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catierambles · 2 months

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Blood Moon Ch.15

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

(Imma finish my butter paneer, take a couple ambien, and go tf to bed)

“Mike!” Sy called out but he was already gone. Annalisa swept her tongue over the wounds quickly, stopping the bleeding and they got up, pausing as the world spun for him and she steadied him before they raced from the bathroom after him.

“She's a vampire!” Mike exclaimed as he ran into the living room, making them grimace. “Annie! She's a vampire!”

“Mikey,” Jake said, “You gotta stop watchin' those horror movies.”

“It's the truth! Sy was in the bathroom with her and she had fangs and was drinking his blood!” He said and jumped to the side as they came into the living room. “Annie is a damn vampire! Sy, show them your wrist!”

“Mike,” Sy said, “I don't know what you think you saw but—”

“It's true.” Annalisa said, taking him by surprise. “I'm a vampire.”

“Annie?” Sy asked.

“Sy they were going to figure out something was off eventually when your nephew who is in diapers starts collecting social security and I look exactly as I do now.” She said, “I'm a vampire.”

“And you wanna marry this whack-job?” Jake asked after a moment's pause. It was only a blink and she was across the room, another blink and she was back at Sy's side. He had seen her move that quickly before, but only on rare occasions as it made her tired.

“Jesus Christ.” Brian whispered, “I mean, fuckin' hell.”

“Yeah.” She said with a nod.

“And you knew this?” Pete asked, looking at Sy and he nodded.

“Wait.” Annalisa said, “You want to marry me?”

“Yeah, baby, I do.” Sy said, “We're forever, remember?”

“Sy...” She said and he pulled her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Hold the fuck up!” Brian said, “She's a goddamn vampire, Kyle! How are you okay with this?!”

“She ain't the only one who ain't human anymore.” Sy said and the statement hung in the air.

“You a...vampire too, son?” Jack asked.

“No, pops, I'm not.” Sy said and he sighed.

“Well, shit, I mean—”

“I'm a werewolf.” He said and they went silent again.

“Syria.” Denise said finally, breaking the silence.

“Ma?”

“Kyle, I carried you, I raised you, I know you. You were different when you came back from Syria. You had nightmares, bad ones, we could hear'em. I thought you just...maybe you had seen some bad combat, lord knows your dad had nightmares comin' back from Vietnam.” She said, “That didn't explain the bloody sheets, or you sneakin' back in at dawn, cut up and dirty around the same time every month. I didn't say anythin' because I...I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what was goin' on, but the nightmares stopped and you got a place of your own. Next time you came around, you were my baby boy again, so I pushed it from my mind.”

“Is that when it happened?” Jake asked and he nodded. “Fuck.”

“Oh this is so cool.”

“Mikey.” Pete said.

“What? It is! My brother is a werewolf and his girlfriend is a vampire! My friends are gonna shit themselves!” Mike said.

“This don't leave this room, Michael!” Sy said, pointing at him. “Not a damn word to anyone! Ya hear me?”

“I mean, it's just—”

“Anyone.” Sy said and he nodded.

“You were around my children.” Pete said, “The both of you.”

“Well, yeah, Petey, they're my nieces and nephews. I'd never hurt'em, you know that.” Sy said, “Right?” He didn't say anything, “Peter, you know I'd never hurt your babies, right?”

“Peter.” Denise said, “He's still Kyle—”

“He's a damn monster!” Pete snapped, “So is she!”

“If I was going to hurt them,” Annalisa said, “I had plenty of opportunities too. When I changed PJ's diaper, when I took Becky to the bathroom. I'd never hurt a child.”

“And I babysat'em alone plenty of times while you and Beth had date night after I got back.” Sy said, “I may have spoiled'em a bit much, but it's kinda hard not to.”

“They're right.” Jack said, “If they were gonna hurt the kids, or any of us, they would have. We've been alone with them plenty of times. They coulda hurt us and they didn't.”

“Pete.” Sy said, going to his brother. “I'm still your brother, I'm just...a little somethin' extra now.”

“I know that, I do.” Pete said, “It's just...fuck, Kyle.”

“I know.”

“I wanna see it.” Brian said, “I wanna see your...wolf.”

“Brian, it's...” Sy paused, “I look like a wolfman, Hollywood-style.”

“So cool.”

“I wanna see it.” Brian said, his tone final and he sighed.

“Ma, you had plans for that roast in the fridge?” Sy asked and she nodded. “Mind if I have it? I need to eat when I first shift and I ain't exactly myself.”

“Can't exactly do the alternative.” Annalisa muttered and he bumped her with an elbow making her snort.

“It'll take a couple hours to cook—”

“Raw is fine.” Sy said and headed for the back, stopping in the kitchen. “Whatever you hear, don't come outside, stay in the house. Annie?”

“Yeah.” She said and followed him out, the back screen door closing behind them. They stayed in the living room like he instructed, even as they heard his pained shout and the sound of breaking wood, the dogs running to the backdoor and barking.

“I'm gonna—” Pete said.

“Sit down, Pete.” Brian said, “He told us to stay here for a reason. He said he ain't himself, and I have a feelin' we won't like what he is.”

“He's our brother, Brian.”

“I know, and trust me, I wanna go out there, too, but if he's wild right now he won't forgive himself if he hurts one of us or worse.” Brian said and Pete nodded, sinking back down in his chair. Savage snarls and roars sounded from the back making them flinch when it happened, but then it went quiet. The back door swung open and there was the sound of claws on tile, the dogs stampeding back into the living room.

“Holy fuck.” Mike said with wide eyes, as he had a direct line of sight and saw him first. They got up from their chairs slowly, or pushed away from walls as he came back into the living room, towering over them, his ears nearly brushing the ceiling. His shirt was gone and his jeans clung to his legs.

Well, this is me.

“Anyone else hear him but his mouth didn't move?” Jake asked.

“He communicates via thought projection.” Annalisa explained, her fingers laced with his that were tipped in dark, wicked claws, “They all can.”

“He ain't the only one, then. Okay.” Brian said, “I mean, of course he ain't, there has to be at least one more out there.”

“So fucking cool.”

“Kyle Hoyt Syverson!” Denise snapped, making him jump. “Is that a nipple piercin'?!”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

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roadtogracelandx45 · 11 months

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To Update/ Coming soon- June 14th- August 31st

** means smut

Admiral's Daughter- part 1, 2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick ff, Chasing Angels series. 2 Hangman/ Bianca/ Rooster, 3 Dagger Squad, 1. Bianca, Hangman, Coyote, and Phoniex.

Baby I Do,- Part 2* ,3*, 4,5- Elvis- Burnin' Love series- Elvis/ Sylvie

Little White Church- One Shot- Elvis- Stand alone- Elvis/Sylvie

Cowboy Take Me Away- Parts *2 and 3- Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy*- One shot- Yellowstone- Angel of Mercy Series- Lee Dutton/ Spencer Abbott

Just Dance- Part 1, 2*,3*,4* - Top Gun Maverick FF- Chasing Angels series- Hangman/Bianca

Wouldn't It Be Nice- One shot- Supernatural- Darkest Before the Dawn Series- Dean/Ellie

Secrets That Are Meant- one shot* Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Sam/ Dean- Wincest

To Be Kept- One Shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept Series- Ellie/Dean/Sam

Need You To Know- One shot*- Supernatural- Secrets That Are Meant To Kept- Ellie/Dean

Be My Baby Tonight- Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*- Avengers, Only Fools Rush Series- Steve/ Lennon, Bucky/ Lennon

Saturday's Alright For Fighting- One Shot- Fast Saga- Life in The Fastlane Saga- Vince/Sophie

On The Outside- Parts 3, 4,5,6 The Outsiders- On The Outside- implied Soda/Mattie

Game Changers- Part 2, 3,4,5.6- The Mighty Ducks- Game Changers series- Adam Banks/ Ava Bombay

I Kissed A Girl- One Shot*- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane Saga- Letty/ Sophie

California Girls- One Shot*- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels- Phoniex/ Bianca

Courage Under Fire- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire Series- Bill/Olivia, Olivia/ Joseph Liebgott, Bill/ May Jenkins Parts 1, 2, 3*,4,5

Burnin' Love- Elvis- Burnin' Love Series- Elvis/Sylvie- Parts 5,6,7,8,9,10

Chasing Angels- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels Series- Rooster/ Bianca, IceMav, Hangman/ Bianca, Hangman/ Phoniex, Phoneix/ Bianca. Parts 2, 3*, 4*,5,6,7

Should Be Me- Band of Brothers- Courage Under Fire series- what if- part 2- Bill/ Olivia

Charming Town- Sons of Anarchy- Charming Town Series- Jax/Ryder- Parts 7,8, 9*,10*,11*,12

I Don't Dance But For You- Top Gun Maverick- Chasing Angels one shot- Rooster Bianca-

Only Fools Rush In- Captain America- Only Fools Rush in Series- Parts 2,3,4,5*,6*,7*,8,9,10- Bucky/Hannah. Steve/Peggy

Under False Pretenses- Band of Brothers Mafia AU- Under False Pretense series- Liebgott/ Olivia, Dick/Olivia/Nixon part 2*,3*,4*,5*,6,7,8*,9*,10*

Are You Going My Way- Band of Brothers College AU- Are You Going My Way Series- Lewis/ Olivia, Buck/Olivia, Liebgott/Oliva, Bill/Olivia etc Part 2*, Part 3, Part 4*,5,6*

Please, I Need You- Chicago PD- Thin Blue Line series- Jay Libby one shot

Got You- Chicago PD x Blue Blood crossover- Jayx Libby- parts 4*, 5*, 6, 7

Don't Stop Believing- Chicago Fire x Blue Crossover- Kelly Severide. Libby Reagan- Parts 2,3,4,5,6

Through The Heart- S.W.A.T- Luca x Josie Kay- parts 4,5,6,7,8

Star Crossed Lovers- Twilight- Star Crossed Lovers series- Rosalie/Emmett/ Lily parts 1,2,3,4,5

Hearts Made of Glass- Twilight All Human- Lily/Edward- Parts 2,3,4,5

Life In The Fastlane- Fast Saga- Vince/Sophie, Dom/Sophie, Letty/Sophie, Dom/Letty, Mia/Brian- Parts 7*,8*,9,10,11

Girl from Barstow- Fast Saga- Life In The Fastlane series- One shot-

Thin Blue Line- One Chicago/Law and Order SVU/Blue Bloods crossover- Parts 2,3,4

Winter's Gate- Game of Thrones- Winter's Gate series- Robb Stark/Jonlynn- Parts 4, 5*, 6

Homeward Bound- Game of Thrones- Winter Gate series- Robb Stark/ Jonlynn- Part 2,3, 4

Second Chances- Lord of The Rings/The Hobbbit- Second Chances series- Legolas/Ilianna/ either Fili or Kili- Part 2, 3,4

Royals- Harry Potter- Royals Series- Fred/Celeste. George- part 1,2,3,4,5

Puzzle Pieces- Triple Frontier- Miller Brothers/OFC parts 1,2,3, 4

Mine now. Sons of anarchy- Jax/Ryder one shot

Night Terrors - Winter Solider and the Falcon- Bucky/Lennon one shot

Sweet as Georgia Peach- Band of Brothers- prequel story to Courage Under Fire. Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Oh My, My Love- Elvis- Two Shot- part 1, part 2

London Blue- Band of Brothers- one shot- Liebgott/ Liv- set after D-Day

London Grey- Band of Brothers- one shot- Nixon/Liv

Undercover- One Chicago- parts 2,3,4

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toughpaperround · 9 months

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911 Cast Bios

Here's a list of them in one place, in order of appearance in 9-1-1 (fox, later abc). I choose them based on characters I enjoy, or where there are interesting connections / factoids to be found in their bios.

