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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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hi heres me projecting a sad thingy on steve. he secretly has a BIG thing for being called annoying, throughout his entire childhood his parents werent afraid of saying he was annoying or a bother, his friends growing up didnt hold back either, nancy said it too, even when she meant it in a cute way it still hurt. then the first time billy said it, except Billy was the only one who was able to catch the sudden switch, the switch from happy loud steve to quiet and dull.

“-and that’s when Tommy H. tried to pass the ball to George, but he wasn’t looking at it hit him in the head, and George started crying, and Tommy had to write him a note and now he can’t play outside during recess all week.” Steve was swinging his legs under the dinner table, sitting with his parents as they ate quietly.

He was recounting the daily second grade stories, pushing mushy vegetables around his plate.

His parents kept passing looks back and forth, looks Steve didn’t quite understand.

“And George doesn’t like Tommy, so I think that he-”

“Steven, I would like to enjoy my meal in peace, please.” His dad didn’t even look over at him.

“Uh, okay. Sorry, Dad.” He set his fork down, suddenly didn’t want to bother pretending eating his veggies. “May I be excused?” It was easier to simply retreat, go play in his room for the rest of the night.

Steve doesn’t like the way his dad looks at him sometimes.

It makes him feel bad inside. His dad simply waved a hand.

Steve took his plate into the kitchen, carefully placing it on the counter.

“He’s such a bother sometimes. Going on about the other children like it matters.”

“Richard, he’s a child.”

“And I don’t want him to grow into an adult that thinks it’s okay to annoy me people to death.”

Steve didn’t know what annoy means.

He asks his teacher the next day.

“To annoy someone means to irritate them. To bother them and make them angry.”

So, he irritated his father. He bothered him to the point where he was angry.

Steve didn’t speak the next night.

Or the next.

“Tommy, come on.”

Steve was not above whining.

“I wanna try it.”

Tommy had snuck a beer out of his dad’s stash in the fridge in the garage.

Tommy and Carol had each tried a sip, grimacing at the taste.

“I don’t thin you’re ready for it, Stevie. Still acting like a baby.”

They were fourteen, going into high school at the end of summer.

“Man, I am not. Just let me try it. I gotta get used tot he taste before we start going to parties.”

“No one’s gonna invite you to parties if you’re this annoying.”

The words stung, but Tommy passed him the beer while he said them, grinning lazily.

The beer tasted like shit.

Steve couldn’t discern it from the sour taste in his mouth that word left.

Annoying.

“Nancy,” Steve sang.

He was laying on her bed, his head flopped over the side, looking at her upside down. “Nancy.”

“Steve, I’ve gotta finish this.”

“Nancy, that essay’s due in like, a week.”

“I’ve got to finish this draft. Mrs. Lorraine said she’d read over it tomorrow and give me any pointers.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You don’t need any pointers. You know she’s just gonna tell you it’s perfect.”

She was quiet.

“C’mon, Nance. Just lay with me for a little while. It’s been such a shitty week. Did I tell you my parents came home?”

“Yes. A few times.”

“I just always ask them to call first. If’ they called before going to the airport, I’d have like, a day or so, or at least a few hours before they get here depending on where they are. But they never do and they get on me about the house being a mess when it’s not, I’ve just left like, a pair of shoes out or something and-”

“Steve, I have to finish this. God, you can be so annoying sometimes.”

The words hit Steve like ice.

He sat up quickly, tugging on his shoes from next to the bed, yanking his sweater back on.

“I’m just gonna go then. Annoy my parents at home.” She didn’t say anything.

He rolled his eyes.

“Bill, where are you goin’?”

Billy was trying to get himself out of bed, gonna go make them both some coffee.

“I need some fuckin’ caffeine. Don’t know if you realized this, I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Steve stretched lazily, finally letting Billy slid out from under the covers and pull on a pair of shorts from the floor.

He was smiling lazily, looked so perfect in the soft light of morning.

“Bring me a cup?”

“Yeah, Baby.”

“With a little bit of cream, and two scoops of sugar and-”

“I know how you take it, Pretty Boy.”

“And would you do some toast, too? I’ve got the good jam in the fridge, that fresh raspberry stuff from the old couple down the street. Will you do sourdough? It’s in he pantry, not the breadbox, and just a little bit of that Amish butter and then a layer of jam-” Billy flopped onto the bed, letting his weight press into Steve.

“I got an idea. You could come make yourself your high maintenance toast before I get annoyed to death.”

Billy meant it cute.

As cute as he can mean things while still making fun of Steve.

His idea was to get Steve in the kitchen with him. They could turn on the little radio down there and make breakfast together. It would be nice.

But it was alarming.

He was watching Steve’s face as he said it, and the second he let slip annoyed to death, Steve’s eyes went blank.

He stopped talking, smiling benignly up at Billy.

“What’s up?” Steve just shook his head. “No, something’s wrong, I can tell.”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.”

Steve’s words were clipped.

“You’re not fine. Tell me what’s wrong? What’d I do?”

“You didn’t do anything. I just-” he sighed. “I know I can be annoying sometimes. I’m working on it.”

“Why?”

“Because, because,” Steve wasn’t looking at him, “because it sucks, being around someone that just makes you mad because they won’t shut up.”

“Baby, you never make me mad. I’m sorry I said that, it was a joke. I don’t actually think you’re annoying. I just, I thought maybe we could make breakfast together.” His cheeks were hot, admitting that to Steve.

Billy doesn’t think it’ll matter how long they’re together, he’ll always get flustered admitting his feelings, or even getting close to doing so.

