just get over it - Roger Taylor x cheerleader!Reader

description: you’re the biggest fan of Roger Taylor and even though your best friend keeps telling you to get over it, you just can’t especially on the brink of performing at a Queen concert.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of hooking up?? i think that’s about it. I actually tried not to swear on this one, what is life

                                                       When I started cheerleading years and years ago, I would’ve never thought I’d be performing at a Queen concert. When I was told the news, I was sure I’d just faint the second I met Roger Taylor. My #1 celebrity crush. 

I swear I’ve turned down dates during my teenage years because nothing just compared to the one and only Roger Meddows Taylor.  

“He is literally twice your age”, my best friend of 10 years says as we’re walking home from practice. Once upon a time we started cheerleading together and neither of us let the other one quit at any point… so hear we are. Practising our routine for the Queen concert nonstop.  

“He’s not twice my age! He’s 35, turning 36 next July”, I correct her as I look for the house keys from my backpack.  

“I mean… that’s pretty close. You’re not even 21 yet”, I roll my eyes at her and drop my backpack on the ground the second I get inside. 

 “My turn to shower first”, I smile as I walk towards the bathroom. 

“Y/N”, I hear before I have the time to close the bathroom door. I turn to look at my friend. 

“You do know that what ever fantasy you have of being with Roger is not gonna happen, right? You shouldn’t hold onto that. Us performing at the concert is not gonna change a thing.” I glance at her with a look that could easily kill, I turn around and lock the bathroom door.  

I know that she’s right but it hurts. I don’t even know what started my obsession with him but I do know I’ve been holding onto it for way too long. I gotta stop and move on. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do… after the concert.       

                                                                The day of the concert is finally here and I’ve been biting my nails all day. I stopped doing that when I was 13 but the tendency to do so just keeps coming back whenever I’m nervous. And I’ve never been this nervous.  

When we finally arrive at the venue, I can hear vague chatter about whether or not we’re actually gonna even meet Queen. God, I hope we will even if it might make my heart explode.

 “Is that Freddie?”, I hear someone ask. I’m instantly looking around but I can’t see anyone who isn’t part of our cheerleading group. My hands are shaking just because of the thought of meeting Roger. I’ve dreamt about this way too many times but it just doesn’t feel right anymore. I can’t breath. I need fresh air.

I leave the room knowing that I should be getting ready for the show but also knowing that there’s plenty of time for me to run outside for a few minutes. Let’s just hope no one sees me cause they will give me shit about it.  

I burst through a door that says ‘EXIT’ with big bold letters and before I even realize it, I’m on someone’s arms.  

“You should slow down a bit”, I look up towards the raspy voice I hear. I smell a thick coat of cigarette smoke and if I hadn’t gotten used to my friends smoking around me, I’d be coughing my lungs out right now.  

It’s Roger Taylor in all his glory. I swear my heart just skipped a beat.  

“O-oh… I’m… I-I’m sorry”, I get up from his arms no matter how big of a dream come true it is.  

“It’s okay. Just slow down. Okay, love?”, he looks at me up and down while I’m just wrapping my head around how god damn hot it is when he calls me “love”. 

“Yeah, yeah… yeah, yeah”; I get out as I’m reaching towards the door.  

“That door won’t open on the outside”, I see Roger put out his cigarette.

“Let me show you the way.” He gestures me to link my elbow with his and I do it without a second thought. My heart is raising and I can’t believe I’m walking arm-in-arm with Roger Taylor.  

“So, you must be one of the dancers”, he can’t keep his eyes off my outfit. 

“Cheerleader, actually”, I shake the pompom in my hand. Somehow it feels weirdly natural to talk to him. Maybe all those times I dreamt of talking to him tricked my brain into thinking this is a normal occurrence. 

“Oh, alright. Don’t steal the show, though”, he smirks and I blush as if I wasn’t completely red before. I don’t even know what to answer to that and after a minute of silence, it’s too late. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be on stage in just a few minutes?”, I finally fill the silence with the question. I can see an open door and I feel dumb for asking that. He can obviously get back in time.  

“Just wanted a little bit of silence and fresh air before the gig”, he lets my arm go and I hate that I know we won’t walk like that again. Arm-in-arm. Just me and Roger Taylor. 

“I feel like fresh air doesn’t usually include cigarettes”, I let out a little laugh. 

“You got me there”, a big smile falls on his face.  We get to a door that has his name on it and I know it’s my time to go. We both stop and look at each other. God damn, he’s even more handsome in person.  Who knew that was possible.

“Well, uh… Good luck”, I smile, “It’s not like you need it. You’re absolutely amazing.”

