Mike Wazowski joins the Avengers.

THOR’S HAMMER IS BLOCKING HIS FACE I AM DYING

It’s Easy When you Know the Rules (B.H)

A/N: Hi hello. I wrote this thing. I hope you like it. I heard I’ll be there for You at work and started thinking about friends. and this is what can of that. It’s not that good. but i like it. i hope ya’ll enjoy. like, reblog, comment, if you feel inclined to.  

pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader warnings: none really. sexy times implied?

Waking up naked in a hotel room of a strangers can be a little embarrassing. When you wake up in the nude of the the room belonging to your best friend you know exactly what happened the night before. Most likely the two of you got a little to drunk at the after party and ended up in bed together, nothing new. 

The first time this happened it was terrifying. You had no idea what would come of your friendship. You knew you didn’t have feelings for him like that. But there was this hankering inside you every time you saw in a suit. The two of you talked it over and an agreement of sorts was made. The two of you could shag for the rest of the season. The day after the Oscars it would all come to an end. The two of you would go back to being just friends and absolutely no one could know about it. 

But there was one major rule, you couldn’t fall in love with each other. Not in a romantic way anyways. It wasn’t hard for you, you were more worried about him. This is why you were in the predicament you were in right now. After a night filled with champagne and other drinks you found yourself in his bed once again. 

You stared at the ceiling contemplating what to do next. You wanted to get up and leave. There was one problem though. His freaking arm. It was wrapped around you securing you to his side. You didn’t want to wake him from his blissful slumber. You thought about just moving his arm but that was sure to stir him. And he looked so cute when he slept. His lips almost seemed plumper. His features always seemed so at peace. You saw movement under his eyelids and wondered what he was dreaming about. Was he dreaming about you the way you had dreamt about him the night before?

Stop. You needed to stop yourself before your thoughts became something more. You couldn’t have that, you wouldn’t fall in love with your best friend. It would ruin everything. 

But you wouldn’t have to worry about him much longer. In about six-ish hours would be on your way to the cabin, a safe place of sorts. A place where you could relax and not have to think about about him. After all he was flying off somewhere soon as well. 

There was a sudden rapid series of knocks that jolted you out of the trance you were in. You couldn’t very well answer the door of a room you shouldn’t be in, instead you hit the arm of the man next to you, making in spring forward in surprise.

“What?” He whispered wiping the sleep from his vert eyes. He was confused why you woke him from his slumber until he heard the knocking again. “Shit.” He unwrapped himself from you and rushed to get the door. You instinctively hide underneath the covers, hoping, praying that the person at the door wouldn’t notice your dress from the night before laying on the ground.

“Well hello Ben.” Joe snickered at his friend looking him up and down, noticing his bare state. Ben’s cheeks went slightly red as he scrambled to find something around him to cover up with. All he could find was a small hand towel to mask himself with, which honestly didn’t do much. “Do you have a girl in there?” He tried to peek around Ben to look in his room trying to get a glimpse.

“What do you want Joe? I’m a little busy” Ben ignored the question trying to get Joe to leave. He didn’t want to get busted with you in his room. It was one of the rules after all. No one must know.

“I just wanted to remind you about brunch. It’s in about an hour. At that one restaurant Y/N found the other day.” Joe raised his eyebrows. He had his sneaking suspicions about who Ben had been busy with, but he understood his friends’ wanted their privacy with it. He didn’t want to push it any further. “Everyone’s leaving soon and we just wanted one last hurrah.” 

“I know I haven’t forgotten.” Ben nodded not having forgotten about the group event they had planned, a goodbye of sorts. It would be the last time he would get to see the people that he has had the pleasure of getting to know so well over the past couple of years. That included you. He didn’t want to let you go. He didn’t want to leave his beautiful amazing best friend. 

Joe shook his head. He figured he’d let his friend go and get ready for the day. “Okay. Well I guess I’ll see you later then.” He awkwardly backed away from the door to go bother someone else for an hour.

“What was that about?” You shoved the covers off yourself once you heard the door close securely. You had caught bits and pieces of the conversation, but nothing really concrete. You were lost once again in the thoughts, thinking about the rules of the game Ben and yourself were playing. 

“Joe came to remind me about brunch.” Ben shrugged going over to his suitcase to find something to get comfortable in. This consisted of a blue green pullover and some sweats. He looked good. Too good. 

You sighed getting up off the bed. It was about time you thought about heading back to your own room. You found your under garments with ease, but it was the dress the dress that you had a little more trouble with. You found not doubt, but it looked like the back seem had been torn in an effort to get you out of it. 

“Sorry bout that. I may have been a bit eager last night.” Ben rustled through his bag once more to produce a hoodie and another pair of sweats for you. 