“No, Billy. It’s fine. I’ll try to keep it in mind. When to shut my mouth.”

“Steve, I fucking never want you to shut your mouth. I want you to talk to me forever and ever. I wanna hear about your fucking toast every single morning. I wanna hear about your day every night, and I wanna hear what pisses you off, and what makes you sad, and what makes you happy. Never stop talking to me, okay? Just love hearing your voice.”

“I, alright.” Steve’s eyes were bright again, but he still looked unsure.

“Come downstairs. Tell me about the fuckin’ Amish butter and why in the hell you have it.”

“It’s hand churned.”

“Yeah? Why’s that make it special?”

Steve appraised Billy.

He tried to keep his face open, tried to make sure Steve knew he wanted to know.

“It just makes it taste better. I think it’s because they use really fresh butter milk. I get it at the farmer’s market and the woman that sells it says they have a farm. They have goat cheese, too, and I’ve always wanted to try it because they have ones made with different herbs, and they all look so good.”

Billy was still on top of Steve, watching him intently as he spoke.

It made Steve warm. Washed out that sour feeling in his throat.

Because Billy wanted to hear him.

And Steve doesn’t know anybody that’s ever wanted that.

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brelione · 4 years

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After (The Best Boys)

Series Masterlist

Warnings:Smut, hospitals, mental breakdowns/panic attacks.

After the three weeks that Topper was in the hospital everyone was in pure agony.None of you were really sleeping properly, your days spent at the hospital with your friend, voices never going above a whisper.

He was getting better, able to sit up in his hospital bed and play uno with you and Rafe while Kelce napped on your lap.Kelce was getting the least sleep, the stress all catching up with him.

You didnt know how to bring it up, instead helping him in the only way you really knew how.That was by extra hugs, a shit ton of forehead kisses and sleeping in his bed with him when he stayed at your house.You had no idea what was happening with you and Rafe.

When Kelce would leave whether it be to the grocery store or to pick up McDonalds you would find yourself on the couch with Rafe, sharing feather like kisses with your arms wrapped around eachother.You still hadnt figured out all your feelings.

You knew that you liked kissing Rafe but you werent sure why.He was gentle and it calmed you but that didnt mean you loved him, right?Sometimes when you were kissing Rafe you’d start to worry about Kelce.

You would usually go with him when he went grocery shopping but he now preferred to go alone, figuring that it would help him clear his head and get lost in the music from his radio.

You laid with your chest pressed against Rafe’s, your hand twirling his hair with his head resting against your neck, arm around your waist.You were still wearing Topper’s hoodie, switching between the gray hoodie you had took from him and the black one with a rabbit sillouhette on the back.

You still felt scared of touching Topper, way too worried about hurting him even when he was practically begging for hugs and forehead kisses.It killed you to not be able to, wanting nothing more than to hug him and kiss him and laugh at how stupid he was.

Rafe sighed, lifting his head from your shoulder, the tip of his nose resting against yours, letting out a small sigh. “You excited to take Topper home tomorrow?”He asked, his eyes only half open as he spoke.You hummed, a small grin on your face.

“Mhmm...Ive missed him a lot.”You glanced down at Rafe’s lips, looking back up at his eyes.A small smile tugged at his lips, leaning towards you and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, smiling a bit.A dozen of gentle pecks later and he had ended up on top of you, elbows on either side of your waist, sighing against your lips.

“The nurse said we can do movie nights again soon as long as its not too loud.”He informed you, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, smiling when you let out a small laugh. “Thats good...I think he has to have like infinite movie picking nights.”You replied, leaning up to kiss him again.

He nodded, biting his lip. “Yeah, definitely.But the no horror movie rule still stands, right?”He asked, looking down at you with a big smile.You rolled your eyes, pulling his head down so you could kiss his forehead.

“Yeah, the rule still stands.”You grinned, your hand going back to play with his soft hair.He had washed it today.You could tell because it was nice and soft, well conditioned with some high end conditioner.

Out of curiosity you sniffed it, face heating up when he lifted his head, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sniffing my hair?”He asked, trying not to laugh.You rolled your eyes.

“Shut up.”You grumbled, tugging lightly at the dark hair.He let out a low moan, surprising you both. “Did you just…”You trailed off, noticing how red his face had gotten, his face burying itself into the soft fabric of the hoodie. “Shut up!”He exclaimed.

You simply laughed, sniffing his soft hair again, trying to figure out what the scent was.He laughed, holding onto you tightly.His hair smelt like maraschino cherries and roses. “Your hair smells really nice.”You told him, inhaling the scent again.

He let out another laugh, biting his lip. “Yeah?”He asked, trying to remember which shampoo he had used that morning.You nodded, not able to feel your legs from his weight on top of you.The door swung open, Kelce coming in with a brown bag of Chinese food, setting it down on the table.

He didnt say anything, just sat down on the floor and started to take the food out, placing the boxes on the table.You frowned, Rafe getting off of you so you could move across the couch, hugging Kelce from behind. “You okay?”You asked, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.

He sighed, leaning back against you and letting you wrap your legs under his arms. “You seem stressed.Do you need to talk about something?”You asked, quiet enough that only he could hear it.He shook his head, opening one of the boxe and handing you a crab rangoon, laughing when you took it in your teeth right from his hand.

“We need to save rice for Topper.”You reminded Rafe as he scooped it onto a paper plate with a spoon.He frowned, shaking his head. “Nope, Topper drove off a bridge.He gets no rice.”he replied, staring up at you as you glared down at him.

It took a few seconds before he hummed, putting some of his rice back into the container. “Should we get him cake or something?They wont let us smuggle him McDonalds so maybe we should get him that.”You thought out loud, grabbing another crab rangoon.

