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glamrockmonarch · 4 years

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Girls? - AU from Original Timeline

Summary: what if B!Reader and Brian had been parents to twin girls instead? They would have been a different kind of trouble...

Warnings: none. It's kinda fluffy.

A/N: this is kind of something I got obsessed with after talking to bae-beh @leah-halliwell92 so this will serve us all as a backstory of sorts for her wonderful ask that you may find here.

B!Reader watched the screen in search for something that made sense. Although she was full of joy at the presumed sight of her babies, she still found no shapes on the screen when her doctor started the ultrasound.

Brian was more patient for these sorts of things; he sat quietly next to his wife and tried to soak everything in as if this was an experience too odd to run through, a chance handed over to him by the universe or God or whatever force moved the planets and created him, his wife, and his daughters. He was only slightly nervous, knowing since the previous appointment how much they would find out today. The babies' genders. Brian knew their chances of having twins were rare, a mere 3.35 percent proved enough, and there he sat with his hand on hers.

B!Reader had different but similar emotions about the pregnancy.

Brian did not expect he would ever become a dad again after his 40th birthday, and yet his eyes fell onto his young wife's belly. A baby bump that brought her brightness and joy in the last couple of weeks; through morning sickness that lasted all afternoon and came back at anytime in response to the minimal scent of something strange. She would laugh and sing around the house. He would find her dancing in the kitchen, humming an old song while breakfast cooked on the stove. Brian hated mornings but her liveliness helped him get out of bed every day, even if it was just to catch a glimpse of her curious eyes as she examined her middle section on the mirror to check the progress and growth of the little ones as her hands felt around the flesh under her belly button.

While B!Reader struggled to see what the doctor was so kind and patient to explain about the shapes and shadows on the screen, to Brian it was clear as day. In the time when he became a father for the first time he was just as confused as his wife was now, still he managed then to see in the poor image of that time his baby boy, nowadays a fully grown man. He marveled again at technology as the images seemed so much clearer than they had been when his youngest daughter was born.

His soft grip on her hand tightened, he recognised something, a simple comment from the doctor made him see it. Or rather... not see it.

"It's girls, congratulations!" She smiled at both of them.

Brian smiled with his lips pushed together in a tight line while B!Reader stared at the screen in amazement, she turned her head to Brian and saw his expression, she let out a laugh and tugged at his hand.

"We're having girls!" She whispered excitedly to which her husband replied by nodding.

It was surreal, he wanted to cry. He cried! And when the doctor let B!Reader clean up her stomach she wrapped her arms around him and they remained like that for a minute.

"I love you...so much..." she whispered against his shoulder.

Brian squeezed her tight between his arms, enough to keep her close and pressed against his body but not too much so he wouldn't harm his baby girls.

The girls. Brian spent long afternoons thinking about the new babies while B!Reader worked on her next book. He knew how much work it would be with one baby, he could imagine how difficult it would be with two. He had to admit, the outfits they came up with for girls were far more interesting than the little numbers out there for boys.

Brian kept writing things down in a notebook, making lists, going back and forth as he tried to imagine everything possible. He put money aside for the babies, for the nursery and their stuff. A fund. The girls would need money for school and who was to say he would still be there when they reached college. So he opened two accounts to put money aside for school. He had little bracelets made for the little ones as soon as he and B!Reader chose their names. Each bracelet read their full name, and Brian got B!Reader a necklace with a little golden plate reading the girls initials, he got himself one too, but kept them all locked and hidden until the girls were born.

Brian worried a lot about the most practical stuff, about the babies' wellbeing, about bringing them to a safe environment. He put a machine to warm up and sterilise bottles in the nursery, got blankets and pillows and stuffed animals to fill in the empty spaces in the brand new cribs. When B!Reader decided she wasn't going to be able to breast feed two babies he made sure the cupboards were filled with formula so they wouldn't have to worry much about that. He put the best of the best in baby monitors in the nursery, painted the room himself with the most useful help of his son and daughters.

By the time B!Reader was six months along she was already starting to panic. Two babies were on the way and Brian had just announced another Queen + Adam Lambert tour the upcoming year... she was thrilled - don't get it twisted -, but she had never been a mother before. She didn't get to experience this journey with one child, and all of a sudden she looked down and instead of her feet she saw a big round mass protruding under her jumper with two growing babies inside. And she was going to be left alone with them?

She was excited and nervous. Being a mum felt strangely natural, she knew she was a mother the moment her pregnancy test came out positive. She felt love for her baby that very second.

She was lost for words when Brian pointed at her and his eyes went wide with a smile drawn all over his features. "You're showing!"

Oh, the pride... she hadn't stopped touching her stomach since that day, and neither had Brian. Every chance he had, he would rest his hand on it, thumb caressing lovingly. He was tender too, careful. He didn't dare get rough with her, but it didn't matter because they were two fools in love. For almost a full year B!Reader forgot everything about their age gap, all that mattered was how much they loved each other and the family they were about to become.

It was late December when the contractions hit. B!Reader was sitting with Brian in the living room, both watching one of those cheesy Christmas specials. While B!Reader was dozing off as usual, Brian rubbed her swollen belly absentmindedly. B!Reader was ready to pop, had been for a couple of weeks at that point, but the doctor decided to program her for a c-section on the 27th, right in the middle of week 38. The girls were just ready at week 37, so thankfully contractions started a week early and before the holidays were upon them, Brian drove his wife to the hospital and a few hours later they had babies Harper Farrokh and Charlotte Harris safely sleeping in mummy's arms.

Brian was crying the moment his older children arrived to see the twins. He held Harper Farrokh in his arms, the smallest baby he had ever held. The two girls were smaller than average babies, due to the fact that they had been sharing resources in the womb. Still, Charlotte turned out to be bigger, she was born second but weighed almost 300 grams more than her sister, and was merely a single centimetre taller than Harper.

"Are these my new baby sisters?" Louisa whispered as she went to take a look at Harper Farrokh over Brian's shoulders.

It did not matter how difficult things had been between Brian's children and his young wife before, the sight of the two little girls wrapped in those pink hospital blankets made everyone ease off. Brian was happy, the happiest he had been in years. His grown children could tell; and B!Reader had always been respectful towards them and their mother, so why fight or argue or cause trouble when there really was no harm done?

The girls were daddy's girls, both of them. Everyone would have guessed that with Harper being smaller Charlotte would be the leader, but it turned out that she was also quite stubborn. Like her dad she did what was asked of her but always was quite independent. The girls were identical on looks but their personalities could not be any more different.

Of course, Brian was outnumbered at home but he loved his girls. All of them - including Bellamy.

Let me know if you like this AU from the Original Timeline and/or if you have questions or concepts or ideas about it!

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fanfiction4thesoul · 5 years

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A/B/O Distinctions Poll??

Hello everyone! In my Rog fic, At the Bar I give his distinction as an alpha. I want to include the rest of Queen for the next part, but am a little hung up on what each member would be.

I can easily justify all three distinctions for all the members (even Roger).

So I thought I’d ask what you guys think!

What distinctions do you think are Brian, Freddie, and John?

Give me your opinion even if you didn’t read my story! I just want your thoughts.

I’m gonna be thinking about what you guys say as I write, so thanks to anyone that gives their input!!

#poll #poll time #i guess #give me your opinion #i need answers #a/b/o dynamics #Queen #brian may #john deacon #freddie mercury #roger taylor #alpha/beta/omega AU #roger taylor x reader

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marvelouswritee · 6 years

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The Infamous Roger Taylor: Part 2

-warning: mild language, cliffhanger

-somebody explain to me what a taglist is? i feel like an old grandma lol

-edited..

-enjoy!

Something about Y/N made Roger think about how to apologize to her. Roger never thinks about how to make a girl melt over him, the girls just do. The sun was already rising when he looked at his window. He, then, looked at his clock and saw; 5:56 AM.

Y/N didn’t get much sleep from what happened the night before. Since she wasn’t going to sleep anyway, Y/N got out of her bed and took a shower. After a long shower, Y/N went to her closet to look for a good outfit. It seems that Y/N wants to impress Roger, for some reason. “What the fuck am I doing?” Y/N groaned. Finally, Y/n picked an outfit she wanted to wear and went down stairs to eat breakfast. Instead of cooking, she just ate some leftovers.

Roger couldn’t help but not think about Y/N. “What is it about her?” he asked himself when he was in the shower. “She is talented, attractive, sweet, lovely, beautiful, nice as-” Roger stopped himself before things escalate. Roger got ready and went straight to his car. He drove to the music studio and, surprisingly, he was early. No one was in the studio yet so he went ahead and started playing with his drums.

Y/N decided to go to the studio early so she can make coffee for Jim Beach and for her. When Y/N parked her car, she noticed another car parked at the parking lot. She couldn’t remember whose car was it so she didn’t think much of it. As she entered, Y/N heard loud beat. She realized that it was a beat from “Another One Bites the Dust”. She gasped when she, also, realized who was in the studio. No, please, no, she thought.

Y/N peeked through the door and saw Roger. He was smoking while playing his drum kit. Y/N decided to not tell Roger that she was in early. “Why does he need to know?” Y/N shrugged while making her coffee. “ Who’s he and what does he need to know?” a voice startled Y/N. The petrified woman managed to turn around and saw Roger. The playboy was grinning at Y/N and she managed to weakly smile back. She was grateful that she didn’t spilled her coffee and continued making it.

Roger didn’t leave and, better yet, he made coffee for himself. They weren’t talking to each other-they were too busy working on their beverages. Y/N was planning on not talking to him the whole day but it wasn’t until Roger made his first move. When Y/N was grabbing a plastic spoon from the cupboard, Roger decided that it was a perfect time to make his first move. Besides, he needed one too. First, Y/N reaches for a spoon. Then, Roger, whom pretended to not look, reaches for one too.

Of course, Y/N was shocked. Yet, she didn’t know what to do. A few moments has passed and Roger’s hands is still above Y/N’s. The frustrated woman couldn’t take it anymore, “When are you going to take your hands off mine, Mr. Taylor? You don’t plan on staying like this the whole day, right?” Roger hates it when Y/N calls him ‘Mr. Taylor’. He thinks it makes him more manly and a dad.

Roger took his hands of Y/N and she left the room. It left Roger smirking and Y/N blushing. “Why did you have to do that?” Y/N whispered to herself. On the other hand, Roger was grinning. Finally, a few hours later, Brian and John arrived. Brian saw Y/N and Roger in the music room. “You two are early, what did you guys do?” Brian teased. Y/N blushed and Roger said,”Fuck off!”. “No, really, what did you guys do?” It was John who seriously asked.

“Why do you both keep asking if Y/N and I did something?” Roger asked, raising his voice. “Because I know you, Rog. Whenever you’re left with a female in a room, you immediately put your tongue in her mouth,” Brian responded while John seemed to not care. “For your information, we didn’t do anything. It’s not like I wanted to do anythin’ with Y/N,” Roger said, as if he didn’t try to hit on her the night before. Ouch, Y/N thought. Though, she wanted to speak up. “Really, Taylor? So, can you please explain to me why you touched my arse last nigt?” Y/N said, loud and clear. Brian and John stared, shocked, at Roger while he just cleared his throat.

“Holy- Roger hit on a girl and it failed! Hallelujah!” Brian exclaimed. Now, the exposed playboy was clearing his throat and pretended that nothing happened. Then, Freddie arrived and Brian told him what just happened. “Oh my god, darling!” Freddie exclaimed while looking at Y/N, “I knew it! I knew that you were going to try to hit on her,” Freddie pointed at Roger. The blushing Roger is still not talking and is just staying still by his drum set.

After the band’s practice and Y/N’s work with Jim Beach, everyone left. Of course, Roger didn’t talk to Y/N all day but she caught him glaring multiple times, it was an unknown glare for Y/N. When she thinks that everyone already left, Y/N sneaked into the music room. Y/N flicked the light switch and saw a, arm-crossed, Roger Taylor. It seemed as if he was waiting for her. “How long have you been standing there, Mr. Taylor?” Y/N asked like it wasn’t a big deal. Y/N is aware that Roger hates being called ‘Mr. Taylor’ and that’s why she loves to call him that.

“Exposing me today to my mates was a bad idea,” Roger stated. Y/N felt comfortable talking back to Roger. “What are you going to do?” Y/N crossed her arms. This made Roger grinned and he started to walk towards her. Y/N stood still with her arms still crossed. She raised her eyebrows and Roger was really close to her face.