Gavin Stenhouse (The Priest)

Mariette Hartley (Patricia Clark, Abby's mother)

Claudia Christian (LAFD Capt. Maynard)

Debra Christofferson (Sue, Dispatcher)

Grasie Mercedes (Beth, in prenatal yoga class, 1x07)

Rebecca Wisocky (Marjorie, in lift crash, 1x09)

Connor Trinneer (bomb squad, 2x01)

Romi Dias (Chief Miranda Williams)

Ana Mercedes (Abuela Isabel)

Terri Hoyos (Aunt Pepa)

Christine Estabrook (Gloria, Dispatcher)

Devin Kelley (Shannon Diaz)

Wes Brown (Mounted Police Officer)

Rick Chambers (Dwight, newsreader)

Tara Karsian (Ruth)

Lawrence Pressman and Francis X. McCarthy (Mitchell & Thomas)

Romy Rosemont & Daniel Roebuck (Lola & Norman Peterson)

Brian Thompson (Capt. Gerrard)

Lou Ferrigno Jr (firefighter Tommy)

Brian Hallisay (Doug Kendall)

Julie Oullette (Blair, Elf Helper)

Marsha Warfield (Toni Wilson)

Danny Nucci (LAPD detective)

Sasha Roiz (LAPD Det. Ransone)

Paula Marshall (Helena Diaz)

George DelHoyo (Ramon Diaz)

Pepi Sonuga (Athena Carter, flashback in 3x07)

Eddie McGee (Frank the therapist)

Jack McGee (Red the retired firefighter, 3x16)

Deborah May (Cindy, 3x16)

Dee Wallace (Mrs Margaret Buckley)

Gregory Harrison (Mr Phillip Buckley)

Aaron Staton (Daniel Buckley)

Mark Lawson (pilot, 7x01)

Kathryn Boswell & Chris Gartin (hot-tub couple, 7x01)

Rick Cosnett (cruise crew, 7x01-3)

Eddie Jemison (cruise ship doc, 7x02-3)

Jesse Palmer & Joey Graziadei (7x04)

Exie Booker (Carl, 7x06)

John Brotherton (Tim Nash, 7x08)

In draft ofc. Do check the updated OG post if you're looking at a reblog:

Bryan Safi (Josh Russo, dispatcher)

Brooke Shields (counsellor)

Rumer Willis

Anthony Carvello (cruise crew)

Kelvin Han Yee

Main resource is IMDb, with extra material from Wikipedia, podcasts or youtube on occasion. Where I use 911 images they are screengrabs I edited. Other images generally from imdb.

#911 fox #911 abc #911 #911 cast #911 cast bio #masterlist #not looking to cover the main cast - just guests or day players #requests welcome #is anyone enjoying these!?#just me? okay then ☺️#there are currently 1400 cast members on the imdb listing as we wander into season 7 #so plenty to see here lol

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vyp1elyn · 8 months

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Identity V x creepypasta??

Ive had this idea stuck in my head ALL DAY. I also may leave out some characters just cause Idk who they would be (if u have any ideas plz plz plz tell me)

Clockwork/ nat- so she was the first one I thought about cause she would either be Demi or maybe Ada? It may be Ada cause Toby could be Emil for my ticciwork shippers.

Toby- I kind of like the idea of toby being Emil cause that would be cute if Natalie was Ada. BUT if nat was Demi then Toby would probably be Norton.

Jeff- Jeff is kinda hard but tbh he would be Luca cause they both have the scraggly rat guy vibe yk. (I mean that in the most positive way)

Jane- theres many possibilities for Jane like she could be either Patricia or maybe Fiona?? probably Patricia tho cause I feel like the knife thing would make more since.

Masky/ Tim- OK HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE he would be Kevin. Idk how to even explain why Tim would be Kevin but I feel like he just would.

Hoodie/Brian- This was a tough one but maybe he would be Naib? Idk i dont have many ideas for Brian.

Sally- ok this one is kinda obvious but sally would be little girl. Its pretty self explanatory.

Ej- I think Ej would be either be Eli or maybe Aesop but Im leaning more towards Eli.

Lj- Lj is kinda difficult cause hes so tall but I dont wanna make him a hunter so he would either be Joker or Mike.

Nina- Nina would probably be Lily cause I think the idea of Nina cheering the team on is super cute.

Bloody painter- again this is pretty self explanatory but bloody painter would be Edgar.

Nurse Ann- ANOTHER self explanatory one but she would be Emily.

Thats not everyone ofc but its who I could think of rn. I may update it later if I think or more but idk.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #nina hopkins #eyeless jack #idv #identity v #bloody painter #Laughing Jack #jeff the killer #Jane the killer #Clockwork #I actually used correct grammar wow #I have NO IDEA who ben would be #ben could also be Luca actually I didnt think about that

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judgementdaysunshine · 11 months

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Masterlist 21

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enniewritesathing · 11 months

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ask game: ✈️💯🐷💜🍸😊 (I picked one from each category, choose whichever OCs you'd like)

hello! 👋

✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

I'll do this for Brian since I've got John answered.

He loves to travel and especially when he's told "hey, we're gonna go to [x]". Doesn't like to do the packing (that's John's job) but he's down to go anywhere. Anything but the train though... the views are amazing but the space is not friendly to someone over 6 feet tall, lol.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

John: He's left-handed, afraid of spiders, and he's shy! (He comes off as polite so ofc no one's caught that. Been like that since he was a kid and it's just one of his quirks.)

Brian: Likes to garden (he would keep bees in the backyard, but between John and the cat... lol), may have accidentally ate one too many brownie in college ("i'm not feeling anything" then an hour later, "Johnny, have you seen the moon?"), and the fact that his middle name is Antonio. He's embarrassed by this so when he has to use his initials, he never says what the A stands for.

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

John: Cats, but specfically the black-footed cat. How can this creature be so cute but so deadly? Cats are fascinating in the sense that yeah, they're predators and all of that, but they're incredibly baby. Something something duality.

Brian: Secretary bird, but only because of the fact that he's like "oh, that's me :)" honey, that's a birdsona

💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

John: He is half white (from dad) and half Filipino (from mom). Dad's side of the family, he's not too sure about where specifically, but mom's side, he is an descendant of a very obscure royalty (in Bare Knuckle, he had 'met' his ancestor, the first one to have it...it's uh, a whole ass thing.) and where he has his eye color from. As far as he knows, he is either the 4th or 5th person to have it. It's not werewolf related; that happens later. The weirdest 'tradition' that comes from that side of the family is that at least one of them knows a martial art; doesn't matter who.

Brian: He's some flavor of European, but he doesn't know the specifics other than they were almost always royal adjacent with upkeeping the king's or what-have-you hunting lodges and at some point, became favorable to the point of being granted high statues, power, and the privileges that comes along with it as well as the wealth. To this day, as far as he knows, that's still the case with them catering to the wealthy. Brian comes from old money but since getting disowned, he doesn't give a shit about it. (As a side note, when someone raises their eyebrows at his current last name, they ask if he's related. "I was, then I wasn't :)")

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

John: He hardly drinks (mix of personal reasons and taste issue), but he likes anything that's heavy on fruits. Really likes mimosas.

Brian: He used to drink the hard stuff (whiskey and the like), but he only breaks that out (Jack Daniels, aka JD) when he really has a bad day (too much of it though, he's a little mean). Otherwise, he sticks to wines and 'light' cocktails.

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

John: He's in a good spot career wise. I decided I was gonna rework this story, but in the future, he's gonna be gunning to be a Muay Thai world champion (again). Will he succeed? Maybe, maybe not. He has a lot more years ahead of him and he wants to see what more he can accomplish.

Brian: Right now, he's thinking about getting some certifications in other fields as a nurse... something a little less stressful than ER. (there are only two types of shifts -- too quiet (not normal, shit will go down in 2 minutes, and whatever 'normal' is.) As long as he gets to help people in some form or fashion, he's good. Like John, he wants to see what he'll accomplish, but he will not stress himself out like he did when was younger.

#ennie answers #airbussy-a330 #sorry this took so long lol #john being from royalty is like a footnote to him in the sense of 'oh? neat'#for whatever reason people tend to treat him as such and he's not a fan of that and intentionally humbles himself #he only knows of stories of it from his older relatives #a text post #non sims #oc things #long post

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warriorteam1924 · 4 years

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As far as the eye can see - Chapter 8

Author note : Hello my beauties !! I should again first apologize for not being able to keep updates on this series of mine. I’m not going to explain here what is going on, so to make it simple, let’s just say : LIFE.... Anyways, here we are for Chapter 8, let’s hope you didn’t forget about this story lol I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the feedback, I really appreciate. You know now, English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes. A huge thanks to my beta reader, @thosequeenboys, who seems to be giving extra work every time, my queen you’re just amazing, my writing wouldn’t be this nice without you, a big thanks to @eileen-crys for the help, and for all our conversations despite both being so busy. The two of you have never failed me and I thank you both so much for your support. You know it means a lot to me. Love you both so much. Yet, the biggest thanks goes to my sis. Love ya !!!

Summary : Rusper, 1975. Lizbeth’s life is going to change and new challenges are coming to her.

Word Count: 2.990 words

Warnings: certainly still some mistakes, a tiny bit of cussing, but nothing too bad, hopefully.... ^^

Permanent taglist : @anotheronebitesthedick, @reavenedges-lies, @thosequeenboys, @orionis8689, @roger-taylors-car @queenlover05

If you wanna catch up, it’s here (X)

Dedicated to my babies 💖💜

Lizbeth did not wake up the following morning since she had not gone to bed at all. Thus she had not slept at all. She spent her whole night in front of her piano, pressing the keyboard and the pedals with precision, hearing, almost feeling the notes spreading around her. She played songs she knew, trying something new, and then tried to recreate the notes from the songs she had discovered a few hours before, from Queen’s repertoire she had just discovered.

