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anironsidh · 3 years

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AnironSidh 2020 fic and moodboard masterpost

I didn’t write very much this year between the general mess of 2020 and senior year, but here’s what I did manage to write this year (sorted by fandom). If there’s no chapter count for a fic, it’s a oneshot

Queen/BoRhap

Just Keep Losing My Beat || jimercury Hogwarts au. Freddie Mercury/Jim Hutton (jimercury), Brian May/Roger Taylor (maylor). Hogwarts au, found family, maylor, jimercury, i will post more soon. Chapters: 7/?

Summary: Hogwarts is not ready for Freddie Mercury. Not even close.In which Brian May is trying to be successful, Roger Taylor is just confused, John Deacon doesn't want the spotlight, and Freddie Mercury just wants to find somebody to love and make his place in the world.

(Love Of My Life) Don't Leave Me || hardzello (for borhap summer cast event) for the @queenandborhapevents and written for @johndeaconshands. Hardzello, fluff, happy ending, love confessions, first kiss

Summary: Joe's worried about what kind of future he and Ben may have once the movie is no longer keeping them in the same place, and he may find something more waiting for him to ask. - Written for johndeaconshands on tumblr for the BoRhap Summer Event 2020

Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play || tyob 2020 gift fic for xofunghoul / @heybuddy-drabbles. This fic was for the @queenandborhapevents two years of borhap event. hardzello, flashbacks, fluff, picnic, proposal.

Summary: A look back at how Ben and Joe figured things out, got together, made a home with each other, and in which Joe has just one question in mind. - A gift fic for xofunghoul and the two years of borhap exchange on tumblr (modded by @maz-zello and myself). Prompt was for hardzello, fluff, domestic moments. I think I did pretty well, let me know what y'all think in the comments!

Phandom/Dan and Phil

For The Dreams of Youth || phandom reverse bang 2020 parent!phan au for the @phandomreversebang 2020. art by @akikaji and beta @rainbowchristy. Dan/Phil, fluff, parent!phan Chapters 2/3

Summary: Dan isn't quite sure about a kid of his own. It hadn't felt like a possibility, not until recently. He may find that he's more ready than he expected. Dan and Phil's journey towards parenthood told through a series of videos to one day hand over to their child.

I Wonder When We're Gonna Make It || phandom reverse bang 2020 (1980s au), for the phandomreversebang 2020. Dan/Phil, queen references, 1980s au, period typical homophobia, happy ending, angst with fluff. Chapters 1/2. art by @luisaloveshoney and betaed by @i-might-leave-soon / @eilidh

Summary: When a new neighbor moves into the town that Daniel Howell has lived in his entire life and finds his safe spot in the town's vineyard, he will challenge Dan's view of himself and his town. Soon enough, they find themselves in an attraction nothing like Dan's ever known and one that those around them cannot understand. This may be Dan's only chance to escape and truly be himself. - A fic for a phandom reverse bang 2020 prompt in which Dan and Phil live near a vineyard, sneak grapes, drink stolen wine, and fall in love despite the times (1980s). Also, in which I project my love for queen onto Dan, because Muse doesn't exist yet and because I can.

I Ain't Gonna Face No Defeat a good omens au for the @phandomreversebang 2019, masterpost and art by @hiwatari-art here. Dan/Phil, good omens au, post bookshop scene, Crowley!Dan x Aziraphale!Phil. betaed by phanandpenguins/ @ringsandbutterflies

Summary: Daniel Howell has been stationed on earth for six thousand years, his only constant companion Phil Lester, an angel of Heaven. When his angel is nearly taken away from him he begins to realize just how important Phil is to him. -the bar scene in ep6 of good omens where Aziraphale is discorperated and Crowley is in the bar mourning him- Please be sure to check the art by hiwatari! Thanks to phanandpenguins for their beta work!

Good Omens

Songs Full Of Sad Things || Ineffable Husbands Raphael!Crowley for the good omens big bang. Crowley was Raphael, eventual happy ending, angst and fluff, wip. Chapters 8/15

Summary: -Crowley and Aziraphale are quite happy in their new Tadfield cottage five years after Armageddon, or rather, the armageddon-that-wasn't. They've settled into a routine with each other and the Them. Everything seems fine. Anathema and Newton are even getting married soon. -And then everything Crowley has built up for the last 6,000 years comes tumbling down with a visit from Gabriel and the revelation of his past, of how high he Fell. He hadn't wanted to remember his past as an archangel. Not now. His past is told bit by bit while those brought together by the almost-end of the world must pick up the pieces. - aka Crowley was the archangel Raphael, Gabriel's a dick, and Aziraphale just wants to help. Also, Warlock WILL fight anyone who hurts his Nanny, even God.

As You Wish || Good Omens/Princess Bride au, inspired by @anotherwellkeptsecret. Princess bride au, another one I promise i will get back to, eventual happy ending. Chapters 2/?

Summary: Warlock is sick and Nanny Ashtoreth reads him a story of romance and swordfights, perhaps inspired by a certain angel she knows. In which Aziraphale is Buttercup and in love with the handsome Crowley, a farm boy. When he is reported dead, killed by the Dread Pirate Nutter, Aziraphale falls into despair and eventually agrees to marry the devious Prince Gabriel. He is kidnapped by a con artist, Beelzebub, and their two henchmen in order to start a war. Crowley, who survived his rumored attack, rescues him from the trio. They must now free Aziraphale from Gabriel's clutches if they wish to have a new life with each other. Inspired by anotherwellkeptsecret on tumblr (penumbra on ao3)

Before I Lose You || gomens holiday swap gift for @gregayy and the Good Omens Holiday Exchange. post-canon, fluff with a sprinkling of angst but there’s barely any tbh, ineffable husbands, (technically for the gomens 2019 holiday swap, but it was posted on the third of january so I’m including it)

Summary: Armageddon has been averted, and yet their troubles are far from over. Heaven and Hell want their revenge for a Plan foiled. Crowley knows this far too well, knows he has far too little time for what he's wanted for so many centuries... Aziraphale. Believing they may not live to see another sunset, they take a step usually taken by humans. They've only got this one chance, don't they?aka they get married, believing they may not have another chance to, as requested by gregayy/scmnz

Can't You See || good omens ficlet for @wheeloffortune-design. Ineffable husbands, ficlet, happy ending, first kiss

Summary: Crowley being brave - wheeloffortune-design on tumblr. Based on this art, I think I wrote this instead of studying for a midterm lmao

Hobbit/LOTR

By His Side || Happy Hobbit Holiday 2020 Bagginshield fic for KeyWolf25888 for the @haveahappyhobbitholiday 2020 exchange. Gen, M/M, Bilbo/Thorin, happy ending, fluff, bilbo stays in erebor fic

Summary: Bilbo Baggins is just staying in Erebor for now, just until he knows every member of the Company will be alright after the Battles, but his feelings for a certain dwarven king may change his plans just slightly.Or, a Bilbo Stays In Erebor fic as requested by KeyWolf25888 for the Have A Happy Hobbit Holiday 2020 exchange! I haven't done much Hobbit fic in a while, but it was nice to get back to these characters.

Reylo

you're nothing, but not to me || reylo fix-it. Rey/Ben Solo, poe/finn, tros fix it fic bc i was mad after watching that movie, I promise I’ll get back to it soon I just need to work out the plot (and it could also use a beta, if anyone’s interested) Chapters 3/?

Summary: The aftermath of the victory. They may have won, but what comes next? What happens when the battle is won, when the fight is over, but a former enemy is brought into their midst? What happens when Rey brings a near-death Ben Solo back with her? The remaining Resistance is not willing to forgive him easily for what he has done as Kylo Ren. It will not be easy, but it must be done.

Moodboards

Phandom/Dan and Phil

Phandom Reverse Bang 2020 Pride Au Moodboard, fics by @judearaya and @counting2fifteen Summary: Dan goes to pride for the first time, traveling to London on his own. He hasn't come out to his family yet, just a random person online called amazingphil. At pride, he sees a man (Phil) on a float and decides he has to talk to him. Eventually (maybe after a few times hanging out/dates) he finds out that Phil is amazingphil. The moodboard for my prb 2020 pride au, with fics by counting2fifteen and judearaya!

Queen

Royal Maylor au honeymoon in Japan

Queen Iliad au with hardzello, maylor, and deacury

Brian’s Birthday moodboard

Maylor Hamilton au

Jimercury Sad moodboard (hurts like hell)

Reylo

Titanic au

Moodboard for You’re Nothing, but not to me

Reylo good omens au

Moodboard for the Heartbreak Prince, fic by the wonderful @kylorenvevo (Thea)

Reylo Frankenstein au, idea partially by @indefinitelyindia

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bensboynton · 5 years

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boyfriend ben hardy hc

hi im working hard on part 4 of good enough so enjoy this headcanon<3

send in blurb and headcanon requests for borhap boys or queen!! :)

this is unorganized and all over the place but i still think it’s cute. let me know what you think!!

word count: 1.2k (wow i got carried away!)

warnings: EXTREME FLUFF, smut, swearing, unedited(think y’all should just be under the assumption every thing i write is unedited)

so let me get this straight, ben is so whipped for you.

truly would do anything to make sure you’re 110% happy and living your best life at all times.

has a tough guy persona(even thought he sucks ass at keeping it up) so he doesn’t show it often, but get a lil alcohol in his system, and bam, all he can do is talk about how every time you talk about that one book you like so much he can see constellations in your eyes.

pda in public all. the. time.

he has this thing where just touching you makes him calm down or just settles his nerves.

hand holding happens a lot.

tons of casual, lazy hugs.

always has an arm around your waist, or draped across your shoulders.

light kisses on your temples.

and ben is always so attentive to you... if he takes you to an event he’s looking at you every two seconds to make sure you’re doing okay.

if you show even the slightest sign of discomfort, he’ll whisk you away to a private area so he can make sure you’re good.

always complimenting you.

always telling you how pretty you are, how funny you are, how much he loves your laugh, how much he loves being around you, how lucky he is to have you, etc.

you wake up in the morning? bam, a compliment from ben. you put something in the microwave? bam, another compliment. you vomit in a trash can in an alley after drinking all night? bam, ben compliments you while comfortingly rubbing your back and holding your hair out of your face.

speaking of alcohol and staying out all night, you both do a lot of that.

at clubs, ben always has a tight grip on your hand, and guards your drinks from the bar with his life when you go up to the bathroom.

loves to dance, even though he’s lowkey trash.

lets you lead the way and just kind of follows what you do and awkwardly sways side to side.

you never have to worry about any unwanted attention from guys because they see ben and don’t even try.

you’ve had plenty of boyfriends that, when drunk, got mean or angry.

but ben? nah he just gets clingy and really, really cheesy and cute.

sickeningly cute.

if you go out with the borhap boys, he’ll come back from dancing with joe and lift you up and put you in his lap, and just hug you really tight.

“you smell good.”

“thanks, ben.”

“i love you so much. thank you for being my girlfriend.”

“truly my pleasure, bennie boy.”

and on the ride home, he’ll put his head in your lap and just watch you as you look out the window absent-mindedly.

and he’ll tell you how beautiful you look about a hundred thousand times.

he always is little spoon when he’s drunk, because he just wants to be held because he’s literally just a blonde teddy bear.

okay but don’t even get me started on ben talking about you.

he absolutely gushes whenever someone mentions your name.

if an interviewer brings you up, he sits up straighter and his eyes come alive and his face is forced into the cutest, squishiest smile.

when he talks about you to joe, gwil, and rami, he talks about how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

you know this because joe has the biggest mouth of anyone you’ve ever met, and because you accidentally eavesdropped once.

ben had mentioned how he’d been in a serious relationships before and they said they loved each other, but that you gave him a whole new outlook and idea of what love truly was.

and you about melted in your spot behind the door where the four friends were sitting.

he talked about you so much to his parents, his mom was threatening to book a flight and come to America if Ben didn’t bring you home soon.

so he did, and his parents loved you almost as much as ben did.

almost.

ben also really likes seeing you wear his clothes.

whether it’s a t-shirt, or a sweatshirt, or even if you wear one of his sweatpants when they don’t even stay up on your waist.

he’ll come back from filming after dawn, and he’ll walk into the bedroom to see you curled up on the bed in a pair of his sweatpants and sweatshirt. and his heart beats so fast it hurts and he so badly just wants to marry you.

speaking of filming, ben has to go away a lot for movies, and it’s such a process saying goodbye for the two of you.

you both need three days notice, tops, so you can spend every waking minute with each other.

going out to your favorite places to eat, playing board games, watching really bad Hallmark movies, literally fucking in every single room in your place.

that’s another thing, the sex with ben is so good.

you’ve been together for so long, and you’ve both been very vocal, so you both know your way around each other’s bodies like the backs of your hands.

he knows how to get you riled up in two minutes flat.

and you know how to make his skin crawl, how to have him begging for you and it’s so hot.

i’m literally positive that ben would just think about the last time you both fucked for a second while on set and get hard, like that’s how good the sex is.

and you’re both into rough quickies but every once in a while y’all will have a nice candle lit dinner followed by slow, hand holding shit that’s absolutely mind-blowing.

anyways

ben is the first boyfriend you’ve had that’s also your best friend.

you could come home from work and yell “bitch you would not believe what cassandra did today” and ben would run to meet you at the door like “oh shit what she do?”

you and ben can get drunk and laugh like school girls, but also stay up until 3 am talking about your existence and every single memory you can conjure in your mind from childhood.

you both know each other so well, it’s scary.

you literally finish each other’s sentences.

and you know each other’s favorite orders at every single restaurant you’ve ever gone to more than once.

ben could order your very complicated, yet very eloquent starbucks order in his sleep now.

and you could order ben’s favorite meal, dessert, and drink from nando’s without any hesitation.

but, anyways, you’ve been dating ben for a while now, and it’s clear you’re not breaking up anytime soon.

you look into ben’s crystal eyes and you can literally see your future.

and you fall more and more in love with each other every day.

you’re both very busy, very high maintenance(sometimes), but you both take pleasure in the smallest things when you’re with each other.

ben can watch you write in a notebook for hours, watch how your eyebrows furrow in concentration when you drive or read a book.

he never was a man for details or little things, but the second he met you, that all changed.

ben says “i love you” a thousand times a day because he’s scared that you’ll forget.

but you’re always there with a warm smile and a “i love you more.”

because it’s true. you’ve never loved someone like you’ve loved ben.

and ben has never loved someone like he loves you<3.

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all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney · 5 years

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Before The Lift (Roger Taylor x Female!Reader)

A Prequel To Lift Confessions

A/N: okay WOW. First of all, thank you so much to everyone who noted my last fic! I was shocked from all of the positivity I received! As a thank you, I wrote a prequel to it! You can read either first, it doesn’t exactly matter. You can even skip over this, if you want. Like always, comments, requests, and ideas are always appreciated!

Summary: Two years before you and Roger Taylor are stuck in a lift together and your lost friendship is found, your friendship with Roger had to be lost in the first place.

(This can be read as BoRhap!Roger or real Roger, idc)

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol/intoxication, Smoking, Breakups, Fighting, Vomiting, Mentions of sex (but not smut), and Suggested Domestic Abuse (WOW what a long list. (I apologize in advance if I missed anything)

This fic is fluffy af but it turns angsty REALLY fast. I’d rate this fic between a T and an M

In 1974, a usually barren pub in downtown London was nearly filled to the brim with people, most of them with the intention of just being in the same room as the geniuses performing that cold Saturday evening.

Those geniuses were none other than Brian May, John Deacon, Freddie Mercury, and Roger Taylor.

Queen.

These four boys were about to make it big, so it only made sense that this small pub was crawling with crazy fans and starstruck young adults who would kill for a smile from Brian, a point from Freddie, a nod of acknowledgement from John, or a wink from Roger. Honestly, you could see the appeal.

Anyone with a right mind could see the appeal.

The guys on stage were attractive, and it was only expected that these fans would come drop to their knees and worship the musicians as if they were Gods.

How such a big band like Queen got into such a small pub on a usually dead night, you didn’t know. But what you did know was that the pub owner was probably rolling in a pile of pound sterling in his office right now due to the spectacular turnout.

None of that exactly mattered to you, though; you had the best seat in the house– with a perfectly good view of Roger.

Despite being in a relationship with one of your friend’s cousins, you liked Roger.

A lot.

You and him had a special bond since the moment you two met. You met at one of their band practices when you and Brian reunited after university. He brought you along to meet his band members and needless to say, you and Roger just clicked.

“There was a lot less practice being done that day, and a lot more flirting,” as you remember Brian putting it.

Despite this minor “setback” Brian brought you along more and more. It then just became the norm.

Often times, during practice breaks when the boys would go out for a sandwich or a coffee, you would stay behind with Roger and listen to him play the drums for you.

He even let you play the drums one day. You weren’t very good at it, but you did it, nonetheless.

“You have to be a very special lady to be able to play these bad boys,”

You smiled to yourself at the memory. You honestly weren’t even paying attention to the music anymore. You just watched your boys move and perform they way they always did.

Effortlessly.

Gracefully.

Perfectly.

After the last cord for the Seven Seas Of Rhye stopped echoing through the pub, the crowd erupted into cheers, and enthusiastic girls in the front waving to whichever band member they wanted to grab the attention from and be with for the rest of the night… and nearly all of them wanted Roger.

Despite this, you remained calm, and showed your appreciation to the band by whistling, and clapping. Roger looked over the heads of all the hot and bothered girls trying to get his attention, and he winked at you with a cheeky grin.

You could tell your face was rosy, but that didn’t matter. You felt a little smug when Roger found himself off the stage and all of the girls turning to look at you. You could sense all of the jealousy coarsing through their veins, and you loved every second of it.

Joke’s on you, bitches. I’m his favourite.

It had been roughly an hour after the set, and the boys had retreated to the maintenance room until some of the crowd in the pub gave up on waiting for them to emerge from hiding, and soon disbanded.

You were at the back of the pub, unplugging and collecting all of the cords on stage after putting Brian’s guitar and John’s bass away safely.

“Hello, Pretty Lady,” a voice cooed to you as you bent down to peel up small x’s of tape put on the stage. Even during smaller sets like this, Freddie thought it was important to determine where everyone stood; even if he’d move wherever he wanted just moments after the set began. You look over your shoulder, and brand the same grin the voice had on his face.

“Hey you! You had a great set tonight!” “Well, it must have been that lovely good-luck hug you gave me earlier.” You rolled your eyes and straightened your posture, rolling the tape into a ball and playfully throwing it at Roger’s chest.

“Dumbass. You know luck isn’t real.”

“Now how is that possible? I met you.”

“Touché, Taylor.” This sassy blond could capture your heart so easily and have you wrapped around his finger in seconds. Something told you he knew that. And he loved it.

“Well, Lovely, since you’re working awfully hard, I’m gonna buy you a drink. We can unwind.”

“Have you checked in the mirror lately, Pretty Boy? I’m not the one sweating from all the hard work.” Roger smirked. He enjoyed your sense of humour, especially when it could vaguely have a double, more erotic meaning.

“Besides, I’m still cleaning things up. You go, have a drink, flirt with a gal who looks like you, try and take her home.” Roger’s grin weakened when you said that, but you didn’t notice. You were turned back around, peeling up more tape and searching for the ball you threw at the drummer.

“I’ll just be at the bar. I’ll be sure to save a seat for you, Doll. Don’t think a drink won’t be there waiting for you.” You smiled to yourself, and after throwing the ball of tape away, and placing the cords away with the band’s instruments, you met Roger at the bar.

Sure enough, a glass of amber liquid was waiting in the empty spot next to him.

“Something clearly isn’t right, here.” You sat down next to Roger, picking up the glass and swirling the drink around, the ice tapping the inside of the glass’ walls.

