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herewegoagainniall · 5 years

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I’ll Love Her Still: Part 8 (Brian May x Female!Reader)

HOLY. SHIT.

I am so sorry this took me so long (whoever said senior year of college was easy was talking straight out of their ass), but here it IS! There’s a lot going on in this chapter, so I hope you guys like it!!

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TRIGGERS: Lily makes a comment about Brian’s fingers because let’s face it you would too.

You sat on the amplifier, swinging your legs slightly as you watched Brian tune his guitar. This was one of the bigger shows of the tour, and you knew that he was nervous, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

When Brian had tuned the Red Special to his satisfaction, he brought his eyes to yours and smiled at you. “What are you looking at?”

“You,” you smiled when Brian blushed. Even after months, he just couldn’t hide his bashfulness when you complimented him.

Brian strummed the Red Special a couple of times, and then looked up at you. “Lily… do you think you could help me with something?”

“Sure,” you pushed yourself off of the amp so you were standing up. “What do you need?”

“Just listen to this and tell me what you think?” Brian moved his hands up the fretboard and strummed a chord. “Now I’m here, now I’m there,” he sang, “Just a new man, ‘cause you made me live again,” before launching into one of his incredible riffs. He stopped playing after the riff and looked up at you. “It’s still a little rough, bu-”

“It’s great, Brian,” you reassured him. “Really, it is. I love the riff!”

Brian shrugged. “It’s nothing, really.”

You walked up to him and stood on your tiptoes so you could whisper in his ear. “You’re good with your fingers, what can I say?”

Brian bit his lip and shook his head. “You’re incorrigible, woman.”

“And you’re beautiful,” you smiled back at him. “So what am I supposed to do?”

Brian dipped his head and kissed your lips. “I’ll tell you what you can do, Peaches,” he smirked. “You can watch me while I play for you.”

You giggled and nuzzled his cheek, pecking it. “You can’t JUST play for me, what about all those people in the audience who paid money to see you?”

“They’ll get what they want,” he grinned, his lips pressing against your temple. “But every move I make, every note I play, every smile I give? Is all,” he paused to peck your lips, “yours.”

You hummed happily as Brian tried to deepen the kiss, but you pushed him away. “Nobody’s going to get what they want unless you go join the others right now!” you laughed as you looked over your shoulder at Freddie, hands on his hips and foot tapping impatiently.

Brian rolled his eyes and gave your lips one final, tender kiss before he ran over to the other boys to do their little pre-show rituals. You smiled after him and returned to your previous position on the amplifier as the boys ran onto the stage. You’d seen the show enough times to know when you wanted to be at the side of the stage and when you could take a breather.

The night had been proceeding as normal, and Queen were a few songs into their set, when you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. “Mind if I join you?” a timid voice inquired.

You turned to see a young girl (she couldn’t have been older than nineteen) dressed in similar clothing to you. She wasn’t a full-fledged groupie- you could always tell the wannabes from the real thing. But she seemed sweet enough, so you smiled. “Sure,” you patted the space next to you.

The girl smiled and said, “Oh, thank you!” She pushed herself up next to you. “I’m Harmony,” she smiled as she held her hand out to you.

“Good song,” you smiled knowingly as you took her hand and shook it. “I’m Lily.”

Harmony smiled wide. “I was hoping someone would pick up on it! Not a lot of the girls use fake names anymore.”

You shook your head. “God, how old am I getting?” you chuckled, making Harmony laugh. “So, Harmony, do you mind if I ask who you’re here for?” you made conversation, already fairly certain you knew the answer. Roger had a bevy of girls waiting for him in every city.

“John,” she blushed.

Well THAT was new. “Really?” you said, pleasantly surprised.

Harmony nodded. “He’s so gorgeous,” she admitted dreamily. “He’s not as out there as Freddie but when he plays… it’s incredible.”

Your heart swelled up with warmth. John had been so depressed after his girlfriend had broken up with him, and he was finally starting to come back around to feeling like his old self again. Maybe Harmony would be good for him. “You know, I could introduce him to you if you wanted.”

Harmony’s mouth fell open in shock. “C-can you do that??”

At the risk of seeming smug, you stressed, “We’re not best friends or anything like that. I’m just along for the ride. But I know him well enough to know that you’re just his type.”

“But… you’re on tour with them??”

You nodded, feeling a smile spread across your face. “I am! I’m from Y/C, and when they played there, I hit it off with Brian really well. He’s the whole reason I’m here, pretty much.”

“You get to be with him and him alone?” Harmony shook her head in amazement. “And he wants it that way?”

“Yep,” you nodded, grinning. “He was the one who suggested me coming out on tour in the first place. We’ve been inseparable ever since.”

“Wow,” Harmony’s eyes gleamed in amazement. “I envy you.”

You held out your hand to Harmony and said, “Come on. This is the best part of the show right here.” The two of you got off of the amplifier and made your way over to the wings. You had made sure to be on Brian’s side of the stage for this song- he always looked so gorgeous during it.

“Now,” Freddie said to the audience, “We’re going to slow things down a bit for you beautiful people. This is a song written by Mr. Brian May.” He paused for the applause (you personally thought that you clapped and cheered the loudest) before continuing, “It’s called ‘White Queen’.”

You felt a smile spread across your face as the opening notes of one of your favorite Queen songs rang out to an enthusiastic crowd. Brian’s head was bowed over his guitar- always completely into the music. His fingers moved gently across the strings, playing the arpeggios that led into the first verse perfectly, and you swore you’d never seen anything more beautiful in your entire life (you found yourself saying that over and over when it came to Brian).

This song entranced you- it always had. Brian’s personal poetry really blossomed with this one, and you never failed to tell him so (in fact, it hadn’t been on the setlist in ages, but when Brian figured out how much you loved it, he insisted on playing it every night). It was melancholy, melodic, imaginative, and just so quintessentially Brian.

“Beautiful,” Harmony sighed, and you followed her eyes to where they rested on John. You grinned. Completely enamored, just like you’d been when you started.

If you hadn’t been watching Harmony’s laser focus on John (and John’s eyes eventually landing on Harmony and staying there), you would have seen Brian’s eyes on you. He had felt some profound shift in his soul over the past couple of days when it came to you. He’d adored you from the minute he first saw you, of course, but…now, after being on the road with you for such a long time, it went deeper. Brian had first noticed the shift when it came to this song- he’d written it when he was a stupid kid, for some girl in some class that he barely remembered. But since they’d put this song back in the setlist, it was like it had always been meant for you. Lily. Stars of lovingness in your hair, smiling eyes… you could not see…

Before anyone could realize it, the set was over, and the band was backstage and back to their normal selves: Freddie was whirling around scoffing about how he’d sounded like shit, Roger was enjoying the company of far too many young women, and John sat in the corner nursing a vodka tonic. You held back slightly with Harmony, knowing Brian was going to be busy rubbing ice on his fingers (you didn’t ask) for the next few minutes, giving you plenty of opportunity to play matchmaker. “Now,” you said, turning to face your young friend, “are you ready to meet Deacy?”

“I-I think so,” Harmony stammered. “W-will you do the talking?”

“In the beginning, of course,” you smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “But remember, we’re trying to get him to notice YOU, not me! So just be yourself and remember how amazing you are.”

Harmony blushed slightly as she revealed, “I haven’t, um… I haven’t been with a lot of musicians. I’ve been with roadies and stage door people, but when it comes t-”

“Harmony,” you smiled. “It doesn’t matter whether you’ve been with two musicians or twenty-eight. What matters is this one here.”

Harmony nodded and exhaled. “Okay,” she nodded. “I can do this.”

You returned her nod and replied, “Yes you can. Come on.” Quick as a wink, you led her over to where John was sitting, smiling to yourself when you felt her grip on your arm tighten.

“Deacy,” you said, causing him to look up from his vodka. “This is my friend, Harmony. Harmony, this is-”

“John Deacon,” John cut you off and gave a small smile as he extended his hand for Harmony to take. She did, and flashed a coy grin at him before she said, “You were amazing up there. I’ve wanted to see Queen for so long.”

“Hope we didn’t disappoint,” John replied, becoming more entranced every second.