Roger cupped Y/N’s face and it made her freeze. Y/N met Roger’s eyes and stared at it deeply. It was like Roger was trying to kiss her. Are you going to kiss me, Mr. Taylor?, she thought. Butterflies was developing in Y/N stomach and, surprisingly, it was developing on Roger too. It was like they were teenagers, exploring the world. Then, Roger leaned in and-

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headlongedmaggiemay · 5 years

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What’s Going On (Gwilym x OFC)

Hi all! Alright, I AM NOT A WRITER, not really. This is my very first fanfic, so please bare with me! This is between Gwilym and an OFC named Siobhan, pronounced Shi-VAWN. There was no prompt for this, it was purely on a whim. I am planning on writing a second part, but classes have started again so I’m unsure as to when I’ll get around to it! Feedback is welcomed!

@winnielinleigh here you go babe! Hope you enjoy!

*Disclaimer* - based on Gwilym Lee, however, I don’t know very much personal info, he seems a bit private, and i respect that, so as far as speaking about him breaking bone, I made that part up, there is no facts to that statement.

Warnings: a few curse words, drinking... don’t drink an drive kids!

Word count: 4k

If you haven’t given What’s Up by 4 Non Blondes, you should!

Siobhan smiled to herself, in fact she couldn’t stop smiling since she got the call. At 1:27, she received a call from her manager that she was going to have a solo show in one of the biggest galleries in the state. This was a huge opportunity for her to get her name out there as an artist. She was so excited and so ready for this to happen, it was literally her dream come true. She texted her friends sharing the news. They were all so excited for her. Her three best friends that were local all decided tonight they’d celebrate.

She cleaned up her studio and ran home as fast as she could. It had been a while since she enjoyed a night out.

As soon as she stepped through her door, her friend and roommate, Danielle assaulted her with a giant hug.

“I can’t believe it! You did it! They want YOU!” Danielle squeezed her friend tight.

“I know! I’m still trying to believe it myself!” Siobhan giggled. It was true, she had worked her entire life to get to this point as an artist. They were both artists, working in different mediums, she painted in oil while Danielle did watercolor and ceramics. Danielle, however, settled into a ‘normal’ life, working retail and doing art on the side. Siobhan got a job at a local studio/gallery right after she graduated from college and worked tirelessly to grow and refine her art. That was all she wanted to since she was a kid and now it was finally coming to fruition.

“Alright, Mika said she’d pick up Milo on her way over. I offered them to stay the night if they were too far gone to get home safely,” Danielle informed her. Mika and Siobhan met their first year at college. Mika was the only non-art person out of the four, she studied biology and worked for the FDA doing research. Milo was Siobhan’s very best friend and the guy she had fell in love with early into their friendship. It was a one-sided love, not that he didn’t love her. He did, just not in that way. She never told him her feelings because she knew him, she knew how he worked, and she knew he didn’t reciprocate those feelings. Siobhan resolved with the new year to let those feelings go. Too many times had she fallen for a friend, too many times had it remained one-sided. No more. She was 28, for fuck’s sake!

“Cool, I’m excited, I need a night out!”

“Yeah, you do!” her friend sassily responded, giving her biggest grin.

A little after 8, Mika walked into their rented house, Milo in tow. Siobhan was ready except for her shoes and was helping Danielle finish her makeup.

“Congratulations Von!” Mika ran up and hugged Siobhan as she was about to swipe some eyeshadow across Danielle’s lid. Lucky, Siobhan saw it coming and dropped her hand before it could hit her friend’s cheek, messing up her makeup.

“Woah! A hug? What is this?” She teased, leaning into the hug. Both Mika and Milo were not hugging people, much to Siobhan’s displeasure. “Did you get a lobotomy on your way over?”

“Har, har, har,” Her friend rolled her eyes. “No, just ‘cause I don’t like touching doesn’t mean I can’t choose to give a hug! It’s my choice!”

“Yes, it is, and I will always take a hug from you, whenever you choose to give one!” She said releasing her friend.

“Congrats, Von,” Milo said giving her a hug as soon as Mika stepped away from Siobhan. She knew better not to tease Milo about the hugging. His lack of physical affection towards anyone stemmed from a deeper problem. Knowing this, Siobhan reveled in the highly rare occurrence of physical affection from him. He moved her to arm’s length, looking directly in her eyes, “you deserve it,” he said sincerely.

“Thank you,” she gave a sheepish smile. Even though her head said not to think to far into it, her heart tried to run wild with the intimate encounter. “Alright,” She said brightly, shaking off the unwelcomed feelings, “you guys go make some drinks and I’ll finish Danielle’s makeup!”

“Coladas for all!” Mika cheered.

“That’s the only thing you know how make, isn’t it?” She heard Milo tease as they made their way to the kitchen. Siobhan laughed and continue to work on her friend’s face.

After a few Pina Coladas and Margaritas, the Uber honked, and they filled out the door. They were deposited in the heart of the small downtown area. The city was a college town. Siobhan always felt the city itself was a contradiction. It was large, but felt like a spread-out town, no the big city it was considered to be by the locals. Not like the actual big cities she was used to back in California. This was the mid-west, a very different walk of life than the one she grew up in. She only stayed here because she got the job at the studio/gallery. It didn’t hurt that Mika and Danielle also stuck around after they graduated.

They headed towards their favorite rum club for a few more cocktails before hitting up one of the clubs. The night was going perfectly, Mika and Siobhan even got Danielle and Milo to join them on the dance floor. Danielle was a bit harder to convince than Milo. Once he saw some creeps trying to separate Mika and Siobhan, he joined them, leaving Danielle little choice but to join in, since she hated being alone. Seeing Milo’s protective side, sent a pang resounding through Siobhan’s heart. She tossed back the rest of the drink she was nursing and focused on the thumping beat of the music, ignoring those irritating little feelings. She actually was doing better with controlling her emotions towards him, it had gotten a lot easier lately, but there were still moments that flared them up.

About half past midnight, they decided they all needed a bit of air.

“My feet are killing me! Why’d I let you talk me into wearing heels?” Danielle whined as they collectively plopped on the downtown square’s benches.

“Ha, it didn’t take much, really,” Siobhan retorted. “The heels are what completed your look.”

“That, and you’re the shortest.” Mika teased.

“Hey!” Danielle squeaked, swaying a bit. Siobhan and Milo chuckled. “Well, whatever, at least Von isn’t wearing her tall heels! Those put you close to Milo’s height!”

“Not quite, I’m still a couple inches taller!” he stated.

“Yeah, we know, Mister 6-Foot-3, maybe,” Siobhan made scrunched up face towards her best friend. He playfully rolled his eyes in response.

“Hey, I have to pee!” Danielle was definitely feeling the effects of all the alcohol from the evening. Not only was she the shortest, but she had the lowest tolerance for alcohol. Siobhan was actually surprised she’d lasted the whole evening.

Milo hummed, looking around. “Looks like the Dueling Pianos is still open.”

“Good,” Danielle jumped up and walked purposefully towards the musical bar, not waiting for her friends to follow.

Once they all were I.D’d, Danielle and Milo headed for the bathrooms.

“I’ll go with her,” Siobhan offered.

“Nah, I got her.” Mika walked fast to catch up with Danielle.

Siobhan found an empty, relatively clean table about halfway between the bar and the stage where the band was back from a small break. Siobhan enjoyed the Dueling Pianos. It had an energy she was drawn to. She generally enjoyed bars more than clubs, but the Dueling Pianos had the perfect balance between the two. She’d already been through her hard clubbing stage, but Mika was barely 21 and wanted to go clubbing. Siobhan would go with her, sometimes to let loose, but mainly to keep her safe. The other two, also enjoyed bars more, though Milo was a few months older than Mika, and Danielle was only 23. All but Mika were introverts. The age difference between Siobhan and her friends was due to the couple years she took off from college before returning at the age of 25. They liked to call her Mom and tease about the age gap. She didn’t mind, she always had friends with large age differences. To her, age was just a social construct once you hit legal age. It also didn’t hurt that she looked younger than both Milo and Danielle.

Her friends found her as the band started Billy Jean, most of the bar goers sang along.

“I’m gonna get us some drinks!” Siobhan shouted over the live music to her friends. They nod an acknowledgment. It took what felt like ten minutes for her to flag down a bartender, the band had already gone through their first song.

“We’re going to need all of your help out there with this one!” one of the pianists said as she started playing Don’t Stop Believing. Siobhan half watched the lead singer Peacock about the stage from her place at the bar.

“What’ll you have?” a raspy voice shouted, pulling her attention back to the bar. She gave she order for the drinks and waited, scanning the room. She noticed a man at the other side of the bar. He had long, angular features that were accentuated by the flashing colored lights from the stage. He had a kind, yet appealing face, with deep set eyes, scruffy beard, and darker hair. The bartender placed two of the drinks on the bar in front of her. That was when she realized she had been starring at him, but what startled her more was that he had been looking at her as well. She broke eye contact and smiled a thanks at the bartender, feeling heat crawl up her throat towards her cheeks. Thankful for the darkness of the bar, she decided to divert her attention to the colorful bottles against the back wall.

The bartender placed the last two drinks in front of her and she began handing him enough cash to cover the bill and a tip, but he raised his hand shook his head.

“You’re covered,” He said simply.

“W-what?” She stuttered.

“Someone said to put whatever you got on his tab,” replied the man, thumbing over his shoulder towards the man she had been staring at earlier. She looked over at his smiling face, surprised. Why would anyone cover my drinks? She internally questioned.

“Hey,” a deep voice dragged her out of her self-deprecating thoughts. She swiveled on her heel, realizing it was Milo. “Thought I’d come and make sure you were alright.”

“Ah, I’m good, but perfect timing, you can help me carry these,” she said smiling up at her friend. She glanced back at the man. His smile had fallen as he watch their interaction. She internally frowned, not liking the sight of the sadness marring his cute face. She nodded a thanks with a smile to him, he raised his glass in acknowledgement. They each grabbed two of the drinks and made their way to the table. Once everyone had their drinks, Siobhan excused herself.

“Where are you going?” Mika asked.

“I have to go say hi to someone,” she said vaguely. She expected them to assume she saw an old coworker from the coffee shop. She gave them a reassuring smile. “I’ll be back, no worries!”

She headed back to the bar; to the far side of the bar. As she approached him, she studied his profile. He really was quite handsome, crestfallen, but handsome.

“Hi,” she said, startling him. He obviously hadn’t seen her approach.

He looked up at her with a slight smile and eyebrows raised. “Hello.” His voice was just as pleasant as his face. She wasn’t sure, but it sounded as if he had an accent.

“Thank you for covering our drinks…” she trailed off, slightly embarrassed that she even decided to go say something to him.

“Hope I didn’t make anything awkward between you and your boyfriend,” he said giving a polite smile. He did have an accent, British, she was sure of it.

“H-he’s not, we’re not – um, I didn’t tell them you paid,” she stuttered. “I don’t have a boyfriend, he’s just my best friend,” she said more solidly.

His smile grew more genuine, “oh, good, well, I mean, you’re welcome.”

She let out a little giggle, causing him to smile more.

“I’m Gwil.”

“Siobhan,” she beamed, stretching out a hand. “Nice to meet you Will.”

“Gwil, actually Gwilym,” He chuckled, annunciating the G. She noticed how much larger his hand was than the one she had offered as he shook it. Soft too. “It’s nice to meet you Siobhan.”

“Oh, sorry!” Her free hand flew up and covered her mouth in mortification. “Gwil. Gwilym,” She tested his name as he released her other hand. After a small pause, she looked him directly in the eyes. “Honestly, I can’t let you cover all of those drinks for me and my friends, I appreciate it, but please allow me to pay you back.” She said, feeling a bit awkward. She never liked when people paid for her.

He scratched at his stubbly chin and smiled, “it’s no trouble, really.” His eyes flicked over her face. She once had been decent at hiding her emotions, but towards her mid-twenties she stopped caring enough in most situations. In this moment, she wished she still had more control over her facial features. “hmm, I’ll think about it. Maybe.” He teased.

“You’ll think about it?” She quirked up her left eyebrow. Gwilym laughed, taking a sip from his glass.

“Care to sit?” his question was simple and innocent. Siobhan was pretty good at reading others’ vibes. There were no inky or unsavory feelings radiating from him. His eyes were earnest and smile was lovely.

“Love to,” she smiled, sliding onto the stool, placing her own drink on the bar. “So, Gwilym, you’re British, yeah?” he hummed to answer. “You’re a long way from home, then.”

He scratched the back of his head and laughed. “Yeah, ‘suppose so, aren’t I?”

“What brought you to this little big city in the middle of America?” she asked genuinely. He looked up at her and her heart fluttered.

“Bit of a long story, really, but the short of it is there was a bit of drama on the plane.”

“Oh, that sucks.” He quirked a smile.

“It’s not too bad, though we were supposed to only be grounded for an hour or so.”

“Seems like you’ve been here longer than that.” Siobhan felt a pull towards him, something she’d barely experience before.