Before Mister Gibson talked with her about the band Queen and their recording project at Ridge Farm, Lizbeth hardly recognized their name. When taking time to listen to their first three albums with her friend François, she recalled hearing some of their songs while she worked with her boss. And this attentive listening made her realize something.

Lizbeth was going to work with Queen, more particularly she was going to give piano lessons to Mister John Deacon. Yet, even if Queen seemed to have their very own musical style , they were categorized as a rock band. However, Lizbeth had to admit her knowledge about this very style was very limited.

When working at the shop, she used her knowledge about music to help beginners. The customers would come to pick their first instrument and the blind young woman guided them, letting them know what the best choice would be for them, according to their preferences and the style they wished to play.

When real musicians came to the shop, it was usually to repair their old instrument or to buy a new one, so they exactly knew what they wanted and needed. In those cases, it was very easy for Lizbeth to complete the sale. Most of the time, this kind of customer did not need further information about an instrument they were already mastering.

When customers arrived at the shop to buy a record, if they could not find it in the specific section of the store, Mister Gibson was usually the one to take care of it. Lizbeth had never had a record in her hands where something about the band or the title of the song was written in Braille. As a result, when touching the disks and their covers with the tip of her fingers, she was unable to know the band. It was easy for her to listen to her records at home, since she had asked her former tutor or François to help stick Braille the titles on the records. Gerald trusted his employee, but was aware this task was impossible for her to handle. Thus, it had been some kind of tacit agreement between the two of them.

As a result of this implicit understanding, Lizbeth had somehow remained on a set path. Since she had been working with Mister Gibson, she had obviously carried on practicing her instrument almost daily. After a while, she had completely stepped into her adult life, getting more and more responsibilities, thus having less and less time to learn new styles for the piano. And that very night, she realized it could become a problem.

Teaching the piano was surely not going to be very easy for a blind person. But Lizbeth was willing to prove she was up to the task. Yet, teaching the piano to a Rock band member was an even more complicated challenge.

The thing was Lizbeth had mostly been taught how to play classical piano, with waltzes and ballads. She was able to play solos, such as preludes or scherzos. She was obviously aware of many genres using the instrument’s large range of notes. When she had started to work with Mister Gibson, she learned more about the piano in Jazz or Blues songs that allowed musicians to put an emphasis on a specific part of the song.

Lizbeth almost felt embarrassed that so far, she had considered her knowledge was sufficient, resting on her laurels to play and work efficiently, yet without too much effort. Laziness, so common to human kind, had started to settle into her. And it was totally unacceptable to her point of view. This was the reason why she had stayed up all night, trying to make sure she would sound great on the piano next to Mister Deacon, but also able to show him she was not limited to one style, to one technique.

Lizbeth was feeling a deep shame when thinking about it. During her childhood, she had faced many challenges and after a while, after she decided her blindness would never be an obstacle for her in everyday life. She definitely was willing to face each and every single one of them. At some point, her child self had thought her ‘handicap’ would allow some doors to open in front of her, that the others would treat her differently and would make her life easier. Thus, after finding out that her tutors and her teachers were not treating her differently from the other orphans only for her own good, she had been willing to face life with pride and dignity. She wanted to face the challenges coming to her, to make sure her skin would be tough enough to face this world, this world that had been very much hard to her so far.

The combination of new responsibilities given by her boss Mister Gibson, the intense listening of Queen’s records, the night she had just spent in front of her piano brought her back many years before, when she was still a young blind orphan. It also brought back deep inside her the feeling of wanting more, the desire to become even more of a performer, to become even more perfect. It was as if she had a duty: to show herself, and the world, she was able to accomplish new things, with success.

The young woman headed to her window and opened it to feel the air on her skin. She wanted to have a clue about the weather, since the previous day had been a disaster, rain (and coffee) soaking her wet almost all day long. Yet, this day seemed to be more clement, which made her smile widely. She hoped her arrival at Ridge Farm would be more ordinary and more positive-with all band members. A quick shower and a rapid stop in front of her wardrobe were enough for her to be ready. She was willing to keep her habits :a coffee at François’ café, before heading to ‘Gibson’s’, ready to have a productive day, though she had been up all night long.

Even if she did not see it, her friend François greeted her with a smile, complimenting her about her outfit. The young woman smiled at him and thanked him though he had not really paid attention to the way she was dressed that day. Coming closer to her to make sure her drink would not land anywhere else but inside her stomach, the owner of the café whispered:

“You look tired, Liz. Are you okay?”.

“I’m good thanks.”, she tried to reassure him with a smile. Yet, hearing he was surely waiting for another reply since he was not answering, she carried on, sighing. “I didn’t sleep much. I’m a bit nervous, so I practiced a lot. I don’t want to mess it up.”, she confessed.

“I’m sure you’re going to be wonderful, don’t you worry.”, he soothed her, putting a hand on her shoulder and pressing it slightly.

“I would be even more appeased if I wasn’t late. See you later !”, she exclaimed after she had touched her watch to check the time. She was surely not going to be late on her first teaching day.

She opened the door and left, waving goodbye and smiling. The sun was shining and it was doublessly going to be a beautiful day. Nothing was going to ruin it. Lizbeth arrived in front of Gibson’s, and she came in the shop, making the doorbell ring, as usual. As a habit, she went to the changing room, where she put her emptied coffee cup in the trash. That day, she didn’t need to let her bag nor her white cane there. She turned and came back to the shop, where her boss happily greeted her. Without further ado, the two of them headed to Gerald’s car. He turned the engine on and he drove her to Ridge Farm, as they had agreed.

During the drive, they had a very random chat about music and weather and the latest news in Rusper, soothing Lizbeth. She was glad her boss wasn’t putting any additional pressure upon her shoulders, as she was already quite anxious, even if she was trying to hide it. It seemed the young woman was getting good at concealing her emotions, or maybe Mister Gibson was too busy looking at the road, because he didn’t notice anything. He had a total faith in her and was absolutely certain her lessons with Mister Deacon were very soon going to be very productive.

“Here we are.”, he let her know after arriving in front of Ridge Farm. “Do you need help to get to the door, Lizbeth?”, he cautiously yet casually asked her, willing not to hurt her feelings.

“That’s fine, Mister Gibson. I’m going to be able to get to the door on my own. At least, it’s not raining today.”, she joked, trying to wink in his direction.

He looked at her with a smile, thinking about how cute she was to try some things a blind person surely had a very hard time doing.

“Okay then. I will see you at the shop at the end of the afternoon, then.”, he eventually replied.

“You will see me, but I surely won’t.”, she carried on. Since it was coming from her, Mister Gibson loudly laughed as she closed the car’s door and headed to the main entrance of Ridge Farm. She used her white cane and she happily and quite easily landed in front of the door.

Recalling the previous day and willing this one to begin on a better track, she took a deep breath. For a brief moment, in her head, she heard the notes she had been practicing during the night on her piano, and it made her feel more confident. She nodded to herself and assuredly knocked on the door. Success and confidence were going to be the key words of her day.

She was secretly hoping Roger Taylor would not be the one to open it. Confidence was one of the key words of the day, but this did not mean she wanted to have to harness it to deal with him straight away. She smiled anyway as she heard footsteps coming closer. Someone bluntly opened the Ridge Farm front door.

“Ah, darling, it’s so good to see you.”, the man now facing her told her.

“Mister Mercury, it’s a pleasure to be in your company again.”, Lizbeth replied, giving her hand for him to shake it.

“The pleasure is totally mine, darling. Please, come in.”, Freddie carried on. He very kindly took her arm to guide her inside, hoping he wouldn’t be impolite regarding her blindness. He thought he was acting appropriately though, since the young woman had a slight smile on her lips.

“My, my, my…. What do you have here?”, he asked her, spotting the records she was firmly holding against her.

“I hope you didn’t mind, Mister Mercury. I took it upon myself to ask Mister Taylor if I could borrow your three first records to get into Queen. I must confess I wasn’t really aware of the band’s style….”, she admitted, blushing a little.

“Better late than never,Love. May I offer you a cup of tea, while you wait for John? This way, you’ll be able to tell me your most secret thoughts about our music….”, the lead singer proposed, in a friendly voice. Yet, he was really interested in knowing her feelings and her true opinion about their music.

“Oh…. But I really don’t want to annoy you, Mister Mercury.”, she said.

“Please, I insist. Maybe I could use some of your knowledge about music as well…. Perhaps you’re going to inspire me to write the new hit of Queen.”, he tried to convince her.

“Well, if you insist.”, Lizbeth surrendered and followed his lead to the kitchen.

The other members of the band were surely busy, because only the two of them sat at the kitchen table after Freddie had prepared tea.

“So tell me, Lizbeth. What did you think?”, the lead singer asked,eagerly.

“Well. I must say I’ve been highly impressed by all the songs.”, she started to say, putting her cup of tea aside. “The lyrics are always very interesting. You are always telling a story, which is highly captivating. I don’t really know how to describe it…. I mean I really can’t pretend I’m now a Queen expert….”, she almost apologized.

“That’s okay, darling. None of us here is. Just tell me your thoughts as they come….”, Freddie suggested, in between sips of his tea.

“Well, musically speaking, it’s very impressive. For a band which has been together for….”, she hesitated.

“Five years now. Well, four if you consider John joined us one year later.”, Freddie was remembering, counting on his long fingers. He looked at Lizbeth who was frowning. “In fact, the previous lead singer decided to seek and drift towards new horizons. Tim was the singer and bassist for the band Smile, while Roger drummed and Brian played the guitar.”, he started to explain. “Then I joined the two of them and we formed our own band : Queen…. But I don’t play bass guitar. We had several auditions and eventually John was the one.” He smiled.

Lizbeth gathered information as she listened to her host. She was getting to know the band more and more and this conversation was surely going to be very helpful in guiding Mister Deacon during his lessons. After all, Lizbeth’s role was to teach him the piano, but she would doubtlessly feel really proud if she actually could help him with his song writing.

“So this is the four of you then….?”, the young woman asked. “Sorry if this sounds weird, but I’m quite sure I’ve heard many back vocals….”, she indirectly questioned him.

“That’s an interesting point.”, the lead singer replied. Lizbeth smiled as she could hear he was very enthusiastic to talk about his band and their music.

Freddie Mercury was a rather confident man in public, so he usually was the one to talk or answer questions about the band when they were giving interviews. Yet, and to his annoyance , the journalists usually didn’t have a clue about what kind of music Queen was playing and even more often, weren’t even aware of real music. The conversations didn’t allow him to show his passion. As a result, he was really enjoying this discussion with Lizbeth, who was discovering Queen but was a musician. Her points of view and thoughts were very meaningful to him.