“I thought pretty girls had their drinks paid for by others,” you teased.

“And that’s what happened.”

“I’m calling you a girl, Roger,“ you retorted. "And I’m calling you pretty, y/n.”

You smiled rather shyly, and Roger happily raised his drink towards you. You clinked glasses before sucking the drinks down rather quickly. No slower than it was to place your glasses back onto the bar, Roger had already knocked on the bench, the bartender moving to prepare more drinks for the both of you.

Not even an hour later, you were four drinks in, and Roger ordered one more for you, as per request. He was sipping at his eighth glass of brandy. At least, you thought it was his eighth.

Or… was it his eleventh?

His cheeks were very rosy, so it might have even been more. You expected the bartender to cut Roger off at some point, but that never happened.

Again, things like this didn’t matter. What mattered was that Roger kept sliding the bartender bills, and he slid Roger drinks in return.

The both of you had finished discussing a funny situation regarding John the other day when the band was packing for their trip.

“Speaking of, do you guys even ‘ave any song ideas for this album?”

“Fred wants to call it 'A Night At The Opera’,” Roger explained, examining the floating ice in his cup.

“He explained it to Ray as 'an album anyone can enjoy’.” Roger quoted Freddie as a sports announcer would have.

“How thoughtful of you boys,” you mused teasingly, your eyelids heavy and your cheeks as rosy as Roger’s.

“Yeah. I got a song I want on the album. I was telling you about it a few days ago.”

“I’m pretty sure when you mean an album for everyone, guys who wanna fuck their cars isn’t on the list, Roger,” you slurred his name, and laughed at your comment.

“It’s a metaphor, y/n!”

“I beg to differ. You really enjoy that car of yours,” you scrunched your nose. “Is that why the back seat has a stain on it?!”

Roger looked horrified. “John wanted ice cream and he dropped his vanilla cone on the seat and it won’t wash out!”

You laughed loudly, a few loners sitting at the bar turning to look at you in mild annoyance. “I’m only teasing!”

Your fifth and final drink of the night was slid over to you by the bartender, and you picked the glass up.

“To your final night 'n greater London?” Roger tapped his nearly empty glass against yours with a soft smile on his face.

“To my final night in greater London.”

“May you not leave me here alone for too long.”

You took a sip of your drink and set it down. Roger was just watching you move, and when he was drunk like this, he never shied away from being obvious, or confident.

In fact, that’s how you often realized he was drunk. His confidence was out of this world. Roger was really good at holding his liquor. He was also the kind of guy who didn’t look or act drunk when in reality he’d be absolutely wasted.

You, on the other hand, were the very opposite.

You turned to look at him, and you opened your mouth to say something, but Freddie interrupted your conversation.

You were somewhat glad because you had no idea what you were going to say.

“Hello, Lovies. How’s the night?” He grinned his signature smile at you, and you returned it.

“Pretty good Fred, and yours?”

“Oh just wonderful, my dear y/n.” Freddie then turned to Roger.

“Roger, Love, there’s a young lady over there who wishes to speak with you.” He gestured to his right with his head, and sure enough, a woman was there.

She was seated at the bar, her posture a lot straighter than yours. Impulsively, you shifted uncomfortably and straightened your own back.

Despite this, she was the epitome of beautiful, and not even good posture, you thought, could even place you anywhere near her on a “beautiful scale”.

She had very long legs, and long wavy hair. It was a rich chocolate colour, and you impulsively reached up to touch your own bland hair. You envied this woman even more.

She turned to look over at you three and she twiddled her dainty hand at Roger, clearly batting her long eyelashes over her big brown eyes. She smiled a perfect grin and your stomach churned violently.

This woman had everything Roger was into. Judging by all of the women he’s brought along to band practices and parties, you could confirm that this was his type.

She got off the bar stool, and slowly made her way towards your group. Before she got too close, you leaned into Roger, who was too busy looking at this other woman he was going to most likely pursue. “Im'a go out for a cigarette. Make good of tonight, Roger.”

You patted his shoulder, and glumly stumbled out of the bar.

You knew you shouldn’t have been upset. You were in a relationship. Roger wasn’t. It wasn’t fair of you to want to control his love life when you had yours… somewhat under control.

You shakily raised your lighter up to your cigarette, but the ignition never lasted long enough to let you light the cancer stick. “Fuck’s sake,” you mumbled, sitting down on the curb in defeat.

You sat there for a while, taking in the scent of the humid London night. The street was completely dead.

You wanted to lie down in the middle of the road and fall asleep. You scrunched your face up.

Was that really a drunk thought? You very rarely got drunk, but when you did, you doing stupid shit definitely ensued.

“Mind if I join you?” A gentle voice asked you from behind. You glanced over your shoulder and shrugged, looking back down at your unlit cigarette.

Roger found himself seated next to you, and he retrieved his own lighter from his Jean pocket. He ignited it, and you lit the cigarette. You immediately took a deep breath, and exhaled with instability.

Roger opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but he decided against it. He didn’t want to make you more upset.

“I thought you went to chase after that girl,” you mumbled before putting the cigarette back between your lips.

“Nah. She chased after me, and I got away.” You shook your head, the smile on your face nearly invisible.

“What, she have bad breath or somethin’?”

“You have no idea, y/n,” Roger said helplessly. You laughed, smoke leaving your mouth in short puffs.

“It was like a garlic factory!” He tried his very hardest to keep you smiling and laughing.

And it worked.

He liked how pretty you looked when you were laughing.

“So you came out to be with good ol’ y/n.”

“Wouldn’t wanna be with anyone else tonight.” The night got quiet after your giggles subsided. You took a nice long inhale from your cigarette, and blew it out slowly.

A ring of smoke danced over the heads of you and Roger, and you offered the rolled object to him.

As he inhaled from the cigarette, you looked down at your stretched out legs.

“… d'you really have to leave, Rog?” He simply nodded before blowing the smoke into the air.

“Unfortunately.”

“Will you miss me?” He laughed halfheartedly– a simple quick exhale from the nose. He stared out into the street, shaking his head.

“Is that even a question?” You took your cigarette back and drew in another breath of the poison.

As you breathed out, you felt an arm gently slide around you. Roger kept his hand at your waist, and that’s where it intended to stay.

“Why would you even think I wouldn’t miss you?”

“I just don’t want you forgettin’ about your special girly at home,” you explained in a hushed tone. This seemed to be an appropriate time to be a little quiet.

Roger rested his head on your shoulder, his other hand reaching out to take your cigarette for one more drag.

“You mean so much to me. Forgetting you will be impossible.”

You took the cigarette from Roger’s hand and finished it off, snuffing the butt by squishing it into the sidewalk next to you.

“Just don’t want you runnin’ off with a prettier girl.” You slurred, smiling sadly.

“Trust me, everyone in Surrey probably looks like everyone here in GL.” Roger’s free hand reached over to grab one of yours.

“Besides, you’re the prettiest girl I know.” The laugh from your mouth sounded stale.

“Very funny, Rog.”

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

“We’re drunk, for one,” you counted on your free hand.

“Two, I am, and will always probably just be a roadie. To you, n’ the rest of the band.”

Roger lifted his head off your shoulder and looked at you.

“Three, you’re famous. You can have any girl. You can choose them like a little kid picking a candy bar off the shelf.”

You looked down at your feet, shutting your eyes and dropping your hand.

“I know now is the worst time to have this conversation. We’re both very drunk. But… ’M not good enough for you. You can do so much better.”

You felt a hand cup the side of your face, and turn your head to the left. Roger slid his fingers into your hair, and he pulled you in for a kiss.

You didn’t move for a moment, your eyebrows lowering in confusion. But as soon as Roger pushed closer, and caressed your cheek with his thumb, you found yourself closing your eyes and kissing him back.

You were enjoying the kiss much more than you should have been. Roger pulled away too soon, and you found your lips chasing after his.

You caught yourself doing this and Roger smiled, his fingers combing through your hair.

“Even if it were possible, I don’t want to do better. I want you.”

You found yourself kissing him again, but it was you who made the move. Your hands reached up to grab Roger’s face, and his hands moved down to grip your hips.

You tilted his head to the side by pulling his hair, and Roger parted his lips to gasp. This sound of surprise was muffled by your tongue which you slipped into his mouth.

Roger placed a hand on your back, and another at the side of your neck before pulling you flush against his chest.

You could feel his heart drumming against your chest at an insanely quick pace, as did Roger.

But then he felt yours stop.

“Y/n…?!”

You and Roger broke the kiss and turned to the voice, your hands dropping to the drummer’s shoulders.

“Steven…?!” Your boyfriend of nearly two years marched towards you and Roger.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with her?!” His face was burning hot.

He was angry he found his girlfriend sucking face with a famous drummer, and he was humiliated that he was unaware of whatever this was, and how long it was going on for.

“Steven, t’s not what it looks like!”

“Get in the car, y/n!”

You got off of Roger and guarded the blond with your arms outstretched. “If you hurt him Steven, I swear to God, I’ll kill you!” Your warning was slurred, and didn’t sound too threatening.

“Get in the goddamn fucking car y/n!”

“You don’t talk to her like that!” Roger exclaimed angrily.

Steven grabbed your arm tightly and moved you away from Roger, his fist grabbing the front of Roger’s shirt. “I can speak to her however I want, asshole!”

Steven looked over at you, teeth clenched. “Get. In. The. Car!” He shoved you away, and you followed his orders.

Steven turned his attention back to Roger, who tried to shove him away. Despite this, Steven didn’t budge.

“How long have you two been seeing each other, huh?!” When Roger didn’t respond, Steven shook him around like he was a rag doll.

“Answer me!”

“I’m not even seeing her! We just kissed!” Hot tears rolled down Roger’s cheeks, his lip quivering.

He hoped to God your relationship with Steven wasn’t like this. Roger would have sold his soul to make sure you were safe, and happy.

Something Steven wouldn’t have ever done.

“You touch her again, Taylor, and I will fuck up your face so badly that you’d be unrecognizable to your own mother. Do you understand?!” Roger nodded rapidly, and Steven shoved him to the ground.

“Fuck you,” he huffed at your boyfriend.

Steven turned around, and kicked Roger in the side. The blond turned over and threw up all over the sidewalk, sobbing quietly to himself.

“No. Fuck you.”

“Get the fuck out of here!” You were shrieking at Steven, throwing various things of his at him with the intention of hurting him.

“Why?! So you can invite him over to the house I pay for?! And fuck him in our bed that I bought us?!”

“You are so childish, do you understand that, Steve?!” Steven pulled a suitcase out of your shared closet, and zipped it open.

“Why don’t you two go have sex in the shower I renovated for us?!” He started violently shoving his clothes into the case, moving to leave the bedroom and go to the bathroom.

“Hell, why don’t you just have his kids?! Marry him! Wake him up every Sunday morning with breakfast and coffee and a kiss!” As he rummaged your bathroom cabinet for his things, you shouted back at him. “Well maybe I will!”

Steven picked up a brush, and threw it at you. You shielded your face with your arms, and you shouted when the brush came in contact with your arm. Hard. Steven then shoved you against the door and walked back into the bedroom with his pills and toothbrush.

“I never want to fucking see you again!”

“See if I care, y/n! That pussy can have my sloppy seconds! I can just call up the tens of girls lined up waiting for me! Can finally get between the legs of a woman who’ll actually enjoy what I give them!”

Your eyes were burning as more tears flooded your waterline. “Get. Out!” You picked up a vase of flowers off your bedside table and followed Steven out the bedroom door with it. He struggled a little with getting his suitcase out the front door, but you threw the vase, and it shattered against the closed door.

You screamed, and sunk to the floor, broken glass all around you. All of the photos of you and Steven had either been turned downward or broken. The living room, bedroom and bathroom had been flipped upside down, and you were left by yourself in this massive house.

You curled up into a tight ball, and cried violently until you nearly fell asleep on the floor.

You crawled up the stairs helplessly, and climbed into bed, not even worrying about changing your clothes. You didn’t even care. As soon as your body relaxed into the mattress, you started crying again. This time, you successfully cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning, you knew you were supposed to say good bye to the boys before they took off for the next handful of months. They were to be in complete isolation so they could record parts of their new album.

Unfortunately, just opening your eyes killed your head. You tossed your comforter over your head, and began crying yet again.

You didn’t have Steven, and you didn’t even have Roger.

For the first time in your entire life, you had never felt so alone.

A/A/N: Wow so I’m sorry if this isn’t as good as my first one, but I still really like it. Enjoy, and don’t be afraid to leave your feedback!

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

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80s Retro (one-shot)

Requested: @rockyroadthepastryarchy (hope I did the fluff justice, cause I no longer have any clue how to write things apart from angst and smut, apparently :D)

70s Vintage (one-shot)

70s Bling (one-shot)

70s Glam (one-shot)

Synopsys: Roger has been married to the Reader since forever and when ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ is finally underway, she can’t help but reminisce of the past.

Pairing: Roger Taylor x f!Reader

Genre: pure fluff

Warnings: swearing, alluding to sexy times and drinking

Word count: 2085

When they had first met the actress that would play Y/N in the new Queen biopic, the woman was completely star-struck and a blubbering mess. But Roger Taylor, oh he was a different story. His jaw had hung open, for she was a complete carbon copy of the love of his life. His gaze had looked her up and down, completely missing how the real Y/N passed him by, slapping him over the head. “Keep gawking like that and you’ll be sleeping on the couch,” she said, sauntering away, one of the movies PA’s running after her and showing her to the Live Aid stage. Roger had to take a few seconds to snap out of the moment, only to see the actress smirk at him. “I’m going to take your reaction as a compliment, mister Taylor, but I do believe you should run after your wife. From what I’ve read she’s quite the woman.” “That she is.” And with a loud "Wait, honey!" Roger rushed to Y/N’s side. “ ‘M sorry,” he quickly pecked her lips, beard scratching her chin. “It’s just… for a second it was like I was transported back in time…” “What? You saying I don’t look as pretty as I used to?” her eyebrow was raised, but there was that devilish glint in her Y/E/C orbs that told him- she was just teasing. “Actually, the opposite. You look more beautiful with every day that passes.” Y/N hummed, feeling Roger’s arms weave around her waist, so, she leaned back and rested her head against his shoulders, a finger tracing the line of a tattoo. When he had first brought up the idea of getting a sleeve Y/N was pissed. Not because she didn’t like them, the woman herself had a quill wrapped around her ankle, she was mad because she’d been deprived of that look for more than thirty years of their relationship.

“How dare you!” Y/N had emphasized each word with a hit of a pillow. “Why couldn’t you do it sooner!” Roger had been laughing throughout the whole thing, a hand sneaking underneath her assault, and grabbing at Y/N’s knee to pull her towards him, and ultimately make her flop down onto the bed. “Do you know, how much sex you’ve missed out on?” He was hovering above her, a palm pushing a strand of Y/H/C hair away, grey weaving through it. “Then we have to make up for the lost time, don’t we?” When his voice dropped down to a husk, usually Y/N would melt. But not this time. “Do it on your own, Rog,” Y/N said and pushed him away, walking to sulk in the guest bedroom. “Thirty-seven fucking years and now he decides to make me lose my mind! I’m not as flexible as I used to be, you wanker!” Roger had fallen asleep with a wide grin on his face. “You know, I’m glad they’re recreating Live Aid,” Y/N’s voice brought him back to reality, the grip around her middle tightening. She’d always been a feisty woman, so the fact that he could call her his, and have been able to share his life together since 1979, was astonishing to him. “Yeah?” Roger pecked her temple as Brian walked up to the two and the BoRhap guys nervously trailed behind him. “And why is that?” “Cause you got me bloody hammered before the show,” she smiled, embracing Brian and standing next to the man as one by one they introduced themselves to her. Ben, who was playing Roger in the movie, was absolutely shaking from how nervous he was, so Y/N hugged him a bit longer. “You’re gonna be amazing,” she whispered to him. Pulling back, she looked at the four men gathered there. “You’re all gonna be fantastic and if Freddie could be here, I know he’d say the same.” “Actually,” Brian piped up, a too happy of a look on his face, “he’d be asking why Melinda is here,” he gestured towards the Y/N of Bohemian Rhapsody. That made the real one choke on her coffee and snort it through her nose. Rami instantly was by her side, offering a tissue as she, Bri and Rog laughed. “So, the legend is really true- you were drunk while they performed the most iconic concert in history?” Joe asked as a stylist poofed up his wig a bit more. Y/N smirked and nodded. “Also, Rog shagged my brains out five minutes before they had to go on stage,” she winked at Ben. “Couldn’t feel my legs, nor walk to the car afterwards.” The guys’ mouths all hung open and they turned redder with each passing second. “Honestly, Y/N, can’t you keep at least something private?” Roger exasperated, watching Brian as he fixed Gwilym’s wig. When Y/N had first seen the actor in the full get up, her eyes almost had bugged out of her head and the cup of tea, she had been nursing, had shattered on the ground. “That bad?” Gwil had nervously laughed as Y/N came towards him and poked his cheek. “Holy shit, it’s real,” she’d whispered, causing Roger to cackle, who had been watching the whole scene unfold. She’d turned to him and in a conspiratory tone stated, “I told you, Rog, cloning exists! Years ago! And now they got your DNA from one of the groupies you once shagged, and the apocalypse is starting now. Holy shit, he’s Brian!” And that had eased all of the tension there could possibly be, for everyone had the approval of the three most important people. Throughout the filming, Y/N was on set constantly. Not only had she been close to the band and still was, but she had also been best friends with Freddie. “Honestly, darling,” he’d said to her years ago as both sat on the steps of the Garden Lodge, Delilah rubbing her head up and down Y/N’s thigh. “If I didn’t have Mary and Delilah here, you’d be the love of my life.” “Oh, shut it Fred!” she had laughed and placed her head on his shoulder. “We both now, Delilah has you wrapped around all her tiny paws.” And he’d hummed in agreement, watching the sun rise with his best friend dozing on his shoulder. She hung out with all of the guys as much as possible, giving a third-party opinion and directions, for how the band used to act, and some little things that each did, either when nervous or when playing their instruments. At that moment, Y/N was relaxing in one of the seats, after having shooed a fifth PA away by saying, “Love, you brought me a cup ten minutes ago.” The young woman had bashfully smiled at the legendary woman and Y/N had just waved her off, telling, “Go. Relax. I see how all of you run around like chickens without heads. You must be exhausted. And if anyone gives you any shit, you come and talk to me. Immediately.” The PA gave Y/N a look of pure relief, before peeling away to take a nap in some corner. She smiled, thinking as long as the girl pulled through the hectic life that was being in the entertainment industry, she had a bright future ahead of her. “They really don’t do you justice in the movie,” Ben’s deep voice came from Y/N’s left and she smiled at the boy. Well, man, but he was the baby of the cast and she just couldn’t stop herself. “You know, I helped with the script revisions.” “Then you’re too modest, cause with everything that we’ve read and filmed, it truly doesn’t let your heart shine.” Y/N threw him a wink. “You already get to make out with young me as young Roger. No need for flirtin’. Besides… this is about Freddie and Queen. I was and still am just lucky to call them a family.” A fond look came over her face as the memory of their most recent Christmas came to mind. All of them, Deaky and Veronica included, had gone out to a market, intended on buying their grandchildren and each other presents, but a few cups of beer and mulled wine later, they’d ended up stumbling around London and wreaking some havoc. Y/N was surprised nothing was in the press the next day, for it was an adventure worthy of the front page. “Can I just say, Ben, you’re nothing like Roger, when he was young,” Y/N returned to the present day and sipped on her still warm coffee. Immediately at the comment, she saw the young man’s face fall. “Oh, no, honey, I didn’t mean it like that. Trust me, it’s a compliment.” “What’s a compliment?” Roger’s voice invaded the pair’s conversation, as he plopped down next to his wife, draping an arm around her shoulders. “I was just saying how different Ben is from you when you were young, and how that is a good thing,” she emphasized the last bit, hoping to ease the young actor’s nerves. Roger put a hand on his chest in mock hurt. “How is that a good thing?” “You were a bloody self-centered, egotistical asshole who only cared if he had a hole to put his dick in by the end of the day! And contrary to you, Ben is the sweetest, kindest most humble person I’ve ever met.” From the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Ben blush at the compliment and she threw him a wink. “Hey!” Roger tapped Y/N’s shoulder. “No flirting. He could be your grandson.” “What can I say? He just makes me remember the good old days before you became a shrivelled prune,” the woman said, snuggling closer to Roger’s side who fondly smiled down at her. “If you don’t mind me asking- how come you two have worked so well over the years?” said Ben with awe in his eyes, as Roger lovingly stared at Y/N who snorted. “You two come from completely different worlds.” And it was true. She was a world-renowned novelist and Rog was a rock-and-roll drummer. Y/N had actually been the one to achieve fame half a decade before Queen was even on the map, but she never had and still didn’t care about recognition. “Cause I call him out on his bullshit. And also, we broke up one time, so it wasn’t all roses…” she answered, mischievously looking at her husband. That took Ben by surprise. “Wait you broke up? How come no one has ever spoken about it?” “Well, cause it was only two days. And it wasn’t a breakup,” Roger exasperated, rolling his eyes. “Of course, it was!” Y/N exclaimed, sipping on her coffee. “You were just being petty,” he pinched her cheek, and she swatted at his hand. “Petty or not, I threw you out of the house and didn’t speak to you.” Ben was watching the interaction, heart swelling at how the two acted. “Would you mind, if I ask- what happened?” And the grin that appeared on Roger’s face was nothing else but shit-eating. “Yes, dear. Why don’t you tell Ben, why you decided to throw a fit and have me stay at Fred’s?” Y/N shrugged. “He looked hotter as a chick than I did.” Ben spluttered the tea he was drinking. “Wait, what?” “When he came up with the idea for ‘I Want To Break Free’ I was all for it, ya know. Supporting my man and such. But when I saw him as Rogerina… wearing my blouse, which by the way was my only good work blouse and you smeared it with red lipstick, I threw a fit. How come, he gets to look like that and I don’t? I simply couldn’t allow it.” “But-“ Ben couldn’t contain the laughter that bubbled past his lips. “Are you joking?” Roger shook his head, pecking Y/N’s temple. “Not one bit. Came home that evening to find a bag packed and her sulking on the couch. Said to leave and come back when I figured my shit out and when she was once again my first priority.” “Ever since that day, he’s forbidden to wear my clothes. Or women clothing in general,” Y/N smiled placing the finished coffee cup on the table. Ben chuckled hearing that. “Well, I do hope that when we start filming the scene, where I have to be in Roger’s position, you don’t evict him again.” “Who knows,” Y/N smirked. “It might bring back too many painful memories and he might just have to stay at Bri’s.”