“Hmm,” he nodded, leaning a bit towards her. “They told us our flight was cancelled and the next one scheduled for New York leaves at 11 in the morning.”

“They couldn’t divert to a larger airport?” Though there was an airport in town, it was tiny and had maybe a dozen commercial flights in and out a day. The surrounding large airports were all about three hours away, driving.

“Apparently not,” he shrugged, something about it was adorable. He seemed kind of like both an 80-something year old and a 5-year-old all in one gesture.

“That’s unfortunate,” she gave a sympathetic smile.

“Not all too unfortunate,” He smiled wide at her, causing her to blush. “Alright, Siobhan, what do you do? What brought you out? What’s your darkest secret?” He said brightly.

“Oh, you’re just diving in, aren’t you?” She giggled. He nodded, encouraging her, or maybe it was the alcohol. “I’m an artist and my friends took me out because I landed a solo show at a pretty big gallery,” she said proudly. She didn’t brag about her art, but she was pretty damn proud that they wanted her paintings. His eyebrows shot up.

“That’s amazing! Congratulations!” He beamed at her. She thanked him. His very sincere smile turned mischievous, “And your deepest, darkest secret?”

She laughed, “oh, you’re serious?”

He nodded.

“Hmm,” she contemplated, tapping her finger on her chin, very much aware his eyes were glued to that area. A smile brightened her face, “how about two truths and a lie? But you have to go first.”

He considered the offer, “alright. I’m a Sagittarius, I’ve broken my tail bone twice, and I wish I were Batman.” He feigned a pout. They both laughed. Siobhan considered the options, biting her lip unconsciously, drawing his eye there once again.

“Hmm,” her eyes flicked to his beautiful ones, she wished the lights weren’t colored so she could see what color his were. “You seem like an Aquarius, the other two are truths.”

“How d’you figure?”

“Oh, I can tell by the way you annunciate your ‘g’,” she said deadpan, he looked surprised. Slowly, her smile broke, and she began giggling. He realized she was teasing him and laughed along. “No, I have no clue, but I’m sticking with the lie is you’re a Sagittarius.”

“No luck,” he hummed.

“You wish you were Captain America?” she dramatically plopped her chin in her hand and wiggled her eyebrows.

Giving a hardy laugh, Gwil shook his head. “oh, yes, the man from Bristol dreams to be Captain America.”

Siobhan shrugged, “you never know! Chris Evans is pretty attractive!”

“Yes, he is,” he laughed again.

“Glad we agree on that, So, you broke your tailbone, three times… playing football, or was it rugby?” she gave him a sly smile.

“Neither, I’ve never broken my tailbone. An arm, yes, but that’s it.” He chuckled. “You’re quite terrible at this game, aren’t you?”

“I try to see the best in people,” she offered as an excuse.

“Good quality. Alright, let’s see if I’m any better.”

“Okay. I’ve gone scuba diving, I lit our toaster on fire on my brother’s birthday, and I’m a descendant of Cleopatra.” She smiled at him, with a glint in her eye.

He rubbed at his stubbly cheek, pondering.

He leaned closer to her, look her straight in the eye. “You’ve never been scuba diving.”

Her jaw dropped. “Yeah.” She tipped her head to the side a bit, “how’d you guess? Most people go for the Cleopatra thing, since I clearly bare no resemblance to her.” Siobhan was fair, her skin had a light spattering of freckles, aqua eyes, and her current hair color was auburn.

“You glanced to the side when you mentioned the diving.”

“Are you detective? Should I call you Sherlock?” she teased.

“Not a detective, just happen to know somethings,” he trailed. He was intriguing, but something familiar was nagging at her. She recognized him somehow.

They kept talking and laughing, simply enjoying each other’s company. Their surroundings dissolved, and what was left was a magnetic pull between the two.

The band struck up What’s Up by the 4 Non Blondes.

“Love this song,” Siobhan muttered without realizing, swaying to the beat.

Her comment surprised him, not because of how innocent and out of the blue it was, but because the guitarist had barely strummed 4 notes. “How-?”

She looked up, registering she zoned out to the music. She gave a bashful smile as the bar erupted into song with the band.

“I really like music,” she said simply.

“You are one of the more intriguing persons I’ve met.”

“Hardly,” a blush stole across her features. He looked her directly in the eyes, an emotion she couldn’t read flashed behind them.

“Truly.”

“Alright! We’ve got to settle this, which side of the room is louder?” one of the pianists shouted, still playing What’s Up, gaining the attention of all the patrons. “I think my side is.” She said egging the other pianist.

“Absolutely not! You all are going to beat them!” he bellowed to his side of the room. The energy grew and rippled through the crowd. “Yeah! We’ll show ‘em!”

Their banter went on a bit more, riling up the crowd. Siobhan and Gwilym laughed at the razzing.

“Okay, we’ll prove we’re better,” the female pianist stood up, continuing to pound on the keys of the white grand piano. “You lot are going to follow me! On the chorus I want you to sing at the top of your lungs!”

A great cheer erupted from their side of the room.

“AND I SAID– “she sang with a great passion.

“HEYYY-YEEHHHH-YEEEHHH! I SAID HEY! WHAT’S GOING ON!” Siobhan yelled along with their side, raising her glass. A slow smile stole across Gwilym’s face, eyes on her, as the other side retorted the same lyrics. Siobhan was laughing and cheering, readying for the next volley. She glanced at him with the biggest smile and nudged him, “you gonna join in?”

He nodded and joined in for the rest of the battling between sides. By the time the song finished, they were cracking up, bright eyes directed at each other. She felt her stomach flip, simply looking at him. Somewhere before the song, she’d let down her guard with him. It felt nice. It felt like they’d been the best of friends their whole lives.

“Hey, Von!” a voice cried out, bringing them both back. It was Milo. She forgot she was out with her friends. “They’re closing up.” He said eyeing Gwil, with the other girls in tow. Mika smiled at the Gwilym with a happy curiosity. Danielle, looking like she was ready to climb in bed, looked at the seated two with vague interest.

“Oh, it’s 2 already?” Siobhan said surprised, looking at her phone. There were five texts she completely missed from him. Milo gave a clipped nod. “Ah, Sorry.”

She stood and turned back around to Gwilym, pleasantly surprised at how tall he was. She had guessed he was taller, given the length of his arms, but she didn’t realize he and Milo would stand eye-to-eye. She smiled up at him. “Gwil, these are my friends. Milo, Mika, and Danielle. Guys, Gwilym.”

“Nice to meet you all,” he said pleasantly, nodding to each of them.

Milo looked over him warily. “The Uber is almost here,” he said to Siobhan, looking at the other man.

With a flash of recognition, Danielle’s interest grew a bit, just in time for Milo to usher her and Mika towards the door. Siobhan began to follow her friends to the entrance.

Gwilym snatched Siobhan’s wrist, gently, whirling her around to face him. “Meet me for breakfast.”

Astonishment crossed her face. “Hmm, and if I don’t?” she taunted.

“I’ll be heart-broken.” He flashed her a charming smile, looking into her blue-green eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” she winked. He shook his head, lightly laughing.

“At least, let me give you my number. When you choose a place, call me in the morning,” he smiled knowingly, holding him palm up for her phone.

“Bold of you to assume I want to have breakfast with you,” she teased sliding her phone into his hand. He quickly saved his number, handed it back, and kissed her on the cheek before she could move.

“Fortune favors the bold.” He winked back.

A wave of heat rushed up her face, not completely uncomfortable though.

“Von! The uber is here!” Mika yelled. Siobhan turned and walked to where her friends were summoning her.

As she was about to climb into the car, she stopped and turned back to the tall, handsome man and called, “Expect an early call, Mr. Lee!” Smiling mischievously.

He gaped at her as she shut the door and the car zoomed away. He chuckled to himself. He should’ve known someone would find him out, but he was happy it was her.

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mazzelloing · 5 years

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Bou can we talk bout this , im sorry for the quality but i had to do it TODAYYY uwueuruwhsj

Just look at him, he looks angry and hot and omg he gets me udkfhaks

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #bohrhap #bohemian rhapsody #this boy istg #i came three times lmao #ben hardy #cardy b #rami malek #gwylim lee #my man joe looking hot @ that scene #freddie mercury #brian may #roger taylor #daddyzzello xd #ilsm #joey mozzarella

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ragnarachael · 2 years

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Take It From The Top — Chapter 3

Paring: Guitarist!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7,286 (IT’S SO MUCH)

Summary: Usually your days are boring, but not since this group have been coming in and brightening up your shifts. They have a little band together and gush about it as much as they can when you're serving them. You can feel some chemistry with Loki, and start talking with him more and more once he's frequenting the restaurant alone.One day, finally, Loki—the bands (hot) guitarist—invites you to one of their shows on your day off. And you're not going to turn him down, are you?

Warnings: loki playing the guitar. that’s. too hot. just so we all know. and semi naughty thoughts on your end—he’s hot, guys. flirting unadulterated? i guess? loki’s a dreamboat. that’s it. that’s all.

Notes: yes rachael DID pick a brian may hand gif for this. he’s why guitarist loki is what it is. sue me. ANYWAYS IT’S THE END! I AM SAD! BUT FIC TWO OF THIS SERIES IS IN PROGRESS! i hope u love this so far!!! bc i’m obsessed with it!!!! please don’t be shy and feel free to yell with me all you want

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F E E D B A C K! | A O 3 L I N K! | T A G L I S T L I N K

The rest of the week seemed to drag on as you waited for your days off to come. Besides working, trying to be a normal human being as you work these horrendously long shifts, you try to keep your mind off of the fact Loki almost wrote down it’s a date.

It was a date that was intended not to seem like one, you assumed.

How the fuck do you dress for that?

“I mean,” Helen starts, on your phone via FaceTime call the day of the not-date-date. “Preferably something cute, but not obviously screaming it’s a date fit.”

“What the hell does that mean?” You question loudly from your closet. “Also, did we agree on the ripped skinny jeans?”

“Yes we did!” She exclaims. “And you’ll understand that when you’re older and get more dates.”

“We are the same age, Helen.”

The silence that fell over the two of you was comfortable before Helen starting laughing. “Whatever. So, ripped jeans. What shirt options do we have?”

“Uh,” you start, going through your shirts in the closet. “Band tees? A few tanktops, I got this cute crop top a few nights ago—“

“Do you have that one you wore out for drinks with Isaac and I a few months ago?”

“What one? The REO Speedwagon one?”

Helen was silent before huffing, waving a single hand around. “Whatever one has all those pre-made cuts and holes and shit.”

“Ah, the Metallica one,” you answer. “I’ve got it, yeah.”

“That,” Helen replies. “Wear that! It makes you look hot.”

You smile sheepishly, fishing through more shirts to find what you’re both talking about. You’ve been digging for almost an hour trying to find a decent outfit.

It may not be a date, but you want to at least look good enough to actually be asked on one, to your face.

“Did you and Henry have a good date night last night?” You ask after finding your shirt and throwing it on over your black bralette.

“Yeah! It was nice, we went to this karaoke bar. He’s a horrific singer, obviously.”

You laughed, walking over to your bed where your jeans lay. “Don’t hurt his heart by saying that, he seems like a good kid.”

“He is! He just can’t sing for fuck all.”

The two of you share laughter as you pull your jeans on so you can both judge the final outfit before deciding on it. “I’m telling him you said that the next time I see him.”

“You bitch!”

“I’ll be sure he pelts books at you, bestie,” you say, letting your voice rise in volume for dramatics as you grab your phone to peek up in the view finder, cooing when you see Helen’s dog in her shot. “Ooh my god! Is that Blackjack?”

“No, it’s some random plush I got at this thrift store—”

“Hi Blackjack!” You exclaim excitedly, ignoring Helen’s words completely before squealing quietly when he looks at the camera. “Hi, buddy! How are you? Is momma being a meanie?”

“Hey! Don’t brainwash my kid!” Helen whines, trying to cover Blackjack’s eyes from her phone. But he’s still getting excited to see your face.

“Blackjack, do you wanna stay with me while your momma gets it on with the bookstore worker?” You coo in an even more annoying tone over the phone as you walk over to your full length mirror.

“His momma is about ready to hang up on her friend if she’s gonna throw her under the bus like this,” Helen says, huffing. You laugh fondly, finally relenting as Blackjack replies with a little bark.

“I’m sorry, it’s just fun to do that.”

“If you and Loki end up getting together and get a pet for a child, I’m making your life hell.”

You find your face heating up at her words and opt to switch the camera around to show your mostly completely outfit in your mirror.

“Anyways,” you say, clearing your throat, “what do we think? Does this work?”

