#what a wild fucking thing to cling to. thats what youre caught up on? that? that? how about i fucking block you
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DAMN im pissed. "not being deadnamed bc thats the legal name on birth certificate" FUCK you man. i hope your house falls apart FUCK you. biggest middle finger i can muster. tell me youre a little bitch without saying youre a little bitch. cant stand you motherfuckers
#fool's monologue#im cool. people online are so fucking awful sometimes.#you hear that fucking horrible news and THATS what youre sticking to? what a fucking shitshow. be better. rethink yourself and have some#fucking humanity#what a wild fucking thing to cling to. thats what youre caught up on? that? that? how about i fucking block you#im a little emotional i admit. it just fucking hurts#he was just a southerner kid#fuck man#im cool now im just. went from rage to sadness to rage again to just melancholy#how many times are we gonna have to see this. not just for trans people. in general. for so many marginalized ppl how many times are ppl#gonna get killed because the government is fcking incompetent#i mean i BEEN knew this. i hate the government for a very strong reason#it just fills me with such a fucking. man.#this cant keep happening#that was a hate crime. they refuse to say it is but thats what it was.#sorry i know all of this is dark i should be positive but equally#it always hits the worst to see. man. fuck. that fucking hurts!!!!!! that fucking hurts!!!!! it doesnt change the fact that it hurts
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A game of beer pong (Reader x Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello x Gwilym Lee)
Authors note: This concept came to me watching a youtube video and i have not been able to stop thinking about it since. Taking matters into my own hands, here is a smutty fic about it. Sorry its without Rami. Also, english is not my first language so sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. It has also been literally 7 years since i last wrote anything that wasnt for school. Smut is also not my strong suit. Sorry it sucks. I, however, once had a smutty one direction one shot series that had 50 K readers on onedirectionfancition.com woops thats embarrasing
Warning: SMUT, reader x Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello x Gwilym Lee, some guy x guy action (blink and you miss it), drinking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms
Word count: 4.2 K
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Lounging on the sofa, your head in Joes lap and feet on Gwils, the night had taken a dull turn when someone had decided to put on a movie on Netflix. In fact, no one really paid attention to it, just mindlessly scrolling through their phones, occasionally showing each other funny pictures. Ben pulled out a rather unflattering picture of a woman clinging on to a pillow and said, “look this is Y/N right now”.
“Oh fuck off Hardy, you’re just jealous Joe is getting all the attention and not you”
“Maybe I’m more jealous that you’re the one getting to lay in his lap”, Ben teased back at you.
“I know you are”, you said cuddling further into Joes lap. His hand stroked you hair.
“Wow guys, there is more than enough of me to go around”, Joe laughed.
“Why am I always the one being left out of things like this”, Gwil said, faking being hurt as he clutched his chest over his heart.
The teasing continued back and forth, but eventually, it died down and the boys went back to their scrolling. You however, had had enough.
“Guys, let’s do something fun! It’s a Friday night and here we are, sober and almost falling asleep! You´re so boring” you said standing up.
“Well, what do you suggest, YN”, Gwil asked. You simply went over to the cupboard where you knew Joe kept his booze. After successfully finding a full bottle of vodka, you also pulled out a six-pack of beers from the fridge and some red cups from another cupboard.
“What are you even doing?”, Joe asked, stunned that you were raiding his flat like it was your own.
“Setting up beer pong, duh! Now, do you have any balls?”
“I´ll show you balls”, Ben snickered, earning a wicked grin and wink from you. Joe groaned but went to his spare bedroom, shortly emerging with a few table-tennis balls in his hands.
“Perfect! Now get up you guys! This will be fun I swear”, you beamed at their reluctant faces.
“Alright, what are the rules then YN” Gwil questioned, helping you set up two triangles of glasses.
“We will play in teams of two, and the aim is like always to get the ball into the opponents cup. If you do manage to get it into their cup, the person on the other team whose go is next, has to drink the contents of that cup” you started pouring beer into some cups, and vodka into others.
“After drinking, you have to do a dare set by the other team. If the person throwing misses the cup however, they have to answer a question from the other team”, you finished, going to stand on one side of the table. Ben immediately followed and stood next to you.
“I want to be on YNs team, you guys suck at beer pong” he laughed towards Joe and Gwil who went to stand on the opposite side.
“Your loss, YN” Joe smugly said.
The game started innocent, with Joe missing the first cup and had to answer who his celebrity crush was. Now, it was Bens turn. He missed by half an inch, earning a loud laugh from Gwil and Joe. Their question for Ben, however, had you gasping.
“Ok, this game is not going to be boring. Ben, where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex”, Joe said with a ´cool as a cat´ tone in his voice. Your eyes went wide, and you saw Ben shift uncomfortably next to you.
“Wow, okay, uhm.. I guess in a car. Im not that adventurous really”, he said, a blush creeping onto his gorgeous face. Both Gwil and Joe started singing “im in love with my car” on top of their lungs. Off key obviously. You on the other hand, felt a pit in your stomach. Of course, Ben was ridiculously hot, but you’ve never thought of him in that way. Until now. Fuck. You wanted him to fuck you in his car, slowly fogging up the windows. This was going to be a fun game, and damn you had every intention on getting them all flustered by the end of it.
Gwil was next, and the ball went straight into the cup like it was no biggie. The cup, of course, was one of the vodka ones. You whined but poured it down your throat, followed by a few coughs.
“What is the dare then”, you questioned already feeling the alcohol mix with your blood. Gwil turned to Joe and started whispering to him, a devilish smirk planted on their faces. Shit.
“We dare you to, in detail, act out your last wet dream”, Joe said eyeing you down. You could hardly believe your own ears. They wanted you to do what!?
“No way I’m doing that, that’s ridiculous”, you stated. How could you even begin to tell them that it included all of them, this table, and lots of orgasms.
“And besides, you won’t be able to contain yourself if I were to do it”
“Fine, but we need some sort of punishment if we don’t do the dares”, Ben stated. You all nodded.
“How about, we have to remove an article of clothing if we refuse”, you said, toying with the hem of your shirt. You could hear Ben doing a sharp intake of breath and muttering “bloody hell” under his breath. However, they all agreed saying it was a great idea, and you complied. Trying to not look like a dork while taking your pants off, you turned around and pulled them down your legs. When you finally turned around, which took like a year Gwil thought, you were met with three pairs of eyes studying you hungrily. Thank god you had put on a (slightly see through) lace set from fenty.
“Guys pick your jaws up of the floor! My turn”, you stated smugly. You were simply loving the effect you had on them, and boy were you only getting started.
Having played beer pong a fair few times, you hit the cup with ease. Joe groaned and downed the beer inside of it, before looking at you with a questioning look, waiting for his dare. Before you could even get a single word out, Ben blurted out:
“Suck a hickey onto YNs neck”. His eyes were dark as he looked between you and Joe. The latter looked like a deer caught in headlights, so you decided to make things easier for him and walked over to the other side of the table.
“Go on then, do your best”, you whispered in his ear and saw him visibly shiver before bringing his lips to your neck. The soft moans leaving your mouth as you tangled your hands in his hair had him feeling lightheaded. Gwil and Ben was watching with awe, uncomfortably shifting in their positions on either side of the table. This game had taken a turn which none of them had seen coming, but that they found themselves desperately wanting. Their pants growing tighter and tighter.
Joes lips left your neck with a pop, and he studied his masterpiece with a smug look on his face. His confidence had suddenly shifted.
“My turn”, he whispered into your neck, this time you were the one shivering. He pulled apart from you and went to do his shot which he of course made.
The game went on for several rounds, leaving two cups left on Gwil and Joes side, and three left on yours and Bens side. The dares and questions were only getting more and more raunchy, hitting peak when you had to pretend to do oral on a cucumber. Gwil and Ben were stood only in their boxers after being too shy to answer some of you and Joes wild questions. However, you still had your t-shirt and underwear one, the same as Joe.
It was Gwils turn, and the ball went straight into the cup. His eyes were drilling holes into you as you finished the beer.
“I dare you to make out with me”, he said in a moment of bravery, surprising even himself. You did not need to be asked twice. He looked divine where he stood, only wearing boxers which left very little to the imagination. You walked over and put your arms around his neck before crashing your lips onto his. His tongue immediately swept over your lips asking for permission to enter, which you gladly granted. He pulled you close to your body and you could feel how hard he was against your stomach. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss and pressing yourself harder against him, earning a groan back. Ben and Joe looked at the two of you with lust in their eyes, their own boners feeling almost painful against their boxers.
After what felt like just a few seconds, you pulled away from Gwil and immediately went back to your spot to throw the ball. Acting like you weren’t even faced by the moment of intimacy a few seconds ago, you threw the ball straight into the cup. This time, Joe was the one receiving the dare.
