Birthday parties are better when you're in your twenties rather than your childhood years, and no one can argue that. Instead of small games being played, there are thorough discussions being held. Alcohol and coffee replace sugar-filled juices, and the cakes are better tasting rather than crazily decorated. Plus, as a child, the people who attend those parties might not be there for you in the future; however, as an adult, the people who attend these parties are more likely to be there until the end.
Seeing as Ben was turning twenty-nine, I knew I had to hold a small party for him. We had been together for four years and married for only one of them; however, during those years of loving each other, I found that Ben never celebrated his birthday the way most people do. Some people go drinking or have a party, or some even go on holiday. Ben, on the other hand, celebrated it as if it were another day. I was determined that this particular year had to be celebrated one way or another.
"The guys seem to be having a good time out there," Lucy notes as she moves to stand next to me in the kitchen. Looking around the kitchen wall, I smile seeing Ben joking around with his friends, all of them from his most recent movie. I could tell when the movie was finished that he was proud of it and happy that he had found such great friends while doing it. Even though I wasn't in the film, I also gained a few friends through it as well as a best friend - Lucy.
"They do, don't they?" I ask her, moving back to stand in front of the counter once again. Unboxing the golden sparkly candles, I smile back at Lucy before taking a few and placing them over the cake I just finished decorating. "I'm glad they're all having a good time."
"What made you want to throw Ben a party?" Lucy asks, taking a couple of candles from the box and decorating the cake with me. "Because I think it was a fantastic idea on your part."
Lightly laughing at her compliment, I quickly thank her before answering. "For all of the years we've been together, he's never really celebrated his birthday," I explain, "One year, we went out to dinner, but that's it. Not to mention the fact that he's thrown a party for me with my friends and family members for every year we've been together," I add on, smirking. "This year, I decided that he needed a party for himself finally."
Smiling, Lucy nods and takes more candles from the box. "Now, what made you want to bake him a salted caramel cake?" She asks another question, making me raise an eyebrow at her. I didn't tell her that was the flavor of the cake, so how does she know? "I hope you don't mind, but I snuck some frosting from the bag earlier when you went to rally the boys in the yard."
We both laugh at her words, loving the fact that we're close enough as best friends that we can joke around like that and steal frosting from piping bags like children.
"I asked him, 'chocolate or vanilla?' And he told me to surprise him," Nodding toward the cake, I smile. "So, I chose to make him a vanilla cake with salted caramel frosting and drizzle between the layers," I explain, glancing at the clock on the stove. "In a few minutes, we'll have the boys go into the dining room, and I'll bring out Ben's cake before lighting the candles."
Once Lucy and I finish decorating the cake with the candles and more caramel drizzle, she gathers the boys in mine and Ben's dining room before I bring out the cake. It makes me smile seeing Ben surrounded by people who love him. Brian and his wife stand off to the corner while Gwil and his fiancée stay seated at the far end of the table. Lucy is seated on the right side of the table with Rami standing behind her, his hands gently resting on her shoulders as soft smiles linger on both of their faces. Meanwhile, Joe sits at the other side of the table, eagerly waiting for a slice of the cake, going by the anticipation written all over his face. Although, it makes me smile even more when I see Ben practically light up as I enter the room.
Placing the cake down at the end of the table where Ben sits, I quickly light up the candles as everyone sings Happy Birthday to him. It isn't long until I feel my husband wrap his arms around me and pull me onto his lap, still singing Happy Birthday as I look over at him to see him wearing a smile I haven't seen in a while.
Once the song is over, everyone watches in anticipation for Ben to blow out his candles, but instead of doing that, he looks at me once more. "Will you blow out the candles with me, love?" He asks, making me smile at him with a blush. "We are getting old with each other, so it seems right."
With a giggle, I nod and we both turn our heads to blow the candles out, applause sounding through the slightly crowded room as we do so. "You guys are so sickening," Joe teases, making everyone, including Ben and I, laugh at his comment.
"You're just jealous," Ben jokes back, his arm around me tightening. This comment earns more laughter and a playful shrug from Joe. Just like Lucy and I, the guys all have a close enough relationship to joke around like children as well.
Despite Ben's protests, I remove myself from his lap and stand to cut a slice of cake for our friends, earning sounds of approval from everyone as they take a bite.
