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Would you interested in writing something like Darius tickling Hunter as a punishment, because he was annoying him. As in father-son bond I just like their dynamic. If not thats fine I just wanted to adk if this is also a dynamic you like.

Hello-ello! Thank you so much for requesting this! This is my first time writing a fanfic, so I really hope you will like it!

I just had to fulfill this request! Hunter and Darius give me such father and son vibes. And since Hunter deserves all the tickles and laughs, Darius makes sure to give his son just the right medicine! ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

Now onto the fanfic !

A tickly punishment

Lee!Hunter Ler!Darius

The clock showed 19:34. It was a peaceful evening in the boiling isles. Outside was already dark, the stars showing on the black sky, lighting it up.

Darius sat at his desk, trying to concentrate on his work, but the constant tapping of Hunter's fingers on the table was driving him insane. He glanced over at him, who was lost in his own world, completely oblivious to the annoyance he was causing.

With a sigh, Darius set down his pen and glared at him. "Hunter," he said, trying to keep his tone patient, "could you please stop tapping your fingers? It's distracting."

Hunter looked up, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh sorry, Darius." he said with a smirk, "I didn't realize it was bothering you."

Darius raised an eyebrow. He knew that look all too well. Hunter was deliberately being difficult, testing his patience just for the fun of it. Well, two could play at that game.

"Alright then," Darius said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "If you insist on being annoying, I'll just have to teach you a lesson."

Before the boy could react, Darius lunged across the desk and picked Hunter up in a cradle to sit down on the bed with the blonde in his arms. Hunter immediately knew what was coming for him.

“W-Wait-! D-Darius!” He wriggled around in his arms. “W-we can talk about this.!”

“Talk?” Darius chuckled, his fingers already itching with mischief, “There’s nothing to discuss, my boy.”He grinned and started to squeeze up and down hunter sides, which resulted a squeal from the teen.

“EEK-!! NohoHooO! Dariuhuhus!!” He wriggled. “StohohoOp—!”

“And what have you done for me to stop tickling you? You’ve been annoying me on purpose the whole time I was working. Perhaps you wanted to be tickled? I think that sounds more truthful.”

That made hunter blush. He did want to be tickled after all.

“Shuhuhut uhuUp-!!” He kept on giggling his head off.

“Shut up?!” Darius barked, offended. (Jokingly of course.) “How dare you say that to me?! That attitude won’t do, little prince.” He then slipped his hands under his shirt to squeeze and wiggle his fingers between Hunters little ribs. Which was definitely one of his worst spots.

“EEHEHEHEEK-! WAHAHAIT!! DAHAHARIUHUS-!!” He squealed, wriggling much more now, trying to escape those evil hands.

Darius grinned even more. He liked seeing this reaction. He knew all the tickle spots in Hunter, and he was going to use them.

“DAHAHARIUHUHUS!! DOHOHONT-! NOHOHOO-!!” The blonde trashed.

Darius raised an eyebrow. “Don’t what? Dont stop tickling? Don’t stop teasing you? Don’t stop counting your ribs? Hold on- I haven’t counted your ribs yet! That won’t do!! Now.. let’s see if you’ve got all your ribs in place!” He started wiggling a few fingers between each rib, as if counting them. “One little rib- two little ribs..-“

That teasy game sent hunter into snorts.

“NAHAHAHAA-!! DAHAHARIUHUHUS— *snort!* SHIHIHIT- NOT THAHAHAT SOHOHOUND—“ He covered his face as he blushed from embarrassment at the sound that just flew out of his mouth.

“Awww, is someone a snorter? That’s cute.” The headwitch teased, only making Hunter blush more. “Awh now— your cute sound made me loose count on your ribs! I have to start all over again! But that’s not a problem is it? Now- ooooonee little rib, two little ribs-“ He vibrated his fingers between the rib-bones.

“DARIUHUHUS!! PLEHEHEASE!! GOHO SOMEWHEHERE— *snort!* EHEHELSE-!!”

He chuckled. “Oh you want me to go somewhere else? Hmm.. where should I goo..” He tapped his fingers on Hunters ribs, as in thought, which made Hunter twitch and giggle. “Ugh, I can’t choose! Hm- guess I’ll go everywhere then.”

The blonde blushed. “W-WHAT?”

Darius made some abomination tentacles to appear, which climbed under Hunters shirt and socks.