“Trust me,” Harmony smiled a smile that she hoped hid how nervous she was, “you didn’t.” The looks that the two of them were sharing made Harmony nearly transform before your very eyes- from girl to woman, from wannabe to groupie, however you’d want to call it. She almost seemed to carry herself straighter and hold her head higher as she and John exchanged a bit more banter before he excused himself to get her a drink.

You decided that your matchmaking was done for the evening, and left Harmony to work her magic on John. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Brian enter the room, marking his eyes as they searched for you. When they found you, he flashed you a cloud-nine grin that you returned all too gladly as you dashed over to him and launched yourself into his arms.

His arms wrapped tight around you, head on your shoulder and lips pressing a chaste kiss to the base of your neck. “Hi,” you exhaled to each other, deciding to swap oxygen with words before your lips pressed together again softly.

“Was it good?” Brian asked, a slight smirk spreading across his face.

“Do you even need me to tell you?”

“Well, just once would be nice, wouldn’t it, love?”

You laughed one of those laughs that Brian thought sounded better than any melody he could ever write, and swayed him back and forth. “Oh, Mr. May, you were just wonderful,” you sighed, only slightly teasing. You leaned your head on his chest and sighed. “Can’t believe you actually have a break after this.”

“I know,” Brian replied. “Then we’re onto California.”

You nodded slightly. In your head, California was where this crazy adventure ended for you. Sure, you and Brian were having an amazing time together, but California was California. A whole different ballgame. Out there, everything was better for the rock stars- better venues, better hotels, better booze, better drugs… and better groupies. You didn’t want to talk down to yourself, but there was no way you could measure up to the California girls that had been immortalized in the minds of everyone in your scene. And besides, you wanted Brian to feel free to see all that California (LA in particular) had to offer. You were both young and free- there wasn’t any reason that had to change.

“Lily?” Brian snapped you out of your thoughts. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” you furrowed your brows. “Did I look not alright?”

Brian shrugged. “You just looked a little… lost, that’s all.”

You sighed slightly. He could always see right through you. “Just sad that I’m not going to get to see California. I’ve always wanted to.”

“What do you mean?” Brian looked at you, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “I thought you were coming to LA with us.”

You paused for a moment. He didn’t… he did not… “A-are you serious?” you stammered out. “You want me to come to LA?”

“Of course I do,” Brian scoffed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I think you’d like it- sunshine, beaches. Plus, there are supposed to be a bunch of other people who are on tour there around the same time, so we can see concerts and all that on our off days.” He paused and you watched apprehension build in his face. “Why did you think that you weren’t coming?”

Words escaped you then. “I… I just didn’t know whether I…” you tried to verbalize your thoughts, but you found yourself coming up empty. The more you thought about it, the less your reasoning made sense. Brian certainly didn’t want you to leave the tour, and neither did Freddie, Roger or Deacy.

Brian filled the silence that you were creating with, “Don’t worry about it, darling.” His lips pressed to your temple and whispered, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

That night, after the party, while Brian was chasing his high after he’d helped you reach yours, you made a decision. It was a decision you thought that you’d never even consider making years ago. You had promised yourself that you would forget your old life as much as possible. But as Brian rolled off of you that night after pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and whispering about “how good you were for me, Peaches,”… you just couldn’t lie to him anymore. The room was silent for a moment as you bit your lip and stared at the ceiling. Just tell him, you wimp. What’s the worst that can happen? “Can you… can you not call me Peaches?”

“I thought you liked it,” Brian looked at you worriedly.

“I do! I do like it,” you reassured him, “but… I have something else I want you to call me.”

“What?”

It barely escaped your mouth.

“Y/N.”

#AYYYYYY WE GOT A FUCKIN CLIFF! HANGER!#i wanted to make this chapter the turning point for where the story gets a bit more srs #did i succeed? idk #let me know what you think!!!#classic rock #classic rock fic #queen #queen fic #brian may #brian may fic #my writing #i'll love her still

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insfiringyou · 5 years

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Bts - Suga’s first girlfriend cheats on him

Contains: Smut. Angst. Fingering. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Shower sex. Warnings for drug use.

This documents how Suga meets his first serious girlfriend since his debut in BTS and how their 6 month relationship plays out.

This can be enjoyed on its own, but we imagine this as part of our ongoing storyline in our headcanon universe. This takes place several years before Yoongi meets Jeong-sun and the girl here is the “White” girl mentioned by Jeong-sun in our “BTS reacts to you being jealous and insecure about other girls around them” scenario.

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here:

RM / Jin / Suga / J-Hope / Jimin / V / Jungkook & Our full masterlist can be found here

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PART ONE

If she had worked in a busier part of Seoul, her long, blonde hair and Caucasian features would have undoubtedly gotten her more attention from men in the local area. As it happened, the record shop she worked in was almost always deserted save for a few regular buyers who wondered down the narrow aisles leisurely, flicking through the vinyls, CDs and music equipment to the soundtrack of Warpaint or Amanda Palmer. She had eyed Yoongi from her place behind the counter indifferently during his first few visits, looking up from her current copy of NME magazine occasionally to watch him as he browsed the hip hop records and tried on the headphones on display. She vaguely recognised him from the television; her niece was obsessed with Idol groups and she was sure he had debuted recently.

His freshly dyed red hair, a few weeks after his first visit, confirmed her suspicions and she typed the bar code of the bass boosting device he was buying with an air of condescension into the desktop computer which served as a till. The store was independently run by her landlord and they hadn’t yet updated to a scanning system.

“Have you finished paying off the managers for your training yet?” She asked, slipping the device into a carrier bag and refusing to meet his gaze. Her voice was soft rather than scornful, but the meaning was clear nonetheless. She didn’t believe that Idol groups could be classed as real music and she made a point not to sell any K-Pop records in the store.

Half-expecting the man on the other side of the desk to grab the bag off her and storm out of the store, she was surprised when his eyes flicked up from the table to her face. She caught the change from the corner of her eye and met his gaze briefly before he dropped it to the name badge on her camouflage patterned t-shirt. The manager insisted on her wearing it, even though besides him and the occasional Saturday temp, she was the only person who worked in the store.

“Is that your surname?” Yoongi asked in a tone which she could not quite deduce. She frowned, looking down at her chest automatically; the blue enamel square rested just above the scant swell of her right breast, wondering whether he was genuinely curious or wanted to file a complaint. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

“First name.” She said after a moment, sensing it was the former.

“What’s your last name?”

“Park.” She anticipated the small smile which crept onto the man’s lips. Being the only white girl at school had certainly prepared her for being questioned a lot later in life. She had never been bullied per se, but the other children were always asking her about her hair or eyes; whether she dyed it or wore contact lenses. She eyed the younger male, unimpressed.

“Kim Park. Doesn’t that get confusing?” He said softly.

“I’m sorry…” She began sarcastically, before had really thought through her answer. “I can’t go back to 1991 and ask my mom to change my name to something more Korean.”

There was a pause as he met her gaze; chocolate coloured eyes against a fierce sea blue. “Or less Korean.” He quipped. A blush spread over her slightly freckled cheeks and he found himself reassuring her. “It’s a nice name. I’m Yoongi.” He finished as he slipped his fingers through the black carrier and headed out of the store. She watched him go, unsure on how to feel about what just happened but frustratingly aware of her increased heart rate as he closed the door behind him.

She was surprised to see him later that week, silently browsing the international rap section at the back of the store. It was a Saturday and she had to serve three customers before she had a chance to speak to him. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to, after all, they appeared to have nothing in common whatsoever, but she found herself wanting to get some kind of reaction from him. Reaching under the counter desk, she pulled out a CD case before strolling over to him casually. He seemed lost in his own world but the heady, resinous scent of her Dragon’s Blood perfume oil caught his attention.

“Here.” She stood behind him and extended her arm to show him the cover. “We ordered loads of these, they’re cluttering up our stock room.” He turned around, glancing briefly at her before eyeing the Kanye West CD in her hand. “I think the album’s shit…but you’ll probably like it.” She pushed it into his hand.

“I already have it.” He said, drily, his eyes fixed on the cover.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course you do.” She turned away, hoping to express an air of indifference as she walked back to the counter, leaving him with the album. He turned back to the rack of albums and slotted the CD into the correct compartment, shaking his head with a small smile.