“In fact, all the sounds you’ve heard on the records were produced by the four of us. They are instrumental or vocals. Though in terms of vocals…. John still thinks his voice isn’t good enough for singing…. Even if I’ve convinced him once or twice to join us in the back vocals.”, Freddie laughed.

“Oh, I see. Maybe that’s the reason Mister Deacon doesn’t feel really confident regarding songwriting? I’m sure he has a lovely voice. Far better than mine….”, Lizbeth joked, making the singer laugh even louder. The young woman smiled as she found his giggle very natural and kind. Since she couldn’t see his facial expressions and his body language, she always had to refer to the sounds during a conversation.

“I’m sure you have a lovely voice as well, darling.”, Freddie said, gently taking her hand.

“We are talking about voices and I couldn’t help but be impressed by your vocal range….”, she confessed.

“Oh, thank you very much, darling. I’m the lead singer, but Brian and Roger sing as well on some of their songs….”, Freddie explained.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t recognize everyone’s voices when listening….”, Lizbeth admitted, blushing.

“Well, that’s no surprise, love. You’d known us for only a few hours. Anyone would be lost still. In fact, I think you should keep the records. If you enjoyed them of course…wouldn’t want to force them on you.”, he hastily added with a smirk.

“Oh, Mister Mercury. I’ve really enjoyed the records, but I guess we should ask Mister Taylor’s permission since he was the one to lend them to me….”, Lizbeth tried to protest.

“Nonsense. These records belong to Queen and I hereby declare I pass them down to you…. Anyone is against this motion?”, he asked.

Since there was no one else in the room but Lizbeth, no one answered.

“Motion adopted then.”, he stated, tapping his hand on the table as if he was some kind of judge pronouncing his verdict, making Lizbeth giggle and blush.

“This way you will be able to listen to them as you please. And when our fourth album will be completed, one album will be given to you.”, he told her.

“Thank you again, Mister Mercury. May I ask you a question, of course, feel free to elude it….”, she cautiously asked.

“Go on, love, don’t be shy….”, the singer kindly encouraged her.

“How would you describe your band and its bandmates? How would you describe Queen?”, she politely asked.

Freddie took a moment to think about it, looking dreamily at the ceiling. He took his breath and replied :

“We're four misfits who don't belong together, we're playing to the other misfits. They're the outcasts, right at the back of the room. They’re pretty sure they don't belong either. We belong to them.”

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floralfloyd · 2 years

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Masterlist

Started: 8th April 2020

Last Updated: 01/03/2022

Works: 25

Characters

Band of Sisters - The OFC's of Easy Company Masterlist

Band of Brothers

George Luz

Sentimental Journey (George Luz x OFC)

Chuck Grant

Get Well Soon (Chuck Grant x OFC)

Joe Liebgott

A Seargent's Sorrow (Joe Liebgott x OFC Platonic)

Edward ‘Babe’ Heffron

Dick Winters

Floyd Talbert

Frostbite and Kisses (Floyd Talbert x OFC)

Bill Guarnere

Lewis Nixon

Cold Ice, Warm Hearts (Lewis Nixon x OFC)

The Pacific

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith

Robert Leckie

War is Over (Robert Leckie x Reader)

Lew ‘Chuckler’ Jurgens

Eugene Sledge

Andrew ‘Ack Ack’ Haldane

Nolan Hemmings

Jamie Finn (Heartbeat)

Young Love (Jamie Finn x OFC)

Jacob Pitts (Coming Soon)

Deputy Marshall Tim Gutterson (Justified)

Cooper Harris (Eurotrip)

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith (The Pacific)

Gwilym Lee

A Field of Flowers (Samuel Castell):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Epilogue (Coming Soon)

Since I’ve Been Loving You (Gwilym Lee)

A Winter’s Tale (Gwilym Lee)

Queen

Confidence (Brian May x Reader)

Dreamers Ball Part 1 (Brian May x Reader)

Pink Floyd

Tears Like Raindrops (David Gilmour x Reader)

If there’s someone not on the list above that you would like a one-shot, series, or even blurb about, feel free to ask my inbox and I’ll happily include them if I can. I’m always expanding my genres and characters so keep an eye out.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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Guardian of creatures; AU! Queen x reader chap. 1

*Author’s note*

Well it took awhile from the last update (plus things have been happening in my personal life like losing yet ANOTHER kitty cat this year) but I finally came around and deliver to you guys the first chapter of my new Hallowqueen series. Now keep in mind it’s mostly in 2nd PERSON POV which means as the reader it’s basically gender neutral, so be patient with me as I try to make sure to keep my pronouns in order. Also I hope you all watch the video I have linked in the story, I def. LOVED it when I first found it years ago and this guy can really sing and bring a gender-bend Disney character to life, so if you’ve never heard of him, check out his page you won’t regret it :)

Now not really any warnings per-say except rude bosses, seductive gestures,

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@simonedk

@queensdivas

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@dancingcoolcat

@queendeakyy

@kinole009x

@klausidiot

@geek-and-proud

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Chapter 1,

First day on the Job

*April 11th, 1926*

First day on the job. Well it’s really an internship but you were looking forward to it. Working for the New York Times was an opportunity for any writer. Your dream was to one day publish the next great American novel, as a child you’ve always been whisked away by the words and tales of dragons, sea-baring pirates, and worlds unlike the one you lived in.

It amazed you how one writer can just take you away on a journey and help distract you from the stresses of the world. And here is where your journey began in hopes of accomplishing that dream.

You had first heard about the internship for the NY Times in the papers in an advertisement. The call asked for a 300 word sample of your writing as well as any previous writing experiences you’ve had in the past.

In school you’ve been part of the school newspaper and helped write up advertisements for after school events. So after submitting your sample as well as a resume, about 2 months later you finally got a letter from the NY times wanting to do an interview.

Long story short, the interview went great and now you’ve got the internship. You now stood before the doors that would start your future in the world of writing. Tugging the strap of your suitcase over your shoulder, you take a deep breath in before exhaling and entered inside.

Already swarms of people flooded the first floor of the building, their voices echoing off the large room. The repeated sounds of phones ringing piercing the room as secretaries at their desks were answering them.

It felt like a dream to you for you to actually think that you were now working in one of the top Newspapers brands in all of America.

“You there!” a voice called out. You turned and saw a young man in a brown suit. “Why are you just standing there!? We are running a newspaper here, not a charity tour.”

“Sorry, I’m….my name is (y/n) (l/n). I’m the new intern to Mr. Grayson.”

“Ohh right. He’s been expecting you. You’re late by the way.”

“Late? But I’m right on……”

“One rule about working under Mr. Grayson, he expects his interns and anyone on his team to arrive before he does. Which is 6am on the dot. And it is now,” he looks down at his watch, “8:45. That’s a good start.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t tole. I promise it’ll never happen again.”

“See to it that it doesn’t. I’m Harry Wormwood, Vice President of the New York Times.”

“Oh Mr. Wormwood it’s an honor to—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just get up to your post and start your internship.”

“Yes sir.” You said solemnly. Wow he was rude. To think you have a VP like him that acts like that around new people, especially interns. But he was right, you had to get up to meet with your head of office and get right to work with whatever he needed help on.

You adjusted your bag once more before heading straight to the elevator and went up to the 13th floor. After a bit of a ride and getting some more people in the elevator with you, you finally arrive to your floor.

People, like down in the first floor, were swarming the room, typewriters were tapping away as men were at their desks typing away their stories and articles for the paper. Or as they like to call it ‘putting the paper to bed’. You walk forward towards a middle aged man with ginger colored hair and ask him.

“Excuse me, do you know where Mr. Grayson’s office is at?”

“In the back, straight down the hall, last door. It’ll have his name plagued on the door in gold.” He said without looking you in the eye.

“Great, thank you.” you followed his instructions but when you got to his door, there was sounds of a commotion going on. Well when you say that you mean the sound of someone yelling and belittling someone, then yes.

“YOU GODDAMN SONS OF BITCHES!!! If we can get a picture of Joan Crawford in lingerie, then we can surely get a hold of this damn jazz club!” you peek inside and inside you see four men surrounding a desk.

And right there at his desk with a cigar between his teeth was your new boss, Mr. Richard Grayson. He was a middle aged man around his late 40’s possible even early 50’s. He was a fairly tall man with greying short hair, a small mustache across his lip.

But what really made him well known was the way he carried himself. He was always described as a man who carried himself like a drill sergeant (that could be because he was one during the Great War). A true, Bronx accent that carried out demands for miles and miles on end.

“Sir, we have tried everything we could to get a hold of an interview inside but not even our best interviewers could get pass security.” Said a blonde haired man in a blue suit.

“Our photographer Eddie has been on it for weeks and the owners have threatened a lawsuit against him because he’s been taking pictures of the club without consent.”

“Aww what are they shy?” Mr. Grayson mocked out. “Then let them sue us then, get rich on their own standards! That’s what made this country stand the way it is!”

“Maybe we should just forget about it.” Said a brown haired man.

“I have been on this case for years. Ever since these mysterious owners built their club at the start of the decade and has remained popular I want to know just what the secret to their success.”

“Sir the only thing we have is that the owners come from England and that they prefer a specific crowd of people.” Answered a young man around your age who had black hair.

“Yeah right they do.” Mr. Greyson muttered sarcastically. That’s when he suddenly turned towards you. “You!” he pointed at you. You’re startled by his loud, strong voice as you quickly come inside his office.

“Sorry sir I-I-I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I really should’ve knocked.”

“You’re the new intern right?” he ignored your apology and went straight to the question at hand.

“Y-Yes sir.”

“Excellent. I want you to go to this night club and get an exclusive interview with the owners, bartender, musicians, I don’t care who. Just find someone to talk to and ask them about their Jazz club.”

“Sir you can’t give it to them. This is a big responsibility, not to mention too much for a fresh intern to take over.” Said the man in the brown suit that you saw first speak to Mr. Grayson.

“Shut it Mack! You remember what I had you do the first day you were late working for me. What better way to get started than by throwing fresh meat to the wolves.”

Can you say you regret working here yet? No too early? Okay then.

“So what do you say kid, will you do it?” before you could even answer, your boss continues, “Of course you’ll do it. Now then. Take this camera, your notepad, and come up with a clever story to get inside. Good luck kid!” he tosses you a camera and notepad before escorting you out of his office and shutting the door behind you.

Okay……what the fuck just happened? It all happened so fast you almost couldn’t even believe it. And what jazz club did he want you to check out again?

Later that night (after getting the information from some of your new team members) you now stood before the building you were supposed to go undercover for.

In a bright neon sign at the side of the building was the name BEWITCHED JAZZ. Now you have heard of this club before and remember it getting fairly good praise from the public and has a good swarm of people. Hell even some of the biggest names in Hollywood have been seen going into that club.