“I dare you, Joe, to make out with Ben”, you said and placing a hand on Bens naked back. To your surprise, neither boys even though about it twice before crashing their lips against each other. As the kiss grew more heated, their dicks rubbing against each other slightly, you groaned. Wetness had started to pool in your underwear ages ago, and you were sure the boys were clearly able to see through your lacy panties at this point
“Fuck that’s so hot”, you muttered under your breath as they pulled apart.
“We aim to please, YN”, Ben winked your way earning another groan from the depth of your throat. There was a very apparent wet spot on the front of his grey boxers, telling you that you weren’t the only one enjoying the game.
Joe was up next, and he missed.
“Describe the last time you jerked off, and what or who you thought about”, Ben asked him earning a protest from Joe.
“That’s not fair, that’s embarrassing as fuck”, he whined.
“Well I guess you will have to take off your shirt then handsome”, you said swirling your wine glass that you had poured yourself a few rounds ago. He whined again but pulled his shirt off and threw it at the other pile of clothes in the corner of the room. You now had all three boys in just their boxers, and man, were you enjoying the view. Ben obviously looked like a Greek god, and you almost couldn’t keep your eyes off the lines going into his straining boxers. Gwil had a toned stomach, nice and lean. You would run your fingers up and down his torso all day. Then there were Joe. His little tummy got you all giddy inside, but those arms had you clenching your thighs together for some sort of sweet relief.
“Hmm what a sight for sore eyes you all are, boys”, you flirted. They all blushed, growing even harder.
There was now only one cup left before you and Ben had cleared them all, and you were more than ready to end this game and move on to other activities.
“You got this babe” you whispered into Bens ear as he got ready to throw the ball. And lo and behold, he made it earning a sloppy kiss on the cheek from you with an exaggerated “muah” sound.
“We did it. Hah, suckers”, you teased at Joe and Gwil. However, they were far from sad. Pure evil and lust was all that was evident on their faces.
“We still have one final dare, YN”, Gwil said in a low voice which made you want to pounce him right then and there. Both him and Joe started to walk around the table, intensely staring you down like you were their prey. Ben somehow seemed to understand what they were getting at and stepped closer to start playing with your hair. You gulped.
“You see, all this teasing has gotten us all riled up. Do you see what you do to us, baby”, Joe questioned. Your head was yanked down, and you looked at their bulges threatening to rip through the fabrics of their boxers. You gulped and nodded. “I think it is time you did something about it, don’t you boys?” They all nodded at Joes statement.
“Wanna feel those lips on my cock YN”, Ben whispered into your ear, impossibly close. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
“Bet you are a tight little slut, aren’t you”, Gwil continued. You nodded again, even more wetness pooling in your underwear.
“We dare you to get on your knees and suck us off. Now”, Joe growled pushing you to the ground.
With shaking hands, you pulled his boxers down. His thick dick almost slapped you in the face in the process. You quickly started to lick at the pre-cum oozing out of his tip, wanting nothing more than to please him at this point. Joe hissed and pulled your hair into a sloppy ponytail, guiding you towards his hard length. You wrapped your hands around his base and slowly put the tip in your mouth, sucking lightly. The moans that came from his mouth were animalistic and porn worthy, which encouraged you to take more of him into his mouth. Ben and Gwil palmed themselves, the latter had even pulled out his dick and was shamelessly jerking it at the sight of you sucking Joe off.
You took Joes balls in your hand and started to play with them, earning another deep growl.
“Fuck you suck my dick so good baby. I’m not gonna last”, he moaned. You hummed around him and pulled off with a “pop”, wanting this to last longer.
“Who´s next then”, you asked looking up and the other men. Gwil were quick to literally shove you onto his dick, which you gladly accepted. His dick was thinner but longer, making him hit the back of your throat with ease. As you sucked him off, you barely noticed Joe moving your body and pulling your underwear down until you felt a pair of lips on your clit. Joe had maneuvered under you, and you were hovering just above his face. He lapped at your juices making you moan around Gwil who was still mindlessly fucking your mouth with his cock.
“Fuck you’re so wet for us baby. Taste so good too. Gonna make you cum like the little slut you are, edging us on all night”, Joe said against your heat, sending shivers down your back. You reached towards Ben and pulled him out of his boxers, feeling bad that he was missing out on all the fun. As soon as you started jerking his painfully hard length, he let out a guttural groan. That voice of his was literally going to be the death of you.
You kept up your tempo on the two boys until Joe stuck two fingers inside of you and attached your clit with his tongue. Gwils cock slipped out of your mouth and your hand that had jerking Ben off dropped to the ground trying to stabilize yourself.
“Holy shit Joe I’m gonna cum”, you said starting to feel a tightening in your lower stomach. You grabbed onto Joes head and started rocking your hips against your fingers and tongue.
“Who’s making you feel this good huh, angel?”, Ben growled, hands coming down to play with your nipples. At the same time Gwil started sucking on the sweet spot on your neck, just next to the hickey from Joe from earlier. You were unable to form sentences as this point, racing towards the point of no return.
“Fuck.. you Joe! Omg you guys! Shit… im gonna.. im gonna!”. You didn’t even get to finish your sentence before pleasure washed over you, making you clench your thighs over Joes head, not even caring at this point.
He let you ride out your orgasm before the lifted you off him. Completely spent, you collapsed on the floor trying to regain your breath.
“That is the hottest thing ive ever seen”, Gwil said, going to stand alongside Ben and Joe.
“Yeah same mate”, Ben agreed.
“She tastes so good, want to try”, Joe asked. His fingers traced along Bens lips who gladly took them into his mouth. Joe then put his fingers into Gwils mouth. He licked them clean while staring you down, which made you grow even wetter.
“Let’s bring her to my bed and finish the job”, Joe said helping you stand. You were still high on your last orgasm, but damn if you were going to pass up the opportunity of having them all in bed with you at once.
Ben easily picked you up bridal style and let Joe lead you all to his bedroom before throwing you down on the bed. He quickly followed, spreading your legs and lining up with your entrance.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I met you YN. You can’t believe how many times I’ve thought about you while jerking myself off alone in my hotel room” he whispered into your ear. Fuck that was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. His voice making you try to rub your thighs together for some relief. Little did he know you had done the same about him.
“Are you going to take my cock like a good girl, angel?”, he continued, earning a nod from you in return.
“I need you to use your words angel”. He stroked your chin and forced you to make eye contact with him. Those light green eyes were filled with lust and you whimpered at the thought of him inside you.
“Please Ben, I need you”, you whined. Ben immediately thrusted into you, filling you up to the brim. His cock was a perfect medium between Joe and Gwil, and you gasped at the size. He, however, did not let you get used to him and started thrusting at a slow, but hard, pace. You clawed at his back and went to kiss him. His lips were soft against yours. You bit down on his bottom lip as he perfectly hit your G-spot.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum again, Ben”, you moaned, arching your back.
“Think you can do one for each of us, darling”, Gwil asked stroking your hair. The mere thought of having four orgasms in one night made you see stars.
“Omg I need you all, fuck please let me cum Ben”. He snaked a hand down and rubbed fast circles on your clit while keeping up his hard thrusting. Your orgasm was fast approaching, and you clenched around his length as you came. Hard. You screamed his name as he came as well, you clenching around him being too much to handle. Ben rode out his own orgasm before pulling out and slumping down onto the bed, totally spent. You could feel his seed slowly dripping out of your entrance and down your thighs. You were totally spent, but neither Gwil nor Joe had had their turn yet.
“Gonna take you doggystyle ok, darling”, Gwil whispered crawling over to you. He easily turned you around and propped you on all fours, facing the head board of Joes bed. You were so spent you were unable to form words. Instead, you wiggled your bum in front of Gwils crotch, earning a low growl from him before the poked at your entrance with his cock. Sliding himself in was easy, your juices mixed with Bens cum made an excellent lube.
Once he bottomed you out, you moaned into the pillow in front of you trying to not cause a noise complaint from Joes neighbors.
“Fuck, you’re so tight for me, darlin´. Taking my cock so good, aren’t you? Feels good doesn’t it?”, he asked before biting into your shoulder. God that accent was going to be the death of you.
“Yes, Gwil.. fuck me.., make me cum again please, Gwil”
“I think.. oh my god.. Joe over here is feeling a little bit left out, isn’t he”, Gwil asked. His hand went to snake around your neck, slightly choking your moans. Joe was suddenly ripped from his trance staring at where Gwils cock entered your pussy and looked up at Gwil with a sheepish grin on his face.
“Take him into your mouth like the slut you are”
You made grabby hands at Joe, suddenly feeling like having his cock in your mouth would fulfill all your needs. He didn’t need to be asked twice, positioning himself at your lips. Gwil continued to thrust into you while you took Joe into your mouth. With every thrust, a moan escaped your mouth which sent electric bolts up Joes cock. Gwil still had his hand on your throat, feeling how Joe was sliding down and you swallowing around him. He brought his free hand down to your clit while simultaneously hitting your g-spot over and over again.
“Shit I’m gonna cum”, you moaned letting Joe slip out of your mouth.