"(Y/n), you did excellent on this cake," Gwil says as soon as he tastes the treat. Looking down at his slice of cake, he smiles with a sigh. "Well," He starts. "There goes my diet," he mutters, his fianceé nodding in agreeance as they both dig in. We all chuckle at his comment before Joe speaks up.
"We were supposed to have one?" Joe questions his friend, making all of us shake our heads and laugh at his silliness.
"I quit those things long ago," Brian admits with a simple wave of his hand, causing us all to laugh even more at his raw honesty.
"The cake is absolutely wonderful, love," Ben compliments, leaning up to kiss my cheek with his soft lips. "Thank you, my darling."
His comments make me smile and blush once again, feeling his sweet words squish my heart to death. We've loved each other for so long, and no matter what, his words always affect me. I just can't help but feel every ounce of love this man has for me, and I hope he feels the love I have for him as well.
Once everyone has finished their cake, we all head back into the living room where Ben opens the gifts everyone got for him. Every gift received made Ben smile or laugh as each had a different meaning. Rami got him a new hoodie - similar to the one I have to argue with Ben just to wash it. Next, Roger got him a pair of drumsticks with his name and birthday engraved on them. Gwil got him a few books, as did Brian, while Joe got him something completely different.
"Sweet!" Ben notes, taking the video game from the gift bag before looking over the expertly designed cover. "I have been wanting this one for a while," He adds on, Joe smiling proudly at his gift-giving skills. Ben then looks up at me as I lean over the back of the couch, watching beside him as he opens each gift. "You'll play this with me, right?"
Ben's question makes me grin before nodding, leaning closer to kiss the side of his blond hair-covered head. "Of course, love," I assure him, watching him light up like earlier. "Anything you want."
With a soft smile, I peck his lips again before walking to the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors for the next gift. Lucy decided to get him a new pair of sneakers for soccer, but she also decided to wrap the entire package in a combination of zip ties and duck tape. It doesn't help that I gave her the idea for the gift wrapping in the first place, but Ben doesn't have to know that.
Opening the utensil drawer, I move spatulas and spoons around, trying to find the item Ben will need. Taking the green kitchen scissors into my hand, I move to walk back into the living room; however, Gwil's voice from the living room causes me to pause and listen in.
"You must fall in love with her more and more every day, huh?" The man asks whom I assume is Ben, making me confusedly smile. Why is he asking that?
"Of course," I hear Ben's deep voice respond, making my heart beat rapidly as my smile grows. The blush I had on my cheeks returns as I peer around the kitchen doorway, only to be greeted by Ben's green eyes staring straight back at me as he continues smiling happily. "How could I not?"
Before Roger and I met, I was always going out and dancing with my friends. It was always something I loved to do, but I didn’t just dance with anyone. It was rare if I accepted an offer from someone to dance as I mostly stuck with my friends. I had one too many bad experiences that I didn’t want to repeat, and the only thing I found that worked was if my friends and I stuck close to one another.
The night I met Roger was no different; however, my friends and I weren’t dancing, we were listening. It was the early years of Queen, and they were booked at a small local bar as they weren’t quite as big yet. Still, despite their small audience, my friends and I were still entranced by their music. Well, my friends were; I was more focused on something else, their music only serving as background noise in my head.
My eyes were stuck on a pair of blue ones, his eyes only flickering away from mine to look at his drums every few seconds. Throughout the few songs they played, this never changed, and when they all put their instruments down, I knew something was bound to occur, or at least, that’s what I hoped for. He didn’t seem like the usual sleazy guy at the bar, but at the same time, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. He could’ve been nice, but he could’ve also been really cocky too.
“This guy could be trouble,” I couldn’t help but think to myself.
Hearing a small hello beside me, I turn in my barstool to see the same man from earlier, a gentle smile adorning his face. “My name’s Roger,” he introduced himself, his voice slightly struggling to remain slow and calm. “I couldn’t help but notice you earlier. Do you… come here often?”
At the cheesy pickup line, I couldn’t help but laugh, watching as Roger let out a relieved sigh before visibly relaxing. Resting my head against my clasped hands on the bar, I gave Roger a smile before speaking up. “As a matter of fact, I don’t,” I told him, “This is my first time ever coming to this place, but I like it.”
Taking a seat next to me, Roger remained facing me, still beaming like before. “Well, I’m glad you chose to come tonight then,” he admitted, his fingers nervously dancing against his jean-clad thigh. I was taken a bit by surprise seeing this. Most guys were over-confident, and a lot of them were assholes. So, to see a man nervous… because of me? It wasn’t something I had ever seen before.
