#or his... brian... (looks into the camera with a smug smirk)

[st4rstudent]

i wanna slap brian so hard his little fishbowl dome bursts and his brain flops out likea fish /silly

SAD!

[rawiswhore]

Leif Cassidy x Fem Reader- "I'm a Wanker"

Teenage boys are infamous for being very horny, that's a characteristic that comes with puberty.

While many professional wrestlers don't exactly have teenage gimmicks, in 1996 Marty Jannetty reformed his previous Rockers wrestling duo with Leif Cassidy---who would later play Al Snow during the Attitude era.

Leif Cassidy's gimmick seemingly was being a 1970's teen heartthrob stuck in that decade (hence his name being a mashup of 3 popular teen idols from the 70's), even though the man who played Leif wasn't even a teenager.

Even though the World Wrestling Federation was mostly family friendly and kid friendly still in 1996, they still had tidbits of naughtiness and edginess that year.

Stone Cold's Austin 3:16 promo, Brian Pillman pulling a gun out on Stone Cold at the end of the year, The Ultimate Warrior using profanity, Sunny wearing thong bikinis and Goldust giving blatantly gay vibes.

On a "WWF Superstars" episode that aired in 1996, before Leif began growing facial hair, you walked through the WWF building trying to look for Hunter Hearst Helmsley.

You walked down the hallways, and you stumbled by the men's locker room.

You didn't literally stumble by the men's locker room, as in trip on your feet, but you did come across it.

When you walked into the men's locker room, you came across Leif Cassidy standing in the middle of the locker room with his back turned in front of the camera, where his singlet was pulled down around his waistline, and one of his hands was placed in front of his crotch and motioning and pretending to masturbate his penis.

He wasn't really masturbating, it was just implied.

His long hair was hanging down throughout this moment, just the way you like how he looks, not to mention he thankfully didn't grow any facial hair yet.

Your eyes grew wide and your eyebrows raised while your mouth gasped, whereas Leif turned his head sideways and looked behind you, where he became startled, his body slightly jumping a bit and his feet stumbling, but thankfully he didn't turn his body around and show us his penis.

His hands grabbed his singlet and pulled it back up until it covered his crotch.

"What are you doing in here?!" Leif asked angrily.

"I'm so sorry!" you apologized.

"This is the men's locker room!" Leif stated and reminded.

"I'm know, I'm sorry" you repeated. "I was just looking for Hunter!"

"He's not here!" Leif snapped angrily.

Leif is usually not angry, but this time he is.

"Why were you doing that in the middle of the locker room?" you asked him.

"I was thinking of Sunny" he purred with a smirk on his face, his mood changing from surprised to smug.

"I thought you'd say that" you said.

He wasn't just thinking of Sunny, but also thinking of you, he just won't say it.

You turned around and walked out of the locker room, where as you walked, you disappeared out of the camera.

His eyes could look at the camera with a smirk on his face and admit he wasn't just thinking of Sunny, but you, too.

This moment was definitely edgy---especially in regards to the New Generation era, but it's pretty tame by today's standards.

It probably is a moment that they couldn't get away with in today's WWE due to the PG rating, but the WWE's infamous PG era has gotten away with a lot of edgy stuff.

[lokifantasies]

The Trial PART 1

Summary: The long awaited trial against Evan Nichols has started, and the foundation of the case against him has been laid out.

WARNING: GRAPHIC TORTURE AND SEXUAL ABUSE EXPLAINED.

Character(s): Loki, Thor, Jade, & Evan

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The trial is here. It's the day that your family has been waiting for since this whole nightmare started. Unfortunately, Loki and Jade are both adamant that you remain on bed rest for the sake of the growing baby, and you ultimately end up losing the argument when you try to force them to let you come. Loki assures you that he'll be by her side for the both of you – supporting her the entire time.

In the back of your mind, you know the stress of hearing and seeing the evidence would be too much for you, and no one wants to see anything happen to your baby. Thankfully, Thor also appears to support his niece and brother – sitting on Jade's right as Loki sits on her left.

"I don't wanna see him," Jade mutters – looking down to the floor when Evan walks into the courtroom with his parents.

The teenager looks like he's injured – his leg has a slight limp, and his eye is swollen and dark. However, the seventeen-year-old has a smug smile on his face – his ego being stroked when he sees the television cameras on him. He takes his seat in between his lawyers, and they group together to discuss something quietly. Loki, Thor, and Jade try their hardest to hear what they're saying, but they're speaking far too quietly.

"I don't understand how he could have a defense," Thor says to you and Loki. "How can anyone deny that he did what he did?"

You shrug. "I don't know, Uncle Thor. I just want this to be over with."

The prosecution begins their opening statement by laying out all the facts of the case and making it clear what Evan Nichols is being tried for. His charges are as follows:

- 1st degree aggravated kidnapping

- 1st degree sexual assault (with forcible penetration)

- 1st degree sodomy

- Conspiracy to commit a kidnapping

- Conspiracy to commit a felony

- Felony stalking

- Harassment

- Attempted murder

- False imprisonment

- Assault with a deadly weapon

The first few witnesses to testify are the first responders who saved Jade from the small space she was being held in.

"Could you please state your name for the court and how you became involved in this case?" the prosecutor, Mr. Jeff Bards, began to question the officer.

"Brian David Wilson. I'm an NYPD SWAT officer who responded to the 911 call to 4892 E Graves Road," the witness explains.

"What happened upon arriving at the address?"

The officer took a deep breath before speaking. "We, the SWAT team, forced our way inside the house, and we started searching. I began to hear some muffled pleas for help, and when I followed them, I came across the fake wall in the home's basement. After removing the fake wall, I discovered that there was a small crawl-space type room."

"Can you confirm what the photo on the screen is?" Mr. Bards asks – a photo of the tiny, dark space where Jade had been held showing up on the screen.

"Yes, that is the crawl-space," he confirms

"And where was Ms. Lokisdottir located?"

"She was located in the back corner of the crawl space. She came out from hiding when she saw me, and I pulled her out of the space," officer Wilson stops to take a deep breath and gather his thoughts – trying to push his feeling aside. "Afterward, I carried her out of the house and to the ambulance that was waiting outside."

There's silence as the officer exits the witness stand – looking towards Jade and Loki as he goes to take his seat in the rows. The other officers testify – stating similar things to what the first one did. Then, everyone hears the fateful words.

"The prosecution calls Jade Pandora Lokisdottir to the stand, please."

Loki and Thor wrap their arms around the shaking sixteen-year-old – remind her that they're right there, and if she needs to, just look at them and they'll help her.

"You can do this, my love," Loki says softly. "Just pretend you're having a conversation."

"Okay," Jade nervously breathes out.

Thor hugs his niece close before she stands up. "You are so strong, Jade...just like your parents. You got this."

Jade exhales and nods – trying to walk up to the witness stand without falling. On the way, she refuses to look at the defense's side of the courtroom – disgusted as to how anyone could defend Evan.

Oh well, everyone has a right to a defense.

For a moment, Jade looks towards Evan. A smirk appears on her face when she sees his injuries – wondering who she needs to thank for the revenge. Before Jade turns her attention away, Evan takes the chance to blow a kiss towards her – excited to watch the goddess relive the nightmare he put her through.

"Could you please state your name for the court?" the prosecutor asks – looking directly at Jade.

"Um," Jade's voice is soft against the microphone. "Jade...Pandora Lokis-Lokisdottir."

"And can you tell the court how you came to know the defendant?"

Jade takes a deep breath and exhales – looking towards Loki and Thor for support. "Ye-yes. Um, we met at the mall when my parents took me shopping before the school year started. That weekend, we went out on a date, and then we started dating."

"Were you and the defendant ever sexual?

"Not...really," Jade answers. "Um, we only ever had oral sex, but that's it. I wa-wasn't comfortable with ever going any further than that."

"So, there was never any consensual sexual intercourse?"

"No."

"How long were you and the defendant dating?"

"Four months."

"During that time, did the defendant act inappropriately towards you in any sort of way?"

Jade exhales. "Yes. The last night we hung out together, he tried to force himself on me, but he ran away and drove off when I yelled for my dad."

"Ms. Lokisdottir, can you walks us through the day of September 3rd?"

Jade shakes her head and exhales nervously – looking towards Loki and Thor for their support. This is the first time she's ever spoken about what happened to her, and hopefully, it'll be the last.

"I was...at school, and Evan told me he wanted to speak with me privately, so I followed him out into the parking lot to smoke marijuana and talk in his car. When we got to his car, though, he locked the doors, and he took off from the parking lot." Jade swallows hard before continuing. "Um...I begged for him to stop and turn around – just let me go back to school, and I wouldn't tell anyone. But he didn't. He kept driving – pulling a knife from under his driver's seat and holding it to my throat. I tried to do as he said – hoping that he'd let me go, but he never calmed down. When we arrived at his house, no one was home. H-he led me into the basement and pulled a dresser away from the wall. It was a secret room behind the wall, and he made me...uh...he made me take all of my clothes off, so I was completely nude. He put a collar around my neck, and he connected it to a bolt in the floor so that I couldn't move much. He left for, I guess a couple hours, and he left me in the dark room. I remember how cold it was. It was freezing...especially since I didn't have any clothes. When he came back, he started to...do things."

"Could you explain what things were done to you by the defendant?"

Jade's eyes begin to tear up – her breathing becoming staggered as she thinks about how to word the horrific abuse she had been put through. The looks of support from Loki and Thor, however, give her a strength that she didn't know she had.

"There was...a metal bar," Jade begins quietly – biting her bottom lip to keep her thoughts going. "He had a long lighter with him, and he started to heat the bar up. He was laughing when he pressed the hot metal to my thigh – smiling at me while I screamed in pain as my skin started to burn. There's still a burn scar on my left thigh. When the bar finally cooled down, he threw it to the side. He grabbed me by the chain leash and forced me down to my knees. With his other hand, he...took his penis out of his pants and pried by mouth open. He grabbed the back of my head and used my mouth to get himself off. No matter how much I cried, and begged, and pleaded, he didn't stop. He found it entertaining. It turned him on." Jade looks out to see Loki and Thor becoming angrier by the second, but they're trying their best to remain calm for Jade's sake – knowing that they need to be her support. "After he was...finished, he uh, forced me to lie on the dirty floor. I tried to keep my legs closed, but he punched me in the face, which caused me to jump. Before I could try to close my legs again, Evan had them spread, and he began to...force his mouth...on me. I felt his teeth bite me, and I knew I was bleeding, but it seemed to turn him on even more. H-h-he reached over and grabbed the metal rod again, and h...I'm sorry...can I just...a moment?"

"Take your time," the prosecutor assures Jade – maintaining a professional composure.

Jade exhales deeply – closing her eyes and trying to gather her courage to continue.

"H-he began to use the metal rod to...assault me. He shoved it inside me – giving me cuts and bruises. I was bleeding, but he continued to thrust it in and out of me until he was satisfied. I thought he would finally be done, and I thought he'd take me home, but then I felt him begin to...insert himself...his...penis...into me. I tried to kick him off, but he held my legs as tight as he could to stop me from moving. It...I'm pretty sure he was trying to cause me pain. Finally, I stopped fighting – wanting him to just hurry up and let me go. I tried to stop crying because I didn't want him to be anymore satisfied with himself, but when I felt his fingers start to go into...the other side, I started fighting again. He pulled me up by the chain, and he forced me to look into his eyes. I remember he said that I was now his slut, and he was going to break me until I learned to love it. After a couple of minutes...he...ejaculated into me, which later resulted in a pregnancy. Evan was still wanting more though, so he turned me over and held my face to the floor as he entered my backside. Again, ignoring my cries and screams for him to stop. I lost track of how many times he did this...I think I may have blacked out or something, or maybe my brain made me forget in order to protect me from the memory, but the next thing I remember was being alone, redressed, and I heard the police officers calling out for me."

"Thank you, Ms. Lokisdottir," the prosecutor says with a proud smile.

[ginisbetterthanfirewhisky]

What Goes Around Comes Around

A HBP missing moment...

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Harry woke up exceptionally early on the morning of 30th April, taking an obnoxiously long time (according to Ron and Seamus) in the shower, and taking particular care to flatten his hair. After Dean, Seamus and Neville went down to breakfast, Harry persuaded Ron to go on before him as it would take time. Ron threw a maddeningly Hermione-ish smug and meaningful look to Harry before he left. The mirror yawned. ‘Aren’t you finished yet? You’ve been standing here trying to comb your hair for over half an hour. It isn’t going to work, young man. Anyway, it looks like you’re planning to ask someone out. If you are, then that girl has probably always seen you in your unruly hair. Wasting your time like this won't help,’ it finished shrewdly. Harry felt a flush creeping up his neck. ‘I am not going to ask someone out!’ he said, worrying if he was being that obvious. ‘Oh, don’t lie,’ it said airily. ‘I recognize the signs. Your father and his cronies used to stay in this dormitory too, you know.’ Knowing it was useless trying to argue and flatten his messy hair, Harry gave up. It didn’t matter anyway, because his hair would soon stick out in all directions. Feeling incredibly self-conscious, and making a mental note that it was now or never, Harry walked out of the dormitory and the common room and headed towards the Great Hall. As he walked down the stairs, however, he bumped right into Nearly Headless Nick, and felt the familiar unpleasant feeling of being doused in a bucket of ice-cold water. Nick was looking very cheerful. ‘Good morning, Harry!’ he said jovially. ‘Hey, Nick. How are you?’ ‘Good, good,’ he boomed, in a rather Slughorn-ish fashion. ‘How are you, Harry? Haven’t seen you since that night near Gryffindor tower! Do you know that the Headless Hunt has finally agreed to take me in?’ ‘Oh, great,’ said Harry absentmindedly, scanning the Great Hall for a trace of flaming red hair. To his surprise, Nick chuckled. ‘Trying to ask some young lady out, aren’t you,’ he said to Harry’s utter horror. First that nosy mirror and now Nick? Why was everyone suddenly becoming annoyingly like Hermione? ‘I remember the old days… when I was trying to woo the beautiful Lady Constance Cummington,’ he sighed, looking ahead wistfully, ignoring the look on Harry's face. ‘Er… Nick, I am somewhat in a hurry, so…’ ‘Alright, alright, you can go on,’ said Nick vaguely, looking misty-eyed, and lost in his long reminiscence, still muttering things like “Duke of Brian” and “traitor”. As he moved ahead, he once again bumped into someone else. A short, over-enthusiastic, camera-clutching someone. ‘Hiya Harry!’ said Colin brightly. ‘Please don’t tell me I look like I want to ask someone out too, Colin,’ he said warily. ‘Huh?’ asked Colin, looking confused. ‘Actually, I was just asking whether-‘ , Colin began. ‘Uh, Colin, I’m getting a bit late, talk to you later!’ Harry felt slightly guilty for sidestepping Colin like this, but nobility and politeness had to wait. He would ask Colin what it was later. He had business to do. Urgently. Ron and Hermione were already seated on the table when he finally arrived. Both looked amused at his impatient state as he took a seat on Ron’s right and eagerly scanned the Hall once again. So much for being discreet thought Harry. 'Looking for someone?' asked Hermione, following his gaze. 'Huh? Er.. no. Just looking... just like that...' he finished somewhat stupidly. Hermione rolled her eyes. Harry helped himself to some pumpkin juice to calm his nerves. What was he going to do once he spotted Ginny? Just ask her if she would go out with him? What if she said no? Hermione had told him that she had given up on him ages ago. What if she didn't fancy him anymore? What if he ruined their friendship by asking her? 'Harry, can you hear me?' 'What?' asked Harry, turning to look at Ron. 'You-er-seemed a bit lost, mate.' 'Oh, erm, it's nothing... just-just thinking about the-umm- Horcruxes, yeah, the Horcruxes.' Harry knew very well that he was sounding extremely stupid, but he really could not help it. When Ginny did not arrive even after ten minutes or so, Harry threw caution to the winds. 'Umm.. Hermione... d'you know where Ginny is? I mean, she hasn't come down to breakfast yet... she usually isn't late...' he asked, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. 'Hmmm... well, maybe, she is with Justin Finch-Fletchley, you know... I overheard him telling Ernie that he really fancied her and was hoping to ask her out...' Harry choked on his pumpkin juice and didn't notice Hermione winking imperceptibly at Ron. 'What?!' 'Well, yes, but why are you so interested?' she asked, with the slightest hint of a smirk. Harry was saved from answering by a wonderfully familiar voice. 'Hey!' 'Hi!' Harry said automatically, turning around and literally pushing Ron so that he could make space for Ginny on his left. Ginny sat down, and helped herself to some toast and marmalade. What was he supposed to do now? Ron and Hermione were sitting right there... maybe he could ask her to a walk near the lake and... spontaneously kiss her? Should he stand up here right now and confess his undying love? Harry didn't realize he had actually half-risen from his seat until he heard Ron. 'What happened, Harry?' he asked with an amused note in his voice. 'Uh, no-nothing. I just- er- wanted some more juice,' he said, quickly taking the jug and pouring some juice into his glass so that no one would be able to see the blush forming on his face. He looked at Ginny out of the corner of his eye. She was looking really pretty, as she always did. She had tied her beautiful, long hair in a high pony and used an emerald green barrette clip to fasten them. Had he ever noticed how her hair turned hundreds of different shades during the day? Oh, well, he probably had, seeing that he had spent almost all Quidditch practices staring at her flaming hair. He heard Ron cough faintly and was recalled to his surroundings. None of his companions were talking, and Ron was looking at him with an half-amused, half-incredulous expression. Ron and Hermione then shared a look and grinned. Harry fervently hoped that the eye-catching was simply because they had sorted out their feelings for each other or something and were going off to find a nice, quiet broom cupboard, and not because they had noticed his obvious attraction towards Ginny. 'Come on, Ron,' said Hermione, taking Ron by the arm. 'You've finished breakfast, haven't you? You really have to complete that essay on Befuddlement Potions for Professor Slughorn.' To Harry's astonishment, Ron didn't argue and went up after Hermione. However, what astonished Harry even more was that Ron winked at him before going. Thinking it was only a trick of the light, he went back to wondering about how to ask Ginny out. Ginny broke the silence first. 'Have you heard about the recent development in the Holyhead Harpies team?' 'Why, what happened?' Ginny went off explaining Harry about their exchange players with Puddlemere United, and how this wouldn't be really good for the team. Harry heard her speak, admiring how her freckles highlighted her bright eyes, and breathing in the intoxicating flowery smell he had come to associate with Ginny. He vaguely registered feeling something wet in his elbow, and was shocked to see Ginny gripping his arm. Feeling goosebumps erupt in the arm which Ginny was holding, he looked at her. She was looking like she was suppressing a grin. 'Harry... you put your elbow in the butter dish...' Horrorstruck, Harry looked at his elbow, and sure enough, it was covered in butter, and hovering inches above the butter dish. Suddenly, Harry vividly remembered something very similar happening in the summer before his second year. Well, Karma had struck. He looked at Ginny once again, ignoring the blush creeping, once again, onto his face. She was smiling now, and suddenly, Harry wanted nothing more than to kiss her. Before he could act on that impulse, however, the bell rang loudly. 'See you later, Harry,' said Ginny, who was still smiling, but look slightly confused. Harry thought he saw a faint blush on her cheeks too.

*wrings hands nervously* How is it?

[connordavidscamera]

Living, Learning, and Filming Ch. 2 | Connor Brashier

A/n: This is the rewritten version of this chapter which was originally posted on my Shawn account.

Summary: Days spent together could bring you and Connor closer… or bring someone else closer.

Warnings: is this a little jealous!Connor? 

Word count: 1.7k

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Week 2

"Have you ever been in love?" Connor asks me.

I shake my head and tap a little at a spot on my nose. "I've been infatuated with a person. But no, never in love."

"Can you see yourself falling in love?"

I purse my lips, thinking it over. "Someday. I think maybe it just isn't the time for me yet. But it would be nice, I think, to find that comfort in someone. That someone that you want to spend every waking moment with."

I cringe at my answer, not because of what it was, but because in my head I can still see his face fall after I said it. He's so sure that I'll fall in love with him, but he's forgotten that this is a game. If one of us falls in love, we lose. But I guess we never discussed what would happen… if we both fell in love.

iMessage from: Hubby ;)

How's the editing going?

iMessage to: Hubby ;)

Think I need a break. Been at it for 3 hrs

iMessage from: Hubby ;)

Was hoping you'd say that

Before I even have the chance to ask what he means, his face appears on my phone. 

"What do you mean you're glad I said that?" I ask immediately after answering his FaceTime call.

"Well hello to you too."

I sigh, "Hi, Connor. Now what did you mean?"

"Come outside."

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm taking you to my place."

"And again I ask, why?"

"Because I want to hang out and Brian isn't home,” he says as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “Thought we could watch a movie or something."

"Connor, I really need to get this editing done. We have that check at the end of the week and -"

"So bring your computer. I can help if you need me to. Just come out, please? I’m bored,” he whines.

“But if I go-”

“If you don’t come down in five minutes I’m going up and getting you myself.”

“You don’t have my code.”

“I have another friend that lives in these dorms, I can have him let me in.”

I groan, “You’re too much. I’m not even ready. I haven’t put makeup on or anything.”

“Yeah, like you need it. Just put some shoes on and get your cute ass down here.”

I roll my eyes, “Whatever. I’ll see you in a minute.” I hang up before he can say something smug, which is likely. 

I slip into my favorite pair of jeans because, sorry Connor, but sweatpants is not an option right now. We’re not close enough for that.

---

“Y/n, look at me real quick,” I hear Connor’s voice from beside me and I sigh, rubbing my tired eyes.

“What?” I dare to glance over at him and he has his camera in front of his face, which causes me to cover mine. “No! Not now,” I whine, turning away from him, but he keeps recording. I try to focus on the overwhelming amount of video clips I have on the screen in front of me, but he’s distracting, annoyingly so. “Connor, I have to work on this.”

“Whatcha working on?”

“Our project, now please. Put that away,” I go to shove the camera away from me, but he catches my hand and laces our fingers. 

“Yeah, I’m working on it too. Gotta get you to fall in love with me somehow right?

I hum in response, feeling my cheeks burning up. His skin is so warm, and surprisingly smooth, I almost don’t want to let go. Almost. “Can I have my hand back, please?”

“Sure,” he lets go, but only after pressing a kiss to the top of my wrist. “Hey,” he says a minute later, camera still in his hand and facing me. 