“Go on then, cum for me darling. Clench your cunt around my cock”, Gwil growled feeling his own orgasm approaching. Your fingers dug into Joes thighs who was still in front of you, coming closer and closer to the edge. With one final, perfectly angled thrust, Gwils name fell from your lips as you came along with him. Both your moans mixing as you fell forward into Joes lap. He brushed your hair with his fingers as you came down from your third orgasm.
“Can you take one more for me baby girl?”, he asked in a soft tone. Although you were completely spent, you really wanted to feel Joe. All of him. Therefore, you nodded looking into his eyes. He lent forward, his lips briefly meeting yours. They were gone way too quickly though.
“Gonna make it quick I promise baby”
He laid on his back and pulled you to straddle him. Just feeling his hard cock barely touching against your aching clit made you moan, which Joe of course heard.
“We don’t have to if you’re tired”. He brushed a strand hair behind your ear.
“No, I want to, Joe”, you answered finally lowering yourself onto him. Even though you were completely spent, the thickness of his cock stretched your falls perfectly. Muttering swear words combined with his name under your breath, you slowly started moving up and down his length. However, you had almost no energy left within you, so Joe held you up and started thrusting into you instead. His fingers immediately found your clit.
“One more orgasm for me baby girl, I know you can do it”.
His hips snapped faster and faster, and his fingers edged you towards your fourth orgasm of the night.
“Please YN, I’m gonna cum too soon. Need you to come for me, baby girl”
A few more thrusts and you were screaming at the top of your lungs. All the air was punched out of you and you didn’t even register that Joe came as well. You collapsed onto his chest and tried to regain your breath. Joe wrapped his arms around you, soothing you.
Ben had fetched a damp towel and cleaned himself up first. The sight of you letting his two best friends fuck you had made him hard again and he had to jerk himself off.
“Can I clean you up, angel”, he asked.
“Y.. Yeah. Tha-ank you Ben”, you barely managed to whisper. Joe slipped out of you earning a whine from the depth of your throat. You were so sensitive at this point. Ben tried to be careful cleaning his and the two others cum off of your pussy. You flinched even at the slightest touch. He apologized and pressed soft kisses to your lower back as he finished.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced”, Gwil said. He laid next to you and Joe, looking at you with admiration in his eyes.
“Yeah, shit, I might have some new answer to those questions from earlier now”, Ben laughed. You chuckled slightly against Joes chest, still not having the energy to get off of him. That was a fun game.
“Sorry I’m smothering you”, you said to Joe. He smiled in return.
“You most certainly are not. I’m thoroughly enjoying this YN”
You fell asleep on his chest a few minutes later. Gwil and Ben also stayed the night and you woke up all cuddled in a heap in the middle of the bed. You could definitely get used to this, and this was not going the last time the four of you played a game of beer pong whenever you were bored (or horny)
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An Old Flame...
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Kabu heard his Rotom phone beep, gesturing it over to see that old familiar message once again.
I'm in town right now. Are you busy?
He waved it away just as quickly, declining to answer. Just like last time. He looked at the boy curled up on his lap, sleeping so soundly, still burning with fever, and pet his two-toned hair. He was busy, and his old friend would never understand.
Kabu had invited Piers and his sister over to visit with Basil, though he'd be lying if it hadn't been in a desperate attempt to find a babysitter so he could head to the local battle cafe for a drink. Basil didn't seem to mind, and Piers agreed it would be good for Basil and Marnie to meet. They needed more friends their own age.
Kabu ordered his coffee, black, and sat down at a table in the corner, glancing at his phone every few minutes.
It would serve him right if the old man didn't show up now, he had blown him off so many times before...
His phone buzzed and he grabbed for it, excitedly, only to sigh when he saw it was just another of Raihan's selfies posted to the gym leader groupchat.
"Oh, I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"
Kabu jolted up out of his seat, cheeks burning as the snide voice startled him. "Oh! No I--" his words got caught in his throat as he stood face to face with his old friend.
"Kabu... You got old." Nanu's had wrinkles around his eyes when he smiled, giving him a sharp-toothed grin. "Well? Aren't you glad to see me?"
Although he was startled at first, he quickly regained his composure long enough to embrace him. "Nanu... You have wrinkles now." He laughed, and Nanu laughed with him. "I didn't think you were going to show up."
Nanu sat at the table with him, poking about with questions, trying to figure out why Kabu had been ghosting him without outright asking why.
Kabu dodged the questions with expert precision, Nanu might have been a skilled cop and an expert interrogator but Kabu had learned a few tricks of his own, deflecting with his own digging questions.
Neither man was able to get any information out of the other, so after a few minutes of failure, their talk turned to 'the good old days', and reminiscing on how things used to be.
"I've missed you, Kabu."
There was a raw honesty to the statement that crushed Kabu's heart. "I know." There was an unspoken admission of the same. "I had to... Focus on me. On being a gym leader. There was a lot going on."
"Yeah. Of course." Nanu looked away then, his red eyes flashing dangerously. "Very important stuff I'm sure."
"Stop that." Kabu could feel his own temper rising. "You don't have a clue what I was dealing with!"
"I know! You wouldn't tell me!"
Their voices had begun to raise, and it was drawing worried looks from the other patrons.
Kabu took a deep breath. "Can we not do this right now? Not here."
"Oh I'm sorry! I forgot I was embarrassing to be seen with!" Nanu snapped and got up, slamming his chair and storming out.
Kabu pinched the bridge of his nose a moment, trying to keep his own movements calm, taking another deep breath before following him into the street. "Nanu stop that! You're throwing a fit like a child! Grow up!"
"Stop stringing me along, Kabu. Just tell me you're not interested!"
Kabu flinched as Nanu turned on his heel to face him. He'd almost never seen Nanu this angry, and he felt guilty. This was his fault. He grabbed his friends wrist and tugged. "Not here." It wasn't a demand. It was a plea.
He kept hold of Nanu’s wrist as they walked, afraid if he let go for even a moment he would vanish like a memory, and Kabu would never get him back. He pulled him along to a quiet spot in the Wild Area just outside of Motostoke, before finally letting him go.
“If you want to yell at me then go ahead and yell.” Kabu said, keeping his voice even and reserved. “I know I deserve it. So go on. Out with it.”
Nanu grabbed Kabu’s shoulders and the old man tensed, awaiting a barrage of insults and, if he was lucky, it would end at a black eye. Back in the day the two of them could fight it out and be friends again in a matter of moments, but he was too old for that sort of thing now.
He was not expecting Nanu’s lips pressed against his, a passionate kiss that pulled him even closer.
Kabu pulled away immediately. “N-Nanu! Stop that! It’s not... it’s not proper to...” His voice trailed off as he watched Nanu’s confidence fall away. “Nanu... I...”
“Why did you even agree to see me today, Kabu?” His voice was heartbroken but his eyes, never breaking contact, were intense. “Just to gloat? To prove to me that you don’t want anything to do with me?”
Shaking his head wordlessly, Kabu sank to his knees. “You wouldn’t understand. I have too much going on right now. You could never understand.” He whispered, utterly defeated. He was surprised when Nanu did the same, kneeling in front of him, intense as ever.
“You don’t know that. Try me.” His anger had slowly turned to concern, and he reached for Kabu’s hand. “Please.”
Kabu squeezed back, and tried to explain what had happened the last time they had seen each other. He had been young, and scared, and Nanu had moved too fast. It wasn’t his fault.
“I did want to see you again. But I was afraid. Afraid that you were making a mistake. I tortured myself over it every day. But I couldn’t let myself fix my mistake, because I knew in my heart you deserved better. And then there was an accident... And I took in an orphan. I couldn’t handle the stress of that, and trying to be what you needed, and... time just got away from me.” He told him about losing his friends all those years ago, and promising to take care of their son. He told him everything, explained every scar, laid all of his feelings out bare for Nanu to see.
“That’s why... thats why I was avoiding you. Because I’m an idiot.” He gave Nanu a half smile at that.
Nanu was quiet for a while. Kabu was right, it was a lot to take in. But he understood. He couldn’t blame him, Nanu had been feeling the same way all these years.
“I... I never moved on you know. I couldn’t. I waited for you. There was never anyone else who struck me like you did.”
Kabu nodded. “I know. I’m sorry...”
“So what’s your excuse this time?” He said suddenly. “Too much responsibility as a gym leader? Don’t want the paparazzi to find out? Adopt another orphan?” He sneered at that.
“Actually...”
Nanu paused a beat, then burst out laughing. “You’re kidding?!”
“Stop laughing!” Kabu’s face grew hot. “I’m serious! I know you heard about what happened with our beloved Chairman...” He wrinkled his nose as he spoke. “He left behind two boys. Opal is taking care of the other. They’re young, they need guidance. I owe it to him to be there for him, and not be distracted.”
“He doesn’t even have to know.”
“I’m not letting you stay the night, Nanu, and that’s final.”