“This guy is major trouble.”
“Me too,” I confessed, turning more in my seat to face him as well. His face softened at this, almost like he was no longer nervous, but more relaxed. “My friends and I usually go out dancing,” I explained, nodding my head to the small group of girls around me. “If there was a dance floor here, we definitely would have been dancing.”
It was only at this point that Roger looked away from me, a sly smile taking over his lips before he looked back at me. “I would have loved to see it.”
From that moment on, Roger and I grew closer, and soon enough, the flirtatious drummer was my boyfriend. It was also from that moment on that I constantly danced for Roger. However, it wasn’t always sexual; instead, Roger loved to see me doing something I was passionate about. He even wanted me to attend every show they played at, and for a while, I thought it was so I could watch Roger do the thing he was most passionate about. Just like him, when I saw him doing something he loved, I was happy as well.
That was until I heard Roger and Brian over talking backstage before a show. Brian was clearly teasing Roger by the tone of his voice, but it was only when Brian mentioned my name that I realized what they were discussing.
“I’m not going out there until I know where she is,” I heard Roger defend himself, “I can only go out there if I can see (Y/n) in the audience,” he further added, earning a laugh from Brian in response.
“What, do you need your personal cheerleader out there?” Brian jived, making my face grow with absolute confusion. Personal Cheerleader? Was I really Roger’s personal cheerleader to them? Not that I minded the title, but it did explain a lot. Such as Freddie always asking where my pom-poms were.
Deciding to wait outside the door for Brian to leave, I was only left in the hallway for barely a minute before Brian left, a small chuckle leaving his lips when he saw me. He knew I heard what he said. He had no regrets either.
Walking into the small room where the two men were, Roger greeted me with a relieved face, immediately moving to pull me close and kiss me on the cheek. “Where have you been, love? I didn’t see you when I went out there a few seconds ago,” he asked, his hands moving to rest against my hips.
“I was sitting down at the bar; my feet were starting to hurt,” I explained to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I watched as his face quickly cast itself in worry, his grip on me tightening.
“Are you alright, darling? Do you think you’ll still be able to dance?” He further questioned me, a few seconds passing as a smile made its way to my lips. I couldn’t help but be amused by his question. “Do you think you’ll still be able to dance?” Maybe Brian was right in his words.
“Why?” I asked him, my voice taking on a teasing tone as I leaned back with my arms still wrapped around him. “Would you be mad if I sit out this one night?”
Roger’s face immediately softened at my words, a short second passing before he smiled at me. “Of course not, love,” he assured me, “I would never be mad at you for something as silly as that. It’s just… you inspire me on the drums when you dance,” Roger further explained, my teasing behavior slowly forgotten as his endearing words settled into my mind.
Resting my head against his chest, I stared up at him with a smile as he gently swayed us in his hold. After a moment, he let out a soft chuckle, causing me to furrow my brows up at him. “I guess you really are my cheerleader,” he decided, making me laugh as well.
Stretching up to his height, I kissed his cheek before grabbing his hand. “Well, come on then,” I announced, urging him to move forward with me. “You have a show to put on, and I’ve gotta be on that dance floor.”
I could see Roger grin in my peripherals, his figure quickly catching up to me to smack my bottom. “I love the way you think,” he said, only to grab me and spin me back into his chest without any warning. After a quick second, Roger let out an excited breath. “I love you.”
Without a beat, I grinned at his words. “I love you too,” I softly murmured back to him, pecking his lips. There were many people waiting for the show to begin, but Roger and I couldn’t find it within ourselves to care. It was us, and just us in that moment. The drummer and the dancer, who would’ve thought?
Everyone knows Roger is a constant complainer. Not to mention one of his favorite hobbies is bickering with his bandmates. However, there's something Roger is excellent at doing - getting attention one way or another from me, his girlfriend.
"Lovie," I hear Roger yell from his 'office' (a room with a drum set and soundproof walls). His voice gives away his neediness, and I can't help but smile to myself with a shake of my head. Lifting the TV remote from my lap, I mute the telly as I turn away from the random show and look toward the hallway. "I need you!" he further adds, making me let out a little laugh in response to his dramatic voice.
