make acting a full time thing bt fr now? his main concern is jst graduating n stuff so tht he has a back up plan sdghoisdhg

personality wise, quite the character. loud, exuberant, almost obnoxiously so. he was kinda robbed of a childhood so he’s got a bit of a childish, immature humour to him now. will do anything fr the vine……. jst rly loves attention and making ppl laugh and be happy. can be rude without meaning to be?

has both abandonment issues bt also commitment issues? it’s a right mess relationships were always horrific

he’s dating blake now tho (also played by neen lawl) which is like . terrifying to him bc he actually loves that bitch n is jst waiting fr the other shoe to drop where something goes horrifically wrong

was pretty heavily involved in the drinking/drug scene…….. he’s attempting to stay sober now since blake is, bt it’s…… not going too well

plot ideas: exes on good terms, exes on bad terms, they cheated or teddy cheated? or he jst dipped w/o reasoning, it’s something he wld do……… past fwb’s, a friend thts always warning teddy tht…. he shld chill bc he forgets he’s an actual living being sometimes tht needs food and water to sustain life, a bad influence friend who tells teddy staying hydrated is fr pussies then hands him a beer n offers him a line, best friends, they used to be friends bt someone fucked up, an unrequited crush mayhaps?? or a past mutual crush he cant dwell on now tht he’s w blake, someone he knew from the foster system?? etc. frankly the world? our oyster………. im down for anything and everything.