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har-rison-s · 5 years

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my mood is not yours

plot: roger and reader come home after the after-party and he wants to get it on, but she doesn’t. he’s pissed at her and they’re both angry.

A/N: This is something that has been sitting in my list of ideas, and currently I have a lot of requests and works to finish and publish, but here i am. This is something different from what I usually write and I think my blog and masterlist need that. Enjoy and happy reading!

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disclaimer: in no way do i condone and romanticise insomnia or anger issues/behavior problems. lord knows i suffer enough from them to know that i don’t wish them on anyone, nor to make them “cool”.

warnings: angst, quite heavy themes

The door of the apartment bangs heavily after you both have come through it, due to Roger being too drunk to draw the line between what's pushing and what's hitting. You laugh at him and sigh tiredly, putting your bag down on the kitchen table. You yawn, as well, tired after the show and the afterparty and glad to finally be home.

You pay no mind to Roger, knowing his drunk bum will get in bed with you soon, too, and you walk down the hallway until you reach the bathroom. You shrug off you blouse and tights and skirt, and groan appreciatively when they're off you. You take off your bra, as well, and put on a tank top before slipping on a sweater and pyjama shorts. Your face looks crazy with all the makeup, and you huff while raising your eyebrows. The cotton pads and makeup remover stand on the bathroom counter, and you reach for them both. You wet the pad with the remover and wipe stripes down your cheeks and the rest of your face. It stings a little, and you wince, and then your skin feels a little dry.

You wash your face with water afterwards and shut off the light, leaving the bathroom. Your legs find the bedroom soon enough and you collapse on the covers on your back. You put your hair up in a messy tail and sigh, leaning back into the pillows. Roger comes through the door and your tired eyes turn to him slowly.

He has a glass in his hand, and he's rid himself of his jacket, shirt and pants. His chest and legs are bare and you smile. “Come to bed, love.” You say to him and he nods. Roger puts his glass down on the cupboard before walking over to the bed where you lay, and joins you. You giggle, putting his hands on your stomach so that his arms lay over your frame, but he has none of it and rolls you onto your back again, leaning over you.

His lips leave a line of kisses down your neck and his hands grab onto your hips, pulling them against his. You close your eyes, enjoying his lips against your skin, but you know where this leads. You push Roger away a little. “I don't wanna.” You admit tiredly and Roger only chuckles, resuming kissing your skin.

You grab onto his shoulders and make him look you in the eyes. “Roger, let's go to bed. I'm not in the mood.” You say to him quietly, but firmly. He pouts and then pushes his erection against you, raising his eyebrows.

“But I have to... get rid o' something.” He tells you, trying to gain your sympathy, but you shake your head. You're really tired and in no mood for sex.

“I understand, darling, but that can wait till the morning.” You say finally and turn in his loose grasp onto your side, as previously.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” He snaps and you turn your head to him. “We get back from the party where you barely spent time with me, and we haven't been together for a while, and you don't want to fuck?”

You shake your head. “I don't, Roger, I'm tired. I want to got to sleep.” You tell him again and he sighs, stepping off you.

“What's the point of you if I don't get sex?” Roger asks as he walks over to his glass of whiskey.

His words shock you to the core and you have to sit up to see him. Did he really just say that? To you? To his girlfriend of almost eight years?

“Go shag one of those groupies, then, if there's no point of me.” you say, not able to hold back your sharp tongue. You wanted to stay quiet and ignore his comment, but something in you disagreed with that. “You're drunk, Roger, go to sleep.” You try and make up the situation somehow by that, but it doesn't work, judging on Roger's next words.

“Well, maybe I'll go and fuck one of those girls, at least they'll want me.” He shoots back and you almost growl through your nose at his words, completely agitated now. He takes a sip from his drink and you want to smash that galss into his face. He's made you so angry now.

“Consider that they might not be the ones with self-respect.” You say back finally and turn your back to him, facing the rest of the empty bed. You huff loudly and try to relax your face, but the furrowed eyebrows and an angry facial expression compete with it horribly. You hear Roger sighing loudly and after a half a minute or so, you hear him walk out of the bedroom and groan after he does, throwing a laying-around high heel at the doorframe. He doesn't react to that in any way, and you hear him walk back down the hallway. You're so hoping that he won't leave and shut the door, but that he'll come back into the bedroom and lay next to you and let you both fix the little argument in a few seconds. You hear him stop at the living room entrance and plop down on the couch, sighing loudly. A tear of gladness and regret slips past your eye. You try to calm down your mind and your breathing so you could fall asleep. It's not easy, but after what seems eternity of dead silence and struggling with yourself, you do fall asleep.

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rendezvousroger · 5 years

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Sonder (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Summary: The reader meets Ben while she’s at a coffee shop during a rainy day.

A/N: So an anon sent me a message about Lana Del Rey’s song “Love” and how she pictured meeting Ben Hardy at a coffee shop and it got me very inspired to write this because I love coffee and Ben.

You loved days like these. Where rain would pour down the sky soft enough for you to count the raindrops by the sound of them hitting the pavement.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and smiled at your outfit. You loved dressing up for no special occasion, it helped you feel confident.

There were no plans with your friends for the afternoon so you decided on going to your favorite coffee shop for your usual drink and to get some inspiration for your writing.

Once you had your vanilla latte with a pump of caramel, you sat down and began to write on your journal.

Your favorite thing about this coffee shop was probably the fact that it was never filled with people, it was so quiet you could perfectly listen to the songs they played from their playlist called “Vintage Music for Coffee”.

You started writing down about your dreams of getting out of London and exploring the rest of Europe. You were just waiting to finish college to travel somewhere else and meet new people, you were tired of the same superficial ones you already knew.

You were so focused on writing your dreams out that you didn’t notice someone walk into the coffee shop and sit at the table right in front of you.

People are so interesting. Isn’t it amazing how every single person in the world has their own dreams, goals, fears, memories? That’s one of the many reasons why my favorite word is “sonder”, which means: the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.

You stopped writing for a moment to check your surroundings, to look at the people at the coffee shop. It’s something you loved to do. You loved observing people do wholesome little things, like how they smile when they get their coffee order, how couples walk into the coffee shop holding hands, how their faces light up when the person they were waiting for finally shows up. It also always inspired you to write.

There weren’t really many people at the coffee shop so your eyes immediately landed on the blonde guy sitting at the table in front of you. He had a coffee mug in front of him and his eyes were glued to his phone, he looked as if whatever he was looking at on his phone was pretty important. You carefully watched him bite his lips and run his hands through his hair.

Your heart skipped a beat when his gaze met yours and you instantly looked down at your journal and felt yourself start to blush. You felt embarrassed since he basically caught you staring at him as if you were a stalker, and the fact that he was very cute didn’t help you brush off the embarrassment.

You heard a giggle escape his lips which made you look at him. He was staring at you with a smile on his face, so you smiled back at him and felt your cheeks heat up again, but this time you didn’t break the eye contact since something about him made you think you’ve seen him before.

Your thoughts were cut off by him pointing at the chair next to you as if asking for permission to join you. You nodded at him and he smiled.

You watched him grab his phone and coffee and make his way towards you, your heart beating faster every second.

“Hey.” His voice was deeper than you expected.

“Hey.” You said as he sat down.

“Is it alright if I join you?” He asked.

His eyes were green and something about his stare made your heart flutter. You could’ve sworn you had seen him before but you couldn’t remember when or where.

“Yeah totally.” You smiled and took a sip of your coffee.

It was driving you insane not knowing where you’ve seen him before since you were sure you knew his face from somewhere. College? Work? A friend of a friend?

“I’m sorry, but have we met before?” You couldn’t help but ask him.

“I don’t think so,” He laughed, “I think I would remember your face.”

And with those words, your cheeks matched your red sweater again.

“I swear I’ve seen you before.” You ran your hands through your hair and watch his smile grow wider.

“Maybe you’ve seen me in a movie?” He said and stared deeply at you, waiting for your answer.

A movie. Your eyes widened once you recognized his face from the Bohemian Rhapsody movie and he laughed at your realization.

“Oh my god!” you said a little too loud and covered your mouth with your hands, “You were in the Bohemian Rhapsody movie right? The drummer?”

“That’s me, I’m Ben.” His smile didn’t fade away but you could see him blush a little.

“I knew I had seen you before!” You marveled.

“I’m not really that used to people recognizing me still.” He said and looked down at his coffee for a second.

You could tell by his body language and the way he blushed once you knew who he was, that he wasn’t a stuck up celebrity at all.

“Well,” you said, “you were amazing in the film, I think you’ll have to get used to the attention.”

“Thank you.” He smiled and bit his lip.

“I can’t believe I’m having a coffee with an actor.” You giggled and closed your journal.

“I’m no big deal.” He said.

“I think you are.”

He looked at you, making you bite your lips. He was extremely good-looking, his bright green eyes making his gaze intense and his lips looked rosy and plump.

“You’re really nice,” Ben said, “what’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You said while playing with your hair, you were pretty nervous but you tried your best to now show it.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N.”

“Right back at you,” you replied, “and what are you doing here if I may ask? Not many people know about this coffee shop.”

“Oh I do,” he said, “I used to come here early in the mornings but I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t been around here at all so I figured a small visit would make me feel back at home.”

“Really? I come here all the time, but never in the mornings.”

“Not a morning person?”

“I have classes too early so I just make coffee myself to get a little more sleep.”

“More sleep is always a good idea,” Ben stared at your journal, “are you studying journalism?”

“Oh no,” you covered your journal, “I’m studying business.”

“Amazing.” He gasped.

“Yeah,” you giggled, “writing is just a hobby I have.”

“What do you write about?” He asked.

You didn’t know what to tell him, he looked genuinely interested on what you were about to say and since you never really shared your writing with anyone, it made you nervous to talk about it.

“Just thoughts I have.” You murmured.

“That’s really good.” He nodded and there was a short moment of silence before you decided to talk.

“You know,” you began, “I was writing about people, how each person in the world has their own dreams and fears and how it amazes me. That’s why you caught me staring at you. I was looking around to get inspired.”

Ben stayed quiet for a moment, just carefully staring at you while you talked. He looked at you as if every word you were saying came straight from a poem.

“Whenever I come here I like to come up with little scenarios about each person’s life and it helps me come up with characters for stories.”

You finished and looked down at your journal, gently touching the paper.

“Woah,” Ben said in awe, “what would be mine?”

“Huh?” You looked at him in confusion, he was smiling like a little kid.

“My scenario, what would you’ve written about me.”

“Oh well,” you smiled, “your eyes were glued to your phone when I first looked at you, so I’m guessing you were working on something important and now that I know who you are, I would say you were looking at something for your next film.”

“You’re good at this,” he said, “but if you didn’t know who I was, if I wasn’t an actor and just a stranger?”

“Hmm.” You stared at him carefully, taking in every detail of his face and appreciating how beautiful he truly was.

“Someone who was probably waiting for his date to show up, you ordered black coffee because you felt tired from a hard day at work and wanted to be truly awake for when you’re special someone arrived. You’re wearing an orange jacket because it makes your green eyes stand out and you know it’s one of your best features so you want your date to like you, to fall in love with you because you’re a hopeless romantic who craves a loving relationship even though your friends think you can get any girl you want to bed and you only care about partying and getting drunk.” You said and smiled at his shocked expression.

“You’re amazing.” He whispered and you tried to hide your smile by biting your lip.

“It’s fun to do it.”

“You know,” he started, “I am a hopeless romantic actually.”

“What?” You said and watched him run his fingers through his hair.

“Don’t tell anyone.” He whispered and playfully winked at you.

“I won’t, because so am I.” You winked back at him.

Ben smiled and grabbed his phone.

“Care to give me your phone number?” He said as he handed you his phone.

You took his phone and added your phone number.

“Sonder?” He asked once you gave him his phone back and he saw you saved your name like that and not by your actual name.

“Look the word up when you have time.” You replied.

“I’m not as good as you at coming up with scenarios by looking at people,” Ben said, “but I’d like to think you would like to go on a coffee date with me sometime soon.”

“You’re good at this,” you smirked, “because I would love to.”

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- I would love to write about Ben’s POV during the date or to continue this somehow, so if you would also like it and have any ideas please let me know! I'm also taking requests for any BoRhap guy and Queen member so feel free to drop them on my ask! sending love, L. -

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queenscoolcat · 5 years

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The boys see you dance to your favourite song that they wrote.-(Queen Headcanons)

A/N: I think I got a little carried away and the headcanons are a little long, but still hope you like it. Oh! and again sorry in there are any errors my bad.

If you want you can read it as the borhap guys.

Warning: getting close to smut but not there yet.

Roger Taylor

- It was nothing new that you love dancing.

- Everyone knew that, from all the members of Queen to the crew that help them assemble for the concerts.

- Watching you dance was one of Roger’s favourite about you.

- But today the only difference was that you drank a little more than usual.

- So at the concert, while you were backstage drinking some shot you froze when they started to play Rock it (Prime Jive).

- You love this song and definitely was your favourite from Queen.

- Of course, it had a little to do with the fact that Roger wrote and sang the song.

- You close your eyes and dance to the rhythm of the music.

- Not caring if anyone saw you and not giving a fuck if anyone had something negative to say about your moves.

- But when you open your eyes you saw Roger staring at you, he had the biggest smile on his face even though he still was singing.

- You throw a kiss toward him and continue dancing.

- When the show was over you felt Roger’s arms hugging you from behind.

- “Meet me at the dressing room in 5,” was all he told you before he went to the group of people taking to the rest of the band.

- And even though you knew nobody heard what Roger said you still caught Freddie’s eyes and saw him winking at you.

- You felt your cheeks getting hot and went to their dressing room.

- After what felt like hours you heard the door open and you saw your boyfriend Roger.

- He smiled at you and instead of walking towards you he sat on the couch.

- You look at him a little confused.

- “Now that you give a show to all our crew and friends I guess it is just fair you give me a show as well.”

- Your mouth was a little dry, and all you could do was stare at him with a little of a doubt.

- “Come on love, don’t go all shy on me.”

- That was all the encouragement you needed, well and the encouragement of the drinks you had help as well.

- You walk towards him, moving your hips a little more than usual and when he was almost able to touch you, you started to dance the imaginary music.

- That little dance didn’t last very long before Roger grabbed you and started to make out with you.

- Let’s say after that Roger loved, even more, seeing you dance and you didn’t complain about it.

Brian May

- The moment you heard Fat Bottom Girls for the first time you were a little bit surprised.

- But still, you adore the song.

- You wear one of the first persons to ever heard that song.

- And when Brian finish playing it for you, you could see the doubt in his face.

- “I love it,” you say looking straight into his eyes without hesitating.

- “What?” Was all he could say.

- You knew Brian always put his heart and soul into every song he wrote so seeing him a little hesitant toward the song make you frown.

- “I said I love it, it sounds incredible,” you said putting your hand on his knee “can’t wait for you to record it.”

- Brian didn’t need more encouragement, he kissed your lips and head to the studio to record it.

- When it was all done he invited you to the studio so you could hear it.

- The rest of the band went to grab lunch, and you both stayed to listen to the track.

- The moment you heard it play you couldn’t resist and started to dance playing the air guitar and fake drumming.

- He started to laugh, and even though you were laughing as well, you took his hand and make him dance with you.

- You started to sing the words you could grab from the song and continued dancing like there was no tomorrow.

- When the song finished both of you collapsed on the couch a little exhausted from all the dancing.

- You rest your head on his chest and listen to his heart beating fast.

- “I really love this song, it probably is my favourite,” you said looking at him.

- “From all the songs I have written, this is your favourite?” You smile and nod “oh dear, how much I love you.”

- He started to kiss you, you climb into his lap, your legs at each side of his, the kiss started to get more heated and you jumped when you felt a hand on your butt.

- He laughs a little while you were still kissing and in revenge, you started to kiss his neck.

- “You know why I love this song so much?” You whisper in his ear “because I love fat bottom girls as well.”

- You broke the kiss and look into his eyes, you couldn’t control yourself and started to laugh seeing how shock he looked.

- Just as you were claiming of his lap the rest of the band came back from lunch

- All of them look at both of you with suspicion in their eyes, especially Roger.

- “Darling! What have you done to our dear Brian, he looks disturbed.” Freddie said with a smile in the corner of his mouth.

- “I have a couple ideas what they could have been up to,” you through a pillow that was on the couch at Roger for that comment.

- “Oh both of you shut up, he seems normal,” you laugh at their comments “I bet that disturbance you see is the one from having to work with all of you.”

- Now was the turn of Roger to throw the pillow at you.

- You stay a little longer watching all of them record various songs.