“It’s okay.” You shrugged on the oh so soft garments. “It’s just a dress. An expensive dress, nothing that can’t be fixed.” You murmured hoping to ease any of his apologies. 

“You know this doesn’t have to end.” Ben finally said something after a long tension filled pause. He sat on his bed giving you one of those looks that just make you swoon. 

“No. Ben. You know the rules. This, sex thing ended last night.” You got up and maybe your way towards the door to the outside world. You hated saying that. But the thinking the two of you could work in a real relationship was crazy. He is an actor always galavanting off to somewhere to work. You were an actress as well, but you were returning to show after a long time away, plus you had your music to think about. 

“That’s not what I meant, love.” He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. You knew what he indicating. “You could let me take you out on a date. Maybe this thing we had between us could be something more. In fact. I want something more. I want to be more than just your best friend.” Ben finally made a move towards you. 

“Ben we talked about this weeks ago. We wouldn’t work. We’ll never be in the same place at the same time.” You escaped the room before the blonde man had a chance to say anything more. You didn’t want to hear whatever he was going to counter with. 

You ran down the way to your room. You didn’t care if anyone saw you exit his room, you just needed to get away. The two of you had broken every single rule you had set up. But that was inevitable, wasn’t it?

Ben stood in the middle of his room thinking for a long second about what to do next. He basically told you how he felt and you reciprocated you feelings in a different way. There were many things he could do now. He could forget what just happened. Or he could fight for this thing you both wanted but couldn’t have. 

“Come on, Y/N. Please open up. Please. For once let your heart decide.” You heard him say from the opposite side of the door as you slid to the ground with your head in your hands.

Family Band

A/N: just a (hopefully) cute little blurb. Enjoy! Like, comment, reblog

Pairing: Reader x Roger (or ben!roger (whichever you prefer))

There was a god awful noise ringing through the house when you entered through it. You had been gone on a little shopping trip to get the essentials for the week. Normally you bring the two little blonde almost two year olds, but their father was home and had offered to spend some quality time with them. Naturally you let him, knowing he needs more time with them before he leaves on tour again.

“Roger?” You called out through the home once you placed the last bag on the kitchen counter. You noted the weird noise had stopped. It was probably nothing. “Hon? Where are you guys?”

You figured after you were done putting the food away you would search for them. You had already put the perishable items away when the music of sorts started up again. Peaking your interest, you needed to find where the sound was coming from and who was making it.

Going in the general direction clamour was coming from. You walked down the hall, past a couple of rooms with closed doors. Strutting further down the hall you realised the racket was coming from Lily and Amelia’s room. You pushed open the door to find Roger sitting on the floor strumming a guitar with two infant girl and an array for baby sized instruments scattered around.

“Well what is this?” You hummed from the door.

“I’m forming my own band.” Roger looked up at you.

“What wrong with the one you have?” You question, maybe you had missed something. As far as you knew Queen was still a band.

“Nothing.” Roger stopped plucking the strings. Although their father stopped, Amelia kept shaking her maraca and Lily continued to make jingly noise on the tambourine she was banging on. They both had toothy smiles as they babbled back forth to each other as if they were singing.

“Then why do you want your own band?” You raised your eyebrows questioningly. There had to be an interesting reason behind this. Something other than the fact that it is cute.

“They don’t always like my music. So I’ll get a group that does. And I’ve found the perfect little duo who want to join.” Roger interrupted the two girls, earning giggles from them as he tickled their bellies. “Isn’t that right? You girls actually want to play daddy’s music don’t you?” He cooed to them.

“We’ll call ourselves Roger Taylor and the Princesses.” You shook your head at the trio as a sob rang out. Lily had hit her sister with the maraca.

“Hey hey hey. Don’t hit your sister.” He snatched instrument away before Lily could do anymore damage, eliciting a growl from her. You swooped in to grab Amelia to calm the crying babe.

“Well Roger Taylor and the Princesses, I bet one day you’ll be as big as Queen.” You bent over to pick up Lily. “But right now I think it’s naptime.”

A/N: I decided to post things out of order as I write them. I’ll try and include a time. I hope you guys like. As Always Like, Reply, Reblog. 

“There are better things I could be doing on my Saturday nights. I could give you her name. I think you might know her.” Roger teased as the two sat in the back of the old van. 

“You’re disgusting.” Brian rolled his eyes at his friend. If he wasn’t already pissed that Tim left, he really was now that Roger made that comment. “That is my sister you’re talking about.”

“I know.” He chuckled taking a swig of the beer he had been drinking. “That’s why I said it. One of the best shags I’ve ever had.”