“W-WAIT-“ Hunter said nervously.

The tentacles started wiggling and twisting around on his belly, sides, between his ribs, his armpits, neck, feet and knees. The small abominations felt like a hundred buzzing feathers, but in one spot. Hunter almost screamed with laughter from how much that tickled. “WAHAHAHAAIT—! NOHAOHOHOHOOO—! NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAHAT!! ANYTHIHIHING BUT THAHAHAT— *snort!* THATS SO MEHEHEHEEAAAHHAHAN-!!” He wriggled around in his lap, trying to catch the abominations.

“Oh I’m mean? So you’re telling me you’re an angel after annoying me for an hour? Let’s be real.” Darius grinned with satisfaction.

“OH TITAHAHAHAAN-!! DAHAHAHARIUHUHUS- PLHEEHEHEHEEAHAHASE!! IT TICKLEHEHEHEHES-!!!” He begged, starting to get tears in his eyes.

“Oh it tickles? Never would have known.” The headwitch answered.

“PHLEHEHEHEHEASE-!!” Hunter begged again.

"Alright, alright," Darius said, chuckling as he ruffled Hunters hair. "I think you've learned your lesson." He removed the tickly tentacles, smiling down at him.

Hunter grinned up at his father, his cheeks flushed and his eyes sparkling with laughter. Despite the chaos and the occasional annoyance, moments like these were what made their father-son bond so special.

"Thanks, Dad," Hunter said, still breathless from laughter. "I needed that."

“Dad.?” Darius almost teared up.

“C-can I call you that.?” Hunter asked nervously.

Darius hugged him tightly, stroking his hair. “Please do, my son.” A tear ran down his cheek in emotion.

Darius smiled fondly at Hunter through tears, and Hunter smiled back, feeling loved.

“Thanks dad.”

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#the owl house #hunter toh #toh darius #darius deamonne #hunter wittebane #sfw tickle community #owl house #lee #ler #fluff #tickle fic #tickle fluff #hunter is such a lee istg.

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fluffy-lee · 3 years

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Part 10 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Y/n and Peter decide to take a bike ride and picnic on a beautiful summer day.

You woke up at Bucky’s side. He was sound asleep. You sat up in bed and saw that Sam had already gotten up and gone downstairs. Steve was also still asleep. Sun from the window was shining directly on him. The storm had fully passed and it was sunny and clear again, another beautiful day, to say the least.

Suddenly, you were snatched back down into Bucky’s arms. You giggled and cuddled him.

“Morning Y/n/n.” Bucky said groggily.

“Good morning!” You replied.

“Why do you always wake up so early?” He asked, eyes closed and resting his cheek on your head.

“I’m just used to it, and I like to.” You shrugged.

Just then, Steve stretched and opened his eyes.

“Good morning, sunshine!” You quipped.

“Mmmmhh.” Steve groaned, pulling the covers over his head.

“Woooow someone’s grumpy!” Bucky teased, making you giggle. “Maaaybe he needs snuggles!”

You jumped out of bed with a big smile on your face, followed by Bucky.

“Noooo.” Steve grumbled from under the covers.

You hopped right on to him and ripped the covers off him, before wrapping the tired super soldier in a cuddle. Bucky joined in and Steve couldn’t hide his grin.

“You two are the bane of my existence.” Steve said hoarsely.

“Now that’s not very nice!” You cried dramatically, shooting your fingers to the sides of his ribs to tickle him. It most definitely worked.

Steve's eyes went wide and his contagious laughter filled the room. Bucky joined in on the attack, laying on Steve’s legs and tickling his belly. The tickles made Steve a thousand times weaker than normal and he wanted to just throw you two off of him, but he wouldn’t, not wanting to risk anyone getting hurt, so he had to use his strength to just take it.

“PUHLEHEHEHEASE STOHAHAHAP!”

“Nahh!” You and Bucky said in unison.

You didn’t want to stop. Steve’s laughter was the best. You knew he needed you to stop, however, because he was turning red. That rarely happens, so you let up, followed by Bucky. You and Bucky laughed while Steve caught his breath. After he recovered, he gave you both a warning look, with full intention of revenge. You gulped, and Bucky thought he could probably put up a fight if Steve tried anything. Steve put a hand on your back, and flipped you over in an instant, tossing Bucky off of him and trapping you under him.