- But your mind still wondered to Brian, and it seems he felt the same towards you from all the glances you were sharing.

- After a couple of hours, you stand up and went to Brian that was checking the sound of one of the songs.

- You put your arms in his shoulders and whisper to him “I really want to take you home tonight so how long will that take?”

- It didn’t take very long for that after a couple of minutes Brian wrapped thing up and took your hand so you could head to your apartment as soon as possible.

John Deacon

- When you heard the riff from Another One Bites The Dust you knew that it would be a hit.

- And when he finished it you begged him to play it for you.

- He adores your enthusiasm towards the music he made, and you adore how passionate he could get.

- So when you finally had the vinyl, you couldn’t help yourself but play it all the time.

- You made sure you didn’t do that when deac/ky was home since you didn’t want to disturb him listening to his own band all of the time.

- But the moment he had to go to the studio or he was on tour, and you wear free from work/college you almost always play it.

- So today was no different.

- After John went to Freddie’s house to listen to one of the songs he just wrote but needed a little polishing you didn’t hesitate to play your favourite song.

- After cleaning the house, you decided that you had to have a relaxing time after the hard work you did all week.

- You prepare the bathtub and put some relaxing oils in there.

- But after that, you decided that you still needed to hear Another One Bites The Dust one more time.

- So you play it, and when the iconic riff started to play you didn’t hesitate to walk to the rhythm just like if you were on a runway.

- You grabbed one of your hair brushes and sang just like Freddie was doing it, well just like Freddie but with your capabilities.

- You look at yourself in the mirror watching how your body moved to the rhythm and how much you would love having John here so he could watch how sexy you looked.

- And just as if the universe had heard you, you notice at the corner of the mirror a man standing at the door.

- You jump way too embarrassed about what just happened and you looked at your boyfriend not knowing how long has he been there.

- “Please tell me you just walk in and you didn’t just watch me make a fool of myself,” He laughs at your comment and walks towards you.

- He put his hands in each side of your hips and kissed your forehead.

- “I’m sorry to break it up to you but I walk in just as you were walking to the beat of my song.”

- You bury your face on his neck hiding how hot your face was.

- “Could you please forget you saw all that,” you mumbled just as his hand move to your chin so you could look at him.

- “Why would I do that? That is the cutest and most sexy thing I have seen in my entire life,” at his words you groan “maybe you can teach me your moves so I can dance just like you when I go touring.”

- You groan even louder and hid your face again, you felt deac/ky laughing and even though you were still embarrassed you laugh with him.

- “I prepared myself a nice bath, do you care to join me?” You ask after both of you calm down.

- “You don’t have to ask me twice,” you laugh again at his comment and head back to the bathtub that was awaiting you.

- And just as you were taking off your clothes, you heard John quickly made his way to join you wishing moments like this would last forever.

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starrystarrybabe · 5 years

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Oh, How the Mighty Fall [In Love] CHAPTER EIGHT (Ben Hardy x OC)

Lily Anne Mercury is brought in to help with Bohemian Rhapsody at the request of her Uncle Bri and Uncle Rog, and along the way, she might meet someone to share her life with. The only problem with this is that while their friends and the world can see that they’re perfect for each other, they’re going to be fully blind to this for a while.

CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, CHAPTER THREE, CHAPTER FOUR, CHAPTER FIVE, CHAPTER SIX, CHAPTER SEVEN

DISCLAIMER: I’m fully aware that it would’ve been physically impossible for Jim and Freddie to have a child even with this method during the time they were alive, but the idea of Freddie as a dad and the idea of how his child would turn out to be was just too sweet for me to not write.

Hey, everyone! Apologies for the slightly altered formatting, the option for the lines isn’t currently available on tumblr and I am confused. If you could help me figure this out, I’d appreciate it. Thank you!

-- casey

TRIGGERS: explicit sexual content (18+ only please!)

FACECLAIMS:

Kelly Gale as Lily Anne Mercury

Sira P. Kante as Ezichi Adebayo

Erika Linder as Bronwyn Ryan-Hughes

Bree Kish as Madigan Ryan-Hughes

Sonakshi Sinha as Anusha Laghari

LILY’S DRESSES

Lily is howling in laughter as she watches comedienne Anusha Laghari’s comedy special on Netflix. It is filled with jokes about growing up Indian, dealing with white people, and being in the comic industry as a woman of color. She’s currently talking about how she’s being described as the “brown John Mulaney,” but nothing about that man is remotely like herself, as much as she likes John Mulaney.

“The man is from a bloody Catholic household and walks around like he’s taking up too much space. I don’t have anything in common with that. The only thing that’s similar about us is that we both get massive paychecks,” Anusha says, grinning as the audience cheers. “I’m alright with the success rate being similar, but I am my own person, and not any version of anyone else. It’s been a wonderful show here in Radio City, and thank you so much for coming out to see me! I love you all! Good night, New York!” Anusha blows kisses to the crowd before the screen fades away to the end credits.

Lily met Anusha when they were both very young, and the pair were in the same Indian dance class. Jer would drop her off, and the Indian mothers would look at her curiously, but not say anything.

Needless to say, the fact that she was only half Indian was very noticeable when Jim’s pale complexion and cable-knit sweaters clashed with the brown women and colorful saris he was surrounded by.

Lily had practically no friends in that class except for Anusha, who told off some mothers and walked over to Lily when she was crying. She was always there for Lily, even though her mother didn’t exactly approve of the life Lily lived. When she saw how dedicated Jim was to taking care of his daughter and helping her experience her culture, she gained respect for him and practically adopted Lily as her own daughter, bringing her along to family occasions and constantly allowing the girl to sleep over with Anusha, and vice versa. Jim would sit with Anusha’s family at recitals and smile as his little girl twirled around stage with her best friend.

Anusha was always funny. Comedy made sense for her. She struggled for years, moved to New York, booked strange hours and worked under sexist bosses to make her name in the industry. Now, she’s one of the biggest names in comedy. Lily couldn’t be prouder of her childhood bestie.

Lily calls her friend, catching her breath. Anusha picks up immediately.

“Hello, Lily!” she cheerily says. “How was the special?”

Lily wipes a tear from her eye. “Darling, you’re so talented. I’m so proud of you. Also, my stomach hurts from laughing so damn hard.”

Anusha lets out a laugh. “Thanks, Lily! You’re the best, mate. I’m so glad you like it.”

Lily sighs and pets Reykja, who jumps up onto the couch. “It was amazing, darling. I’m so proud to call you my friend, and I know that Jim is smiling at you as we speak.”

Anusha quiets, letting out a small sigh. “Lily… stop it, don’t make me cry. You know I loved Jim more than anything. He was the absolute best. I’m so proud to call you my friend. Your latest album is a hit, and you’ve got a gorgeous blonde man pining over you. Now, if I were you, I would have immediately dragged him to bed, but--”

“Can’t I be nice without you making things filthy?” Lily scoffs, shaking her head. “You don’t even like blondes.”

Anusha laughs. “You’re right. But I have an interest in one of your blonde boy’s friends.”

She raises a brow. “Gwil is taken and so is Rami.”

Anusha huffs. “I know, Lily! You think I didn’t do my research? I like Joe.” She takes a deep breath. “Joe seems really nice, and he’s very cute and talented. I looked online, and I didn’t see anything about him having a girlfriend.”

Lily smiles. “He’s single.”

Anusha lets out whoops and hollers of joy. “Yes! Could you get me his number? I really want to talk to him.”

“You’re in New York right now, aren’t you?”

“Yep! I’m coming back to London tomorrow,” Anusha says.

“He’s in New York as we speak. I can tell Joe to meet you somewhere tonight.”

Anusha nervously laughs. “Lily, babe… I’m in sweats and my hair is greasy enough to sustain a fire. I can’t meet anyone like this.”

Lily nods. “I get it. I’ll ask him if he’d be interested in meeting you, alright?”

Anusha sighs in relief. “That would be great. Love ya, Lily!”

Lily smiles. “Love you too, Nush.”

She hangs up and immediately calls Joe, who picks up after a few rings.

“Hi, Lily! I was just thinking about you!” He sounds kind of drunk. “Sebastian and I are out drinking and one of your songs came on and I screamed ‘That’s my friend!’’

Lily smiles and chuckles. “That’s very sweet of you, darling. I appreciate it.”

“I also told everyone how you and Ben are soulmates,” he continues, giggling.

She holds back anger and sighs heavily. “That’s great, Joe. The world already thought that. I can’t wait to see Ben’s reaction to the news. Can I ask you something quickly?”

Joe laughs. “Sure thing! What is it?”

“Do you know Anusha Laghari? She has a comedy special on Netflix,” Lily begins.

“Of course I know her! I love her stuff! She’s also super pretty,” Joe says happily.

Lily smiles. “She’s my best friend from Indian dance school, and she wants your number.”

Joe gasps, covering his mouth with his hand. “Me? And her? Lily, you’re joking.”

“I’m not. She told me herself,” Lily says, leaning back on her couch.

“She’s talented and funny and gorgeous and cool, and— and— I’m just a lanky white dude who met Jeff Goldblum once! Why me?”

Lily shrugs. “Because you’re funny and handsome and charismatic and sweet.”

Joe stutters. “Aw, Lily, I’m blushing. Really, she asked for my number?”

Lily nods. “Mhm.”

“Give it to her, and tell her that I’ll text her when I’m not drunk. Thank you so much, Lily!”

“Of course, Joe. Uber home and drink some water, love.”

“Sure thing. Bye, Lily!”

Joe hangs up and Lily texts Anusha Joe’s number, explaining that he’ll text her when he’s sober.

—-

The next morning, Ben looks in the mirror and tries to pep talk himself up, trying on his beanies to see which one works best with his navy blue adidas jacket and black-striped joggers.

“What’s better, Frankie? Yellow or red?” He turns to his pup, who opens one eye and sniffs in the direction of the yellow hat. “Thanks, girl. I’ve got to look good for our walk today. I’m going to ask Lily to go to the Oscars with me.”

Frankie yawns and stretches, standing up and walking to Ben’s feet. Ben leans down and puts the leash on her before checking that he has his phone, keys, and wallet. He puts on his sunglasses and they leave the apartment, walking over to his car.

They drive to Garden Lodge and Ben parks next to Lily’s G-Wagon. The gate is already open, since Ben and Lily do this joint dog walk five times a week and Ben arrives at the same time every time they do it.

“I think the garden is pruned well enough,” Ben comments, watching as Lily meticulously goes through a patch of yellow flowers looking for weeds.

Lily looks up at him and takes off her filthy gloves and large sun hat, shaking out her hair. “I saw some weeds earlier this morning, so I decided to do something about it.”

Ben smiles as Frankie licks Lily’s cheek, and Reykja runs out of the doggie door to meet her friend. Frankie barks happily and Rey yips in return, playing with the other pup.

Lily picks up the end of the leash attached to Rey’s harness, standing up and looking up at Ben.

“Ready to go?” He asks.

“Yep!” Lily responds, walking alongside Ben and locking the gates after they exit. As they walk out of the driveway, they see two teenagers pasting notes to Freddie on the wall.

They spend ten minutes with the excited teenagers who fawn over Frankie and Rey, explain how much they love Queen and Room 301, and get selfies with both of them. After the kids leave, Lily smiles up at Ben.

“They were more interested in you than me, you know. BoRhap made a difference,” she says, smiling as they begin the walk to the park a half mile away.

Ben nods. “I know. But they’re getting into your music as well because of the movie, so it’s not just Queen that’s thriving.”

She nods. “I just hope the Academy acknowledges all of that. Rami deserves to win, and BoRhap deserves all the awards it’s up for.” She chuckles. “I have a feeling I might be a little biased though.”

Ben looks down and lets out a little laugh. “I don’t mind. Actually, on that note, I’d like to ask you something.”

Lily bites back a smile and looks up at Ben. Is he going to do what she thinks he’s going to do? “Of course! What is it?”

Ben takes a deep breath as the dogs sniff the base of a tree, and gathers all his courage. “Would you like to go as my plus one to the Oscars?”

Lily’s eyes light up and her smile brightens the gray London sky. “I’d love that, Ben!”

Ben grins back at her, releases a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, and Frankie looks up at her dad, wagging her tail. “That’s great!”

Lily walks alongside Ben, and she laughs, shaking her head. “You looked nervous for a second, Ben.”

Ben feels a cold drip of sweat coming down his forehead and his face burns. “Huh? I’m not nervous. Why would I be nervous?”

Lily looks up at him and raises a brow. “I could’ve said no.”

Ben looks down, laughing nervously. “I mean, you could’ve, and gone with Joe again.”

She scoffs. “Even then I ended the night with you, Ben.”

Ben nods, smiling. “Yeah…”

She shrugs. “Besides, I practically set him up with my friend.”

Ben grins at her excitedly. “Seriously?”

She nods. “Mhm. You know the comedienne Anusha Laghari?”

Ben nods, grinning. “Of course! How do you know her?”

“She was my best friend as a child. We went to Indian dance school together as children.”

Ben nods, impressed. “Sometimes I forget that you know so many famous people.”

She grins. “Another one of my friends was Sean Ono Lennon. Yoko still sends me birthday gifts.”

Ben stops in his tracks. “You’ve met Yoko Ono.”

“Yes, I’ve been to her house for play dates with Sean. He helped me through the loss of my father.”

“Wait.” He waves his hands around in a confused gesture. “Does this mean that you met the other Beatles as well?”

She nods. “I know Paul and Ringo. I met George briefly when I was a baby but I don’t remember.”

Ben shakes his head as he continues walking. “That’s… how are you so nonchalant about that?”

She shrugs. “I was born into this life. It just sort of happened.”

Ben stutters for a minute before taking a deep breath. “Anyways, back to the topic at hand. Joe’s been single for a long time. What makes you think that Anusha can change that?”

Lily nods. “I have a good gut feeling about this, Ben. Also, she’s the one who asked for his number. He’s not chasing after someone who’s uninterested. She’s funny, he’s humble, and it wouldn’t be long distance since she lives in New York at the moment. That makes everything easier.”

Ben raises a brow. “Do you think it will last if it happens?”

She smiles and nods. “The last time I had a feeling this strong about anyone was when Zichi asked me about Gwil. Before then it was for Madi and Bron.”

Ben purses his lips. “You have a pretty good track record then. I trust your judgment. If Anusha is like she comes across in her special, her and Joe will be great together.”

She grins. “What you see is what you get with both of them. I have a good feeling about this.”

They walk along the track in the park in relative silence before Lily speaks up.

“You should wear a white suit jacket.”

Ben looks over at her and raises a brow. “All white?”

She shakes her head. “No. I think it should have a little bit of black, but that with nice dress pants and a pair of black Louboutins? Could be a major look.”

Ben nods, considering her suggestion. “What about sunglasses?”

She smiles, looking up at Ben. “That could be good.”

Ben takes mental notes of that before giving a suggestion of his own. “You should wear a red dress.”

She nods, pursing her lips. “Any particular style?”

He smiles and shrugs. “I think a princess gown would be fitting. After all, you’re the princess of Queen.”

She lets out a little laugh. “I guess I am. I’ll get it with a hoop skirt large enough to fit a person under.”

Ben raises a brow and looks away from her.

Anybody would be lucky to be under Lily Anne’s skirts. He just prays that one day, it could be him.

—-

Lily is corsetted tightly, and leans on the California King sized bed for support. “Fucking hell— holy shit! How much tighter can you go?” She asks the assistants helping her into her red ballgown.

It is heavy, large, has poofy sleeves, and her tits are barely contained by the layered fabric that dips low and squeezes her waist. The skirt looks like the curtain of an opera house, and the fabric is subtlety embroidered. She’s never worn something so grandiose before, but she has a feeling that tonight will be the night Ben admits his feelings to her, so she’s made every effort to look like a goddess.

Her heels are placed on her feet and her loose curls are adjusted before a heavy diamond choker and dangling diamond earrings are put on her. She looks in the mirror and catches her breath, her red lips turning up into a smile.

She’s never been this gorgeous before.

There’s a knock on the door, and she collects her clutch and does final checks on her outfit before opening the door and seeing Ben—

Her breath stops in her throat, because her man is looking so good tonight. That white suit with the black shoes and the perfectly tailored pants— she thinks she’s going to die.

He’s looking at her like she’s God, and in his eyes, she may as well be. Ben has never been struck speechless by how good someone looks before, but both of them are trying to form words as they look over each other.

“I— you— wow,” Ben gets out, shaking his head in awe. “You look amazing, Lily. Truly.”

She smiles and looks him over, adjusting his bow tie. “So do you. I was right to suggest the white tux jacket.” She smiles up at him. “You look stunning, Ben.”

Ben smiles and takes her hand as she exits the room and thanks her assistants. “We both look great. Now we just have to figure out how to transport me to the event so people witness how good I look.” She says, chuckling.

Ben nods, letting out a noise of thought. “You might need to stand.”

She sighs. “The things I do for fashion.”

—-

When they get to the red carpet, they are barraged by people asking if they’re a couple, and they brush off those questions, but a little part in each of them wonders how long it’s been since they could truthfully classify each other as mere friends.

This game they’re playing has to end. They need to admit to each other that they’re so much more than just friends to one another. The tension is thick, and the unspoken truth they both know has to come out of someone’s mouth.

When they leave the interviews and take photos together, Ben’s hand rests on the small of her back, and hers on his shoulder. Paparazzi are screaming about how good they look together, and they don’t respond. They already know that they’d be a gorgeous couple. If only one of them would make a move.

—-

“We’re not allowed in?” Lily Anne asks, raising a brow. “My uncles are performing and we were all a part of Bohemian Rhapsody.”

The guard shakes his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Your seats were taken by other people.”

Lily huffs, and looks back to see her friends nervously pacing, Anusha looking over to see what’s going on.

The rest of the night was going great, and she and Joe have hit it off wonderfully. Everything was wonderful until now.

Lily leans in, lowering her voice. “How much did they pay? I promise I can double it.”

The guard shifts uncomfortably and after a moment says, “One thousand for a whole row.”

She nods, and pulls out two thousand from her clutch. He takes it and nods, stuffing it in his vest pocket. “I’ll be right back, ma’am.”

Lily smiles and nods. “Good choice, darling. We’ll be waiting.” She walks back to her friends and smiles. “Give them a moment to kick the Kardashians out of our seats and we’ll be let inside.”

The whole group grins except for Ben. “How much money did you give him, Lily?”

Lily looks up at Ben. “That’s none of your business, Ben. It doesn’t matter, anyways. We’re in. That’s what counts.”

Ben shakes his head. “How much? I’ll give you the money, because it’s bollocks that you had to pay in the first place.”

Gwil and Joe nod, and Anusha speaks up. “Yeah. Tell us how much it was, and we’ll pay you back for it.”

Lily rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “No. It was pocket change for me, really.” Zichi gives her an impatient and accusatory glare. Lily crumbles under the pressure. “Fine.” She leans in. “Two thousand dollars.”

Joe chokes on his own spit, and Gwil curses in Welsh. Ben looks down at her and places a hand on her shoulder.

“Lily, you did all that for us to get in?” Ben asks.

She nods. “This movie has been one of the most important projects of our lives. It’s brought together you guys in a bond that’s truly unbreakable, my band, and my best friend from childhood. We’re a family, all of us. We deserve to be there when Rami and the movie win the awards it fucking deserves. I can earn back my money. It’s worth it for this.”

They are escorted inside, and sit down, Lily Anne apologizing for her skirt going onto Ben and Joe’s chairs. She stands back up as they sit down and then sits, her skirt covering both their laps. Ben laughs and she looks over at him, frowning.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It feels like I have a blanket on my legs. How thick is the fabric of this dress? How are you even walking around in this? Your legs must be damp.”