Standing from the couch, I head toward the room at the end of the hallway before opening the door to see Roger sitting beside his drum-set, rubbing his hand as if he hurt it. The room is the same way it was yesterday, meaning he barely started practicing after sitting down. Not to mention his long blond hair is still combed down rather splayed everywhere due to his sporadic movements while drumming. That's definitely not normal for Roger
"Are you okay, honey?" I ask, moving closer to sit across from him. Once I do, he scoots forward and plants his head onto my lap where he nuzzles into me while sighing. I can tell he's stressed out - it's evident in his breathing and slightly scrunched face.
"No, I'm not," Roger gently confesses, bringing his hands up to lay in my lap as well. His fingers gently knead against the skin of my thighs for a few seconds before Roger stops with almost a pained hiss. "My... my hands keep cramping," he explains, laying them back on my legs. "They've started hurting terribly."
"Would you like me to rub them?" I ask Roger, reaching down toward his hands. Looking back up at me, Roger slyly smirks to which I squint my eyes at him with a small, "Or not," My words quickly shut down his comment, Roger giving in with a small 'hmph'. He can't even last ten seconds without his mind jumping to something dirty.
Taking his hands in mine, I hold them up to my eyes and frown at the purple and red splotches that cover Roger's fingertips. "Roger, baby," I mutter, running my thumbs over his warm palms. Looking back at me, he lightly smiles and tries to brush my worries off, but I don't let him. "Stay here," I tell him before standing from the wooden floor and heading out into the hall.
Once I'm in our bedroom, I quickly grab the lavender hand lotion from my side table drawer and turn around, only to find Roger entering our room a few seconds after me. Instead of doing like I said and staying in his drumming room, Roger plants himself on our bed where he lays back and gestures for me to join him. "Didn't I tell you to stay put?" I tease him, causing a smile to rise to the blond's lips.
"The drum floor is quite uncomfortable, dear," he tells me, patting his lap. "Come. Sit." Roger adds, now smirking.
"Oh, God, Rog," I almost exclaim, fighting my ever-growing smile and red blush. Tossing the bottle of hand lotion toward him, I point toward him. "And to think I was going to massage your hands in thanks for all your hard work!"
Instantly, his smirk drops and he's sitting straight up rather than lying back. "I promise I'll be good," he states almost as if he were a child begging to go somewhere. "Please, I won't make any more dirty comments."
At his begging, I wait a few seconds before giving up the fight to not smile and letting out a dramatic sigh. "That's impossible for you," I tell him, plopping down on his lap and taking his hands in mine. He must've thought I wasn't going to accept his previous invitation going by the slightly shocked look that takes over his face only to be taken over by bliss.
Once I'm finished massaging his first hand, I start massaging the other one, only to let out a small laugh as I do so. "What?" Roger pipes up, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes and a curious smile. He's so relaxed, that he could probably fall asleep right now.
At his question, I smile back before pressing our hands together, palm to palm. "Your hands are so much bigger than mine," I note, moving my fingers to go between his. "And yet, they fit so perfectly together..."
"Maybe it's because we're meant to be together," Roger concludes, rolling us over so we can lie beside each other. He instantly pulls me into his arms as soon as he can, pressing me to his chest as I simply savor the closeness of our hold. "Wouldnt you agree?" He asks, making me smile up at him.
However, before any more time passes, Roger quickly presses his lips to mine for a few moments until he pulls away, smiling as he stares down at me with nothing but gentleness in his eyes. Squeezing our still interlocked hands, he leans close enough to place his lips on mine once again, but surprisingly, he doesn't, and instead, he chooses to speak up once more. "But then again, I've always known that~"
hi <3 would you be able to write 2 and 21 for frank? thanks!
#21 "i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." (NSFW - smut under the cut)
hi ! I left out #2 because i've already had a lot of requests with this number <3
You hated your work place.
It was dirty, some of the windows were broken and poorly repaired which meant that you were cold most of the times, and quite frankly, the only reason you hadn't turned in your resignation letter was because you needed the money to pay rent.
So you just dealt with it and put on your best customer service smile whenever someone came in.
It was nearly 3pm when the chime of the door drew your attention away from the magazine you were browsing through and to the new customers who had just entered the shop. There were two of them, a man and a woman around your age.
They began looking around and you leaned against the counter, resting your chin on your hand.
"Can I help you?" You said. The woman smiled your way, grabbing a bottle from a shelf.
"I want some tequila, but I can't seem to find the one I like."
"Which one would that be?"
"All I can see here is Aejo and I usually drink Reposado."