But there was always an air of mystery about it. Like Mr. Grayson said, security is always tight. First of all security actually gives you a pat down before entering inside. Any traces of photography or recording equipment is immediately destroyed (yes you heard, destroyed).

Thinking it’d be best, you decide to leave the camera in your car and just wait it out. Cause that seems to be the problem that most of Mr. Greyson’s reporters don’t seem to get, they just think barging on in will get them access. A good reporter always plans ahead and blends in with the crowd, observes then goes in for the kill.

You stand in the line and for about an hour you stand there waiting to get inside until finally it’s your turn to go up.

“Next.” A very tall and muscular man speaks out as he unhooks the rope allowing you to come forward. “Pardon but I’m gonna need to do a pat down.”

“Go ahead.” As he carefully and precisely starts the pat down, you can’t help but feel intimidated, hell his whole hand goes halfway down your leg and covers your entire back. He was a pretty intimidating man to look at, and you hope he doesn’t snap you like a toothpick.

“Now you don’t have any weapons or outside drinks that I’m not aware of?” he asks in that deep, deep baritone voice of his.

“No sir.” You answer.

“Show me some identification.” You pull out your wallet and give him your ID. He looks down at it before looking towards you skeptically.

Swallowing nervously, the giant just looks at you with a skeptical look before finally giving you back your ID.

“Go right on in.” what? Oh god you couldn’t believe you could actually go in. You take your ID and put it back inside your wallet and thank the guard before stepping inside.

It was a fairly big place, about 3000 sq. ft. A decent size of the typical jazz clubs in NYC. It looked like any ordinary jazz club, firefly lights hanging from the ceiling, the lights lowered to a slight shadow, tables surrounding everywhere, including each side of the catwalk.

A grand stage was at the very center of the building with a band playing an upbeat jazz score. Waiters and bartenders tending to each customer. Some people were dancing to the music while most were sitting down talking to one another.

“Wow.” You softly muttered.

“It’s alright but we make do.” A voice suddenly spoke up. You jump back startled but you stop as you stare at the man before you.

He was unlike any other man you’ve seen in your entire life. He was fairly tall and lean, but not unhealthily skinny, just lean. His eyes were almost a hypnotic blue and he had fairly sharp features, particularly his nose and even his profile.

It was like looking at an angel. But what really struck your attention was the curly hair he had. It reminded you of that one scientist from like the medieval ages or something, what was his name again uhh—Neutron? New—Newton! Isaac Newton that’s the guy.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“No it’s—it’s fine. I’m just…..I was just admiring the place. I’ve…..never really been to a jazz club before.”

“Well, I hope we here at the BEWITCHED can help fill your desires. Oh manners, I’m Brian. Head Bartender.” Head bartender? That’s new.

“What’s a head bartender?”

“Basically I run the bar and train all the other bartenders so that every drink is made to perfection. Now come, sit and let me prepare you something.” He does a gentle gesture towards the bar with his arm and you go to sit at an empty cushioned barstool. Wow this was really cushioned, it kinda reminded you of sofa material. Now so soft that you sink into it but not hard enough to where it’s uncomfortable.

Brian goes around the bar and stands before you and asks with a warm smile and says with that soft voice of his that you can somehow hear over the music.

“Now what can I get for you?”

“Actually I’m…..don’t really know my drinks that well, what’s your most popular one?”

“Well the most popular drink on our menu is French 75. A pretty basic cocktail made with gin, champagne and lemon. I think the main reason why people like it so much is they think it’s actually from France but in truth it really isn’t.” he teases the last part of his statement which makes you softly laugh. “There’s also the Bees Knees, also called our ‘bathtub gin’. Mainly from our pianist player. But that’s basically gin, fresh lemon juice and honey. To give it that sweet yet tart flavor.”

“I think I’ll go with the Bee’s Knees then.” He gave a snap of his fingers.

“Coming right up.” He pulls out a small circular bowl wine glass and with graceful precision he starts whipping up the drink. Shaking the cocktail up in a perfect blend, pouring out the right amount of gin and juice into the concoction. Before finally topping it off with some honey and stirred it up.

Then with a grace and delicate pour, he pours the Bee’s Knees, which comes out in a beautiful, clear sunset orange color into the glass before topping it off with two flower decoration toppings.

“Here you are.” He said as he picked it up delicately from the stem of the glass and handed it over to you. You set down a dollar and took a small sip of it.

And as soon as your tastebuds were washed over with the drink, it was like you had died and gone to heaven.

“Oh my god! This is sooo good!”

“I’m glad you like it. That’s actually one of the owner’s preferred cocktails of choice. Can’t get enough of it.”

“I can see why. And he certainly has good taste.”

“She does. Actually.” Wait did he just say. I quickly looked up at him and I stammered.

“Wait—you mean this……”

“It’s a partnership. Both she and her husband own the place. She makes most of the decisions since she knows the business world better than any of us. While he takes care of the finances, she’s always been lousy when it comes to the math. Don’t tell her I said that though.”

“My lips are sealed.” You say as you take another sip of your drink.

The curtains then close and a spotlight came on at the center of the curtain. That’s when you suddenly hear all the ladies in the room beginning to scream bloody murder. God never have you heard so many women scream before nor have you seen them try to get up to the stage so quickly in your life.

“Here they go again.” Brian says as he starts cleaning out a beer glass.

“What?” you ask.

“Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday night when my mate preforms, the ladies all go crazy at the chance of getting to him.”

“Mate? You mean you guys are…..” you ask curiously.

“Oh no nothing like that. Where we come from mate means best friend. But even though I don’t condone his constant flirtatious behavior, he’s gotten me out of more scraps than I care to imagine.”

Peeking through the velvet blue curtain was an arm. The red glittering sequin pattern delicately bounced off the spotlight and soon a hypnotic, soft yet raspy voice began to sing. When the curtains opened up and a soft jazz tune began playing, on stage stood a very, very, very, very handsome man.

When you say handsome, you really mean handsome. This man looked like he was carved from the god with his ruffled up blonde hair, his piercing blue eyes that unlike Brian’s which were soft and inviting, this guy had hypnotic eyes that just draw you in and could kill you.

He wore a bright sequin cherry red tail suit which was unbuttoned pretty much all the way down, exposing his upper body to the ladies. His neck decorated with 3 necklaces. One of which went practically down to where his abs were, the other hung right at the center of his chest and was in the shape of some sort of snail shell or some other type of seashell. The last one was more of a choker but was decored with beautiful diamonds like a crown of sorts.

He strut across the stage with grace and purpose as he continued to sing with a lustful, hypnotic tone that just made you go numb and melt in your seat. And your eyes refusing to look away from this handsome creature before you.

*Male singer*

I got plenty money in 1922 You let other rich men make a fool of you Why don't you do right like some other gals do?

He kneels down in front of the stage in front of a beautiful young woman. She had long, wavy blonde hair and she looked up at this man with lust in her eyes. He placed a dollar bill between her teeth and closed her mouth as he walked down the steps of the stage.

He then walked over towards a woman with short raven hair. She was fairly lean and had almost an aristocratic air about her. He stood in front of her and took her hand in his. He leaned towards her hand almost wanting to kiss the back of it, but his lips teased her hand and you could see her slightly shiver past her authorative demeanor.

With a cunning grin, he then stripped his tailcoat off his back leaving the undercoat which exposed his bare arms, the hint of black ocean waves tattoos decorated around his biceps.

You couldn’t speak at this point as you felt our heart racing rapidly, almost as if it were about to pop right out of your chest. The man soon turned his eyes right on you. His piercing eyes staring deep into your soul.

Slowly walking towards you, he circles around you like a wolf circling it’s prey. His hand gently grazes up your arm and you feel a bolt of electricity run up your spine, and it didn’t help when his hot breath gently sung in your ear.

Let’s get out of here, I got some money for you

You're sittin' down wonderin' what it's all about If you ain't got no money they will put you out Why don't you do right like some other gals do? Let’s get out of here, I got some money for you

Now if you had prepared twenty years ago You wouldn't be wanderin' now from door to door Why don't you do right like some other gals do? You didn’t know why but you were willing to let this god-like siren just devour you. But when you turned your attention back to him, you saw that he was now looking towards you left at the upper floors.

There at the top of the red carpet stairs stood a fairly beautiful woman. Her hair was a beautiful long ginger color and she wore a similar sparkling dark cherry red dress. She held in her hand a silver dollar.

He slowly walked up towards the mysterious woman that stood by the stairs and the two stared each other down. She gave him the dollar but before she took her hand away, he took it in his and stared up at her like she was an angel (which you’ll admit, she did kinda look like one).

Let’s get out of here, I got some money for you

Let’s get out of here, I got some money for you Why don't you do right, like some other gals, do?

As he did a falsetto for the final note, he grazed the woman’s hand before doing his seductive walk back towards the stage. He turned back towards the audience and gave a flirtatious wink before the curtains closed on him.

The ladies all screamed as the lights came back up and you felt the spell the man had somehow placed on you slowly fade away. Right now if you had to describe how you were feeling it’s be like running a marathon and had just swam across the entire Pacific ocean twice.

“Hope he didn’t scare you too bad honey.” A soft, Southern accent spoke. You turned around and there stood the woman that the blonde singer had tried to seduce with his voice. But she didn’t seem affected like all the other women were.

“I-I ju……he was……” she lowly chuckled.

“He has that effect on all the ladies. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Brian dear, get this dear a glass of water.”

“Right away my lady.” Brian said as he prepared you a glass of water. She takes a seat beside you and continues.

“He may act all macho and seductive. But trust me, his bark is worse than his bite.” She spoke in that honey-like voice of hers that had a slight raspy to it, but it didn’t change the softness to her motherly tone.

“Who—who was he?” you ask her.

“He only gives out his name to those he truly trusts. So most of the ladies here call him the blonde Siren.”

“The blonde Siren?”

“Now I hope I’m not being intrusive but I haven’t seen you in this club before, have I?”

“No. This—is my first time actually.”

“Really? For business or pleasure?” she said as she leaned her chin against fist, looking at you with red eyes? Wait she had red eyes? And not like the kind of red that comes from being tired or when you get pink eye. They were literally red eyes, blood red to be exact. Not wanting her to see that you were stuck in thought you came up with a good excuse.

“I’ve just heard about this place from some friends and—wanted to see for myself.” She looked at me skeptically at first but a soft grin spread across her face.

“Well we try our best. We also want to make sure that first timers are treated fairly and respectfully. That’s the one law here at BEWITCHED.”

“Well I’m fairly happy. The drinks are amazing and the music is phenomenal.”

“I’m glad.” She then hummed out a chuckle. “Silly me, I almost forgot, you can call me Serafina. I’m the owner of this fine establishment.” Your eyes widened.