“OOOOH NOHOHO! DADDY HEEELP!” You squealed with a big smile. This was way too much fun.

Bucky began trying to fight Steve, but Steve used so much of his strength to pull Bucky down next to you, and he was successful. He used his legs to trap you and Bucky, and you were way easier to keep still, but Bucky was still trying to fight, but he gave up as soon as Steve dug a hand into both of your bellies.

You and Bucky cried with laughter, much to Steve’s amusement.

“This is what you two get!”

It wasn’t long before Bucky, who just couldn’t stand how much it tickled, broke free and rolled over catching his breath, leaving just you to face Steve’s wrath.

“Ihihihi’m sohohohorry!” You giggled as he shook your tummy.

“You better be!” Steve growled.

“Eeehhehehe! It tickles!” You squeaked.

“Ohhh does it? I bet I can make it tickle even more!” Steve teased, and lifted up your shirt a little to tickle your bare tummy.

Residual giggles poured out of you and Steve chuckled at you and Bucky.

“Well, I’m going back to sleep!” Steve teased, collapsing on you and pretending to sleep.

“Nohoho Steve I can’t stay here I have to go help decorate for your birthday tomorrow!”

“Oh alright Y/n/n. Let’s get up then.” Steve said, getting out of bed, followed by Bucky.

Bucky and Steve went to brush their teeth and you went to you and Natasha’s bathroom and got ready for the day.

You went downstairs to see everyone except Peter and Thor were awake. You started making coffee for everyone while Bucky made you breakfast. Soon, Thor came downstairs, followed by Peter. You handed Thor his coffee.

“Thank you, Princess!”

You sat down next to Bucky and ate breakfast. When you were finished, Wanda brought out a basket of Fourth of July decorations, and you, Wanda, Thor, and Nat began decorating the house. Everyone else went to sit outside and chat on the porch.

Thor lifted you up on his shoulders so you could hang streamers.

After an hour or so, the whole place was decked out in red, white, and blue.

“Steve, it's all done!” You cheered, popping your head out the screen door to the porch.

Steve smiled and stood up from his chair to come see the inside.

“Wow, it looks really nice, honey! Thank you!” He said, kissing your cheek. “You’re just the sweetest!” He showered your cheeks with kisses, making you giggle.

You gave Steve a tour of all the little details you put into all the decorating.

A little later, you were walking down the hall when Peter turned the corner in front of you.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” He said.

“Oh what’s up?” You asked.

“I found something!” He smirked.

You followed Peter out to the shed. He opened the doors to reveal two vintage style bikes with baskets.

“You wanna get outta here?” He grinned.

You smiled excitedly and nodded.

You and Peter told everyone you were going for a bike ride and went into the kitchen and began filling a picnic basket. Steve came in to help.

“Here fill these with lemonade.” Steve suggested, holding up two mason jars.

“Oh, perfect! Thanks!” You said.

You began filing them with ice when a devious idea came to mind. You looked over to see Steve’s back was turned to you. Perfect. You took the jar and dumped the ice down the back of Steve’s shirt. Steve jumped around startled by the extremely cold feeling stuck on his back.

“OOOHHH! Ohohoho nohohoho! YOU LITTLE-” Steve yelled as you and Peter cried with laughter. You took off running, but only made it to the hallway before Steve snatched you up. He didn’t even hesitate to tackle you to the carpet.

“You never learn do you, you little brat!” Steve teased through gritted teeth.

You gave him your sweetest smile through your giggles. “I’m sorry Steve!”

“You being all cute isn’t gonna save you from the TICKLE MONSTER!” He growled, slipping his hand under your shirt, tormenting your ribs. Wow. He really wasn’t going to have mercy.

You screamed and laughed so hard, you could barely breathe.

“Tickytickytickyticky!” Steve teased evilly, making you blush. You can’t stand that and he is well aware of the fact.

His fingers danced down to your tummy and you thrashed and tried so hard to push him off, but he had you pinned. To make it worse, he began blowing raspberries in your neck.

“Stehehevie plehehehease!” You cried through your laughter. You rarely ever call him “Stevie” so he knew you were desperate.

“Awww what’s the matter, huh? Did you think I was gonna let you get away with pouring ice down my shirt?” Steve suddenly latched his hands onto your sides and began squeezing. A weakness of yours. “No! You knew! You knew I was going to tickle you for that!” He quipped.