She scoffs. “Don’t be stupid, I have ventilation installed in this thing. I can’t have a swampy vagina by the end of the night.”

Joe covers his mouth as he laughs, and Ben snorts, grinning. Anusha is trying to contain herself and failing, and the whole row tries to quiet down as the lights dim. After they settle down, Ben lets out a chuckle and Lily elbows him. Joe snorts and Anusha shakes from containing herself. Then, the music starts.

Nobody is singing louder than them. Adam looks over and blows a kiss to Lily Anne, and she winks back at him, waving to Brian and Roger. The camera pans over to them as they shout along to We Will Rock You. It’s wonderful, and they could care less about what the other people in the audience think about them. This is their moment, and they will bask in it.

Things quiet down as the award show starts, and whenever BoRhap wins an award, they stand up and jump around, hugging one another and cheering loudly. They must be annoying the fuck out of literally everyone else in the audience.

Finally, Rami wins. Lily begins to cry, and Ben hugs her. She carefully angles herself so she doesn’t get any makeup on his pristine white blazer but still enjoys the tight embrace. When he gives his speech, she squeezes Ben’s hand, and he squeezes hers back just as tightly.

The ceremony flies by after that, and while their group mingles with other celebrities, Lily and Ben stick together and make their way into a quieter area of the auditorium.

“Four out of five isn’t bad,” he says, smiling. “I think Freddie would be proud.”

Lily laughs. “He’d be proud regardless of if BoRhap won all of the categories or none of them. You all worked so hard on this film, and it showed. He knows you tried your best, and it was done with love. It was worth the time it took to develop the project. Tonight is merely proof of that.”

Ben smiles at her. “I’ve never seen you so happy before, watching Rami win.”

She shrugs. “Rami deserved that. He became Freddie, and that takes a lot of talent and hard work to be someone that big. I’m so proud of all of you. You did a glorious job.” Lily takes a moment. It’s time to say it. “There’s only one thing that could make this night even better.”

Ben raises a brow and looks down at her. “What would that be? I’d be happy to provide it if I can.”

She purses her lips, taking a deep breath. “We’re close friends, you know that as much as I do.”

Ben’s heart skips a beat. “Of course I do. Casual friends don’t just go to the Oscars or walk their dogs together.”

Lily nods. “Casual friendship doesn’t usually involve quitting cigarettes together or buying out Indian restaurants either.” She looks up at Ben, who’s looking at her with a knowing look. “I think we both know that we’re not just close friends, either.”

Ben presses his lips together, and nods slowly. “I think we’ve known that for a while now.”

“I care more deeply for you than I have for anyone else in my life, and I felt that way almost immediately after meeting you. I knew those feelings were true after you threw away your pack of cigarettes and vowed to help me quit one of our worst habits.” Lily speaks slowly and clearly, and their gaze could not be separated by anything going on around them. “You didn’t kiss me at the Globes because you were afraid of mucking it all up and losing something so precious to you.” She places a manicured hand on his chest and feels his heart pounding. “You’re just as precious to me, Ben. You’re the only man I’m ever going to devote myself to for the rest of my days, and I know that.”

His hands shake as he places one on top of hers, and the other on her waist. He has no words, but none are needed.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours. We knew that a long time ago, but tonight, I’d like to get that confirmation. That would send me over the moon.”

Ben nods and pulls her tightly against him, and in the room full of people, kisses her passionately. It feels like winning that last Oscar to finally have her lips on his, and when she cups the back of his neck with one warm hand, he closes his eyes.

The only thing that matters right now is her. Everything else is drowned out by the sensation of an embrace months in the making.

When she pulls away from him, her eyes are sparkling, and he rests one hand on her cheek, stroking it gently. She leans into him and smiles, red lips quirked into a smile.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for so long…” he admits. “But as much as you deserve gentle loving, tonight I’d love nothing more than to be the man under your skirt.”

Lily smirks, grinning like a cat that got the cream. “I know. Why else do you think this gown is so bloody wide?”

They rush off to find a bathroom stall.

—-

“No luck?”

“I can’t fit in any of these stalls, Ben. The skirt is too wide,” Lily responds, pouting.

Ben sighs deeply and runs a hand through his hair. “Stand in front of a sink.”

Lily’s eyes go wide. “Benjamin Jones, are you serious? Anyone could walk in here and see us!”

Ben nods. “I don’t fucking care. Let them see.”

Lily sighs and looks up at Ben to see if he’s actually serious, and he nods to a sink. She releases a resigned breath and does as she’s told.

Ben promptly ducks under her skirts and taps her thighs, and she spreads her legs to give him room. She’s wearing black mesh panties, and he can see that she’s freshly waxed, with only a tiny bit of pubic hair.

“Oh… you planned for this, didn’t you?” Ben says with a grin.

Lily huffs, her face burning under her foundation. “Well… yes, of course I did! But I didn’t plan for it to happen this publically!”

Ben chuckles and shakes his head, gently kissing her thigh and causing her leg to shake. “Don’t worry, darling. This won’t take long. You’re already soaking wet, and I know what I’m doing.” He kisses further up her thigh, one hand holding her leg firmly in place. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

She lets a moan and squeezes her eyes shut, gripping the counter. After five minues of Ben’s tongue doing magical things to her clit, he tugs the thin panties aside and strokes her folds with one finger. His hot breath and amazing tongue and finger combined with the tight grip on her thigh-- she knows she��s close.

Just as she’s about to come, Lucy walks in the bathroom, and she clenches up, all chance of orgasm gone. Ben has frozen up too, so Lily is just standing there with his tongue on her clit and his finger inside of her while their best friend has no clue.

“Hi, Lily!” Lucy says, waving to her friend before frowning at her flushed face. “Is everything alright? You’re so red!”

‘I have our mutual friend’s mouth on my vagina. Everything is great.’

“Oh, it’s nothing! The dress is just heavy, that’s all,” Lily tells the blonde woman. “It’s not easy to walk around in.”

Technically that isn’t a lie. The dress is heavy, and she has had to have assistance to walk around at the event.

Lucy nods. “That makes sense. The dress is magnificent, but highly impractical.”

Lily laughs. “Isn’t that true of most fashion, darling?”

Lucy nods. “It is.” She takes a moment and sighs, smiling. “Tonight has been wonderful. I’m sure Freddie is happy.”

Does it feel wrong to think about one’s father while there’s a mouth on your clit and a finger inside of you? Yes. It does.

“Freddie is probably ecstatic right now,” Lily says, grip tightening on the counter as Ben continues slowly.

Lucy laughs. “I’m glad. The boys are celebrating. By the way, where’s Ben?”

‘Under my dress. Pleasuring me with his tongue.’

“I don’t know. He was in the auditorium last I saw him, but—“ Ben hits her G-spot and she has to take a moment. “Ah. Just some period cramps. Sorry.”

Lucy looks over and pats her shaking hand.

“I’m sorry. I have some Advil back at the hotel if you’d like it,” she says.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you, lo—“ Lily kicks Ben when he hits a sensitive spot, and he pulls away, crawling out from under her dress in pain.

Lucy looks amused. “Do you want the Advil, Ben?”

Ben is all flushed and his hair is a mess. There’s red lipstick on his mouth and his pants have dust on the knees from where he was kneeling.

“That would be great, Lucy. Thanks.” He looks down, beet red.

Lily scratches the back of her neck, and Lucy smiles at the couple.

“It was about time you two figured it out. I’m glad you did!”

Lily and Ben mumble their thanks, and Lucy finishes washing up.

“Joe wants to pick up snacks at 7/11 with you, Ben. Lily, Anusha is waiting for you. Come out once you’re ready and we’ll be on our way,” Lucy says. “Congrats!” She calls out as she leaves the bathroom.

Lily helps Ben up and sorts him out, sighing.

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Ben smiles and kisses her forehead after she cleans up the lipstick. “It’s alright. That was fun.”

Lily smiles at his flushed appearance and kisses him, tasting herself on his lips.

When they leave the bathroom, Brian, having spotted them, gives Roger twenty pounds for losing their bet of whether Lily and Ben would confess to each other tonight.

—

“So we have Sun Chips, Doritos, tortilla chips, queso, and guac. Do we need anything else?” Joe asks, holding some of the items in his arms.

“I think that’s all,” Ben says, only really half engaged in the conversation. He’s still thinking about Lily.

“Is something wrong, Ben? You seem distracted,” Joe asks, frowning.

Ben lets out a little laugh and shakes his head. “No, not at all. I mean, I’m distracted, but it’s not for a bad reason.”

Joe nods, smiling. “I’m glad you and Lily figured it out, really. I’ve been waiting for that to happen for such a long time.”

“Thanks, mate. I appreciate it. How’s Anusha?” He asks, following Ben as they head up to the checkout.

Joe grins. “She’s amazing, Ben. She’s gorgeous, funny, and I’m not uncomfortable around her. We get along really well.”

After they check out, Ben walks back to the Uber with Joe and after they get in, he smiles at his friend. “Do you think you and her could date?”

Joe thinks for a moment before nodding. “I do. I really like her.”

Ben grins. “As long as I’m best man at the wedding, I’ll support you.”

Joe flushes and Ben laughs, and as they head back to the hotel, they bask in their happiness.

—-

“Then Lucy walks in—“

“He’s still under your dress?”

“Yes! So we’re talking and he hits a sensitive spot and I kick him, and he exits the skirt in pain,” Lily finishes, reapplying her mascara.

Anusha cracks up, clapping her hands. “Lily!”

“What?” She looks over at her friend, confused.

“I never took you to be an exhibitionist, but I guess life is full of surprises,” Anusha comments, grinning.

Lily rolls her eyes and shakes her head fondly, picking up her nude lipstick. “Shut up. How’s it going with Joe?”

Anusha grins, pausing her makeup routine. “He’s amazing, Lily. I couldn’t have imagined a better person to go to an awards show with.”

Lily raises a brow. “Do you want to date him?”

Anusha nods furiously. “I’m never letting him go, mate! He’s been perfect. Why would I give up that?”

Lily raises her hands in defense. “Alright! Ease up, Nush. I’m glad you like him. He’s a really nice guy, and you two will make a great couple.”

Anusha grins and adjusts her cocktail dress, looking over herself in the mirror. Lily looks over at her and nods in approval, liking the way the dress looks on her. Anusha lets out a satisfied hum and smiles before looking over at her friend’s dress and raising a brow.

“You’re certainly going for easy access tonight, aren’t you, Lily?”

She shrugs and looks in the mirror, turning in her metallic, low cut dress with lantern sleeves and a short skirt, the deep plunging fabric left leaves little to the imagination.

“I didn’t get to come in the bathroom. He has a job to finish,” Lily says, smiling. “After all, now there’s no use in playing coy after what happened earlier.”

Anusha smirks and pats her friend on the back with a knowing grin. “If you can walk tomorrow, I’ll know he didn’t do his job well enough.”

Lily’s suite soon fills up with guests, and the alcohol begins flowing. The boys finally get back from their trip and the snacks quickly become the center of attention, and as Lily heads over to get some guacamole and chips, she feels someone put a hand on her shoulder and turns to see Sarina smiling at her. She hugs the woman and grins.

“How’d you enjoy the ceremony, Sarina?” Lily asks, looking up at the woman.

Sarina grins. “It was wonderful! I loved it. Roger and Brian are very pleased with how everything turned out.” Her grin becomes a smirk. “How did you enjoy the ceremony?”

Lily laughs. “It was great. The boys deserve this, as do Roger and Brian. But I know you’re not asking about that.”

Sarina shrugs. “It was bound to happen and we both know it. Roger had a bet with Brian about it, and he won. He’s ecstatic that you two got together before he’s on his death bed.”

She rolls her eyes. “He certainly has a flair for the dramatic, doesn’t he?”

Sarina lets out a small laugh. “That he does. I’ll leave you to find your man and I’ll go off to find mine. Have a fun time, Lily.”

She kisses her aunt’s cheek and continues walking, and feels a large, warm hand on her hip. She looks up at Ben and smiles, placing her hand on his chest.

He leans down and kisses her cheek. “You certainly chose an easier dress for me to take off of you, didn’t you?”

She smirks and kisses him gently. “I’m glad you like the view, darling. I figured after the hassle of the first dress you deserved something a little more easy access.”

Ben grins and kisses her back, tugging on her bottom lip as he pulls away. She looks up at him with dark eyes, and he raises a brow. “You want to go to your room now?”

Lily sighs, looking down. “We should be a little subtle. Let’s wait a little bit. Once people are drunker, we can slip away and nobody will notice.”

Ben nods, kissing her forehead. “Sure thing, Lil.” He leans in close to her ear and whispers, “I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you.”

Her knees go weak and she looks up at him with a smile. “Was that a threat or a promise?”

Ben smirks and pinches her ass. “It’s whatever you want it to be.”

She raises a brow and grins. “I’ll see you later in my bedroom, Benjamin.” She pulls him down and whispers in his ear. “If I’m able to walk tomorrow, I’ll be upset with you.”

She walks off, hips swaying. Ben’s eyes follow her body, and she grins, feeling him follow her.

Joe is already very drunk, and so is Anusha. They sit together on the couch, leaning against one another.

“We should do karaoke!” Joe exclaims. “Can we get a karaoke machine?”

Anusha gasps and puts a hand on his chest. “We should totally get a karaoke machine. You’re a genius, Joey.”

Joe blushes and grins at her, holding her hand. “Will you sing with me?”

Anusha nods, smiling. “It would be my honor.”

Lily looks over at Ben with a knowing look, and he nods, impressed.

Joe points at Lily. “Call the front desk. We need a karaoke machine, stat.”

Gwil stands up from his place on the couch. “I’ll get it. You stay sitting, Lily.”

Lily smiles at Gwil gratefully and leans back, Ben’s hand resting on her shoulder. She moves closer to him and smiles.

—-

Surprisingly enough, this hotel can provide karaoke machines. Joe hollers as the machine is set up by a level headed Ezichi.

Anusha looks over at Lily. “You should do it!”

Lily chuckles. “What song do you propose I perform?”

Joe grins as he looks at her. “Another One Bites the Dust.”

Anusha nods enthusiastically and she nods, smiling. “I’ll appease you drunken idiots.”

“I’m not an idiot!” Anusha insists.

“I’m not drunk!” Joe adds, pouting.

Ben snorts in laughter and Lily shakes her head fondly before standing up when Gwil cues up the song and hands her the microphone.

Her performance is captivating. The dress combined with her moves, and the eye contact she makes with the rest of the group as it continues is amazing. She ends up on Ben’s lap, with her hands resting behind his neck and his own on her waist. She feels his trousers getting tighter in the crotch and smiles at the good work she’s done. The crowd cheers her on and she stands to bow, and walks off to the kitchen. She’s intercepted by Roger, Sarina, Brian, and Anita, and hugs her family.

“Turning in for the night?” She asks.

Brian smiles and ruffles her hair. “We’re too old to party like this. The rock and roll lifestyle isn’t meant for the elderly.”

She grins and kisses his cheek. “Well thanks for coming anyways. I appreciate it.”

Anita smiles and hugs her niece. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The couple leaves after saying goodnight, and after Sarina exits the room, Roger presses a small plastic square in her hand. She looks down at the condom and back at her uncle, pressing her lips together. Roger grins and ruffles her hair, kissing her forehead before leaving the room. She sticks the condom in the waistline of her dress and walks back to the kitchen, where she pours herself a glass of water.

She feels hands on her waist and breath on her neck and smiles, closing her eyes. “How’d you like my performance, Benny?”

Ben’s grip on her waist tightens. “I think everyone is drunk enough.”

She turns in his arms and presses her hips against his own, looking up at him demurely. “Promise to make me scream, Hardy?”

Ben leans down, eyes darkening. “That would be detrimental to your career if we make that a habit, y’know.”

She shrugs. “I know. I’m sure hickeys all over your neck and chest would be detrimental to yours as well. I suppose these can be our mutual indulgences.”

Ben smirks and rests on hand on her cheek, brushing back a curly strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m happy to oblige your desires, and wish for you to do as you please with me.”

Lily leans in, placing one hand on his chest. “What are we waiting for then? I have so many plans for you.”

The two of them walk into the bedroom and lock the door, and Lily pulls out the condom. Ben looks amused.

“Roger’s gift,” she explains, smiling as she throws the condom onto the nightstand.

Ben grins and pulls her close, kissing her and gripping her hips tightly in his big hands. She wraps her arms around the back of his neck and leans into him, jumping up to hitch her thighs around his waist. He supports her weight effortlessly, and his hands cradle her ass.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this to happen,” Lily says when they pull apart, catching their breath.

She gasps as Ben pushes her against the wall. “I’ve been attracted to you since the day I met you.” He begins sucking kisses down her neck. “When I saw you with Joe at the Golden Globes, I was so angry with myself.”

Lily moans and fists Ben’s hair. “Why were you mad? You’re the one who asked him to take me.”

Ben grinds into her and looks up at her, pushing her dress off her shoulders to reveal her chest. “Because you looked gorgeous, and you could’ve been my date. But I was an idiot who was too scared to ask you.” He kisses down her collarbones, leaving angry red marks all over. He relishes in her little sounds, and the cursing, and his name being said like a prayer. “I could’ve been doing this to you before the show if we had figured ourselves out sooner. You’d barely be able to walk on the red carpet, leaning on me for support. Everyone would know why you’d be unstable, since you don’t drink. The headlines would be proclaiming how filthy of a couple we are.”

Lily gasps as he nips her breast. “Do you always talk this much during foreplay, or am I just a lucky woman?”

He grins and looks up at her flushed face. “You like it?”

She nods, pupils dilated. “So much. Please don’t stop.”

He raises a brow. “Not even to finish eating you out?”

“...I can make an exception.”

He moves her to the bed and finishes what he started in the bathroom.

---

She spends five minutes composing herself before shakily sitting up in bed. Ben is taking off his white jacket, and she clears her throat, leaning against the pillows.

“Ben.”

He turns around to look at her and takes off his jacket. “Yes, love?”

“Let me,” she says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He sits next to her on the bed and she straddles his lap, beginning to undo his bow tie. She can feel the bulge in his pants and smiles, tossing the tie aside and beginning to undo the buttons. “I’ve got you all worked up, haven’t I?”

He lets out a small laugh and squeezes her hips. “You’ve had me worked up since the day I met you.”

She smiles and finishes unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. He takes off the shirt and she runs her hands over his chest slowly, eventually getting onto her knees and undoing his belt. “I’ve always thought you were very pretty, Ben.” She unzips and unbuttons his pants, and feels his thighs tense up.

“In college my friends and I would talk about our celebrity crushes, and, well…” He helps her take off his pants and slips off his shoes after she unties them. “You were always mine.”

She smiles as he leans down and kicks off his socks, and kisses him, chuckling. “We really have been into each other for the longest time.”

Ben’s breath catches in his throat as she kisses up his thighs, looking up at him. She puts one finger in the waistband of his briefs and looks up at him for permission. When he nods frantically, she pulls down his underwear and tosses it aside.

Ben isn’t the biggest she’s ever seen, but he’s proportional and thick, and she knows that he’ll feel good. She can’t wait to take him. She takes him in her hand and begins slowly pumping, and his muscles practically ripple with the release and uptake of tension in his body.

“Relax, love. I’ll take good care of you.” She presses a kiss to the head of his cock and he releases a sweet moan.

The sounds of drunken karaoke in the background are ignored, and Lily focuses on Ben’s noises as she takes him in her mouth.

---

The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin fill the room, and Lily moans out her lover’s name as he’s propped up above her, holding onto the headboard of the bed and her waist. He grunts into her neck, and she rakes her fingernails down his muscular back.