“Good luck to you too, darling. Even though I also doubt you’ll even need it”, he puts his hand on the handle of the door and I take it as my cue to go. I turn around and take a few steps just to be stopped immediately. 

“Hey! Do you have a name?”, I hear and bite my lip. “It’s Y/N”, I can’t hide my smile. Roger Taylor just asked me for my name. 

“So, Y/N, How old are you?”, I can hear people yelling at Roger to get ready right this second but it doesn’t seem to bother him. 

“I’m 20”, I can’t help but think about why’s Roger asking me this. Maybe he’s just curious.  

“Okay, Y/N, who’s 20-years-old. Would you like to swing by here after the show? I could help you stretch. Cheerleading must be tough on your muscles”, he smirks and I’m now ready to faint. I think I’m gonna hook up with Roger Taylor, oh my god.  

“You had to ask my age before asking that,huh? So you could help me stretch?”, I smirk right back at him.

Now it’s his turn to blush. I didn’t know it was that easy to make him do that. I also didn’t know he’d get even hotter doing so. Am I dreaming?

“I’ll see you later”, he winks and closes the door behind him.

Seems like my dreams are coming true after all. 

We need the stretching part !!!

I’d love to do that if I wrote smut but I don’t know if I know how to do that hahah

Young Robert Downey Jr appreciation post :3

is there anyone who doesn’t appreciate him i-

Be sure to give yourself at least twenty two days of movie/date nights to prepare for the finale. Or binge the weekend.

One month until the new @Avengers is out… You’re going to need 45 HOURS AND 15 MINUTES to be fully updated! Happy viewing 🍿 #AvengersEndgame

https://twitter.com/smallzy/status/1110071897771798528

I’m screaming because Joeseph Francis Mazzello III was born in September and look what it’s fucking called.

save the day with some supernatural dancing.

“bohemian rhapsody” but it’s just john regretting all of his decisions in life

Slytherin Aesthetics:: Darkness

brian may appreciation post

😫😤😊🙌👏👌

Accurate representation of me joining this fandom:

Change of Plans

Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: language, being stood up, fluff.

Word Count: 1,620

Also on Ao3

You stood just outside of the Gryffindor common room, clutching your tiny purse. Your soft, powder blue sweater bunched under your favorite tan leather jacket, making you frown. And the new ripped jeans you decided to try out weren’t nearly warm enough for the late fall evening that was slowly approaching. But, you knew you looked good. And, that was keeping you going was you waited for your very late date to arrive.

He said he would be there at quarter past four. Well, it was almost five-thirty, and he was no where to be seen.

Jackass.

Continuar lendo

Only in Your Dreams

One shot

Draco x reader

Word Count: 1002

Request:  How about a Draco x reader where they’ve been dating in secret and Snape finds them kissing in the dungeons or something? Thank you!x

Author’s Notes: Sooooo sorry that I have not posted anything new for two weeks. School is back in full-swing and whoever said that Senior Year is easy lied. Big time. Anyways, thank you so much for the request Anon! <3

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After waking up from your nap, you stumbled over to a mirror and checked to make sure that you looked nice. When you were satisfied with your appearance, you strolled lazily into the Slytherin common room. Quickly your eyes scanned the people lounging around talking and doing homework until they found their prize.

“Malfoy!” you called as you walked towards the middle of the common room. He was seated comfortably on a sofa next to some friends reading a thick book. “It’s time for rounds.”

“When I finish this chapter,” he said without looking up at you.

“Excuse me?”

“I just have a few more pages, and distracting me is not helping your cause,” he replied turning a page and still not looking up.

You barely suppressed something like a growl before plopping down across from him in another sofa. Watching him through narrowed eyes you could not help but tap your foot impatiently. Then almost immediately, Daphne sat down next to you and, seeing where your gaze was trained, let out a small laugh. “Geez, Y/N, it’s like you’re trying to burn a hole through his head.”

“Time is valuable, Daph, and he is wasting mine by making me wait for him,” you said in a serious voice.

Daphne dropped the subject and opted to work on her homework.  After a minute more of waiting you let out a loud sigh and rolled your head to the side still eyeing him.

Malfoy smirked as he kept his eyes on the pages in front of him.

Not able to hold your tongue any longer you spoke up. “Do you plan on being this annoying all evening because trust me it’s not something you need to work on. You actually come with a natural amount of annoyance, any more than that is just excessive.”

“Oh come on Y/N,” Malfoy said as he closed his book and looked at you levelly. “You know you want me.

You scoffed loudly at his remark. “Only in your dreams, Malfoy.”

Pushing yourself off of the sofa, you walked over to the stone wall which slid aside permitting your exit. Stepping out into the corridor you were closely followed by Malfoy and without a word you both walked a familiar path through the dungeons. Then, after a calculated number of turns, you were suddenly pressed against a cold wall.