Your face heated up again and you tried to hide your face by turning over toward the carpet, but Steve pushed you so you couldn’t, and he gently grabbed your jaw, squishing your cheeks, forcing you to look at him as he shook your tummy with his other hand. Steve smacked his lips.

“That’s why you did it!” Steve chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You swear you died of flusteredness right then and there. Before you could even think, Steve was attacking your underarms and you were belly laughing. You could no longer fight back. You just laid there and took it. His hands danced around your neck and collarbones. It tickled so much you thought you were going to pass out.

“STOP I CAN’T TAHAHAKE IT! STOHOHOHOP!” You begged. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile and ceased his tickles.

“Stevie! Hehehehe I can’t take it! It tickles too much!” Steve mocked you, before blowing more raspberries on your neck.

You just laughed more and pushed at his chest to get him to quit. He finally did and he stood up and grabbed you by the ankle, carrying you back to the kitchen upside down while you giggled your heart out.

“Here Peter. I think she’s still alive.” Steve joked, handing you to Peter.

Peter scooped you up, holding you baby style.

“You two are silly!” He chuckled, looking down at your face.

He set you down and he had everything ready to go.

Bucky walked in the kitchen shirtless with his swimsuit on and sunglasses on his head

“You two try not to get into any trouble. I’m going to relax in the pool.’ Bucky said, hugging your neck. “Bye giggles!” He teased, giving you tickly kisses on your ear, of course making you giggle.

“Byehehehe!”

Peter grabbed the basket and you two headed out the back door onto the porch. You were walking down the steps when you stopped in your tracks and went back up the steps, slowly approaching Steve where he sat in his chair chatting away. He looked over and glared at you teasingly.

“The AUDACITY!” He joked. “You better watch it!”

You cupped your face in your hands nervously. “I just have a question!”

“Hmm?”

You walked up to him and wrapped your hands around his bicep. “Can I take your shield?”

Steve shrugged, shaking his head with a smile. “Pffff I mean I guess so!” He answered, unsure as to why you wanted to take it.

You giggled. “Thanks!”

You ran inside and grabbed his shield, putting it on your back like Steve always does. It was so big on you. You and Peter wanted to practice throwing it, plus it was good protection… besides bringing Spider-Man himself.

Steve smiled when he saw you run down the steps with his shield on your back.

You and Peter took off down the trail on your bikes. The scenery was beautiful. The two of you went so far you passed many meadows. The wild flowers, the trees, the mountains. It was like a movie. You were riding past the edge of brush and trees when you spotted something.

“Peter look! Blueberries!” You shouted.

“Oh nice!” Peter cheered.

You hopped off your bikes and ate some. They were delicious.

“There are so many! We should make a pie!”

You and Peter filled your bike basket with blueberries, eating them as you did so. You ended up practicing throwing the shield with Peter. He was really good at it. You could use some work but you were getting better. After a while, you decided it was a good time to rest, so you laid a blanket out under a shady tree and began eating the picnic. You and Peter began trying to catch grapes in your mouth. Peter caught every single one you threw, but you were struggling to catch any of them, making you and Peter laugh.

“Sounds like you need some motivation!” Peter started.

“Oh no.”

“If you don’t catch this grape, I’m gonna tickle you.” He warned with a smirk.

Butterflies rushed to your tummy,

“That is not fair!” You panicked. “No! I can’t! I’ll-”

“THREE TWO ONE!” Peter interrupted, tossing you the grape.

You tried to catch it. You really did, but it wasn’t good enough.

You looked over at Peter warily. He had a teasing glare. You crossed your arms over your body nervously, unable to hide the big smile on your face as Peter crawled towards you, before grabbing your ankle and pulling you to the ground under him. He squeezed your thigh and you squealed, not expecting it. He laughed along with you as he squeezed both your thighs and knees, driving you crazy.

“Why are your knees so ticklish?! I have never seen such!” He teased.

“Ihihihi dohohohon’t knohohow!”

Peter chuckled and pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while tormenting your underarms with the other, switching between the two. You squeezed your eyes shut as you laughed. You couldn’t move very much because he was straddling you. He eventually unpinned your wrists and went to town on your underarms making you slam your arms to your sides, trapping his hands.