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Basil gasped awake with a cry, swatting at the air and grabbing at his neck, fighting off someone that wasn’t there. It was the 3rd time he’d had that dream this week, and he knew if he tried to go back to sleep, he’d just have it again. He could still feel Oleana’s cold hands around his neck, and he gasped for air to no avail, trying to calm himself down.
He felt guilty, but he was scared. He slipped on a pair of slippers and his robe and trudged down to Kabu’s room, every shadow making him jump.
He shook the shoulder of the figure in the bed gently, and whispered his name. The mass of blankets moved and let out a groan, and on the other side of the bed, Kabu jolted upright.
“Fuck. Basil? Are you okay?”
Basil quickly pulled his hand away and gasped, as a stranger poked his head out from under the blankets. “Mm? What’s going on...?” He said groggily.
“K-Kabu..?!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay!” He promised, voice still hoarse from sleep. “He’s a friend. He’s just uh. Staying the night here so he doesn’t have to get a hotel room. Come here, sweetheart, I’m sorry we scared you...”
Basil rushed to the other side of the bed and crawled up beside Kabu, shaking and clinging to him tightly.
“Did you have the dream again..?” Kabu asked quietly, and kissed Basil’s forehead when he quickly nodded yes. “I’m sorry. You’re safe here, just breathe, everything will be okay.” He soothed, gently stroking up and down Basil’s arm until he stopped shaking and was breathing evenly again. Once Kabu was sure he was asleep, he laid back down on his side, still keeping an arm around his boy.
“Little old to be sleeping with daddy isn’t he-- OW!”
Kabu reached over and twisted one of Nanu’s nipples.
“Okay okay I’m sorry I’m sorry!” He hissed, laughing a bit. “Jeez, touchy subject. I’m just saying, my pop would never have let me come sleep with him at that age he would have called me a pussy and told me to grow up--”
Kabu elbowed him. “I am not my father, or your father.”
Nanu grinned. “You like it when I call you Daddy though-- OW OW OKAY STOP!”
Kabu was not as amused. “Get out.”
“What?”
“Get out!” He kept his voice at a whisper, but made sure his anger was clear. “I want you out of my sight right now! What if he had heard you?!”
“Oh come on! I was just joking, and besides! Where am I gonna go?”
“I don’t care just go.”
“The hotel isn’t making anymore reservations tonight I-- Kabu where are you going--”
Kabu sat up and scooped Basil in his arms, having some difficulty. “Shh, shhh.... I’ve got you. Come on, we’re gonna get you all tucked in, Everything’s okay.” He whispered and left the room, ignoring Nanu completely.
He trudged up the stairs and into Basil’s bedroom, letting out his Arcanine and Ninetails. “Guard the door. Nobody gets in or out until morning.”
He closed the door and crawled into bed with Basil again, holding him close. “It’s gonna be alright dear. I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He promised quietly, humming softly until Basil fell asleep again.
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Basil laid awake in Kabu’s arms, thankful for the comfort but feeling guilt wash over him again and again. He had heard everything. Was Kabu’s friend right? Maybe he was, maybe he was acting like a baby and he needed to grow up. He felt tears stinging his eyes. He was disappointing Kabu acting like this. He would never let this happen again...
#kabu#gym leader kabu#my precious baby basil#pokemon sword and shield#swsh#nanu#angst#i hope their anger at each other seems justified#I didn't want it to ramp up too much but also wanted to show they had a strained relationship
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Two Men and a Baby Part 7
Not your typical Royal Romance series....crazier.
TRR/TRH gang.
Warning: Language
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Part 7
" 911, what's your emergency?"
"Yeah, um, I have a guy in the back of my carriage who got his trouser snake caught in his zipper."
"Sir, is this a joke?"
"No, but, this guy sure wishes it were"
"How serious is this?"
"Let's just say, it was the 'frank..and...beans', then something popped, now its just the frank."
Poor Bertrand, all he wanted was to give his sweet Savannah a wonderful birthday. Now he's stuck in the back of a carriage with his manhood on the line.
He is aware of the news reports of a wild boar attack on Contess Madeleine earlier tonight and that said boar is still holding itself hostage inside his estate. He has no idea if his son is okay, but, has no doubt his brother is somehow responsible for the carnage that has taken place this evening.
Hospital ER
Riley and Olivia sit in Maxwell's room, waiting for him to return from radiology. They had only seen him for a few seconds before he was taken for x-rays, but, he appeared in good spirits; then again, when is he not.
They were both intriqued to find out what he meant by "the demon pig", that supposedly caused his predicament. It was surprising to hear Maxwell describe any animal with such disdain, but, apparently he met one he wasn't prepared to describe as a "life changing experience" in fond terms.
Riley jumped up from her seat, "Maxwell, you're back!"
Maxwell was wheeled back into his room on a stretcher, but, he seemed to be uncharacteristically subdued now.
"How is he? Is it broken?" Riley asked the nurse.
"He has a hair line fracture and will be down for several weeks, but, we don't expect complications. Someone will be in shortly to put a cast on him. Also, congratulations on the baby your majesty", the nurse stated before exiting.
That was the fourth time today a random person congratulated her.
"Why does everyone keep congratulating me on a baby? I wonder if it was the bean burrito I ate for dinner last night?", she questioned while patting her bloated tummy.
"You do look a little puffy today." Olivia observed.
"Thanks", Riley said while rolling her eyes, "I have been trying to drink more water and..."
"HELLLLOO!!" Maxwell interrupted in an annoyed tone, "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm here."
"Oh, I'm sorry Maxwell, how're you feeling?", she asked with concern.
"Like a demon pig attacked me, without warning, without cause, out of no where...it was a sneak attack Riley." he began to shake his fist furiously and yelling, "damn you demon pig.....damn you to hell!"
Olivia and Riley tried to calm him down. "Maxwell, Maxwell, shhhh, you've got to calm down." Riley pleaded, "you're going to disturb the other patients."
"Yes you are", Madeleine chimed from a wheel chair at the door with an icy stare.
All three turned their heads in her direction simultaneously. To see Madeleine sitting there with a neck brace on, a black eye, messy blonde hair and a ripped green dress; it was shocking and amusing to say the least.
"What the hell happened to you? Olivia asked with her signature scowl.
"Oh, what happened to me?", Madeleine asked with a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes while patting her chest, "ask Maxwell and his quote 'damn demon pig'."
Olivia and Riley turned to Maxwell trying to make sense of what both were referring to as the demon pig.
"Maxwell, I'm two seconds away from breaking your other leg. What happened?", Olivia spat out.
Maxwell took in a deep breath and recalled the events of this evening.
"Okay...Okay, so, yesterday morning, I was attending Zeke and Penelope's outdoor animal exhibition in the capitol. Zeke was giving me kind of a private tour before all the guest arrived. We came upon a stall that he said had a wild pig. I thought he meant it was a party animal, wild like me, which, would be an awesome addition to the next Beaumont Bash. I asked if I could have it and he said no, that it was just too wild for me. I thought, nonsense, nothing is too wild for me. I just had to have this pig. So, when I seen Penelope a little later, I offered to buy it from them. She was a little hesitant at first, but, she agreed after I forged a letter from Bastien saying Liam requested this particular pig at the next Beaumont Bash. In exchange for her cooperation, he would emcee her next Dog Fashion Show."
"Maxwell! That's sick", Riley blurted.
"Yeah Maxwell, what made you think she would just go along with that?" Asked Olivia.
"I wasn't sure she would, but, she does seem to respond well to requests from Bastien, so I assumed it would work this time too", he replied.
Madeleine spoke up, "so let me get this straight, Penelope, can't stop talking about her poodles, Penelope, just gave you a wild boar?"
"Oh, no, I had to pay for him", he said.
"How much?" Olivia asked.
"A box of dog treats", he replied.
Riley bent over in her chair, arms resting on her knees, covering her face while shaking her head, "Unbelievable....I'm afraid to ask, but, how did you get him out of there and to the estate?"
"Well, that part was tricky. Penelope told me I had to keep him enclosed or he would go wild. Well, I wanted to make sure I kept his wildness in until the Beaumont Bash. I figured it would just build up inside of him and he'd really let loose at the party", he chuckled, "anyway, I saw Gladys there and thats when I got the idea for her to cause a disruption..."
"Hold up, Gladys...my majordomo, Gladys, helped you with this?" Riley asked stunned.
"Kind of, see I knew she had cleared the hallways when Anton and his minions kidnapped you and Olivia. I also knew she had the hot's for Bertrand, so, I told her if she would create a distraction for me, I would set her up with him".
"Maxwell, your brother is engaged", Riley stated.
"You are a lot more evil than I ever gave you credit for Maxwell; this is really elaborate for you", Olivia remarked with astonishment.
"Well, Im not proud of myself, but, greed causes people to do evil things" he replied.
"Hold up" Madeleine would interject, "So Penelope knew about this? That little....I just saw her not more than an hour ago at the Beaumont Estate, she interviewed me and everything, she never mentioned her hand in any of this".
Maxwell replied, "I would say not, Penelope's a master at keeping secrets while seemingly innocent of her involvement. She's a sweet girl though".