“Hay is for horses,” I mutter, clicking a few keys on my laptop and watching the playback of the video. 

“What’s it gonna take for you to fall for me?” He asks, ignoring my comment.

“Stop trying so hard,” I admit too quickly. 

“And if I do, do I get to take you on a date?”

“Is this not one?” I smirk, giving him a side glance. The tops of his ears turn red, as do his cheeks, but only slightly. 

“It is if you stop working.”

I can’t help but laugh, “Alright,” I close my laptop and turn my body to face his. “Well?” I rest my arm on the back of the couch, my head leaning against my palm. “If I have to stop working doesn’t that mean you do, too?”

“Okay, okay.” He chuckles, “I can take a hint.”

“No you can’t,” I say jokingly before he turns off the camera. 

“I resent that. I can take hints.”

“Not when it comes to me, Brash.”

“How do you know I’m not just ignoring them?”

“Oh, I know you are. However, that’s not helping your case.”

“Fair enough.” he rests one arm on the back of the couch, his fingers just inches away from my elbow. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Depends on what it is.”

“When you said you’d never been in love, it had me thinking.”

“Okay. Should I be scared?”

“Have you ever had a boyfriend before?” He asks it like he needs to know the answer, his eyes so intense, looking into mine the way they are. It’s in this moment that I notice the slight blue that’s incorporated in his pretty green eyes. 

“Umm…” I casually reach for his fingers with my hand that was resting in my lap. “No.”

“Have you ever been close?” He questions, pressing our fingertips together.

“Define close,” I say, only focusing my attention to our hands and the way his skin feels under mine. 

“Have you been kissed?”

“Yes.”

“You've been on a date?”

“If group dates count.”

“Eh,” he tilts his head from side to side. “No, not really.”

“Then no,” I shake my head. “I haven’t.”

“We’re gonna change that,” he says matter of factly.

“Excuse me?”

“One more question.”

“Wait, Connor.” I look up at him and I feel pinned down by his intense stare.

“Why haven’t you ever had a boyfriend?”

I sigh and shrug, “No one’s ever asked to be.”

“They’re goddamn idiots.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I turn my head, focusing my attention to the movie on the screen, my fingers still playing with his, and he doesn’t move away.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?” I hum, not bothering to look away from the screen.

“Would you like-?” before he can finish his sentence, the door opens and we quickly separate. Well… I separate.

"Brash, I brought - oh shit. Hi," the redhead says, while the tall curly headed boy behind him closes the door. "You must be y/n," he comes toward us and I stand, - which prompts Connor to do so also - holding my hand out to shake. "I'm Brian, Connor's roommate. And this is Shawn," he announces when we release our hands.

"Hi," I smiled, "I'm y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you both," I say, still shaking Shawn's hand.

"The pleasure is all mine." Shawn says, but he's still not letting go.

Connor clears his throat from beside me and his hand rests on the small of my back, causing my skin to burn under his touch. "Shawn, good to see you. What're you doing here?"

I don't know what compels me to do so, but I sink into Connor's touch, just a little bit, and his arm wraps loosely around my waist. 

Shawn shrugs, "The usual. Got a little studio time, have a show I'm going to." 

Connor nods, "Well make yourself at home. Does anyone want something to drink?" He focuses his eyes on me, "Baby, you want something?"

I know I should tell him not to call me that, but it sounds so good coming from his lips that I just can’t. "I'm okay. Thank you."

---

"It's getting late," I say into Connor's shoulder while we watch Brian and Shawn play FIFA. They both suck at it though and Connor makes sure to tell them every once in a while.

"You want me to take you home?" He looks down at me, and you can tell that his eyes are tired; I'm sure they match mine all the same.

"Please?"

He nods, "I'll go get your stuff from my room," he mumbles just loud enough for the boys to hear.

"You're leaving?" Brian pauses the game while both Connor and I stand up.

"Yeah, I have an eight am tomorrow, so I should get going."

"Be right back," Connor whispers into my ear, his lips touching my skin barely. I almost moan at the contact.

"Hey, y/n, before you go…" Shawn tosses the controller to the side and stands, his long limbs causing him to stumble a bit. "Can I talk to you about something?"

"Uh… sure,” I wring my hands together in front of me and nod. 

He walks over to the small kitchen area and leans against the counter. "So, uh… I'm gonna be in town for a few days."

"Okay…" I slip my previously entwined hands into my back pockets.

"And I was wondering, and you don't have to if you're busy or something. But I'd really love to get to know you. And, again, if you're not busy, maybe you'd like to… go on a date? With me."

"Oh." Shawn Mendes is asking me out. He's asking me out and he barely knows me. He's asking me out and -

"There you are," Connor smiles when he sees me, but it quickly falters when he meets eyes with Shawn. "You ready?"

"Yeah, um. Can I meet you in the car? I just want to finish up this conversation?" I'm avoiding his crazy beautiful, green-blue eyes when I speak because I know exactly what my answer will be if I do look into them. 

"Sure hon. Take your time." He brushes my arm with his finger tips before leaving the room.

"There's something going on with you and Connor, isn't there?" Shawn asks after we hear the door close.

"No," I shake my head. "Well… I don't know. It's complicated."

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[irwinkitten]

you can’t stop | a.i

notes: so this was an idea that came up when i first started screaming to @spicycal​ about broadway!ash and then i spiralled because i started listening to the hairspray soundtrack and said the magical words ‘my head has got ashton playing link in hairspray and my mind won't shut!! up!!' and honestly it was one of the first things i started screaming at sarah about and it’s how we became friends because we’re musical nerds (read: clowns) and this idea wouldn’t leave me alone thus this was born. (also there is a part two in the works!) pairing: broadway!ash x plus sized female!reader warnings: a few swears but that’s it? word count: 2.3k

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When you stepped into rehearsals on the first day, it took some time to fully register that you were the leading lady of the show and not just a background character. You knew that today was all about breaking the ice, so to speak. 

You knew that over the years, your sense of humour had developed because of the kids you’d grown up with, the people who still made you feel uncomfortable about your weight, and you had turned it back on them.

So when they got to you, you grinned as you gave them your name and who you were playing.

“Don’t know if the extra weight gave it away, but I’m playing Tracey Turnblad. This is my first time as a lead character and the only way I break ice is by jumping on it.” It took a full second before the other actors started laughing, the director wearing a short grin as the atmosphere relaxed.

It was certainly more easier on your nerves than you’d anticipated because everyone had laughed and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding as the others introduced themselves.

And then your eyes fell onto the final person.

“My name’s Ashton, feel free to call me Ash. Can you guess who I’m going to be playing? Although, unlike our leading lady, it could be a difficult guess.” And for the first time in your career, you wanted to punch that stupid self satisfied smug look off his face. 

A few people tittered nervously, but you just snorted in response. You’d heard worse from directors.

‘You only have to deal with him for the next two years.’ You told yourself firmly. 

The first ten weeks were rehearsals. Normally it would’ve been six weeks, but since it was an entirely new cast, the producer had opted for the extra time to help the cast bond since this show run was going to be two years to start with. Opening night was far enough away that you could surprise your family, since you’d kept this job quiet from them.

As you began the warm ups, the director—who had introduced himself as Evan—moved you front and centre. 

“Right, I want to start off with your vocal range. We’ll have other duets fall in as we change the songs but keep it to mostly your songs before we move to ensemble. Once we know the ranges of you lot, our lovely composer Brian,” he waved out to the man who was leaning against one of the walled mirrors in the studio, “will be able to figure out if we need to change any songs.”

It wasn’t so much as brutal, but it put you through your paces. You realised quickly that this was certainly going to be a welcome challenge for you.

Ashton remained smug throughout his parts and it took everything in you to not slap the silly smirk off his face when it got to your duets. But you resisted, matching him pace for pace which surprised him.

When the first break hit, you were feeling warm as you took some water and the actress playing Maybelle—Jace—stepped up to you, braids piled up on her head as she lifted her water bottle in a toast to you. 

“So, first time being the leading lady, huh?” And you smiled. 

“I’ve been working as just an ensemble cast member for the last few years. I jumped at the chance for the audition with Evan and when I got the call back, I knew it was gonna be what I needed.” You shared a grin with Jace. 

A few other cast members came up to you. It was when the one who was playing Amber bounced over, her blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail, bouncing with her movements. 

It took you a second to remember her name was Cassie. 

“So you’re going to be my enemy for the foreseeable future.” Her tone was teasing, the grin on her lips disarming you for a second. 

“I mean, I guess?” You felt confused and she grinned. 

“Reckon we can be friends?” This had you relaxing instantly. 

“Don’t see the harm in that. And maybe when you’re in character you can teach Irwin good manners.” Cassie laughed as she slung her arm across your shoulders and looped her other with Jace’s 

“That man might be a good actor but if you get him to learn some good manners I think the gods would bless you.” 

When the day finished, both Cassie and Jace were convincing you to come out with them for drinks. And despite the hesitation, you couldn’t say no to their pleading faces.

“Is your place close by?” Cassie finally asked and you could feel a smile settle on your lips. 

“If you’ve already got stuff to change into, we can get ready at my apartment?” The offer was met with an immediate agreement, both girls split from you and began inviting others to the night out. 

You’d made fast friends with both of them by the time you were dressed up with a splash of makeup on. As the three of you left, it felt nice as you laughed at Cassie’s imitation of Ashton. 

“Hi, I’m Ashton Irwin and I’m a cocky son of a bitch who doesn’t like meeting new people.” Her tone and pitch had the two of you cracking up as you waited for the lift. When Cassie had pitched the invite to him, he’d rolled his eyes and told her that he had better plans. It certainly hadn’t endeared him to her with that.

It took barely ten minutes but by the time you reached the club where a lot of the cast were waiting, excitement began to ooze through your body. 

“First round of shots are on me!” You called out to the group, earning excited yells as you all headed in. 

With Cassie’s help—since she knew how many people there were—you got the order in and toasted to the lot of them. 

“May these runs lead up to incredible shows!” With the shot knocked back, Jace was quick to pull you to the floor, the music loud as the two of you danced the night away with the rest of the cast members.

—

You were furious. Beyond furious with Ashton.

He’d crossed a line. To embarrass you in such a way in front of so many directors, it hurt. 

When you got to rehearsals the following morning, your anger hadn’t abated. Jace wisely kept her own counsel as you changed into what you’d dubbed as your rehearsal outfit. Loose fitted tee-shirt and black leggings. 

“You realise that it’s final scenes today?” Jace had quietly commented, her eyes concerned and you could feel your temper bubble. 

“I can be civil with him when we’re on stage. But off stage? All bets are off.” You snapped, slamming your locker shut and making your way through. She fell silent, casting a worried glance with Cassie before they headed onto the stage.

You hadn’t even made it to the stage when a hand grasped your shoulder, pulling you deeper into the wings of the stage, further away from your castmates. Your fury ignited at the audacity of Ashton.

“Look, about last night-” he started, his voice quiet.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Irwin.” You snapped back, cutting him off as you yanked your arm free from his grip. His shock at your reaction stunned him silent. 

“What? Nothing to say to me? Nothing to say to me after you embarrassed me in front of every big fucking name in the industry? Nothing to say to me after saying that my family shouldn’t bother for opening night since I’m going to mess it up?” You didn’t bother keeping your voice down. The director knew you and Ashton didn’t get along well, but you were able to work with him. 

“I just wanted to say-” He tried again but you cut him off.

“You wanted to say what, exactly? That you’re sorry? I don’t want your fucking apology. It’s worthless. You could be the king of fucking england and I still won’t give you my time or attention anymore, unless it’s directly related to work. Now back off.” You snapped, pulling away completely and leaving him stunned.

“Ooo, do we need to be having words?” Cassie teased and you took in a slow deep breath, pushing down your anger towards him so you wouldn’t snap at Cassie. You knew she meant well she always did, but you were still too angry, too hurt to not take it the wrong way.

Evan gave you a lasting look, tapping his fingers on the script. 

“Dance rehearsal today. We’ll work on the scenes later and tomorrow.” He announced, earning groans from the ensemble. Ashton slipped onto the stage quietly. 

You threw Evan a grateful look and he simply nodded as he clapped his hands.

“Chop chop, we don’t have all day for this. We’ll go from where the girls are fighting to be seen on camera.” As the cast rearranged themselves, you stepped over to the corner from where you’d come down. Cassie winked at you and you offered her a weak grin. 

“From the top!” 

-

After you’d yelled at him, Ashton had done his best to keep out of your way before opening night. But on opening night you knew you had to call a truce. 

Knocking on his dressing room door, you waited quietly before you heard him knock something over in his haste to get to the door.

As he pulled it open, his eyes widened in shock to find you standing there in front of him.

“Can I come in?” Your voice was quiet and it took him a moment before he nodded and stepped back, letting you in before closing the door behind you. You had to try and ignore the fact that he was half dressed, his shirt clearly hanging from the back of the chair.

He offered the small couch that was in the corner of his dressing room, pulling the chair over to sit in front of you and suddenly you felt your courage and words disappear.

“So, did you need something?” His voice was hesitant, and you couldn’t exactly blame him for that. Ever since you’d verbally smacked him down before rehearsal, he’d done his best to avoid pissing you off outside of rehearsal. 

His question pulled you back to that moment and you felt your courage return, taking a slow deep breath.

“I’m calling a truce between us. Or at least, a truce between my attitude and yourself.” Although you’d been well in the right to be so angry with him and continue the treatment, he’d done everything he could to change that before backing off.

His jaw dropped at your words, sucking in a sharp breath as he processed your words.

“I-uh, don’t know what to say to that except, thanks, I guess?” You snorted at that.

“I’ve been so furious with you for what you did. You embarrassed me and made me look like some kind of pity pick. After working Broadway for years, do you know how much that hurt me? Hurt my career? ” His face flushed in shame as his gaze dropped to his hands that were resting in his lap.

“I hadn’t even considered...” He trailed off and you scoffed.

“Of course you didn’t. You’re the popular kid. The one people fight over to have on their team. You don’t need to consider other people’s feelings because everyone tries to cater for you.” You couldn't help the bitterness slip out with your words and his eyes lifted to meet yours.

“I really fucked up.” 

“That’s putting it lightly, Ashton. You single handedly nearly destroyed my entire career with those words. Evan had to tell me that he’d had calls from other casting directors who had other names to replace me if he needed it.” You could see that the message was sinking in for Ashton, the guilt etched into his face mixed with a look of horror.

“I’m so sorry, I- I never even realised-” You cut him off.

“The damage is done. Thankfully Evan managed to put them off from that and invited them to the opening night of the show. If we pull this off we could be working together for a lot longer than the two years we’re scheduled to.” A wry smile crossed your lips. “So don’t fuck this up tonight.” 

Ashton stared at you for a solid ten seconds before he started laughing. 

“You’ve got it, doll. How about we start over?” He held his hand out to you and you took a second before grasping his hand. He surprised you by bringing the back of your hand to his lips and without even realising, you’d rolled your eyes at his theatrics.

“It’s one thing to start over with me, but I think you need to start over with the rest of the cast too. Cassie is still fully prepared to scalp you for doing what you did.” He winced at that before letting your hand go.

“I guess I owe it to you and them to start over, don’t I?” You nodded at his words, watching as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“I know that everyone has their families in for the opening night and they’re going to want to celebrate this success with them. How about you start with the rehearsal tomorrow and see how that goes?” He nodded at that.

“I think I might just do that. And for what it’s worth, I truly am sorry for what I did and said.” Your eyes studied his face and you let the corner of your lips tug just a little bit.

“I know.” You leaned forwards and kissed his cheek before heading out, leaving him speechless.

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[asphalt-cocktail]

For the Sake of Content- Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Curiosity Killed the Cat 

Summary: After walking in on your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, cheating on you and then losing your job the following day; your find yourself broke, jobless, and single for the first time in a long while. In order to make ends meet, your best friend since college, Freddie, suggests you start soliciting explicit photos of yourself, not only to help boost your confidence but to help pay the rent for his band mate’s apartment you just moved into.

A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry this took me ages to write, I was having a bit of writers block with the chapter, but I finally got it out! I also finally got the plot moving and am hoping to make this around 15 chapters or so, maybe 20 if I can figure out some more discourse that could happen or something. But I’m open to suggestions for what the readers want to see! 

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex work, smut, fluff, some friendly banter between roger and reader, Dom!Roger, Angst, public kink, consensual filming, alcohol, smoking, mentions of cheating, idk its really just sex, not proof read

Word Count: 3.7k

The bar the boys played at tonight was dingy and small, per usual, but you found yourself not minding because you found that the dirtier the bar the better the beer and the better the crowd. You also had the company of Veronica while the two of you waited for the boys to go onstage, she told you about her night with John, apparently it went without a hitch and he loved the lingerie, as you suspected.

Roger pulled up to your side, slipping his hands around your waist and placing an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, “Do you want to do it before or after the show?” He murmured against your skin.

You felt your stomach clench and let out a soft nearly missed gasp before you shrugged him off “After, I wouldn’t want to ware you out too much.” You couldn’t help but drag your tongue along your lower lip in a tantalizing manor causing Roger to break out into a smug grin. You didn’t know why you wanted to make him wait, knowing what was coming made your nerves stand on end and caused you to clench your thighs together, maybe it was because you knew the build up would be worth it.

Roger’s face maintained his smirk and he slipped a hand under the skirt Freddie had helped you pick out and grabbed your ass in a less than graceful manor. You jumped and playfully shoved his chest, “Go set up your kit, rock star.” You joked as his hand lingered in place before he padded off.

The lights flickered on and off, catching the attention of everyone in the bar while your four favorite boys filed onstage and fiddled with their equipment and set it up. A murmuring hum of voices died down when the sound of the guitars tuning and tinkering on the drum set filled the room. It was loud, just how Fred liked it and you could feel the vibrations of Brian’s Red Special practically vibrating your teeth together and the beat of Roger’s bass drum thumping against your chest. You could already tell this concert would be good.

Roger twirled his sticks between his fingers and made faces at the girls in the crowd to rile them up, he wore his shawl with no shirt underneath and a pair of too tight jeans that he probably stole from the thrift store while his hair looked as though it was strategically messy. You couldn’t wait until he took you in the bathroom and fucked you against the bathroom stall.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of Brian’s fancy guitar and Roger’s symbols crashed together and Freddie’s voice sang out. The lights flashed to the beat of Roger’s symbols and Freddie’s stylishly garish outfit flowed as he riled up the crowd with his movements. When the lights turned on, revealing their stage illuminated in red you couldn’t help but gape at them.

They truly all had magnificent stage presence. Brian and Freddie in their nearly matching outfits, John with his subtle head bobs that you knew would soon lean to him hopping about stage, and Roger’s brows furrowed with focus as he banged on his set for dear life.

The lights dramatically shifted to blue and Freddie stood confidently in the middle of the stage as he introduced the next song “It’s time for the” He took in a deep breath “Ogre Battle.”

Somewhere between the beginning of the concert and the small little drum solo break you saw beer, bouncing rhythmically on Roger’s drums as he threw his head back and spat. You could tell from the red lighting shined off his chest and the way his hair clumped together that he was covered in sweat. You quickly gulped down your beer before moving onto the next one you luckily had in your hand as your stomach clenched. His face was so determined, and his eyes looked wild, yet his movements seemed so effortless and the way he snarled into the microphone while he sang made you clench your beer a little tighter.

As they closed their show, Freddie has barely been able to say goodbye to the crowd before Roger was up, throwing his sticks off stage to some random audience member. He was now shirtless, except for the necklaces that layered his neck, and his hair was clinging to his face, shoulders, and back from the sticky layer of sweat that covered his body. He walked with long strides off stage, cleaning up his kit was the last thing on his mind right now.

It didn’t take him very long to find you in the crowd. Roger wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against his sweaty and sticky chest, “Bathroom, now.” He hissed into your ear before he pulled away and gripped your hand and pulled you through the crowd of people.

As soon as you entered the dingey two stall woman’s restroom Roger pulled you into the closest stall and gripped your wrists, slamming you against the cool metallic stall. The cold metal bit into your skin and you let out a breathy gasp which was quickly swallowed as Roger crashed his lips against yours in a messy heated kiss. Your teeth clanked together, and you laced your fingers in Roger’s tangled and sweaty hair.

Roger’s hand slipped under your skirt and you could feel him smirking against your skin, “This pretty pussy of yours is all wet for me, innit?” He asked, nipping at your neck.

You hummed feeling the stubble on his chin scrape against your neck, “Only for you,” you responded with a coy smile.

Roger pulled away and peered at you through his lashes, “So how do you want to do this?” He asked, his expression suddenly going serious.

You swallowed thickly and handed him your phone, the video camera already out and ready for filming before you pulled him into another hot open-mouthed kiss, “Just fuck me already.” You mumbled against his soft lips.

A soft laugh rumbled through his chest as he turned you over and pushed you down at an angle. Instinctively your legs opened up for him to nestle between them. He held the camera up and lifted your skirt up with his free hand, smoothing it over the round swell of your ass and lightly slapping it. You jumped and sharply inhaled as you felt him grind against your clothed and wet core, “Fuck me, please.” You pushed back against him desperately.

You could imagine the stupid cheeky grin on Roger’s face as the words left your lips, but your mind quickly went blank as soon as he pushed your panties to the side and the cool bathroom air brushed against you. You tensed ever so slightly, and your stomach filled with nerves; you could hear the sound of the crowd outside and the thrill of getting caught went straight to your core and made you throb. Roger’s hand dove between your legs and harshly rubbed your clit, not bothering to build up to the aggressive and almost overstimulating sensation. You cooed and your back arched at the sensation, “Quiet, love.” Roger mumbled as he slipped two fingers into you, “Don’t want anyone hearing how much of a slut you are.” He mocked as he pumped his fingers in and out of your wet core.

It felt as though the sounds of your wetness were echoing off the walls and slamming against your eardrums. You couldn’t help but whimper out as his rough fingers curled expertly inside you. Roger immediately pulled the out, “Turn around,” He commanded, a shiver crept down your spine and you turned around to face him. He’d taken off the silky little sash he had tied to his pants, “Open.” He demanded and cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks together to force your mouth open.

You winced slightly feeling your teeth biting into your cheek and, “What?” You asked now confused.

“I told you not to make any fucking noise, didn’t I?” He chastised before letting out a disappointed sigh, “Apologize.” He ordered still roughly holding your cheeks.

Your heart hammered against your chest and you followed his orders, “I’m sorry,” You whimpered and closed your mouth.