“Mwuahahaha! You have fallen into my tickle trap! I’m going to tickle you foreverrrr!” He teased in an “evil” voice.

All you could do was belly laugh.

He somehow kept his thumbs under your arms while his other fingers reached up to tickle your collarbones and neck. You went in and out of silent laughter. This was definitely effective.

“Ohhh! I just remembered your new tickle spot!” Peter piped up after a while. He pinned your arms to your sides as he nuzzled his way under your chin.

“OHOHOHO NO! NOHOHO!” You cried with laughter as Peter blew several tickly raspberries on the front of your neck.

Your voice became raspy and Peter knew you had enough.

“Cutie.” Peter chuckled letting you go.

You sat up and looked at him bashfully. He laughed at that.

...

You leaned against the tree and Peter laid his head in your lap, looking up at you.

“Don’t you think this is a little romantic, Pete?” You chuckled.

“I don’t care. You’re my best friend.” Peter mused.

You smiled at each other. You ran your hand through his curls. You couldn’t help it. His hair was soft. He handed you an earbud, and you put it in. He played The Funeral by Band of Horses. You listened, and stared out into the beautiful field in front of you, the sounds of birds chirping and cicadas in your other ear. Peaceful.

Peter fell asleep in your lap, so you decided to let him sleep. A few minutes passed when you spotted someone in the field in front of you. They were staring. It gave you the creeps, but you figured they’d move on… until you saw them vanish in thin air. Like magic. You were so scared, you couldn’t speak. You gripped sleeping Peter’s wrist. Your breathing hitched in your throat. Did you just see a ghost? The figure then appeared closer on the edge of the woods. Close enough for you to make it out. Your fear lessened, but you still felt a little scared. You slowly cupped Peter’s head in your hands, moving out from under him. You could tell he was really out by his soft snores. You were able to slip out from under him, and lay his head down on the blanket, not waking him. You stood up and slowly made your way toward the woods. You followed the figure a little ways in, until he stopped and turned around to face you.

“Why are you here?” You whispered.

“You don’t think I’d show up to that house filled with my enemies, do you?” Loki asked.

“You have a point. You don’t consider me an enemy?”

Loki shook his head “no.”

“Why are you here?” You asked again.

“I have a message for you to give to my brother.” Loki explained, handed you an old looking paper, rolled up and tied with a green ribbon. “You have two days to give it to him.”

“Only two?!”

“It’s the best I can do... ‘Till we meet again, Princess.” Loki said. He bowed, and disappeared before your eyes with a green light.

You unrolled the message and tried to read it. You sighed. It was in Asgardian.

“Two days.”

“Y/N?! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” You heard Peter cry with worry.

You stuffed the message in your pocket.

“Peter! I’m here!’ You replied, jogging back to him.

“Oh thank God. I had a strange dream.” Peter panted, hugging you.

You realized Loki placed a sleep spell over Peter.

“It’s alright, Peter! You must’ve been tired.”

“I guess so. I think… I think we should head back now.” Peter trailed off. “Don’t leave my side again, you understand me?” He said sternly, holding your wrist.

“I understand. Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” You said looking down.

Peter kissed your head. “It’s alright.”

...

When you returned, you hid the message in your pillowcase. You didn’t want things to change just yet. You decided you’d give Thor his message in secret. You didn’t want anyone besides him to know that you’ve been around Loki. You put on your swimsuit and joined Peter, Bucky, Steve, and Nat in the pool. You swam for a few hours before drying off and relaxing inside for a while. You fell asleep on Bucky’s chest on the couch while he watched TV, stroking your hair. He was warm and you loved to listen to his heartbeat.

...

“Wake up, Y/n! Dinner’s ready.” Bucky cooed, shaking you awake. You stretched. You were so comfy you didn’t want to move.

“No, let's just stay here.” You replied groggily.

“You leave me no choice.” Bucky sighed and began tickling your back and sides. You burst into giggles, making him smile. “You gonna get up, Y/n/n?”

“Yehehehes!” You answered, rolling off him to your feet.

“Well look who’s awake!” Tony teased, scooping you up into a hug. He smelled nice and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t you fall asleep on me now!” He chuckled, tickling you the same way Bucky did.

“Oohohokay! Okahahay I’M AWAKE!” You protested, making everyone laugh.

You sat between Nat and Thor at dinner. You put the message in the back of your mind and enjoyed time with your family.