Riley just continued to shake her head.
"What happened next Maxwell?" Madeleine asked.
He took another deep breath, "Okay, well Gladys started screaming and running around the exhibits. Then she unlatched the pen holding the ducks. They started to scatter. Zeke and his assistants started to chase after the ducks and security went after Gladys. I grabbed a large cage and Gertrude ran right in. Penelope helped me carry him back to the limo and I took him home."
"Okay, how did you break your leg?" Riley asked.
"Welp, the driver helped me unload Gertrude and get him in the backyard. I knew I had to build an enclosure to keep his wildness in, so, I started building a small barn for him to live in until the bash. It didn't take very long to build at all. When it was finished, I opened the cage door to let him inside his new dwellings, but, he ran inside and immediately jumped out the window."
"You put a window in it?" Madeleine questioned.
"Yeah, but, I must've not built it high enough and I didn't put a covering over it. Jumped right out of it" he said while use his hand to motion the jump, "I started to run right after, I swear, I heard it say 'kill Maxwell'. It attacked so quickly, I never had a chance. I stepped on a rock and my foot went sideways, causing me to fall. It rammed me a few times, before running off. Then Drake came out to help me, but, it attacked him also. Let's just say, demon pig-2, Maxwell and Drake-0."
All three women sat in silence. There were no words they could think of in that moment to express what they just heard.
"Does Bertrand and Savannah know about this?" Riley asked.
"I don't think so", he replied.
Riley took out her phone and sent a text, letting them know Maxwell was in the hospital and Bartie was there with Drake.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom....
Drake and Liam were still locked in arms, literally, fighting over an ascot.
"Let go of my ascot Drake."
"Liam, he has to have something covering his bottom until we get a diaper."
"Then give him your denim shirt!"
"What?" Drake gasped, "take it back Liam."
Bartie, who was still lying on the changing table naked, took this opportunity to settle the issue once and for all.
"What the hell!" Drake shouted as his denim shirt was getting soaked.
"Sir Walker, I do believe you have a spot on your shirt", Liam said with a British accent and a laugh.
Drake looked at Liam, "I hope you're happy now. He just pissed all over my good denim shirt."
Liam raised an eyebrow, "Drake, that's the only denim shirt you have, or wear for that matter."
"Why do you think it's my favorite?" he remarked sadly.
Bastien cleared his throat, "Your majesty, need I remind you, we can't leave this bathroom with a naked baby. It may be in everyone's interest for you to hand over the ascot."
Liam thought about Bastien's words for a moment, then looked around to see if there was anything else that could be used as a diaper. Wadded up hand towels, too flimsy, Drakes white shirt, no, he would just be shirtless in a hospital, his own socks, no, too small. He let out a loud huff, reached up and removed his ascot.
Drake reached out to grab it, but, Liam continued to cling onto it. Drake pulled harder, Liam pulled back even more.
"Give me the fucking ascot Liam!"
Liam pouted then handed Drake the ascot.
Drake looked Liam in the eyes and said, "Dude, you need therapy."
Drake began fashioning a diaper out of Liam's ascot. "Aha, perfect fit".
"What do we do about that disgusting car seat?" Liam asked.
"After all this, just leave it in here. When Bastien opens the door, we make a run for it."
Drake picked up Bartie and he and Liam stood at the door, readying themselves for the getaway. The bathroom was absolutely disgusting, shit was on the floor, the walls, the trash can, not to mention, the sink had an exploded diaper full of diarrhea in it. Liam couldn't risk someone seeing the King of Cordonia coming out of that room.
"Alright, on my count, Bastien will open the door and we will run as fast as we can."
"Hang on", Liam said as he removed his suit jacket and covered the top of his head so no one would recognize him. "Okay, ready".
"There's no turning back now. 1...2...3...Go!"
What hijinx await in Part 8?
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I’ll Take Care of You
Pairing: Roger x American Reader
Summary: Roger comes down with the stomach flu but insists on playing the show anyway, so you are tasked with dealing with him. All fluff with a very tiny bit of sexual innuendo. (Reader is American due to the nicknames she uses and for a little fluff detail)
Warnings: Vomiting, illness
Disclaimer: This is complete fiction and has absolutely no affiliation with any characters or content mentioned.
A/N: I’m very new to this site and have never written anything for Queen before so if anyone reads this, please please send me some feedback, I would love to hear what you think!
“Rog, honey, wake up. The boys are waiting for you to go to sound check!” You shook him gently, trying to wake him from the deep slumber he’d been in since you both went to bed earlier this morning around 5 am. It had been a long night in more ways than one but you had to get him up because the other members of the band couldn’t do sound check without him, especially Freddie, who’s throat was worn raw from the back to back shows they’d had all week. He relied on Roger to pick up the notes he couldn’t hit, which this late in the leg of a tour was most of them.
Roger groaned, squeezing his eyes tighter and grimacing as his body curled into a fetal position. That is when you noticed the beads of sweat forming on his brow and that all the color had drained from his face.
All of a sudden his eyes snapped open and he bolted toward the bathroom. You heard the painful retching and your heart sank, confused. He couldn’t possibly be that hungover, he’d only had a few drinks and he normally held his liquor well. You two had left the after party around 2 am which was relatively early, and had spent the rest of that time entertaining each other.
You padded to the bathroom and knelt behind him, gathering his hair into your hand. You winced, feeling that it was already too late for his hair and you gently slid the hair tie off of your wrist and wound his mop into a messy pile at the back of his head.
“You’re alright, Rog. Easy does it.” You cooed as you rubbed his back. He spit several times and then dragged the back of his hand across his mouth as he got to his feet. On shaking legs he made his way to the sink and splashed water on his face. He looked like something the cat had dragged in. “Are you okay?” You asked cautiously, joining him in front of the mirror.
“I feel like hell.” He croaked weakly, fumbling around for his toothbrush.
“Are you going to be able to play tonight?”
He looked at you as though you had five heads. “I don’t have much of a choice now, do I? Queen can’t up and cancel a show because the drummer came down with a little bug.” He turned away from you, trying to focus on brushing his teeth but he gagged at the taste.
“But honey, your role is physically demanding and you’re going to have to cover a lot for Freddie. I’m not so sure it’s a good idea, babe.”
“Didn’t you hear me? I don’t have a choice. You don’t think I can do it, do you?” You could hear in his voice that he was deeply offended.
“Sorry to burst your bubble but quite frankly I’m not so sure if you can.” You crossed your arms over your chest in defiance.
“I’ll be fine.” He spat through gritted teeth.
“Okay, babe,” you were used to arguing and you knew there was no point trying to convince him. “You need to at least let Crystal know so he isn’t caught by surprise when you’re extra whiny tonight.”
“I am not whiny!”
“You’re whining!” You laughed flippantly and traipsed away back into the bedroom. “Take a shower, your hair is sticky. And hurry up!”
You set out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt for him for soundcheck and got yourself ready for the day, pulling your own hair up into a messy bun and throwing on one of Roger’s t-shirts from the last tour. You had stolen it from him and cut it into an edgy v-neck. You knew with your exposed collar bone and teasing hint of cleavage it drove him wild on you, and you hoped it might improve his mood even just for a bit. Even if you were hell bent on verbally teasing him and returning every bit of his sass, you knew the unspoken things were what counted. You two shared the love language of actions, not words.
Roger came out of the bathroom ten minutes later looking like he wanted to curl up and die. He had the towel wrapped around his shoulders and he shuddered as he entered the chilly air of the bedroom. He was white as a ghost and he immediately sat down on the bed and leaned forward to hang his head in his hands.
“Rog, honey, look at me,” you sighed, kneeling in front of him. You reached up and placed your hands on his cheeks, raising his head up out of his hands. Your worry spiked as you looked into his deep blue eyes, made more intense by his fever. “You’re burning up. Are sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine.” He grunted straightening up and looking away.
“We need to go we’re already 20 minutes late. The boys are going to be pissed.” You knew you had to let him do what he wanted no matter how much you worried.
He nodded wordlessly and stood to get dressed, making sure to slip his favorite pair of prescription sunglasses over his eyes and his Marlboro Red jacket over the plain white t-shirt. Five minutes later you were holding on to Roger’s arm, walking out to the parking lot where the rest of the band stood at the bus, seething.
“Oi mate! What the hell?” Brian shouted, approaching the two of you and meeting you half way. “Its half passed four! We were supposed to start sound check right now!” He got right up in front of Roger and, to your surprise, shoved him, hard.
“Get the fuck off me!” Roger cried in alarm as he stumbled backward.
“What the hell, Bri?!” You yelled, clinging to Roger’s arm for dear life to steady him. You knew he would normally fight back but he was weakened by his state.
“Okay everyone calm down.” Freddie jogged over and grabbed Brian’s arm, spinning him around back toward the bus. “Fighting won’t help, let’s just go. Roger, are you alright?”
“For fuck’s sake I didn’t push him that hard!” Brian growled as Freddie pushed him toward the bus.