“Am I really that annoying?” Malfoy stood with his hands pressed against the wall on either side of your body.

“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true,” you responded looking up innocently into his mischievous grey eyes.

“Really? What about that little comment about ‘only in my dreams’?” Malfoy asked lowly.

Shrugging you feigned disinterest.  

“Well, perhaps I can get your to reconsider,” he said pressing you more firmly between the wall and himself. He brushed hair away from one side of your neck causing you to shiver. Bowing his head he placed one kiss below your ear, and began slowly trailing them down your neck. When his lips reached just below your collarbone he paused and then began working his way back up. Each kiss was sending little shocks of electricity through your body and by this point you were breathing hard. Before he could make it back to his starting point you let out a whimper. Roughly you grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours. He grabbed you by your waist and you tangled your fingers in his platinum hair. The kisses were hot and needy as you both pulled each other as close as possible.

“Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Y/N,” drawled a voice that was both familiar and annoyed.

In an instant, you had pushed Draco away at the same moment he had pushed away from you. The result of which was him standing an impressive distance away for anyone who had just been caught snogging.

“P-Professor Snape we-” Draco managed to stutter out as he tried desperately to regain his typical composure.

“-Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Y/N I suggest that you two get along with rounds.” Short, simple, and to the point. He eyed you and Draco for another moment and then with a swish of his cloak he was gone as quickly as he had come. Your cheeks were burning from embarrassment and neither of you said anything, until of course, you busted out laughing.

“What are you laughing about? It’s not funny that we got caught. If Snape tells my father-“

“-Draco,” you said trying to get ahold of yourself. “Call me crazy, but Snape doesn’t seem like a gossip.”

Seeing the truth in your words but still irritated all the same he said, “It still isn’t funny.”

Walking over to where he stood you looked up at him. “Come on, Draco, you-” As you started to speak you couldn’t help but dissolve into another fit of laughter. It caused you to double over as it racked your whole body and brought tears to your eyes. When you were looked back up at Draco and saw his increasingly irritated face you composed yourself. “Draco, you practically flew to the other side of the corridor. And Snape, of all people, caught us snogging.”

Looking at Draco you hoped he would crack soon because you did not think you could keep your composure much longer. Then, thankfully, he cracked a smile. The smile stretched a little wider and he ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh, Y/N, you will be the death of me,” he said with a little laugh. “Still, we really should get along with rounds so we don’t get caught by someone who will tell everyone about us.”

“Actually, I think we’ll be fine as long as we find a better hiding spot,” you said suggestively taking a step closer.

Draco did not even try to protest. The two of you walked through the castle until you found an alcove behind a statue, down an abandoned corridor. Wrapping your arms around each other, you picked up exactly where you had left off.

Let’s take a moment to appreciate this man’s beautiful smile

it could brighten up even my darkest day

Dating James Potter Would Include

unusual asks

1: Do you ever wish you were someone else?

2: What is your full name?

3: How old are you and how old do you get mistaken for?

4: Have you ever dyed your hair?

5: What’s your eye color?

6: Your opinion about your body and how comfortable you are with it

7: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?

8: What would you say is your best quality?

9: What are you really bad at?

10: What talent do you wish you had?

11: Are you nice to everyone?

12: What do you think about the most?

13: Things you like/dislike about yourself

14: What is your least favorite word?

15: What is your favorite word?

16: Are you more like your mom or your dad?

17: Would you ever smile at a stranger?

18: A reason you’ve lied to someone

19: Are you lying about anything right now?

20: Have you kissed someone older than you?

21: Do you believe in love at first sight?

22: Do you believe in soulmates?

23: Are looks important?

24: Opinion on relationship age differences

25: Would you date someone off the Internet?

26: Have you ever cried over a boy/girl?

27: Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

28: Anyone you’re giving up on right now?

29: Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

30: Have you ever liked your best friend?

31: How does someone win your heart?

32: What turns you on?

33: What turns you off?

34: Do you get jealous easily?

35: What is your definition of cheating?

36: Do you forgive betrayal?

37: Have you ever been cheated on?

38: Have you ever cheated on someone?

39: How often do you listen to music?

40: First concert you attended

41: Last movie you watched

42: Favorite type of movie

43: Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

44: Are you good at hiding your feelings?

45: Do you fall in love easily?

46: Do you think people say I love you too much?

47: What’s your favorite holiday?

48: Are you a forgiving person? Do you like being that way?

49: Where’s the most magical place on earth?

50: What’s your “type”?

Go for it!

Some of you don’t immediately get excited when you hear a Queen song out of nowhere and it shows

Same energy.