“Seriously?” Brian glared over at his friend. “You’re a real pig you know that? I don’t even know why she agreed to go out with you.” “That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.” The drummers smile faltered remembering that night and the events that lead up to the dynamics between the two of you changing.

“You do know that if you ever hurt my sister that I will not hesitate to hurt you. I don’t care where we are. If you break her heart you will regret it.” Brian threatened taking a sip of the drink in his hand. “She’s been hurt one to many times.”

“I know.” Roger couldn’t look at your brother. If he ever hurt you, any pain that Brian who inflict on him would be nothing compared to what he would do to himself.

A/N: Hey guys here’s another installment of Got to Get You into My Life, the events of Roger and Reader’s life leading up to Save Me. Please I urge you let me know what you what you guys think of this. I would love to hear for you guys. Like, Reply, Reblog.  Also if you want to be tagged in this let me know! (tags under the cut) ENJOY!

“Hey Y/N, are you coming to the session tonight?” Your brother elbowed you lightly, a smile on his face. 

“Nah Brian. I got work at the shop tonight. And then I got this paper to write for a class.” You shrugged getting some breakfast ready for the two of you. “Plus it’s just going to be you and Tim. To be honest it’s kind of boring.” 

“Come on. We found a new drummer. He’s pretty good.” Brian babbled on. You kind of just started to drown him out after a while. “I mean the bloke tuned his drum kit. Do you know anyone who does that Y/N?”

“Tuning a drum? How does one even do that?” You put the dish of food on the table. You took your seat on one side of table, urging your brother to sit in his chair. 

“I don’t know. Please come tonight after your done with work.” Brian made one last ditch effort to get you to go the rehearsal. “I think you might like this guy.”

“Ugh. Fine.” You gave in and started shoveling the dish you made in your mouth.

It had been a long night at the record shop you worked at and being honest with yourself, you just wanted to go home. Curl up with a good book and relax. But you had promised Brian that you would stop by the rehearsal space to meet this new drummer.

“Birdie!” Tim smirked walking over to you placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek. It appeared the boys were on a little bit of a break. 

“You’re gross Tim.” You made a face at the bassist of the band as you wiped the slobber off your cheek. “Where’s Brian? “

“He inside with the new guy.” Tim pointed behind him. “I never see you anymore. Stay out here and chat with me Birdie.”

“No.” You rolled your eyes walking away from the man and into the space where the band was set up. “Brian I’m here. Now where is this drummer you’ve been hammering on about?” 

“Oh, Y/N. He’s amazing.” Brian beamed at you. You could tell he was really excited about the prospects of the band maybe becoming something more. “Y/N meet -.” Your brother started to say before you cut him off.

“Oh fuck me now.” You stared wide eyed at the smiling prick. 

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A/N: Okay. I’m going to see how this is received. It’s my first imagine in my old format. Yes this is connected to Save Me (if going to be events leading up to Save Me). This new thing is called Got to Get You into My Life (gtgyiml for short). Enjoy.

“What are you doing?” The annoying boy from your previous class asked as he followed you. The two of you sat at a table together and he was always talking to you, trying to distract you from the lesson at hand.

“Leave me alone Roger.” You mumbled walking to one of the many activities boards around the campus. You were tasked with the ever important job of hanging the wanted flyers.

“Not until you tell me what you are doing and where you are going.” Roger continued after you. He was persistent you could give him that. Not that you would ever give him the time of day. He wasn’t your type.

“Ugh. Fine.” You glared at him. You were already grumpy for having to do this favor for your brother. “Im hanging flyers for my brother’s band. Him and his friend are looking for a drummer to complete their set.” You handed over the paper to Roger showing him the details.

“Huh.” Roger thought out loud. This was too perfect. “Well then you’re in luck. I happen to know an excellent drummer.”

“Really? Who?” God you hated his cockiness. 

“Me.” He cheekily smirked at you.

Save Me (part 2)

A/N: Okay. I’m really nervous about this one (even more nervous and scared that I was even I posted part 1). Um. yeah. Let me know what you guys think about this one. I have more planned for this if you guys would like. Like, reply, reblog. Leave any criticism or anything HERE

Also the italics are a flashback 

Here is part 1  Here is a little something I wrote last night: I’m Here

Pairing: Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader  Warning: Divorce and anger issues and little violence at the very end

The years of care and loyalty Were nothing but a sham it seems The years belie we lived a lie I love you till I die

“The rumors, the newspaper. I just don’t know if I can handle it Fred.” You lightly sobbed into you palms, your emotions getting the best of you. You couldn’t believe this was happening, again.

“What are they saying now Dearest?” The eccentric singer questioned. He wanted to be there for his friend. He knew of the things that papers had said about her and him in the past. He could tell how disturbed you were by this one. 