“I’m not asking him because of that, and if you weren’t so worked up over something so petty as being late to sound check you would see that something is obviously wrong with our dear drummer.”
“What?” Brian glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, he’s just hungover as usual.” He rolled his eyes, facing forward again.
“I was in bed before any of you last night, for your information.” Roger seethed. “You can just ask Y/N, she was—“
“Do not finish that sentence.” You spat sharply, slapping his shoulder.
“I think I’ve just come down with something,” he continued, “but it’s not a big deal. I can play the show and we’ll be fine.”
“You bet your ass we’ll be fine.” Brian climbed in the bus first, leaving the rest of the boys and you to find seats far away from him.
You sat on Roger’s lap for the short ride to the venue and leaned against his chest, feeling his warmth. He held on to you for comfort with his chin resting on your shoulder. “Babe, do you need anything before sound check?” You asked as the car pulled up at the back entrance.
“Nah, I’m alright, doll. I’ll see ya when we’re done.” He leaned in and kissed your cheek and placed his hands on your hips to guide you off of his lap, then followed you out and went inside the venue with the boys. You spotted the roadies taking a smoke break a few yards away and jogged over to them.
“Hey! How are you, girlie?” Chris “Crystal” Taylor, Roger’s personal roadie/assistant cheered, reaching up and smacking your messy bun playfully.
“Hey, Crystal. Look I know Rog won’t tell you, so I will. He is sick as a dog right now and during the show I just need you to keep an eye on him.”
“Aw man, how sick?” He asked, tossing his cigarette butt to the ground and stepping on it.
“He threw up this morning and won’t eat. He has to have a fever, too but I haven’t had the chance to find a thermometer and take his temperature. I’m just worried he’ll overexert himself tonight. He’s really not well.”
“Of course I’ll keep an eye out for him, it’s my job, and I won’t say anything to him. I know how he can get.”
“Thanks, Chris.” You smiled and patted his shoulder in gratitude.
Just then you heard the boom of the base from the venue and smiled. “I guess thats our cue.”
You and the roadies hurried into the backstage area and watched from the wings. Freddie was fiddling with the piano, Brian was tuning his red special, and Deaky was strumming away a bass riff in his own little world. Roger was glowering at his drums as he loosened the snare and tested it. His sickly appearance was emphasized in the harsh stage lights. They’d barely started and he was already pouring sweat. He looked miserable.
“Right then. Extra towels tonight.” Chris chuckled, noticing at the same time. “You’re right he looks dreadful.” Chris disappeared from your side and reappeared a minute later behind the drum riser, armed with a towel and a water bottle.
Watching sound check was near torture for you seeing how miserable Roger looked, but he played as well as ever and everything sounded great. There were surprisingly no arguments, which was a near miracle, except for the fact that you knew the reason was that Roger didn’t have the energy to fight. Seconds after they’d called quits on soundcheck, he was no where to be found. Realizing this, you jogged around to the back hallway, frantically searching for where he may be. You nearly ran right into him as he exited the mens bathroom.
“Roger! Oh I was worried—“
“Were you now? I’m fine, darling. No need to worry.” He caught you by the tops of your arms and squeezed your shoulders gently in reassurance. He gave a weak smile and you looked closely at him, examining his features and trying desperately to read him.
“You threw up again, didn’t you.” You stated and his face fell.
“Look it doesn’t matter.”
“Yes it does, Rog. You’re sick and you’re not helping yourself.” You glared at him but felt guilty as you watched his expression change. He looked like he was going to cry and it made you uneasy. “Okay, fine, come on you need to rest and take a nap before the show.” You took his hand and started toward the dressing room.
“I need a shower.” He groaned as you pulled him down onto one of the sofas.
“You’re fine, babe, you’re only going to get sweaty again. Come here.” You pulled him to rest his head on your chest and laid back on the sofa with him, stroking his damp hair in attempt to soothe him. It took a few minutes but you eventually felt him relax into sleep. You continued to play with his hair as you watched him. It was insane how you had fallen so hard and fast for this man, and looking down at his thick eyelashes and perfect lips made you want to hold him forever. You were his American Girl and he was your Rockstar and your heart ached knowing how miserable he felt.
You reminisced on the night the two of you had met and then first dated. you had met him in a bar in Nashville, not realizing that he was famous, and he had worked hard to charm you all night. He had seemed deeply disappointed when you turned down going back to his hotel room at closing time. “I dunno, hun, your chances might be better if you try the right way.” You teased him as you stood to leave, seeing the confusion in his eyes.
“Er, alright. Could I at least have your number, then?” He had looked up at you from his barstool with those enormous, pleading pools of blue and your heart had melted but you managed to keep your composure.
“That’s a good boy.” You leaned down to peck him on the lips and slipped a folded piece of paper with your name and number written in your swirly handwriting, and he was smitten.
Your first date found the two of you on a drive to Centennial park late on a warm summer evening. You had packed a picnic dinner and Roger had picked you up in a rented Mercedes convertible. You had talked all night about your dreams and plans, and you were shocked to learn that this little British boy was a drummer in a world famous band. A band you yourself even knew of! You realized you had never paid attention to their looks, let alone expect to have been hitting on one of them in a seedy bar downtown. He seemed to appreciate that you weren’t easy and that you weren’t influenced by his fame, and he was oddly attracted to that. He hadn’t ever had a mind to those characteristics before meeting you.
It was well into the night when he suggested just driving around, and you agreed. You showed him the best rock stations and the two of you had been discussing music tastes and favorites when the opening guitar riff of “American Girl” by Tom Petty began to blare through the speakers. “Oh this is my favorite song!” You had yelped, dialing the speakers up louder than necessary. Both of you sang along together and you basked in the uniqueness of his voice and how your own complimented it. When you had glanced up at him he had a goofy grin that showed you just how much fun he was having, and you felt the same way.
He’d been in Nashville for a week and you had seen him every day. When it came time to leave to continue the tour, he asked you to come.
“Y/N, I can’t bear the thought of never seeing you again.”
“You’ll see me, Rog I’m sure of it. People do long distance all the time.”
“Is that what you want? Long distance?”
“I mean what other option is there, just calling whatever this is a fling and moving on? Because I definitely do not want to do that.”
“Come with me.”
“What?”
“I mean it come with me. You’re my American Girl and I don’t want to go without you. I’ve never felt this way before about anyone.”
His confession melted your heart and you agreed on the spot. You were a drifter, out of university, and didn’t have a home or a job to return to. Your parents called you crazy, but you left with your rockstar anyway and never looked back. The rest was history and here you were taking care of him on tour just four months later and you had never been happier.
The boys barged in about 20 minutes after Roger had fallen asleep and you hissed angrily as they spilled into the room. “Boys!” You protested.
“Oh look at sleeping beauty here,” Freddie cooed. “Shall we give him a kiss to wake him?”
“Couldn’t we leave him be for just a bit?” You whispered looking down at his sweet sleeping face, wishing you could pause this moment forever.
Freddie looked at his watch. “Get him up in 20 minutes. We have to make him look presentable.”
“Okay.” You breathed, smiling at the feeling of Roger’s hair as you dragged your fingers through it. You were making him fluffy and you loved how sweet he looked.
The boys tried to keep quiet as they moved about the dressing room, picking out their outfits and applying makeup and copious amounts of hairspray.
Thirty minutes passed before Freddie glared at you and you realized you were ten minutes late waking Roger. You gently squeezed his shoulder and whispered his name until his eyes fluttered open.
“Hey, honey. Feel better?”
He shook his head and frowned. “How long til showtime?”
“An hour.” Freddie barked. “Warm up group is on in 10.”
“Shit.” Roger said getting off of you and hurrying to the clothing rack. “We gotta warm up, Fred.” He grumbled as he picked out his outfit. He decided on all white.
You observed for the hour as the boys got themselves ready. Roger had nearly thrown a fit when he couldn’t find a set of drumsticks to warm up with, but he seemed much calmer when Chris found him a pair. Rog and Freddie had their near ritualistic screeching match to warm up their voices, and Roger tapped on everything in sight with his drumsticks as per usual. When it came time to go out, he looked expectantly at Chris who handed him his usual bottle of scotch. Roger poured two shots and stared at them nervously. You knew it was his good luck superstition to take two shots of scotch before the show but you could tell the thought of it made him nauseous. He closed his eyes and shot them down quickly. Gagging slightly much to everyone’s surprise. He’d never gagged on alcohol that any of them could remember. He shuddered and joined the boys as they filed out, twirling his drumsticks and getting into game mode. You followed them out and went with Chris to stand backstage behind the drum riser. He had laid out three water bottles and several towels for Roger and he looked rather tense as Roger finally made his way over after having a brief chat with one of the sound techs.
Freddie’s voice boomed over the roar of the crowd to introduce the band and Roger climbed up onto his drum stool. You found a monitor slightly to the side of the riser, hidden in the back to sit on and perched yourself atop it with a perfect view of him.