“Oh, yes,” Helen purrs through the phone. You laugh at her reaction, doing little poses which only entices her to cheer more. “I would call this date if I were him. You’re hot.”

“And you’re bisexual, of course you would say that.”

“Says you. You know you’re looking in a mirror, right? Bisexual help bisexual—“

You cut her off by laughing. “I’m a failed bisexual, no sex has shown attraction to me in years, and even then I couldn’t seem to make a move.”

“Hey, you still tried your best! It’s alright, now you’ve got this hot guitarist coming for you,” Helen explains as you flip the camera on your phone back to your face. “And, hey. If it works out? Imagine the tour sex—“

“Helen!”

“What! I know you haven’t ever, but still! I know what’s in those bedside drawers!”

You’re trying to hold back your laughter as you land back on your bed, head on your pillows as you keep your outfit on for the show. “Yeah, yeah, moving on.”

“For now, sure,” Helen finishes, chuckling at your reply. The two of you relax in comfortable silence. Occasionally Blackjack makes some snoring noises or small, tiny barks.

“What if tonight sucks? The band could be shit.”

“I don’t think it would be if they got a pub to basically have them perform on Saturdays. And if the guitarist is hot, wouldn’t you think the rest of ’em are?”

“Compelling argument.” You take a breath before letting out a small sigh. “Their vocalist is hot.”

“Oh?” Helen perks up, tilting her head. “Which was that at your booth?”

“The woman in the corner, Brunn.”

“That’s….so true.”

You snort, sitting up suddenly. “You literally saw her once or twice, Helen.”

“Still hot!”

“Okay, okay, I gotta get my stuff and go if I wanna be on time, we can argue over their hotness as a band later.”

Helen whines dramatically on her end as you watch her and her dog fondly start to whine together. You’re thankful for Helen, especially at this moment. You don’t think you could go to anyone else about all of this, and you’re happy she’s just here with you in it.

“I love you.”

Helen coos. “I love you too! Now go kiss hot guitar man.”

“Literally a not-first-date-date but okay,” you quip, a wide smile on your face before you’re waving through the screen and saying goodbye properly, talking in puppy-speak for Blackjack before the FaceTime call is over, and you’re stuck looking at yourself in the viewfinder of your phone’s app.

You sigh to yourself before closing the app and tossing your phone on the bed next to you. In your head, you’re figuring out the best route to get to the pub The Revengers were going to be at, all while spontaneously deciding to add a little makeup to your look. It was really only some light eye makeup, and a tiny, tiny dash of red lipstick just to have more than black with the rest of your outfit.

However, this made you have to rush to get your shoes on, as well as grabbing your keys and wallet so you could leave your bag at home. Thankfully, traffic was light as you listened to your phone guiding you through the streets, and the only problem you had was finding the extra parking for The Queen’s Pub in the back lot. You didn’t expect the pub to be so packed.

But it was almost out of spots. And it was just turning 6.

Maybe The Revengers wouldn’t be bad as your anxiety thought it would be.

Walking into Queen’s Pub is…nice. It’s got a nice industrial vibe to it, high ceilings with exposed scaffoldings and ventilation pipes, tables scattered around the spacious ballroom-like floor. The front half has lost a good chunk of tables and seats though, due to the main stage that’s farther into the building to give a makeshift pit as if it were a proper concert venue.

To your left as you make your way in, past a small pod of people near the entryway, is an expansive bar. It’s well lit with LEDs it seems, and it looks like they have every liquor known to man.

“Hi! Welcome in!” One of the younger bartenders exclaims as they shake a drink to perfection. You smile and nod their way, just now realizing how many people were actually inside.

The cars didn’t do it justice.

All the seats were occupied, and people were standing together in small pods in the makeshift pit, around the edges of the stage. The energy was electric, and you knew everyone was here for the band that was due to play here soon.

You elect to bypass the bar for now, and make your way to the front to get a good spot to watch the band. Loki said to be here at 6 sharp, so you’re unsure if that means they’re to play soon or not.

Since everyone is just simply chatting and bouncing around to conversation, you’re basically at the edge of the stage, which you found pretty cool. And, at least Loki will know you didn’t dip. From here you noticed the front drum had the bands name on it, The Revengers.

The decal is centered, but the word the is positioned more to the left, and revengers is leaning more to the right, the R just under the final E in the word before it. It’s an interesting choice, and a pretty decent quality decal from what you can see.

You decide to pull your eyes away from the drum and the stage, taking in the rest of the pub as you stand straight. You don’t want to magically make eye contact with anyone that happens to roam on the stage prior to this. You may just lose your mind with embarrassment.

Even though the pub is alive with chatter, you still hear what sounds like tuning from a bass and a guitar. You could only think that’s Loki and Bruce, it’s blatantly obvious considering the line up of the band.

Just as you tried to listen in to whatever else was happening backstage, you noticed a large wall towards where more seating was at a slightly lower level that as filled with some band memorabilia. Granted, you didn’t know what band or bands, but you make a mental note to look at it just as the amps hum to life, gaining your attention as well as the rest of the pub goers.

You’ve been to a few concerts, but never this close, nor this exciting for more than just you.

Everyone seems to know that cue, and come to the makeshift floor as a tall older man with a head full of greying curls come on stage with a wireless microphone.

“Hello folks!” He says happily into the microphone, not at all getting any interference from the everything that’s on the stage. “How’re we doing tonight?”

You cheer with the rest of the people, a smile working its way onto your face out of excitement.

“Good, good,” he continues, laughing. “Well, it’s Saturday, and we’ve got some good bands up tonight. But of course, it wouldn’t be a Saturday without The Revengers, now would it?”

Everyone around you cheers a little louder, and you can’t help but continue to cheer with them as this man warms the crowd up. He cheers with everyone, holding the mic away from his mouth before he’s turning to look back stage and laugh again, the mic going back to his mouth.

“Right! Okay, well. I won’t keep them any longer, they’re getting antsy back there. Ladies and gentlemen, Queen’s Pub is proud to present, The Revengers!”

You can’t describe the uproar the audience has once the man is off the stage once his microphone is placed on it’s stand and he’s walking to the wings of the stage, clapping Thor on the shoulder as he walks by. They’re all glowing. Not only from the stage lights, but their smiles are ginormous.

You should have attended a concert a lot sooner. Because seeing all four of The Revengers like this? It genuinely makes your heart swell, you can just tell how much they love this.

And they should. You hear how many people love them in this packed pub right now.

“Good evenin’ everybody,” Brunn says into the mic as everyone calms down. “Nice to see you’re not just here for Brian and his alcohol.”

“We’re here for that too!” A random voice in the audience yells that causes more laughter to erupt both from the audience and Brunn.

“Well, same here.” Brunn’s trying to find the person, as if she’ll know who it is before entirely giving up when Loki leans close to her and starts muttering as his hands plug in his guitar to his set amp perfectly without even looking.

Your eyes are immediately settled on him. He’s basically in front of you anyways, it’s hard to not notice anything. You spot his nails first and foremost, they’re painted. It looks like black polish, but you notice a twinge of another color when the lights hit it. You’ll have to ask when you see him after their set.

After that, it’s all downhill for you and your crush from there. He’s got the tightest pair of skinny jeans on that you see between him and his instrument as he and Brunn laugh before he’s walking back to his side of the stage. Paired with that, he’s got on the tightest tank top possible, his biceps seem to be bulging slightly, and you’re thankful that you haven’t got a drink on you right now because you would have choked on it.

Loki’s….god.

“So, we’re gonna start with a little cover from a little band called Queen, because Brian won’t shut up about it,” Brunn says, pausing only to let the cheering go up again before gaining control of the crowd, “I know I know! We love Revengers singing Queen, I know. After that we’ll just sing some new stuff we’ve been working on and then Cheerful Rangers will take good care of you all about an hour after you’ve all sobered up from us. Alright?”

Brunn had to love the audience reaction. She eggs them on like it’s her job. Which, in a way it is between her day shifts at some clothing store.

“Okay! Let’s go!”

Before the audience could react properly, Loki was already starting to play, expertly plucking the beginning to the unfamiliar song while Brunn turns around to converse with Thor quickly.

You wish you had more eyes than you do. The Revengers on stage as a group is like a well oiled machine. You don’t even know the song they’re playing at the moment, but they add their own spins on it, solos that sound longer than normal, and they’re just having fun.

It’s refreshing to see, and this is only the first song of the night.

Sure, it’s a song by Queen, but The Revengers claim it all as their own, just for tonight. Your eyes move from Brunn to Loki several times before you’re looking at Bruce and Thor jamming together in their own little world. You could watch this literally all night.

And Loki? God, Loki was a sight. Loki always made it seem like he belonged in any place he walked into once he was comfortable, but here, on the stage, he just oozed confidence. He just seemed to only get hotter not only through the song, but their entire set.

His hands just glide along his guitar as if he doesn’t even need to think much about it, yet his face is a mix of concentration and..well, you don’t want to admit it to yourself, but: sex.

It’s like he’s trying to make this sexual, and it’s making your mind go nuts.

You’re too focused in on Loki and his playing enough to forget that this is a concert and they just finished a song, so everyone is cheering. Thankfully, it’s loud, so you’re quick to snap out of the trance Loki’s set you in to clap and cheer along.

The rest of the concert after the Queen song goes exactly like it did the first time around. You’re watching Loki solely as he’s playing, you’re staring at his fingers, occasionally his face as he tilts his head up to his microphone to add backing vocals which also contribute to making you a puddle.

If you weren’t taken by Loki earlier this week, you certainly fucking were now.

Their set doesn’t last as long as you’re wishing it would. By the time they finish off their final song of the night, you’ve worked up a sweat by dancing with the rest of the small group you’ve gotten acquainted with at the front. It’s only when Brunn thanks the crowd for even bothering to show up before she’s leaving the stage do you realize The Revengers are done for the night, but Loki, Bruce, and Thor play on together for a little longer.

It’s like you’re watching a jam session, the way Bruce and Loki come together to stand near Thor’s drums and play what just sounds right before they cut their instruments off at the perfect time within each other and they wave goodbye as you and the rest of the crowd go wild.

The cheering goes on for a sliver more than you expect it to, and keeps going as you try to fight through some of the people to finally make it to the bar. Truthfully, you could leave after seeing Loki. You really saw no other reason to be here, considering you only wanted to see The Revengers in action.

And boy did you.

Once you made it onto the barstool at the nearly empty bar, the bartender that greeted you when you first entered the establishment comes over.

“Hey! What can I get started for you tonight?”

“Hi, uh,” you pause, trying to think of something you’d like to drink before just taking a breath and sighing. “I’m not really too sure. Something with vodka, I know that much. What would you recommend?”

The bartender smiles and nods. “Don’t worry about it, I got you. Do you like grapefruit?”

“I have no idea, but I’m willing to try,” you respond with a smile. The bartender nods before they’re off and making your drink. Once you know you’re not going to be asked any questions, you turn and look at the entire pub.

It’s significantly less full now. It’s pretty obvious most people were here for The Revengers and them alone. And truthfully, even if you’re biased, you don’t blame them.

But still, you felt a little bad for however many bands there are after this.

“Did you have the uh,” a familiar voice asks from behind the bar, “I don’t remember the bloody name of this thing, but it’s got grapefruit in it?”

You turn around to be met with the grey haired man who introduced the band earlier in the evening. “Yeah! Yeah, that’s me.”

He smiles kindly at you and places your drink down in front of you. “Then here you are. I take it you had fun watching The Revengers.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you respond, laughing lightly before moving to take a sip of the drink from the rocks glass, enjoying the small sour taste from the drink before being hit with the salt that was on your lips from the rim. You clear your throat before speaking again. “I was told they’d be good, I didn’t anticipate just how good.”

“Really? They’re talked about at a lot of places around here,” he explains, shocked before leaning on the opposite end of the bar. “How did you hear about them?”

“Oh, uh, through their guitarist,” you explain, your face heating up just having to think about the performance you just watched literally inches away from your face. “Loki.”

“Oh!” He exclaims, standing straight before clapping his hands together, saying your name with confidence. You raise a brow.

“Yes? That’s me.” You take a slow sip, confused as to how this curly haired man knows your name.

“I’m Brian, the owner,” he—Brian—explains with a hand placed in the middle of his chest. “I understand that’s weird, and I apologize. Loki said you’d be coming and to put you on the tab.”

“Oh.” Yeah, oh is right. Loki put you on their tab? You’re damn near close to asking if you can just go ahead and pay for the damned drink before Loki’s suddenly here and jumping onto a stool next to you.

“Hey!” Loki exclaims once you’ve turned around to actually look at him, taking another sip of your drink. “You made it!”

“Of course I did!” You say after you’ve swallowed. You noticed that Brian had left the two of you, probably to go and get Loki a drink. “Why wouldn’t I come?”