Sex has never felt this good. Sure, Frank made her orgasm, but he never made her feel quite like this. Ben sets a good pace and is incredibly attentive to her needs. She’s not afraid to voice what she wants him to do, but she’s more than happy to let him have his way with her.

She’s always enjoyed being submissive. Luckily for her, Ben enjoys being dominant.

“Lil… fuck, Lil. I can’t hold out much longer,” he groans, leaning into her neck.

Lily moans, her fingers tugging on his curls. “Me neither. Speed up-- oh! Yes! Like that!”

Ben moans as he comes, and Lily shouts out his name, orgasming at the exact same time as him.

She kisses him gently as he lays down partially on top of her, his head resting next to hers on the pillows.

“I love you,” he whispers. Her heart soars.

“I love you too, Ben.” She smiles and moves so he can dispose of the condom.

When he comes back, he brings her into his arms, and she entangles her legs with his, resting her head on his warm chest. She yawns, cuddling up to him. He closes his eyes and smiles, and they fall asleep in each others’ arms.

When they’re walking to the terminal, Lily tries to avoid Ben’s eyes, because she knows that he’s smirking. She is beyond sore, and it is painful to move after everything he did to her the night before.

They board the plane quickly and after Ben puts his and Lily’s carry on luggage in the overhead bins, he settles in his window seat. She sits next to him and immediately rests her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and sighing.

“Did the Advil help?” He asks, kissing the top of her head.

“Not really,” she mumbles. “I can barely walk, you wanker.”

He laughs and places a hand on her thigh, smiling. “You’re welcome.”

She smiles slightly and when Gwil and Ezichi sit in the middle two seats next to them, Ezichi grins at the sight. Gwil holds her hand and smiles as well, because he’s never seen Ben this content before.

After the plane takes off, Lily readjusts herself and curls up against Ben, and he holds her, closing his eyes. The pair fall asleep entangled in each others’ embrace.

Gwil stands up and takes a picture of them, and once they land on the ground, he posts it on instagram with the caption “It took ten months. @joemazzello”

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theinvisible-rogertaylor · 5 years

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After All These Years...

Requested by the lovely, @rockyroadthepastryarchy: I was wondering if I could request a present!roger fic? he and the reader have been married for forever, and are very sarcastic and bantery with each other but are very in love. She also visits the borhap set all the time, and the cast/crew adores her and see her as a second mom (especially ben) and she’s super heckin protective of them? Thanks babe and best wishes💕

I loved this request, it’s not exactly what you asked for but, nonetheless I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Warnings: kind of an AU Roger?

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YN and Roger had been together going on 41 years. After meeting in 1978 during Queen’s ‘Jazz’ tour, the two had fallen madly in love... despite being over 10 years apart in age. YN was only 19 when they got together, but to them age was always just a number.

In 1980 the couple welcomed their first child, a boy. Lennon Brian Taylor. That was also the year Roger’s infidelity made the tabloids. YN wasn’t sure if it was the first time he had strayed during their relationship, but she hoped it would be the last. Even if was the last time, she despised him for cheating on her, but she couldn’t leave. Their newborn son needed his father, and despite being a cheating husband he was anything but a bad father. So she stayed.

Roger was sure he was dreaming when he came home to find YN asleep in their bed and their baby son asleep in the bassinet beside her. He was sure she would be halfway across the country after news of his affair made the papers. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why she stayed, but he was glad she did. So, to be certain his wife and baby weren’t figments of his jet lagged imagination, he climbed in bed behind his wife and nuzzles his face in her neck.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He cried, his salty tears dripping down his cheeks and into YN’s hair.

YN didn’t answer him that day, she didn’t break things or yell as Roger had expected her do do. He even asked her to, because any kind of emotion— even bad or angry ones were better than none. Even Freddie and John told her that the silent treatment was destroying Roger. He was showing up to recording sessions drunk, crying over the photographs he kept if YN and the baby in his wallet every time they went out to a pub.

But YN held her ground and she didn’t speak to him for nearly two weeks after the incident became public. One day she lost it. He kept repeating himself, over and over again.

“I’m so sorry baby, please forgive me. It meant nothing it will never happen again.”

“Oh, really Roger? That’s all you have to say for yourself is ‘I’m sorry’?? Tell me this, are you truly sorry it happened or are you only sorry you got caught? The only reason I haven’t left yet is because of this precious boy right here. And because we made a vow, Roger! For better or worse, and this, I hope is the worst our marriage will be.” She spat, attempting to whisper-yell so not to disturb the baby nursing from her.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he sat next to his wife in their bed and stroked the baby’s cheek.

“No, YN. I love you and only you. I made a mistake. I know that’s no excuse but I was drunk and missing you, but I’ll never stray again. I promise you, my love.”

She still made him sleep on the couch for nearly an entire month after they had spoken about it. She knew staying silent and distant would hurt him the most, because despite what he had done, she knew deep down she was his everything. She just wanted to hurt him as badly as he hurt her, without doing exactly as he had done. She would never, ever be unfaithful to the man she loves.

After that month of torture, they never spoke of the news or the woman again. From the day she forgave him he vowed never to be unfaithful or do anything to jeopardize their relationship again. Lennon and YN were all that mattered to him and he did everything in his power to show them and tell them that every day, cards, love letters, flowers and even notes in their children’s school lunches.

Not once in the next 40 years was Roger Taylor ever in the paper for anything that wasn’t good news. In fact, if anything Roger’s one time indiscretion brought them closer than ever. Sure, they bickered about little things and everyday issues like who’s turn it was to change diapers or walk the dog, but never again did they doubt their feelings for one another nor did Roger find comfort in anyone but his wife. She was and still is his everything. His Queen, his love, his soulmate. The only one who really understands him.

In late 1997, Roger and YN welcomed their second and third children, their miracle twins. After a miscarriage and a still birth, Roger and YN never thought they’d be blessed with another life, let alone two. Farrah May Taylor and Deacon Roger Taylor. Named for the two friends that kept them together all those years ago, their angel himself (Freddie ~Farrokh~) and (John ~Deacon~).

—present—

“Roger Meddows Taylor, if I have to tell you to get out of bed one more time, you won’t be sleeping in said bed this evening.” YN Taylor said to her husband as she placed a cup of coffee on his bedside table and kissed his cheek in morning greeting.

“Oh, my love. Must you be so dramatic? We’ve slept in the same bed every night for nearly 40 years. I doubt that will change now.” He groaned, but smiled, ridding his eyes of sleep and taking a slip of his black, yet lightly sweetened coffee before kissing his wife good morning.

“Benjamin will be here any moment to pick up Farrah for brunch.” YN smiled.

“What?! He’s taking her to brunch?” Roger gasped, nearly spitting out his coffee at the idea of his daughter dating his movie counter part.

“Speaking of dramatics, my dear. They’ve been dating nearly 4 months. Don’t act surprised that he’s taking her to breakfast.” His wife scoffed, walking into the kitchen.

Roger all but jumped out of bed and slid on his slippers and robe before joining his wife at the breakfast table.

“Should I tell her she’s too young to date? Remember when she was 4, I picked her up from nursery school and she told me she had a boyfriend? All I had to do was buy her ice cream and that boy was forgotten as fast as yesterday’s news. Think it’ll still work?”

“Darling, she’s 21, the same age I was when I gave birth to Lennon. Now, eat your eggs before they go cold.” YN patronized for taking his hand across the table and kissing the rosary tattoo up his hand

“But, but— she’s my baby!” He stuttered, in a whiny voice putting on a fake pout. “And besides, he’s 28!”

“My love, may I remind you that you were 30 when we began dating and I was only 19. Even younger than she is now, and he is younger than you were. We should be the last to speak about age gaps.” YN Taylor could always talk sense into her husband, no matter his feelings on the issue.

Just then their daughter emerged from her bedroom with a bright smile on her face and greeted her parents good morning.

“Morning daddy, morning mum.” Farrah smiled as she kissed her father on the cheek before doing the same to her mother and walking out the door.

“I should have never suggested him for the part and this never would have happened.” Roger huffed, setting down his coffee and pushing aside his eggs and bacon.

—2016 flashback—

One day in 2016 while the couple as washing dishes after dinner, Roger stood behind his wife with his hands around her waist and peppered her cheeks with kisses.

“Rog, stop! I’m trying to clean up. I love you, but grab a dish cloth and dry something will ya? Make those hands of yours useful.” YN giggled.

“Oh baby, if I recall, you thought they were plenty useful last night.” He smirked, doing as his wife asked and pulling the dish towel from her shoulder.

That night as they laid in bed, he brought up the idea of the BoRhap movie to his love, and the boy he had in mind to play his younger self, Mr. Ben Hardy. Her response?

“Really baby? You’re ego isn’t big enough? You need to be immortalized on television?” She giggled, looking at some of Ben’s headshots.

“Besides, this young boy has abs. You have never had abs my love.” She said, turning to her side to look properly at her husband and rub his tummy, that had become quite obviously bigger in the last 40 years.

“Shove off.” He chuckled before kissing his wife good night and turning off the bedside lamp.

—— present again ——

Roger was ripped from his thoughts when his wife came over and sat on his knee in the dining chair and picked at his bacon.

“Oi, woman! That’s my bacon.” Roger quipped, pinching his wife’s behind as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Hey! I had your children, mister. Plus, I made this bacon. Bacon for babies is a good trade, don’t ya think?” YN smiled and Roger just laughed, giving a quiet “touché” as his love clambered off of his lap before beckoning for her youngest son to wake up.

———

That evening the Taylor gang decided to invite the BoRhap cast (boys, Lucy and Tom Hollander (Jim Beach)) as well as Bri and Deaky over for dinner.

Jokes were told, stories were shared and even embarrassing home videos of the Taylor children were shown.

“Gee, thanks dad. Ben’s going to dump me now!” Farrah joked as her father played a video of her at 7 years old dressed up as Freddie Mercury’s Live Aid mini-me for Halloween complete with the moustache.

Ben just laughed and pulled her closer into his lap as they sat next to YN and Roger on the sofa.

“I don’t know, babe. I think I see why you dig me in my Rogerina get up now.” Ben winked.

“Oi! Don’t corrupt my baby, mister Hardy.” Roger lamely scolded as his wife smacked his chest playfully before kissing him sweetly and a little too long and passionately.

“Ok mum, your children are present.” Deacon murmured, trying to put an end to his parents make out session. Though, after everything they’d been through, their children were secretly ecstatic that their parents were still so in love after 40 years together.

As the gathering came to an end, and the cast aside from the real Brian and Deaky had left, the oldest Taylor child and his wife decided to make an announcement.

“Mum, dad, Julia and I are having a baby!” Lennon blurted. Farrah and Deacon were the first to congratulate their brother, while YN looked at her husband with tears of joy in her eyes. Still sitting in his lap on the sofa, she leaned into her husband’s lips and whispered,

“It’s a good life, Roger Taylor.”

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Bed of Roses (Last Chapter - 21)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Fic Summary: It's 1971. You just moved to London to study, and you find a band on a local pub after a bad date. The encounter doesn’t go the way you expect it, and neither does what follows this evening as you try to deal with loving Roger Taylor.

Fic Note: So I’ve had this story in my head for the last three weeks and finally decided to write it down. It’s completely planned. It will have 21 chapters and it’s divided in three acts: Dusk, Night and Dawn. It’s will be a bit angsty in the future, and it will most likely have some smut as well. I hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think about it in the asks/comments/messages. If this is your first time stumbling upon Bed of Roses, thank you for stopping by! The rest of the story is in my masterlist, the link is in my bio - can't put the link here or else the post will disappear from the tags.

Chapter's notes: THE LAST CHAPTER. I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE. i feel like before i start my thank yous i could give you some weird trivia on the story. i wrote the entire outline for the fic at a weekend shift at work, where i always have free time. i had some smaller ideas - them meeting at a bar and not seeing again, the whole kensingon-taxi-class thing from the beginning - but there was a sudden burst of inspiration and in like twenty minutes the outline was done, and very little has changed, i mostly just added some more details. also, i imagine the reader as alicia silverstone in the 90s?? idk. i just do. also, the reader thing with new york comes from the fact that i lived there for a while and i miss it so much, so thats why theres so much detail about places and stuff - its my form of revisiting my favourite spots there. also, will (REMEMBER WHEN) was written with sebastian stan in mind, and liv tyler (in her lord of the rings days) was poppy. i did too much research for this fic on queen history, and everytime i had to change something (especially in the first act) so the dates made more sense, it KILLED ME.

anyway, now the thank yous: SHIT THIS FIC IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT CHAPTER ON MY LIFE. its my first time writing such a long story without abandoning it, and my first time writing fiction in english, so i learned so much!! i was doing some research the other day, and the great gatsby is like 47k words long, and the first harry potter is around 70k words long - bed of roses is around 60k words long. this is crazy.

it's also my first story to get this many readers interacting with me, and i'm so grateful for you all!! i thought about thanking you all by name, but i dont want anyone to feel left out so i just want every and each one of you reading these words to know: if you read my story, thank you. thank you for giving me your time of the day, thank you for connecting with what i wrote, thank you for telling me in any way possible that you've enjoyed it. thank you. a writer must write, but theres not a lot of joy in talking to an empty room. you filled my small room with warmth and love and there's not enough words to express my gratitude for you all. thank you.

about my writing: i plan on FINALLY DOING THE MANY REQUESTS I HAVE IGNORED OVER THIS FINAL ACT OF BED OF ROSES - requests are still open, too! i'm also outlining a smaller roger x reader fic where she's one of the videographers on the news of the world documentary, so keep an eye out for that! i'm gonna open a permanent taglist for the requests (and eventual new fic), so if you want to be added, hit me up in the ask box/comments/inbox!

anyway i'll finally wrap up this chapter's note cause you have the final chapter to read. enjoy my loves

Words: nearly 4k

Warnings: none??? part of their dialogue is inspired by some of my favourite movies and books like her and the wife and almost famous and before sunrise and the fault in our stars and eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and maybe more I DONT KNOW ITS BEEN AN EMOTIONAL RIDE OK I CANT EVEN REMEMBER WHERE DID I PULL THIS FROM EXACTLY. some errors too cause i didnt revise it completely my bad im crying ok

ACT 3 - DAWN

"It's the moment night time seems weaker and everything seems easier to figure out"

Chapter 21

Roger lit a cigarette in the train cabin, and tried to open the top window, the one you can usually pull open.

"Rog, it's not gonna open, you know", you told him as you watched him fiddling with the glass.

"I guess you're right. Hope you won't be bothered by the smoke", he said, taking a puff.

"I won't if you share it with me", you answered, and with a half smile on his lips, Roger lifted the cigarette to your lips, and you breathed in the smoke while looking at him through your lashes.

"Don't look at me like that. Especially if the cigarette smoke is going to leave the cabin sultry and hot", he told you, and you laughed.

"Yeah, and we won't do anything about it", you said, trying to make yourself more comfortable in your seat.

"And why is that?", he asked, batting his lashes innocently at you, you you lightly elbowed his ribs.

"We need to do something else, something we've been ignoring the whole trip", you said, and he raised his brow. "We need to talk about us", you told him, and he breathed out, smoke coming out of his nose.

"I guess you're right again", he said, then slid a bit down on his seat.

You didn't think much about talking about your future with Roger while in Paris, so now has to be the time, on a train that will take you to London and to a whole month of Roger being away, promoting News Of The World.

While in Paris, you never talked to Roger about the future, and talks of the past where subtle - you talked about how you felt with the development Doctor Who took over the years, but didn't think much about the fact that you were separate during years of the show.

You enjoyed the city, but most of all, you enjoyed each other's presence, not only going to museums, churches and castles around you, following them up with fancy dinners and walks along the Seine, but you also spent time inside the room, in your pajamas, ordering take out from restaurants you found on the phone book, having a hard time trying to speak french as Roger tickled the sole of your feet and kept trying to distract you.

You would always remember the peace you felt as you ate cheap chinese food on Roger's shirt on the balcony at night, the Eiffel Tower shining over your meal and Roger's electric blue eyes as he hummed early David Bowie's songs under his breath, or how at home you felt sitting on the couch, Roger on the floor with his head on your lap, his soft strands on your fingers as you tried to braid them while watching re-runs of I Dream of Jenie, Roger focused, trying to understand the french dubbing until he noticed what you were doing.

"Babe, are you trying to braid my hair? Think I'd look better if I'd look more girly?", he said, moving his head back so he can look at you.

"Yeah. Always thought so, but I'll have to keep imagining, since your hair is too short to braid", you pouted, and he laughed.

"Don't you like my new hair, then?", he asked, pouting back, and you moved your head to his level so you could press a quick kiss to his lips.

"I love it, Rog. Especially cause since it's shorter, it looks even messier after I pull it", you said, and he smirked. "My favourite look of yours is when you're all dishevelled after sex", you winked, teasing him.

"That's my favourite, too", he said, turning completely around and pulling you in for a kiss, his hand on the back of your neck.

But now, while in the smoke filled train cabin, you needed to make a few things clear.

"I've been avoiding this for a reason", he said, looking out the window, and you raised your brow, waiting for him to explain. "I have this weird, innate fear of you telling me it's all good but you don't want to see me again, or something", he said, and you gave him a half smile.

"I don't want to do this, Rog. And I won't do it", you told him, and he sighed in relief.

"Even though loving you is a bit complicated, I'll admit. Especially if you're me", you shrugged, and he turned to you, confused.

"Let me explain. I loved your idea for a bed of roses, a few days ago, cause it can exemplify our relationship so well. The roses feel so good against the skin, the smell is so intoxicating, it looks so beautiful - maybe too beautiful, ethereal, even. But then there's always a few thorns here and there, and they hurt so much when they lodge themselves on my skin, but I'm so intoxicated by the whole experience that I don't mind - I convince myself that it's nothing, and even that it's already part of me already, cause the thorns fit so perfectly on me, on my little stabs made by myself, by my own insecurities", you say, and he stares at you.

"What I'm trying to say is that every minute that I'm with you always distract me from the issues that come with being with you - the fact that there's a few expectations that come with being your serious girlfriend, be them always travelling with you while we're young, or eventually staying home once we have kids, knowing that you'll eventually cheat on me with a younger version of myself, while I'm too tired of taking care of the babies to even think about my sexual needs", you said, and you watched him frown.

"I'm not sure where you're going with this-", he started saying, but you cut him off.

"Let me finish, I promise it will get better", you said, fixing your posture as you start again. "But the thing is, I love you. I always have, ever since I started talking to you, you always trying to outflirt me, always seeing me as your equal. You desire me, but you also listen and see me as another human being, you never back down or ignore me if I challenge one of your beliefs, and you never treat me as a trophy-wife-to-be", you say, and you can feel your eyes fill with tears, but you're smiling. That's what you always loved about Roger. He smiled back at you.

"And because I love you, I don't want to deny myself the pleasure of being with you. I'd rather be in a bed of roses than in an empty bed - or worse, a blank bed, someone being there just so it's less cold at night. I want to be with you, Rog", you say, and he pulls you in for a hug, and you hold him back for a few moments before pulling away and looking at him in the eye.

"But also because I love you and I want to be with you, Rog, I don't want us to try to fit into this type of relationship I just mentioned. I don't want you to make me the other woman, either, when you eventually find someone so you can settle down, if it's not me" you said, rubbing your nose. "I guess I want to settle down with you, eventually, as we planned before, but this whole thing - living together and cheating if we're away for too long - it kills me, and I think it kills you, too. I respect you too much to want to cheat on you again, cause if I ever do and you never find out, I'll lose respect for you, and the same thing will happen if you cheat on me and I don't find out. And these are ugly truths, but this isn't our first time together; we know each other, we need to think about this", you told him, and he nodded.