...

“I’ll tell him tomorrow night, in secret, after the fireworks show.” You thought to yourself as you stood on the dock, watching the sunset over the lake.

“Hey! Y/n! We’re having a fire!” Nat called from the top of the hill.

“Okay!” You replied.

Loki’s haunting voice rang in your head.

“Two days.”

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hystericalrogertaylor · 5 years

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Reconnecting (Chapter Twelve)

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader

Word count: 2529

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger have been friends since the cradle. When they’re suddenly pulled apart and reconnected years later, they both can tell that the relationship has evolved. They lead very different lifestyles now. Can they continue what they had, or go for something more, with this gap between them?

Warnings: A mugging (violence), cussing, drinking, mentioned sex

A/N: I did not combine the names of my two doctors to make the doctor’s name in this chapter...nope...not at all... Also, I’m sorry if the gif doesn’t move on a computer, I don’t know what’s up with it. And on mobile it may look like one big block of text but there are paragraph breaks! I’m sorry it looks so awkward, I’ll try to figure it out.

Master list

(Not linking the Spotify playlist because Tumblr’s been having issues with Spotify or something. Either way, it’s not working.)

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You were struggling, mentally and physically. Mentally because your life was not where you wanted it to be and everything seemed to be going wrong. Physically because you were stumbling down the streets, trying to remember how to get home. You only realized half an hour after leaving the bar that you probably should’ve let John help you home. You were so out of it at that point, however, that you didn’t even hear the footsteps of the men behind you.

“Hey,” one of them called out threateningly. You turned around, trying to focus your vision on what was in front of you. “Give us the bag.”

“What?” you slurred, still not understanding what was happening.

“Give us your bag!” a short, angry man yelled.

“No!” You hugged your purse to your chest, backing away slowly. “No, it’s mine!”

One of the men, the tallest of the bunch, stepped forwards and grabbed one of the straps, yanking on it as hard as he could. Being drunk and weak, you lost your grip on it, falling forward onto your knees from the force of having the object yanked from your arms. One of the men kicked you in the ribs before turning tail and running away with the others.

You lay there for God knows how long, groaning in pain and trying to contain your tears. You didn’t want anyone to find you, fearing the worst could happen. Eventually, you pulled yourself up with the help of a bush, this time limping on towards your house.

When you finally arrived, you slammed the door shut and slid down the wall, finally letting out all your tears. You could feel that your ribs were bruising, and taking a breath in hurt. Not to mention you were without all of your cash, ID’s, credit cards, and key to get into the studio.

You phoned Freddie’s house about an hour later, after finally having been able to calm down. “Hello, Paul Prenter speaking, Freddie Mercury’s house,” the person on the other line said.

“Paul, I need to talk to Freddie.” You yawned, the alcohol and crazy night catching up to you.

“He’s busy, (L/n),” Paul said, clearly annoyed. “What do you want?”

“I want to talk to Freddie,” you said, slurring your words together again.

“No.” With that, Paul hung up on you.

You sighed, flopping down on the couch. The rest of the band was likely asleep, meaning you couldn’t call them for help getting into the studio tomorrow. Well, you knew Roger was most definitely not asleep, but you didn’t want him to pick up the phone in the middle of having sex with some random woman.

You decided to just go to bed; you’d figure it out in the morning. You stumbled into the bedroom, getting under the covers without even taking off your day clothes. James stirred, but you thankfully didn’t wake him.

While Roger was sharing a bed with some one night stand, you were sharing a bed with James for the first time in forever.

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“Who was that?” Freddie asked, looking over at Paul. The two of them had gone back to Freddie and Mary’s flat after things at the bar had calmed down. They were watching a movie and getting more drunk when they got your call. Freddie and Mary had been laughing too hard at something to be able to hear Paul say your last name.

“No one.” Paul sat back down, unmuting the movie.

Freddie frowned. “Well, it couldn’t have been no one if they have my number.”

Paul rolled his eyes. “It’s no big deal, (Y/n) just wanted to tell you she’d gotten home safely.”

“All right…” Freddie was skeptical. He made a mental note to call you back once the movie was over. But he never got the chance; he passed out five minutes later.

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Roger did end up having sex with the girl. Her name was either Amanda or Amara, he couldn’t remember. He sat at the foot of his bed, smoking a cigarette while she was fast asleep behind him. All he could think was that the experience was so unspeakably boring.