This young and beautiful woman owned this entire place?! But she couldn’t be older than her mid 20’s. And the fact that she was a woman running this club, that’s completely unheard of. A woman owning such a booming business.

Of course there wasn’t any jealously on your part. In fact you were amazed that such a young woman could run a business like this and be so successful.

“Brian told me that a woman owned this place. But—pardon me for saying this but you’re…….”

“Too young to run a big business?” she said with a quirked brow. Thinking you had offended her you tried to defend your statement but all that came out were stutters of embarrassment. “Relax honey. I get that a lot. Why do you think we’re so secretive? A young woman running a big business. Oh the scandal of it all!” the two of you laugh.

The big clock along the ceiling soon chimed out midnight. Whoa it’s already that late.

“I should get going. If I’m late for work again my boss will kick me to the curb for sure. And on my second day no less.”

“You sure you’re sober enough to drive honey?” Serafina asked you. You give her a nod.

“Yeah. I only really had one drink and that water sobered me up a lot. Thank you so much Brian, Serafina.”

“Anytime sweetie. Hope to see you again soon.” Serafina says with a warm smile. You grab your wallet and pay the rest of your tab to Brian before finally walking out of the club.

*3rd Person POV*

Once they were gone, Brian turned to her and said.

“It was them.”

“Just as Freddie prophesized.” Serafina dropped her fake accent and spoke with her normal British tone.

“So it is time then?” another British male voice spoke up. The High elf and the ginger haired witch turned and soon walking towards them was John Deacon himself.

His once long hair was now cut down to a short tuff of brown hair. He wore a clean-cut black tailcoat suit. Serafina extended her hand and the two lovers joined hands with each other.

“Yes my love.”

“Honestly I hoped this day would never come.”

“But it must John. You know this. You have seen what will happen if they don’t help us.” Brian warned him.

“I’m not sure if we can even trust them.” Coming around the bar to pour himself a drink was Roger. “They’re human. And humans have been poking around in our business for centuries. Especially their reporters. We already run the risk of exposing ourselves to the human realm.” He took a shot of his beer.

‘Now, now my darlings we mustn’t quarrel.’ A soft, serpent voice spoke in their heads. ‘The humans are our least concern right now. What matters now is getting our key to help us finally put an end to the dark Wizards once and for all.’

“Yes Freddie.” All four of them softly chorused out.

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hearts-hunger · 5 years

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we talk a lot about how “somebody to love” is a deeply sad lament disguised as an upbeat love song, but what we also need to talk about is how brian’s solo captures that so beautifully. listen to his guitar - it’s practically mournful. the fact that brian understood freddie so well and wrote a solo that expresses exactly what freddie was trying to convey is a beautiful testament to his ability as a musician as well as a reminder of the depth and intimacy of his connection with freddie.

#that's another thing we don't talk about enough #is how close brian and freddie were #i'm listening to the queen valentine's playlist ofc #and somebody to love just hit me right in the feels #queen #freddie mercury #brian may #freddie and brian #somebody to love #a day at the races #maddie muses #freddie x brian

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iwalc · 3 years

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Surprise- Brian May x Reader

It was late. You sat on the sofa reading a book in front of the fireplace when you zoned out. You started to look around you and saw how beautiful your life had become. You were married to the one and only person you ever loved and together you had built this beautiful, incredible life. 2 years ago, 3 years into your marriage with Brian, you decided to have a child, a token of your love for each other. It was a rough start. There were numerous times where it didn't work at all, other times when you peed on the stick, soon after seeing a positive test, the excitement was immense and when you told Brian he got so excited, all of this to then be broken by the news of miscarriage. It broke the both of you but somehow you still managed to carry on. And for the reward of not giving in you could finally tell Brian once again that you were pregnant, and that time, all went well. In August 1980 you could finally give birth to a bouncing baby girl. It was a strange feeling, suddenly the gravity of your universe shifted and everything revolved around this tiny human, the beautiful Amanda that you and your husband, the love of your life had created and would cherish forever.

You had Brian, your beautiful girl Amanda, you had a beautiful and warm atmosphere you could call home, and there was nothing more that you wanted in life. Until a few months ago.

Your husband had started to secretly give you hints until he finally sat down with you and spat it out.

"Love?" he called silently since Amanda was sleeping, from the living room as you were in the bathroom catching up some laundry. "Yes, gorgeous" you answered just as you accomplished the task at hand. "Could you come here for a minute, there is something I'd like to talk to you about", "Ofc, I'll just wash my hands first". You thought about it as you washed your hands in the warm water. It must be something that's been on his mind for a while since whenever it's something ordinary he just spits it out, out of nowhere. You were curious.

When you walked towards the living room you saw him sitting on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees, face in his hands. This worried you quite a bit. "Hey, what's up?" you asked as you sat down next to him, your hand automatically landing on his thigh. "I uh, I... There is something that's been on my mind" he started, looking down at his feet signalling his nervousness. "Well, I figured, I've noticed there's been something on your mind lately, but I didn't want to push you into talking with me if you didn't feel ready to." you gently said as you squeezed his tight gently. "I haven't found the right time to tell you and talk to you about it" he continued. "I want to know what's on your mind, love" you answered, really wanting to know. He turned his head to look at you for a moment, his curls falling off his shoulder, a smile tugging at his lips. "Do you want me to just spit it out or with some background information?" he asked chuckling a bit, "Do you think background information will be necessary?" you asked him smiling while adoring his beautiful features. His hazel, soft eyes, his prominent cheekbones, his jawline, his beautiful dark curls framing his gorgeous face. "No, not really. I uhm", "Brian, love, I know you are nervous but it's just me, spit it out", "I want another baby Y/N" he blurted out, waiting worriedly for your reaction, a small smile daring to tug at his lips. You were quite shocked, to be honest, it wasn't what you thought your husband had been thinking so much about. "You know Amanda is growing quickly, she's almost 2 years old now and I uhm, it would be nice to give her some company and" he didn't get to finish his explanation because of you interrupting him with a kiss. Taking him by surprise.

It was a brilliant idea. It made your stomach flutter with butterflies. You pulled back from the passionate kiss, seeing his chocked state made you laugh. He smiled at you, adoration poured into the gaze that reached your face. "I'd love to expand our family and have another child with you!" you squeaked, flying into his arms, which in turn led to chuckles escaping Brian's throat. The sound filled your heart and once again you thought about how perfect your life had become. You were so in love with everything, but most importantly Amanda and Brian.

The way he got so excited. The way his hazel eyes got deeper with adoration and excitement. The way his smile reached his eyes. The way he hugged you, telling you how happy you made him, how in love he was with you and to share his life with you. The way he existed. Your heart ached with love for this man.

And that day, it was set, you were going to try for a new baby. It wasn't always easy, already having a child to take care of, as well as Brians sometimes strange working schedule. However, to you, it was quite obvious it had worked. You were experiencing some symptoms, which reminded you of your first pregnancy: Absent period, hormonal imbalance, tender breasts, bloated, nausea in the mornings. Even Brian noticed some changes:

You had just gotten out of a late-night shower and were just going to change into your pyjama shirt when Brian suddenly commented something you found very strange. "Love, have you been missing your period?" he blurted out. This was something you never ever thought he'd ever think of, never the less keep track off. You turned around to stare at him, "Yes, in fact, I have, why?". "No, I was just thinking, I reckon you told me last month that we had to buy more pads and tampons til' this time, but neither of us has bought any and you have been feeling quite fine compared to how you use to feel when the time of the month comes around." he said like it was nothing, you just starred at him incredulously, at awe of the attention he had paid. "What? Did I say something wrong?" he asked as his face fell. "No, no you didn't. I'm just amazed by the attention you pay to those kinds of things. I wasn't prepared for the question nor the explanation for it." you said and chuckled as you dragged the shirt over your head. Walking to the bed you smiled to yourself, wow, what a man. As you buried yourself under the quilt, snuggling up to Brian who gladly put his arm around you he blurted out another incredulous comment. "I also can't help to notice that your breast has gotten bigger". You laughed at the comment. "I don't know if they're bigger, but tender they definitely are. How do you notice all of these things?" you couldn't help but ask as you looked up at him. "Well, I don't know, I guess I just do. And I've known you for about ten years now, and we've been together for almost eight of those. I would like to say I know you very well" he stated. "Well yes, you definitely do, and I love you for it!" you said as you reached up for a kiss, he chuckled a bit and smiled into the kiss.

Brian didn't ask anything after that, you know he had his suspicions but neither of you wanted to get the hopes up too early, regarding all of the tries before Amanda. However, after emptying your stomach one morning, you decided that it would be time to take a test. Brian couldn't be with you this time since he had work at the studio that had to be done, and since Amanda was spending time with her grandparents, Ruth and Harold, you figured it would be a perfect time. Since Brian wasn't home, nor did he know you were going to take a test, you decided to keep it a secret until you knew the result and decided to take it from there.

You had pregnancy tests laying around in a draw in the bathroom. You took one, peed on it, and while waiting for a result you went to eat some breakfast. Coming back to the bathroom to look at the test, you suddenly became very nervous, you really wanted it to be positive! You would hate to break the news to Brian, telling him that it was negative and that the symptoms had been a result of something else. You took a deep breath and grabbed the test. You slowly turned it around, feeling the nervousness clearly increase. All the fear suddenly washed away, it was positive.

Suddenly you felt all the emotions in the world all at once. Tears started to drip from your eyes as you smiled like crazy. The excitement was a fact which resulted in several exited screams and runs throughout the house. If anyone could see you they'd probably think you'd be crazy. But you didn't care because you were the happiest. You had more than you would ever wish for.

Before taking the test you were thinking about waiting to tell Brian until you've seen a doctor etc but now, there was no way you could make that happen. You tried not to call Brian at the studio to tell him. Instead, you rushed to the phone and decided to call Ruth and Harold.

It felt like it took forever before anyone picked up the phone. "The May household" you heard Harold answer. "Hi Harold, it's Y/N, how are you?", "Hello Dear, I'm fine thank you, how are you?" he asked, he sounded happy, it warmed your heart. You contemplated whether telling them or waiting. Apparently, you had been quiet for too long, "Is everything alright?" he seriously asked. You hesitated a bit, "Yeah, I uhm I think so", "You doesn't sound too sure about that dear, would you like to talk to Ruth?", "That would be nice, thank you, Harold". Harold was a great grandad and a wonderful father in law, however, you had always had a better connection towards Ruth.