Roger shook his head, “I said open,” He lightly shook your jaw and forced your mouth open, “Since you can’t be quiet, I’ll help you.” He flashed you a cheeky smirk as you mumbled a soft thank you and opened your mouth. Roger slipped the silky and slightly musky smelling fabric into your mouth and you couldn’t help but pout a little bit.

You were quickly turned and pressed against the bathroom stall at an angle once again. Roger didn’t bother taking your panties off, instead he just pushed them aside and pushed in after he slipped his condom on. The pace Roger set was ruthless and unforgiving, his hips slapped against yours in quick succession while your hands curled against the metal you were using for support. The metal bit into your hot skin and made your nerves stand on end while muffled noises spilled from your lips and into the silk barrier Roger had shoved into it only moments prior.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you rested the side of your face against the door, not caring how filthy it was in the moment. The door rattled with the force of your body slamming into it over and over again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Roger cursed through gritted teeth.

All of a sudden, he stopped and hushed the sounds of protest you whimpered out. The door creaked open and you could hear chatter among two women as they walked in. You turned to look at Roger, your face red on one side from the door and eyes hazy; his brows were tightly knit together but the expression of concentration was soon traded for something slightly more devilish.

Slowly he moved his hips back and forth at an agonizing pace. Your brain felt as though it was boiling in your head and soon your thoughts were filled with TV static.

“Oh my gosh did you see the band before?” One of the women asked.

“Yeah, what was their name again? Queen? God that one with the hair? What a snack.” Their conversation was practically flowing from one ear and out the other.

“The one with black hair? Oh my god, those curls were to DIE for.”

Roger rolled his eyes and lightly scoffed at the comments the women made regarding Brian while keeping his leisurely pace.  Your brows furrowed and eyes clenched tightly shut as you tried to maintain your composure with the two women in the room. For some reason the prospect of getting caught aroused you more and caused your walls to twitch around Roger’s length.  You could feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and desperately tried to hold back the whimper that was caught in the back of your throat.

The two women left the room and you let out a choked sob as your walls spasmed and clenched around Roger’s length. Your back arched and your breasts pressed against the stall door, lightly nipping through the fabric of your shirt. The overwhelming sensation and contrast of temperature caused your brain to go muddy and soon blank.

Roger gripped the meat of your ass tightly “Fuck, oh shit.” He hissed out as you continued to throb around him. He pumped in and out at a quicker pace, “You were such a good girl,” He said in a haggard tone. His hips slapped against yours, his climax still far off in the distance, “Not making any sound as I fucked you when they came in.” His breathing was heavy and labored as his orgasm came into view. “Fucking Christ.” He clenched his jaw and hissed out as he finally came, shooting into the condom and riding out his high.

After the two of you cleaned yourselves up in the restroom, Roger grinned up at you, still drunk with pleasure, “You were fucking brilliant.” He said, you couldn’t help but look at the sash that was once stuffed in your mouth and was now tied around his waist, a dark damp spot gathered on the fabric.

You shook your head, trying to clear it of the lewd thoughts, “If I was that great, buy me a drink.” You teased.

Roger’s face maintained his grin, “I can manage that.” He said and straightened himself up before moving to exit the stall.

You stopped and stood in the mirror and fixed your hair, Roger came behind you and wrapped his hands around your waist “You look great.” He said and kissed your shoulder softly.

You felt your heart clench at his words, “Thanks,” You mumbled under your breath.

Roger left the bathroom and a cool rush of air hit your back that he once covered. You couldn’t help but find yourself longing for the familiar warmth he brought to you.

Exiting the bathroom wasn’t any trouble, what you found trouble in was the questions you were battered with from Freddie as soon as you got back to the table, “Where did you go?” Freddie asked, leaning both his elbows onto the table while leaning forward.

You pursed your lips, “Smoke break.” You said smiling softly.

Freddie hummed and clicked his tongue against his teeth, “That must have been a long cigarette for you to be gone for thirty minutes.” He said and tapped his chin, looking over to Roger, “And what about you?” He pressed.

Roger shrugged his shoulders, “Fucked some girl I saw in the crowd in the bathroom.” He said as honestly as he could. You tried to shoot him a look, but he didn’t even give you a second glance.

Fred grinned “You dog, Rog.” He said, slapping his friend on the shoulder. Roger surged forward and coughed up what he inhaled of his drink as it splattered all on the exposed skin of his chest.

You let out a soft huff before slamming the rest of your drink down and getting up, “Anyone need another drink? I’m going up to get one.” You said pausing for a moment.

Veronica raised her hand, quickly finishing her drink, “I’ll get a refill.” She said scooting out past the boys.

The two of you walked up to the bar and patiently waited for the bartender to wait on you, “So where did you really go?” Veronica said with a sly smirk playing on her face.

You shifted, nervously tapping your fist of money on the bar, “I don’t you, to the bar.” You couldn’t hide the smile that gave way the fact that you were lying.

“Come on, I won’t tell anyone.” She leaned closer in, hoping you’d spill.

You let out a deep sigh, “I was with Roger.” You rushed out.

Veronica gaped at you, her mouth hanging ajar and eyes wide “You where what!?!” She shouted, “You and Roger!?! Shagging!?!” her voice continued to raise in pitch as her disbelief increased

You quickly pulled her close and shushed her, “Please don’t tell anyone!” You pleaded, “It’s nothing, really, just casual.”

Veronica grinned manically at you, “How is he? Does he live up to the hype?” She pried, “I mean he must be in order to shag in the bathroom…”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “I mean, yeah, he’s fine.” You bashfully averted your gaze. Veronica’s smile suddenly fell, and her eyes narrowed as she looked over your shoulder; you turned and followed her gaze, “What?” you pressed struggling to pick out what had soured her mood so suddenly.

She nudged her direction, helping to give you a general direction of where to look and then you saw it, Roger was talking to a pretty girl. You could spot her dark hair and olive skin tone even in the dimly lit bar. You pursed your lips, “Who’s that?” You asked, seeing Roger break away from their hug and keep his hand on the small of her back.

“Roger’s ex-girlfriend. Dominique.” The words dripped from her mouth like sludge.

“I’ve never heard of her before.” It was the truth, neither Roger nor Fred had mentioned her at all.

Veronica sighed and turned towards the bar, finally ordering drinks for the both of you, “They were together for three years, broke up shortly after John and I started dating.” She turned towards you, “Didn’t you ask Fred, why Roger had been looking for a new roommate?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I didn’t think of it,”

She pursed her lips, “I don’t know a lot about their breakup, but I do know Roger was heartbroken, didn’t see the poor lad for weeks.” She hummed and sipped her drink, “He broke it off with her though, I know that much.” She paused for a moment, glancing back over at Roger, “Fred didn’t like her very much.” She added before she began walking back towards the table.

Veronica slipped back into her seat next to John and you searched the table but found that there were no more open seats, Dominque had taken your spot and was happily chatting away with Roger. He was grinning from ear to ear and for some reason, it made your stomach churn.  You turned towards Fred, his brows were tightly knit and his lips were pursed together before he finally caught your gaze and flashed you an award winning smile.

“Dom!” He said catching her attention, “This is [Y/N], Roger’s new roommate.”

Dominique looked you up and down slowly, as though she were inspecting every inch, “[Y/N]!” She grinned at you, “Dominique.” She reached her hand out for you to shake which you graciously took and grasped firmly, “How is it living with Rog?” She smiled and scrunched her nose.

You couldn’t help but let out an awkward laugh, “Oh, well, you know,” You shrugged, “He eats my food and struggled to do dishes, but he isn’t too bad.”

Roger scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes, “I told you if you don’t want it to be eaten, mark it!” He teased you.

Everyone conversed through out the night, but you continued to stand awkwardly to the side. You felt as though you were now looking at a group with established dynamics and history, they were catching up like old friends and here you were intruding. You weren’t even friends with anyone else in the group beside for Freddie, sure you and Veronica were now close acquaintances, but you still felt as though you were cast out.

You didn’t know what to say or how to interact, so you did the first thing that came to mind. You slammed your drink and raised your glass, “I’m going to get refills, anyone want to tag along?” You asked, looking around the table, to your surprise Brian stood up.

“I’ll join.” He said finishing the last little bit of his beverage.

Going to the bar with Brian didn’t make you feel more comfortable, if anything it made you feel more uncomfortable than you had before. His tall lanky frame dwarfed you and his hair and eloquent speech intimidated you. Not to mention you had maybe said five words to the guy in the entire time you’d known him. Brian flagged down the bartender, “Scotch and coke,” He ordered before turning towards you, “Do you want anything? I’ll buy as a thank you for getting me away from that insufferable woman.” He grinned at you with a surprising amount of playfulness.

You couldn’t help but grin back, “Surprise me, but no dark liquor.” You said and within the minute Brian had handed you what you could assume was something mixed with vodka. “No fond of Dom?” You pressed, hoping for some answers to your curiosity.

Brian scoffed, “Not in the slightest.” He said, leaning against the bar and stalling on going back to the table, “Roger was a right bitch when he broke up with her.” He sighed, “He’s already a bit of a pain but that made it worse.”

You smiled, knowing Roger and Brian bickered like brothers, “Why’d they break up?” Curiosity killed the cat and frankly, you were begging for it.

Brian pursed his thin lips, “I think she cheated on him or something,” He let out a deep sigh, “It wasn’t like a one off, it was like she had a whole different long term relationship going on at the same time.” He shook his head.

You frowned probably knowing how Roger felt in the moment. “It’s a shame,” You said and cleared your throat, “Roger’s an idiot but he doesn’t deserve that.”

Brian raised his glass in agreement, “We should head back.”

By the time you returned with your drinks, Roger and Dominique were whispering and giggling quietly to each other. Your frown got deeper every time you heard one of them giggling, so once again you downed your drink, allowing it to fuel your sudden need to go home, “I’m catching a ride back.” You said suddenly and grabbing your jacket off the back of the chair.

You didn’t know if it your brain was muddied from the sex or what, but you needed to leave before something happened. Fred perked up and glanced at you, “Do you want anyone to ride back with you?” he asked.

You shrugged, but then quickly followed it with a head shake, “No, Roger’s a little preoccupied and I don’t want to trouble any of you.” Your words sounded bitter and you couldn’t hide it anymore.

It didn’t surprise you when Roger didn’t bother to look over at you as you said your name or as you left.

Your ride home was quiet, and you made polite conversation with your driver, but still the bitter emotions seeped out of you like sweat. Even as you readied yourself for bed you couldn’t help but stair at the ceiling, silently hoping you’d hear the familiar sound of Roger stumble through the door and drop his keys like he usually did on nights out, but you didn’t. Instead you just heard the unfamiliar creaks of the apartment building as it settled.

NOTE: Hi again! I just wanted to add that this chapter doesn’t mean any slander towards Dominique, it's literally just for the sake of advancing the plot and causing some spicy drama  

[vindogy]

happy prompt: everybody lived, they' re all roommates, it's several years in, everybody's generally worked out their interpersonal issues ( alex included ) , and they all go together to a rowdy screening of a classic bad movie

Everyone is here!!!

Also the obvious choice for the bad movie is The Room but I feel like that’s been beaten to death by now so I’ll do a more niche one

“We could be doing a million other things with our time that are more productive than this.”

Tim stood in an authoritative pose, resting his hands on his hips as he gave the three behind him a disapproving look. Brian instantly grew a wide grin, letting Tim know preemptively that a cheesy quip was coming his way.

“Well Timmy, if you’re up for filing taxes or doing calculus problems, be my guest!”

Jay smiled as well, much to Tim’s disapproval. The group was at a local cinema, getting ready to watch a movie for the first time in years. Though Tim was happy to finally do normal friend group things, he wasn’t content with the movie choice everyone had agreed on. He turned around and stared the person in the booth with absolute contempt. The ticket salesperson awkwardly looked away, hoping that Tim would just get the tickets and leave already. Unfortunately, Tim wasn’t quite ready to let this slide. 

“What is everyone else doing?”

Alex piped up, his voice still somewhat lacking the warmth it had all those years ago, but still friendly enough to show Tim that he was truly back to normal. 

“Well, Amy’s studying for her finals, Jessica’s doing some shopping down at the strip mall, Seth’s at therapy, and Sarah is… doing Sarah things.”

Tim sighed, slowly realizing that he had no choice but to go through with this movie. 

“Sorry Tim, but everyone is go- busy. Everyone is busy.”

Alex blanked out for a second, a look of worry spreading across his face.

“Everyone is busy. That’s what I meant to say. Everyone is busy.”

Alex shuddered as his spaced out expression turned into one of extreme worry. Luckily, Jay had sensed that Alex was beginning to panic.

“It’s alright Alex. Don’t worry, we’re all okay now. C’mon, let’s get some popcorn.” 

Jay guided Alex to the concession stand, rubbing his back and reassuring him all the way there. Tim was concerned. He knew it wouldn’t be easy going back to normal after what they’ve all been through, but it still pained him to see reminders of it everywhere he went. He was sure everyone else felt the same. That fateful day was as clear as ever to him. He was so sure that everyone had died, and that all that was left to do was killing Alex. 

The final confrontation was horrifying to say the least, and it was immortalized forever by the camera that recorded it all. Right when Alex had him in a choke hold and Tim felt that all hope was lost, a sudden intruder came in and took Alex by surprise. Standing tall, blood dripping from his scalp, and a bloody grin across his face, was Brian. Somehow, he had survived the fall and managed to escape The Operator’s dimension while it was distracted in the fight. Standing behind him was Jessica, who had Jay cradled in her arms. He was pale and unconscious, but still breathing. With Brian’s help, Tim managed to incapacitate Alex and tie him up. The group went to the hospital immediately after, all admitted into emergency care. Alex was still violent and lashing out, and had to be admitted into a psych ward. But to Tim’s absolute shock, the friends he was so sure were gone had all survived. Brian and Jay were hospitalized for their injuries, while Jessica, Tim, and Alex were all admitted to therapy. Brian, however, kept telling the doctors that “there are still more survivors”. By some miracle, Brian had found everyone trapped within The Operator’s dimension, and had pulled out every single one. Seth, Amy, and Sarah were all found alive with severe injuries, but alive nonetheless. Everyone was nursed back to health and admitted to therapy, with Tim recommending that they all take the same medication he did. It was an absolute miracle. After that, The Operator never bothered them again, presumably because it had lost all of it’s victims that it spent so long trying to get. Tim never knew what happened after that. Maybe it was off harassing some poor dudes in New Jersey, or maybe it died. He hoped for the latter. 

It took one month for Alex to recover. The nurses stated that one day during a violent episode, he dropped to the floor and began crying heavily. He asked if his friends were alive, begging to see them. When he was eventually let out, he gathered everyone and spent an entire day begging for forgiveness and apologizing for what he had done. He especially apologized to Tim for all the torment he was put through. Tim remembered hugging Alex as he cried into his chest, tearing up as well. Not tears of sorrow, though. Tears of relief. From then on, everyone had decided to stay close and live life as best they could. Their relationships were unbreakable because it was forged in hell. 

“Hey, Tim-Tam! Wake up!”

Tim looked up, grunting as he was broken from his daydreaming. Brian grabbed his shoulders and shook him around, causing Tim to fully snap out of it, much to his annoyance. He grabbed Brian’s arms firmly and raised them above his head. 

“I’m awake. And I told you not to call me that!”

Brian smirked, Tim already knowing exactly what was coming next. 

“Whatever you say, Tim-Tam!”

Tim squinted at Brian, before putting on a grin of his own. Without a word, he effortlessly hoisted Brian onto his shoulder. Brian squirmed around, surprised at Tim’s show of strength. 

“Alright, alright! Enough with the gun show, tough guy! Movie starts soon!”

Tim obliged, but didn’t put Brian down. He walked over to the counter, Brian still over his shoulder, and placed a twenty dollar bill down. 

“Four tickets to Tremors.”

The salesperson hastily gave him the tickets, somewhat intimidated by the fact that he was effortlessly carrying a grown man taller than him over his shoulder.

“E-enjoy the move sir!”

Tim gave him a polite smile before taking the tickets and finally heading towards the cinema. Brian struggled to escape, but Tim had a firm grasp on him. After all, he had quite a but of experience with this. 

“C’mon Tim-Tam! How’re you gonna eat popcorn like this?”

Tim continued walking, taking amusement at Brian’s attempts to escape. Jay and Alex immediately took notice when Tim approached. Alex took the chance to make a joke. 

“Hey Tim you uh, got a lil something on your shoulder.”

Tim smiled and gave Brian a pat on his butt. 

“Yep. He’s little alright.”

“Wh- I’m taller than you???”

Tim let out a laugh at Brian’s response. There was still some time before the movie, which meant more time to mess around. Jay had the same idea. He had gone behind Tim and was feeding Brian popcorn. Tim took notice and turned around. Jay smiled and attempted to feed Tim as well.

“Hey Alex! Come over here for a sec.”

Alex listened and went beside Jay.

“Take his popcorn.”

Alex raised an eyebrow at the strange suggestion, but did so anyway. Jay pouted as he reached to get it back. Perfect. He was distracted. Jay was taken by surprise as he too was hoisted onto Tim’s shoulder. He yelped and attempted to struggle. Alex stood wide eyed at Tim’s amazing yet unnecessary show of strength. A few bystanders stared as well, much to Brian and Jay’s embarrassment.

“Alright tough guy, you made your point. Can you put me down now?”

Tim smiled as he shook his head.

“Nah. I think you guys need some assistance getting to the theater anyways.”

Tim walked towards their theater, not slowed down at all despite carrying two taller men. Alex followed close behind, struggling to carry a few buckets of popcorn and drinks.

People continued to stare as Tim walked into the theater, Brian and Jay still held firmly in his arms. Finally finding a good place to sit, Tim finally let go. The two dropped onto their seats and looked up at Tim. He made an exaggerated show of flexing his biceps at them, before sitting in between them. He draped his arms over the both of them and pulled them in for a hug. 

“Alright you little bastards. You wanted this, so you better stay for the entire screening.”

Alex clumsily made his way towards the group, a few kernels dropping from the bucket. Right when everyone thought he would drop it all, he sat himself down, securing every bucket and drink firmly. Brian gave a slow clap, mildly impressed at Alex’s balance.

“Good job buddy. Pass some of that here, will ya?”

Alex handed a bucket over to Brian. He turned over to Tim, shoveling a few handfuls of popcorn into his mouth.

“Hey, Tim-Tam. Take a look around. Y’know what I see? No people!”

Tim turned around. There was nobody else in the theater besides them. 

“That’s cool, but what did I say about calling me that?”

Before Tim could react, a handful of popcorn was launched into his face. Wiping it off, he glared at the attacker. Brian was now perched on a seat a few rows away, smug grin on his face and a bucket of popcorn in his arm.

“What you gonna do about it, tough guy?”

Tim sighed as he rolled up his sleeves and stepped over the seats. 

“Alright. You wanna play this game, so be it.”

Brian scrambled away as Tim narrowly missed his leg. Another handful of popcorn was thrown his way. Thank god it wasn’t buttered. Tim grunted as he got down on all fours and rushed towards Brian. Brian yelped at the sudden change and ran up even more rows. From below, Jay and Alex were watching the whole thing go down.

“Should we stop them?”

Alex nervously looked at Jay. Jay shook his head and smiled.

“Nah. This is way better than the movie.”

The two ate their popcorn as they watch Brian and Tim play cat and mouse in the large theater. Tim had a hard time grabbing Brian, but if he did, it would be over. Brian was doing a great job pelting Tim with popcorn, but was beginning to run out. He called out to Alex once more.

“Throw me another one!”

Alex paused, then fumbled as he winded his arm back, ready to toss the bucket over. Unfortunately, he never was much of a pitcher. The bucket flew across the air and smacked Brian straight in the face. That one mistake was all Tim needed. Alex winced as he witnessed Tim body slam Brian onto the floor. Before he could ask if they were okay, Tim spoke up.

“Gotcha! Look who’s little now!”

Brian squirmed under his grasp, but was once again unable to escape. He stared up at Tim, who was panting from the sudden physical activity. The two locked eyes, staring at each other for a few moments. Brian finally responded.

“Well, it’s still you.”

Tim frowned and tightened his grip. He stooped closer to Brian’s face.

“I’ll give you one more chance. Take it back or I’ll make you suffer.”

Brian was mildly concerned, but his need to a smug bastard overshadowed any worries he had.

“No.”

Tim sat up and began rolling up his sleeves even higher.

“Alright, you asked for it.”

Jay and Alex heard a sudden scream from Brian. They rushed over as he continued yelling, Alex especially concerned, fearing that an old foe might’ve returned.

“No! Stop! Get off!”

His worried immediately melted away once he heard Brian laughing. Tim had Brian pinned under him and was tickling him, refusing to let him go. Brian gasped as he reached out to Jay, his face red from laughter.

“Jay! You gotta help!”

His pleas were drowned out by more laughter as Tim went for his ribs. Jay decided to instead sit down and continue eating popcorn. 

“Sorry man. You got overpowered by Tim-Tam. Now you gotta face the consequences.”

Tim immediately stopped. He turned his gaze to Jay.

“What did you just call me?”

Jay immediately ran away. Tim leapt off of Brian as he began running after Jay. Alex walked over to Brian, who was panting heavily and clutching his stomach, still letting out a few giggles.

“You alright Brian?”

Brian wheezed as he composed himself, his face still red. 

“Yeah I’m good. But c’mon! Jay’s next! I can’t miss this!”

A loud laughter from the other side of the theater signaled that Jay didn’t last long. The two immediately ran over. The movie continued playing in the background, completely ignored by everyone. There were much more entertaining things going on. As Tim sat over Jay, smiling as he laughed under him, he felt happiness spread within him. It was good to have a friend group again. 

[freddie-mercurial]

Okay. So. How does Freddie react if he ever EVER gets Brian into leather?

Okay so here’s the thing: he does.

Freddie begs.  He pleads.  He bargains.  Brian just isn’t a fan of the leather look, definitely doesn’t think much of putting it on himself.  He knows he’s only going to feel self-conscious and ridiculous in it, which isn’t sexy for anyone.  Freddie tries every trick under the sun to persuade him but Brian won’t budge.

And then the Crazy Little Thing video.  As it happens, Brian doesn’t think the leather is Freddie’s idea this time.  He decides on his own outfit, which is of course leather head-to-toe, but it’s their director who suggests they kit the rest of the band out in a similar style.