It pissed her off like there was no tomorrow, but she found herself anticipating his visits. She typically had Sundays and Mondays off work as her manager covered the shifts but she found herself coming downstairs from her small apartment above the store at sporadic periods throughout the day, ignoring the flirty glances of her older co-worker to glance around the space, seeking him out. As though in an effort to get him off her mind, one Saturday evening, in a drunken haze she decided to shave the underside of her hair on the right hand side, leaning over the old, chipped bathtub in her apartment as she did so blindly. In the morning, once the hangover had worn off and she had taken the courage to look in the bathroom mirror, she found herself questioning her life choices as well as swearing to lay off the booze.

Yoongi, on his next visit the following Tuesday, didn’t disappoint in his quip. “Did you slip?” He asked, eyeing her hair from the other side of the counter with a straight face.

She scowled. “It was on purpose.” She looked over at his slightly curly cherry red locks. “What’s your excuse?” She raised an eyebrow apathetically.

He shrugged and flashed her a brief, gummy grin. She couldn’t help but notice how her chest fluttered a little at the sight. “Couldn’t find my beanie.” He said as an explanation. There was a pause between them before he spoke again. “Are you doing anything tonight?” It came off casual and she didn’t allow herself to read anything more into it.

She nodded, tugging subconsciously at the hem of her green cropped top. “I have a DJ gig tonight.”

“Anywhere I know?” He asked.

“Probably not.” Glancing at him nonchalantly, she handed him one of the A6 sized flyers from the edge of the counter. He took it silently, looking at the address on the bottom of the colourful design. “Do you know Kraftwork?”

He shrugged before tucking the leaflet into the pocket of his parka. As he turned to leave, she called after him, a little frantically. “Aren’t you going to buy anything?”

She tried to keep her expression neutral as he took a step back towards the desk and picked up a pin badge at random from the little rotating rack which perched on the edge. He handed it over to her without looking and she typed the bar code into the computer, making a mistake twice and having to start over. He waited patiently for her to finish before he handed over the correct change and pocketed the item.

She didn’t expect to see him that evening, but as she finished the end of her first set, she spotted him weaving his way through the crowd, clutching a bottled beer. He glanced at her, briefly meeting her gaze from behind the DJ decks, before heading to the edge of the room and perching his drink on the wooden ledge which jutted out of a whitewashed pillar. The club was small and by no means full, but Yoongi seemed out of place nonetheless. He was the only male not sporting visible tattoos for a start and his hair was shorter than the majority of the room. Her stomach flipped as her eyes followed him; unable to help her mouth from parting at the shock of seeing him there. He didn’t like her as much as she didn’t like him; at least she had never given him a reason to like her, yet here he was.

She tried to avoid looking at him as she ran through the playlist, some items selected by her and others part of a pre-arranged setlist. She practically cringed, twenty minutes later, when the opening lines of Kanye West’s Stronger began to blare through the room. Her eyes darted to the male in the corner for the first time in a while and she noted him looking down at the floor, a smug smile playing on his lips. She wrapped up the set ten minutes later to a room of polite applause. She had noticed several of the men in attendance eyeing the smooth flesh below her pleated skirt as she stepped off the platform and made a point to tug it down a little before walking over to Yoongi, allowing the club’s regular DJ to take over.

He took a sip of beer as she joined him. “Was that for me?” He asked, a sly smile playing on his lips. She reached over and slipped the glass bottle from his hand before pressing it to her lips and taking a gulp. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She rolled her eyes haughtily as she drank again. “It was on the setlist.”

He grinned warmly and nodded towards the bottle in her hand. “Do you want a drink of your own?”

She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the offer. “Yeah.” She noticed her stomach churn pleasantly and thought for a moment. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“Why?”

She shrugged but took a quick glance around the room, as though to demonstrate her next point. “It doesn’t seem like your scene.” She handed him back the bottle, now three quarters empty.

He seemed to shrug without really moving his body at all, it was something in his expression and movement. He turned towards the small bar at the back of the room. “What are you having?”

“Martini.”

He pulled a face and she regarded him with a mock sense of sternness “Is there something wrong with that?”

He shook his head as they headed towards the bar together. “No.”

They drank their drinks and parted casually after he explained he had to be up early the following morning. She didn’t need to ask why, even she had noticed his group gaining some heat in the past few weeks. The thought should have made her roll her eyes, but instead, as he left the club she found herself giddy at the prospect of seeing him again. It could have been the alcohol; since her incident with the haircut she hadn’t touched a drop until that evening, but the following week, as she subconsciously waited for him to visit the store, the feelings remained.

It was seven days before he turned up, five minutes before closing hours. The space had been deserted for the past twenty minutes and the tingle of the bell over the door made her jump a little from her space behind the desk. Her lips were puckered around the plastic mouthpiece of her electronic cigarette and she exhaled the flavoured vapour as he closed the door behind him and took a step into the room.

“I think there’s a law against that.” He nodded casually towards the black device in her hands but his posture seemed smaller than usual; less sure of himself. She felt the same as she put it down on the desk and walked around the counter.

“The manager doesn’t mind.” She walked straight past him, ignoring as his eyes trailed long her purple tartan skater dress to her bare legs; her red Converse pattering along the linoleum. “So long as there are no customers around.” She turned the hand-drawn sign in the door window over from OPEN to CLOSED before locking the door.

“Am I not a customer?” He asked, his eyes following her carefully as she pulled down the blinds and turned to him.

She shook her head slowly. “Not at the moment.” She walked over to him and took his hand silently in hers, leading him towards the open door behind the counter.

“Do you own the apartment?” He asked as he followed her up a narrow, squeaky set of stairs. She was deliberately slow; her short dress skimming along her creamy upper thighs.

“No, just renting from the manager. He’s also my landlord.” She explained as they reached the top. The apartment door was unlocked and opened on a cramped living space. Her double bed stood against one painted wall; a small kitchenette along the other. An open door on the other side of the room suggested it led to a small bathroom and there was a closet beside it. Closing the apartment door behind them, not bothering to lock it now the store was closed, she walked over to the bed. Yoongi found the source of the room’s scent, a heady mixture of incense and marijuana, almost immediately. Her beside table, beside her surprisingly neatly made bed, sported both a ceramic tray for burning joss sticks and a lime green bong which he eyed indifferently.

His gaze quickly returned to Kim as she slid the tartan dress from her long, slender body, pulling her arms out of the long sleeves. She was braless, and her pale pink nipples stood hard against the small mounds of her breasts as she dropped the garment on the floor, leaving her nude save a black thong. Yoongi’s eyes roamed over her body; her frame was leaner than the women he had been with before; the suggestion of muscles visible beneath her skin, no more obvious than on her stomach. He lingered on her small, perky breasts and the silver bar which adorned her left nipple. It suited her and made him feel a little breathless as she walked over to him, closing the gap between them, her expression unreadable.

“Why?” He enquired softly, meeting her eyes steadily.

She shook her head slightly, clearly frustrated with herself. “Just kiss me…” She pleaded. He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward to capture her lips. He kissed firmly at first, deliberately forceful against her for the first few seconds, their mutual desire obvious as he moved his hands to her waist to hold her steady. It was apparent to them both that they had a lot of tension to get out of their system; weeks of teasing and pestering each other coming to a head. She moaned into his slightly open mouth as their lips slowed, their kiss softening as they savoured and appreciated each other, their lips seeming to melt together. Later that evening, as Yoongi contemplated whether she had just wanted a quick fuck after all, the kiss would come back to mind and he knew that, despite herself, it had meant more to her than she let on.

The sound of her unbuckling the metal clasp on his belt rang out through the room and she palmed his bulge firmly, rubbing him through his jeans. Pleased to find him already hard, she pulled away from his lips to drop to her knees, tugging his boxers down with both hands before taking his cock into her mouth. He moaned softly, closing his eyes momentarily as she guided her lips down his length. Opening them again, he made a point to watch as she gazed up at him; her eyes never leaving his as she sucked in her cheeks and worked him with her mouth. His heart fluttered at the sight; if someone had asked him an hour before what she thought of him, a part of him suspected, despite the tension, that she disliked him. And, all things considered, she thought the same about him.