“One is reporting that Roger is cheating on me with some flossy. There’s even a crappy picture of the two.” You wiped your tears. You knew they were true but reading and hearing about it still hurt. “And another is saying the same. Only thing is they’re still reporting that I’m pregnant.” 

Freddie knew the truth. He knew who the girl was and the story as to why she was even in that picture. He also knew how the truth might hurt you and everyone involve. He had an idea though. One that might help you one day.

I could tell you the truth if you wanted. I can tell you what you want to hear.” He came out from where he was trying on the clothes on the room. “And I can offer you a deal that you might need one day.”

“What’s the deal?” You looked up at the man with huge crocodile tears in your eyes. 

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Save Me

Hey, hi. This is the first time in about 3 years that I’ve actually finished a chapter to something and posted it. Ah this is so nerve wracking. Also I’m a very literal get to the point writer, so chapters may not be longer that 1,000 words. Sorry. Depending on how you guys like part 1, I might continue this. We’ll see.

Summary: You opened a package in the mail that contained you’re husband’s missing wedding band. You had to get out of there.

Pairing: Ben!Roger x Reader

Warnings: cheating. other than that nothing really. 

It started off so well They said we made a perfect pair I clothed myself in your glory and your love How I loved you, How I cried

You didn’t mean to open the package. It was an accident really. You were expecting something in the mail and you just thought it was for you. It wasn’t.  It was for your husband. It was his wedding ring, the exact one he swore he lost while he was on his last tour. 

You had always heard the rumors and you had your suspicions, they started circulating once it was official that Roger Taylor was off the market. The arguments that erupted from the times you confronted the man about his after hour activities. You could be as explosive as he could be at times. Every argument ended with the two of you between the sheets. In the end you never saw any hard evidence to lead you to believe that Roger couldn’t be trusted. He had convinced you, rumors were just that rumors.

This. This was the nail in coffin. When you had notice the missing ring. He mentioned that he had taken it off before a performance and must have forgotten to put it back on. Low and behold that was a complete lie, one of many that he had told you to get you off his back. You needed to get out of there, take the babies and head out of town.

“Come on.” You whispered in to the phone. You needed the man on the other other end of the device to pick up. He might be the only one who could help you at the moment in time. “I need to make that deal now.”

“Alright Dearest, grab the girls and meet me at the house.” The voice at the other end of the phone instructed.

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I’m Here

Hello again! Here is a little something. I tried working on the next part of Save Me but this came out instead. Sorry if it’s bad. I may have be drinking a bit. Sorry. I hope you enjoy. Let me know. Send me an ask or reply. Give me criticism. PLEASE. sorry. I stop now. 

Pairing: roger taylor x reader or ben!roger taylor x reader (Its not romantic its more platonic best friend thing) Summary: Reader is going through a hard time. (I suck at these things sorry) Warnings: Angsty, sad, depression laced with self hate and mentions of self hurting. (This is just some stuff I had gone through with my best friend and it still resonates with me to this day.)

You don’t even remember what exactly You said. But judging by the expressions of their faces, it wasn’t something normal. That’s when you had this sinking feeling that You needed to get out of the studio and maybe never return. Once they returned to their work, you silently grabbed your bag and left with out saying something. They were too wrapped up in their work to even notice that you were gone. 

“Hey Y/N, what do you think of.” Roger turned himself around to speak to you only to find the spot on the couch you once occupied now empty. Was he that engrossed in what he was doing that he didn’t even see you leave. Why were you even leaving so soon, you had just gotten there. “Hey guys. Did you see Y/N leave?” he whipped back around the face his three other bandmates in the booth. The three men shook their heads no. 

You decided not to go to the studio the following day. Usually called one of the boys when you weren’t come in, but due to the humiliating stupidity that you felt you showed the day before, you thought it best to leave them alone. You didn’t want to feel like a burden for them. You chose to busy yourself with the necessary course you needed to finish your degree.

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she’s beauty

she’s grace

she’ll throw a vacuum in your face

every time i look at the mystery gang i have this like visceral feeling that someone is missing. but nobody ever is. who are they. what happened to them

logically i know this is them. these are the only people in the mystery gang. fred, daphne, velma, shaggy, and scooby. thats the 5 of them. but something deep within my lizard brain is telling me theres a 6th member that has been, for unknown reasons, banished from this timeline and our collective memory as a species

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let them be everything because they are everything. (amy sherman-palladino)

It is not spring yet.

I’m not sorry.

Parental issues.

Consider

One Clegane brother murdered Jon’s brother and sister.

The other Clegane brother protects Jon’s sisters.