It’s for the video and all of them are doing it, so Brian doesn’t think much of it.  He refuses to put on leather trousers but gets dressed up in a pale pink shirt with a biker jacket over the top, tight black jeans, and finds some sunglasses to top the look off.  He actually quite likes it when he looks in the dressing room mirror and grins at himself, despite the fact that they’re insisting he use a bloody Telecaster for this record rather than his own guitar.  

Freddie takes longer to get ready; he has stylists fussing over his hair, slicking it Elvis-style for him, so he doesn’t see Brian until he walks out onto the set to start filming and stops dead when he catches sight of him.

Brian smirks and coolly lifts his head in greeting, having the pleasure of watching Freddie turn wonderfully pink as he stares at him.  They can’t do anything, they’re about to start rolling, but Freddie doesn’t move.  Can’t move.  Someone actually has to shove him in the back to get him out into the stage area and he stumbles, walking right past his mark on the stage and up to Brian.

“You—darling, this is—”  He reaches out and plucks at the zip of Brian’s jacket.  “You look—.  I…”

Lost for words.  Freddie Mercury, lost for words.

Brian can’t help but feel a bit smug.  “You like?” he asks lowly, looking over his sunglasses and leaning in so only Freddie will hear him.

He can see Freddie swallow. 

Freddie opens his mouth but nothing comes out and he nods.

“Oh?  How much?” Brian asks casually, glancing up to make sure nobody’s waiting for them specifically, but the director is still stood huddled with some of the technicians so they’re fine for the moment.  

“So much,” Freddie gets out.  “If we weren’t filming a fucking video right now, I’d…”  He trails off and Brian arches an eyebrow, very keen to hear the end of that sentence.

“You’d what?”

“Right!” their director calls from behind, clapping his hands.  “Marks, please!  Let’s run through that first bit of blocking, this isn’t gonna be the final take but we’re gonna roll cameras and see what we come out with so don’t fuck around, please.”

Brian actually likes this guy, Dennis; he doesn’t fuck around and he isn’t afraid of them, but right now he wants to slap the man as various aides come over and shuffe Freddie away from him, getting him into position, and pull Brian onto his own mark.

The director yells action and the track starts playing over the speakers.  Brian begins strumming, looking down at the guitar.

Freddie’s meant to start walking down the catwalk on the second bar but Brian plays it through and Dennis yells, “Cut!  Freddie, that’s your cue!”

The music stops and Brian looks up to see Freddie giving his head a little shake, dragging his gaze away from Brian, who had apparently distracted him.  Smug doesn’t begin to cover what Brian’s feeling.  

“Sorry, sorry darling,” Freddie says quickly, taking up his position.  “Go again.”

They reset and start over, and Freddie starts walking this time, marching up the aisle.  He’s meant to turn in the middle there and start singing from between Brian and Deaky but he doesn’t.  Instead he does what he’s done a hundred times before and sidles right up to Brian, arching his hips into him and throwing his head back as he sings.

Dennis doesn’t cut this time, not until they’ve ran the whole first bit, but when he does he walks directly up to Freddie.

“Fred,” he says firmly.  “You’re meant to stop here and turn and sing that first verse.”  He points at the mark, two feet away from where he’s actually been standing, glued to Brian.  “I want to run it through with some improv from you in some later shots but I need to get this first.”

“Sorry, sorry!”

It takes several goes for them to get it; Freddie keeps looking the wrong way, away from the camera, or not turning enough, or standing too far to his left and watching Brian rather than focusing on the video.

Then when he manages to get all that done and he’s supposed to do a quick turn for the dancers to come in, he spots Brian again and forgets to sing along to the next lines.

He’s spent days working the steps through with the dancers but all of a sudden it’s like he’s never heard the song before, flailing all over the place, stepping the wrong way and crashing into people, turning on the wrong beats, not moving around the stage the way they blocked it.  Every time Dennis yells ‘Cut’ in growing frustration, Freddie guiltily drags his gaze away from Brian, who has inevitably caused his distraction.

They break for lunch an hour earlier than scheduled, possibly because Dennis is about to murder their frontman, and Brian hands the guitar off to a roadie before walking up behind Freddie.

“Come with me,” he mutters, low in his ear, and turns to walk off the set.

Freddie follows him at once, jogging to catch up, and Brian leads him into an empty dressing room.

“I’m sorry I keep ruining the video, darling,” Freddie says at once, evidently expecting Brian to tell him off.  “I don’t mean to, you know I don’t, you just—”

But Brian interrupts him with a kiss, chuckling.  “I’m not mad, Fred,” he assures him, reaching behind him to make sure the door’s locked.  “You like this outfit, huh?”

“You have no idea,” Freddie breathes.  

Brian’s even still got the sunglasses on, it’s making Freddie crazy.

“I think if you’re any more distracted Dennis is going to quit in a rage,” Brian tells him, speaking right against Freddie’s lips because he doesn’t want to pull away, reaching between them to get Freddie’s zip open.  “So when we go back out there,” he continues, sliding a hand into Freddie’s trousers and wrapping his hand around him, “I want you to focus.”

Freddie gasps and tips his head back against the wall, pressing into Brian.  “It’s hard, darling!” he protests.  “You look so fucking sexy.  I need you, I need you like this.  You could fuck me now, please, Bri, and I swear I’ll do the rest of the video just perfectly.”

Brian, who knows Freddie far too well, doesn’t believe that for a minute; much as he wants to, if he fucks Freddie now, Freddie will only be even more distracted this afternoon and not at all inclined to film the video.

“I don’t think so,” Brian laughs, stroking him gently.  “You need to relax.  Focus on the shoot.  And later, if you’re good, you can show me just how much you like this jacket.”

Freddie’s eyes go wide.  “You’ll wear it back later?” he asks, barely daring to hope.

Brian kisses him.  “If you’re good,” he repeats.

Freddie sighs, gripping Brian’s shoulders.  “You really know how to drive a hard bargain, my love,” he says, groaning as Brian tightens his fingers around him.  “Can I at least blow you now?”

So fucking tempting.  “No,” Brian says, though he does grab Freddie’s hand and guide it to the crotch of his own jeans.  “Just this for now, take the edge off.  But later,” he promises, lowering his voice.

He thinks he’s starting to see the appeal of all the leather, after all.

[bobbyonboard]

You and I [John Deacon x Reader]

Summary: Based off of some anons @deacytits was getting in regards to different articles of clothing you wanted the boys to be wearing/you wanted to wear while they fucked you, this just wouldn’t leave my brain until I word vomited it all out. John Deacon. Montreal. Leather jacket.

Warnings: swearing, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, it’s lots of build up and then just smut.

Word Count: 5.8k

Author’s Note: Okay, this is my first jump back into writing in a long time. Please be kind, I’m a very sensitive person LOL.

Montreal, 1981

The crowd was deafening before the music had barely started. You were standing just hidden enough behind a black curtain on stage right, arms crossed and a hand on your chest, almost trying to get your own breathing under control. Just two more, you thought to yourself. Tonight and the next night and then ‘The Game Tour’ would be over.

It wasn’t that the tour had been unpleasant; on the contrary, it had been amazing. Each city, each crowd, louder, bigger, and hungrier than the last. Being able to top it all off with a recorded performance? The icing on the cake.

Well, it should have been. But the director had been a bit of a prat, none of the boys agreed with his camera angles, his odd way of shooting. His incessant hounding of them for the project probably didn’t put the best spin on things either, but it would be good in the long run. That’s what Miami kept telling them, anyway.

The introduction was getting louder, the crowd wilder, and the lights above the stage were beginning to slowly open up, flashing every once in awhile and making the fans scream each time. With each glimpse of light, you looked over to see the faces of the boys you’d known for ten years, bathed in hues of reds, greens, blues, and yellows.

Brian was on the opposite side of the stage, and you could barely make out his face in the dark, only able to see his curls whenever the lights came back up. You glanced to your immediate left, seeing Roger start to head towards the back of the stage in a moment of darkness, shaking his hands out to relieve a mixture of nerves and excitement. Freddie was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, clapping his hands above his head and twisting at his hips, reminiscent of a fighter preparing for a match.

It was almost as if your eyes had instinctively saved the best for last. You looked slightly to Freddie’s left to see your husband of six years, John, nervously nodding his head to a beat that was playing in his own head, his bass held tightly in his hands. He didn’t spare a glance over at you and you weren’t the least bit offended. After ten years of doing this, they all had their own quirks and things they did before a performance, and you certainly weren’t going to get in the way of that. You just watched from your spot in the corner, your own nervous energy starting to bubble up into your chest.

You knew the introduction well enough now, that after a certain ‘clap of thunder’, you watched as John began to make his way onto the stage first, Roger climbing up behind his drum kit, and a guitar ringing through the monitors signaled that Brian had just come on stage as well. After a few opening notes, Freddie ran out behind them, and you let out a breath that you’d been holding ever since the lights had begun to flash. It was finally underway.

You were able to settle in comfortably in your viewing spot, your foot tapping to the faster-paced “We Will Rock You”, your fingers digging into your bare arms. It was absolutely freezing in Montreal, the highest it managed to get that day was a balmy thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit, so by this point in the evening, it was dipping dangerously close to the teens. But you knew how hot it got in every place they played, thousands upon thousands of bodies packed into an arena would make anyone’s body temperature skyrocket. So you opted for jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, knowing you’d prefer not to have to keep up with a jacket all night long. Besides, the only time you’d be outside would be the short, brisk walk from the venue to the limo that would wait for you and John outside.

When your mind drifted to your husband, you snapped out of the slight daze you were in so you could look around the stage for him. A small smile crept across your lips as you watched him dance across the stage during a particularly jamming section of “Let Me Entertain You”, and it was only then under the bright lights of the stage did you really get a good look at him.

He was wearing a monochromatic blue outfit, matching shades for his tight pants and shirt. The colors were only broken up by the bright white sneakers he wore, and a black leather jacket. Your shifted your weight slightly as you let your eyes rake over his entire body, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. God, he looked good. Really good. Especially good. Jesus, when did he get so…

You shook your head slightly as if the act would physically remove the thoughts from your brain. Of course John had always been sexy, it’s one of the things that drew you to him so many years ago. You’d seen him go through so many stages of style, hair, and clothes, but you had to admit, he seemed older, somehow. More mature. More sure of himself. Watching him strut around the stage, popping his leg in the air as he spun around, and before you even knew what was happening, your thighs were clenching together of their own accord.

Somewhere between “Play the Game” and “Somebody to Love” the leather jacket had been removed, much to your disappointment, but watching John’s muscles flex as he worked a particularly fast bass line, or the way his t-shirt stretched across his chest certainly wasn’t anything to complain about. However, your mind still drifted back to the image of him in that leather jacket every once in awhile.

Whenever there was a break or a particularly long guitar solo, you stayed tucked away in your corner of the wings. You knew they were all in a particular headspace for the duration of the show, so you just watched from afar as John paced around, sipping on whatever drink was in his hand before heading back out on stage.

Your heart felt a sudden tug, wishing you’d had more time with him before the show. You’d had to fly in separately, and had only made it about two hours before showtime. Just enough time to have a cuddle with your husband, laugh and talk with the group and the crew, and grab a bite to eat before they were being whisked away to get dressed and get ready. But you knew you’d have plenty of time later, and the thought calmed you for now.

When “Another One Bites the Dust” began to blast through the speakers, you smirked a little to yourself, hips popping from side to side just slightly. The song had been released just over a year ago, and you thought about how successful it was, how it really shot Queen to the top over in America, and how it had done absolute wonders for John’s confidence. It was the boost he needed, the extra push to really make him more vocal in rehearsals, to press for his songs to be included just like the others. You were beyond proud of him, your chest swelling as you watched him hop and bounce along the stage.

You still had chills every time you heard “We Are the Champions”, watching as the crowd sang along, the entire building coming together for those moments, and by the end of the song, when the boys were taking their final bows to Brian’s rendition of “God Save the Queen”, you’d practically forgotten about the leather jacket and all the sinful, dirty things you’d wanted to do to your husband.

You quickly moved over so you were waiting for them as soon as they got off the stage, feeling a little bad that there wasn’t anyone else there, family-wise. Chrissy and Dominique were both back in London, unable to make it for this leg of the tour, so you tried to make sure your smile was extra enthusiastic when they filtered by you.

“Wonderful, as always, boys!,” you grinned, pecking Roger’s cheek as he walked by, chuckling as his own smile was growing by the second on his face.

“It was, wasn’t it?,” he smirked, voice dripping with a smugness that made you want to roll your eyes, if it wasn’t for the tinge of pride that coated his words.

“If the fucking cameras weren’t so distracting,” Brian huffed, walking behind him, and you gently patted his shoulder.

“It’s going to be great, don’t worry about it. You were great,” you added with a small smile, and he gave you one in return, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Thank fuck that’s over!,” you heard Freddie shout, his voice scratchy and breaking on the last syllable. “Y/N, it’s wonderful to see you as always, darling,” he told you, leaning down to brush his lips against your cheek before running off, leaving you there just shaking your head, unable to even get out your words of praise for the frontman.

“Nothing for me?” a soft voice said from beside you, and you turned with a grin, arms immediately opening for John.

“You were perfect. You’re always perfect,” you hummed, draping your arms on his shoulders, leaning up for a soft, warm kiss. Your hands drifted up to his hair, giving his relatively newly grown curls a soft squeeze.

As the two of you pulled away from each other, John’s hands moved from your waist up to your arms, rubbing them lightly. “You’re going to freeze to death outside,” he warned, fingertips tracing down from your elbow to your fingertips, lacing your fingers together as you started the fast-paced walk towards the back of the venue.

You just shrugged, not able to imagine being cold at this moment, beads of sweat at the base of your hairline from the heat backstage, and from your earlier impure thoughts. The same thoughts that were creeping back now that John’s calloused fingers were brushing against your knuckles, practically able to feel the warmth radiating from him.

As everyone began rushing around backstage, a few people coming up to each member of the band and making sure they had a drink, a cigarette, or whatever else they desired, you thought back to the early days. How the four of them would all go back to a shared room and get changed into their regular clothes together, girlfriends and wives laying on couches, roadies laughing and tossing things to each other to pack up. Sometimes they would go out and party, or even just get some dinner together. These days, they just each got in their own limousine and took off towards whatever evening entertainment they wished.

The further you got from the stage, the more your skin began to prickle with goosebumps, and God, where was that cold air coming from? You looked ahead to see the back doors had been propped wide open, with trucks backed up to the entry way for easy access to load up all the equipment.

“Don’t.” you warned, not even having to look at your husband to know he was giving you that glare, the one he saved for when he knew he had been right about something.

“I didn’t say anything!” he held his free hand up in surrender, but you looked over to see a small smirk on his lips, and you rolled your eyes so hard you thought they might roll out the open doors.

It was just a moment later as everyone lined up to start the mad dash to the limos waiting outside when John turned to look over his shoulder. “Ratty!” he called out, his roadie looking up from a conversation with another crew member.

“Yeah, Deaks?,” he responded, exhaling a mouthful of smoke and giving you a smile and a wave. “Hey, Y/N!”.

“Have you got my jacket?” John asked, and Ratty nodded his head, stepping back into the dressing room around the corner and returning with the  aforementioned item. “Thanks,” he nodded, taking it from the roadie’s hands and holding it open.

“Arms in,” he told you, and it felt almost like a parent dressing a toddler.

“But now who’s the one that’s going to freeze?!,” you huffed, arms crossing over your chest and narrowing your eyes slightly. “You’re the one who needs to wear it, I’ll be fine for a quick walk to the car,” you attempted to assure him, but your body betrayed you, a shiver running up your spine and down into your fingertips and toes as your finished your sentence.

John just rolled his eyes, popping his hip to the side which proved he was settling in, not planning on moving until you did what he suggested. “I’ve been sweating for two hours, I think it’ll be alright,” he told you, raising an eyebrow as he held the jacket out towards you.

You muttered under your breath something about a stubborn bastard, ignoring the way his lips turned up slightly when you began to put your arms through the black leather, wrapping it around your middle.

“Looks nice,” he commented, draping an arm around your shoulders and dropping a kiss to your temple before leading you towards the back entrance.

You nuzzled into his side, head tucked comfortably under his chin as you walked, your arm wrapped around his waist, sneaking your thumb under the the hem of his t-shirt to rub lightly at his warm skin, causing him to jump slightly.

“Colds hands!,” he whined, pinching your arm playfully, although you could barely feel it through the leather. “And to think, I was willing to freeze to death for you,” he sighed dramatically, but he let out a huff of air when a bodyguard opened the doors in front of you, a cold wind smacking the two of you in the face.

You clutched tighter to your husband, face turned to try and block out some of the cold, and almost running to your waiting limousine. You practically jumped inside, curling up with John and immediately sticking your hands in front of the vents, feeling the heat blasting out in the already warm car. “”Fuck, it feels good in here,” you moaned, rubbing your hands together.

“Bloody freezing,” John was muttering to himself as the door shut behind him, and the driver started towards the hotel, ready to make a change if requested.

You flopped back against John, head laying on his chest as you closed your eyes, enjoying the heat. It was quiet for a few minutes, you knew John had to be tired. Between their non-stop few days and your long flight from earlier, the different time zones were neither of your friend.

“Sleepy?,” you heard him ask you, brushing your hair out of your face, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, and you made a noncommittal noise.

“A little. We can go somewhere, if you want,” you told him, noticing the driver’s ears perk up slightly, ready to turn somewhere else and adjust his route if need be.

“No, we’ll go out tomorrow, I’m sure. Last night of the tour and all. Besides, you’ve had quite the day, haven’t you?,” he smiled, fingers tracing along your chin and jawline.

“Hasn’t been so bad,” you smiled up at him, stretching out slightly, your shirt riding up to show a sliver of skin on your middle before you relaxed once more against his chest. “Bet you’re hungry, though. We can order room service,” you offered, playing with his fingers and noticing they were slightly swollen, so you just began to massage them gently.

John hummed slightly at the feeling, his own eyes fluttering closed for a few moments as your worked his knuckles and fingers. “Food sounds good. Especially if I can eat it laying down,” he chuckled softly, looking out the window and bracing himself for the cold. “Up, up, we’re here, love,” he told you, holding his hands in front of the vents for a few moments to prepare them for even a few seconds of cold.

You sighed as you sat up, tugging John’s jacket tighter to your chest and taking a deep breath before your driver got out and opened the door. The two of you practically ran inside, pleased that you had seemed to beat the crowd of press that usually camped outside of whatever hotel the band stayed at.

The two of you immediately slowed down the second you were inside, thankful for the heat as you reached out and pressed the ‘up’ button for the elevator, leaned against John’s side the entire time. You shuffled in once the doors opened, yawning slightly once they closed and the elevator began it’s ascension. Someone from the crew had taken your luggage to the hotel earlier, and you were never more thankful than in that moment, able to just follow John to the hotel suite and not have to do anything. “What sounds good?,” you asked, looking around at the large room and smiling a little to yourself. Ten years later, and you’d never get used to the lavish rooms and gifts.

“I’d kill for a pizza,” he called over his shoulder, going to kick off his shoes and groaning when his feet stretched out, heading into the bathroom to find some ibuprofen and fill a glass with water.

“Pizza it is then!,” you announced, snatching the menu off of the table and giving it a quick glance. You saw where the restaurant had an entire section for pizza, so you picked up the phone, placing your order of a pizza, two bottles of wine, and a slice of cheesecake before you hung up.

John had flopped down on the couch in the suite’s living room, stretched out completely as he lazily watched whatever was on TV, and you shuffled over slowly, standing in front of him. “Hi,” he smiled, reaching out to take your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Hi,” you responded in kind, putting one knee by his hips, throwing your leg over him so you were straddling his lap, flopping down so your entire weight was on his body, causing him to let out a soft ‘oof’ at the sudden addition. “You’re comfy,” you hummed, closing your eyes and trying not to slip into too relaxed of a state.

“Wish I could say the same for you,” he teased, yelping when reached down to pinch his side. “Kidding, kidding!,” he giggled, and you just stuck your tongue out, nuzzling your face into his neck, the two of you lazily watching ‘Singing in the Rain’ as it played as the late evening movie.

You had just finally gotten completely comfortable, John’s hand rubbing slowly at the small of your back when you heard a knock at the door.

“C’mon, food,” John mumbled, giving your rear a gentle pat, giggling softly when you made an indignant noise before getting up. You walked over to the door, but managed to put on a smile for the man who pushed in the tray, putting the plates of food on the table, and pouring two glasses of wine before bidding you two a nice evening, leaving almost as quickly as he came.

“God, I’m starving,” you groaned, settling into one of the chairs at the table, putting a few slices of pizza on your plate and taking a sip of your wine, humming at the taste.

You and John ate mostly in a comfortable silence, more focused on alleviating your hunger than anything else. You talked a bit about what he’d missed by coming out for the end of this tour early, how things were going, what the plans were in terms of a new album. He wanted more of a disco sound, and you tried to hide your laugh with a large bite of pizza thinking about how Brian was going to react to that.

Most of the pizza, all of the cheesecake, and a bottle of wine was polished off before you popped open the second bottle, pouring you both another glass before you moved from your seat back into your seat from earlier--your husband’s lap.

“Mmm, hi,” you smiled, taking a sip of your wine before putting the glass on the table behind you, your arms wrapping loosely around John’s shoulders.

“Hi,” he grinned back, much like your earlier conversation, placing his own glass on the table before letting his hands move to your hips. “You know, I quite like this jacket on you,” he commented, giving the bottom of it a little tug.

You stretched your back slightly, turning and making a semi-seductive pose that had you both dissolving into a fit of giggles after a few moments. “I quite like this jacket on you,” you responded, pushing your finger into his chest for an added effect. “You looked so good tonight, John,” you whispered, fingertips gently tracing along his jawline, your foreheads pressed together as you moved a bit closer.

“Yeah?,” he asked huskily, voice thick with arousal, but there was a slight tinge in his voice that sounded secretly pleased, almost relieved, that you thought so. Married six years, but there was always that nagging voice in the back of his head that you’d find someone better. Especially when he was compared to people like Roger and Brian every day.

“God, John,” you whimpered, and Christ, you could already feel how hard he was underneath of you, and you gave a tentative roll of your hips, relishing in the soft noise he made in response. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. These pants,” your purred, your lips barely an inch or two from his, and your hands had moved now to rub lightly at his hips. “This shirt,” you added, hands sliding up to his sides, fingernails gently raking across the soft material. “And this,” you grinned wickedly as your hands went to tug at the edge of the leather jacket you were still wearing. “Took my breath away, baby,” you whispered, and God, you hoped if you somehow got to Heaven, it was just a constant loop of the soft whimper that John just let slip past his lips.