He found himself running his palm along the short section of her hair she thought he hated so much; his thumb brushing the short, fluffy strands tenderly as she sucked him; her pace steady and moderate. Something about this affected her and she clutched him closer, taking as much in as she could, her lips pressing against his skin as she moaned around him; enjoying his taste and the feel of his soft, warm flesh. His breathing was a little heavier than usual but otherwise steady, he controlled himself well and, when she finally pulled away and stood up, him helping her to her feet, she commented on this.

“You’re pretty quiet.” She murmured, wiping her lips with her fingertips gently.

He frowned, other hand still holding hers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice.” He hesitated, reading her expression. “You feel good.” He reassured her, meaning it as he said it. She nodded, satisfied, and kissed him. Moving his hands to her rib cage, he palmed the skin, just below her breasts.

“I like your piercing.” He murmured against her lips and felt her smile. She moved her hands over his and brought them up to the petite swell of her chest. Cupping the flesh from underneath, he ran his palms slowly over her nipples, being gentle with both but enjoying the cold sensation of the metal bar against his right hand especially.

Her mouth opened in an almost-silent gasp of pleasure. “I’ll show you the other one if you like.” She whispered. It wasn’t really a question and he raised his eyebrow as she pulled away and led him to the double bed. He laid back on the brightly patterned covers without resistance as she straddled his hips; her damp panties resting against his lower stomach as she leaned down and kissed him; her mouth wet under the canopy her blonde hair created. His hands roamed over her body as his tongue met hers, their breaths warm against each other as they kissed passionately.

She tugged up his shirt to reveal his bellybutton before sliding down off the bed, breaking away from him to pull down his jeans and boxers, throwing the later to the floor while she searched through the pockets of his denim. Yoongi watched her curiously, a little amused as she removed his plain leather wallet from one pocket and searched through it coolly. She smirked as she successfully found the single square packet of a condom in one of the compartment and dropped the wallet to the floor. Yoongi laid back onto the bed as she crawled back onto him, allowing her to slide the latex down his cock.

She removed her string panties quickly and sat on him, sinking her bare pussy down onto his length with a mutual gasp as he filled her completely. Reaching forward, curious, he brushed his fingers gently against the front of her wet slit and searched for the piercing she had mentioned. She smiled and spread herself open for him, angling her torso and hips back to give him a better view of the little silver bar on the pink hood above her clit. He circled it gently with his index finger as she began to ride him, her hips bouncing up and down energetically against his pelvis, fucking him ferociously. He grasped her hips with both hands as she increased her speed, first leaning back and snapping her neck back before moving forwards to press her palms flat against his covered chest; his plain t-shirt still on. She moaned loudly; her exclamations filling the small space; a direct contrast to the low, breathy grunts he exhaled each time he felt her, warm and tight and wet, envelop him. It didn’t take long for her to cum as she set her own, vigorous pace, as though milking herself of her own emotions.

Her orgasm was frantic and loud; she practically screamed as her hips slowed against him; her blonde hair hanging limply against her breasts. Needing to follow her quickly, he snapped his hips up to meet hers as she held herself still, resting on her knees as he pushed in and out of her. She whined again in pleasure when he came; his hands were momentarily hard against her hips, fingers digging into her sides as he let out an audible sob, moaning as he reached his high. She watched his expression carefully as he came, savouring the way his doll-like mouth dropped open and his eyes scrunched shut.

Rolling off him, she nestled herself against the headboard, legs slightly parted as she pulled her knees up to her chest as he removed the condom and dropped it easily into the bedside bin. They were silent for a few moments as their breathing slowed, before she spoke up.

“Can you pass me that?” She gestured over to the bedside table on Yoongi’s side. He hesitated for a moment before reaching for her lime green bong, picking up the stoner-purple lighter beside it automatically and handing them both to her. He gazed up at her, a little awkwardly, from his angle against the pillow.

“Was it that bad?” He asked, a little drily as he shifted to see her better, moving his body up the bed so they were seated side by side.

She raised her eyebrows at him, smirking as she lit the compacted ball in the narrow pipe, heating it with the lighter. “I always get high when I fuck.” She shrugged her shoulders easily and took a drag from the larger tube, exhaling a ring of smoke into the air. “Do you?”

He paused for a moment before shaking his head silently. He watched her searchingly as she took a couple of more hits; the potent scent filling the room, before changing the topic.

“Did you get it out of your system?” His voice was calm and curious.

She paused, her mouth pressed against the plastic tube. “The sex?” She asked.

He nodded, allowing himself to properly wonder for the first time that evening whether her feelings for him were as two-dimensional as he first thought.

Hesitating, she thought for a moment. “It was good.” She explained, simply, taking another hit.

He paused, thinking. “Could I make it better?” He looked at her and she met his gaze.

“I don’t know.” She inhaled from the tube. “Could you?” She asked straightforwardly. He looked at her for another moment, their eyes connecting, before he tapped her bare thigh gently, encouraging her to move over. She exhaled slowly with a grin, her head drifting back against the headboard dreamily as he moved between her thighs. She parted them submissively as he nestled himself onto the sheets and spread her outer lips with his fore and middle finger to view her flushed pussy.

“When did you get this?” He asked, brushing the silver piercing bar gently with the tip of his finger.

“About a year ago.” She realised why he had asked immediately and reassured him. “It hurt like a fucking bitch, but it’s okay now.” She smirked, looking down at him. “Do you like it?”

His eyes darkened as they focused on how wet and pretty she was. Her immaculately waxed lips allowed him to view her completely. “It’s sexy.” He answered honestly and she felt her stomach flutter at the compliment; it was worlds away from the way he provoked and aggravated her during his visits to the store and she couldn’t help but wonder whether he had liked her all along. Her thoughts scattered when he puckered his plump lips around her swollen clit, capturing the piercing between his mouth and touching his tongue lightly to the bud, feeling it move slightly against his muscle. She gasped in surprise at the intensity of sensation and quickly placed her bong on the carpeted floor before she had chance to drop it. She was glad she did when, moments later, Yoongi opened his mouth softly against her, showering her piercing with open mouthed, wet kisses, keeping his mouth pressed against her as he made out with her pussy. Everything seemed to throb with pleasure as she felt the marijuana she had been inhaling taking effect; the room seemed to swim pleasantly as he continued to kiss her; his tongue licking her inner labia gently before his lips closed around her once more. She could feel every motion intensely, every change in pace or pressure. Eventually, she commented on this, feeling as though her entire body was simultaneously being caressed with ice cubes and kissed by butterfly wings.

“It feels strange…”

He stopped his motion against her immediately at the sound of her voice, pulling his wet mouth away from her. “Do you want me to stop?”

She hesitated, thinking for a moment. “No.” She looked down at him; his red hair peeping from below her flat stomach. “Can you put your tongue inside?” Her voice sounded a little doubtful, tentative that he would do it, but he complied with her request without fuss, holding her legs apart as he tongued her opening, pushing inside gently. She moaned loudly at the new sensation, less intense and easier to palette in her current state than his clit work had been. She wondered how he would feel against her when she wasn’t high and whether she would be able to orgasm from it, but for now she enjoyed the slow, unhurried build of pleasure.

Eventually, knowing that the drug had stilted her ability to orgasm, she pulled him away gently and welcomed his wet, sweet kiss as she tugged him towards her mouth by his shirt.

“What did it feel like?” He asked. Her breath was ragged against his mouth and face.

She thought for a second. “Tingly.” She tried to find the right words. “Tingly everywhere…” She pecked his lips with her open mouth, unable to stop herself. “I could feel it in my fingers.” She finished, rolling off him gently and loosely grasping his fingers between hers. “Aren’t you going to take your shirt off?” She asked after a moment, looking down at his otherwise bare body. He glanced at her, questioning. “I want to see your chest.” She smirked in reply.

He laughed but removed the t-shirt from his torso easily. “It’s not that exciting.” He quipped, dropping it to the floor to join their other clothes before wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

PART TWO

Four weeks later…

Her cries echoed around the tiled room as he angled the shower head against her clitoris and moved it closer; the water splashed against her before spurting off in all directions. Yoongi pulled her closer to him, her nude back pressed against his torso as he clutched her tighter; one hand wrapped around the metal shower head and the other around her stomach, fingers splayed against her hard abdominal muscles. The bathroom was just as small and cramped as the rest of her apartment and, despite their physiques both being slight, their limbs cascaded over the side of the white tub; her toes skimming the tiled floor as she spread her legs wider.