They shrugged, not really knowing. “My mom wants me to be home more often because she’s convinced i’ll crash like Topper did.I dont know, she just wants me home tomorrow for a family day or something.I’ll probably just stop by Topper’s house after you guys drop him off tomorrow.”Kelce fixed himself a plate, the two of you ending up switching positions so that you were on the floor while he sat on the couch with his legs on either side of you.

You sighed, resting your elbows on his knees while you bit into a piece of shrimp.Rafe turned on the tv, staring at you and Kelce.He wasnt sure what was happening with you.He didnt really understand why you two did what you did or why you guys never talked about it.

He ended up turning on Nickelodeon, glad when Victorious started playing.Rafe was grumpy the whole night, up until three in the morning as he scrolled through his phone.You and Kelce were cuddled up at the end of the couch, your arms and legs wrapped around him with your nose pressed against his chest, loud snored escaping the two of you.

Eventually he fell asleep, his phone on his chest and his head on the arm rest.He was woken up by you jumping up and down on the couch, grinning when you saw his eye open. “You gotta get up, bubs.We have to go get Topper.”You reminded him, hopping off the couch.

Rafe groaned, shifting on the couch and resting his face against the cushion.He dozed off again, grumbling when you climbed on top of him, demanding that he get up. “Hmm...where’s Kelce?”He asked, eyes half open. “He went home, its almost three in the afternoon, Topper can leave by four.”You kissed Rafe’s forehead, noticing how confused he was.

“Three?”He asked, looking over to check the time on his phone.You nodded, getting off of him and heading upstairs to change your clothes.He groaned, finally getting off your couch and stretching his long limbs.Dragging himself up the stairs and into your guest room he had nearly fell on the stairs twice, closing the door behind him.

His clothes were scattered all over the room, groaning as he searched for his yellow shirt, cursing.He forgot to knock, walking straight into your room. “Hey, do you have my yellow shirt?”He asked, watching you tie your shoes.You bit your lip, glancing over to your closet.

“No.”You lied, standing up straight once you had your shoes on.He chuckled, walking over to your closet.You quickly grabbed his arm, trying to prevent him from opening the door.He easily held you back, seeing the yellow shirt hanging in the closet.

He grabbed it, running past you. “Rafe!You cant have that!”You shouted, running through the house.He laughed, running into your kitchen before realising he had cornered himself.You ran at him, trying to take the shirt back.

“Rafe-thats mine!”You exclaimed, clinging onto his arm and trying to bring it back down so you could take it from him. “No, no its not.”He answered, holding it high above his head.You sighed, wrapping your arms around his torso.

He frowned, eventually giving in and hugging you back, forgetting that he was holding the shirt when you swiped it from him, holding it to your chest. “thanks.”You grinned, stepping on your tiptoes to kiss him lightly.He sighed, arms tight around your waist, knowing it would be the last kiss he got that morning since you two would most likely be with Topper for the rest of the day.

“Hmm...we gotta go.”He mumbled against your lips, not really wanting to pull away.You sighed softly, kissing him again. “Let me just grab my backpack really quick.”You kissed his nose, noticing how tired he looked.You grabbed your small leather backpack before coming back into the kitchen, seeing Rafe eating a handful of frozen berries right out of the bag.The two of you got into the car in silence as you texted Kelce.

You:Hows family day going?

Bean:we cant decide on a movie

Bean:hows Topper doing?

You:We’re on our way to the hospital rn.My heart is literally pounding im kinda nervous ngl

Bean:felt that.How’s Rafe doing?He seemed mad last night

You:Rafe’s fine he just slept weird

You:Are you ok?You’ve been really stressed lately

Read at 3:43 pm

You sighed, placing your phone between your thighs.Rafe raised an eyebrow, wondering whether or not he should ask about your sudden mood change.You were out of the car before it even stopped, speed walking to the hospital entrance with Rafe close behind you.

You took in a deep breath as you walked through the motion activating doors, the cool air conditioned air hitting your skin.Rafe came up quick behind you, not wanting to lose you in the hospital.

Topper was sitting at a little waiting area on a red couch, reading something from a magazine.He was wearing loose gray sweatpants and a white T Shirt, squinting as he tried to read.You ran over to him, grinning when he looked up at you, slowly standing up and letting you hug him.

You closed your eyes,arms tight around his torso, his nose in your hair. “Hi.”He grinned, trying not to laugh.You were acting like you hadnt seen him in months, cautious of his casted arm. “Hi.”You replied, feeling your eyes moisten.

You refused to let go even when Topper lifted up his head to greet Rafe.His forehead wound had healed nicely, a stip of medical tape over the area.The stitches had been removed a few days prior, the tip of his tongue fully healed so he could eat better foods.

“(Y/N).”He mumbled, a red blush across his face.You took in a big breath, looking up at him curiously. “I asked the nurse and she said I can have forehead kisses now.”He replied, flicking your hip lightly.

You sighed, cupping his face so he’d lean down a bit, placing a gentle kiss to his forehead.A weight lifted off his shoulders, letting out a low sigh.He had missed that feelin so much, glad he could finally enjoy your touch again.He sighed softly, resting his head on your shoulder.

“We’re gonna get McDonalds and Kelce said he’d stop by your house later.Do you need to check out with the nurse or something?”You asked, feeling his hot breath against your collarbone. “Noo...we can just go.”He replied, most of his weight on you.You sighed, rubbing his back. “Are you sure?”You asked.