The first few songs went really well. And after the first two he signaled Chris for a water bottle and downed the entire thing in one go.
Roger was playing excellently but he looked absolutely beat. You held your breath as he had to execute the flawless transition between Killer Queen and I’m in Love with My Car and sing the entire song. He was amazing, of course but you could just hear the strain in his voice, though you were certain it was only because you knew him so well. You watched as sweat poured down his face and he spat aggressively between lines. You had no idea why he the drummer had written such a drum heavy song that he was always to sing while drumming. It just blew your mind how talented he was. Nearing the end if the song you watched his expression change from frustration to panic and you were on the edge of your seat. As the song came to an end he hit the cymbals to signal the others of the end and immediately spun around on his stool and vomited off the back of the riser. Your heart broke for him and you went to go to him but one of the roadies caught your arm and held you back as Crystal rushed to him with a towel and another water. You watched him with tears in your eyes and he straightened up and dragged the towel down his face in exhaustion and with shaking hands took the top off the bottle and took tiny sips. “Atta boy, Rog.” You said to yourself, knowing the smaller sips would help.
The whole ordeal was over in just seconds and he was back to facing the audience as if nothing had happened at all. As you looked out over the stage from your hidden perch you realized that the boys didn’t know what had just happened and were setting up for Love of My Life and ‘39, another physically demanding song. He had to stomp on the single bass drum and play the tambourine all while hitting his flawless falsetto. Luckily Love of My Life was first for transition purposes and was a little bit of a break for him as all he had to do was set up his drum.
He went to his mic stand next to Brian and appeared as if he hadn’t just been puking his guts out just moments ago. He put on an impressive poker face and sang his backing vocals so beautifully for Love of My Life it made you swoon.
‘39 was your favorite song of theirs and you would normally get lost in the sound of Roger’s drum synched perfectly with Deaky’s bass and Brian’s 12 string, but tonight just the thought of watching Roger standing up front and center on the stage performing that difficult song made you feel sick. Brian strummed a little riff on his 12 string as a little transition then flashed a dazzling smile at the crowd to introduce the song, immediately immersing himself in it. You smiled when Roger did his signature “yeehaw!” You were able to relax as you listened to him start the bass beat in perfect time, and you closed your eyes to enjoy your favorite song. You couldn’t see much of the band from where you were anyway.
Roger’s “woo!” At the end with Freddie’s “all right!” snapped you out of your trance and you smiled as Roger jogged back to the riser. He’s made it through the most difficult parts of the concert and everything was going well despite his backstage setback. The last few songs went by quickly and after the bows Rog came straight to you, exhaustion all over his face. You hopped off the monitor and reached out for him, bringing him into your arms. You sat back on the monitor and pulled him half onto your lap, cradling his head to your chest. He was soaked and burning hotter than you’d ever felt a person. “You did so well, babe.” Your voice was thick with pride as you rocked him gently out of instinct.
He had his eyes closed and let out a great sight. “I told you I could do it.” He croaked.
“I know, I know. And I’m glad you did.”
“Ugh whats that smell?” You heard Brian bark as the other three band members joined you backstage.
“Uhh, Rog, did you do that?” Deaky asked, pointing toward the puddle of sick behind the riser.
He opened his eyes and looked to see what Deaky was talking about. “Oh, yeah, I guess I did.”
“When?” Freddie asked, concern laced in his voice.
“Uhh, just after my car song I believe.” Roger chuckled nonchalantly.
“Well shit.” Freddie laughed. “Go clean yourself up, darling. You need to rest.”
“You’re telling me.” Roger got to his feet and you could see him visibly shaking. You jumped up and grasped his arm to support him. You couldn’t believe he had just done a nearly two hour concert playing arguably the most demanding role in the band while he was barely able to walk. You were so proud of him but also so incredibly frustrated. You wished you could have done something to allow him to rest instead of play, but the band was his life and you knew he would never let Queen down as long as he lived.
“We’re taking a bath and going straight to sleep. You need plenty of water and rest.”
“Too bad we have to be up at bloody 5 am to get on the bus.” He spat bitterly.
Part two
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jaehyun x reader
librarian! au
genre: fluff
words: 1.7k
warnings: realistic portrayals of college life lol
ive said before that im being self indulgent with posts
but this is really it
im really out here writing this
lets get into this mess
so youre studying right
and you yourself do not have a laptop of your own
bc welcome to being a broke college kid im calling myself out
so you decide that youre gonna go to the library on campus bc sis,, cash in on the tuition money ok
so you go and youre like wow hahahaha i dont have a library card better sign up for one
so you go to the desk and theres no one there
just your luck really
you decide to wander around a little to see if theres anyone who can help you
and low and behold you stumble across someone
this young man knelt down by a shelf with a book rack next to him just humming softly and organizing books
and you catch his attention by clearing your throat slightly
he looks up and his eyes are big over the rims of his wire framed glasses that are clinging to the tip of his round button nose
and his hair is a little mussed from being bent down
but holy hell
youve read enough novels to know that this must be exactly what the characters are talking about when they say things like ‘love at first sight’
“sorry” he says as he standcs and brushes himself off “can i help you with anything?”
starstruck really
you manage to stutter out something about needing to register for a library card and he smiles so kindly it makes u want to melt
“sure!’ he says, motioning for you to follow him back up to the desk
is this what a trance feels like???
he asks you a few basic questions, like your name, your age, and what building your dorm is in so he can put it all on your new nifty library card
and then he turns around this lil webcam on top of his computer and asks you to stand in front of it and smile
and you do, awkwardly
and as hes looking down at the computer counting “3, 2, 1” he has this smile on his face like hes trying to hide it
and if that didnt make ur heart jump you dont know what ever would holy
so he prints off your card as youre still trying to recover from being in the presence of an angel
and he hands it to you and smiles
“library hours are 8 am to 12 am every day, but on the weekends i’m the one that closes. which means if you ever need some extra time to finish that essay you pushed off,,, i wont tell anyone”
aND HE W I NK S
and not lot a hot wink
but a cute?? wink??? if thats possible
like you have a secret with him now and its safe
you wonder absently as you stare down at the black and white picture of yourself on the back of your new card if he tells everyone about him closing on the weekends
and if he doesnt does that make you special???/
you smile and thank him again, maybe a little more confidently than before and head for the door
you realise as youre halfway out that you came here to study on the computers but you really need some time to sit down and process the fact that you just say an actual angel
you can do your math homework on your phone for one more night if it means you can turn down your body heat from screaming blushing mess to slightly embarrassed rosy cheeks
the next time you get a chance to run by the library on campus, it just so happens to be sunday
you catch yourself wondering if dream boy meant friday and saturday or saturday and sunday when he said weekends
thats not important right now
what is important is that you have actual business to do in the library today
and that business is to pick up hamlet for your english class
you check in and someone else is at the front desk
you try not to let yourself feel disappointed
i mean you met him once for christs sake
the guy at the front is equally as attractive as dream boy from the previous week, but a little more relaxed to talk to since he isnt giving you any flirty subtones
the kid is all business really
he tells you that his name is doyoung if you need anything else
you ask how he got the job there, out of curiousity
because really, both of the librarians youve encountered seem pretty young for the standard librarian stereotype
doyoung explains that its a work-study job, so nearly all the people that work there are students at the university and work in between classes or on their off days to make some extra cash or pay off some tuition
and you can get behind that!!
so doyoung is cool and you decide you can go to him to ask questions instead
because while dream boy is a dream boy with pretty cheekbones and nice lips and a smooth voice and a good sense of style and a great height without insoles and looks great with glasses and has the most captivating eyes
hes a lil distracting lol
anyway you find yourself in the shakespearean section
and you grab a hamlet off the shelf and head back up to the front to have doyoung check the book out to you
and as hes handing you the book back you get a classroom notification saying that, despite common belief, the book rental wasnt due by tomorrow, but the whole book reading is due by tomorrow
you wonder how the fuck professors get away with shit like this and then you remember that you didnt bother to read the syllabus so you cant really get too mad at anyone but yourself
so you find a table that looks like it has the comfiest chairs and cozy up for a long evening of reading and annotating
(depending on who you are you either love or hate hamlet, either way it is exhausting to annotate anything from that man so bear with me ok)
five hours later and ⅔ of the annotations later it is 11:56pm
and you havent noticed
you hadnt noticed much of anything happening in the real world after you popped in a headphone and started reading about guards seeing a ghost
that is until someone plops down in the seat in front of you and asks
“so what are you studying”
and you look up, a little delayed because youre finishing a notation
only to find that its dream boy
and your brain blanks for a sec bc wow every time you see him its kinda like?? ouch???? my heart bro
so you just kind of shake your head and mutter some “im not really sure anymore”
and theres some truth to that!! first there were ghosts and now theres dead girlfriends dads and dead girlfriends and talking about a skull in a graveyard
that play is really a wild ride brother
and dream boy sits there and laughs, wholesomely
you could die happy
“yeah i get that” he says, rubbing the back of his neck
theres a pause that carries on a bit too long
“wanna hear a dumb joke?” he asks suddenly
you smile then, partially out of exhaustion and partially because wow?? cutie
“sure” you say
“okay. what do you call a nervous javelin thrower?”