"Fuck Yoongi…fuck…” She practically screamed as he moved his spare hand to her wet nub and began to rub her, the shower head lubricating her further before the water drained down into the open plug. Their bodies were both thoroughly damp from the spray of the tap; their hair clinging to their foreheads. He had dyed his back to a medium brown some days before and she had found herself unable to tease him about it. It suited him.

He explored her body further, dipping his fingers gently into her opening momentarily before rubbing the smooth, pink skin of her labia minora, savouring her loud moans from the hard spray of water. Despite the outdated appliances in the bathroom, the water pressure was surprisingly good. It was Liberation Day and the store had closed for the national holiday, leaving them the day to spend alone together. It was one of the first opportunities they had had to do so; with his hectic schedule and her in charge of the store five days out of seven.

“Don’t you stop you cunt.” She shrieked as he opened his mouth against her neck, moving her long, wet hair aside to the other shoulder to kiss along her skin. Moving his spare hand away from her pussy, he moved the shower head closer until it almost touched her and pinched her nipple gently. Her body shuddered against his chest as she came; a string of expletives leaving her lips and loudly echoing.

They got dressed slowly, in no hurry as he pulled on his jeans and she slid into a plain cotton dress.

“Can you speak English?” He suddenly asked as he pushed his arms into the sleeves of his black band t-shirt.

She nodded. “I can. I usually don’t.”

“Why not?”

She sighed. “At high school people would ask me to curse for them in English. It got boring.”

He reached down and handed her a pair of burgundy tights she can discarded on the floor earlier in the day. “You have no problem cursing in Korean.” He quipped, remembering the words which had escaped her mouth in the bathroom as she reached orgasm. “Are your parents American?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Grandparents. On mom’s side. They moved over after the war.” She sat on the bed to slide on her tights as she told her story offhandedly. “My dad’s English. He settled here for a few years while he was working on the oil rigs and met my mom.”

“Is he back in England now?” Yoongi asked, curious.

“Yeah, outside of Manchester.” She finished dressing and got to her feet.

“Does he support United or City?”

She smirked. “City.” They grinned in unison before a banging sound from downstairs caught her attention. At first her face frowned as she considered the possibility of a burglary, but the soft sound of New Wave British pop drifted up the stairs and she relaxed. “It’s just Min-Kyu…” She automatically headed towards the apartment door and went downstairs. He followed her, the steps creaking beneath his socks as they entered the almost-deserted store.

Her boss was in his mid-thirties at a guess and sported the kind of wiry black moustache Yoongi often saw when accompanying Kim to her DJ-ing gigs. He was standing behind the counter in a casual pair of jeans and shirt, fumbling with the cash register. He waved as they entered the room.

“Afternoon Kimberly.” He called familiarly as they approached; he regarded Yoongi coolly. “Kimberley’s friend.” He nodded before turning back to the register. “I let myself in, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Is something wrong?” She asked, leaning forward to see. He was trying to pry the metal draw open with a screwdriver.

“It started sticking yesterday.” He explained. The day before had been his shift. “Luckily there were no customers after 4pm because it wouldn’t open.”

Kim frowned, trying to work out the problem. “I’ll get a better screwdriver.” She murmured before heading back upstairs. There was a moment of silence between the two men as she left before Yoongi extended his hand.

“Do you want me to try?”

The man nodded and handed him the device. “If you can mate. I’ve been trying for the past half an hour.”

Yoongi moved past him and bent down, inserting the flat end of the instrument into the gap between the till and the desk. The man chuckled restlessly behind him.

“You sure seem to know how to give a girl a good time.” He said, making Yoongi frown. “It’s a good thing we don’t have any neighbours…”

The younger male realised what he was talking about and shifted uncomfortably. The landlord went on.

“That’s the good thing about living above a record store though…you can drown it out easily.” He winked as Yoongi managed to gauge the draw open. “Oh…you did it!” Min-Kyu exclaimed as Kim came noisily down the stairs, clutching an array of screwdrivers. “Crisis over. Your boyfriend’s done it.” The older man grinned, stepping away from the pair. “I’d better go. Leave you to it.” He waved, a little awkwardly as he left the store, locking the door behind himself with his own key before walking down the street.

Yoongi turned to Kim who regarded the devices in her hand with some embarrassment.

“I guess we don’t need these.” She smirked, placing them down on the counter. Yoongi wondered whether she was going to mention how Min-Kyu had called him her boyfriend, since they had never spoken about that side of things, but the moment seemed to pass without any discomfort.

“Have you known him long?” Yoongi asked as they headed back up the stairs.

“Min-Kyu? Three years or so, why?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Just wondering. Did the apartment used to be his?”

“Yeah, he moved to a bigger place but I rent it pretty cheaply.” She shrugged. “He used to like me.”

Yoongi didn’t say anything. He had known that from the moment the older man’s eyes roamed over her. He tried not to think about it as they entered the apartment together, holding hands.

PART THREE

Five months later…

“Can I come over?” Yoongi clutched his cell to his ear, his other hand pressed firmly against the dressing on his stomach. He felt a little sore and winced at the contact, reaching over to his bedside table and swallowing three white pills dry.

“Sure.” Her reply on the other end of the phone came a little slowly, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had interrupted something. He arrived at the store half and hour later, twenty minutes after it closed and waited to be let in.

“How are you?” She asked as they headed up the narrow stairs and into her bedroom.

“They said it would take six weeks to heal.” He turned to face her as she closed the door behind them. “I missed you.” His eyes roamed over her face, taking her in before he leaned forward and kissed her passionately. She looped her arms loosely around his shoulders as it quickly turned heated; he nestled against her, tilting his head to the side to capture her mouth closely.

“The doctor says I can’t have sex until then.” He said, a little breathlessly as he pulled away, frowning. “You have no idea how much I want to.”

He couldn’t read her expression but thought nothing of it, exciting to have her back after weeks of being away, he led her backwards onto the bed and pushed her into the covers, showering her bare thighs with kisses as he crawled forward.

“No, wait Yoongi.” She gasped as he reached her panties, visible under her short denim skirt. “You don’t have to…” She said weakly, her hand hovering against his hair, naturally black once more.

He frowned, sensing that the doubt in her voice was due to her being anxious for his well-being. “It’s okay. They gave me painkillers.” He reassured her as he moved back in. She didn’t protest as he hooked his hands under her skirt and pulled down her pale pink panties and threw them aside. He petted her clitoris a couple of times before pressing a lingering kiss against her, sucking her nub between his lips gently. He pushed her skirt further up her body to gain better access as he licked and probed with his tongue, kissing her sensually and moaning at her familiar taste. While she didn’t remain silent, it became increasingly obvious that what he was doing wasn’t working her up. He pulled away to place a few tender kisses against her inner thigh.

“Are you okay?” He asked against her skin. When she didn’t reply he pulled away completely, his brow crumpling. “What’s wrong?” He sat up, perched on his knees, careful to not make any sudden movements in case he hurt his stomach further.

“I…” She began, pulling down her skirt to cover herself, as though embarrassed about her nudity. “I don’t know how to tell you…” Yoongi wasn’t sure whether it was her voice which worried him or the way she suddenly seemed bothered about him seeing her naked. She sat up against the headboard.

“Tell me what?” He asked.

There was a pause. “Min-kyu…” She said, her voice frail. There was a long moment of silence and understanding as Yoongi immediately put the pieces together. He had seen her boss on a couple of occasions since the first time and, while he had never questioned her, it had seemed obvious to him that there had been some past history there between them. He had tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. After all, everybody had a past didn’t they? Her expression now said it all and he couldn’t help but ask.

“Did you fuck?” His voice was surprisingly calm.

Her bottom lip quivered. “Sort of.”

“How do you ‘sort of’ fuck?” A hint of disbelief crept into his tone but he remained calm. It was this, more than the truth which made her start to cry.

“It just happened!” She tried to explain, clutching her face between her hands as her eyes streamed.