"I should have that in the back, let me check." you smiled politely, trying not to appear bored out of your mind before going to the back room, sighing as you closed the door behind yourself.
You looked for that specific bottle amongst the others and smiled to yourself as you finally found it.
But when you came back, the two of them were gone, and the cash register was empty. You dropped the bottle to the floor, the glass shattering at your feet.
"That fucking bitch."
You didn't even bother running after them. You had stayed in the back room for a solid minute trying to look for that bottle, so they were probably long gone by now. If it was any other day you probably would've cried, but right now, you were just mad. There were only 20$ left. You boss was going to kill you.
Just as you were about to pick up the pieces and clean up the mess, the chime of the door rang again, someone new walking in.
"Sorry, we're closed." you mumbled.
"Frank what the fuck are you doing, we need to go, right now!" you heard someone yell from outside, and that's when you put two and two together. Your eyes widened and you walked around the counter, approaching him menacingly.
"You're with them." The man held his hands up in defeat, taking a few steps back.
"Look, it's not—"
"No. You fucking stay right here. I'm calling the police." you went to grab your phone but he stopped you.
"No. No, no, no. Don't. Just listen, please. I promise we'll bring the money back."
"Oh, yeah." you scoffed. "Because you guys are honest thieves, right?" the man whose name you leaned was Frank approached you and cupped your cheeks. You frowned as he looked at you up and down, his gaze lingering a bit too long on your lips.
"I'll bring the money back, but right now I can't explain. I swear on my life I'll do it." you scoffed then tried to slap his hands away as you began to threaten him again, but he cut you off.
"God you're so fucking sexy when you're mad." he suddenly blurted out, still holding your face. He was obviously high on adrenaline, you could tell by the way his breathing came out ragged.
"What the f—"
You let out a surprised gasp as you were pushed against the counter rather roughly, Frank's lips pressing against yours in a heartbeat. To your own surprise, you didn't stop him. You stayed frozen for a short instant, but you didn't even try to push him away.
You'd be lying if you said he wasn't extremely attractive and, fuck, if getting dicked down by a hot stranger could make your day just slightly better, then so be it.
So you pulled him close by his leather jacket and deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You moaned as he pressed himself against you, feeling his hard-on against your crotch.
By the time he broke the kiss you were panting heavily, out of breath. Frank swore as he began to drag his lips down your neck, his hand cradling the side of your face.
"I'm not wearing any underwear." you blurted out, growing impatient. Immediately, he detached his lips from your skin, looking at you dead in the eye as if to check if you were really serious. "Thought you'd like to know." you continued.
"Do you have somewhere more private we can go?" he asked, rubbing your cheek softly. You nodded — a bit too eagerly for your liking before leading him to the back room, quickly closing the door behind you. Frank hoisted you up onto a table nearby, his lips crashing on yours again.
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Y/N."
"Pretty name for a pretty girl." he smirked, going back to kissing you. You moaned, becoming a bit restless. "can you just fuck me?" you wanted to say.
"I'm Frank."
"Yeah. I heard that." you rolled your eyes, remembering why he was here in the first place. "Now for the love of god are you going to fuck me or do I have to do it myself?"
With that you crashed lips again and his free hand fumbled with his belt buckle blindly. Frank continued to kiss you while he worked it open, and he practically yanked his jeans and underwear down far enough for his cock to spring free.
"I don't have much time, we'll have to make this quick." you nodded, getting rid of the clothes you didn't need.
Frank stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance, pushing the first inches in before snapping his hips into yours. You cried out at the feeling of being filled so suddenly, your moans only growing louder as he began fucking you as he pleased.
About thirty seconds later, the sound of a car honking repeatedly caught your attention.
"Your f-friends are getting impatient." you panted, moaning as he hit that one spot.
"They'll have to wait a bit longer. Are you close, baby?"
"Yeah." you breathed out, throwing your head back. You reached down to rub your clit for extra pleasure, and with a couple more thrust of Frank's hips you came hard, spasming around his cock. It wasn't long before he pulled out and stroked himself, coming on your stomach with a loud, drawn out moan.
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"Come with us." Frank whispered as he pulled his jeans back up, breaking the silence that had settled. You breathing was still a bit unsteady as you answered.
"Excuse me?"
Frank opened his mouth to speak but closed it again almost immediately, knowing it would be hard to convince you.
"Come with us and I can promise you'll be rich by the end of the week." you couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head incredulously.