“I was just worried you wouldn’t get the note on my receipt,” Loki explains, becoming a little shy before running a hand through his hair once or twice to keep it out of his face. He’s still visibly sweaty, but not as much as he was on stage.

You could honestly just stare at him all night, the longer you look at him, the more features you find yourself fixating on. Like his slightly smudged eyeliner that makes his eyes pop a little under the LEDs of the bar.

“Please, if Helen found it she would have told the entire restaurant I was going out to see a rockstar tonight. I assure you of that.”

“You know,” Loki starts with a boyish smile, looking at you head on. “I don’t doubt it.”

You hide how you’re swooning at his stupid face by taking another sip of your drink as you snort. Smacking your lips, you speak again. “She’s that predictable, huh?”

“It’s Helen,” Loki starts before Brian is back with a small glass filled with some amber looking liquid. “Thank you, Bri.”

“‘Course,” he replies. “I’ll talk with you about the show later, but the cover was amazing.”

Loki’s beaming, giving Brian a wide smile before he’s raising his glass in Bri’s direction as he walks back off to another end of the bar you don’t bother to twist and see. Loki smiling has you smiling.

“You guys were great, y’know,” you say softly, almost in awe of the man before you. “I’ve never seen a guitarist play that fast.”

“Then you don’t know many guitarists,” Loki quips gently, sipping his alcohol before chuckling. “Sorry, that sounds rude.”

“No, no, you’re right. I don’t normally pay attention that much, but you had me hooked since the first song.”

“Since the Queen song or everything after that?”

You pause, trying to find the words to reply before just taking a breath and chuckling: “yes.”

Loki laughs with you, taking another sip of his drink. “Well, that’s good to know. You should have came last week, we had Roger to sing something for us.”

“Roger?”

“Yeah, Roger’s the co-owner of The Queen’s Pub with Brian. They’ve been friends for years.”

“Ooh,” you nod in understanding, sipping your drink before licking at the salted rim again for a little kick. “And before I forget, can I just go ahead and pay you for putting me on your tab? Like, it’s super sweet of you to do that, but I can pay—“

“No, absolutely not,” Loki says with a playful stern tone. “Not happening.”

You pout at Loki, finally putting your drink down to arm up your hand that’s been holding the glass this whole time. “Loki..”

“I’m serious, it’s fine. Brian never lets us pay it anyways,” he explains with a chuckle, putting his glass down as well. “We’ve had it since the early days—before we even had a name, let alone songs we wrote on the napkins here, we started paying at first. But then Brian saw how much traffic comes in here, the people pay for our drinks themselves just by showing up.”

“So The Revengers gives Queen’s Pub recognition and notoriety.” You mean your statement to be a question, but you knew the answer on your own. Your smile only seems to grow, hearing more bits and pieces to sew together the story behind The Revengers. “That’s—“

“Smart,” Loki finishes for you. “I know. We’ve tried to have Brian let us pay regardless, but he’s a stubborn bastard. He tells us it’s not just ‘cause of that though. Says it’s a thank you for taking him back to his old days every Saturday night.”

You laugh with Loki this time, leaning against the backing of the bar stool. “I mean, must be nice then! Brian sounds like the best granddad a person could have.”

Loki laughs a little harder at your joke before taking his glass to swallow the final sip of his drink. “He can be, for sure. Other times, it’s almost like he’s our manager, which is weird, but we let him do it anyway.”

You snort, smiling as you listen to Loki continuing to ramble a bit more about the pub. It made your heart start beating tenfold just by how passionate and excited he was telling you just every little detail he possibly could about it. He really cared about this pub and everyone in it. You could tell just by his excited hand movements and the fond look on his face alone. And you couldn’t help but find him more endearing at this point in the night.

Somehow, an hour passes, and the next act plays. You stay at Loki’s side, both in the makeshift pit of the stage, and back at the bar for another round of drinks after Cheerful Rangers actually played an actually good gig—you hate to sound so negative, but you didn’t see it coming; especially when high schoolers romped out onto the stage.

That’s how the night goes, really. You and Loki going from bar to stage, eventually opting in to drink water after the third act of the night—some of the songs got you and Loki dancing together, and you’re back to sweating.

As someone who hasn’t had many first dates (many? Hell, you’ve only had one, and even then it wasn’t as glamorous as this), you genuinely didn’t want the night to end. But the lights on the stage come down as Brian finishes the night with a small speech about thanking people for coming out as per always, giving everyone a final cheer before everyone is cleaning up after themselves and going to their own respective tables to keep the night alive. You look to Loki, unsure of what this means for the two of you.

Are you leaving? Staying and chatting more over water? Sharing more little snacks Brian drops off with a joke about the tab?

“Hey,” Loki says a little louder than normal. He’d probably tried to get your attention before this. You turn to look at him.

“Hm?”

“I’ve gotta help pack stuff into Bruce’s car, do you want a quick tour backstage while I help out? See everyone again?”

You’re already nodding before you even properly process what you’ve been asked, Loki lacing your hands together firmly as he guides you around a few small pods of people who are still choosing to stand for the evening.

“Oh,” you voice suddenly, noticing the door just next to stage left. “Through here?”

Loki lets out a soft laugh, nodding. “Yeah. Did you not notice Brian use it?”

You feel your face heating up from embarrassment. “Shut up.”

This only causes Loki to laugh more and make your heart want to slam out of your chest and into Loki’s awaiting hands for him to finally claim it as his own.

Now, you realize, you may have had one too many sips of alcohol. Hopefully this backstage tour makes the slight fog get out of your brain.

Loki swings the door open, and tugs you by your hand to walk through the threshold first, still holding hands as he’s right behind you and starting to take lead down the cream painted hallway.

“So, all these doors we’re starting to pass are dressing rooms,” Loki explains once you’re both walking the same pace, his hand gesturing to some of the doors he’s talking about. “Bri keeps them maintained well, even if none of us use them.”

“Will you ever, do you think?” You question, eyes looking along the walls to see all the pictures covering the walls between the doors. In almost every frame is an autographed…something. You don’t know what some of them are. Some are ticket stubs, some are headshots. Some are even playbills from New York.

“Maybe? Not too sure if I’m honest.” Loki’s stopping you both at the end of the hall, head twisting from right to left. You follow in suit, noticing that to your right, there’s a hall that leads to a wide open door to the back parking lot, and the other side you can see Thor and Brunn chatting animatedly as they both use their arms to rewrap some wire.

“To your right is the technical loading bay,” Loki explains, turning left. “I’m sure that’s obvious.”

“A little,” you quip, giggling. “But it’s fine. I’m getting a tour, you’re required to tell me these things.”

“Very true,” Loki replies, chuckling himself. This hall to where Thor and Brunn are is much shorter, and here is where you notice the main backstage area.

“Finally!” Brunn announces before Loki can beat her from speaking. “There you two are! We’ve been waiting to see you all night!”

“You could have met us at the bar,” Loki fires back immediately, his playful tone evident as he gently pulls you between Brunn and Thor. “I’m giving a tour, I’ll grab the amps here in a sec.”

“You better, lover boy,” Brunn shouts as he pulls you away to the other side of the room as if it’s miles away.

You’re laughing at their interaction before Loki’s clearing his throat. “Anyway.”

“Yes, sorry, do go on,” you say, bringing your laughing down to a giggle.

“Main backstage area,” Loki continues, a smile never leaving his face as he lets your hand go to gesture wide to the room. Brunn finishes her bundle of wire perfectly and does a pose while Thor continues rolling his share of the wire, clueless to what’s even going on.

“Wow.”

“I know,” Loki replies excitedly. “Can be fun before shows. We have a tradition to do a little shot or two before heading out. It’s a good time. The ramps closer to where the actual stage is leads to the stage, obviously.”

“Fun as hell to ride the amps down, by the way,” Brunn cuts in, her wire bundle out of her hands and somewhere in the suit case near Thor. Now she’s grabbing another wire that’s just a pile on the floor to wrap again. “Just be sure you have someone to catch you—“

“There may be a hole behind the couch and we haven’t told Brian,” Bruce cuts in, smiling nervously from his confession. “We’ll tell when we have the money for the damage. So, keep this between us.”

You hold back any cackle you may have, giving everyone a thumbs up in the room before looking to Loki, noticing a hall behind you in your peripheral vision. “I assume there’s more dressing rooms back there?”

“Huh?” Loki whips around before he’s confirming your suspicion. “Yes! It’s the same as the other hall, the door however leads to the backrooms where storage is. Not at all like the fun way we just came in.”

“Boo,” you reply teasingly. “Could at least have something more fun.”

“Tell Brian that,” Loki replies. “He tries to keep a tight ship. Roger’s the fun one.”

“Why do I believe that?”

“Because Brian is a boring name,” Thor chimes, finishing his wire and knotting it off. Everyone looks over at him, eyes wide. You and Brunn had let out some gasps when he even said it.

Thor looked up from his hands, scanning all of your faces. “What? It’s true.”

There’s a beat of silence, before Brunn breaks it.

“I’m so telling him you said that—“

“Brunn!”

“Oh god,” Bruce groans, rubbing his face with his hands. “I’m not involved.”

You and Loki turn to each other and laugh at your friends—well, his friends, really, but you’re hoping that you’re in the team at this point—fond and light.

“I’ll just go and start grabbing those amps from the stage,” Loki says finally, Thor and Brunn’s bickering slowly becoming a background noise. Loki turns to look at you. “If you’d like you can sit and watch Thor and Brunnhilde go at each other, or help. Whichever you’d like, darling.”

The nickname Loki uses absolutely has your face heating again, and you nod, taking a breath to try and recover from the term.

“I’ll, uh,” you start, rubbing your hands together. Your brain is going a few miles per minute. “How can I help?”

Luckily for you, Loki and Bruce are quick to put you to work, taking you out on the stage and showing you how to detach their amps from the pub’s stage set up with ease. You’re in charge of making sure all the wires for them are detached and in your arms to be relayed back to Brunn and Thor in the back.

It’s a relatively easy job, and you’re enjoying watching Bruce and Loki interact a bit more for yourself. Really, you’re happy to see all of them interact more closely than at your job. You can feel how tight they are together as a group, and it makes you feel like you’re intruding slightly.

And yet, they still welcome you with open arms anyways.

“We should be good! Just meet us out back, my car’s parked there!” Bruce shouts to you as you’re coming up the ramp. “We need someone to spot us when we pick up the amp!”

“Got it!” You call back, disappearing back behind the curtain after walking through the wings, Thor and Brunn back to silently raveling the wires you’ve brought them.

It’s not long before you’re back out in the back lot. You can see Bruce’s car just like he said. You can also pick out your car from the small smattering of patrons still in the pub. The night has gotten a bit chilly, unfortunately for you. You’ll simply have to make do.

“Incoming!” Loki shouts, getting your attention as you’re quick to be sure you’re out of his way in the doorway. The amp wheels are loud as Loki continues to speak to his bandmate over the noise. “Bruce, is your trunk clean finally?”

“Yes sir!”

You can’t hide your giggling at their conversation before Loki and Bruce are out with two of the four amps from the stage.

“Okay, so me and Bruce will lift, just be sure we don’t magically drop it, alright?” Loki explains standing straight to shake out his hands and arms and stretching them slightly. You nod obediently, refraining from making the magic joke you were thinking about.

Loki gives you a smile and a nod back before he and Bruce are on either side of one of the two amps, counting to three and positioning their hands on the bottom edges to grip and lifting.

And you want to say you’re paying attention on the amp, but you’re so not.

Loki’s ripped. You’ve noticed his biceps before, sure, but this? In action? His biceps are bulging just like Bruce’s as they lift the large amp together before it’s safe in Bruce’s trunk and you’re rolling the next one over when Bruce asks. You’re thankful for the show Loki’s arms are giving you as the second amp of the night is stacked perfectly in Bruce’s trunk.

The three of you quietly cheer before the process is repeated, and you try to hide how you’re drooling over the way Loki’s arms look for a second time. Thank god your help wasn’t actually needed. You don’t think you’d be able to make it in time before an amp actually broke.

Soon enough, Bruce’s car is packed with most of their instruments, and all the wiring before The Revengers and you are piling back out into the main lobby of The Queen’s Pub.

“Brian!” Brunn shouts in a sing-song voice, Thor immediately shouting a no! and rushing from the back to stop her from her next words. You and Loki stay back as Bruce comes in just after the two of you.

You notice the pub is significantly empty, and turn to Loki for questioning.

“The pub usually closes around this time on Saturdays,” he explains easily. “Brian lets us stay back almost always. Usually he makes us move the chairs and tables back for him so the staff can focus more so on cleaning. Y’know, since Saturdays are always packed.”