“When I was in hospital?” He asked collectedly.

“I didn’t know what was wrong with you!” Her voice grew louder between the sobs. Instead of making him feel sorry for her, it made his body feel hotter; he could feel his cheeks glowing red.

“Does that make it okay?” He asked with a frown.

She paused before shaking his head. “No…” She forced herself to look at him properly for the first time that evening. Her storm-blue eyes were glistening and shiny. “I feel terrible.” She finished. Her answer told everything he needed to know; it wasn’t an apology as such, more of an admittance. It wasn’t just sex. At some point over the past few weeks, she had fallen for Min-Kyu.

“I don’t believe this!” He turned away from her, exasperated, clutching his dark hair with his fingers.

“I’m sorry Yoongi.” She said, weakly.

“It was appendicitis, not a coma.” His face twisted in confusion as he turned to face her. “You could have called.”

“I did.” She sobbed.

“How many times?”

It felt like an accusation and she didn’t answer.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked, needing to know. Had she been seeing him behind his back this whole time? He doubted it but the nagging feeling of doubt was enough to make him question how much of their six month relationship had been real after all.

“There’s nothing going on.” She sighed, drying her face with the back of her hand.

Yoongi paused as he considered her answer. “So you don’t have feelings for him?” He eventually asked. The look on her face said it all and she didn’t attempt to answer. He turned around and headed back down the stairs, ignoring the sound of her calls from behind him.

He finally plucked up the courage to visit the store two weeks later to pick up the things he had left in her apartment; a pair of Bose headphones, a couple of spare T-shirts and his favourite black beanie. It was a weekday, so was surprised to find Min-Kyu serving behind the counter. He entered the store regardless and regarded him expressionlessly.

“I came for my stuff.”

Min-kyu looked up from the desk and a moment of panic passed over his features as he realised he was otherwise alone in the store. The moment of fear passed as he realised that Yoongi was too upset, or too fed up, to argue with him. He muttered something in reply and got up to unlock the door to the upstairs apartment. Kim was away, visiting relatives and had taken holiday time to do so. The older male stood hesitantly in the doorway of the living space, watching as Yoongi collected a few items from the closet and bedside table.

“Look.” He started, feeling as though he had to say something. “I’m sorry about how things turned out with Kimberly.” The fact that he was the cause of their breakup didn’t seem to really register with him or cause any guilt. When Yoongi turned to go back downstairs, however, he stepped aside quickly, suddenly worried he may have said the wrong thing. The younger male surprised him as they crossed paths for the final time.

“You both suit each other.” He said softly. Min-kyu wondered, as the sound of the bell above the shop door alerted him to the fact Yoongi had left, whether it was meant as a compliment or not. The man’s tone of voice was hard to read into. Just as well, he thought, it could have been an insult.

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Roger Taylor x Reader

{Just Neighbours?} part 1 Part 2

I want to thank all of you for such positive feedback on the first part. As you may or may not know this is the first fic I’ve ever written and to know you guys are enjoying it means a lot! I do have a pretty clear idea of where I want the story to go, so stay tuned for more updates. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this instalment. Just like before, you can picture Ben!Roger if you wish to do so. Here is the link to part one.

It felt like a usual Friday night at work. The pub reeked of smoke and alcohol, with the constant sound of chatter and clinking of glasses drowning out all the thoughts in your head. You happened to have bar duty tonight, which meant you didn't have run around serving which you hated as it became overwhelming as more people arrived. Though it wasn’t the best job out there, it got you by and gave you the opportunity to meet many interesting people.

You poured a double whiskey for the man in front of you as he continued to ramble.

“You won’t believe what happens next, dear!” He said, with great passion in his voice.

“what happened?” You reply, slightly exaggerating your eagerness to find out.

“She goes, I won’t hear any more of it! And just leaves me.” He said as he downs the whiskey.

“No way!” You said, trying to act surprised even though he had told you the same story last week. And the week prior.

“Well did you run after her?” You inquired.

“Of course I did, love. Chased her in the pouring rain! She came running as soon as I yelled out her name.” He said in triumph. You both let out a chuckle at this.

Before you could respond, you were disrupted by a firm squeeze to the side of your waist. You immediately jerked away from it as soon as it happened. You turned around to see your boss standing next to you, a sinking feeling had come over you.

“Hey Y/N, let me have a word with you.” He said, in a cloying manner.

As you stepped away from the bar to him, his hand crept to your back which gave you a sudden chill.

“Yes, Sir?” You said quickly, unable to think of anything but the large had that is resting on your body.

“The band will start playing soon, and after they finish I’d like you to close up.” He said, while gently stroking your back.

“Yes, I’ll take care of it.” You said, quickly pull away from his touch as a customer waved his hand for your attention.

You try to brush off the incident as a one-off, though this isn’t the first time that your boss had pushed the boundaries like this. Besides, without him, you wouldn’t have a job. So what gives you the right to complain, right?

You had forgotten that a new band was supposed to be performing tonight. You recalled one of your friends bosting about how great they were but you never had the chance to look into them due to your busy schedule.

As a fairly large crowd gathered around the stage, you noticed that the show was about to begin.

The harsh lighting that always inhibited the room was now replaced with the much softer stage lights. The chatter had transformed into a loud cheer as the four members took over the stage. As the vocalist introduced himself and the other band members, you had noticed a familiar face. It was, in fact, your neighbour, who happened to be the drummer of Queen.

Though you hadn’t seen him since the morning after you had embarrassed yourself about a week ago, you couldn’t deny that he has been on your mind ever since.

When the band began to play the first song ‘Keep yourself alive’, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. The way his blond hair bounced in every direction with each hit of the drums. The passion in his face as he gave the performance everything he had to offer. You began to understand why there were so many women here tonight. You felt as though you were missing out on something before this moment.

About halfway through the setlist while the vocalist was taking a drink break, you noticed that Roger had looked directly towards you with a smile. You thought to yourself that it couldn’t it have been directed at you, there were a lot of people here tonight, lots of them standing around the bar. It was probably directed at that beautiful blond to your right. However, as they continued playing, you noticed that Roger had frequently looked towards you. After a while, it was confirmed that he was, in fact, looking straight you. You couldn’t help but blush at the gesture.

Once the band had gotten off stage it didn’t take long for the crowd to disperse out of the pub. After you closed the front entrance and changed the sign to Closed, you began sweeping the floors and picking up the empty glasses left behind. After you had finished you headed back to the bar to the bar to clean the glasses. It was almost 1am at this point and you found yourself yawning constantly.

“Hey.” you heard a male voice at the bar behind you which startled you, you weren’t expecting to see anyone here at this time. You dropped the glass that was in your hand in the sink, causing it to smash.

“what are you still-” you turn around and stopped mid-sentence as you saw it was Roger who was standing at the bar. You noticed that he had changed from his white vest that showed off his bare chest to a black tank top that showed off his defined shoulders.

“Hi!” You said, with a hint of excitement that didn't sound quite like you.

“Did I manage to scare you?” He said with a smirk on his face.

“No, I’m just busy.” You said, giving him a smile back.

“The band and I just got done packing up our things, and were wondering if we could get some drinks before we head out.” He said.

He looked so good. His hair was falling into his eyes, you want to touch it and get it out of his face.

“So?” He interrupted your thoughts.

“Sure, only if you behave though.” You said, jokingly.

“We can’t promise anything.” He laughed while walking backstage to presumably get the others.

The first to walk out you recalled was the vocalist, behind him came out the guitarist, the bassist and lastly Roger.

“Hello, darling!” Said the first man as he walked past you over to a booth over to your right. All of them but Roger sat down. He stood talking to them for a while but you couldn’t hear what they were saying. After a minute, you turned around quickly as you noticed he was walking back towards the bar.

“Boo!” He said, looking very smug.

“Did I manage to scare you again, Y/N?” He said, mockingly.

“No, you didn’t the first time either.” You argued, your face turning a shade of red.

“If you say so.” He laughed. He was leaning against the bar with his arms folded, you could tell that he was confident in his skin by his demeanour.

“Could we have 3 beers, 1 gin and tonic and whatever you’re having.” He said with a smile.

Why would he want to have a drink with you?

“Coming right up.” You said, returning a smile. He stood there as you prepared the drinks for them.