He’d done this countless times before. How many women had he brought home and done the exact same thing with? They’d want the same type of boring, everyday sex, which was fine with him at first, but now it all felt wrong. He felt like there was something better he could be doing with his time.

The entire time, he also couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, like there was something in his life he needed to fix. But he couldn’t pinpoint it. He only realized as he smoked that cigarette what it was. It was things with you.

He hadn’t seen you leave the bar, and the empty pit in his stomach was the anxiety he felt. He had seen you take those shots, and he knew you’d be drunk. He wanted you to be safe. He acknowledged that he’d been irrationally angry, and going and finding a woman just to spite you made him kind of an asshole. Okay, a supreme asshole. The king of the assholes.

“Rogieeeeee,” Amanda/Amara suddenly whined, drawing out the last syllable. “Rogie, come back here. Let’s do that again.” He looked back and saw her sitting up, sheets pooled around her waist, smirking.

He rolled his eyes, turning back around. “Not interested.”

She slowly crawled over to Roger, hugging him from behind, making sure one of her hands landed low on his stomach. “C’mon, babe. While the night’s still young.” She leaned her head down, biting his neck, no doubt leaving another mark.

Roger groaned, rolling his shoulder back to push her off. Amanda/Amara sat back onto the bed, letting out another whine. “Why nooooot?”

“Because I’ve got shit to fix.” Roger stood up, not even bothering to put pants or boxers back on. He flew into his living room, picking up the phone and dialing your phone number as fast as he could.

But you didn’t pick up. Because you were asleep. Roger slammed the phone down, putting his head in his hand with shame.

---

You managed to get to the studio first the next day. You wanted to be there when the next person got there, so they could let you in.

That next person ended up being John. He looked relieved to see you alive. Without mentioning last night or the way you were still limping, he unlocked the door and walked with you into the studio.

Brian came next, and then Freddie, which was strange. Freddie never arrived before the rest of the band. Where was Roger? You knew the answer, but just didn’t want to admit it.

Roger walked in almost an hour late. He had a coat on, a scarf around his neck, and a small bouquet of roses in his hand. You tried to avoid looking at him and the scarf, which you knew was covering various hickeys, but the roses caught your eye. He hovered awkwardly by the door for a few seconds before shuffling over to you. He held out the roses to you, not making eye contact. “These, um...these are for you.”

You blinked, grabbing them out of his hand. “Um, thanks. But, why?”

Roger sighed, actually looking at you now. “Because I feel bad. I was a jerk last night and you didn’t deserve to be snapped at like that.”

You smiled, setting the roses down on the couch and standing up. “How thoughtful, thank you Roger.” You opened your arms, inviting him into a hug.

He breathed a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around you tightly. However, he squeezed in the wrong place on your back, causing your ribs to flare up with pain. You yelped, falling back into your seat with his arms still around you.

Roger took a step back, frowning. “What? What happened?”

You put a hand on your ribs, taking a few deep breaths. “Ugh, if that guy cracked my rib--”

“What?” Roger asked more insistently. “If who cracked your rib? Did James--?” The look in his eyes could kill.

“No,” you answered quickly. “No, not James. I was mugged, but I’m fine.” You slowly leaned onto the armrest, trying to ease the pain.

Roger’s eyes went wide, and he looked like he was trying not to cry. “W-when?”

“After I left the bar last night.”

Roger nodded, pressing his lips together. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Just my dignity.” You tried to laugh, but Roger didn’t want to play along.

“Guys, I’m taking (Y/n) to the hospital,” Roger stated to everyone else, reaching out a hand to help you up.

You chuckled. “Rog, I’m fine, trust me. I’m not in too much pain if I don’t mess with it. Or shower.”

“Remember when we both broke our arms when I fell out of that tree?” Roger asked suddenly.

“Um...yeah?”

“You ran for help, even when you were in excruciating pain. You helped me. And now it’s about time I helped you.” He grabbed your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Awww, how adorable!” Freddie practically squealed from the corner of the room, a large, toothy smile on his face. You smiled while Roger rolled his eyes at Freddie’s antics.

Roger helped you off the couch and assisted you out into the parking lot. The two of you took his car to the nearest emergency room. He helped you into the building, because the pain had slowly gotten worse since you’d gotten up that morning. You checked in, told the receptionist the problem, and waited for a tech to call you back for a CT scan and X-ray.