“Missed you,” was all he managed to get out, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, his arms tightening around your waist, pushing you flush against him, and now it was your turn to let out a sinful mewl, your fingers moving up to tangle in those beautiful curls.

“I missed you mo--oh!,” you gasped as John suddenly stood up, keeping you held tightly in his arms. You were giggling now, biting lightly at your bottom lip as he carried you wordlessly to the bedroom, and you felt your heart ache a little at how one side of the bed was still carefully made, thinking about him sleeping alone for the past few days.

John sat on the edge of the bed, keeping you in his lap as he swung his legs up, leaning against the headboard and giving your hips a light squeeze. “What were you saying, Y/N?,” he asked with a grin, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling brightly if you tried.

“That I missed you. I really, really missed you,” you hummed, hooking your fingers under the hem of his blue t-shirt, tugging it over his head immediately. God, you’d never get tired of this sight, the way he looked up at you like he’d just won the lottery, a mixture of elation and pure love.

“Show me?,” he whispered, licking his lips as he studied your features, his hands moving around to your ass as he squeezed gently, pushing you down against his thighs.

You reached between the two of you and unbuttoned his pants slowly, your fingers gently tugging his zipper down, never once breaking eye contact. You just slid your hand down his chest, tugging the extra material out of the way before your fingers wrapped slowly around his cock, eyes lighting up when John’s head fell back and a low moan rumbled in his chest.

“So hard for me, baby,” you purred, stroking him slowly, surely. Your thumb brushed lightly across the weeping head of his cock, rubbing the bit of precome across his flushed skin.

“Fuck, Y/N--,” he choked out, and you knew he’d had this pent up for awhile, He was always a little clingy if you’d been apart for too long, even a few days could make him a needy, wanting mess.

“Shhhh, baby. I’ve got you. Let me take care of you, hm?,” you cooed, stroking him a bit more before pulling away, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth when he whined at the loss of contact. “You were so amazing tonight. God, so fucking perfect,” you whispered, moving so you were standing beside the bed. You leaned over, slowly pulling his pants down his legs, tossing them, along with his underwear, over into the corner, leaving him naked before you.

Taking a step back, you gave him a seductive grin, gently removing his leather jacket and placing it on the bed. Your fingers danced across your own skin, hooking under the edge of your shirt and tugging it over your head, your black, lacy looking marvellous against your skin. You popped the button of your jeans carefully, giving your hips a slight wiggle as you pushed them down your legs, and you could practically feel John’s eyes boring a hole into your body with the intensity of his stare. You reached behind you, gently unhooking your bra and letting it immediately fall to the floor, in no real mood to tease John any longer, especially with the way he’d started to stroke himself, hips rolling up as he fucked his fist, mouth hanging open slightly.

You practically shoved your panties onto the floor, about to crawl back on the bed when the leather jacket caught your eye. You picked it up with a mischievous grin, putting it back on your naked body, and feeling your wetness grow between your legs as John moaned your name.

“Lay down for me, my love,” you whispered, letting John move so he was laid down completely, his head resting on the pillows, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. You didn’t think you’d seen anything so wonderful in your life.

Carefully placing your knees on either side of John’s, you took him once more into your hand, stroking him as you looked up through your lashes, smirking a little to yourself when he let out a small huff of frustration.

“Are you just going to sit there looking like that all night?,” he asked, and no matter how hard he tried, his words could never really sound annoyed at you. It made your heartbeat quicken, and you leaned down a bit more.

“No, I have other plans,” you hummed, your legs tucked up under you as you leaned forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

“”Fuck!,” John cried out, immediately thrusting into your mouth, his hand moving to tangle in your hair and give it a gentle tug. “Christ, Y/N,” he was panting now, already a mess above you and you only had half of his dick in your mouth.

His actions were enough to spur you on, your free hand rubbing lightly at the inside of his thigh while you took his length deeper, relaxing your throat until you felt the head of his cock slip inside, causing tears to prick the corners of your eyes.

John was now a whimpering, moaning mess above you, trying his absolute best to keep his hips still, letting you do your work. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to your hot, wet mouth, the way it accepted almost every inch of his cock perfectly.

Your headed bobbed up and down slowly, humming softly around his dick as you took in the sight above you, admiring the way he was looking at you like you were God’s gift specifically for him.

You snuck a hand down between your thighs, spreading your legs enough so John got a real show, a finger dipping between your wet folds and plunging into your heat, allowing you to moan sinfully, the vibrations going straight to John’s cock. You didn’t dare touch your clit just yet, you wanted to wait until you were nice and full.

Pulling off of your husband’s dick with a soft ‘pop’, you grinned up at him wickedly, licking your lips. Your smile turned more loving and less cheeky when you felt his hand go from your hair to your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye for a quick moment before he extended both arms to help you maneuver back to his lap.

“You’re perfect, you know that?,” he whispered, hands moving to your hips, and you began to rock down against him, the juices from your now throbbing pussy spreading along his cock.

You blushed slightly at his words, your skin beginning to heat up as you moved a little faster. “John, I need you,” you whispered, lifting yourself to your knees and reaching between your legs. Without so much as a warning, you pressed the head of his cock to your entrance, and sank down on him slowly.

“Shit--,” he gasped, his grip tightening on your hips, rocking his hips up to get as deep inside of you as he possibly could. “So tight for me, baby. So wet,” he moaned, looking up at you through his lashes, absolutely lost in how breathtaking you looked.

The moans and mewls you were letting out couldn’t be stopped, feeling John so deep inside of you. You reached down to put a hand on his chest for balance, and after a few moments of just enjoying your husband inside of your tight heat, you began to roll your hips, a string of curses and his name leaving your lips as you felt him hit all of the right places.

It was lazy, it was loving, and God, it was amazing. Small little movements that drove the two of you wild, one of John’s hands moving up to let his thumb brush lightly against the underside of your breast before moving a bit higher, his hand under the cool leather of the jacket to feel the heat of your skin.

“I love you,” he groaned softly, his curls beginning to stick to his forehead from the thin layer of sweat that was now covering his body.

“I love you, too,” you moaned, head thrown back in sheer ecstasy as your hips moved to a slightly different angle, causing John to go even deeper inside of you, the head of his cock pressed right up against your sweet spot.

The noise you let out with pornographic, almost doubling over in pleasure as you leaned forward, and for the first time that evening, your lips met. The kiss was desperate, loving, and hot; everything the two of you needed in that moment. John managed to sit up, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and move more to your knees, bouncing sinfully on his cock.

“So beautiful, baby. Absolutely perfect,” he whispered, your foreheads pressed together as you pressed soft, quick kisses to each other’s lips. The leather was sticky between the two of you, but John didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so close to Heaven in his life.

One hand slid up into John’s hair, pulling him closer for another round of messy, passionate kisses, and your husband seemed to know you better than you knew yourself. He reached down with his free hand and began to rub your clit with his middle finger and thumb, just the way he knew you liked it.

“John!,” you gasped, clenching around his cock inside of you as you felt yourself get closer, your fingers grabbing almost painfully at his curls as you kept him close.

The proximity of his face to your chest made it easy for him to push his jacket open a bit more, quickly letting his lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking, licking, and biting at the hard bud until he was satisfied. Only once you were writhing in his lap did he turn to it’s twin, and he could practically feel the way your body was trying to keep itself upright from the overstimulation it was receiving.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?,” he whispered against your breast, voice low and heavy with passion. “Gonna come on my cock?”.

Those words were going straight to your soaked cunt, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer with each roll of your hips, John’s cock going deeper and deeper. You nodded, unable to even form a coherent sentence at this point.

John knew you were close, his own orgasm was within reach. He quickened his pace, moving his face up so he could nip at your bottom lip as he began to lift his hips against yours, wanting to be as deeply inside of you as possible.

“Come for me, Y/N.”

That was all you needed. You let out a sharp cry as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your pussy spasming around John’s hard cock inside of you, causing you to whimper his name with each wave of pleasure.

A handful of thrusts later had John spilling his load into you with a groan, biting lightly at your bottom lip as he gripped your hips tightly, keeping you on top of him as he filled your dripping wet pussy with his come.

The two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, the only sounds your heavy breathing and the soft mewls you let out whenever he would shift inside of you. Once you two had managed to get your breathing under control, you moved off of your husband and tossed the jacket on the ground before laying down, your head resting on his chest.

“Don’t get too comfy, let me clean you up,” he yawned, leaning down to kiss your forehead before he got up, going to get a washcloth, rinsing it with warm water before he came back to wipe you down, unable to keep the smirk from his face when you whimpered a little, still sensitive.

“Don’t look smug,” you teased, but you yawned in the middle, taking out a bit of the sting of your words.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he chuckled, crawling back into bed and covering you both with the duvet, pulling you up against him. “I’m glad you’re here,” he sighed, and you smiled a little against the warmth of his neck.

“Me too,” you whispered, closing your eyes and finally allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

[neon-sparrows]

Jaylex with a side of brim? pretty please? I would die for that

ask and ye shall receive! anyway, i love writing jay’s perspective, except i’m really bad at it. what are birds? we just don’t know.movie making in progress, yosend me your requests! | my ko-fi

Jay and Alex are back to back on Alex’s couch, his legs thrown over the arm and his spindly fingers prodding at the pieces of his camera as Alex flips through the pages of the script on his lap. It’s a big day. Supposedly.

“You’ve met Brian, right?” Alex questions offhandedly, breaking the silence.

“Once.” Jay replies, feeling Alex shift at his back to look over his shoulder.

“I thought you had a class together?”

“We didn’t talk.”

“Right.” Alex turns back to the papers. “He’s a pretty great guy. You’ll like him. Most people do.”

Jay’s reply is a slight shrug. He’s only tangentially involved in this movie, and he might’ve been looking forward to time alone with Alex. Yet here he is, invited over for– some acting practice, or something? Even more help with Alex’s magnum opus? He shifts gradually, moving over somewhat tentatively in order to sit with his back against the back of the couch instead, feeling Alex hold himself up with fists in the fabric of the couch before Jay settles again. Then there he is once more, leaning against Jay’s shoulder and making Jay feel slightly weighed down. He doesn’t mind it. Prefers it, actually.

“You got another copy of the script?” He questions, and Alex flips the pages to the cover and hands Jay the copy he’d been examining. Director’s copy. Nice.

“I’m prepared.” Alex says with a slight smirk as he sits up. “Script supervisor needs his own copy, right?”

A warmth in his chest–

“So you are giving me the job.”

“Who else?”

And Jay’s grinning in reply to Alex’s smirk, feeling somewhere between smug and pleased all at once as Alex elbows him gently.

“You’re the best for it, Jay, and I want this movie to be perfect.” The affection is there, in Alex’s own little way, and Jay leans over to plant a kiss on his cheek in lieu of a verbal thanks–

A knock on the door.

“That’s probably Brian and Tim.” Alex says as Jay lingers there against his face, pushing his glasses up slightly.

“Right. Time to go to work?”

“That’s the idea.”

Alex is the one to stand since he’d been halfway on top of Jay, but Jay follows regardless, stretching himself out and setting the camera down on the couch as Alex opens the front door. It’s still recording, he thinks. Brian Thomas, a familiar face and name if not personality, is standing there in the doorway with someone else slightly behind him, dark hair and a face turned slightly downwards.

“Howdy.” It’s said with a bright smile, Brian lifting a hand in greeting. “Star of the show here to grace you with his presence.” The sarcasm is light enough to make it an obvious joke, and the one behind him snorts, masking it as a cough quickly.

Jay looks them both over. Alex steps aside to let the newcomers in.

“Brian, this is Jay, Jay, this is Brian.” Alex gestures between the two of them.

“We’ve met.” Brian says.

“Once.” Jay answers.

“And we’ve been great friends since. This is my boyfriend Tim, by the way,” and Brian gestures to the one who had been standing slightly behind him. Now that he’s been mentioned Tim lifts his face to look between the three of them gathered.

“Uh. Hi.” Tim says, his weight shifting closer to Brian.

“Now that everybody’s met,” Alex says, before Jay can say hello in return, “We’ve got a script to cover.” He’s produced another stack of papers from his supplies and thrusts them at Tim and Brian without a second thought. “Jay’s the script supervisor. Listen to his supervision.”

“Got it.” Brian replies, sagely, looking at the script shoved into his hands and scanning it over with a slight furrow in his brows. Tim, still standing behind him to place Brian between him and Jay and Alex, simply fidgets with the slightly bent paper, and doesn’t look at them. He leans against Brian’s side a little bit more, and Brian’s response is to throw one arm over his shoulder.

Jay glances at Alex.

“Figured we could do some readings today,” Alex says, gesturing to the scripts and looking back towards the camera on the couch. “Get you two acquainted with your characters and the dialogue. Maybe film something so you can get used to being on camera, since– Tim’s not done it yet, right?”

“Right.” Tim’s voice is slightly muffled by his sleeve, and Jay can hear the slight distress in the single syllable. Brian’s still grinning, though.

“That’s fine. We’ll ease you into it.”

“Baby steps!” Brian’s grin grows, and Tim turns slightly pink, an expression of indignation–

Jay sort of feels like he’s missed a joke.

[redrebecca]

Lost

Whilst trying to navigate his way to you in your hometown, Shawn gets lost. But he won’t admit it.

Warning(s): None at all

A/N: This took me way longer to write than it probably should have done but I get distracted really easily (I’ve watched at least 5 episodes of Brooklyn 99 whilst writing this). Feedback is always appreciated and have a nice day!

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You smiled to yourself, absolutely content. You were sat on the small patio area outside of your favourite coffee shop, the comforting smell of freshly baked bread drifted from the family owned bakers a few shops up the street. You waved at the elderly woman who owned the flower shop, as she walked outside to rearrange the various flowers that were placed in tin buckets underneath the shop window- she was a sweet, caring woman and a family friend. A soft breeze sent a flurry of cherry blossom petals from the trees that lined the quiet street, the road in front of you was covered in a beautiful marshmallow pink blanket. You could only imagine how many beautiful shots Josiah and Connor would get.

The warm sun had been the push you needed to change your order from a hot drink to a nice cooling smoothie the barista (your friend Gabby) had practically forced into your hand, winking and claiming it was “On the house” when you reached for your purse.

You were completely stress free. The comforting fact that you had a month off work to explore new countries with your boyfriend and his team made your smile impossibly brighter.

Your phone vibrated on the wooden table, alerting you of a phone call. You looked over to see a picture Josiah took of you and Shawn pulling funny faces at the camera, lighting up your phone screen.

“Hey” You said cheerfully

“Hi babe, we’ve just gotten off the bus. Are we meeting at the coffee shop?” Came his slightly muffled reply.

“Are you sure? I can come and meet you” You say, really hoping he’d accept your offer. But of course he didn’t.

“Why, are you suggesting that I’ll get lost? I’ll have you know that when I was 12-“

“Yes, yes I know your teacher told you that you were good at map reading, but do you have a map?” At his sudden silence you chuckled to yourself.

“I’m just saying even I sometimes get lost here and it’s my hometown” you said biting your nail, a nervous habit you had.

“Honey don’t worry we’ll be fine. So the coffee shop?” You sighed, realizing that no matter how hard you could try, his stubborn ass wouldn’t change his mind.

“Fine, I’ll see you when you get here. Love you”

“Love you too, bye” he said before ending the call. You walked back inside the café to order yourself a sandwich, knowing that this would take a while.

*

Shawn stood in the middle of the street analysing the confusing street signs that surrounded him. He quickly came to the conclusion that his ‘navigation skills’ weren’t as great as he thought they were.

“Shawn” he turned to see Brian appearing from one of the many small narrow streets, closely followed by Connor. “That street is a dead end, just like the other four” Shawn sighed, the team all watched him, waiting for his next order.

“Can you not just call her?” Huffed Jake, whose patience was beginning to run out. Shawn shook his head adamantly.

“Why not? Do you not have phone service?” Connor asked

“No I do” Said Shawn before he turned back to scanning the street signs as if one may have magically appeared since he last checked.

The crew exchanged confused glances

“Well, why can’t you ring her then?” Josiah was the one who spoke what the rest of the group were thinking

“Because I told her I’d find it easily” Shawn muttered reluctantly, still stood with his back to his friends.

“Oh my god. Are you serious?” Brian asked incredulously, unsure on whether to laugh or slap some sense into his best friend. Deciding on the former, he chuckled in disbelief whilst reaching into the back pocket of his jeans for his phone. “Well if you won’t call her I will”

This got Shawn’s attention and before Brian could even find your contact, Shawn had snatched the phone from Brian’s grasp and held it behind his back.

“No you won’t, we’ll find the coffee shop ourselves”

*

Half an hour later your phone buzzed again.

“Hi” you answered

“Can you come and meet me and the guys?” Came Shawn’s rushed reply, you chuckled lightly

“But I thought we planned to meet at the coffee shop?” You smirked as you feigned innocence

“Yeh, but there was a slight change of plan”

“Which was…” you trailed off, prompting his response.

“Er, Brian needed the toilet?” His voice changed pitch at the end, making it sound more of a question than a statement. In the background you could hear Brian’s voice arguing that he hadn’t once needed to go to the bathroom, but he was hastily shushed by Shawn.

You held back a giggle at the situation. “So where are you at then?” You picked up your bag, making sure you left a decent tip on the table, before you waved goodbye to Gabby, walking out onto the peaceful street.

He said something but you couldn’t hear it because of how quiet he had said it.

“Sorry what was that?” You questioned, checking your signal to make sure that a poor connection wasn’t the reason for you not being able to hear what he was saying. It wasn’t

“I don’t know” He huffed, you could imagine him running his hand through his hair in frustration that he was having to admit that he was wrong.

You turned a corner to walk into the maze of streets that made up your town and had to cover your mouth to let out a laugh of disbelief. There, about 20 yards ahead, was an extremely stressed Shawn and the majority of the crew.

“Babe? You still there?” You saw Shawn’s mouth move before you heard the delayed voice through the phone.

“Yeh, I’m here” You smiled slightly at the double meaning. You began to walk towards them whilst sticking as close to the buildings as possible, not wanting them to notice you straight away.

Unfortunately Jake saw you, you guessed you should be thankful that the man keeping your boyfriend safe was extremely good at his job, but it was still annoying. Thinking quickly, you placed your finger over your lips, willing him not to alert Shawn. He sent you a wink before turning back to Shawn who had started to describe his surroundings.

“There’s buildings everywhere, also pigeons,” He said, listing off what seemed to be whatever caught his eye.

“Shawn,” you giggled lightly “there’s buildings everywhere in town, how is that gonna help me find you?” You heard, and watched, him sigh before scanning the street more thoroughly.

“Okay, so there’s an art store with a blue door, a little corner shop with strawberries outside,” Your heart beat started to thump a bit quicker as he described what he saw, his eyes moving gradually closer to where you had stopped “a small cart thing on the corner and” He stopped as his eyes locked onto your figure “you” he breathed, swiftly hanging up and jogging towards you. When he reached you he wrapped his arms tightly around you, allowing you to press your face into his chest as his strong arms locked around you.

He was the first to pull back, mainly because in his hold there was no way you could move away.

“Hey” He smiled his nose bumping yours

“Hi” You brushed your lips against his, to which he reacted by threading his fingers into your hair and pulling your lips closer to his.

“Guys can you do this later? I’m starving because lover boy here got us lost” Brian interrupted. You grabbed Shawn’s hand and tugged it gently, but firm enough to indicate that you wanted him to follow.

“Yeh the café’s just round the corner” As you led the group around the corner your arm was jerked back as Shawn came to an abrupt halt. When you looked up at him to see why he had stopped you saw a smug grin slowly spreading on his face, causing the small wrinkles by his eyes to appear.

“Oh no” you muttered, already knowing what was coming.

“So you’re saying that without knowing where it was, I managed to make my own way to the coffee shop?” You rolled your eyes “Because that’s what it looks like to me. But what can I say, it must be my natural talent for navigation” He announced proudly.

“Nah mate we were lost” Brian interrupted once again “Now where’s the food?” The whole team laughed and followed as you led them across the blossom covered street, Josiah and Connor snapping the animated conversation Shawn was having with you (or more like at you), insisting that he must have some sort of sixth sense whilst you just laughed and wrapped your arm around his torso and told him to shut up.

After that day, Shawn’s contact photo was his reaction- him mockingly gasping with a hand over his heart whilst you had your head thrown back as you laughed. Both of you completely lost in each other’s company and surrounded with cherry blossom petals.

[moonlightsolo]

Live Aid 1985

request: She’s in the band (she plays the piano) and on live Aid, Freddie gets the crowd to sing Happy birthday! - @80s90steen

pairing: queen x female reader (platonic)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: fluff, a lil bit of crying, stage fright, anxiety, overall lots of fun & proud moments!

a/n: ok so all the boys supporting their younger girl band member is the cutest thing ever. i kinda made roger her closest band member? although all the boys are close tbh. i hope you like it, i worked really hard on this lol. (maybe i’ll do a backstory pt. 2 to this? leave some feedback)

The muffled music on the loudspeaker in Wembley Stadium gives you goosebumps, you sit in the trailer with the boys relaxing as you try to get your nerves to calm down. You couldn’t get over how Live Aid is broadcasted to billions of viewers across the globe, it doesn’t feel real.

The laughs of conversation of your band mates made you smile as you focus on their conversation, “What are you going on about, Roger?” Your accented voice fills their ears, you reach over to slap Rog’s arm.

“Just makin’ fun of how you’re zoning out, love.” He playfully tells you, that’s obviously not what they were talking about, right? You just roll your eyes at his comment. Although, the peaceful sound of Brian strumming on his guitar makes you feel less anxious.

A knock that sounds on the door of the trailer makes everybody shut their mouths. Jim gets up from his seat to answer it and before he could speak, Brian peeks his head around the corner of the doorway. “Hello, Mary.” He says with a grin.

“Hello Brian. We’ve just come to wish you good luck.” Her soft voice speaks which makes Freddie perk up and waltz over to her to give her a kiss on the cheek. Fred introduces Jim to Mary and David.

You can’t keep your hands still as your fingers absentmindedly ‘play’ the piano keys on your knees, almost like you’re practicing. Roger, being the closest one to you, notices and puts his hand on top of your fidgeting ones. “Calm down, we’ve done concerts before, right?” You just smile and agree. It didn’t really help much though.