“So you work at a pub.” He said, not a hint of judgment in the statement.

“And you’re in a band.” You said, raising your eyebrows up at him.

“Please don’t give away my address.” He said, with a fake look of concern.

“I wouldn’t want a bunch of groupies to gather outside my home.” You said while placing the 3 beers and the gin and tonic on a tray.

“We’re not that big of a deal yet, love.” He said.

“Yet.” He winked.

“You were incredible up there tonight.” You said while passing him the tray with the drinks.

“I’m glad you liked it.” He said. He looked down at the tray and then back at you.

“You aren’t going to celebrate the night with us?” He said, sounding disappointed.

“I really shouldn’t.” You said, sadly.

“Oh, come on.” He exclaimed.

“pour yourself something and join us!” He said, ecstatically as he walked back to the table to join the boys again.

You let out a sigh and poured yourself some gin and tonic before rushing over to the booth where the band was sitting. Roger stood up as you approached.

“Everyone, this is Y/N, my neighbour.” He said with a large grin.

“Hello, Y/N.” The rest of them said in unison.

“Y/N, this is Freddie,” Roger said.

Freddie extended his hand out to you and you shook it happily.

“Nice to meet you.” You said.

“You too sweetheart, and thank you for the drink. I see you too have good taste.” He said, pointing his gin and tonic up at you.

“This is Brian and this is John. But no one really calls him that.” He said and they all laughed.

“What do they call you then,” you said to John while taking a seat next to Roger.

“Ah, it’s just a stupid nickname.” John groaned.

“Ah, cheer up Deacy. You love it.” Roger said.

You spent the next 2 hours talking to the boys. You learned of how they got together, how they had just released their first album and were looking for someone to manage them. You shared a few glances with Roger, finding it endearing every time he would laugh at something you had said. You told the boys that you had to work at the bar due to personal reasons, but was reluctant to go into detail which they understood. Roger giving you a kind smile as you spoke.

Eventually, Brian, Deacy and Freddie left in the band’s van to go home. Whilst Roger offered to walk home with you.

“We literally live 5 feet away from each other! I might as well walk her home!” Roger said as the others mocked him for supposedly flirting with you, which you pretended not to hear.

“Alright Roger, whatever you say,” Freddie laughed.

“Goodnight, darlings.” He concluded.

As you began walking home beside Roger, you admired how beautiful the night was. You looked over at Roger and noticed he was lost in thought.

“You alright there?” You joked.

“Yes.” He said quickly. You seemed to have snapped him out of it.

“I just wanted to ask you something, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” He said with a touch of seriousness that got you a little worried.

“Go ahead.”

“Why do you really work at there?” He asked.

There was a pause in between the question and your answer as you looked for what to say. It wasn’t as though you were embarrassed about telling the boys back at the pub the truth, but something about being alone with Roger made you more comfortable to share this part of you.

“I just graduated from college with a degree in Fine Art. I came back home to find out that my mother and father were getting a divorce. About a week later my mother decided that its best that I move out.” You said, trying to compose yourself.

“She said we both just need space from each other. So I packed up and got a job here.” You continued.

“Although the real reason why she wanted me out of the house was so that I’d stop complaining about her constant drinking.” You admitted.

“I can’t believe I just told you this,” You said, looking down at the ground while fidgeting with your hands.

“I’m very sorry, Y/N.” He finally said.

“You deserve much better than that.” He said with sincerity. You smiled at how kind he was to you.

Once you were outside your apartment door, you stood face to face, thinking of what to say next.

“It was nice seeing you again Y/N.”

“You too, Roger.” You said, feeling yourself blushing again.

“I’d love to see some of your artwork sometime.” He grinned.

“I’d happily show it to you.”

Before you could say anything else, Roger placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. It made your heart melt instantly.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said while looking down at you into your eyes. You became painfully aware of the small proximity between you.

“Goodnight.” You said, breaking off the moment first by turning around and opening your door.

You could feel him linger there for a second before turning around to open his own door too.

It was taking you an awfully long time to open your door, giving you flashbacks to two weeks ago. Right as you opened it, you heard his voice once again.

“Need a hand again?” He mocked you.

You simply laughed at this as you entered your apartment, making eye contact with him for the last time as you both simultaneously closed your doors.

You found that you needed to lean again the door for a second to comprehend what had just happened. The butterflies in your stomach going wild.

You couldn’t help but wonder whether he felt the same.

OKAY... Sooo let me know what you think once again. The next part I’m going to write from his perspective which will hopefully give us insight as to how he’s feeling ;) Thank you all once again for all the support and lovely messages it means a lot and it inspired me to carry on writing :) also if you want me to tag you let me know 💖

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dav-ina · 7 years

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DUA LIPA // THE SELF-TITLED TOUR // REVIWED

Dua Lipa has taken this year by storm, releasing her self-titled album in June, gaining a top 10 single as well as the rise of her number 1 single: New Rules. The London girl has truly been working hard, I’ve seen her on countless magazine fronts, countless interviews and so I was intrigued. Of course I was familiar with her singles, Lipa has created some addictive, purely pop singles that are racking up countless radio plays like no tomorrow! When I heard about her UK tour, I cracked open the old Spotify and streamed the new album. I was immediately in love, the 22 year old created enough variety to be interesting but enough consistency to signify her presence as a pop artist.

Naturally, I got tickets to her Leeds show. I waited months and months, slaving away at college, playing the album to get me through it. I wasn’t sure what to expect because on one hand, the album was absolute gold, but Dua is a pop artist and a relatively new one at that: it could definitely be a mixture of results.

Another thing that struck me was the support act: an artist called Grace Carter. I won’t lie, I was disappointed when I read her name. I was hoping to have someone slightly more recognisable playing alongside, or even better someone Dua had featured on the album, Miguel would’ve been welcomed in hopes of them performing ‘Lost In Your Light’ together.

Once her set began, I truly was so pleasantly surprised by Grace Carter’s sound. She’s a pop/soul singer from Brighton accompanied by a two-piece band. Her overall vibes were something I could definitely appreciate, very placid and heavenly. As a vocalist, Carter truly is gifted, her voice has a somewhat addictive quality and echoes serenity. There’s that feminine smoothness in her performance, she had intentions to set a mood and through her entire staging, setlist and light dancing she succeeds. The only downside is when I went to go find her on every social media platform I had, I realised she only had put out the one single (which she performed) on the internet. In my opinion, it was not her best song however you can listen to ‘Silence’ here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvFkkmiZMuA

Having said that, overall Grace Carter did put on a show and elevate the mood enough to get me excited for Dua, but not too out of energy (had to save my moves for the headliner right?). I know I’ll definitely be looking out for new music, and as it’s released, you should look back to this blog for a new review on Grace’s work!

Now, onto the main act. Lipa opened with her single “Hotter Than Hell”, well known enough for everyone to sing along, but not her most popular. For her intro, she set the mood with some tense red, low-lighting and low grumbling synths sounds before entering her band. The notorious rhombus shaped screen began to line with a red lit border before Dua bursts out onto the stage! Here’s a clip from the Brighton show: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecXOE1Fx_RY (credits to owner)

The setlist was as follows:

Hotter Than Hell

Dreams / No Lie(Dua Lipa song / Sean Paul cover)

Lost in Your Light

Garden

Last Dance

IDGAF

Blow Your Mind (Mwah)

Thinking 'Bout You

New Love

Genesis

No Goodbyes

Scared to Be Lonely(Martin Garrix & Dua Lipa cover)

Begging // Encore:

Homesick

Be the One

New Rules

One thing I want to emphasise, is that Lipa’s vocals are incredibly unique, she’s developed her own style of performing and yes, she is just as good live as she is on the album, despite my doubts. She is well-controlled and conducts her voice well under pressure. Lipa truly gives a sense of great passion for performance and it truly felt like she wanted to connect with her audience, and when she shared the background information for her more emotional “No Goodbyes” I felt as if she achieved it. She gave no cliche speech, she was brief and personal, simply highlighting that it was the hardest song to write.