He nodded, kissing your jaw lightly.You looked over to Rafe, seeing him just standing there nervously.Once Topper had picked up the magazine and slid it up his shirt you guys walked out, Topper holding your hand tight, the sun causing him to squint.

You sat in the backseat with Topper, making sure that his seatbelt was secure. “Its scary to be in a car again.”He admitted, holding onto the door handle.You sighed, squeezing his hand.

“The ride to your house from here is pretty smooth, no bridges or anything.”You reminded him, feeling his good hand on your thigh. “Can I turn on the radio?”Rafe asked.Topper sighed, kissing your temple. “Low volume.”He told the brunette, leaning against you with his eyes squeezed shut as the car started moving.

Your hand was running though his hair, rubbing at the back of his neck and avoiding his hairline.You placed a kiss on the top of his head, feeling yourself blushing a bit. “Hey, hey what do you guys want?”Rafe asked as he pulled up to the drive thru, stopping the truck.Topper grinned.

“Uhh...a quarter pounder with extra pickles and large fries.”He replied, noticing how you were staring at his blue cast.Rafe pulled up to the window, handing you the large brown paper bag.You were quick to unwrap Topper’s burger halfway for him, letting him hold it.

“What about meds?Do we need to pick them up for you?”You asked, taking one of his fries.He slowly shook his head, slurping down his burger, nearly dropping a pickle. “No, they’re getting dropped by my house.”he replied, offering you a bite of his burger.

“Thats good.”You mumbled, taking another fry. “What kind of meds?”Rafe asked, shutting up when he saw you glare at him. “Just like, pain meds.I dont know.Ive gotta take like three a day for two weeks I think.”He replied, halfway done with his burger when he quietly asked you if you could wrap it back up for him so he could save it for later.

Your heart dropped when Rafe pulled into his driveway, knowing that you wouldnt be able to see him again until tomorrow.You got up, helping him inside the house and shutting the door behind you, sighing. “Its been a while.”You muttered, taking in the white tile of the opening room, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

He nodded in agreement, slowly walking into his living room.It wasnt too different from yours except for the gray carpet and the different couch.He sat down on it, seeming confused.You placed the McDonalds bag on the side table, looking down at him.

“Hey, can I tell you something without you freaking out?”he asked, shifting in his spot so he could look at you properly.You hummed, hoping it wasnt something too bad. “Yeah, yeah I guess.”You replied, waiting anxiously.He gulped, taking in a large breath.

It took him a second to finally form words, his legs tingling. “Um...so im in love with you and I have been for a while now.I dunno, when I called 911 the last thing I thought about was you.I just thought you should know.”He confessed, his heart thumping so hard that if he were still in the hospital the nurses would come rushing in.

Your eyes widened, trying to think of something to say.That wasnt what you were expecting him to say, taking in a large breath that hurt your ribs. “um...uh….I um….”You stuttered, taking in another breath.You let out a nervous giggle, covering your face.

“Im sorry, this is just crazy….um….so can we just….can we talk about this another time, please?”You asked, not sure you could handle everything that was being thrown at you.Topper nodded, grinning.

“Yeah, yeah its fine...we dont have to talk about it.I just wanted you to know.”He muttered, avoiding your gaze. “Alright...um...im gonna go but i’ll see you tomorrow.”You left quickly, shutting the door and hopping into the passenger seat, still shaking.

Rafe frowned, trying to figure out what had happened. “Whats wrong?”He asked, hand on your thigh to get it to stop bouncing.You sighed, looking over at him. “Topper just….he’s talking weird.Its stupid, hes drugged out of his mind anyways.Can we just go home, please?”You asked, wanting to focus on something else.

Had all those hugs and kisses meant something different to Topper this whole time?Or did they just mean something different to you?Now things were starting to make sense.Why Topper had left that night three nights ago, why he had always glared at Kelce whenever the two of you were cuddling.

Now you felt all the guilt.You were hurting Topper this whole time by being so close with Rafe and Kelce when he was supposedly in love with you.And now you would be hurting Topper now because of how often you and Rafe did things that shouldnt be done between best friends.

Everything was so fucked up now.Rafe was pouting, trying to understand what possibly couldve happened in the five minutes that you were inside Topper’s house. “Are you okay?Did something bad happen?”He asked, reaching for your hand.

You sighed, lifting your hands so your elbows were on the armrest, resting your head against his hand. “No, just weird shit.Its fine, Rafe.”You replied, sighing when he pulled into your driveway.It was already 5:30.You got out of his truck, going inside quickly. “Hey, why are you walking so fast?”Rafe asked, struggling to keep up with you even with his long legs.

You simply huffed, going up the stairs.He was confused, following you anyways. “I just…”You trailed off, groaning as you flopped onto your bed.He pouted, sitting at the foot of your bed after closing your door. “What?”He asked, not understanding.

You rolled onto your back in a starfish position, staring at the ceiling. “Im just stressed is all.Do you want to watch something?”You asked, looking over to see your remote on your night stand, surprised when his hands gripped your hips. “Do you want me to help with the stress?”He asked, hovering over you.

You knew where he was getting at, not sure how to think about it.It had been nearly a month since he had touched you like that but it had lead to something bad happening.But thinking something bad would happen everytime you messed around with someone was crazy, right?

You slowly leaned up, kissing him lightly.It didnt take long for his hands to move down to your pants, carefully pulling them down your legs.He looked up at you before pulling down your light blue underwear, making sure that you were okay before dipping his tongue into you, holding your thighs down as he pressed a kiss to your clit.