You heard Harold calling for Ruth and some muffled noises. "Hello dear!" you heard Ruth's voice cheering through. "Hello Ruth, how are you? And Amanda?" you gently asked, not really levelling with her enthusiasm. "Oh I'm fine dear, thank you for asking. Amanda just ate some soup, so she's full and satisfied" she laughed. "That's great! I hope you're all having a good time and that she's behaving" you chuckled. "Oh dear, don't worry, she's the best!" you chuckled as an answer. "Now, Y/N, will you tell me what's wrong?", "I uhm, I was wondering if I could pick Amanda up a bit earlier than planned? Like today?", it was quiet for some time before she answered. "Oh, well yes of course you can! Is there something wrong?" she asked. "No, I don't think so at least" you chuckled, "I just want her home for tonight when Brians getting home.", "Y/N, I'm sorry but I can see right through you, there is something on your mind.", "Well yes, there are, I just don't know if I want to tell you before I tell Brian.", "Oh" and with this, you knew she understood. "Ok, I think you know by now anyway, I uhm, I'm..... pregnant, and I wanted to" you didn't get to finish your sentence because there was a scream on the other end and it made you laugh. "Oh my heavens, Congratulations!! I am so happy for you two!" she almost screamed. "Don't get too excited Ruth, it's still pretty early" you voiced your fears. "Oh dear, I understand your fear, I really do, but it will be alright in the end, I promise!", at this you got emotional, tears started to stream down your cheeks and you sniffled, "Oh love, It will be alright! We'll pack Amandas things and then we'll be right over, okay?", "Okay" you sniffled, "Thank you Ruth!", "No worries dear!", "Ruth before you begin packing things up, you don't have too, you can have her back tonight or tomorrow if you want.", "That sounds nice if it's alright with you two, but I guess you would appreciate some time alone to talk and everything, so we'll happily come and pick her up tomorrow again!", "That sounds great, I know she loves being with you two! I won't hold you up any longer, see you soon then", "Yes darling, see you soon!"

You took a deep breath. Wow. This was a rollercoaster.

You were so happy and so appreciative for Ruth and Harold. Brian and Harold haven't always been on great terms but the last year things have been amazing between them and both Harold and Ruth have always been amazing towards you. They are great, amazing! And there is no wonder why Brian is so great.

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You were in the bedroom and looking for a specific body that Amanda had, knowing that Brian would know exactly when he saw it, when you heard knock on the front door. You quickly ran downstairs and opened to great your baby and parents in law.

"Hi," you both said at the same time as you opened the door. Ruth walked inside first and greeted you with a big smile, embracing you in a hug only a mother could. "You look great!" she happily said as her hands went to your cheeks, you chuckled a bit "Thanks, I don't feel great" you laughed, hoping not to get further questions. Harold stepped inside and handed you your baby girl, oh you had missed her. "Hi baby," you said in a squealing voice before showering her in kisses, making her laugh. Harold walked up to you, and to your surprise leaned in for a hug, he's not a hugging person normally, you gently hugged him and received a happy congratulations wish. "I'm happy for you both," he said, "Thank you so much, Harold," you said and gave him a joyous smile, just as you also felt tears streaming down. "Oh wow, I'm a mess" you laughed as you brushed the tears off. "No worries dear, I was the same when I was expecting Brian" she laughed and Harold agreed, not pleased with the recall of memories. You all broke down in laughs.

You welcomed them inside and as always they made themselves feel at home as you served some tea and biscuits. Ruth was playing with Amanda on the sofa. "Has she taken her nap today?" you asked as you saw how Amanda started to get cranky and sleepy. "No she hasn't, she was about to fall asleep in the car on our way here but we thought it was better to keep her awake so she could sleep here.", "Maybe we should go take a nap, baby girl," you said as you approached them on the sofa. Suddenly, Harold stood up, "I can take her to nap, if that's ok?" he asked, "Yes of course," you said as you walked and picked Amanda up and handed her to Harold. "I'll be upstairs with the bottle in a minute," you said as you walked to the kitchen to prepare the bottle.

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Amanda was happily asleep upstairs and Ruth and Harold had just left. However, before they left they handed me a little box and you thought that now would be a good time opening it. Inside you could see a yellow shirt, in Amanda's size. When you unfolded the soft material you saw the cutest thing. The shirt had "Promoted Big Sister" embroidered on the front. You chuckled slightly as an idea about how to reveal the news to Brian popped up in your head.

This will be perfect.

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Amanda was seated in her chair as you finished up the rest of the dinner. For the occasion, you had made Brians favourite dinner.

You had been so distracted by the food that you hadn't heard Brian coming home. You only noticed when Amanda squealed when she saw him entering the large kitchen. You turned around and was treated by a sight that could melt your heart a thousand times over. Brians had picked her up and were showing her with hugs and kisses, making the baby girl let out belly laughs. You felt how you were about to cry but quickly turned around again to brush them away.

Brian put Amanda back in her chair for a moment and approached you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his lips brushed against your neck and kissed your temple. "Hi" you gently voiced. "Hello, love," he said and kept kissing your cheek. "It smells delicious," he said and placed one last kiss on your ear. "It's your favourite," you said and put down the spatula to turn around and greet him properly. "I noticed, what do I owe the pleasure?" he said as you wrapped your hands around his neck, his hands placed on your waist. "nothing special" you lied. "How was your day?" you asked as you leaned in for a hug, hugging his waist, his hands brushing your back. You could smell his cologne, feel his arms tightening around you. "It was okay, nothing special," he said, his voice low. He pulled away from the hug to look at you. One of his hands stroke some hair behind your ear to then cup your cheek. "How was your day? And why's Amanda home, shouldn't she be at my parents?", "They came to visit earlier and I wanted her home, but she's going back tomorrow," you said as you adored his face. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was like nothing else, your whole body tingled. You felt the excitement again.

The dinner was nothing special. Brian kept complimenting the food, which warmed your heart. Throughout the whole dinner, you just kept adoring the little family you have and the excitement to reveal that one more was on the way kept getting stronger and you were growing impatient.

Amanda played with a rattle toy while you and Brian both cleaned up after the dinner, stealing hugs and kisses here and there.

When the kitchen was done cleaning you honestly felt exhausted, and Brian, being the wonderful husband he is, sensed that. He walked up to you and kissed your forehead as he hugged you. "You go sit down and relax and I'll take care of Manda" he said and kissed you again. "Thank you" you whispered.

Brian kissed you once more and walked excitedly towards Amanda, "Come here baby girl, it's time for jammies" he said as he picked her up and threw her up in the air, making her laugh once again. You felt at peace and happy as you saw them giggling, making their way down to the nursery.

It was getting quite late. You sat down on the sofa reading a book in front of the fireplace when you zoned out. You started to look around you and saw how beautiful your life had become. You were married to the one and only person you ever loved and together you had built this beautiful incredible life. And the excitement for the news Brian is left to find out is very much evident.

You couldn't focus on reading the book, you just sat there biting you lip slightly and listening to what was happening in the nursery. You heard Brian talk to Manda and her giggles. Until it all stopped.

Silent took over the house, the only thing you could hear was Mandas joller and the fire in the fireplace.

"Love?" Brian called for you. You didn't answer, you wanted to see his reaction without you interfering to early. "Y/N" he almost shouted. Silence took over again.

Apparently, he grabbed Amanda and the shirt he had discovered and worked to the living room. "What is this?" he said, trying to hide his excitement if it weren't true. "It's a new shirt I bought for Manda" you chuckled. He looked so confused. His eyes went from looking on Amanda, to the shirt, to you. "What?" he blurted out, confusion written all over him. You rose up from the sofa and approached him. He had put Amanda down on the floor as he inspected the shirt.

You walked towards him and when there was almost no space between you he looked up at you, studied your expression. You smiled and took the shirt out of his hands and folded it and put it on the table. You walked up to him again and smiled. He tilted his head a bit, once again showing his confusion. You took his hands and brought them up to kiss them and then placed them gently on your lower stomach to get the message through. He caught on immediately. His eyes widened and he let out a breath. "Ooh my lord" he breathed as he adjusted his hands slightly, his gaze fixated on your belly. You chuckled and once again felt tears forming in your eyes. "I'm pregnant, Brian" you said smiling as the tears ran down your cheeks. He looked up at you and a smile spread across his face, "Really?" he asked as he looked at you. "Yes, I took three tests and all of them was positive".

Brian moved his hands and embraced you in a loving, comforting hug. His head was placed in the curve of your neck, his hands wrapped around you, your hands on his back, feeling his warmth, feeling the soft curls against your cheek. What you discovered next melted your heart. You heard sniffles coming from Brian.

You broke the embrace and looked at him, your hands holding his cheeks, your thumbs brushing away the tears, as more tears streamed from your eyes. You both were crying out of happiness, and soon enough you were both laughing. Brian held your waist, "Oh boy I love you!" he said as he laughed and kissed you. "I love you more" you gently said, looking into his hazel eyes. "Thank you" he then said as a wave of more tears streamed down his rosy cheeks. He leaned his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. "I.. I don't even know what to say. I love you so much and there is no other I'd want to share my life with. You make me happy, you're keeping me on track, you are my universe. I love you so much and I am so grateful for you! You have given me the best gift of live already once, and now again. I... I'm speechless. I love you so much! And I am so excited" he laughed. "I am so excited. Im so excited for all that the future has to bring us. To see Amanda grow up, to see this little bean grow" he placed his hands on your stomach, "I love you, so much!" he started to cry again. This hit you hard. How did you end up with this fantastic man? If only you could show him how much you meant to him so he could really understand.

"Baby, I love you! So much! And I am so happy. I have more than I could ever have asked for. I have a wonderful husband, who's also my best friend. You cheer me up when I'm down, you comfort me when I'm sad, you laugh with me when I'm happy. I am so glad and grateful that I get to share my life with you too. I love you so much it hurts!" you said and kissed his swollen, red lips to then hug him tight.

You were so excited for what the future would bring. You would never want to do this with anyone else. This was perfect.

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I hope you liked this one! I surely do! If you guys want maybe I could build this story further, maybe to follow them throughout the pregnancy or something? Let me know what you think!

#brian may fluff #brian may x reader fluff #dad!brian may #80s #queen band #love #brian may #brian may fanfiction #brian may fic #brian may imagine #brian may smut #brian may x oc #brian may x reader

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earthchica · 3 years

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sweetheart ➝ part four

Chris Evans x Reader OFC! (Michaela Hayes)

Summary: in which Michaela unexpectedly falls for her friend, Chris despite being in a 'no strings attached' relationship with him.

Warning: ANGST ( argument 𐤟 confession 𐤟 cursing 𐤟 heartbroken 𐤟 a old fling )

Word Count: 1.5K

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PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

“Hey, Michaela!” I turn to see Brian approaching me and I can’t help but roll my eyes and try to force a smile.

Brian was a decent, sweet guy, been working with him for almost three years now but in the third year.

He’s become annoying, trying his hardest to impress me on the field or get my attention by doing the dumbest shit.

I’ve rejected him in the nicest way possible, even told him I wasn’t dating anyone at all and won't be for a while.

No one, not even me was gonna stop him from shooting his shot. I was thinking about changing my position.