Fred and you will be playing as a duo on the piano together for the opening song, Bohemian Rhapsody. It’s what you both always do. You notice Freddie usher Jim to go with Mary and David, leaving the band to themselves.

“What do we think of David?” Fred asks in thought as he leans back in his chair, you and Rog look at each other.

“Nice chap,” Brian says with a small smile as he nods, his curls bobbing along with it. “I think he’s gay,” Freddie says with a smirk. Roger chuckles in response. Everyone chats among themaldives, you join in on some conversations too.

“We’ll be on in about one minute.” The announcer tells the crowd, you can hear them all applaud out there.

Freddie looks over the band, “There’s no need to be nervous, loves. How many times have we done this? I cannot count on my fingers and toes.” He gives the band his famous grin.

He sends a reassuring nod your way when the door is knocked on once again; You just smile at him. Rog gets up as Fred leaves the trailer, taking his leather jacket off to hang to the crew member outside.

When you get up, you check yourself in the standalone mirror next to your seat. You’re wearing a fitted white v-notch neck tee that’s paired with high waisted denim cuffed jeans, layered gold necklaces, and white hightop chucks. “You look great, don’t worry.” Brian chuckles as he walks out after Rog and Deacy.

The crew members walking backstage all focus on the band, starstruck by the five of you. It felt nice to be back in this element. You watch as Fred jumps excitedly, pumping his fists back and forth in the air. John puts an arm around your shoulders as you all walk up the ramp, his own smile is big too. Everyone is so ecstatic.

“You ready, birthday girl?” He asks as you all near the white curtain, a man pulls it back for Queen to walk on the stage; Freddie being the first one out, not wasting any time.

The four of you lose your breath for a moment as you look over all the people, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” John pulls his arm off of you as he walks out to his bass guitar on stage, his hand coming up to wave. You take a deep breath and take a step onto the stage, the crowd screams as Queen begins to set up.

You wave with a big smile on your face, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you look over the crowd and blow kisses to the— Your signature move.

Freddie begins to play some keys on the piano, the crowd dying down slightly as they listen. You slide next to him on the piano bench as he starts to play the main notes to the song. Your hands instinctively play the right notes. You press the keys, creating a beautiful melody as he starts to sing. The stadium roars, you can’t help but get emotional.

Your vocals join in with Freddie’s as you sing, “Mama... Oooo ooo oo,” into the mic with him. His free arm slings around your shoulders as you both double task to play the piano and sing. You smile and lean into him for the last part, “Cause nothing really matters...” You move your mouth towards the mic to sing, catching Freddie’s eyes. You can tell he is so happy.

-

After Bohemian Rhapsody, you move over to the keyboard to play it as Freddie sings and prances among the edge of the stage. Your body bounces with the beat as your fingers press on the keyboard to create sound.

You sing into your provided mic, “All we hear is, radio gaga! Radio goo goo! Radio gaga! All we hear is, radio gaga! Radio goo goo! Radio blah blah!” You sing into the mic as you watch the audience clap.

“Radio what’s new? Radio, someone still loves you...” Freddie sings as he walks up to the drums then back down in front of them. “Loooooves....!” He sticks his tongue out at the camera before continuing, “Yoooooou!” Freddie gets down on the stage floor, extending the mic stick next to his leg.

Your hands pull away from the keyboard when the rest of the instruments cut off, rocking on your heels excitedly your hands pump in the air. Your eyes look over the band, your family. You’ve all come so far from the little pubs in London.

Rog catches your eye as he nods his head towards Freddie. You watch as he walks to the edge of the stage. “Ayo!” His magnificent voice sings. The audience instantly mimicked him making goosebumps stand on your skin.

You looked over at Deacy with a proud smile, he has the same look on his face. Freddie continues having the audience echo him. It is surreal how the audience reacts to him, how he controls what they say. “Alright!” He finishes with a smile, reaching the mic over the stage towards the audience.

“Hey hey hey hey hey! Hammer to fall!” On that cue, Brian and John start to play the guitar part as Roger hits his drums. Your hands go to your keyboard to play again.

-

“Loveys! Before we leave, I have a special request for you all today...” He trails off as he glances back at you, his chest heaving from extertion. The crowd cheers in response. “Before we leave, I have to announce that one of our band members is celebrating a very, very special day. Not only is it Live Aid day but its... her birthday.” He emphasizes the words as he points at you. Your cheeks instantly redden, shaking your head as you grin from ear to ear.

Freddie walks over to the grand piano, his hand expertly plays the tune to the ‘happy birthday’ song without looking. You walk in front of the keyboard as the rest of your band members come to stand next to you. Rog puts his arm around your shoulders with Bri next to you and Deacy next to Bri.

“Sing it!!” He screams enthusiastically into the mic. The audience and the boys sing along with him, “Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday, Miss Y/N Y/L/N...” His dark brown eyes trail to you, your own eyes obviously glistening with happy tears. “Happy birthday to you!” He presses some keys to finish the song before he comes running over to you.

He practically tackles you in a hug and almost lifts you up from the ground. Then the boys join in, you’re surrounded by them all; although it was definitely a very sweaty group hug. “I love you, boys!!!” You say so they could only hear.

“We love you too!” They said in unison before pulling away. You all walk confidently to the front of the stage to bow. Roger’s arm still around you as you both bow in unison. You raise your hand to blow a kiss to the crowd and wave. Roger walks with you off stage, his arm falling from your shoulder to go celebrate with the boys.

Your eyes search around for Freddie, seeing him talking to Bowie near the picnic tables. Your eyes light up as you jog over to them, not wanting to interrupt their conversation but you did anyway.

As you gain speed, you pounce onto Fred’s back and wrap your legs around his waist. A big smooch landing onto his cheek, “You did amazing, darling.” A nickname you’ve grown accustomed to. “As did you, lovely.”

Freddie smiles at your response. “You’ve met before right?” Fred says sarcastically.

“God, Fred... You’re putting me under pressure with that question!” You let out a faux groan. Your smile widened when you saw the pun click in their heads.

Brian comes up behind you three, “Wow, Fred. I don’t get that kind of treatment.” He motions towards you with his hand. “I’m just special.” You stick your nose up in the air with a smug grin.

“Oh okay. Mhm.” Brian has a mischievous smile on his face. Before you could question him, his hands clutch your waist to pull you off of Freddie. Of course, you didn’t want to drag Mr. Mercury down with you so you let go of him.

“Ya twit!” You yelp, pushing him away. You grab the scrunchy off of your wrist to tie your hair on top of your head in a side pony. “You’re gonna get it, May.” You started to run after him like playing a game of tag.

“Even in their early thirties, they still act like damn children.” Freddie scoffs, crossing his arms as he proudly watches you tackle Brian successfully.

“Ha! Even with those long legs, I still caught up to you!” You exclaim loudly, people sitting and some walking around all turn to stare but you couldn’t care any less.

[shels-kpop-main]

Under the Table (Brian May smut)

Request from @sweet-ladyy: Okay fic reQUEST: something smutty with possessive!Brian fingering reader under the table in public ughhhhh

Word Count: 1686

Warnings: Smut (fingering mostly). 18+

Summary: You and a bearded Brian visit your parents for a family dinner. But your mom thinks it’s a great idea to invite your ex-boyfriend along. Brian gets jealous, and fingering happens.

“You did what?” You leaned into the phone, frowning in apprehension. Brian looked up at you in concern. “Well, I ran into him at the grocery store, and he was just so sweet! So I invited him to dinner!” You groaned in exasperation and looked Brian in the eye. He could tell you were annoyed, but not in any real distress, so he waited for you to finish talking to your mom. “Mom, I’m bringing Brian, you know that. It’s going to be incredibly awkward for him. And me,” you added. Your mother couldn’t be convinced to cancel her invitation, however, and you hung up the phone a moment later. Brian didn’t have to ask the question. The look in his eyes spoke enough for him. “She invited Dan,” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. Brian set his tea on the counter. “Dan, as in the Dan?” His voice was gentle but his expression was on edge. “Yes, the Dan. Ugh.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, crossing the kitchen to join him. Brian welcomed you into his arms as you sat in his lap. “That’s not going to be fun,” he mumbled, leaning back to look at up at you. You brushed hair out of his eyes, setting your other arm around his shoulders. They were tense beneath your touch. “No, it won’t. God, I’m so sorry.” You pressed your forehead to his and winced. Your fingertips brushed across his chin, over the short hairs that grew there. Your mom had invited your ex-boyfriend to the family dinner. And it was not going to be pleasant.

Later that night, you were sitting across from Dan. Everything was quiet as you and your family ate. Brian was sitting next to you, with a neutral expression. You ate your food in silence, actively avoiding Dan’s gaze. He wasn’t shy about staring at you. In fact, he did it quite openly. This wasn’t lost on Brian, but he fought to maintain a pleasant look. “So, Dan, what brings you back to town?” Your father asked, genuinely curious. Your mother looked relieved that someone was attempting friendly conversation. “Oh, just visiting my parents for the holiday,” Dan replied easily, running a hand through his blond hair. You looked at him, taking in the sight of him again. He really was the antithesis of Brian—just barely taller than you, blond hair, dark eyes. When you were dating, you had thought he was pretty fit. But after being with Brian, you looked at him now with a note of disgust. You looked back on how you thought he had ‘pleased’ you. And it paled in comparison to what Brian did to you. And Brian knew that. Right? “Yes, I ran into Dan at the grocery store,” your mom added enthusiastically. She had no idea what kind of storm was brewing in her dining room. Dan smiled at you, a little too friendly. The faintest flicker of a glare moved across Brian’s face. But you kept your gaze fixed on your roast pork. “Yeah, I’m glad I did, too,” Dan responded. “It’s so good to see you again, Y/N,” he added, leaning forward. Your eyebrows raised in surprise, and you swallowed hard. Brian wasn’t gonna like that. And neither did you, for that matter. You gave him a cold smile, and didn’t answer. “So what have you been up to? Still doing photography?” Dan asked you, leaning forward. Brian’s face was tense, but you patted his knee under the table. It was a small gesture, but one that reassured him. He relaxed slightly, leaning back into his chair. “Um, yeah. I do photography professionally now. But I also do some writing on the side.” “I always thought you should’ve pursued a career in modeling,” Dan suggested. You heard your father’s spoon hit his plate with a clink. Dan’s statement was too bold, and everyone at the table knew it. You could tell Brian was bristling without even having to look at him. “Well, I much prefer to be behind the camera,” you insisted politely. Dan shook his head, grinning. “That’s a shame. Your face deserves to be on the cover of magazines.” Your jaw dropped. Brian inhaled sharply, a muscle twitching in his jaw. You could tell your mother was regretting her decision to invite Dan, and it showed on her face. She struggled to continue the conversation. “So, Dan, how are your parents?” As Dan answered her, you glanced over at Brian. He was staring straight ahead—and he was pissed. His hands were wrapped tightly around his fork and knife, knuckles straining white from tension. You watched those hands as he released his knife, and pulled his hand beneath the table. You had begun to focus your attention on the conversation at hand, listening to the careful and polite words exchanged between your ex and your parents. You had almost managed to forget what had just happened, quietly munching on the home-cooked meal, when Brian quite literally took you by the front of your skirt. You almost choked on your food as Brian’s fingers bunched your skirt up at the apex of your thighs. You looked over at him, almost glaring, but his face was completely placid. The calmness of his expression was betrayed by what his hands were doing under the tablecloth. You cut your pork roast into pieces, trying not to go red in the face. Brian’s had gotten his hand under your skirt in no time, and started to rub at your underwear. You were always wet for him, and today was no different. His fingers moved deftly, pushing aside the thin layer of fabric to get to you. “So, honey, are you still thinking about moving into a bigger apartment?” Your mom looked at you cheerily over her mashed potatoes. You nodded, struggling to maintain a straight face. “Yes, I’ve actually found a nice flat a little closer to work,” you answered. Brian’s fingers were rubbing at you slowly, but with a firm pressure that almost made you buck your hips. Your eyelids flickered as your mom responded, unaware of what was happening under the table. “Oh, how wonderful!” Your parents then struck a conversation with Dan, who was more than happy to oblige. You turned your face ever so slightly to glare at Brian, but he was persistent in his work, massaging your clit in circles. You felt yourself growing even wetter at his touch, staring unintentionally at the stubble on his face. Imagining what that stubble would feel like between your legs. Brian continued eating with his left hand, as his right hand did things to you that made your head spin. You picked up your fork with one hand and kept eating. You had to maintain the façade of innocence. Brian expected you to pull away from his touch. But, to his surprise and satisfaction, you just sat there and took it. And, just as you reached up to keep eating, he felt your free hand rest on top of his between your legs. And you guided his hand in its motions, fingers on top of his. Brian looked at you for the first time after beginning his handsy endeavor, shocked by your returned boldness. But you had decided two could play the game he had started. So you kept eating with a straight face, rubbing yourself with his hand. His fingers curled into you, dragging along the folds of your sensitive skin with deliberation and care. “Y/N, I was actually telling your mom earlier how much fun we had in high school,” Dan spoke across the table. His tone was sickly sweet, and it was enough to send Brian over the edge. He slid a finger into you, pressing his palm to the front of you as he did so. You bit the end of your fork to keep from moaning, but you could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. You pressed yourself into his hand, rolling your hips forward. “Really? I much preferred college,” you retorted. Brian smirked, and quickened his pace a little. College was where you had met him, right after you broke things off with Dan. There was a smug glint in Brian’s eyes as you started to tighten around his finger. He slid in another digit, the one with his ring on it. The cold metal pressed to the inside of you was almost enough to ruin you right there at the table. But you focused on breathing and finishing your meal. You were close to orgasm by the time you cleared your plate. The white hot pressure had built to a breaking point between your hips, and your hands twitched as you patted the corners of your mouth with a napkin. Brian pulled his hand from you as you stood up and your skirt fell back to your knees. You politely showed Dan to the door as your parents cleared off the table. Brian offered to do the dishes, but your mom shooed him away from the sink. So he returned to you just as you pushed the door shut behind Dan. You raised your eyebrows at him, questioning him wordlessly. What was that? He looked at you hungrily, and you could tell he was ready to finish what he started. His mouth was on yours in a split second, capturing you for himself. You responded in kind, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him closer to you. Brian was absolutely ravenous, but you were so worked up from his fingers that you didn’t mind. Dan must really have rubbed him the wrong way; Brian wasn’t the jealous type. But as his stubble scratched your chin, you found yourself wanting possess him, and be possessed by him. His tongue worked against yours, making your head spin. You only pulled away from him when your mom called you into the kitchen for dessert. Brian followed you in, swearing to himself that he’d have your clothes on the floor the moment he got you alone again. And he most certainly did.

(to be continued)

[glamrockmonarch]

A Visit - Requested ~ 70′s!Brian

Warnings: Uh, yeah, it’s about sex. Like there is a plot, but...full disclosure? it’s all just a very elaborate excuse to write smut.

A/N: I honestly have been thinking about this since the moment I got your request, anon...you are an evil genius.

Brian looks up from the notebook he is holding, Roger sticks his head inside the guitarist’s room with a grin on his face. The drummer’s eyes give away his excitement, but there is also a hint of smugness on the way his round jaw moves when he smiled at his friend from across the room.

“Writing a hit there, Brian?”

Roger pushes the door open in its entirety and walks inside, he leaves the door open and looks around in his friend’s room. Everything seems organized, Brian has not taken anything out of his suitcase and it doesn’t look like he will ever make himself at home here.

“At least I am trying to.” Brian tilts his head to the side, his voice sounds like a soft reprimand to Roger.

Sometimes Brian’s tone resembled his father’s too much, but to the boys in the band, it was the voice of reason speaking to them.

“Well...I think you’d like to come outside of this…” Roger motions around, “luxury room,” he smirks with satisfaction at his own choice of words, “and play a game of pool.”

The guitarist promises to come to play once he is done writing his song. With the guitar in his lap and his notebook in hands, he keeps on figuring out the lyrics while Roger leaves his room.

“Close it please, Rog!” He calls out without looking up from his complicated handwriting.

Roger complied and left with a sigh, he knew Brian would regret not coming to the living room with him, but he cannot do anything about it once he is standing in the hallway within everyone’s field of view.

“He said he is working a song,” Roger explains, his eyes scan his bandmates.

John’s arm is wrapped around his girlfriend, Freddie is sitting down with Mary and the two have a drink while they chat. Roger’s current girlfriend is reading a couple pool cues across the room in front of you as you set the wooden triangle in the middle of the pool table to set the balls in their right place.

“What?!” You yell at Roger over the sound of a Led Zeppelin record playing. “Are you joking?”

Roger shakes his head and shrugs going to his girlfriend and wrapping his arm around her waist. The girl giggles when the drummer squeezes her with his fingers, the two already turning to smooch. With a bitter smile you turn to John and his girlfriend, suddenly coming for a visit seems like a horrible idea. Convinced by Mary, now you regret coming.

It is Roger the one who senses your negativity and passes you a cue from his girlfriend’s hand, nodding towards the balls.

“You start.”

Although you feel like going into hiding for the rest of the night and only reappear the next morning to jump on the van and go back home, you find the will take the cue from the drummer’s hands and play.

You pass the time like this, playing with the guys, Mary and Veronica decline the invitation to take part, so you set your whiskey on the edge of the table to play while Mary has her arms wrapped around Freddie’s waist.

The night goes on, between pauses to change the record and small dance sessions among yourselves, you smoke and drink the night away until it comes down to only you and Roger still leaning on the pool table to hit the white ball in hopes you are aiming well enough to get at least one of the other balls into the hole.

John and Veronica are gone by now, and you can tell that your friends are eager to go to their rooms in the company of their girlfriends. With a tired smile, you walk to the record player and stop it from spinning anymore.

“Just go, I’ll knock on Brian’s door.”

You forget the fact that you do not even know which door is your boyfriend’s, but you convince them all of going to their rooms.

When you’re alone you pour yourself another glass of whiskey and lean back on the edge of the green pool table.

Brian was the kind of guy to be focused on things until he finishes a task; this is the reason why you are always so amazed at the fact that he put his studies on hold to pursue a career in rock. One of the things that have always caught your eye was Brian’s commitment to things; so you could not blame him for staying in his room and finishing writing a song…

With a sigh, you put the glass down next to you and fold your arms over your chest. Where the hell are you gonna sleep? You chuckle to yourself as you give it a thought. Well, maybe the couch would not be too bad. In the beginning, you wished to sleep next to Brian, and the failed night now stared back at your through a window, you feel mocked by the silence of the farm. In your head you can hear the faint sounds of the city, somewhere someone would have their television on, maybe a record would play in a flat near yours. There is always a lost drunk out there trying to make it home without tripping on their four pairs of legs thanks to a bad case of double vision.

You reach behind your back and your hand finds an object forgotten by someone, you imagine this little instant camera belongs to Roger, who left a while ago with his girlfriend in a rush to be alone.

“Y/N?” You hear the unmistakable sound of your boyfriend’s voice and look up at him with the camera in your hands. “What are you doing here?”

Brian is standing in front of you in a pair of jeans and a white shirt. You stand upright and put the camera next to you.

“I thought you would like to see me,” you shrug and brace yourself without feeling cold.

Thinking you would get to spend more time with him, you decided in the morning that you would wear something comfortable, you out on your short pinny dress over a shirt with long sleeves.

“I feel kinda stupid now…” You add, looking back at the camera to examine it. “Sometimes I forget that the band is your job.”

Brian shakes his head and walks to you without rushing, he brings his hands to your face and cups your face, smiling he makes you look up at him and kisses you. Your eyes flutter closed in the last second you feel a wave of excitement run through your body.  

“How long have you been here?” He wonders.

“All night!” You chuckle, brow arched in frustration as you explain, “Roger went up there to get you but he came back and said you were working on a song.”

Brian nods and presses his forehead against yours. You put your hands on his stomach over the small shirt he is wearing and breathe in the scent of his cologne combined with cigarettes and wood. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I didn’t know you were here…”

You give his chest a pat and put your hands on either side of his face, making him shut up.

“I want to listen to your song before leaving tomorrow.” You say. “We’re leaving after breakfast.”

“We?” Brian looks lost, “Who else came?”

You tell him that pretty much every one of his bandmates must have gotten in on that night and watch his ears turn a bright shade of pink. With a giggle, you kiss his chin and tilt your head back to look up at him.

“Now I feel stupid.” He admits. “Why didn’t you just come to get me?”

Already tired of giving Brian explanations, you dig into his hair and tangle your fingers with his unruly curls.

Brian grunts and closes his eyes, he lets you kiss his jaw and neck and soon he forgets he even asked you a question when he dips his head to capture your lips in a wet needy kiss. God, the band has been away working on their next album for ages! You can feel yourself growing more and more aroused by the second. For him it is quite similar, Brian does not want to push you further but he craves for your touch, his fingers feel sore from the time you’ve been out of reach for them.

You moan into Brian’s lips and pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his middle you feel his hard-on press against your belly. Gasping, Brian pulls you closer by the hips. Unable to resist, you bite on his lips and pull apart.

“I can’t make it to the room.” He confesses, teasing your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. “Do you mind if we…?”

Before Brian says another word you shake your head and put your hands on the edge of the table, you prop yourself up to sit there. With a grin you pull at his arms, so he comes closer, standing in between your legs.

Cupping your face with a single hand he crashes his lips on yours, decided on having you now. You respond to his kiss and let his tongue into your mouth, his hands travel down your waist and Brian’s hands slide on your legs, touching you under the skirt of your dress, caressing your thighs, aiming for your knickers he pulls them aside not without noticing your rapid heartbeat against his chest. He moans at how wet you are, and you have nothing to say when his lips leave yours. You want him so bad, you don’t mind doing it right then and there.

He slides his fingers over your folds and starts rubbing his thumb across your clit, you let your head fall on his shoulder and open your eyes to see his hand working your sensitive spot. You press a kiss on his neck and slide your hand down and palm his cock, hard under your touch. He lets out a heavy breath. You are sure you just want him to fuck you now and don’t even mind that it will be a bit of quickie.

“I need you. Now.” You announce, your fingers lingering on his bottom lip as your eyes stare of up at him.

