#fourmisfitz

[fourmisfitz]

IM BACK, BABYYYY; gimme requests

im gonna start writing again! :”) i’m sorry for all my inactivity, and thank you for continuing to show this account and my works so so much love. i’ve been reading a lot lately and it’s made me wanna dive into it again and i have so many ideas!! any requests? there are some i wanna knock off my “to do” list but i’d like a few fresh ideas :) thanks for your patience guys! xx

[fantasyalien]

Do you not use your Queen blog anymore?

i do babe! i just haven’t had time lately or it hasn’t been on the top of my mind to post there for a bit because i’ve been hit with some big life changes such as a breakup, moving, problems with uni processing, etc. I hope you understand❤️❤️ i’m trying to write and have been, but i haven’t had the energy to get things done and ready for the public eye yet. Love you guys xo

[fourmisfitz]

Tagged by the adorable @somekindofroger thanks lovely <3 This was so hard to do, omg!!

My #1 fave song per Queen album

(no “ands” / “ors” allowed!... but I may have a “tie” in there, whoops)

Queen: Liar

Queen II: White Queen

Sheer Heart Attack: Killer Queen

A Night at The Opera: ‘39

A Day at The Races: Somebody To Love

News of The World: We Are The Champions

Jazz: Don’t Stop Me Now (tied with Fat Bottomed Girls)

The Game: Another One Bites The Dust

Hot Space: Under Pressure

The Works: I Want To Break Free

A Kind of Magic: Who Wants To Live Forever

The Miracle: I Want It All

Innuendo: The Show Must Go On

Bonus:

  Made in Heaven: Made In Heaven

I tag whoever sees this and wants to do it! :)

[fourmisfitz]

hiatus is over:) for real, this time ❤️ so leave fix suggestions in my ask box, lovelies:)

[fourmisfitz]

75 for the kiss thingy !!

75: Kisses to distract the other person from what they were intently doing… hmm… I’m inspired and altering it a little. You’ll thank me for the fluff later

“No, no, no. I can’t do it. It hurts, it’s way too big, Ben.” You screwed your eyes shut as you winced from the intolerable pain.

“It’ll be over before you know it, babe. Squeeze my hand.” He prompted you with a gentle tug at your intertwined fingers.

“I need you to stay still for me, sweetpea,” The sound of something clanging in the garbage disposal echoed the other voice.

When you didn’t budge to open your eyes or take a breath at the plead, Ben had to find another way to get you to calm down.

“No, Ben, I can’t take it.” You insisted, tears beginning to prick through your eyelids as your body shook.

He looked between your pained eyes, a rush of worrisome empathy filing his own veins, and he did what he knew best to distract you while a pressure built beneath your skin again.

“C’mere, love.”

He gently cupped your jaw with both hands and brought his warm lips to yours.

You instantly felt a wave of relief and serenity wash over your body. When he kissed you, it was like nothing else in the world mattered, and all other senses were blocked out.

Thank god for that, because you hated needles.

There was nothing you dreaded more than being told you were behind on vaccination shots, and having Ben as a boyfriend meant you were dragged there and bribed with chocolate bars and a night in with your favourite food afterwards.

“And you’re alllll-” the light voice of the nurse trailed on as a strip of medical tape was swept across your upper arm, “-done!”

Ben pulled away slowly, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear as you peeked one eye open to inspect it. No blood, just a little cotton ball held hostage beneath some tape.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He gently rubbed your other upper arm as you poked the bandage.

“It feels like my arms gonna fall off.” You mumbled monotonously as you swayed your limp, dangling arm, puppy dog eyes staring back at him.

He choked out a laugh and kissed your forehead.

“Just wait for the day you have to get blood work done.” He offered his arm to help you off the high examination table of the clinic.

Your eyes widened at the thought, eye contact cut as you instinctively took hold of his arm beside you.

“Pucker up, Hardy.” You warned, a light shake in your head as you hopped down, earning a snort from him.

Request another from the kissing prompt list

Or my drabble blurb lists (1)  (2)

[fourmisfitz]

Hi! Hello friend. Hope you are doing well! Great to see back. Can’t wait to read the next part of Breakthru. ❤️❤️

Thank you so much! I really appreciate this:) hope you’re having a wonderful night, lovely!💘

[fourmisfitz]

Not a prompt if that’s okay. could u do smth where the reader has night terrors and rog comforts her or smth? Love ur writing btw.

Sidenote: I do have a series called Drowse that’s only up to part 2 at the moment and deals with night terrors if you’d like to also give that a read :) Xx

((I am getting to every blurb request today & tmr, but for right now, I just woke up and I’m starting with this one because I just had the worst sleep paralysis, woot let’s go))

Feathery

(fluff light as feathers)

The mattress began to shake profusely beside Roger’s limp body.

It awoke him from his light slumber and he soon became alert to the vibratory motion rocking the bed frame.