I did notice that Dua does not dance all that much. We see no real choreography in either her performances or even her music videos. This could really go either way, some tight choreo can definitely prove an artist has thought of the visuals of an overall performance. Arguably a lack of dance creates the impression she isn’t completely commercial and has control of her own shows and simply moves how she wants - it connotes that Dua just feels the music.

In terms of staging, there was nothing too fancy. Clean coloured lights, and the screen with a video montage of Dua’s face was pretty much all she had. Personally, confetti canons, smoke canons would definitely not go amiss during her bangers, and would definitely have got me more excited.

So to conclude, Dua Lipa is one of today’s fastest rising artists and she truly has her unique qualities. Next time she tours, I will most definitely be attending and it would be a total shame to miss it, the 22 year old truly knows how to put on a show!

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tonguetiedmag · 5 years

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concert: Midnight world tour pt 3

Shows at the Black Sheep will always hold a special place in my heart--10 minutes from my house in the town I grew up in, I went to my first GA show ever here and many more throughout my teenage years. Being a very intimate room in a moderately sized city that has almost no music scene, shows here are always a giant hit or miss; that being said--The Midnight Tour Part 3 may be the best show I’ve seen at this venue yet.

With a giant troupe of Denver-local fans who travelled to be there mixed with the familiar faces of the Colorado Springs crowd, I was surprised at the unwavering energy the crowd held throughout the night. Despite the crowd the room drew in changing pretty drastically in between sets, a new pack of passionate fans, crowd-surfers, and lyric-screamers seemed to pop up for every artist.

Shows at this venue have often been forgettable--I can’t even remember the last time I attended a show at The Black Sheep, but the pleasant shock of the energy this show brought in is something I will never forget.

Pure-Noise group Selfish Things welcomed in the evening, invoking excited shrieks from the room just 30 minutes after doors. Although I was personally unable to watch their set, I surely heard about it from fellow music fans for the rest of the night. I spoke with Denver-local live music lover Alexander Chase about their thoughts on the group’s performance, who told me, “Their set was absolutely fantastic. The mix of going from soft music to music I can beat the shit out of someone [to] was perfect and it mixed well. The best part was .. their stage presence! They got the crowd involved and their performance was amazing.” Despite not having heard of Selfish Things prior to the show, when asked if they would see the group again, Chase answered, “I sure as hell would see them again.” Much of the small talk with friends and strangers alike throughout the evening showed me that many there held similar sentiments, and I’m positive next time the four-piece rolls through the area they will not disappoint.

With an instant wave of spirited fans rushing the stage and deafening cheers filling the room, I knew that could only mean one thing: Richmond-based pop group Broadside’s set was in its beginning moments. Rocky Mountain Broadside fans were treated with being the first ears to hear the band’s new singles, “King of Nothing” and “Empty” at a live show, and fans made sure their love for the group’s new music was known via their relentless crowd surfing. Broadside also ripped fan favorites like “Coffee Talk” and “Laps Around a Picture Frame” as well as throwing in older, lesser-known tracks like “Damaged Kids”. Despite the altitude and being drenched in sweat, the musicians rose to the challenge of matching the energy the crowd was giving. As a result, the men of Broadside cultivated that intense feeling of adrenaline-fueled interconnectedness between everyone there that is one of my favorite things about going to live shows. Although the music filling the rest of the evening was equally as entertaining, Broadside without a doubt produced the most active crowd of the night and I loved every moment of it-- and I haven’t been able to stop listening to them since.

Emarosa was up next -- Emarosa is one of those bands that I’ve known about for a while, but somehow never got around to listening to before this night, so I had no idea what to expect. When I asked a friend nearby what their sound was like, I was answered with “Dance Gavin Dance, but without the screaming.” Without any prior knowledge of the band’s history, this struck me as a seemingly contradicting description, but less than a minute into the group’s set, I understood exactly what they meant. Although delivering pop-focused tracks, I could hear the influences sonically from the group’s older, heavier releases that they melded with pop and sprinkled some funk into to create their current vibe. The group gave off a light-hearted all smiles energy, spreading an infectious positivity that prompted head-bopping from audience members which turned into full-body dancing and laughter. Although at times throughout the set lead vocalist Bradley Walden’s dialogue came off as overly cocky, I can appreciate that swaggering stage personality is often an integral part of making an artist’s performance. The music and talent from the rockers spoke for itself, who are clearly no strangers to a fun time. They seamlessly strummed out an intriguing groove, producing a slightly disco-esque element that I have yet to hear from a modern rock group. The sound made it impossible not to move and kept my ears paying attention. Adding some flair to their live performance, towards the end of their set previously mentioned lead-vocalist Bradley Walden lifted the group’s guitarist onto his shoulders, working his way through the crowd and managing to deliver solid vocals while balancing his bandmate. As Emarosa’s stage time came to a close, the men had the crowd come close to a huddle, cheering out “Peach Club”, the name of the group’s latest release at the count of three. I appreciated the familial feeling the moment created as the excitement from their set came to a head, and I certainly won’t allow myself to be a stranger to what this bunch does in the future.

Stagehands worked quickly to transition all the moving parts of headline group Set it Off’s production into place amongst the chatter of tipsy moms, excited pre-teens and everyone in between. Before long the room went dark, illuminated only by the nearly-haunting blue light coming from the timer now displayed on stage, paired with a room-filling audio message that said “2 minutes until ‘Midnight’”. A cute play on words in regards to the group’s latest album, ‘Midnight’ and a smart way to build on the anticipation in the air, it quite literally set the stage for the level of production the rest of the night would hold. Set it Off provided all the fundamental aspects of a stellar performance; strong vocals, likeable stage presence, precise instrumentals--but what resonated with me most was the level of production and visuals that united with those fundamentals to create an unforgettable act.

Opening with the danceable and lively track, “Lonely Dance”, the group did an appreciable job incorporating deeper cuts into the setlist along with the fresh releases. Changing things up just before the mid-way point of their set, lead vocalist Cody Carson opted to hop behind the drumset, while drummer Maxx Danziger took to center-stage to the mic-stand, ukulele in hand to strum out a stripped-down version of “Bad Guy”, surprising fans with the treat of welcoming Danziger on to lead vocals for the track. Additional surprises during Set it Off’s performance included the amount of gleeful crowd surfing from fans, Carson cracking a joke in between songs about the potential for concussions in the front row and checking to make sure both barricade-bearing attendees and crowd surfers alike were all doing okay.

The quality of the performance didn’t falter for even a moment, despite all the new aspects incorporated into the set compared to previous tours the group has done for this album cycle. It was clear to me the longevity of Set it Off’s career can be attributed to the performer quality these men hold in their bones. It didn’t matter what was happening; intent was present always. In particular, drummer Maxx Danziger offered a captivating personality onstage -- incredibly animated while drumming, and still performing when he wasn’t. Everything between propping his feet up on his set paired with a sassy wink, to engaging the crowd to get excited whenever guitarist Zach DeWall ripped an impressive riff or lead vocalist Cody Carson delivered a difficult vocal.

Danziger’s true shining moment was offered during a drum solo that including a medley of current chart topping songs such as “Old Town Road” (Lil Nas x Billy Ray Cyrus) and “If I Can't Have You” (Shawn Mendes) while also incorporating current internet humor cultural aspects, drumming to the mii theme song and including fun spins on memes that have been circulating around Twitter as of late.

Guitarist Zach DeWall additionally impressed me with his focused finger-picking in one of the final songs of the set, “Midnight Thoughts” delivering a difficult riff and executing it with precision that had the crowd cheering and grooving. Lead vocalist Cody Carson offered consistent vocals and even more heightened stage presence. The power of the individual forces these three musicians hold fusing together was undeniable as the entire room bounced to the closing song of the evening, fan favorite “Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing”.

Between the deeply rooted and evidently long-practiced musicality and talent this trio holds, paired with the impeccably captivating visuals and heightened production this tour offers, I definitely walked away having been more entertained than expected. I have a feeling that’s going to be a trend with this trio -- constantly presenting an improved performance every tour, every show, every night.

I’m ecstatic that I was able to enjoy the first night of this lineup, and you won’t want to miss it if it comes near your city -- The Midnight World Tour Part 3 has something for every pair of ears, whether they’re familiar with any of the artists going into the evening or not -- you won’t be disappointed with this tour package.

Review by: Liz Holland

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