#fourmisfitz

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

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

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.

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*