You snort, looking over at Loki as your linked hands swing between the two of you. “Really? I would have no clue. Seemed super empty.”

“Oh, stop it,” Loki responds, gently giggling and nudging you before you’re glancing at the clock that hangs just above the LEDs of the bar that Brian is currently paused cleaning to talk with Brunn.

10:05 pm. Jesus Christ.

You’ve basically spent all day here.

“Oh, I didn’t even know it was ten,” you say suddenly hand—unfortunately—letting go of Loki’s to move to the your back pocket of your jeans to check your phone. You’ve checked it periodically through the night, and there wasn’t many notifications worth your time besides a bunch of texts from Helen. “Damn..”

“Do you need to get going?” Loki asks, gently grabbing your arm and stopping the two of you from walking as you look at your phone screen. You feel Bruce walk around the two of you with a soft apology. “I didn’t ask if you worked tomorrow, I’m sorry—“

“No, no, you’re so okay,” you say, looking up at Loki with a grin as you pocket your phone. “I just didn’t expect it to be ten, I have work around noon.”

Loki mirrors your smile, and you don’t notice the four pairs of eyes on you from the bar as he takes a breath. “Well, you should get home then, shouldn’t you?”

You mimic his breath, which only causes him to chuckle. “Unfortunately.”

“Well, allow me to walk you to your car? The more fun way, of course,” Loki teases, holding his arm out for you to hook your own with his. You’re quick to playfully courtesy and lock arms, laughing with him as he guides you back through the stage door just like earlier in the night, making small talk with each other.

You’re tired, but you really don’t want this night to end. Loki’s been so lovely. Everything has been so lovely. From the dancing in the audience together to watching Loki shred on his guitar—you’ll be thinking about that for who knows how long.

Eventually when you both get outside, you switch from locked arms to holding hands one last time. You ask him about the tiny things from the show tonight now, what color is his nail polish, really. Do they coordinate outfits? What were they laughing about as he played the opening chords?

“Well, Brunn was pointing out something Brian was doing,” Loki answers. “The nail polish is some matte oil spill color, it was laying around when we were rehearsing and Brunn insisted, Brunn also forces us to coordinate if need be, because Thor will show up in the worst outfit imaginable if you let him.”

You’re laughing as the two of you are finally getting close to your car. “No! That’s so sad. Thor has fashion—“

“Absolutely not!” Loki exclaims as he lets you start to guide him. “As his brother, I am offended. He’s not fashionable. At all. Whatsoever.”

You’re still giggling before you see some of your little bumper stickers on the back trunk of your car, smiling sadly. You feel Loki gripping your hand a little tighter and so you turn around before shuffling to lean against your trunk.

“This is me,” you say finally, refraining from showing your true emotion. “Thank you for finally getting me to a show.”

“Thank you for coming,” Loki replies, smiling as his thumb rubs over your knuckles comfortingly. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“It was the most fun I’ve had in a while, I’ll admit,” you shuffle on your feet momentarily, looking down at your feet to watch as you toe some asphalt before looking back up at Loki.

Loki’s giving you this…look. You’re not sure what look it is—actually, it seems to be something fond like how he was when he was watching his friends and brother interact—but it’s giving you this weird tug in your stomach. Almost like you just want to kiss him which, to you, is a new and exciting feeling.

“Well that just means we’ll have to bring you out here again then, doesn’t it?” Loki questions smoothly, a small smirk quirking at the corner of his lips.

You’re grinning at those words, the offer to return here could genuinely make you squeal with where this future with him could be headed.

“Absolutely,” you say, trying not to bounce on your toes as you get off of your trunk, starting to walk backwards to your driver’s side, tugging Loki with you. “Just tell me about the next gig, and I’ll absolutely be there. For the Cheerful Rangers, of course.”

Loki scoffs and places a hand on his chest as he allows you to tug him. “Wow. They stole the show tonight for you? And I thought you were here for me.”

You laugh, finally dropping Loki’s hand to fish around in your pockets to try and grab your car keys in the slowest fashion as possible. Your skin feels arm knowing his gaze is on you before you reply.

“You’re a mere bonus, rockstar.” You like the way the nickname sounds, you realize. It fit Loki both on and off the stage a little too perfectly, especially after tonight. “I’ll catch you later?”

“Catch you later,” Loki confirms gently, his hands moving to his back pockets. “Get home safe, yeah?”

“I can try, just for you.” You’re almost back tracking, but Loki’s smiling and slowly stepping back from where you stand near your drivers side door.

“Thank you,” he replies before giving a final goodbye. You pout playfully, shouting a last goodbye back before you’re getting in your car and Loki’s headed back into the building.

Your drive home is a blur in the best way possible. For some not-date-date, it definitely felt like a date for your very tiny book. The radio doesn’t have any decent music playing, which is unfortunate. As you’re at a red light, you realize that maybe one day you’ll hear Loki on the radio. With Brunn, Bruce, and Thor. And that makes you giddy endlessly for them. They deserved it.

The rest of your drive you’re thinking about the performance, Loki’s hand in yours, the way Loki played, and it isn’t until you get home that you realize you never exchanged god damn numbers.

“Fuck!” You exclaim into your empty apartment, groaning as your keys fly to your small hall table near your door, hands pressing to your eyes out of annoyance.

#loki x reader #guitarist!loki x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki odinson imagine #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson imagine #marvel writer #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #rachael writes #tiftt —g!l au

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kmikaelsonimagines · 3 years

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Adjusting To Anarchy: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: You’re requests are fully opened?! Yay!!! You told me a few weeks ago to resubmit this when your requests were fully opened, so here it goes. Can you please write something where the reader makes a bet with Klaus at the ball that she can educate Kol better about what he’s missed in the past 100 years than he can teach Rebecka? They invite him to their home and educate him in a fun creative way with music, movies, games, etc and Kol slowly falls in love with them and their quirkiness.

I just had to put the song that I did in here! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

“Come in.” You stepped aside to let the Original vampire into your house. Kol Mikaelson did as he was told, a miracle in itself, and smiled at you. “This way.”

He followed you into the lounge, surveying the room, the vinyl discs, the DVD cases, the books laid out across the coffee table. “So you’re educating me on,” he gestured at the items before him, “all of this?”

You nodded, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. You had known Klaus for a while, and at the Mikaelson ball, you and the hybrid had decided to partake in a friendly bet. Klaus Mikaelson’s younger siblings had a lot to learn about the past century and your competitive streak had come out when Klaus had suggested that you help out with the situation.

So here you were, with Kol, the youngest of the brothers and arguably the most rebellious, standing in your front room, waiting for you to teach him about everything he had missed whilst he had been asleep.

It was absolutely unbelievable, when you thought about it, but at the same time, there was an excitement brewing in your stomach, and it wasn’t just due to the thought of beating Klaus. The hybrid would be educating his sister, and whoever had more knowledge by the end of the week had earned their tutor the opportunity to get whatever they wanted from the other.

No, it wasn’t just that thought that had you excited.

You couldn’t deny that you had an interest in Kol, in that wicked smile you had seen at the ball as him and his sister planned the murder of one of Mystic Falls’ residents. Okay, so maybe that sounded a little sadistic on your part, but you were used to it.

You hadn’t stopped thinking about that smile, about the anarchic nature that lay beneath it.

“So what do you want to get started on?” Kol’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, daydreams that were heading down a path that would have had you kissing him instantly. He picked up one of the vinyl’s, staring at the logo in the middle. “Bohemian Rhapsody?”

You took the vinyl from his hand and smiled. “Well that’s just the perfect place to start.” You walked over to the record player and set up the disc. Before you made it play, you turned back to Kol. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just close your eyes. Please.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when Kol again did as he was told. Maybe the stories had been wrong; maybe he wasn’t quite the epitome of anarchy that you thought him to be. You moved the arm of the record player and the collective voices of Queen filled the room.

You watched as Kol scrunched up his nose, clearly not expecting the music that you were now playing, “What is this?”

“Only six minutes of the best band in existence singing their masterpiece.”

“It’s strange.”

“Oh, you just wait for the B-Side.” You chuckled to yourself as you imagined Kol’s reaction to the infamous “I’m In Love With My Car”. As Freddie Mercury’s powerful tones flew into your ears, you resisted the urge to start singing along, instead focusing on the task at hand. “But what are you feeling now?”

Kol seemed to chew on your words before he answered. “Like he’s singing to me. Like he understands.”

You didn’t need Kol to elaborate, not as you understood everything that he meant. There were plenty of songs that you could have chosen to introduce Kol to what he had missed over the past century, but this one seemed to sum it up perfectly. It made you feel like you were special, made you want to laugh and cry all at the same time. “Just listen.”

The only sound for a moment was “Bohemian Rhapsody”; from Freddie’s piano skills, to Brian May on the Red Special, Roger Taylor’s falsettos and the subtlety of John Deacon’s bass line running through it all. The tempo picking up speed had you wanting to bang your head to the beat, the fade back into that beautiful piano with Freddie’s voice had you almost weeping.

And then that crash of the gong at the end, like waves hitting the shore. You looked over at Kol, and it was then that you saw how beautiful he really was. Eyes shut, chest rising and falling, hair tousled, framing his face perfectly. He looked so perfect, so different from the Original that you had seen at the ball.

Excitement turned into something more, something calmer, a fire dwindling in your stomach.

His eyes flitted open and you were faced with deep brown irises that looked like they could stare into your soul. He smiled. “What’s next?”

“I think we’ll leave it there for today.”

Kol’s smile dropped, and you couldn’t help but feel as if he wanted to spend more time with you. But then that wicked grin came back to his face, anarchy invading its way into the atmosphere the music had created. “Well, remind me tomorrow, Y/N, that although you’re meant to be teaching you,” he stepped forward, your heart beating rapidly, “I plan on teaching you about my way of life. If my family and I are planning on staying in Mystic Falls, you’re all going to have to adjust to our way of living. Or rather, my way.”

You swallowed. “I look forward to it.”

You saw Kol out, and the moment he left, you breathed a sigh of relief, putting away what you were now calling your teaching materials.

Kol Mikaelson on the other hand, strolled home, thinking of nothing but you. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about your smile since the Mikaelson ball, and today had been a perfect excuse to see you. He looked forward to the week ahead, to spending more time with you and what he thought was your rather quirky music taste.

He had a feeling that by the end of the week he would fall in love with you.

He was right.

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#the vampire diaries #TVD #tvd imagine #tvd imagines #to #the originals #the originals imagines #the originals imagine #Kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson imagines #kol mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson x reader #nate buzolic #nate buzz #Nathaniel Buzolic

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oscar-lettjohanssonloveme · 3 years

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A Real Family (Miss Venable x reader)

hiyaa :3 This was a really cute request, thank you! Its kinda short i guess, but there we go..

request: (by anon) Hey hi, may I suggest something where reader and Wilhemina have a doughter, and one day she comes at home after school crying, because some kids made fun of her because she has two moms, so they have to comfort their doughter, and Mina, at first, wants to call the kids parents and shout at them, but reader will calm her down and make her change her mind. 👉🏻👈🏻

google translate whoop.. ohh and i guess the end is a bit sudden, i am sorry ://

"What about Levi?"

"We can't call him Levin while we always call Olivia Liv ... Levi and Liv sound ugly together .."

"Then suggest a name if you always find my ideas shitty ..".

You sighed as you leaned back to lean your back against Mina's upper body. It was Wednesday afternoon and you were sitting on the couch in your girlfriend's lap while you discussed the name of your second child who was already on the way (you were five months pregnant).

Mina was sitting behind you and had both hands on the round curve of your stomach, while absently stroking it with her thumbs.

"What about Theodore?" She finally asked as she rested her chin on your shoulder.

"My cousin's name is like that. And I don't like him .."

"Okay", she muttered thoughtfully. "And what about Benjamin?"

"Mhh....", you hummed. "Liv and Ben, that sounds nice."

"I seem to be good at choosing my names", Mina said softly and gently bit your earlobe.

"Olivia was my idea too.."

"No way!" You shouted loudly.

"It was my idea! Dont you remember? It was 4 o'clock in the morning when I had the idea of the name and then I woke you up and-"

"The name you woke me up for was Samantha..", Mina interrupted you and you could see in the corner of your eye how she smiled smugly.

You shook your head.

"Samantha was your idea! You-"

The ringing of the doorbell interrupted you.

"That's Liv..", you squeaked excitedly and pressed a quick kiss against her jaw before you jumped up to run quickly out of the living room.

You heard Mina laughing behind you.

"In your condition you should stop jumping around like a monkey."

You just rolled your eyes at her words and opened the front door to greet your daughter beaming with joy.

"Hey baby, how was- What the hell, Liv ??"