Your best friend stayed with you the whole time. He stood off to the side, with a heavy shawl draped over his whole body to protect from radiation, as you got the X-ray, and stood right next to you, in a similar heavy garment, talking to you soothingly while you were sent into a large donut for the CT scan. You felt a million times better with him there next to you.

You and Roger waited in an exam room for what felt like forever. Finally, a doctor named Dr. Hinton came in, holding the results of your X-ray and CT scan.

“The X-ray didn’t show us anything,” he explained, “which is a good sign, it means nothing is seriously broken. The CT scan, however, showed us a couple of fractures. Nothing terrible, but you’ll still need to treat it. We recommend some pain meds and icing the area as much as you can. Does it hurt to breathe?” You nodded. “Okay, well, you can’t be afraid to breathe deeply. You need to do that so your lungs don’t get weaker, you could get pneumonia. Try not to do too many strenuous things, you could make the injury worse. Come back and see me in a week.”

You and Roger then took a trip to the local drug stores to get one of those ice bags people use in cartoons when they injure themselves, and then to a grocery store for a large bag of ice. Roger filled the ice pack in the parking lot before gently placing it on your abdomen area. “There,” he whispers. “Feel good?”

You nodded, putting your hand over Roger’s and holding the ice pack in place. “Thank you so much for helping me,” you said, looking up at him.

He gave you a sad smile. “My pleasure. I’m sorry I acted like a dick last night. I just...need to learn to control my temper.”

“Took you twenty-six years to figure that out?” you joked, nudging him in the arm with your other fist.

Roger nodded, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, you’d think I would’ve gotten it before this.” He moved his hand to your face, kneeling down so he could be more level with you. “You know I care about you, right? I know I can be a whiny little bitch at times, but I’ll always be there for you when you need me.”

You smiled, grabbing his hand and holding it. “I know, Rog. And I greatly appreciate you and everything you’ve ever done for me.”

Roger sighed, pulling his hand away and going to sit in the driver’s seat of his car. He started the engine, driving off towards his house.

---

The two of you sat on Roger’s couch, cuddled up together, watching a movie while you iced your rib. You couldn’t help but wonder, as you sat there happy as could be, if this could be your life. He’d kissed you, you could tell he had feelings for you. But could you actually date a person like Roger Taylor?

“Hey Roger?” you asked.

“What’s up?” he responded, suddenly more alert. “Do you need more ice? Are you in pain?”

“No, I’m fine.” You slowly repositioned yourself so you could see his face. “I was just wondering...just...what am I to you?”

Roger blinked, as if he didn’t understand the question. “Well, you’re my best friend.”

“No, but...do you want me to be more to you?” When he still looked confused, you kept talking. “I mean, we kissed at that bar the other night, I was wondering if that meant you wanted a different kind of relationship with me.”

Roger thought about it for a second. “I mean, that sounds nice, but you know I’m not stellar at dating.”

“I know,” you answered. “But, if you really like me in that way, then maybe you’d be more willing to try?”

Roger sighed. “Probably not,” he admitted.

You felt like you’d been punched in the gut. “But...why not?”

You could tell he was getting agitated. “I don’t know! Because...ugh. I’m too rowdy for you. I party too hard and have too much sex and drink and smoke too much, while you’d rather stay home and drink some warm tea and read a book. We weren’t meant for each other.”

You blinked your tears away. “Roger, that’s crazy. If we both like each other, we should be making an effort to see if we could make a relationship work!”

Roger shook his head. “There’s no point. Eventually, you’re going to get tired of having a boyfriend who comes home at four in the morning, drunk and horny, all the fucking time.”

“Better than what I’m dealing with now!” you shouted. As the shock registered on Roger’s face, you tried to smooth over what you’d just said. “Let’s not fight, we just made up. Let’s just watch the movie. Forget I said anything.”

Roger looked like he was going to blow up again. He sat back, taking several deep breaths. “Do you want to stay over tonight?” he asked suddenly.

You sighed, leaning over onto him again. “Yeah,” you breathed. “I suppose.”

The two of you sat in silence. The movie played, but neither of you were interested. He was busy thinking about how he’d just fucked up, and you were too busy scolding yourself for having such a foolish dream of a life with Roger.

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