You let out a low moan, fingers squeezing at your comforter as he licked a stripe up your folds.One of your hands moved down, tugging lightly at his hair.He let out a moan, letting you direct him the way you wanted, his tongue plunging in and out of you, eyes closing.

He sucked on your clit, trying not to smile at how loud you were, slipping a finger into your entrance.He wasn't sure how this would end up, remembering your promise from last time.You moaned loudly when he added another finger, pumping them in and out of you.

He could feel you getting close, kitten licking your clit to tease you.A shiver ran up your spine, moaning loudly as your eyes clenched shut. “Rafe-please.”You whimpered.He smiled up at you, adding another finger to stretch you out a bit, slowly moving.

“Rafe.”You whined, trying to get him to move faster.He simply chuckled, giving you what you wanted and beginning to speed up, your moans only making him move faster.You climaxed with a loud, high pitched moan, letting go of his hair as you panted.

Feeling his tongue moving again you let out a soft moan as he cleaned you up, your fluids on his chin and fingers as he licked them clean.He wiped his chin off with the back of his hand, looking up at you. “Rafe.”You whispered, knowing how crazy you were about to sound.

He leaned back over you, his nose touching yours. “yeah?”He asked, not sure what to expect.You let out a soft sigh, kissing him gently. “I want...I want to go all the way.”You told him, noticing his breath hitch in his throat.He gulped, not sure if he could do it.

He didn't want to hurt you. “Are you sure?”He asked, looking into your eyes.You nodded slowly, anxiety building up in you as he slowly pulled down his pants, letting you palm him through his boxers.He let out a moan, wanting you to apply more pressure.

“Are you sure that you want this?”He repeated his question, biting his lip.You let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Im sure.”You replied, eyes widening when he pulled down his boxers.He was huge.You just had to hope it wouldn't hurt as bad as it looked.

“Its gonna hurt a little, alright?I need you to tell me what you want.If you want me to stop I need you to tell me.If you want me to slow down I need you to tell me, okay?”He asked, wanting to make sure that everything would be okay.You nodded, touching his hair lightly.

The first few inches didn't hurt but when he was about half way in you hissed in pain, gripping his shoulders.He came to a halt, looking down at you with a concerned expression. “Baby, hey, hey.Do you need me to stop?”He asked, preparing to pull out when your fingernails dug into his skin.

“no...no.Keep going.”You replied.He began to move again slowly, biting his lip.He was nearly fully inside you, trying not to moan as you kept clenching around him due to his size.You were whimpering, eyes becoming watery as he was finally inside of you.It stung a lot, scratching up his back.You sniffled, glad he was taking things slow.

You took in a deep breath, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. “Shh...I know, I know.It’s okay, you’re okay.”Rafe whispered, cupping your face and wiping away the tears. “It hurts.”You whispered, sniffling.He bit his lip, kissing his forehead as he tried to help with the pain or at least distract you from it.

He wanted to pull out and run you a bath, trying not to make himself cry. “Do you want me to stop?”He aksed, trying his best to stay completely still.You shook your head, holding onto hims tighter, his face in the crook of your neck with his chest pressed against yours.

“Baby- I indeed you to try and relax, alright?Tensing up only makes it worse, take deep breaths, ready?Breath in, breath out.”He pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone, listening to your breathing. “Good girl...in and out, just keep breathing.Im gonna start moving a little, okay?”He asked, feeling you nod against his shoulder.

He took in a deep breath, pulling out ever so slightly before pushing back in, clenching his eyes shut. “You okay?”he asked, pulling his head from your shoulder, looking down at you.You nodded, taking in a deep breath. “Yeah-it hurts a little but im okay.”You confirmed, kissing him lightly.He let out a soft sigh, squeezing your waist lightly.

“Ready?”He asked, keeping his hands on your hips, waiting.You let out a shaky breath, nodding.He was careful, only pulling out a quarter of the way before slowly moving back in, jaw dropping when you moaned.His heart was thumping fast as he moved slowly, groaning.

“Shit.”He whispered, leaning down to kiss your cheeks, nose and lips. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”He asked, pulling out halfway this time before pushing back in, watching as your eyes widened and a moan came from you.

“Shit, Rafe.”You moaned, nails digging further into his back.He took a deep, shaky breath. “God, youre so fucking tight.”He moaned, letting out a low whimper, repeating the action of pulling out halfway before pushing in again. “Rafe-”You couldn't even form a full sentence before you were moaning again.

He was pleased with your reaction, moving a little faster and pulling out almost completely before pushing back in. “You want me to slow down?”He offered.You shook your head, running a hand through his hair. “Faster.”You muttered, seeing a surprised look spread across his face.

He began to speed up his actions, pulling out nearly completely before plunging back into you, both of you moaning loudly,He was panting, a light layer of sweat covering his face, going as fast as he could. “Rafe-im gonna-”You moaned, your head rolling against your pillow as you clenched around him,cumming all over his cock.

He licked his lips, slowly pulling out of you.He picked up a towel from your floor, carefully wiping your thighs clean. “You did so well, baby.How are you feeling?”He asked, picking up his boxers from the foot of the bed and pulling them back up, laying down next to you.

The sun was just going down, red and purple hues covering the sky like a wonderful painting, the golden light coming through your blinds.You held onto his arm, resting against his bicep. “Im fine...im tired as shit but im fine.”You replied, hearing your phone ringing from your shorts.

You sighed, too tired to move.Rafe grabbed it for you, telling you that Kelce was trying to call you.You were panting too hard to answer, Rafe gulping and licking his lips before lifting the phone to his ear. “Hello?”He asked.You noticed the way his eyes widened, eyebrows knitting together.