You looked confused into the sobbing face of your 8 year old daughter.

"What happened? Are you injured?", You asked desperately and crouched down to examine her for injuries. She was unharmed, thank God.

You brushed the red strands of hair from her tear-stuck face.

"Please talk to me, Liv..No matter what it is, I won't be angry .."

"T-they said our family is not real .." your daughter sobbed.

You frowned.

"What do you mean baby? Who said that?"

"And they say that you are sick, because you are lesbians ..", she continued to cry and you uttered a soft "Oh" when you suddenly understood what she was talking about. You looked sadly into her y / e / c eyes. One of your biggest fears became true.

"First let's go inside .." you mumbled and took the hand of your still crying daughter to go inside with her. In the hallway you took her backpack and jacket to hang on the wardrobe.

"What happened?", Mina asked worried when she limped into the hallway and saw Liv crying.

"Mommy, I don't want you to be sick .." Liv sobbed and ran to Mina to hug her legs. Your wife looked down on Liv in confusion, as she put her hand on her head and stroked her red hair.

"Sick? Baby what are you talking about?" She mumbled, looking desperately at you, who was staring at the child with concern.

"Okay Liv ..", you finally said when you walked over to her and took her hand again to walk into the living room with her. You sat on the sofa and Liv instinctively climbed onto your lap without injuring the baby.

"Can you please explain what's going on here?" Mina hissed after she sat down next to you.

"Liv baby, just tell us everything that happened .." you cooed gently as you started to play with the loose strands of hair, that had fallen out of the hairstyle Mina had done for her that morning.

"Uhm, today we had to introduce the family trees that we made ..", Liv began hesitantly.

"And then?"

Mina still looked confused.

"The others thought it was weird, that I have two mothers and said that we can't be a real family, because I don't have a father. And you can't have children without a father. And they said that you both were sick and going to hell .. But I don't want that!", said Liv excitedly.

For a few seconds you looked down sadly at the child in your lap, who had puffy eyes from crying.

"Oh baby .." you sighed.

"Of course we are a real family..Look!"

You pointed at the photos on the mantelpiece with your fingers outstretched.

"On the photo on the edge you can see me 8 years ago when I was pregnant with you. There's a photo of Mommy and me at our wedding next to it. And here you can feel your little brother ..", you muttered and grabbed her little hands to put them on your stomach.

"Mina and I are so happy together and we love you so much. How could we not be a real family?"

"B-but why did they say you are sick? ", Liv stuttered as she stared down at her hands that were on your stomach.

"Well .. you know, it confuses them, that you have two mothers because they don't know it any other way. Do you remember, when you slept at Jennys House for the first time and how confused you were when you met father?" You asked and Liv nodded.

"It's the same for them. It's not unusual to have two moms anymore, but having one mom and a dad is still what most people know. You know, there are even children who have two dads and no mom at all and they are a real and happy family too."

Liv looked at you carefully.

"Really?" She asked, and you hummed in agreement.

"The only important thing is, that we all love each other okay?”

You smiled gently at the child in your lap and watched with satisfaction as she nodded.

"Who were the children who said that to you?", Mina suddenly asked and you had to frown when you saw how angry she looked.

"Uhm..Brian and Melinda.." Liv muttered.

"Brian? The ugly one with the glasses?"

"Mina!" You shouted, staring at her reproachfully.

"M'sorry ..", she replied curtly while still staring expectantly at Liv, who nodded shyly.

"Okay then, excuse me for a minute.." Mina mumbled and got up to leave the room.

"What are you doing, honey?" You asked confused and you looked after her. When your girlfriend didn't answer, you got scared.

"Is everything okay again, Liv?", You looked nervously at your daughter, who nodded in agreement

"Well, do me a favor and go to your room to play, okay?"

Liv jumped off your lap after kissing you on the cheek and ran out of the room and you could go after Mina.

"Mina, honey?" You asked when you came into her workspace and saw Mina with the phone in her hand.

"What's that supposed to be?"

"What does it look like? I'm calling the parents of these kids.." she growled while angrily pressing the buttons on the phone.

"You shouldn't do that .." you said and quickly reached for the phone to take it from her hand. Mina raised her head to you and glared at you.

"Give me the phone, Y / N! It's not fair, that we kept telling Olivia that all people were equal and raised her up that way, just to get some kids to talk her out of it. And besides, imagine Olivia would have asked further questions, because women actually can't have children together, thats a fact. We would have had to explain the whole thing with the sperm donation to her right now, just because a couple of parents couldn't raise their children properly. This is unfair and you know that!", she scolded and clutched her cane tightly in both hands.

"Honey, let me call the children's parents...they are nice people, they will understand..." you tried to appease her and put your hands on hers after you put the phone on your desk.

"They told her, we weren't a real family .." she croaked hurt.

"I know, honey .." you mumbled sadly and rubbed the back of her hands with your thumbs. "But thats are children, they don't know any better ..".

"You know, when I was as old as Liv, I was bullied about my scoliosis. I don't want her to go through the same thing just because of us, her family. I dont want her to end like me.."

You looked confused into her injured eyes, in which tears glittered.

"To end like you, honey? What do you mean?"

"I mean my attitude towards people ..", she growled and looked away from you.

"Oh Mina .." you sighed and put a hand on her cheek to force her gaze back to you.

"In case you haven't noticed yet, Liv is already much more like you than you think.. And by that I mean your positive qualities. Olivia is just as smart as you and has the self-confidence that you have today, but that you didnt have, when you were 8. She can handle it and as long as we don't give her the feeling that something is wrong with our family, everything will be fine.

It will certainly not be the last time that we will be confronted with something like this, especially now when Benjamin arrives soon, but together we can do it.. "

Mina looked at you thoughtfully for a moment before slowly nodding.

"Maybe you're right .." she muttered and you smiled gently at her.

"I'm always right .." you teased her and before she could protest you pulled her close to kiss her.

#wilhemina venable x reader #wilhemina venable imagine #sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable #american horror story

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readandenjoy · 1 year

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Brian May x Male Reader Oneshot! (mi primera publicación q emoción) (( ESPAÑOL ))

Warnings: Exceso de ternura, Brian siendo muy cariñosito, Eres cariñosito

Brian definitivamente seria la cucharita grande, o a veces despertarías con su pelo enredado en tu cara depende del clima😽

El definitivamente se despertaría al rededor de las 7 o 8 por lo cual el tendría tiempo para hacerte tu desayuno favorito (un amor el pibe) y te lo llevaría a la cama (un amorx2)

Cuando despiertes te daría un besote en la boca y besitos en toda la cara te abrazaría y después pues te levantas y te preparas para un día cansado

Depende del día si tienes que hacer las compras o quedarte en casita con un Brian muy softie

Opción 1 (Te quedas en casita con Brian 💗)

Después de desayunar los dos se irían a bañar al mismo tiempo pero no pienses cosas feitas, Brian seria muy respetuoso y no te haría nada mientras se bañan a menos que lo pidas (ojoporojo 👀) después de bañarse y de secarse le pondrías sus cremitas para el pelo (nose porque pero me imagino que Brian se pone crema en el pelo para q le quede bonito) y si tu usas alguna cremita para tu cabellera corta (si tienes el pelo cortito obvi) pues te la pondría

Después ambos se pondrían a limpiar la casa mientras escuchan los Beatles, después ambos estarían muy cansados y se tirarían al sofa a poner alguna pelicular y a dormirse otra ves (pero solo un sueñito de 30 min)

Cuando se despierten seguramente ya será tiempo de la merienda (aquí en donde vivo la merienda namas es para echarte un cafecito y un pan) como el old money que es Brian te llevaría al Starbucks a la merienda, Y después irían a un centro comercial a comprar cositas y consentirte

Se irían como a las 6 y después a la casa en este caso tu haces la cena y pues eres medio medio en la cocina así que harías tu mejor esfuerzo, pero como quiera Brian comería lo que sea que hagas, Para el eso seria lo mas rico del mundo (Aunque estuviera de la caca) Después de eso ambos se prepararían para dormir (porque siento que Brian es un señor q se va a dormir a las 9 😨)

Se pondrían sus pijamas compartidas de osito y a dormir

B: Buenas noches mi amor～

M/n: Buenas noches Bri ♡

Opcion 2 (Brian va con los chicos y tu te quedas en casa)❤️

Primero si hace frio le pondrías a Brian su bufanda tejida x ti (q lindo gesto) y luego te despedirías de el con un beso suave para después volver a entrar y dormirte otro pequeño rato

Después de despertar te alistarías para hacer las compras mensuales, agarrar muchas frutas y por supuesto muchas toronjas (vi por ahí q la fruta favorita de May era la toronja so) pagarías y inmediatamente te irías a tu casa por el gran frio de Londres

Después de guardar todo irías a los chicos a oír sus practicas y a chismear un poco con Freddie, quien te molestaba diciendo que eres mas Gay que el mismo, ya que Brian y tu no pueden estar ni un minuto sin abrazarse o besarse

Cabo de aclarar que Brian nunca le tuvo miedo al éxito y hizo su relación publica, cosa que la mayoría de sus fans se lo tomaron a bien y los demás (los que se lo tomaron a mal) que se vayan al carajo ♡

Después de terminas sus practicas y que tus oídos sean bendecidos por sus canciones, te despedirías con un beso de mejilla con todos y te irías con Brian a casa, después harían toda la rutina de bañarse y ponerse cremita y ahora si a dormir

Siento q me quedo de la caquita pero no importa, seguramente vieron q casi no le puse pronombres pero ojo, Es male reader!! no crean otras cositas pero wueno la primera publicacion de la escritora y espero q les haya gustado, si quieren manden mensajito de que miembro de la banda quieren que haga y yo con gusto se los hago mientras no se NSFW pq apenas estoy en el mundo de la escritura y no se dar TANTo detalle 😡😨😨

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omgsquee2001 · 3 years

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My little Nightingale; Rami Malek x Daughter Reader; Feat. BoRhap Cast and Brian May

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Summary: [Y/N] Malek is the 10 year old daughter of Rami Malek. [Y/N] always loved to sing. [Y/N] sings for America’s Got Talent and gets a little surprise from Howie Mandel

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Ever since I could talk, I had always loved singing. My dad always told me that I had the voice of a Nightingale, just like my momma. Oh, you might be a little lost. Let me introduce myself. My name is [Y/N] Malek and, as my last name might suggest, I am the daughter of Rami Malek and I am currently waiting in line to sing in America’s Got Talent. My dad, his girlfriend, Lucy, my Uncle Joey, and Uncle Ben are waiting with me. I played with my fingers nervously. I had never sung in front of a live audience before, so I was definitely nervous. I was currently wearing a red and orange dress, symbolizing flames, corresponding with the song I was going to sing. Noticing my nervousness, Lucy took my hands in her own.

“You’re going to do great, darling.” She said. I smiled nervously.

“I-I’m just scared. What if I mess up?” I asked. Uncle Joe smiled.

“Hey, don’t over think it, sweetheart. When you get on that stage, just take a deep breath and let it go. They’ll love you.” He said, ruffling my hair. I giggled and shoved Joe’s hand away from my head playfully. Uncle Ben chuckled.

“Joe’s right, love. Don’t over think it. When you get out there, you own it.” He said. Just then, the host, Terry Crews, walked up, following after the previous act.

“Do we have a [Y/N] Malek in here?” Terry asked. I took a deep breath and stood up, Lucy, dad and my Uncles following. Terry smiled down at me.

“Hey there, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” He asked. I smiled nervously.

“I’m good, really nervous.” I said. Terry chuckled.

“Nerves are natural, hun. Just go out there and own that stage!” Terry said encouragingly. I took the microphone from Terry and walked out.

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Mel B and Heidi gasped and awed at the young girl who walked out on stage.

“Aw, look at her.” Howie said. The young girl walked up to the front of the stage. Heidi smiled.

“Hello there!” She greeted after the audience had calmed down. The young girl giggled nervously.

“Hi.” She said. Simon looked at her.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“[Y/N] Malek.” The girl said. Howie nodded.

“And how old are you, [Y/N]?” He asked.

“I’m ten years old.” She said. The crowd and judges awed once more. Rami smiled from the side lines. Just like when she met her Uncles, she had them all wrapped around her little finger without even realizing. Mel B smiled.

“Now, [Y/N], where are you from?” She asked. [Y/N] smiled.

“I am from L.A., California.” She said. [Y/N] smiled wider as some cheers rang out from the audience of people who were also from L.A.

Mel B smiled. Simon smiled slightly.

“And do you have family with you here today?” She asked. [Y/N] smiled.

“Yeah. My dad, his girlfriend and my Uncles are here with me.” She said. Heidi and Mel B awed again. Lucy took hold of Rami’s hand, looking at her boyfriend with love. Simon looked down at the papers.