you pause for a sec bc wtf
“dunno. what do you call them?”
he flashes this cute fucking grin that you know is supposed to be slick but just comes off as wholesome and says
“shakespeare”
and you shouldve seen that coming wow
and its so dumb that you actually??? giggle????? and that turns into a laugh??
youre probably just exhausted from annotations but maybe that was actually funny
and his smile softens like hes made progress on something
“y/n, right? i dont think i ever actually introduced myself. i’m jaehyun”
he smiles and reaches across the tabe and you take his hand
its warm and strong and you try not to think about it too hard
“well, y/n, library loses here in another two minutes or so.”
he sees the look on your face fall
“but never fear!” he leans forward and lowers his voice
you hold your breath
“i told ya you could stay, didnt i?”
his smile is closed lipped and cute and genuine
before you can say anything hes up and ushering the last few people out of the library, telling them good night and good luck with their classes tomorrow
youre kind of caught in a brain dead daze after finally being pulled from your studying to watching this cute librarian named jaehyun bustle around and lock doors and turn off lights
and when he finally gets back to you he clicks on the lamp on the table youre working at and sets a cup of coffee in front of you
he mustve made it as you were falling asleep with your eyes open
you thank him copiously before asking
“i thought you let everyone stay after hours when you closed”
he looks up over the rim of his mug with a surprised look in his eyes
he shakes his head as swallows the clearly too hot coffee
“not at all. most of the time i kick them out and study by myself.”
he blushes like its a confession and it makes you feel,,,, something
but you dont want to press
so you just reach out and offer your other headphone to him because if you dont know what to say then you can both enjoy some good study music
so he pulls out his homework for the night and the two of you sit there and study
you sip off your coffee occasionally and both of you nod your heads to the music playing in your ears
he hums along to the ones he knows and a thought skips across your mind
you could get used to this
(theres a 100000% chance there will be a part two to this)
#nct#nct imagines#nct x reader#jaehyun#nct jaehyun#jaehyun x reader#doyoung#nct doyoung#nct u#nct127#librarian au#i love jaehyun#hes my closet bias#library.txt
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How about some poly giomis with a sometimes shy girlfriend? Sfw/nsfw if thats ok!!! Your writing is fantastic btw
Aaa bless you anon you’re so sweet! I love giomis so much so this was fun af (though I might’ve gone a little too wild on the length)
Sfw
Since both you and Giorno are more quiet than the louder and more open Mista, a lot of people tend to assume that it’s just you and Giorno in the relationship and Mista’s just a mutual friend. Whenever it’s clear that someone’s made that mistake, while Giorno will just calmly correct them, Mista will set out to prove to them he’s just as a part of the relationship as you and Giorno. He’ll get way more clingy, keeping one hand firmly on your waist and the other in Giorno’s hand as he calls you both the most sugary sweet pet names in the book, all the while staring down whoever dared insinuate he was just a “friend”.
While Giorno does find your shyness to be adorable at times, he usually won’t push it once you’re already blushing. Mista on the other hand can’t get enough of how cute you get while embarrassed. If it was a kiss that made your face go all red, you can bet you’ll be getting twelve more as he tells you exactly how precious you are.
Giorno’s the best boyfriend when it comes to planning for special occasions. Mista tends to forget dates often, so it’s usually up to Giorno to get everything perfect for any birthday or anniversary celebration. If there’s a special day anywhere within the week, you can bet Giorno’s already gotten you both gifts and booked the perfect restaurant for you three a month in advance.
While Giorno’s best for planned dates, Mista’s definitely the best for the more spur of the moment ones. If there’s a fair in town, or a good movie playing, Mista’s the first to know and will drag you and Giorno over, insisting you all go on a date there.
Movie nights are always fun between you three, but there’s always a 50% chance that Mista’s going to fall asleep during it and spend the rest of the night sprawled out across you and Giorno’s laps snoring over the dialog. It’s usually up to you to put on the subtitles so you can still understand the movie while Giorno’s just sort of at a loss for how he managed to scarf down half a bowl of popcorn and pass out all within 5 minutes.
Once you all moved in together, Giorno made sure to get the biggest bed he could find, and thankfully it’s just big enough for you all to sleep in comfortably. Usually you’ll be the one sleeping between the two boys, with Mista clinging around you and Giorno with just a simple arm around you as you sleep. While the arrangement is great for the cool nights of winter, once summer hits the AC will have to be cranked up to high or the cuddle pile will just turn into a sweaty mess of you all trying to kick each other away so you won’t touch.
Since both Mista and Giorno still have to go on missions for the gang, it can get pretty lonely at home when they’re both out. Whenever they both have to be away for a while, Giorno will make sure to send text updates telling you how much he misses you and how long it should be, while Mista just sends occasional “love you’s” with blurry selfies and pics of Giorno being caught off guard.
Since you’re so shy, both Mista and Giorno can be fiercely protective of you. If someone ever dares lay a finger on you, they won’t even know what’s coming. Mista will already be coming at them with Sex Pistols out as Giorno hangs back to make sure you’re alright. As soon as you’re okay and Mista’s done beating the other person senseless, Giorno will make sure that they know that if they ever show their face around there again they’ll be receiving a much rougher treatment.
Giorno’s the only one allowed to cook in your house ever since Mista tried making you both breakfast in bed and ended up burning it to the point that the pan had to be thrown out. Giorno’s actually really good at cooking and finds it fun to make new recipes to see how you both like them. If Giorno’s not feeling like cooking though, you can bet Mista knows the perfect place for takeout and has the best dishes from there memorized.
Giorno’s a bit of a romantic and his constant flirting never fails to fluster both you, and surprisingly Mista. While Mista tries to deny that it even works on him, it’s pretty hard to hide the fact that his face is suddenly a bright crimson.
After a while of living with you both, Mista will start to notice more and more of his sweaters disappearing around the house. He’ll assume that he somehow managed to misplace them, that is until he comes home early while both you and Giorno are home and finds you both lounging around in a couple of his “missing” sweaters. Thankfully Mista adores the sight of both his boyfriend and girlfriend curled up in his clothes happily donates a few more for you two to relax in around the house.
Nsfw
Both Giorno and Mista don’t really have a preference on whether they’re top or bottom, so the dynamic of the bedroom is always just up to what they’re feeling that night. Sometimes Mista’s in the middle while Giorno tops, or sometimes they’re both topping and taking turns fucking you senseless. The possibilities are endless.
Giorno’s very fond of being able to tie you and Mista up, usually using either a few leather straps or sometimes using his stand to wrap you both in a few vines to fully restrict your movement. Usually it ends up with only you or Mista tied up and teased by him, but on the rare occasions he get’s to tie both of you up at the same time, nothing makes him happier than being able to hear both of your ragged voices begging him for release.
Mista has the highest libido out of you three, so not only is he almost always down to fuck, but he also gets turned on way too easily. Sometimes both you and Giorno like to play a game of trying to see who can rile him up the most without actually touching him, and it almost always ends with Mista pinning one of you to the wall, fucking you at a harsh and punishing pace.
Mista’s also the most aggressive one in the bedroom. While Giorno may like to tease, he prefers to take things more slow and sensual, but Mista’s more the type to take it hard and fast right out of the gate. Mista’s the type to want to make you scream in pleasure, while Giorno’s more the type to make you beg for more.
While Giorno prefers giving oral, Mista is definitely all about receiving it. Whenever you and Giorno want to treat him, having both of you suck his dick at the same time is the perfect way to get him immediately moaning.
Since all three of you have a personal group chat between you, it’s not hard for the conversations to get very nsfw very quickly. Giorno’s the king of sexting, knowing just the right words to rile you both up, while Mista’s more the type to send over pictures of his hard dick with a simple “thinking of you ;)” whenever he’s feeling horny (which is often)
Giorno is very fond of toys and has just the right ones for any occasion. Some of his favorites are the high powered vibrators so he can strap one to both you and Mista and watch as you’re both are reduced to moaning and shaking messes, begging to cum (but of course he always turns the toy off just as you reach the brink)
If you ever get a bit shy in the bedroom and try and cover your face, Giorno will always reach over to have you uncover it. If you refuse you can bet no matter how close he is, he’s going to immediately stop all movement until you finally bring your hands back down. One of his favorite sights is being able to watch your face as you cum, so why would you ever want to cover that?
After sex, Giorno’s always the one to actually get up and go grab a towel so you three can clean up. By time he’s back, Mista’s already just curled up around you and sleeping, so it’ll take you helping out to actually make sure everything’s all clean so there won’t be any uncomfortable stickiness in the morning.
#guido mista#giorno giovanna#vento aureo#jojo headcanons#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba#jjba headcanons#jjba imagines#anonymous
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