“Chill, man.Just- what do you mean you broke it?Well dont-hello?”Rafe asked, realising his friend had hung up.You looked up at him with a confused expression, trying to figure out what was wrong. “So Kelce broke his door and he’s on his way now.He really doesn't sound too good.”Rafe answered, slowly sitting up.

After the call about Topper you thought you had heard the worst news you’d ever recieve.But hearing that Kelce had broke something made you want to vomit.Kelce freaking out was how you knew the world had hit rock bottom but it didnt help that you didnt know what he was freaking out about.Shit.

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sheer heart attack | bohemian rhapsody cast series (chap.1)

summary: you are the instructor for ‘bohemian rhapsody’, getting paid to teach the cast how to play their respective instruments. from an early age, youve known how to play the piano, the drums, the bass and the electric/acoustic guitar. forming a tight bond with rami, gwilym, ben and joe, all of you would hang out im each other’s trailers, creating a lasting friendship between all of you. this causes the ripple of them wanting you to be in all the interviews possible during the press tours, even if you werent on the list for interviews, which caused for some buried secrets to come to life and some crushes to be revealed.

word count: 3.35k

pairing: none just yet!

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Your manager had called you a few days ago, mentioning how she had talked to a director, who was interested in an instructor for his new movie. Seeing as you were a professional singer and had known your instruments since you were young, this could be one of your biggest breaks in Hollywood. This would be a big movie, one of the most popular if it got the attention it deserved, so you decided to book a meeting with the director and producers.

“When’s the meeting?” you asked your manager, as you held the phone between your shoulder and your ear, as you moved around the spare room in your house, setting up your tripod and the drum kit in the corner.

“Tomorrow, at 10am.”

“Okay, I’ll be there. Anything I need to know beforehand?”

“I just sent you an email with all the information you need.” she paused, rustling heard from the other end of the call, “Listen, call me tomorrow after the meeting, I gotta head out. Good luck tomorrow!”

“I will! Bye!”

Hanging up, you headed to your laptop on the coffee table, opening the email she had sent, as you let out a yell of surprise. “No way! She did not just book me an audition to a Queen biopic!” Your eyes scanned the email, information about the movie, called Bohemian Rhapsody along with information on the producers: Brian Harold May and Roger Meddows Taylor, the two out of three remaining members of Queen, your favorite band since you were young. Remembering what you were going to do before she called you, you closed your laptop before walking back inside the room you were in, setting up your phone on the tripod and pressing record. Walking over to the drum kit, you sat, twirling your drumsticks in your hand before you started playing, the beat of Keep Yourself Alive playing, concentration etched on your face, as you kept playing. Getting lost in the music and the beat made you produce the best cover, as you came to the infamous drum solo from the song.

It wasn’t the most difficult song you had ever practiced, so the solo came easy to you. Finishing the song, you smiled at the camera, before pressing the stop button, and uploading the cover to your Instagram.

Sighing, you grabbed your water bottle nearby, taking a drink before grabbing your laptop and setting it on your lap, reading through the rest of the information your manager had provided, then opening your documents and writing the rest of your song.

The evening went by fairly quickly, as you finished the last of your song, ate a quick meal and headed to bed. The nerves and the drumming drained you, as your body begged for sleep. Slowly undressing yourself and slipping on your pajamas, you sent a last text to your manager letting her know that you had gone over the email and were ready for tomorrow. Slipping into your bed, you closed your eyes, got comftorable, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the alarm woke you up, as you hit snooze, burying your head in your pillow and pulling the covers over you. A couple minutes passed before you sat up, looking over at your phone on the nightstand and noticing the messages from your manager. Reaching over, you grasped the phone with your hand, bringing it up to your face as you read through the messages. Your eyes widened as you looked at the clock, before jumping out of bed, and quickly running to your closet all while dialing your manager’s phone.

“Hello?” she answered as your eyebrows furrowed, as you quickly grabbed the first articles of clothing you saw.

“Hey! You didn’t tell me you booked a wrong time for me! I barely woke up and I have half an hour to get to my meeting! What the hell, Lizzie!” you argued, quickly running to the kitchen and turning on the coffee machine so it would be ready while you’re in the shower, before running back.

“I’m sorry! I forgot about the time! The good thing is that it only takes 10 minutes to get to the meeting, so you have 20 minutes to shower and get changed.”

Sighing, you turned on the shower, “Fine, but next time, let me know in advance.”

“I will! Now hurry! And don’t worry about looking professional, they said jeans and a nice blouse is fine. Good luck!” she hung up as you sighed, quickly switching the shirt for a while blouse, your blue jeans and black low-top converse.

You quickly jumped in the shower, washing your hair and body quickly before rinsing and turning off the water, before drying yourself off and changing. Blow drying your hair, you quickly put it half up in a bun, leaving the other half down. You lathered on some mascara and a bit of lipstick before slipping on your converse, turning off the lights, running to the kitchen to grab your coffee before grabbing your bag and keys and running out the door to your car. Speeding off, you headed to the place the meeting would be held, quickly driving into the parking lot and finding a spot closest to the front door. Realizing you had five minutes till you were due inside, you checked your messages, going over the email from last night and letting your manager know you had arrived, before grabbing your bag and getting out of your car. Locking it, you walked to the door, knocking as the speaker from the wall buzzed.

“How may I help you?” the secretary spoke through as you smiled at her through the door.

“I have a meeting with Mr. Singer for the new production of Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Code?”

“1985 Wembley.”

The door buzzed open as you walked through, as it locked behind you and you walked behind the secretary. She led you through another door as you were met with the director, Bryan Singer, and the band members of Queen, Roger Taylor and Brian May. Your expression showed shock, and nerves, as you shook hands with all three of them, before sitting down in front of them.