"Not happening, Frank." you grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you. "Now take your little friends and get the hell out of here before I change my mind and call the cops."
This was a request from @lunawolfnicky - Thank you so much!
Word count: 2.6k~
The reader is named Babs, which will be explained in the story.
Tonight was unlike any other night since everyone got back from the mission. It took a couple of weeks for everyone to finally settle down and relax for a change, not to mention catch up on sleep at the same time. This was the first night nobody stayed in their room. Instead, everyone filled the only room big enough to hold everyone, which also happened to be the kitchen.
“I still think you’re fucking crazy,” Two says to Three as he chomps down on a ridiculously greasy burrito he made a few minutes ago. No matter what, he eats to the fullest and he doesn’t care what anybody has to say about it. “Yes, we’re ‘dead,’ but we’re not actually dead!”
“I can eat whatever I want, when I want!” He argues back, “I ate like this before my death and I’m going to continue eating like this. Nothing can stop me.”
“But you’re not actually dead! That’s the problem!” Two nearly shouts at him, causing us to laugh at her small outburst.
Warnings: Mentions of injury, slight spoilers for the film
Summary: When Billy comes back from a mission hurt, he insists that you should be the one to clean him up.
Not proof read
You had joined the ghosts before everyone else, being the first person that One recruited. He found you when you were on the run from the government, your life on the line.
You were young when the government first found out about you, 19 years old when you were taken in by the F.B.I for the first time; they’d been investigating you for a while, watching as you created your technology and sold it on the dark web, technology that could ruin people, they watched as you hacked into worldwide systems, government systems and realised you’d be the type of person who could topple governments across the world. It took a few days of questioning before they decided what they wanted to do with you. You could either go to a high security prison for 30 years, or, you could work for the government and help them take the bad people off the street. It only took you a moment to answer, even though you didn’t want to help get people off the street, you also didn’t want to go to prison, so you said you’d help them, and that’s exactly what you did.
That was until you decided to run. It had been 4 years of helping the cops, 4 years of snitching on people you knew, people you cared about, and you decided one night that you simply couldn’t do it anymore. It took a few weeks of planning, but eventually you got away, or nearly got away. You were still ahead of the government, but not by much, you spent every single day looking over your shoulder, anxious about getting caught again, and that’s how One found you.
You were sat in your hotel room, the room you’d booked under a fake name, your computer open in front of you as you ran through the camera feeds in the city, erasing any evidence that you were ever in the city, erasing everything from existence. You turned quickly at the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you, grabbing the gun sat next to you as you did, holding it out at the man standing in the shadows. “Who the fuck are you?” you snarled, standing from your seat, walking closer to the man.
“I’m the person who can give you a life again.” He paused, stepping out into the light, “The worlds an awful place, but maybe, maybe we can make it a little better. The tech you’ve made could be essential in doing that. I want you to join me. But you need to do something first.” He spoke.
You slowly lowered your gun, keeping it in your hands just in case, “And what would I need to do?”
“Die.” He paused, “Or, at least fake your death. This doesn’t work if you’re known to be alive.”
You scoffed, “you want me to fake my death to help you make the world a better place.”
“You’re dead already sweetheart, with the government behind you at every step, dying gets them off your back, forever.” It didn’t take you long to make up your mind, figuring that dying and helping this guy out would be better than being on the run for the rest of your life, constantly erasing yourself from existence.
You smirked at him, “Well then, how am I dying?” He smiled, chuckling lightly.
Your death was a little harder to get right than One thought it would be, since the government were looking for you, he had to make sure you definitely looked dead. After a little while, he managed to get it perfect, the government believed you were dead and they finally stopped hunting you, finally allowing you to live your life in peace.
The first few months in the ‘haunted house’ as One called it were spent by yourself whilst One went to go find other people to join the team, you spent your days training, watching tv and looking after Wally the dog, just waiting for the day you’d get a mission to go on.
When Four was recruited into the team, you found yourself spending more and more time with him, showing him around when he first joined, and explaining everything you knew about One, which admittedly, wasn’t much. When the whole team had been made up and missions started, you stayed at base, erasing any camera footage and helping them find their ways around, supplying them their guns and their tech, missions would be spent with Four on comms, your back and forth flirting pissing the rest of team off constantly, One always telling the two of you to cut it out. You and Four had never acted on the feelings you had for each other, but you both knew the feelings were there. One's rules just didn’t allow you to talk about them in depth with each other, and you had to learn to live with that.