Brian blinks a few times but hears you. He pulls your underwear off of you and forgets about it once it hangs with danger from your ankle. You pull his pants down along with his boxers and give his cock a couple of pumps watching your boyfriend’s mouth fall slightly open as he moans in pleasure. Brian takes matters into his own hands - quite literally -, he holds your wrists and pulls your hands away, instead, he puts his own hard cock against your entrance and pushes your shirt up. You wrap your legs around him and pull his face closer to you as he enters you slowly, both of you stare into each other’s eyes in the meantime. You push his hair away from his face and kissed him for a second before he started moving out of you, although he has given you little time to adjust you let him and roll your hips against his with loud moans escaping your mouth. You need to hold on to something when he picks up a pace and fucks you relentlessly, thrusting into you, holding your hips as he does. You are perched upon his shoulders, losing yourself in Brian, rapidly nearing your climax.

Brian’s moves become sloppy and you feel him twitch inside you. His eyes are closed, he bows his head and his curls fall on your face, you put your hands on his back and although it would under different circumstances it would be his hands on your ass, you grab his butt and pull him closer.

“Shit, I’m gonna…” Brian cries out, squeezing your thighs to have your legs tightly wrapped around him as he cums, pouring his warm seed inside you he slips his hand between your bodies and presses his finger on your sensitive clit.

Knowing how to work you, he nibbles on your neck and enjoys the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock while it stays inside your pussy.

“Brian!” You come with an agitated gasp and your eyes roll back followed by your head. In absolute ecstasy, you call out Brian’s name, shushed by his lips kissing yours slowly, pulling your lips apart and sliding his tongue inside your mouth to massage yours and slide out again as he presses his lips on yours again. You come back down to earth with worked up breathes and smile at each other.

Looking down you see your underwear still hanging from your foot and laugh as Brian catches some of his cum that started leaking from between your legs. He looks around for a moment, wondering what to do with his dirty fingers now.

“Allow me,” you say with a wink and lean down to suck his fingers clean.

“I thought I was satisfied until just now.” He pushes your hair behind your ear and leans into you to kiss your cheek. “My room?”

You push him away and bring your leg up, motioning for him to grab your knickers. With a grin on your face, you jump off of the table. Brian pulls his pants up with your undies in his hand. Thinking about it, you have an idea, the band still had a long couple of weeks of work ahead of themselves so you grab Roger’s camera and hold your hand out. You wait for Brian to grab it and take you back to his room.  

“Is that Roger’s camera?” Brian’s confusion is evident in his inquisitive tone. “What are you doing with it?”

“Leaving you some souvenirs.” You shrug, walking into his room.

[starrystarrybabe]

Oh, How the Mighty Fall [In Love] CHAPTER FIVE (OC x Ben Hardy)

CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, CHAPTER THREE, CHAPTER FOUR

Lily Anne Mercury is brought in to help with Bohemian Rhapsody at the request of her Uncle Bri and Uncle Rog, and along the way, she might meet someone to share her life with. The only problem with this is that while their friends and the world can see that they’re perfect for each other, they’re going to be fully blind to this for a while.

Hello, everyone! Sorry this took so long to write. I’ve been bombarded with work and I’m just sort of drowning rn and I’m not sure what I’m doing anymore. I sort of spiralled, but writing this helps me stay grounded. I’m glad that everyone likes the fic so far, and if anyone wants to message me about the story or the characters, that’s totally fine. I love talking with y’all! This is a fun chapter, so please, enjoy!

-- casey

DISCLAIMER: I’m fully aware that it would’ve been physically impossible for Jim and Freddie to have a child even with this method during the time they were alive, but the idea of Freddie as a dad and the idea of how his child would turn out to be was just too sweet for me to not write.

TRIGGERS: hint at sexy times and scene in rehab

FACECLAIMS:

Kelly Gale as Lily Anne Mercury

Sira P. Kante as Ezichi Adebayo

Erika Linder as Bronwyn Ryan-Hughes

Bree Kish as Madigan Ryan-Hughes

October, 2018

Lily Anne drives to the filming studio after months away from her BoRhap boys, and the excitement she feels is threatening to bubble over. She’s missed them so much, and even though Joe would facetime her or send her pictures almost every day, it still hurt not to be with them in person.

She steps out of the G Wagon and walks across the parking lot to the set, smiling. The sounds of a bustling crew can be heard, and as she approaches the set, she smiles as she sees that it is a perfect recreation of the one from I Want to Break Free, which is one of her favorite music videos of all time. She can’t wait to see the boys dressed up in drag.

Roger and Brian walk in behind Lily Anne, and she almost jumps when she feels a hand clap onto her shoulder.

“How was the tour, love?” Roger asks, grinning at his goddaughter.

Lily Anne smiles and hugs her uncle, closing her eyes. “It was great. I could’ve done with something bigger than a twin bed, though. It was barely big enough for me.”

Roger lets her go after a moment, ruffling her hair. “You’d be surprised how many people can fit on a single bunk when you try hard enough.”

Lily Anne lets out a disgusted noise before hugging her Uncle Brian, smiling. He hugs her back tightly, smacking Roger’s shoulder.

“Ignore him. He’s just being himself,” Brian says, laughing. “We missed you, but you seemed to be having fun from what we could tell.”

Lily Anne smiles up at the man after they break apart, nodding. “It was fun, but I missed my boys and Lucy. How have they been?”

Brian nods after thinking for a moment, satisfied. “They’re doing great! They did miss you, though.”

Roger smirks, looking down to clean his sunglasses. “Especially Ben. You should’ve seen his face the first day you weren’t at set. The boy looked like a hurt puppy.”

Lily Anne scoffs and crosses her arms. “You’re being ridiculous. Quit it.”

Roger shrugs, looking smug. “I’m just saying. I don’t know what you did to that boy, but I’ve never seen anyone look so sad.”

Lily Anne rolls her eyes and looks up at Brian, waving one hand dismissively at Roger. “Whatever. Now, where are they? I need to see them before I do anything.”

Brian points to a red door and smiles. “Right through there, getting their makeup done.”

She smiles and kisses his cheek before turning to leave. “Thank you! I’ll see you both later.”

As she leaves, Brian looks over at Roger and sighs heavily. “What did I say about letting them figure it out for themselves?”

Roger puts on his sunglasses and shakes his head. “If we don’t make it clear to them, they’ll never figure it out.”

Brian looks down, rubbing his temples. “Just be patient, Rog. It’ll happen eventually.”

Roger shakes his head. “I want to see them produce a child and walk her down the aisle before we become senile or croak. If I need to speed up the process, I will.”

Brian shakes his head, and the pair walks off to check with the director what they would be doing that day.

All they want is for Lily Anne to be happy. Ben can make her happy, and he knows it. But it will happen at their own pace, and however long he has to wait, he will.

---

Lily knocks on the door of the large trailer, smiling. She can hear Joe inside, going on about something, and recognizes Rami’s laughter immediately.

The door is opened by Ben, with his makeup on and wig pinned back, and her jaw drops.

She always knew Roger looked pretty in this music video, but Ben is on a whole other level, and she’s just-- wow. He’s already pretty, but in this makeup, with the wig, and the skirt--

Holy fuck.

“Lily! I didn’t know you’d be back today!” Ben exclaims happily, bringing her inside and hugging her. She’s silent, and when he pulls back, she’s just looking over him in awe. “Words, Lil. I need to hear words. What’s going on?” He frowns, concerned.

She blinks and shakes her head furiously, backing up. “This--” she gestures wildly to Ben’s get up, “--should be fucking illegal. Who gave you the right to look this good as a girl, Hardy?”

Ben laughs, shaking his head and heating up. “It’s just the outfit, really.”

Lily Anne scoffs, looking up at Ben with an offended gleam in her eyes. “No, it isn’t. It is absolutely disgusting how fucking well you’re pulling this off and you know it, Ben. Don’t be fucking humble about it, that’s even worse!”

Joe has been recording this, and snorts, prompting Lily Anne to look towards him and his camera.

“That’s what I was saying!” he says, just as insistent as Lily Anne.

She nods, putting down her purse and pointing to Ben. “Look at this shit! Just take it all in, and tell me that this isn’t the prettiest woman you’ve ever seen.”

Rami and Gwil can’t form words, they’re laughing so hard.

Lily Anne puts her hands on her knees, slouching over, and catching her breath. She regains her composure before straightening up and doing a deep cleansing breath. She faces Ben again and smiles.

“I’m sorry. I needed to get that out of my system. You look good.” She smiles and hugs him, before moving to greet the rest of the cast.

She hugs Joe from the back and grins. “I missed you all so much on tour.”

“We missed you too,” Rami says, smiling and squeezing her hand as his makeup is touched up.

Lily walks over to Gwil and gives him a hug, smiling.

“How was the tour?” he asks, smiling up at her.

She stands up straight and smiles, moving out of the makeup artists’ way. “It was great! We sold out almost every stadium, and the fans were super receptive to the new music. I had a great time meeting some of them as well. The only downside was sleeping on a tour bus. It wasn’t exactly easy to sleep with the movement.”

Ben speaks as the hair person begins to finesse the blonde wig he’s wearing. “What was your favorite gig?”

Lily Anne purses her lips, tapping her chin. “That’s a good question. I think… probably Madison Square Garden. Especially since my Papa performed there as well. It meant a lot that I was carrying on his legacy and returning.”

Rami smiles and nods, turning around in the chair as the wig is adjusted. “I loved the song you wrote that you debuted on tour.”

Lily Anne looks down and laughs nervously. “Thanks, Rami.”

Joe looks over at Ben, who’s making it a point not to face Lily.

“It had some really beautiful lyrics,” Gwil says, keeping still as the makeup artist reapplies his eyeliner. “Your performance of it was amazing.”

Lily Anne smiles, rubbing the back of her neck. “I hated it while I was writing it, but I couldn’t sleep until I got it out of my head and onto paper. Thought it sounded bloody pathetic at first.”

Rami frowns. “I didn’t think it sounded weak. If anything, it was brave. You were just putting it all out there, and that’s incredible.”

Ben nods, and speaks quietly. “It takes a lot of balls to perform something like that.”

Lily turns to look at him, and smiles. “I guess it does.”

The trailer falls into a comfortable silence as the makeup artists and hair people finish up, and pretty soon, the boys are escorted to begin the shoot for the day. Lily Anne sits back and watches as they replicate the music video, smiling to herself as she thinks about how Freddie would always take her to his video shoots.

1991

The set of I’m Going Slightly Mad

Freddie bounces a two-year-old Lily Anne on his lap as he gets his makeup done for the video, trying not to smile as she lets out high-pitched giggles and waves her arms around. Eventually, he cracks, and the makeup artist huffs, shaking her head.

“Freddie, we don’t have time to waste! I can’t keep redoing this because you keep smiling!” she exclaims, putting down her supplies. “Let someone else take Lily Anne. She’s very cute, but right now we need to work.”

Freddie sighs, regaining his composure after cooing and hugging his daughter. “Alright. I’m sorry, darling. She’s just too much sometimes.” He kisses her cheek and looks over to see Deaky reading a book in his chair. “John, darling!”

Deaky looks over to his friend, closing the book. “What is it, Fred?”

“Could you take Lily? She’s making me laugh,” he asks, gesturing to the two-year-old with her hair in pigtails.

Deaky grins and walks over, plucking the baby from her father’s lap. “Of course! Hello, Lily Anne! We’re going to have plenty of fun, aren’t we, love?”

Lily Anne giggles, clapping her hands and cuddling into her uncle. “Unca John! Unca John!”

Deaky smiles, kissing the girl’s cheek. “Good girl! What’s that, darling?” He points to the penguins.

“Penguin!” Lily Anne exclaims, clapping.

“What about that thing on Uncle Roger’s head, love?” he points to Roger, who’s wearing his teapot hat.

When Roger sees Lily Anne, he sticks his tongue out at the girl, causing her to giggle.

“Kettle!” Lily Anne responds, sticking her tongue back out at her uncle.

“What’s the best instrument in the world, Lily?” Roger asks, smiling at the girl.

Lily Anne purses her lips before saying, “Guitar!”

Roger pretends to cry, sniffling and wiping away fake tears. “Not the drums?”

Lily Anne reaches for her Uncle Roger, and Deaky hands her over. She immediately begins patting Roger’s face with her tiny hands, pouting.

“No cry. Drums okay, guitar better,” she says, looking at Roger seriously.

He smiles and kisses her cheek, smiling. “I’m just joking, love. I’m not crying.”

Lily Anne huffs, hitting his chest with her little baby fist. “Not funny!”

“What do we call Uncle Rog when he’s being bad, darling?” Freddie calls out, smiling.

Lily Anne pokes Roger’s nose and grins. “Wanker!”

Roger cackles, leaning back and holding the little girl close.

To say that Lily Anne is confused by Gwil asking her to meet him in his trailer is beyond true. She has no fucking idea what he could possibly want from her alone, and he’s shown no attraction towards her, so she doesn’t quite know what all this is about.

Brian 2.0: Hi, Lily. I need to talk to you about something.

Lily Anne: sure thing. what is it, gwil?

Brian 2.0: Can you come to my trailer later? I need to tell you in person.

Lily Anne: of course. should i be concerned?

Brian 2.0: No, not at all! I think you’ll like what I have to say, but I don’t know for sure. Just come over later and everything will be cleared up.

Lily Anne: alright. will do!

Brian 2.0: Thank you so much. I really appreciate this.

After the shoot is over, she does as she’s been told to, and knocks on the door of Gwil’s trailer. He opens the door, looking nervous. She walks inside, frowning.

“Gwil, are you sure you’re alright? I’ve never seen you this nervous before,” Lily asks, looking up at the tall man.

Gwil takes a deep breath and fiddles with his fingers, trying to compose himself. “I’m alright, I swear. Just… sit down, please. On the couch.”

Lily does as she’s told, and when Gwil sits next to her, he turns to face her and clears his throat.

“I know I’ve made a rather… well, a strange request by asking you to come here alone, and it’s even stranger that I did it over text since you’ve been here all day,” Gwil says, fiddling with the cuffs of his sweater sleeves.

“Yes, that’s true. You’ve been off all day, really. I noticed that you were quieter than usual on set, less engaged than I’ve seen you be with the boys,” Lily says, looking back up at him.

Gwil nods, gulping. “I know, I know. I just… how do I say this?” He runs a hand through his hair. “While you were on tour, I couldn’t…” He moves his hands, trying to articulate. “I couldn’t stop thinking--” He huffs and drops his head. “I’m sorry, I’m usually so much better with words. You know that.”

Lily Anne nods, resting one hand on Gwil’s knee. “I know. Take your time.”

After a moment, Gwil lifts his head again, taking a deep breath. “I couldn’t stop thinking about Ezichi. I missed her so much, and even though we talked almost daily, it was still so hard to be away from her for that long. I never want to feel that way ever again, and I’ve most certainly never felt so strongly about someone as I feel about her.”

Lily Anne’s smile grows as he speaks, spreading across her entire face. “You love her.”

Gwil nods, smiling nervously. “I do. I love her more deeply than I’ve ever loved anyone. I don’t think this feeling will ever go away or fade, and I have to express it to her.”

Lily Anne laughs, leaning back. “Go ahead and do it, Gwil! This is great! Why did you want to tell me about it first?”

Gwil smiles and holds Lily’s hand. “I wanted your permission. She’s your best friend. You know her better than anyone, and if you didn’t think that I was the best person for her to be with, who could love her fully and make her happy for the rest of her life, I wouldn’t make a move.”

Lily puts her hand over her heart, touched by Gwil’s words. “Gwil, I… I don’t think anyone could love her more than you already do. You should go for it. She loves you just as much.”

Gwil’s face lights up, and he squeezes her hand. “Did she tell you that?”

Lily nods, smiling. “Yep. The entire tour, you were the only man on her mind. You had her listening to Stevie Nicks she missed you so much!”

Gwil pulls his hand away and smiles, nodding. He hugs Lily, and she hugs him right back.

“At the wrap party, I fully expect you to tell her everything you told me,” Lily says, rubbing his back.

“Don’t worry, I absolutely will,” Gwil responds, squeezing Lily.

---

Lucy and Lily are walking through London, enjoying their girl’s day. They had decided to go to brunch and shop, and as they walk by a boutique, Lily grabs Lucy’s arm and points to two outfits in the window.

One of them is a red velvet suit with an embroidered sheer collared top, and the other is a Twiggy-style dress with a scalloped collar and leather accents on the bell sleeves. They look perfect.

“Lucy, if you don’t try on that dress, I will literally kill you,” Lily says, looking over at her friend. “You’ve got legs for miles. They would look fucking fabulous in that dress.”

Lucy points to the suit, grinning. “Your skin against that color red? C’mon, we have to try it.”

The pair walk inside and are tended to by a store employee, who immediately starts changing rooms for them.

“What’s the event?” another employee asks, smiling.

Lily Anne smiles back at the employee. “A party. It’s going to be at the Ritz, and we intend to look just as classy as the ballroom we’re going to be in.”

Lucy smiles at her friend, nodding. “It’s going to be a lot of fun.”

The employee seems impressed, raising a brow. “The Ritz. Wow. Well, we can pull some more outfits worthy of the Ritz if you’d like. There are plenty here.”

Lily looks at Lucy, who smiles and nods. She turns back to the employee and nods. “Sounds great, darling. We’d love that.”

The employee walks off, and the girls go in to try on their outfits.

Lily Anne loves the fit of the suit, and walks out to see Lucy looking at herself in the mirror, checking out the different angles of the dress.

“Damn, Lucy! That looks amazing on you!” Lily exclaims, grinning.

Lucy turns to her, nodding. “I really like it. But I’m not sure if it gives off the right vibe.”

Lily frowns, crossing her arms. “The right vibe? What is that supposed to mean? You look hot, is that not what you want?”

Lucy blushes slightly. “Well ideally I would like Rami to ask me to be his girlfriend--”

Lily scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Don’t worry. He would date you no matter what dress you wear to this party. He’s been in love with you since you started filming!”

Lucy nods, looking back in the mirror. “I know I probably sound ridiculous, but it’s not screaming ‘I’m ready to be your girlfriend!’ to me.”

Lily Anne takes a moment to analyze the dress before nodding. “I get what you mean. Do you think this outfit would be good for the party?”

Lucy looks over Lily Anne and smiles, nodding. “I mean… you look stunning.”

The sales assistant from earlier comes back holding two dresses, and gasps when she sees Lily Anne. “Holy shit! Pardon my language, but that looks amazing on you!”

Lily Anne smiles at the sales assistant. “Thank you, darling.”

The assistant hands off the two dresses to another worker to put in Lucy’s changing room, examining the suit. “It looks very glam rock. I would wear the shirt with a nude lace bra, or just pasties if you’re brave enough. However, it’s a really good look either way.”

Lily Anne smiles as Lucy goes back to change, and examines herself in the mirror. She takes off the blazer, revealing the tattoos on her arms, and the worker gasps.

“Oh my god, you’re Lily Anne Mercury! I didn’t recognize you without all the glam when you walked in.” The worker turns red, shaking her head. “I’m so embarrassed! I listened to your music all the time in 2012, and I love the new album. I’m a huge fan, really.”

Lily Anne smiles, putting a hand over her heart. “Thank you, darling. It’s alright. I can be very lowkey when I want to be, and not many people recognize me on the streets unless I’m wearing something outrageous. I appreciate that you like my music.”

The worker’s smile is so wide and bright, and Lily Anne is touched that she could brighten this retail worker’s day with her presence. “It’s so cool to have such a powerful group of women to look up to. My niece loves you too. Her greatest wish is to go to a Room 301 concert and become a songwriter.”

Lily Anne nods, thinking for a moment. “What’s her name? I can get her a ticket to the next concert we do, and if she wants to go backstage afterward and meet the band, she can do that as well.”

The worker gasps, and covers her mouth. “That’s so sweet of you! Her name is Evelyn Kensie Wells, and I can give you her mom’s name and number.”

Lily Anne nods, and plugs the information into her phone. “What’s your name, darling?”

“Caroline Lewis, miss,” the worker responds, smiling.

Lily Anne grins. “I expect to see you there with Evelyn, alright?”

Caroline hugs her, and she smiles, hugging her back. She loves helping people and giving them nice things, and especially women and children. When Caroline pulls away, she’s slightly shaking.

“Can you ring up this suit, darling? I’m taking it.”

Caroline goes to ring up the suit and Lucy exits the changing room in a silky black gown with a turtleneck and a thigh-high slit. The sleeves hug her arms, and the backless detail just adds another layer of glamour to this look.

Lily Anne is speechless, and Lucy looks at herself in the mirror.

“What do you think, Lily?” Lucy asks, smiling.

“Rami is going to lose it and so will I,” Lily says excitedly. “You look like a goddess, Lucy. I love it. I’m getting it for you because you need this dress.”

Lucy frowns, shaking her head. “Lily, please--”

Lily shakes her head, cutting Lucy off. “Take that off and get into your casual clothes, because we’re getting shoes next.”

Lucy mumbles affirmatively, and the girls leave the store with their outfits for the party.

---

Lily sits back in an armchair, checking her phone as she waits for Lucy to finish getting her makeup done.

“Do you really think Rami will make a move, Lily?” Lucy asks, nervously playing with her rings.

Lucy looks over at the woman looking up at the ceiling as her bottom lashline is smoked out. “Look at yourself in the mirror, Lucy. You’re a five-course meal, darling! I’d marry you on the spot if you weren’t already emotionally involved with someone.”

Lucy smiles, letting the makeup artist do her other eye. “You say that as if you’re not also emotionally involved with a certain man.”

Lily rolls her eyes, and hears a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” she asks.

“Room service,” Bronwyn answers, causing Madi to laugh.

Lily opens the door, smiling. “I don’t remember ordering two raging lesbians.”

Bronwyn shrugs. “Sorry, love. We don’t come with a return policy.”

Lily grins. “Eh. I didn’t pay too much for you two, so I’ll keep you.”

Madigan smiles, and they walk inside, closing the door behind them. Bronwyn looks over at Lucy, raising a brow.

“Damn, Lucy. If I weren’t already married, I’d wife you the fuck up,” she says, smiling.

Madigan looks over and wolf whistles, joining her wife. “If it doesn’t work out with Rami, you can always come to us.”

Lucy blushes. “Thank you. You’re both very sweet.”

Lily smiles, and there is another knock at the door. “Hello?”

“My tit is about to pop out of this dress. Open up before I give someone a show,” Ezichi says, sounding panicked.

Lily Anne opens up the door and lets her friend, whistling at her ensemble. “We’re going easy access tonight, aren’t we?”

Ezichi examines Lily’s sheer top and raises a brow. “You’re basically flashing everyone. Don’t be a hypocrite.”