"And I need to make it clear that I'll never be a simple rockstar housewife - I'll never be able to quit my job and look out for the kids while you travel the world and I make them lunch. I'll never be able to sit down on a dinner table on some award show with you and when someone asks me what I'll do, I'll smile as I say I'm a king-maker. I'm not", you said, firmly.

"And I'll never be satisfied with dumb spa and shopping trips as you do the actual work when we travel. If I have to live this life, I'll resent you, and I don't want that. I like being domestic with you, but this type of forced domesticity will poison us again - we're both too wild, too career-focused, for this. We've always been similar", you said, and he gave you a smile as you sighed. "I guess that's all I have to say", you shrugged, and he laughed. "Not much, right?", he said, running his fingers on his hair, pulling the strands back.

"Guess it's my turn now", he said, and you nodded, encouraging him. "When I saw you again, at the pub, there was so much that I wanted to say. I mostly wanted to apologize - it got lost as I got infatuated with you again, and tried to get you in bed - you know, usual stuff", he winked, and you laughed.

"But yeah, I kept looking at you while you updated me on your life, your skin glooming under the stars and the moonlight, and I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. Cause no matter what - even if you had decided on never seeing me again after all this - I'll always love you, because we grew up together. And you helped make me who I am", he said, moving strands of your hair behind your ear.

"I just want you to know that there will always be a piece of you in me, always. Whatever someone you become, wherever you are in the world, however this" he said, pointing his finger to the two of us "works out, in whatever form it might take", he said, sighing "I'll always send you love. Before being anything else to me - and I hope to God you're always something more - you'll always be my friend, to the end", he told you, and the tears were already streaming down your cheeks. His cheeks soon mirrored yours.

"And now, after you so eloquently told me all your fears about our future, I need you to know something else, too", he said, as you wiped the tears under your eyes. "I always loved you for being the way you are. You always challenge me, you always make me work harder, try harder, to be better. And it's not even something you force me to do; I just follow your lead. The way you look was what first got into me, I won't lie, but the way you are is what made me stay. It's what will always make me stay", he said, a genuine smile on his lips. He made you feel warm, like the sun.

"You're the smartest person I know, you're funny, you enjoy sex, you're unapologetic, you're proud of who you are, even proud of your insecurities. And you have such a huge importance in my life: you made me who I am. Whatever way you want to make us work, I trust you. I just want to be with you, in whatever form it takes", he said, smiling, and then getting up and opening his bag.

"I forgot to give you something", he said, pulling a string out of the front pocket. You recognized the red glimmer. It was the heart necklace. "It's still yours to keep. Even though it's not in its original glory, it will always be yours. The necklace and my heart", he said, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Always so cheesy, Taylor", you said, joking as you moved your hair to the side so he could put the necklace on.

"You always loved it", he winked, and you laughed. "I do", you said, smiling.

"So, what does it all mean? Where are we?", you asked, and he shrugged. "Wherever you want us to be. I just hope that you keep me around", he told you sincerely.

"I will. So, we're not going back to our old ways, right? We're not back at sharing a flat and stuff", you said, and he nodded. "Sure".

"And you're going to spend a month away, all around the world. I don't want you to feel pressured not to cheat", you said, and he nodded again.

"Yeah, and you're back in London, starting a new job. I don't want you to be worried, too", he said.

"So, maybe no exclusivity, this time? At least not now. This is still debatable, in the future", you said, and he agreed.

"Makes sense. But I'll have a hard time desiring anyone but you", Roger said in a low voice, and you laughed to break any mood that might have settled. You needed to get things clear before making out in the train cabin.

"Me too, Rog. But I don't want to create any expectations of loyalty because we know each other too well, and I don't want a stupid fight to break this thing we're building together", you said.

"It's a good idea. So, no titles, too? I can't call you my girlfriend?", he said, and you laughed.

"You can, if you want to", you told him, and he pulled you closer to him.

"Good, cause I want to call you that on the News of the World launch party, that I'm hoping you'll go as my date", he said, pressing a kiss on top of your head, breathing in your fruity smell.

"Of course I'll go. I need to see the boys again", you told him, and he laughed.

"So you're not going for me, then?", he pouted, and you laughed again.

"No, I'm just going so I can meet Deacy's kid", you told him, and it was his turn to laugh.

Once you got to London, Roger offered to go to the airport alone - he had to get on his flight, and he was late. He knew you had to go home and get ready for work tomorrow, but you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

He looked relieved when you got on a cab with him to Heathrow.

"Big day tomorrow, huh", he said, rubbing your arm.

"Yeah, I still can't believe I'm finally going to work at the British Museum. It's so surreal, it feels like a dream. Like I'm living someone else's life", you said, looking out at the window, the early sunday morning reminding you of fresh starts - you were in the middle of one.

"Well, it's your life, and it's your job, cause you deserve it, babe. I never met someone who worked so hard to get where they want", Roger said, smiling, proud.

"I did. You and the boys", you said, and he huffed. "Guess you're right. Me and that pack of idiots, we turned out okay", he joked.

Once you got to the airport, you followed him to his gate.

You were feeling nervous - you had him for a week, and now it's time to say goodbye again.

You're both aware that the rest of the band is already waiting impatiently in the jet, but you can't help it - you hug him, dropping your luggage on the floor, and he does the same, the hug soon turning into a kiss as you rub your hands on each other's body, as if you're trying to remember how every inch of the other feels like, as if you're both about to disappear.

But the airport worker clears her throat, and you break the kiss, looking at each other longingly.

"Don't say goodbye", you beg Roger, putting your hand on his lips as he opens his mouth.

"See you soon", he says between your fingers. You smile at him, grateful he found a way with words so you're not repeating the same old goodbyes.

"See you soon, Roger", you say, hugging him again for a few seconds, just trying to capture every detail - his smell, the feeling of his arms around you, his body against yours.

And once he has to go into the jet, you go to the glass wall, and you can swear you see some familiar faces from the windows of the jet.

But before you can focus, soon Roger's well known face takes over the window you're watching, and he puts a hand on the glass.

You can't help but think about the last time you did that with him, him being on your place as you were inside the plane, moving to another country, your heart weighing down on you, filled with doubts.

But now your heart warmed you up, filled with joy and love, and you could feel Roger's crystal heart on top of your chest. He was right. There would be always a piece of him on you, too.

Epilogue: News of the World Launch Party

"Y/N! You're back!" Brian's voice welcomed you to the ballroom.

You squeezed Roger's hand - it was the first time you saw the band in years, and you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about it.

"Darling, you're really back! We thought Roger was getting high too often and hallucinated a week in Paris with you. But I guess you did come back to him", Freddie said, hugging you by the side as he held a glass of champagne on his other hand.

"I'm back with him only so I can see you all again, of course", you said, winking at Roger as he pretended to be offended.

But then you heard Deacy and Veronica scream your name in unison, and you turned to see them.

"So you're really back!!" Deacy said, but your eyes were on the baby boy on his lap.

"This is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.", you said, trying to get his attention. Roger looked at you, adoringly, as you moved your eyes to Veronica.

"Ronnie!! You're so big!" you said, trying to hug her through her belly. "It's coming out in a few months! It's a boy, Michael. Someone our young Rob can play with", she said, and Roger frowned.

"I could swear it was a girl", he said, and John smiled. "Maybe next time", he said.

"Hey, Bob. Do you want to play with me? C'mon", you said, and he motioned to go to your arms. You picked him up as he started playing with your hair.

"You'd be a good mom, Y/N", Veronica said, and you got tense. "God, Ronnie, don't even joke about this", you said, and Roger chuckled. "It's a sensitive topic at the moment", he explained.

"The moment will take quite some time, you know", you told him, the youngest Deacon pulling your earring before playing with the crystal heart on your neck.

You talked to the boys and Veronica for a while, updating each other, but no one brought up how you and Roger got back together. It just felt natural - no need to question.

You stayed with Roger for the whole night - behind the cameras as he did press, by his side during dinner - where he was back at his old ways, teasing you lightly with his hand under the table. You felt good in his arms, getting back into his life.

He was interested in getting back into your life, too. He came back to London last night, and went straight to dinner with you. You were trying different food, and now was time to try Indian food.

As he ate his Chicken Tikka Masala, dipping the naan in the sauce, you invited him for a party your bosses would be throwing next month to celebrate a new exhibit.

He gave you a bright smile. "I'd love to be your date, my love", he said.

And after the Deacons went home - Robert was asleep on his father's lap - the party got louder, the dance floor more full. You could swear you saw an angular face that could only belong to Bowie pick someone to dance - was this Princess Leia? - but before you could process the whole situation, Roger pulled you to dance.

"Thought you didn't dance, Mr Taylor", you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to slow dance to All The Young Dudes, by Mott The Hoople.

"I don't dance very well, indeed. But it's just an excuse to be so close to you in public, and God, I'm dying to call you Ms Taylor", he said, and you chuckled.

"Take it slower, Rog", you told him, and he leaned in to rest his head on the curve of your neck. "And why do you want to be close to me in public? Is it still one of your weird fetishes?", you joked, and you felt him laugh against your skin.

"No, it's just that you've been killing me with this dress of yours, and you've been killing a lot of the guys here, too. Could swear I saw Bowie checking you out", he told you, and you gasped.

"Taylor, don't even joke about this. I'd have a heart attack", you said, and he laughed. "You'd leave me here for Bowie, is that it?", he asked, and you laughed.

"Of course not. I just have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he might acknowledge my existence", you said, and it was his turn to laugh. "The only eyes I really like to feel on me when I look away are yours, Rog", you said, and he gave you a quick kiss.

"Okay, had enough of trying to dance. Let's get some fresh air", he told you, and you followed him to the balcony.

As the cold, fresh air brushed against your exposed skin, you heard the first notes to Tiny Dancer, by Elton John. You walked to the balcony, leaning in and taking in the view of London at night.

Roger soon took you into his arms, hugging you from behind, and you felt safe, his body heart making you warm in the cold evening as he jokingly whispered "Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man" into your ear, and you scoffed. "Slower, Taylor", you told him, and he laughed.

"However you want it, babe", he said, now paying attention to the view, focusing on the feeling on you in his arms again. Finally.

But oh how it feels so real

Lying here with no one near

Only you and you can hear me

When I say softly, slowly

"I could die right now, Y/N. I'm just... happy. I've never felt this type of happiness before. I'm just exactly where I want to be", Roger said in his husky voice, and you nodded lightly in agreement.

Because in Roger's arms, you feel home. You feel what you hoped to feel for years - what got you to move to London in the first place. You feel like you belong.

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past3lw1ngs · 5 years

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Roger Taylor X Female Reader: Love Of My Life

Disclaimer: This one shot was just for fun! It was also a request so don’t take it too serious, just enjoy this piece of cake. Let me know what you guys think <3 Also you can imagine either Borhap Roger or The real Roger hehe

You were so excited as soon as you got a call from Roger. He said he was coming over to show you something, and you decided to make some food for you guys to enjoy while you both hang out. It was usually on fridays you both would hang out, watch a movie and eat. You and Roger had been friends for a while now, and although you saw him in a different light, he was already taken. Of course it bothered you for a while, but to keep your friendship intact you tried to get used to the idea of him being in a relationship. You never had the guts to tell him yourself that you liked him as in more of a friend, even scared that it would scar your friendship.

You hurriedly ran to the kitchen where the beeper for the oven was going off, and put on mittens to take out the hot, delicious lasagna you made for tonight. You gently place it on the stove for it to cool down a bit. The doorbell suddenly rang and you couldn’t contain the giant grin that was plastered on your lips as you walked towards the door to open it. Your eyes met the most beautiful blue eyes anyone has seen, and he greeted you with the exact same energy you did. He seemed rather excited and nervous at the same time.

“Come in,” you motioned for him to step inside your flat. He made his way inside as you closed the door and turned to face him. You took this time to acknowledge his outfit. He was wearing a suit which only brought confusion to what was happening.

“Are we going somewhere fancy?” you asked raising an eyebrow and slowly crossing your arms.

“No, no, but I do have something you need to see,” his eyes infiltrated anxiousness. Your eyes watched him curiously as his hand dipped into the pocket of his blazer to search for something. His eyes lightened up as he got a hold of the item he awaits to show you. Pulling it out your eyes immediately fell on the small black velvet box that he presented to you. The excited smile that you once had slowly faded as you realized what it was.

“Oh,” was all that you could muster out of your mouth. You felt yourself go weak in the knees. Is he going to do what you think he is? He slowly opened it and displayed it on his hand and looked at you for any reaction.

“So, what do you think?” he asked curious of your thoughts.

“It’s beautiful, Roger,” you admitted. It certainly was beautiful. You hated the fact that this small ring was the cause of your heart breaking. You wanted to just drop to the ground and cry there, but you had to be strong and show him a warm smile for him.

“I’m going to propose to Domonique tonight,” he finally let it out, and his once scared expression broke into a big grin. If you thought that him showing you the ring was bad enough, then this took the cake.

“Oh, tonight?” you asked as you quickly glanced towards the lasagna that laid on the stove. You felt like an idiot, and hoped he didn’t see how you had set up the table and even made dinner already.

“Yeah, I actually better get going now. I made reservations at this top restaurant downtown,” he checked his watch and begin to make his way towards the door. He stopped in front of you and wrapped his arms around your small frame.

“Wish me luck and thanks for letting me show you this,” Roger’s voice was almost a whisper. You felt tears welling in the corner of your eyes, but suppressed it as he had let you go and gave you a glance before he opened the door.

“Good luck, tonight will be special for both of you,” You said sincerely. Although you hadn’t gotten used to the idea of him having a girlfriend, there was no doubt that you wanted him to be happy. He looked happy, and that was the only reason you still had a bit of happiness left in you. However, you didn’t know how you were going to manage now that he was going to be engaged and soon to be married.

The whole night was just spent with you in the living room, drinking an already opened bottle of wine thinking of what you should do. You wanted him in your life, but at the same time you don’t. In order for you to move on, you had to leave him behind. Otherwise, you’ll be stuck in love with a guy who would never look at you.

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It had been a few months after Roger had proposed to his girlfriend Dominique, and things were proceeding quickly. The wedding was just a week away, and here you were with the invitation in your hand debating on when you should tell Roger that you wouldn’t be able to attend his wedding. You had invited him over to your flat today and you planned on telling him, but part of you just wanted to spend the day with him, at least for the last time. You didn’t want to just suddenly tell him such news, but then again it would be worse the day before or of.

“I have to tell him today,” You mentally told yourself. Sadness overflowed your emotions, and you felt like you wanted to cry, but you held it in for Roger would soon be here. You weren’t surprised to hear the doorbell ring a few seconds after you had just made your decision. You hesitantly got up from your couch and walked over to the door that was by the kitchen. You stood in front of the door blankly staring at it. You felt a lump in your throat, but swallowed your pride and opened the door. Again, you were met by his mesmerizing ocean eyes. The same ones that made you fall in love for the first time. A wave of nostalgia hit you real hard. It was as if all of the memories you had together with him suddenly came into your mind in a flash.

“Hey,” his raspy voice brought you back to reality.

“Hey,” You warmly smiled at him as he made his way inside your flat. He was dressed in a casual outfit this time compared to the last. He wore a simple white buttoned up shirt, and black jeans, with some classic adidas.

“So, I brought your favorite food of all time, chicken and a bottle of wine, the one you love,” he cheerfully set the bags down, that you seemed to not have noticed, onto the counter. Your heart fell out of your chest. The fact that days like this won’t ever happen again destroyed your whole mood. It was now or never.

“I can’t attend your wedding, Roger,” You blurt out without even considering the moment. The grin that Roger presented to you since he entered the room slowly faded into a frown, and mostly confusion.

“What?” he tilted his head trying to process the words that had just come out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Roger. I can’t attend your wedding.” you repeated yourself, and frankly it was even more hard than the first time.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? Of course you can..what is this all about?” he suddenly drew closer to you, a light smile peeking through his thin lips. He became anxious by your silence, which only made him get even closer, his hands on each side of your shoulders. His eyes stared down at you, but you couldn’t even look at him. You felt ashamed of your feelings for him, you felt ashamed that you had to do this in order for you to move on. Without any words spoken you knew he wanted you to look at him, but as much as you resisted your eyes met his. You could see the desperation in his eyes, he wanted answers.

“I just can’t, Roger okay? I think it’s better if we just go our own ways from now on,” You raised your tone and pushed his hands away from your skin. He lightly flinched at the sudden change in tone and actions from you. You were never one to speak like this, especially to him. His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes demonstrating the pain you abruptly caused him. At this point you knew he wasn’t going to keep asking, all he would do is just let it be and leave. That’s exactly what he did. He took no time and walked out of your flat, slamming the door in the process. This was it. Roger was finally out of your life. The tears that threatened to slip out before were certainly now streaming down your face. You slowly brought yourself down to the floor and hugged your knees. It was the only way you can cry your heart out, as you screams are being muffled from the small close space.

Like that, you didn’t hear a single thing about roger for the past days. The members had tried to contact you, but you would just ignore the calls, the doorbells, anything that had to do with Roger. In your head you presumed to feel fine after a few days, but you cursed at yourself for your idiotic thoughts. It was now the day of the wedding, and although you tried to distract yourself from it by cleaning, washing clothes, reading books, anything really. It didn’t work. You were suppose to be that friend who would be there for their best friends wedding. There you went again, spacing out and thinking about him again. Your eyes bored into the pages of the book you held in front of you. This was useless. You closed the book and placed it beside you looking around your lonely apartment.

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Roger walked back and forth the small white room in his uncomfortable suit. He felt as if his heart was about to explode. He was nervous to no end, and although the whole band was inside with him, none seemed to help at all. Brian was sitting on the couch that was conveniently placed in the center of the room, playing some tunes in his guitar. John, and Freddie were sitting beside each other talking about some things in a magazine.

“You guys are so fucking useless, remind me why I even invited you in here,” Roger turned to them anger filling his eyes.

“Um, because we are Queen,” Freddie responded with sass, and gave Roger a ‘what kind of question is that’ face. Roger clenched a fist as he turned away from them, running a hand through his hair.

“So, you really are going to go through this wedding knowing damn well how Y/N feels about you?” Freddie questioned. Roger’s heart suddenly stop, or was it his hearing?

“What?!” Roger turned to face Freddie who seemed awfully calm reading his magazine.

“Roger, keep up darling you can’t be losing concentration here. You’re getting married for god’s sake,” Freddie responded as he dramatically flipped a page, quickly giving Roger a glance.

“I hope you’re joking,” the blonde warned.

“Oh, darling. Of course I am,” Freddie jokes, as he watches Roger let out a sigh of relief. “Just kidding, dear. The girl is madly in love with you, and you are just as oblivious as ever,”.

It felt like a slap in the face.

“Freddie, stop it,”.

“Stop what? Ask Bri and deacy here, they know the whole tea,”.

Roger’s eyes gaze towards Brian and John who simply just shrugged, making Roger scoff at the situation.

“Well, how come nobody told me about this?” Roger asked his tone becoming filled with anger.

“You tend to think more with your dick, Roger,” John responded nonchalantly.

How pleasant it is to find out such thing right at the time of his wedding. Storming out the room, he tried to figure out what to do. He felt conflicted all of a sudden and this wasn’t supposed to be happening if you are about to marry “the love of your life”. Right now all he knew was that he needed some fresh air and time to think about things.

You were in your living room watching Mash while you drank some of the wine that Roger had brought a few days ago. You looked outside the window and noticed it was becoming dark. The doorbell rang through your apartment, and at first you didn’t want to go open because it might just be one of the queen members. However, you realized that by now they would all be at the reception of Roger’s wedding. You placed the glass of wine on the small little coffee table that laid in front of you and pulled the covers off you to go and answer the door. Opening the door you would have hoped to find one of your girl friends, or somebody else, but to your surprise it was Roger. He stood at your door all dressed up in his suit and tie. He looked awfully good and classy.