“Hi, Brian” I replied, getting some documents from the table before walking towards my office.

He sidesteps into my path when I get to my door with a grin, “C’mon, Michaela. Don’t you have time to talk?”

I was about to say something but a familiar voice spoke. “Brian? You’re still acting like a little annoying creep after all these years”

I turned around and was surprised at who it was. Brian didn’t say anything, just moved out of my path and walked away.

“Oh my, Silas is that you?” I screamed excitedly, shuffled over towards me smoothly with his charming smile.

Silas Klein was my old partner, we worked together for five years until he got a job at one of the Precincts in New York City.

Silas and I became friends quickly, flirtatious friends to be exact. A year of being partners, we had a secret summer fling which didn't last long.

It was fun and I enjoyed myself with him besides Chris being first for putting it down, Silas was in second.

"The one and only, baby. Long time no see huh?" He says flirty, I couldn't help but feel my flirtation rising.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling away from the hug looking at him confused as hell.

“I’m just here visiting my folks and decided to see my old partner. How are you?” He asked, placing his hand on my lower back.

“I’m doing great, what about yourself,” I asked, motioning him to follow me into my office and take a seat on the couch.

“I’m good, still kicking ass and taking names.” He says with a shrug, making me giggle.

Still the same old badass, Silas.

“Hey, are you doing anything at the moment, I would love to take you out for lunch?” He asked curiously.

“Uh” I started, looking at my watch to see the time, luckily it was lunchtime and I had an hour break.

“Nope, it’s my lunch break now,” I said with a smile. Silas and I caught up on a lot of things with each other.

It was great seeing him again and it got me thinking maybe I could have some fun with him.

The best possible my feelings would go away.

Typically others would go to the club to hook up with a stranger or something but I couldn’t do that.

I made eye contact with the person I was looking for, Silas walked over towards me with this sexy, sensational smirk on his face.

Silas rested his hands on my waist and his lips came closer to my ears, and I could feel the warmth of his breath trailing on me.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked, taking my hand while his eyes lunged up and down my body.

"Sure" I answered, totally expected the night would end with us having sex together...which I may or may not regret later on.

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I woke up in an unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar bed, questioning why I was naked and then I saw who was in bed next to me.

My heart began doing backflips around my chest, I got out of the bed and gathered my clothes from the floor.

"Are you leaving me already?" Silas asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. I was startled for a second but quickly relaxed.

"Uh, yeah! Gotta do some stuff in the afternoon," I lied, turning my body towards him, looking up at his hazel green eyes.

"It's cool, love," He says, tickling me which made me giggle and playfully hit his hand away from my sides.

"Call me if you want to do this okay?" Silas says with a smile, kissing my cheek softly before going to my lips.

I, of course, did call him to do this again. We've been doing it for a week now, it started feeling good and fun but...

Slowly, I felt what I was doing was wrong, I don't know why maybe it was because I've been avoiding and lying to Chris.

CHRIS'S POV

"Thanks for helping me with this proposal Chris, I just have so many feelings for Amira that I want to express" Anthony explained.

"I know what you mean!" I said with a sigh, finishing the text I was about to send to my mom.

"Wait, you're in love with Amira too?" He asked in an aggressive tone. I shook my head with a slight laugh.

"No, you know who I'm in love with," I said, taking a sip of my beer, and an expression of relief came upon his face.

"Oh, damn right..my bad...why don't you just tell Michaela how you feel?" He asked with a grin.

"No! It doesn't matter if I did, nothing's gonna happen," I said with a shrug, looking down at my now empty beer.

"How are you so sure?" Anthony asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest curiously.

"I don't know, I think she just sees me as her best friend, and lately she's been avoiding me..so" I explained.

"It might be that she realizes she has feelings for you and doesn't know how to deal with them." He suggested.

"No, I highly doubt that's it," I said, getting up and throwing the bottle in the trash can.

"Look, Chris. Life is too short to keep things festering inside yourself, you should tell her before it's too late"

Maybe he was right. I have been keeping this in for a long time, I don't think I can hold it anymore.

"You're right Anthony...I'm gonna tell her... right now" I said with a smile of full-blown confidence.

"Good! Now go, man," He says, and I nodded, grabbing my jacket and leaving his apartment.

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I was trying to calm my nerves, walking up the stairs to the third floor but stopped mid-way when I heard her sweet voice.

Her door was wide open and she was wearing a robe while chatting to a tall, long-haired man with a tattoo on his left arm.

"Damn, Michaela baby. You know how to rock a man's world," He said with a grin and she giggled.

I couldn't believe she's been avoiding me to fuck another guy. I continued up the stairs shortly after they finished talking.

I locked eyes with him while passing him, he gave me a nod and the look in his eyes told me everything.

It was the same satisfied look I had whenever I left her apartment. I was never one to get jealous but I could feel it in the pit of my stomach.

I have every right to be mad, right?

I mean...for the past week, she's been lying to me and it hurts, it hurts like hell that she was seeing another guy.

I knocked on her door repeatedly until she opened the door with a look of irritation.

"Who the fuck-Chris, hey?" Michaela says, gives me a sweet smile that just makes my breaking heart flutter.

"Hey...can I come in...I think we need to talk," I said and she nodded, moving out of the way to let me in.

"What do you want to talk about?" She asked, closing the door, and turning her body towards me.

"Are you sleeping with someone else?" I asked, motioning to the door and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"What? No," Michaela says, fiddling with her hands. I was trying to keep it together but...

"There's no reason to lie, Michaela. Are you?" I asked with my eyebrows scrunched intensely.

"Maybe I am, I don't have to tell you anything, Chris. I'm not yours, did you forget the rules?" She asked, raising her voice.

"You know what fuck the rules, I don't think we shouldn't do this anymore," I said, placing my hand on my hips.

"Why because I slept with someone else that wasn't you?" She asks, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"No, it's because I'm in love with you and I'm starting to realize that this "no strings attached" was a mistake," I confessed.

"Chris, I-I don't see you in that way...I'm sorry" She says, not even looking me in the eyes.

I looked down to the floor and walked out, feeling the physical pain in my chest getting stronger with every step.

It hurt like hell but kept walking until I got inside of my apartment and found the first bottle of alcohol.

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May I ask 142/143 with Nick Jackson

Of course! So sorry for the wait! I really liked the idea of like...arrogant heel Nick being suddenly super shy around the person he likes. It really got the muse going! I hope you enjoy. <3

Pairing: Nick Jackson x OFC Rating: G. Prompt(s): “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” “Ew, your hand is so sweaty.” Warnings/Content: None! Just fluff! Word Count: 929

(I don't own gif; credit to cowboyshit!)

“Look at this prick.”

“Ha. Which one?”

“The mullet-having prick.”

Matt huffed and looked up from his shoes to his brother’s face. Nick’s arms were folded tight across his chest and that soul-searing stare was fixated across the room. The older brother followed the trajectory of Nick’s ire then nodded in understanding. His hands went to his hips as he stood up. There she was and unfortunately, there was Brian Pillman Jr. Talking to her with one arm against the wall and a friendly smile. Nick could hear her laugh, the polite one he knew she made when she wanted to disengage from a conversation but was too nice to say so, and he couldn’t help the way his frown deepened. Matt lightly shoved him.

“Come on, man, are you just never going to say anything? This is like the third dude this month that you’ve almost burned a freaking hole through. You’re way better than him and you--I’m not going to say it--But just, come on, you know.”

Nick muttered something under his breath that Matt couldn’t quite catch and rubbed at his beard. Matt found the whole thing ridiculous. They were friends with her and had been for years. And even still, Nick hadn’t so much as said a word about his feelings. They had kept it purely platonic and Matt had long suffered Nick’s lamentations. The high flyer was rarely ever nervous, the image of cool and cocky calm, but something about her...It was different. Always had been.

So deeply entrenched in his thoughts and how he might ruin the other man’s day, Nick didn’t notice that she had pulled away from the conversation with Brian and had made her way over to him. He hadn’t even heard Matt greet her. He didn’t see her until she stood in front of him with a conspiratorial grin. Her palm slid against his and he froze. Matt’s eyebrows shot up and then only the younger brother was the only one not grinning in some way.

“Hey, Nick,” she called to him and that angry, dead stare he wore softened. Her fingers intertwined with his. Her other hand rubbed up and down his forearm. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous?”

Nothing else needed to be said for him to grip her hand in his. She turned back to Brian and waved at him, thanked him for the advice in the ring but that she was in good hands. As expected, Brian’s friendly face fell and he threw his arms up by his sides. Griff Garrison clapped him on his back and the two collectively shook their heads as they walked away. She looked back at him with a smile of relief and he thought that would be that. He wouldn’t think about how he wanted to hold her hand for as long as she would let him.

He didn’t have to.

She didn’t let go of his hand as the three walked around backstage and chatted up Kenny and Don. She didn’t let go of his hand as they picked up catering and took it back to the EVPs room. Nick’s face was calm but inside, his heart was going through the longest Iron Man match of his life. She made a show of inspecting her hand before she wiped it off on her shirt. His face flushed and he immediately furrowed his brow to cover for it. His salad suddenly became the most interesting bowl of green in the world and he stabbed at it.

“Ew, your hand is so sweaty.”

In spite of her words, there was no hint of disgust in her voice or in her face. He had peered up to look at her and he shook his head.

“I...Had just got done working out,” he quickly said as he shoveled salad into his mouth and frowned. He looked away and swallowed. A moonsault to the outside felt safer than sitting across from her. “That’s why they were sweaty.”

He looked away again and affection flooded her face. She gently cleared her throat and tapped the table to get his attention.

“I liked it, y’know.”

“My sweaty hand? The sweaty hand you said ew at?”

Nick’s deadpan caused her to snort and she covered her mouth with her hand to hide it. It was painfully endearing and Nick scrunched his nose to hide his smile.

“Holding your sweaty hand,” she said with a roll of her eyes as she reached across the table to curl her fingers around his hand. He eyed her precariously and his heart stopped up his throat. She nodded at him, her voice quiet and secret and soft for him. “Really.”

Nick gripped her fingers with his own. Slowly, that cocky grin of his appeared and she tilted her head with amusement.

“Right, I totally knew that.”

Before he could continue, Matt sauntered in and popped open the fridge.

“He totally didn’t,” he said with a wave as he grabbed water. “But hey, maybe this--” He paused to gesture at their entwined hands. “--Will get him out of Sweat City. He’s practically the mayor of that place when you’re around.”

Matt grinned and clapped Nick on his back, then shot her a wink. With a squeak of new shoes, he was gone and they were left alone. Nick’s face burned and he couldn’t quite meet her eyes. But then her hand squeezed his to get him to look at her.

“Mayor of Sweat City, huh? Do you do tours?”

His nervousness cracked and with his hand in hers, he laughed.

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