“And what are you going to be doing for us today?” He asked. [Y/N] smiled.

“I am going to be singing today.” She answered. Simon nodded.

“Well, good luck.” Simon said. [Y/N] smiled.

“Thank you.” She moved over to the middle of the stage. She turned towards the right and gave a thumbs up to Terry. Terry smiled and returned it before turning on the music.

[Y/N] closed her eyes and sighed, listening for the music. Once it started, she opened her eyes and stared out at the judges.

“She's just a girl, and she's on fire,” Rami smiled as he saw the judges’ mouth drop in awe as his little girl let her voice ring out aloud and clear.

Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway

She's living in a world, and it's on fire

Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away

[Y/N] filled with confidence as she saw the shocked and excited faces of the judges and the audience.

Oh, she got both feet on the ground

And she's burning it down

Oh, she got her head in the clouds

And she's not backing down

With the new found confidence, [Y/N] raised her free hand to the sky, letting her voice ring.

This girl is on fire

She's walking on fire

This girl is on fire

Tears filled Rami’s eyes as he watched his little girl expose her talent.

Looks like a girl, but she's a flame

So bright, she can burn your eyes

Better look the other way

You can try, but you'll never forget her name

She's on top of the world

The audience and the judges clapped along to the song the young girl was singing.

Oh, we got our feet on the ground

And we're burning it down

Oh, got our head in the clouds

And we're not coming down

This girl is on fire (fire, fire)

This girl is on fire

She's walking on fire (fire, fire)

Howie watched in wonder as the little girl before him belted out the lyrics to the song.

This girl is on fire (Oh)

Everybody stands, as she goes by

'Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes

Watch her when she's lighting up the night

Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl

And it's a lonely world

But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby

[Y/N] closed her eyes and let her voice ring out as she sang the last lyrics of the song.

“This girl is on fire!” The music stopped and [Y/N] opened her eyes, seeing everyone in the audience and the judges standing and clapping for the 10 year old girl.

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Tears filled my eyes as I saw the audience and the judges clapping for me. As the applauses stopped, the judges took their seats. Simon was the first one to give his critique. His looked shocked.

“Wow,” he started, earning a chuckle from me. “Wow. Um, let me get this straight,” he pointed his pen at me. “You’re 10 years old, right?” Simon asked.

“Yes.” I said, giggling. Simon shook his head.

“There’s no way. You are tiny, and your voice is large,” he said. I giggled. He looked at Mel B. “Mel B.” Mel looked at me in shock.

“There is no way that just happened.” She said. “Here you are, this adorable little thing, and you open your mouth and then bam! You start belting out these lyrics like it’s no buddy’s business!” Mel B said. I giggled. Simon looked to Heidi.

“Heidi.”

“I agree with Mel B,” she smiled gently at me. “I think your dad is lucky to have a little girl like you in his life.” She said. I smiled, tears coming to my eyes. Simon looked at Howie.

“Howie.”

“In the song, the lyrics say that the world can try but they are never going to be able to forget her name,” he said. My eyes widened. Is what I think is happening going to happen?

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Rami, Lucy, Joe and Ben waited with baited breath. So far, every judge has something good to say about [Y/N]’s performance. Soon, it got to Howie.

“In the song, the lyrics say that the world can try but they are never going to be able to forget her name.” He said. Howie smiled gently. “[Y/N], you are the daughter of a very famous actor who recently got the Oscar’s Award for best lead actor in Bohemian Rhapsody,” this earned a round of applause. Rami smiled at the recognition, but still waiting to see what Howie had to say to his little girl. Howie pointing his finger at the young girl. “And just like your dad, I don’t think the world is going to forget your name even if they tried,” everyone’s eyes widened as they saw Howie move towards the Golden Buzzer.

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I covered my mouth with my hands as Howie Mandel pushed down on the Golden Buzzer. Tears immediately came to my eyes. I sunk to the ground, letting out tears of happiness. I felt four other bodies surround my own. I knew that my family was surrounding me.

After we all thanked Howie for the amazing moment, we decided to FaceTime Uncle Gwil, Brian, Roger and Adam. The phone rang a little bit. Then the four faces of the people I loved just as much if not more than my own father.

“Hey, there’s the future rock star!” Adam said. I giggled.

“So how’d it go, Jellybean?” Uncle Gwil asked. Jellybean was the nickname given to me by Uncle Gwil. My smile got wider as I held up the bits of golden confetti in a bottle. Adam gasped.

“No way!” He shouted. Brian and Roger smiled with pure pride for the young girl that had captured their hearts. I smiled.

“I got the Golden Buzzer!” I shouted. I got another round of applause. I was so happy that I managed to make everyone proud.

//I am so sorry. This is probably the suckiest cast x reader thing I have ever done.

I will get to Chapter 4 or 5 of the Queen AU! soon, however, college is kicking my butt. Anywho. I hope you all enjoy this and I am so sorry that this sucks//

#bohemian rhapsody #x reader

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yelenasdog · 3 years

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hurricane (brian may x fem reader)

request by the wonderful @speciallyred w prompts 45 and 58 from this prompt list! i was super nervous to write this bc i love her writing but i hope u enjoy!!

genre: per request of anna, angsty! but it ends w some fluff to mend ur broken heart hehe

summary: he’s never home, and neither is she. he can’t communicate, and she just wants to be loved.

words: 1.5k this was supposed to b a drabble OOPS

warnings: crying, sadness, mentions of marriage+kids, mentions and accusations of cheating, i think that’s it but as always, lmk if i missed any!

a/n: ok so a. y/n wasn’t used so if u wanted this do bri x some other female or oc that would work, and b. i also didn’t use anything that would keep this from being able to be read as a gwil!bri fic :) mwah (also i just realized this but this could totally be a song fic for i want love by elton john ok bye luv u)

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It was deathly silent in the spacious former home of Brian and his beloved, that had now been reduced to only a house. The ticking of the grandfather clock he had insisted that they had to have when they moved in could be heard ringing out and echoing, pestering the girl to no end.

It was always quiet in their house, even when they fought. There was never a rushed bustle of children you had to get out the door to school, and not even a cat or dog to create a disruptive chaos as they ran about, muddy paws leaving marks on the floor.

There would be the occasional record playing lowly, the notes floating about the house, and sometimes if she couldn’t sleep, she would have Bri play her a soft tune on his old acoustic, his voice having no issue bringing her to rest.

But even now, during one of the most heart wrenching fights that the pair had gone through, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop on the hardwood flooring.

As Brian was a soft and gentle man, never yelling or raising his voice in the slightest. He wasn’t mean or cruel, in fact, his entire aura calmed her to no end, which is why she supposed she hated this so much.

She scanned with careful eyes over his silhouette, watching as stray curls rustled from the draft coming in from the open window, goosebumps raising on both of their exposed arms.

“What are you looking at?”

“Just you, Bri.”

He rolled his eyes from where he sat on the white sofa, moving his fist under his chin. A scoff fell from his rosy lips as he turned his head to look out the window, not actually paying any mind to the green hills, a light frost covering the entire landscape.

“So are you just going to ignore me?”

“I’m not ignoring you.”

A salty tear rolled down her face, the incoming breeze hitting her dampened face. She inhaled sharply, her chilled skin becoming slimy and cold to the touch.

Brian wouldn’t know that, though, he hadn’t touched her in days. Weeks, even.

She had wanted to say that his words were malicious, with venom dripping from his tone, like some sort of acid was coating his vocal cords.

But they weren’t. His voice never raised a damn octave, staying completely neutral. And it was driving her mad.

“Then what is this, Brian?”

“I’m collecting my thoughts.”

She laughed, the sound lacking its usual melodic intonation that the guitarist adored so much. He was the reasoning behind the dry chuckle, that much he knew, and he hated it. God, how he despised it. But, he would never let it show. How could he, when he was the initiator of the (extremely childish, now that he thought over it) conflict to begin with? He knew his accusation was emptier than the large building they resided in, and he knew that the results would be horrendous.

But jealousy was an ugly green parasite that had rooted itself in Brian May’s heart, slowly consuming him from the inside out. It was like a devil that rested on his left shoulder, insisting that she was unfaithful, taking advantage of his extended leaves. He foolishly acted on the devil’s words, which led to where they were now.

“Well, how long do you need to ‘collect your thoughts’?” She folded her leg under her opposite thigh, leaning towards him, the distance of only a few feet feeling like worlds away to her broken heart. She would always be drawn to him like some sort of magnet, no matter how badly he hurt her.

“I’m not sure, would you like me to do so elsewhere?”

A beat passed.

“Why, so you can go shag someone else, just like I apparently have been?”

Again, silence.

“You were gone for 3 hours every night on every Tuesday the past month-“

“You kept track? You’re out of your damn mind.” She raised her voice, sitting up, suddenly enraged with his obsessive distrust rather than saddened.

“That’s not important-“

“What’s important is that you’re gone on tour for 10 times as long as that, leaving me here completely alone to my own devices! I trust you enough to believe that you remain mine while you’re away, but for some unknown reason, you can’t manage to think the same about me.”

His flippancy on the issue at hand agitated her (or his lack thereof in general, she supposed) to no end. She wanted him to scream and cry, to throw something, to loudly shout, to shed fury fueled tears as she had. She knew it was wrong, but quite frankly she didn’t care.

He tried to speak up for himself, stuttering out something about how he did in fact trust her, but all to no avail. She would have none of it, not now.

“What’s important, Brian, is that every Tuesday, I’m staying 3 hours after work to try to make it so that I don’t have to rely on you for money, because I don’t want you to think even for a moment I’m with you just because you’re some incredibly famous rockstar who happens to be loaded!”

She was standing now, although she couldn't quite remember bringing her body from the comforts of the soft chair by the mantle to her feet. The roaring fire beside her had died down into a flurry of golden embers, heat still radiating from the pile of charred logs, Brian failing to provide even a fraction of the same warmth.

“Because I love you, and as of late, I’m starting to wonder if you love me too.”

He stood, walking over to where she was in a timely manner, his long legs carrying him quickly. Her breath hitched at their sudden proximity, her surprise only growing when he gripped his hands on either side of her face, pulling her forward and capturing her lips in a long awaited union.

She loathed that her stiff figure was melting into him faster than she would like to admit, and she even more, she loathed the fact she knew she always would.

He was able to taste her tears that hadn’t ceased to roll down her face, the bitter droplets seeping onto the tip of his tongue. He pulled away, his right hand caressing her cheekbone while his forehead rested upon hers. His bottom lip quivered, a wave of emotions hitting him like a hurricane in full force.

His eyes become glassy, and all at once, tears flood his eyesight, pouring down his flushed features. He looked down, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. The bawling didn’t stop as he had hoped, though, it just slowed, the liquid dropping onto her shirt.

“I love you, I love you so much that it hurts. And ’m sorry, I’m so incredibly sorry, darling.”

She smiled softly, lightly massaging the top of his scalp, his locks growing frizzy.

“I know. But it’s just so hard- It seems everyone is getting married, and settling down. Hell, even Fred has his cats.”

They both laughed, and she chewed her bottom lip, a habit of hers that Bri had picked up on in the time he’d known her.

“I just get lonely, Bri, and it feels like you never let me know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. That’s all, honest to God.”

They moved to sit down, and he pulled closer than they had been in ages.

“I’ll support you in any way shape or form, no matter what, yeah?”

She simply nodded, leaning onto his shoulder.

“Yeah. I know.”

Raising his eyebrows, he cocked his head, choosing his next words carefully.

“And if you’re serious about, y’know, having a family and ‘settling down’ and everything, I’ll do it.”

She met his eyes, her smile growing wider.

“Really?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “I love you, and this house is far too quiet.”

She giggled, tossing her arms around his neck and throwing herself on him.

“I must say I agree.”

After the grins had retreated into soft smiles, and the two had come to a much more stolid point, she sat up, patting her lap.

Brian understood immediately, laying his tired head down and allowing her to play with his hair. She moved her hands to oh so lightly trace the crook of his nose and the bags under his eyes (from the late nights he spent performing, wishing he was in the exact position he was in now), the ticklish feeling making him nuzzle into her hand with a whine.

She couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful boy beneath her, as even with all the work that there was to be done between them, she felt confident that he was in it for the long haul.

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me @ u for reading that

ty for reading, like and rb if u wanna :) go drink some water and eat some protein if u can!

as always, xx hj <3

#brian may #brian may x reader #brian may x oc #brian may x you #brian may fluff #gwilym lee #gwil! bri x reader #borhap #queen imagine #queen fic #borhap fic #gwilym!brian #gwilym lee x you #gwilym lee x reader #brian may imagine #ok bye mwah

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