Lily Anne scoffs and looks in the mirror. “You can’t see that much with the embroidery, really. If it’s actually too much I can just wear the blazer over it.”

Ezichi rolls her eyes, picking up a piece of fashion tape from the box on the table and applying it to her dress. With Lily’s help, they manage to stick the fabric down, and Ezichi jumps for good measure, testing it out. The tape stays, and Ezichi smiles.

Lucy stands up from the chair and walks over to the mirror, and Ezichi’s jaw drops. “Holy crap, Lucy!”

Lucy’s eyes widen in panic and she immediately begins to look over herself for anything off. “What? Is there a stain on the dress?”

Ezichi shakes her head, laughing. “No! Not at all. You just look really good, that’s all. I’ve never seen you in a dress like this! I love it!”

Lucy smiles at Ezichi. “Thank you so much! I love yours too!”

Lily Anne frowns as her phone buzzes, and looks down at the device.

blind bitch: Help

She responds to Roger, sighing.

Lily Anne: what is it?

blind bitch: Can you sign tonite ?

Lily Anne: … sign?

blind bitch: Sing*

Lily Anne: what’s in it for me?

blind bitch: Are you kidding mr?

blind bitch: Me*

Lily Anne: nope.

The text bubble appears, disappears, and appears again over a span of ten minutes.

blind bitch: I’ll buy hte food for the after party.

blind bitch: The*

Lily Anne purses her lips, thinking for a moment before responding.

Lily Anne: sure. what songs are we doing?

blind bitch: Thank u !! Just we are the champions, dont stop me now, we will rock you, and borhap.

Lily Anne: got it. will warm up now.

blind bitch: Love ya, Lily !

Lily Anne: love you too, uncle rog.

Lily takes a sip of water and begins to do vocal exercises, causing Ezichi to frown.

“We’re not performing tonight, why are you warming up?” Madi asks, voicing what the band is thinking.

“Roger just texted me asking if I could perform with him and Brian tonight, and he’s buying us after party snacks if I do,” Lily explains, shrugging.

Bronwyn answers her phone as she gets a call, smiling. “Hello, Brian! What’s up?” She leans back against the bed she’s laying on as he speaks. “Alright. I’m down to perform if you have the bass. Which songs?” She nods as the songs are listed. “Got it. Easy enough. Bring up the bass so I can practice and we’ll be good to go! Thanks! Bye, Brian!” She hangs up and looks over at Lily Anne. “Sarina is bringing up the bass.”

Lily smiles, pausing her singing. “Sounds great.”

Ten minutes later there’s a knock on the door, and Ezichi opens it to reveal Sarina Taylor carrying a bass and wearing a low cut dress that fits her body like a glove.

“Hello, Ezichi! I love the outfit!” she says as she walks inside, kissing Ezichi’s cheek.

“Thanks, Sarina! I love yours as well,” Ezichi responds, smiling.

Bronwyn walks over and gets the bass from Sarina’s hands. “Thanks, mum,” she says jokingly.

“You’re welcome, love. You look dashing,” Sarina says, pinching Bron’s cheek.

Lily Anne smiles and hugs Sarina, grinning. “You look stunning, mum,” she says, smiling.

2013

Rehab

Lily Anne reclines in her bed, writing down the lyrics to one of her new songs when she hears a knock on the door. She looks up tiredly. “Who is it?”

A nurse responds to her. “You have a visitor, Miss Mercury.”

Lily Anne puts aside her paper, frowning. Nobody has come to visit her since she got here two months ago. “Who is it?”

“Sarina Taylor. She says that she’s your aunt. Do you want to meet her at the front desk?” the nurse asks.

Lily Anne blinks in confusion, biting her lip. Roger took it particularly harshly when she overdosed for the second time, but as a small gift, she received sequin slippers from the Taylor clan as a collective whole. She didn’t anticipate Sarina or any of the Taylors actually wanting to see her.

“Miss? Do you want to meet her? It’s up to you,” the nurse prompts.

“Y-yeah. Sure, just let me put on some shoes and a sweater,” she responds, clearing piles of paper off her bed.

“Take your time, Miss. I’ll tell the front desk that you’ll be down soon,” the nurse says before leaving.

When Lily Anne heads down to the front desk with a messy bun, gray sweats, and her slippers on, Sarina spots her and perks up, sitting up in her seat. Lily Anne walks over to her and the woman puts aside the bouquet she has in her lap to stand up and tightly hug Lily Anne.

There are no words that come out of Sarina’s mouth, but the love and relief she feels radiates from the warm hug Lily Anne recieves. When Sarina pulls away, she hands her the bouquet, smiling. “They’re from your garden. Mary helped me collect them.”

Lily Anne nods, smiling weakly at the flowers. “Thank you, Sarina. They’re gorgeous.”

Sarina picks up her purse and smiles at the girl. “Do you want to put them in your room and then go for lunch?”

Lily Anne raises a brow at the word lunch. “Lunch where? I can’t leave the facilities.”

Sarina nods. “I know. Jer and Kashmira made you some food, and I have it in my bag. We can eat it near the pond and have a little picnic of sorts.”

Lily Anne gulps back emotion and nods, smiling. “Sure thing. Let’s go to my room first.”

---

When Sarina sees the papers all over, she frowns. “Love? What’s all this?”

Lily Anne places the flowers in a plastic pitcher and puts them near her window. “The papers? They’re song lyrics.”

Sarina nods and leans down to pick some up off the floor. “Can I look at them, or are they not done yet?”

Lily Anne hesitates before nodding, helping her to pick up the papers. “I’m most likely gonna produce them, so I guess it really doesn’t make a difference, does it?”

Sarina smiles and nods, and as they leave the room and walk over to the elevator, she looks down at Lily’s feet. “I’m glad you like the slippers. Lola picked them out for you.”

Lily smiles, looking at her aunt. “Tell her that they’re a very good gift.”

Sarina nods, satisfied. “I will.”

---

Lily Anne smells the Indian food when Sarina pulls it out of her bag and nearly begins to cry. She can taste the love when it reaches her mouth and closes her eyes. A single tear falls because she can barely handle all this emotion she feels. Sarina squeezes her hand, and she squeezes it back, looking over to see the woman barely holding back tears.

“We all just want you to be okay, Lily. We’re here for you always, no matter what,” Sarina says.

Lily nods. “I know. I appreciate it.”

“They why don’t you take it?” Sarina asks.

Lily Anne takes a deep breath. “Sometimes I don’t think I deserve it. I’ve hurt so many--” She wipes away a tear. “So many people, so badly. I know that I’ve wounded Brian and Anita more times than I can count. My bandmates are so loyal, and I just don’t understand why. But the worst hurt has always fallen on Roger.”

Sarina nods, looking down. “He loves you so much. We all do.”

Lily takes another bite of her food. “I know that. He’s like a third father to me, which is why he can’t stand to see me destroy myself.”

Sarina takes a deep breath. “He’s hurting so badly. We all are. I offered for him to come, but--”

Lily Anne furiously shakes her head. “I don’t want to see the hurt in his eyes.”

“That’s why I’m here. He wants to know that you’re doing better.”

Lily passes Sarina a song she’s written. “Bring this to him.”

Sarina nods. “Can I read it?”

Lily looks over at her and nods. “Yeah. I want him to write this one with me.”

Sarina looks down and begins to read it, smiling. “Lily, you’ve never written anything this… this vulnerable.”

Lily takes another bite of her food and nods. “It’s my own form of therapy. I tried the group stuff, the meditation, the art therapy, but this is the only thing that really works for me.” Sarina nods, looking at the scrawled out lyrics. “Does it make you feel better?”

Lily nods, smiling. “Yeah. It helps me out a lot. I think I finally found a good coping mechanism.”

Sarina’s smile only grows as she reads further. “Oh, Lily… he’s going to love this. He’ll be so happy that you’ve found something that works for you!”

Lily smiles as her aunt kisses her forehead, closing her eyes.

Lily Anne leads the group of ladies downstairs, walking into the lavish ballroom and smiling as she sees the BoRhap boys together. As soon as she walks inside, Ben is the first to notice her, and smiles when he sees her, beginning to walk over. Gwil and Rami follow, and Joe tags along behind them.

Lily Anne looks over Ben’s suit, nodding in approval. “Black velvet with a red cufflink. I approve.”

Ben smiles at her and nods. “I see we both got the memo.”

She nods, laughing before looking over his cufflinks. “Are these real rubies?”

He nods, and Lily Anne’s jaw drops. “Wow. How boujee of you, Benjamin.”

He grins down at her. “What can I say? You’ve influenced my style.”

Her lips quirk up into a smile, and as he offers her his elbow to walk to their table, she takes it, walking away with him.

Joe looks like he wants to kill both of them. “How are they so blind? How? They even dressed the same fucking way without consulting each other!”

Gwil sighs, patting Joe’s back. “Just be patient, Joe. You’ll be his best man someday.”

Ezichi nods, agreeing with Gwil. “It will be a long time before she puts me in a bridesmaid’s dress.” She looks at Gwil, smiling. “I love the suit.”

Gwil smiles back at her, nodding. “I think that’s a gorgeous dress. You look amazing.”

She smiles as Gwil offers her his arm, and she takes it, walking off with him.

Bron looks over at Joe and sighs, offering her own arm. He takes it with a smile, and she grins.

---

Brian taps the microphone and the room quiets down, everyone turning to look at the man.

“Hello, everyone! Do I have your attention? Good.” Brian pulls out a piece of paper from his suit jacket. “First of all, I would like to say thank you to everyone who worked on this project, which is so important to Queen, to Lily, and to everyone who knew and loved Freddie.” He smiles at the audience fondly. “This project has been in development for so long, because we knew that it had to be absolutely perfect for Freddie. Everything, from the script, to the cast, to the set, to the timing. Everything just had to be perfect. I’m very pleased to say that Roger and I found that it was the best it could possibly be, and our goal of making sure the world knows Freddie and the band as more than just another rock band was met.” Brian wipes his eyes, smiling. “Queen is a family for me, and it has been since 1970, when we first got together. Just like a family, some people have decided to be less directly involved, but that doesn’t change that we love them unconditionally, and hold our arms open for them if they choose to return to the forefront. Also, just like a family, we take care of one another, no matter what.” Brian looks down at Lily, who blinks away a happy tear. “Everyone in this room is now part of the Queen family, and I’m so glad that we could extend our love to all of you talented, dedicated, wonderful people.”

The audience claps, and Brian nods, waiting for them to calm down.

“As a thank you, we’d like to perform a few songs for you all. On the bass, we’ll have the talented Bronwyn Ryan-Hughes, and in place of Adam and Freddie, the lovely Lily Anne Mercury.”

As the crowd roars, Lily Anne sheds her blazer, putting it on her chair before stepping on stage. She walks over to Brian and gives him a tight hug, smiling. He reciprocates, and when he pulls away, walks over to his Red Special. Roger gives Lily and Bron thumbs up, and the girls nod, heading over to their instruments.

Lily Anne takes her spot at the baby grand piano, angling down the microphone with a smile.

“I must admit, I was informed of this just thirty minutes ago, so I have no idea what the order of the set list is,” Lily Anne laughs, waving dismissively. “But I think it’s only right to start off with a song that truly encapsulates the legacy of this amazing band.” She begins playing We Are the Champions, and as the room claps, she lets the music take her, infusing all the heart and soul she can into the lyrics of the song.

She imagines that Jim and Freddie are watching her from the back of the room, smiling and holding hands as their baby girl sings, knowing that they raised a strong, independent, confident woman. In a way, she thinks they are watching her, and she could swear that she feels her Papa behind her, performing alongside her. As the song closes, she takes a bow before returning to the piano.

Don’t Stop Me Now gets her moving around the stage, at one point headbanging to Brian’s guitar solo. She owns the song, and as she begins the stomp stomp clap of We Will Rock You, she prompts everyone to stand up, causing the whole floor to shake. The power of the song causes the air around her to buzz with energy, and she sighs deeply, taking a sip of water and sitting down to catch her breath before the last song.

“You’re an amazing audience, truly.” She says, smiling at the people in the room. “I can’t help but feel like Freddie is watching this all from above. I’m sure he’s forcing Jim to sing along to all of it, and playing with the cats.” She lets out a laugh. “How about we close with a little Bohemian Rhapsody?”

The audience yells, and Lily Anne stands up to finish off the set. The song goes perfectly, and everyone screams once the song is over. Lily Anne feels a spark on her forehead and a hand on her shoulder, and knows that it’s Freddie, and he’s proud of her. She takes a bow with Bron, and hugs Brian and Roger, smiling.

---

Ezichi smiles and hugs Lily Anne as she sits down, grinning. “You were perfect, Lily! That was amazing.”

Lily Anne smiles at Ezichi and returns the hug, leaning against her friend. “Thank you, Ezichi. I appreciate it.”

Bron sits down and Madi kisses her cheek, grinning. “You looked so happy up there, B! I loved it!”

Bron wraps an arm around her wife, kissing her on the lips. “Thanks, Mads. I must admit, your dancing did encourage me to continue on. It was adorable.”

Madi blushes and shakes her head. “I dance like a chicken without a head, Bron. I’m so bad at it.”

Lily Anne frowns. “Madi, you’re a great dancer!”

Madi looks over and scoffs. “Not when it’s anything but Irish dance.”

Joe smiles, looking over at her. “You did Irish dance?”

Madi nods, smiling. “Yep. I’ve done it since I was five.”

Bron ruffles her wife’s hair. “She dances and I play Welsh fiddle.”

Gwil perks up. “How Welsh were your parents?”

Bron looks over and raises her brows. “My father had the flag tattooed across his back and my mother was a Welsh clog dancing champion. I grew up only speaking Welsh in the house.”

Gwil leans back, nodding. “I did clog dancing as well. I was pretty good at it, actually.”

Ezichi grins at Gwil. “No way. I have to see that.”

Gwil smiles at her. “I’m sure I can find my clogs somewhere in my closet.”

Just then, a slower acoustic cover of You’re My Best Friend begins playing, and people start to go to the dance floor in the center of the room as couples.

“Speaking of dancing,” Gwil begins, standing up and offering Ezichi his hand, “would you like to join me out there?”

Ezichi’s smile grows, and she stands, nodding. “Of course.”

Bron soon sweeps Madi to the floor, and Lily Anne, Ben, and Joe are left sitting there. The tension is thick, and Lily Anne sighs, sipping her virgin margarita. She clearly expects Ben to ask her to dance, but that’s not going to happen, so Joe steps in, standing up and offering her his hand.

“M’lady, could I have this dance?” he asks in a silly accent.

Lily snorts, putting down her drink. “I suppose so, my good sir. Please, sweep me away with your dance moves!”

Joe smiles and takes her hand, and as they walk to the dance floor and begin dancing, his hand on her back and hers on his shoulder, she sighs.

“Listen,” he says, becoming serious. “I know you were expecting Ben to ask you to dance. I get that I’m not him and this is a bit of a disappointment, but I will get that man to dance with you by the end of the night.”

Lily looks down, shaking her head. “It’s alright. I get it.” She looks up at Joe, concerned, and whispers. “Did I come on too strong with that song I wrote? I know it wasn’t subtle, but it wasn’t meant to scare him away.”

Joe sighs, looking down at her. “No, you didn’t. It was a good thing that you wrote that, because he called me up after he watched the video of it and asked me if you loved him.”

Her eyes go wide and she squeezes Joe’s hand. “What did you say?”

Joe smiles. “I asked him if he loved you.”

She squeezes his hand more tightly. “What did he say?”

Joe winces. “Lily, could you--”

She lightens her grip. “Sorry. I’m just really nervous.”

Joe shrugs, smiling. “It’s alright. To be honest, it’s pretty damn cute. Instead of saying yes or no, he said maybe, and before you say anything-- listen to me. I asked him to talk about you.”

Lily raises a brow and nods. “And?”

Joe smiles. “He praised you for almost ten minutes straight.”

Lily nods, pursing her lips. “Okay. But that’s not a yes or no answer.”

Joe nods, twirling her. “I then asked him that if you asked him to give you the world, would he do it?”

Lily looks up at Joe and presses her lips together nervously.

Joe leans in and whispers, “He said ‘Of course.’”

Lily smiles and sighs in relief, hugging Joe tightly. “Oh, thank God.”

Joe pulls away after a moment, looking down at her. “He’s scared. You’re scared. But I think if you asked him to dance, he would be less scared.”

Lily nods, smiling. “Alright. Thank you, Joe. You’ve been a great dance partner.”

Joe salutes her playfully. “Go get ‘im, tiger.”

Lily Anne walks off, going over to Ben, and the smile that lights up his face makes Joe want to squeal. Maybe, just maybe, he’s sped up this long and grueling waiting process.

---

Gwil is by far one of the best dance partners Ezichi has ever had. The height helps, but the firm hand on the small of her back and confident steps he takes are truly a wonderful combination. She lets Gwil guide her around the floor, smiling.

“You look really amazing, Zichi,” he says, looking into her eyes. “Truly gorgeous. I didn’t want the boys to tease me about it there, but I needed to get it off my chest.”

Ezichi smiles, letting out a little laugh. “I was going to say that your suit looks incredibly good on you, but I know Lily and Madi would have a field day going on about that. I’d never hear the end of it.”

Gwil smiles, but looks slightly confused. “I would think that Lily and Bron would be the ones making a big deal about it, not Madi.”

Ezichi nods, grinning. “I get that. Nowadays, Madi tries to contain her chaotic, nosy tendencies. She knows that Bron will immediately say something that gives away what she thinks, and she has to act like an adult to prevent that. But she’s a drummer. Drummers are inherently chaotic.”

Gwil lets out a laugh, and spins Ezichi. “All the chaotic energy is taken out on her drums?”

Ezichi nods, snorting. “Basically. She tries to be calm and collected and make sure Bron isn’t making a mess of things, but the one area where she’s still a teenager at heart is when it comes to gossip. She loves it.”

Gwil smiles and lets out a puff of laughter, shaking his head. “As a band, you all just work so well.”

Ezichi tilts her head to the side, shrugging with a fond smile on her face. “We have our fights, but we love each other. I couldn’t imagine life without them by my side. It would be so lonely.”

Gwil takes a deep breath, and looks down at Ezichi. “I understand the feeling. This project has been truly amazing, but I’m not sure how I’m going to get on once it’s all over. I’ll miss them all so much.”

Ezichi squeezes his hand, smiling. “Ben and Lucy will still be in London, and Rami and Joe both live in New York. It won’t be that hard to visit.”

Gwil shakes his head slightly. “I’ll also miss seeing you, Ezichi.”

Ezichi smiles fondly at Gwil, her stomach full of butterflies. “I’m in London. Lily’s in London. Bron and Madi are in London. We won’t be far at all.”

Gwil tilts her chin up so she’s looking in his eyes. “I know that, but I think I’ve become far too attached to you in particular, Ezichi.”

Ezichi’s eyes widen, and she begins to blush. “I-I… I’ve enjoyed your company as well, Gwil.”

Gwil smiles nervously. “If I’m being fully honest with myself, I’ve never felt so close to anyone before in my life. While you were on tour, I was so lonely. Every picture I saw of you just made me want to be with you, and I’ve never felt that kind of loneliness before, Ezichi. When you came back, I was just so indescribably happy. It was like a hole had been filled, but instead of making me simply content, it made me…”

Ezichi responds for him. “Happier than I’d ever been before.”

Gwil’s eyes light up. “Yes, that’s exactly it. Did you--” he turns red. “Did you feel the same way?”

His voice is so hopeful, and Ezichi is glad that she can make his hopes come true.

Ezichi nods, smiling. “I felt the same exact way, Gwil.”

Gwil nods, and as the song ends, he dips her, their faces mere inches apart. “I was so confused as to why it hurt so much, but I figured it out.” A new song starts up, and he lifts her out of the dip, his hand on her back beginning to shake. “I need you, Ezichi. You complete me in a way that nobody else can, and you make me want to be the best person I can be, because you’re my better half, and you deserve the best I can give you.”

Ezichi smiles widely as she’s twirled, and lets one hand rest on Gwil’s cheek, thumb stroking his stubble slowly. “I would’ve taken a simple ‘I love you,’ but I do love your monologues.”

Gwil smiles and kisses her gently, to which she reciprocates immediately. When they pull away Ezichi is flushed, and smiles as she move to wipe her lip gloss off of his face. After she does, he dips her again, holding her flush as his lips are at her ear.

He leans in to whisper in her ear as they keep dancing. “Now, as gentlemanly as I would like to be, and as much as I would like to treat you like the goddess you are, I am a mere man, and this dress is absolutely begging to be ripped off of your body.”

Ezichi smirks, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Gwil, let’s get a few things cleared up.” She’s twirled again. “I appreciate the gentleman, but right now I want an animal.” They sweep across the floor, and she smiles as they turn. “I am your goddess. My body is your temple, and your temple only.” Finally, she’s pulled in again, and looks up at him with a wicked grin. “I want people to know that you worshipped me.”

Gwil looks down at her, pupils dilated. “Get your purse. We’re going to my room now.”

---

Roger watches as Ben and Lily dance, and Sarina sits down beside him, smiling and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He turns to face her and smiles. “Hello, love. Enjoying the party?”

Sarina nods. “Very much. You sounded great up there, love. Everything was amazing.”

Roger smiles, sipping a glass of whiskey before kissing her hand and looking back at the dance floor.

Sarina watches with him, grinning into her glass of wine. “Lily and Ben aren’t going to admit their feelings for each other tonight, Rog.”

Roger looks over at Sarina, frowning. “Why not? They’re dancing. Lucy and Rami left earlier, and so did Ezichi and Gwil. How is it not going to happen?”

Sarina shrugs and holds his tattooed hand. “The timing isn’t right. They’re almost there, though. Be patient.”

Roger huffs and leans back, and Anita and Brian sit down next to them.

Brian smiles, sipping his water. “I know. I wanted it to happen too, but it won’t tonight.”

Roger shakes his head. “They’re so blind. It’s ridiculous that it’s taking this long for them to tell each other how they feel.”

Anita shakes her head. “They know how they feel for each other.”

Roger scoffs. “Then what’s taking so long?”

Brian smiles fondly. “They’re scared and cautious. They want it to work so badly that they’ll wait it out until it is fully clear that they won’t be rejected.”

Anita smiles and squeezes Roger’s hand. “When it happens, it will happen fast.”

Sarina nods, looking over at her husband. “Stop stewing, love. You’ll walk her down the aisle someday.”

Roger finishes his drink, sitting up. “I better.”

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