“Starting without me, are we?” He drowsily began to roll over, expecting to find you reaching some different kind of high. “Oh, alright, I’ll just watch the-”

He froze when he saw your body practically convulsing body thrashing around for a moment before snapping himself out of it.

You screamed, just once but it was one of pure fright and it broke Rogers heart.

He had never seen you like this before, but growing up, his younger best friend often dealt with something similar, so a shot of protective instincts rushed through his body.

“Jesus, love!” He exclaimed, extending both arms to pull you into the security of his warm chest, but your legs involuntarily kicked him in the shins, pushing him away.

He tried taking hold of your head to keep it from tossing side to side, but your body still moved aggressively below you, resistance refusing a hold from the side.

“C’mon, darling, wake up,” He coaxed.

Your eyes were somewhat open, eyelashes fluttering faster than a hummingbirds wings, but your mind was still in full panic mode with your breaths startlingly fast paced and whimpers leaving your throat.

“It’s time to wake up, love, ‘time to get up,” his volume grew louder, trying to draw you out by rocking you as if it were any other day and you were late for work, but the concern in his voice projected it as a command.

He knew it was hard to guess when you’d awake - could be a minute, could be thirty, so he tried a new approach.

“Plan B, then.” He murmured to himself, swooping his leg over your hip to straddle you, but lifting his weight off as he grasped your wrists to pin them above your head so you wouldn’t cause any harm to him or yourself.

Your legs gave out one last kick, exhausting themselves, and you slowly awoke out of your sleep to Rogers familiar voice luring you out.

“There’s my girl.” He announced softly, panting a bit.

There was just enough light cast in the room from a bathroom nightlight to see Roger hovering over you, restraining you.

Why was he pinning you? Why did he look so out of breath? And why were you all sweaty?

Realization began to wash over you even though you were ultimately confused of what he might have just witnessed.

He searched your face to try and predict your next reaction.

Your mouth involuntarily pulled down into a frown as an ache rushed up your throat and to your eyes.

Tears. Lots of ‘em.

“Oh, love,” Rogers grip on your wrists disappeared as he pulled your torso into his chest, your arms sandwiched in between your chests.

You tried to muffle stubborn sobs by taking your bottom lip between your teeth, but as soon as your ear hit Rogers racing heartbeat, both adrenaline and grateful comfort overwhelming you, you were a wreck all over again.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you now. You’re safe.” One arm secured your posture into his embrace, the other cradling your head against him. His fingers rushed to hastily glide through your hair to quickly soothe you.

Those words pried the sobs out, your jaw hanging as silent cries rocked your body.

“Shhh, sh sh sh shhh,” he rubbed his hand in large messy circles on your hot, damp back, swaying your unit.

But you couldn’t stop crying, throaty coughs sought out between sobs as you whimpered into his bicep of the arm reaching a hand into your hair.

After your coughs calmed down enough to hear him, your sobs slowly dissipated with them.

“-Then you can sta-art, to make it better..” He sang softly in different ranges, his voice vibrating from his chest against your ear. Your mind began to focus on the words instead of trying to recall the dream you’d just had.

“Hey Jude, don’t be afraid,” You felt his fingers carry through your hair, tucking a piece behind your ear. The lyrics sung by his reassuring tone wrapped you with comfort and vulnerability as they were circumstantially convenient.

You blew out a shaky breath against his skin, trying to regulate your breathing.

Roger continued singing for awhile and eventually your arms dropped down to his lap between you.

“You’re okay, nothing is out to get you.” He promised, stroking your hair, his flat palm splayed across your back.

You let out a loud breathy sob, trying to get air to reach the pit of your lungs.

“C’mere.” You let him guide your body onto your right side as he lay facing you. You began feeling a wave of fright again since your backside was exposed and vulnerable, but he was already pulling you into a secure embrace as he held you into his chest.

“Here, wrap your arm around, love,” You reached your left arm over his waist, clutching him closer to you as shaky breaths still dared to exhume from your lips.

“There you go. Nothing can hurt you as long as you’re in my arms. I promise.” His voice, ridden with fatigue, whispered as his chin bobbed atop your skull, fitting your bodies like two puzzle pieces.

“I love you,” Your strained voice croaked out, falling into a drowse before you could hear him repeat it back.

Rogers hand urged to continue lazily tracing incomplete shapes on your back until he was sure you were asleep.

He secured his cage of arms around you and held you until your breaths against the crook of his neck silenced.

“I’ve got you.” He murmured above your head, bending down to place a warm kiss on your forehead before drifting off too.

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Request more from this drabble prompt list (doesn’t have to be from the list:) )

More blurbs here

[fourmisfitz]

*Drowse lyrics covering arms; matching outfits w 70s Rog; headphones blaring ‘I’m in love with my car’*

friend: “Who’s that blonde u have as your wallpaper?”

me: Me?😂😂 in love with😂 the 28 year old version of a 69 year- 😂😂 don’t be silly😂😂

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*flips phone over*

me: ok what gave it away