One had wanted you to be with the team when they went to Hong Kong, all of them needing to stay in a hotel for one night after the extraction mission had taken place. Even though One had plenty of money to book enough rooms for all of you, he booked double rooms, pairing everyone up, and of course, you were paired up with Four.
The mission was spent with you in the hotel room, watching from cameras on the opposite building for everything that happened on the roof, watching as your team found themselves struggling, listening into the comms as your team argued with each other. And you watched as the zip line was cut with Four still on the roof, tears filling your eyes as you heard him say he couldn’t get across. Your body going numb as One cut the comms with you like he normally does at the end of a mission.
It felt like hours before the team came back to the hotel, you didn’t know if Four was truly left behind or not, your hands shaking as you waited for the door to your room to open. Your head snapped up as you heard the lock click, breathing out a sigh of relief as you saw Four walk through the door, clearly injured, but alive. You couldn’t stop yourself as you rushed into his arms, your arms wrapping around his neck lightly as you hugged him, his going around your waist, pulling your body to his. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” he repeated in a whisper, reassuring you that he was perfectly fine.
Four pulled away slightly, his hands still on your waist, you placed your hands on his cheeks, your eyes scanning over his face as you took in the bruises and the cuts littering his skin. “Five checked me over, no serious injuries, just some cuts that need cleaning.” He told you as he noticed you looking at them all.
“Why didn’t five clean them?” You asked, furrowing your brows slightly, five would normally clean the cuts on the way back as best as she could, but it was clear she didn’t do that at all.
Four looked down, sighing lightly, his cheeks heating up, “I told her I wanted you to clean them.” he whispered. You smiled widely at that, nodding your head, carefully you took his hand in yours, leading him over to the bathroom.
“Sit.” you spoke, nodding towards the toilet, Four sitting on the toilet lid, his eyes flicking down to his knuckles, trying to wipe some of the blood off. Quickly, you grabbed the first aid kit you had in your bag, you liked to take it with you just in case, and now you were glad you did. Opening the first aid kit, you took out some wipes, moving to stand in-between Four’s legs, his hands going to the back of your thighs as you stood, his eyes watching you as you cleaned him up, carefully wiping down his cuts, making sure they were all clean. “I need you to take your shirt off.” you whispered, causing a smirk to appear on Four’s face.
He winked at you as he took his shirt off, “All you gotta do is ask, sweetheart.” he chuckled as you rolled your eyes.
“Piss off, Four.” You smiled as you began cleaning the cuts on his chest.
“Billy.” It was a miracle you heard him speak, his voice only just loud enough. You hummed in confusion, your hands on his shoulders. He looked up at you, “Call me Billy. Please.” It was only now you noticed the tears in his eyes. Carefully, you grabbed his hands, quickly cleaning up the blood from his knuckles before standing him up, leading him over to your bed, helping him lie down as you laid next to him, his arms going around your waist as your hands went to his hair, your fingers tangling in his blonde locks. “If I get to call you Billy, then you should call me y/n.” you whispered, your heart breaking lightly as you heard Billy sniffle, your hands moving to lift his face up so he was looking at you. “Talk to me Billy, please.”
His hands tightened around your waist, pulling your body impossibly closer, “When they cut that zipline, I thought there was no way I could get across.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Then I thought of you. I knew you were listening and I would have spoken to you then but I knew the whole team would be listening. I had to get across for you, to see you again, to hold you, to be able to say one more cheesy line to you.” you both chuckled lightly at that last part, your eyes filling with tears, “And when I was pushed off the edge of the building, when he was on top of me, trying to kill me, all I could think about was you. All I could think about was that I had never told you I loved you. I thought I was going to die without being able to tell you how much I love you, how much I am absolutely crazy about you. And that thought scared me more than death.” Billy had tears streaming down his face at this point, one of his hands moving further up your back, rubbing it lightly. Your hands were still resting on his cheeks, one moving to the back of his neck as you leant forward, attaching your lips to his carefully, the kiss starting out as slow and nervous before moving quicker, your lips moulding together perfectly, his hands tightening on you, your body impossibly close to his.
“I love you too Billy. I think I always have before I even realised I did.” you smiled.
Billy chuckled lightly, almost in disbelief, his face going into the crook of your neck, his lips running along your skin, leaving gentle kisses. “I hope you know that now I have you, I’m never fuckin’ letting you go.”