“Thank you for meeting with us, Miss Y/n.” the director said as you smiled and nodded. “So, your manager spoke very highly of you. How long have you been playing your chosen instruments?”

“For 15 years. I started with piano first, then drums, bass, and most recently, electric and acoustic guitar.” you answered, as you felt Brian and Roger’s gaze on you. “I also write my own songs, and I’ve posted videos of me playing certain songs on those instruments. Mostly Queen songs, but a variety of different genres.”

Brian pulled out his phone, opening Instagram and looking for your Instagram. He pulled up the profile, before clicking on the most recent video, the one from last night. He nudged both Roger and Bryan Singer, as they watched the video, the audio on. The video reached the drum solo, as Roger’s eyes widened, noticing you recreating the infamous drum solo that was hard to replicate. As it stopped, Brian kept going through different videos, some with the electric guitar, others with the piano, and bass.

Roger turned to you, smile on his face. “This is very impressive.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, as Bryan Singer turned to you, Brian May smiling as well.

“We’re very interested in having you teach the actors how to play their instruments. Would you be interested?”

You nodded, smiling, “I would very much be interested.”

“Great! Welcome to the team, Miss Y/n.” they all shook your hand, as the director turned to you once more. “We are considering all actors willing to be part of the audition process. Do you have any actors you think would fit best for the roles?”

Sighing, you thought about it, various actors and actresses going through your head, as your friends popped up first. “Lucy Boynton would be a good Mary Austin. She’s a good actress and has been in different movies and shows. As well as Rami Malek for Freddie Mercury, and Joe Mazzello as John Deacon. He very much looks like him and has a close resemblance to the bassist.” you said, as the director wrote down notes.

“Would you want to be in on the audition process? You seem to know who would fit best for these roles, and you might have a little more experience since you’ve been part of the Hollywood industry for a while.”

“I would love to.”

“Great. We have some auditions going on today. Are you free for the rest of the day?”

Nodding, they stood up, leading you into another room adjacent to that one, as you all sat down at a table together, going through different headshots and resumes. Some actors stood out to you, as you put them in a different pile, conversing with Brian and Roger, as Bryan Singer, the director, on a call, outside the room.

“What about him?” Brian held up a headshot of another actor, Gwilym Lee, an English actor who you had seen in Midsomer Murders. “He seems like a good fit. Has some background in music.”

You held up the photo to Brian, nodding. “He looks like you, some resemblance. The background in music would be helpful when it comes to the rehearsal process.”

Roger was looking through the headshots you had chosen, as the secretary came back, another folder in her hand. “I’ve received another submission. Here you go.” she smiled, putting the folder on the table before leaving.

You picked up the file, opening it and inspecting the resume before your eyes locked on the headshot, recognizing the person immediately.

“Him.”

Roger and Brian both looked at the headshot before smiling and nodding as well.

It seemed like you guys were in agreement.

You had stepped out a couple hours ago with orders for food and drinks, as you went to go and get the food for all four of you, before returning, arms full. The secretary opened the door for you, helping you bring the drinks inside as you all headed to the hallway, noticing the line of actors, a couple whom you recognized from their headshots. Noticing Joe and Rami, you winked at them, smile on your face as they noticed you and returned the gesture, and you disappeared behind the audition door. Giving out the food and drinks, you all sat down, as the secretary brought in the first actor, Sacha Baron Cohen, who you had seen in a couple different films. Yet, when he walked through the door, you couldn’t see the portrayal. Throughout his audition, you jotted down notes, as you took sips of your drink, as finished and left and you turned to the others.

“I don’t think he’s the best fit. He seemed more interested in another side of Freddie rather than what we could portray.” you said as they nodded, calling the next actor in.

Various auditions went by, as you watched one after the other. Keeping notes, you crossed out actors and circled a couple that could be good fits. The door opened, and you finished writing before looking up, and locking eyes with a pair of green-blue eyes. Giving him a smile, you nodded at him.

“Ben Hardy, right?” Brian asked as he nodded, fiddling with his fingers out of nervousness.

“So, what makes you think you are a good fit for the role of..” you paused, looking down at your notes. “Roger Taylor?” you turned to Roger, smiling as he nodded at you.

“Well, I’ve been a follower of Queen since I was young, and I grew up in London, so it’s a very common musical band to listen to.” he paused, “I also have a background in playing the drums.”

As soon as the response slipped through his lips, you raised your eyebrows, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Is that so? How long?” you asked as he looked at you.

“A little over a year.”

You nodded, writing down a note for yourself as he continued with the interview, before being given part of a script, as he read it out, his accent and posture very similar to Roger himself.

“Thank you, we’ll contact you this week for our answer.” Ben nodded, shaking our hands as he left.

“Well, we have three more and then we’ll be done for the day. What did you guys think?” Bryan Singer asked as you smiled.

“I think he fits. In the end, it’s up to Roger to choose who plays him.”

Nodding, Roger spoke up, “He’s very much a version of my younger self. I see a lot of myself in him, I think he would be a good fit. And the background in music is an added bonus.”

“We could have him send a video of himself practicing or playing a Queen song.” Brian mentioned, and you nodded.

“That’s a good idea.”

“How about we bring in the last three?”

You all agreed as Gwilym Lee was brought inside the room. He held a guitar in his hand, an amp connected to the corner of the room was waiting as he connected it to the guitar, hands shaking.