“I never want you to let me go.” you whispered back, closing your eyes as you stayed in Billy’s embrace.
At that moment, you didn’t care about One’s rules. You knew he’d find out eventually, especially after the mission had ended, you knew Billy would get hurt, he always does, and you knew that when you saw him again, you wouldn’t be able to stay away from him, even if One was there to watch, you couldn’t hide how you felt about him anymore.
[x] IMAGINE WARREN SHOWING HIS SOFTER SIDE BY GIVING YOU HIS LEATHER JACKET WHEN YOU'RE FEELING COLD.
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Warren wasn't exactly someone who showed affection. He had grown up with a father who despised mutants and people had kidnapped him to Germany and made him fight other mutants against his will - so when he met you, a non-mutant, he thought that you'd be just another one of those who would look at him with disgust, or at least think of him as a lesser being from yourself.
So it was a surprise for him when you actually were kind to him and treated him as your equal, and he kind of started thinking of you as a friend. He still appeared cold and indifferent about you, but it wasn't because he didn't like you. He did like you. But he was afraid that if he lets himself to become close with you, he'll lose you eventually somehow and it would be another disappointment.
Professor Xavier admired your skill to keep up with Warren, you had an amazing skill to just let it be if he was on a bad mood and didn't get hurt. You understood. And he decided to tell it to Warren too.
"Y/N is a friend you wouldn't want to lose," he had said. "I'd advise you to be more kind to them."
It was difficult for him, it really was. His trust for humans had been shattered to a million pieces a long time ago - but you had somehow lit up a hope again. A hope that there's more people who think of mutants as their equals, but their voice has been drowned because of loud protesters.
One day, when they were on a summer trip, a sunny day had turned slightly colder than the news predicted - and of course you hadn't taken your cardigan with you. You hugged yourself and jumped in place for a few times to get yourself warmed up, but then you suddenly felt a jacket being laid on your shoulders. At first you thought it was Kurt, the boy was always caring about his friends. Or maybe even Scott, even though that wasn't like him. But actually seeing the jacket almost made you believe you were dreaming, it was Warren's jacket. You looked up at the boy standing behind you, and he offered you a careful smile. It took you a moment, but you started to smile too, knowing that your friendship would properly start here.
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Gigs were tiring for any band, but for Queen, they were a mix of excitement, exhaustion, and anticipation to get back on the tour bus to eat dinner and sleep. However, for one particular drummer, his anticipation was set on something else. To be more specific, it was set on someone else.
Without missing a night, Roger Taylor would finish a gig with sweat pouring down his forehead before heading back to the hotel they were staying at and going up to his room while the guys did their own thing. He would then ring up his love from his room’s phone and talk with her until the call would abruptly hang up, meaning that an hour had passed and the hotel would get a hefty bill for international calling.
If they weren’t staying at a hotel, like that specific night, then he would venture out into the cold night of whatever city they were playing in and find a payphone to call the love of his life. Thankfully, with Queen growing in popularity, he didn’t have to do that too often, but since tonight was a night of nonstop traveling, he had to settle for this method.
A/N: Apologies if the formatting is a bit whack on this one. Usually I copy the HTML from Ao3 and paste it into the tumblr doc but Ao3 is down rn so I just gotta copy it straight from the word doc so 🤷♀️ lets hope it works lmao.
When Ben called me and described how filming Bohemian Rhapsody was going, I was elated to hear that he had grown to be close friends with his fellow castmates. Furthermore, I was even happier to see Ben and Joe being the closest out of the four. Joe seemed to be a fun and level-headed guy, and Ben needed a friend like that. I’m very thankful that they’re still friends, and I’m even more thankful for the fact that they make an effort to see each other after being finished with filming.
Tonight, Ben and I are going to dinner with Joe. Last week we had to cancel as Ben was sick, but thankfully, he’s better and ready to see his friend again. Listening to the phone call between Ben and Joe, I can tell that Joe is just as excited to see Ben as well.
Walking into our bedroom, I walk past Ben as he lies on his back on the bed, his phone pressed to his ear as he talks to Joe. “Yeah, it’s the place by Marble Street, right?” I hear Ben ask as I open the top drawer of our dresser to grab a bra and pair of panties. “Okay, good. See you there,” He further states as I turn toward the Ben with my under-clothes in hand. I can feel Ben’s eyes on me as I do so, making me smile.
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