“Hi, I’m Gwilym. I’m here to audition for the part of Brian May.” Gwilym said, as he adjusted the sound, before playing the guitar solo for Bohemian Rhapsody, then part of Another One Bites The Dust as he finished, and all of you clapped.

“That was really good Gwilym.” you said, a smile on your face.

“I agree. What makes you the best person for this role?” Brian asked Gwilym as he set the guitar down, twiddling with his fingers as he thought of an answer.

“As someone who has experience in guitar, I’ve noticed that no one can really perfectly represent Brian May, especially a legend like him. But I’m willing to put in my all to represent him and show those who were not born in the same decade, that Queen can still be appreciated.” Gwilym said, as his answer surprised you.

He left and Joe walked in, did his audition and then Rami was the last to come. All of them did their audition, notes being taken on your respective notepads as Rami finished and all of you were left alone once again.

“So, any thoughts?”

“I think we should bring back Rami, Joe, Gwilym, and Ben. They seem to have the best background, and their goal is to achieve the best image of the band. They aren’t interested in what the band did before, they want to introduce Queen to new audiences, younger ones. I think that’s what’s important when casting for a biopic like Bohemian Rhapsody.” you said as Brian and Roger both nodded.

“What about Sacha Baron Cohen?” Bryan Singer asked, as you furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

“I don’t think he’s the best fit for the job.”

“I liked him.” he said, as you shrugged your shoulders, not convinced that he’s the best option for Freddie Mercury.

It all seemed to come down to them, as you all debated over the best course of action to take.

“Let’s have them all send videos of themselves playing their respective instruments or re-creating an official interview with the band members. That could help us determine in the end who we can cast.”

That’s how you all finished, your thoughts set on who was the best in your eyes, as you decided to meet the next day at the same time, to watch the videos the actors would send. You yawned, as you walked out of the building, heading to you car and driving home.

A week had passed, as you had reviewed the videos, prepped music sheets and attended your gigs, as well as wrote your final songs for your newest album. Your week had been packed, the movie taking most of your priority and your thoughts.

You had been called to a roundtable meeting for Friday, as you had gathered all your music sheets, and information for the actors that they might need. Packing everything into a bag, you headed out of your house, locking the door behind you before heading to your car and driving off to another place. Since you were based in LA, you headed to the location the director had sent you, driving into the parking lot and finding the closest open spot. Various cars were occupying the lot, as you sighed out the nerves, before heading inside.

You followed the noise and commotion coming from the end of the hall, as you walked inside the open door, coming face to face with a large table, various actors and crew sitting. Brian and Roger noticed you, as they waved at you, and you headed over, arms full of files and papers. Brian took the papers from you, placing them down on the seat next to him which held a placard with your name and title.

“Thank you, how are you both?” they engulfed you in hugs after you put down your things in your seat.

“Good, darling, what about you? I’ve heard you’ve been busy.” Roger said with a smile as Brian only nodded along.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to finish my album and get some things ready for the cast.” I brought the schedule for rehearsals and where so everything is ready on our side.“ you said with a sigh, as you sat, everyone getting to their seats as the producers and director began to speak to everyone.

"Thank you all for coming today. We would like to welcome the cast of Bohemian Rhapsody: Rami Malek will be portraying Freddie Mercury, Joe Mazzello will be playing John Deacon, Gwilym Lee as Brian May, Ben Hardy as Roger Taylor, Lucy Boynton for Mary Austin, Allen Leech as Paul Prenter, Aiden Gillen as John Reid, Tom Hollander for Jim Beach, Mike Myers as Ray Foster and Aaron McCusker for Jim Hutton. This will be our main cast for now, but let’s welcome them.” everyone clapped as the actors smiled. “We have our Executive Music Producers, Brian May and Roger Taylor, Jim Beach as our producer, and our musical coach, Y/n Y/L/N.” all four of you stood, smiling at everyone before sitting, as the introductions went around.

“So, we have some schedules some of the crew is giving out. We start filming in 6 weeks, which gives everyone enough time to have props ready, as well as give the cast a chance to rehearse. Y/n, since you will be teaching the cast their instruments, I was told you have a schedule for them?” you nodded, as you stood up and rounded the table, heading in front of each of them.

You handed them each a schedule with their times and directions to where they needed to be. “This can and most likely will change, but for now, this is what we’ll be working with. I’ve also hired Polly Bennet as your movement coach for all of you, but mostly for Rami, since Freddie was never choreographed, I believed you wouldn’t want to be either.” you smiled at him, before returning to your seat.

The meeting went on, as everyone talked about their specific input for the movie. After the meeting, all four actors approached you.

“Y/n?” you turned, phone up to your ear as you held up a finger, listening to your manager quickly give out information as you wrote it down on a sticky note before she hung up.

“Sorry about that, my manager called. What’s up?” you smiled at them as Gwilym held out his hand first for you to shake.

“We just wanted to come over and introduce ourselves. I’m Gwilym.”

“Ben.”

“Joe.”

“And you already know me, Y/n.” Rami said as you engulfed him in a hug.

“It’s nice to meet all of you. I look forward to teaching and guiding you through the process of this movie. Are you guys ready to start rehearsals tomorrow?” you asked as they nodded. “Alright. Make sure to meet at the studio at 10am. I’ll be there a little early recording for my album, so if you’re there beforehand, feel free to come in and have a listen.”

They nodded, as you grabbed your things, before waving goodbye to them and heading off.

The beginnings of a journey might become the best experience for you. Queen was always a big part of your childhood, it was what fueled you to become a singer and practice different instruments. Seeing as it was sort of your lucky charm, you prayed that it would bring you some rewards as you worked on the biopic.

Fingers crossed.

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