“Roger….,” you quirked an eyebrow.

“What are you doing here?” You asked stepping outside of your apartment lightly closing the door behind you.

“I came to apologize to you,” he began, his eyes glued to you. He slowly made his way to you.

“I was an asshole and so blind to your feelings. I really didn’t know that you loved me in that way,” he towered over you, his gaze falling down. You looked up to him in surprise. How did he know? “If I would have known about your feelings, I would have done something about mine,” he added.

Your mouth went agape and stared into his beautiful eyes. Was he confessing to you?

“Roger,” you backed away from him.

“You can’t do this. You are a married man now,” You tried to bring some sense to him.

“I didn’t get married,” he admitted. “I couldn’t. I thought I had done so well to conceal and eliminate my feelings for you that I even wanted to get married, but it didn’t work. Knowing you felt the same I did, made all of my feelings resurface in a way I never thought it would.”

Shocked as ever you couldn’t say anything. How could he have not told you if he loved you too?

“I was so scared to tell you that I loved you more than a friend. I didn’t want to lose you. I wanted to keep you by my side even if it meant that I would constantly be reminded of the feelings I had for you,” he got a hold of your arms again before you would even think of escaping his touch.

“Roger..,” his name slipped out of your lips smoothly, a bit of sweetness added to it. He leaned forwards and connected his lips to yours. At first it was a small innocent kiss, but it slowly began to turn messy, and passionate as he backed you up into your apartment door. His body pressed onto yours wanting to feel as close to you as possible. Your hands made their way up his body onto his fluffy hair to which you entangled your fingers with.

“The bride-to-not-be took it awfully hard, so don’t be surprised if you find your car completely destroyed by tomorrow, darling,” the voice tore the two of you apart as you looked over to the side and saw Freddie, John, and Brian coming your way.

“They didn’t even give us cake. What a waste,” Brian crossed his arms in disappointment.

“And who’s to blame for that?” John questioned raising his eyebrows as he looked over to Roger.

“No need to worry, my love. I got a bottle to finally celebrate you and Roger here who finally had a brain to come and confess. Which by the way if it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t be here,” Freddie made sassy gestures as he took out a bottle from underneath this furry coat.

“Oh, thanks,” You took the bottle in your hands and noticed a small little tag wrapped around it that said ‘Mr. and Ms. Taylor’.

#roger taylor #ben hardy #bohemian rhapsody #queen #freddy mercury #john deacon #brian may #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #Rami Malek #roger taylor imagines #queen fanfiction #queen fluff #roger taylor fluff #roger taylor one shot #another one bites the dust #body language #borhap

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itsametaphorbriansblog · 5 years

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Tea time

Okey. So i have this idea, of a sort of series (one shots in the same universe but with little to none correlation) being ben hardy x reader and platonic!Queen x reader, platonic!BoRhap Boys x reader

I think it has potential.

However idk if anyone would want to read it, and since this would be my first fic ever, and not in my first language, I'm a little bit scare.

Any recommendations?? Would you read it???

P.s. I'm going to open requests so I can actually gain some practice for a masterpiece I have in mind 😏😏

#roger taylor #queen #brian may #freddie mercury #john deacon #ben hardy #borhap #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #rami malek #lucy boynton #ben hardy x reader

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lefandomimagines · 5 years

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take care | boh rhap! brian may x reader

Pairing: Boh Rhap!Brian May x Reader

Word Count: 1835

Request: Could I please please please request a BoRhap x reader fic that’s super angsty and fluffy at the end? Maybe the reader is dating one of the boys and they’re mad at her for seeming distant so she tries to be there 24/7 but ends up passing out in the studio and then they feel bad? Basically just all of the angst and the all of the fluff.

Warning: mentions of fainting/hospitals

A/N: Thank you so much for all of your love & kind feedback for my last Boh Rhap Fic & first post back after a long while, it means a lot 💖 Please keep the requests coming!

The past month or so had been a pretty intense time for both queen and yours and Brian’s relationship. The band was under a great deal of pressure from both the label and their fans to release new music and fast. This meant that most of the time you spent with Brian was also spent with Freddie, John and Roger along with dozens of other employees of the studio where you worked. Not only had the huge workload increase put a strain on your relationship, but it had put quite the strain on your own health. Your boss, who was known for being quite overbearing, was pretty much constantly down your neck to get things done in inhuman amounts of time; it didn’t help that half of your colleagues were constantly slacking off and leaving the bulk of the work to you. That was all on top of your ridiculous flatmates being absolute nightmares with not cleaning up literally ever or not covering their side of the bills. You hated to be a burden on anybody though, so allowed it all to just bottle up and be shoved to the back of your mind in the hopes that it would all just go away eventually.

“Y/N...Y/N!” Brian’s voice suddenly broke you out of your daze, you took in a sharp intake of breath, leaping into action.

“Sorry.” You apologised, rubbing your eyes with your hands in an attempt to make yourself a little more alert “Let’s go again from the second verse.”

You let out a heavy sigh as you pressed the record switch, jumping a little as the loud instruments suddenly kicked in.

Brian’s brows furrowed slightly as he looked up at you in the booth, sat in a total daze.

As you sorted the final touches to the track they had been working on that day, Brian made his way into the small booth you spent many hours of your life holed up in.

“Hey, Y/N. We’re going out for drinks tonight to celebrate Miami signing on as our manager. You in?” Brian spoke hopefully as you rushed around the booth gathering your things together.

“I’d love to Bri, but tonight isn’t really the best time.” You replied sadly with a sigh; you wanted more than anything to join them all, but your boss had decided it would be a great idea to put you on a double shift so you were stuck working through the whole night with some student band wanting to be the next Queen.

“You said that last time...and about seven times before that. I feel like I barely see you anymore” Brian sighed in defeat.

“I know Bri, i’m sorry, I just can’t right now.”

With that closing statement, you scooped up all of your possessions into your backpack, standing up on your tip-toes to give Brian a quick kiss on the cheek as you walked past to exit the booth.

That night had been absolutely torture for you, after being in the studio with Queen from 9am-7pm you ended up with the student band from 9pm till 3am meaning you didn’t make it home until gone four in the morning. Brian’s statement about the distance between the two of you had been playing around in your head all night; of course you felt awful that you had to do it to him, but your job was your lifeline and you couldn’t put that at risk, sometimes he did tend to forget that you were just a regular person, not a worldwide famous rockstar absolutely rolling in cash. You had another studio session with the lads at 9am the following morning, so you tried to make an effort to wake up a little earlier to run down to the coffee shop by the recording studio. Of course you had to grab yourself a triple espresso or you’d never make it even to the afternoon running on three hours of sleep (which wasn’t exactly a rarity these days); but you made sure to grab Brian’s favourite coffee and a slice of his favourite cake which he would constantly rave about to no end.

You made it to the studio for ten to nine, setting down your things in the booth only moments before John arrived with an unsurprisingly hungover Roger, that man really did not understand the meaning of ‘just a couple of drinks’. Brian arrived not long after looking pretty glum, a slightly shocked look on his face as he noticed the coffee and cake sitting on the drum stand by his guitar.

“Just a little token of my love.” You smiled, a weight lifting off of your shoulders as a smile broke out on Brian’s lips as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I mentioned this cake like once in front of you, how did you remember?” He chuckled

“Bri, you talk about it literally everyday. You actually never shut up about it.” You laughed in response, both John and Roger shouting in agreement with you.

Your conversation was cut short by Freddie bursting through the door at quarter past nine.

“Punctual as ever Mr Mercury.” You called out on your way into your booth, earning you a round of chuckles from Brian, John and Roger.

“Looking awake and chirpy as ever.” Freddie shot back with a knowing look. He had certainly noticed the amount of makeup you caked over your dark circles every day, how your hands shook more violently than an earthquake because you were practically living off of espressos and how you constantly zoned out of what was going on.

Taking a sharp intake of breath, you pressed down on the microphone button “Okay guys, Another One Bites The Dust from the beginning for me.”

By the time lunch came around it felt as if there were a literal ten story building on your shoulders and weights on your eyelids. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep up the perky, happy go lucky act, bouncing around with Freddie as he sang and generally having a laugh with everyone.

“You seem a lot different today.” Brian commented with a smile, wrapping his arms around your body from behind you.

“Only the best for my favourite guy.” You spoke softly with a sad sort of smile that Brian was completely clueless to. “So, drinks tonight? First round is on me.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Roger called out, far too enthusiastically as he rushed to gather his things with Freddie hot on his heels and John just chuckling half in disappointment half in amusement. Honestly, you would need a miracle to make it through the night with the state you were currently in.

Everyone eventually finished gathering their things and after a quick change of clothes (barr Freddie because he was always runway ready) you were all ready to head off.

“One sec guys, I just need to grab my apartment ke-” You turned to reach out for your key on the table beside you as the world suddenly began to spin, your boyfriend and three friends soon becoming colourful blurs. The last thing you heard was Brian calling out your name as you stumbled for a moment before everything went entirely black, Brian only just managing to catch you in his arms before you could hit the ground.

Quite a few hours had passed before you eventually came to, you could feel a light pressure on your right hand before you fully awoke. As your eyes eventually fluttered open, you noticed that the pressure you felt was Brian holding onto your hand as if you were about to fly off, a deep look of concern his face. His face was honestly whiter than the walls of the hospital room you found yourself in.

“Y/N, thank heavens.” Brian sighed in relief, squeezing your hand lightly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“How on Earth did I get here?” You questioned, your voice hoarse.

“We were in the studio about to go out when you just started stumbling everywhere and hit the ground. The doctor said it was from exhaustion, that you’re seriously dehydrated and malnourished. What’s been going on?” He spoke, concern lacing his tone.

You sighed heavily, playing with the blanket that lay over your body as you attempted to form an answer.

“Things have just been really tough lately. My boss is constantly down my neck to get things done in impossible timeframes, i’m stuck working with a team that but about 20% effort in so i’m having to run around after them too and my flatmate is being an absolute nightmare with her side of the bills so I’ve been working the night shift too every night for the last three weeks. I guess all thought of self care kind of drifted from my mind.” You replied, a look on your face similar to that of a young child getting a scolding from their mother.

As you looked up at Brain, your heart broke at the look of sadness and guilt on his face, tears pooling in his eyes.

“Y/N, i’m so sorry. It’s all my fault you’re here now, I pushed you too far, I was selfish and an idiot, not realising what you’re going through right now.” He spoke rushingly, running his free hand through his curly mop.

“Bri-no, please don’t feel guilty this isn’t in any way your fault. It’s only mine, I should’ve said something when things started to pile up on me, you shouldn’t have to be running around after me to make sure i’m okay twenty four seven.”

“But that’s what good boyfriends do, I’m meant to take care of you and help you when things aren’t going to plan.”

“And you do Bri, you do so many incredible things for me and I genuinely cannot think of anyone else I would rather be with in this entire world than you.”

A smile soon broke through the look of sadness on Brian’s face as you spoke.

“Just please promise me Y/N, remember to take care of yourself and come find me whenever anything starts to get too much. I don’t care whether its two in the morning or if I’m in the middle of a song on stage, if you’ve got a problem, please come find me.” He spoke softly, placing his other hand on top of your joined hands.

“And as for your ridiculous flatmate.” Brian began to speak as his hand fumbled around in his pocket, pulling out a shiny gold key, your brows furrowing in confusion as he placed it on your lap. “Come live with me, i’ve been meaning to ask you for ages but I could never work out the right time. But like they say, there’s no better time than the present. So?”

“I promise Bri.” You smiled

A huge smile flooded across your lips as you picked up the key “I would love nothing more.”

#brian may imagine #bohemian rhapsody imagine #boh rhap imagine #brian may x reader #roger taylor imagine #freddie mercury imagine #john deacon imagine #queen imagine #fandom imagine #lefandomimagines

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 5 years

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Hey I saw your ships are open again. I wanted to ask I f you could make me one for Queen and the boharp cast? I am 5’0 black curly locks that go to my mid back, green eyes pale skin and I have lots of earrings and piercings in my ear. I love to play the guitar, singing, listening to music and watching tv shows and movies. I am quite the sassy person, also sarcastic at times but I am also a very good listener and I love to smile and just goof around. Well yeah that’s it I suppose.

Hello!!! Hi sorry this took so long but im HERE NOW gosh i had so many requests before this and i already knew who i wanted to ship you with from the moment I saw this ahhhh

Anyways here goes (it’s all below the cut hehe i dont wanna clog anyones dash)

For BoRhap, I 100% ship you with Joe Mazzello!

Joe is the perfect match for you, just because he can keep up with your wit and humor so well! He loves how sassy and sarcastic you are, and his energy fuels your sharp tongue and goofy sense of humor.

He loves goofing off more than anything (see above gif), so he’s always trying to embarrass you in public, but you just end up outdoing him anyways.

“Hey, babe, look!” he’d yell almost tauntingly, daring you to look up at him from your phone as you tried to post your picture with Lucy. When you’d look up, he’d be break-dancing rather terribly to the music playing, Ben cheering him on and recording it while simultaneously trying to not die from laughter.

But you wouldn’t be embarrassed - in fact, you’d go in and show him up, stepping between him and Ben’s phone so that you were the main focus instead. He’d try to have a dance battle with you, but would quickly give up once he realized that you were a superior dancer/master at silliness.

Ben’s video would end with Joe picking you up, pretending to be mad and storming off with you as you squealed and laughed in his arms, begging Lucy or Ben, or really anyone to help you.

Speaking of helping, you love helping him catch up on TV shows and movies once he’s been away for a while. Filming takes up a lot of his life once he’s got a job, so he misses out on a lot of good movies and shows when he’s away, which prompted you to start keeping lists of everything he needs to watch once he returns from whatever he’s working on.

He loves this. A lot.

What else does he love? You in baseball caps. Whether or not you like baseball, Joe is a big baseball guy, so seeing you in a baseball cap, seated next to him in Yankee or Dodger Stadium? That’s heaven to him.

He sneaks cute little pictures of you during the game, too. A lot of them. He won’t stop until you’re grinning and trying to take his phone, and even then, he’ll sneak a few more.

They’re his favorite pictures of you - but he doesn’t post them on social media, preferring to keep them for himself. While Joe Mazzello is no stranger to social media, he feels oddly protective about his pictures of you. He instead saves them for himself, then looks back on them all the time when he’s been away from you for a while.

While we’re on the topic of being away for a while, Joe also has a tendency to ask you for videos of you singing/playing the guitar when he’s been away. Your favorite time was when he was working on BoRhap.

“Just one!” he’d begged, his voice pleading with you over the phone to send him a video of you playing a song, any song. He didn’t even care if it was Wonderwall, or some other overplayed song. “I just want to hear your voice, babe.”

“You are hearing my voice, right now,” you’d giggle, and Joe would groan melodramatically at your cheeky way of turning it around on him. “Alright, alright, give me a minute,” you’d finally assented, Joe cheering on the other side of the phone as you grinned, shaking your head.

Once you’d sent the video, it was a moment before you’d heard back from him, but he also sent a video in response. Clicking on it, you were immediately greeted with the loud sound of him practically yelling in excitement, his face taking up the screen as he situated the phone in his hand so it was easier to hold.

“You’re a natural!” he’d yelled, and then he’d received a small flick on the ear from an unknown person, who turned out to be Ben once you’d heard his voice admonishing Joe for being so loud while they were filming.

The camera had then turned to Ben, who’d waved and blew a kiss once he realized he was being recorded.

Joe quickly took the phone back, focusing it on his face again with a faux stern look. “Don’t catch that kiss, babe. Let it fly. Okay, wait, catch this one. I love you. Bye!” He’d then blown you a kiss himself, and the video cut off as you’d seen Ben’s hand come into the frame, grabbing the ‘kiss’ and laughing as Joe yelled in protest.

When it comes to looks, Joe is absolutely obsessed with you. The first time he’d went on a date with you, he’d accidentally admitted that he first noticed you because of your hair and eyes.

“It was just so striking, I had to get to know you,” he’d said, almost blushing as he recalled the first time he’d met you. You were both at a mutual friend’s party in NYC, and he’d actually gone above and beyond to come talk to you - meaning he nearly tripped over a rug on his way over.

But he thought you hadn’t noticed, so he wouldn’t tell you that, and you’d never admit that you actually had seen his stumble. You thought his clumsiness was endearing, and it’s the reason you’d entertained his attention in the first place.

“What do you mean by that?” you’d asked, hiding your pleased smile behind your glass of wine as you watched him over the rim.

“I mean, look at you,” he chuckled, gesturing to you and smiling widely. His eyes, which were always so animated, looked positively enchanted as he looked over you for a second. “You’re beautiful, how could I not be blown away when I saw you? That curly black hair...“ he’d trailed off, dramatically clutching at his chest as he feigned breathlessness.

That had provoked a delighted giggle out of you, and he’d grinned goofily as he also took a drink of his wine, chuckling at himself.

And that’s how you spend most of your time together. Laughing, because nothing is better for the two of you than the feeling of making each other laugh.

Plus, Joe is damn funny, and so are you. Win-win.

For Queen, I ship you with.... drumroll please.... crickets.... Brian May!

My reasoning? Well, Brian is a bit more reserved than you, and it took him a minute to warm up to you in the beginning. Your sense of humor was a bit more advanced than his was, and he could hardly keep up with your banter, which got him flustered.

“Brian, can you help us out here a bit? You’ve been tuning Red for a fucking hour now, I think it’s good,” Roger had complained, you and him struggling to figure something out on one of the amps in the studio since John had stepped out.

Brian had shrugged, setting Red aside and joining you two in your pondering of what the hell was going wrong. Brian almost jumped when you spoke, it was so quiet between the three of you.

“She, Rog,” you’d chastised, giving Brian a knowing look. But Brian had no idea what the hell you were talking about, and he cocked his head to the side as he looked at you curiously. “It’s a she.”

“What’s a she?” Brian had asked, completely forgetting about what Roger had just said moments ago. “The amp?”

“No, silly, Red,” you’d laughed, making Brian blush lightly as he felt like an idiot once he remembered Red, sitting back on the couch. “I reckon Red is a she, just like boats are shes. I call my guitar a she. You’ve got to treat your women right, Rog.”

“Um, yeah,” Brian stuttered out, almost confused by what was taking place. He wasn’t quite on your level, but that was okay, because Roger wasn’t either.

“What are you on about?” Roger had asked, shaking his head and not really wanting an answer.

But he got one anyways.

“Oh, I guess you wouldn’t know about that, would you? Treating women with care?” you’d taunted. Brian snorted and covered his mouth as Roger had protested weakly, but from then on, Brian began to appreciate your quick comebacks and seemingly unending stream of jokes.

On the other hand, he really loves that you can sit back and listen to his rants when he needed to vent. Brian is an emotional type of man, but he’s not great at expressing his frustrations in the heat of the moment, which makes him even more frustrated with himself and leads to the bottling up of his feelings until his breaking point.

The night he’d realized he’d fancied you, he was at one of those breaking points. You were both hanging around the van, the other boys still fooling around at the pub after the gig. Brian had left early, annoyed by a spat with Roger earlier that hadn’t been resolved due to poor communication. You were already on the van, sleeping in the backseat up against the opposite window when he’d climbed in.

“Oh, sorry, love, did I wake you? Shit,” he’d muttered, sitting seat across the row of seats from you when you sat up halfway to rub your eyes, still drowsy and bleary with sleep. It was awkwardly cramped in the back, and his knees were almost up to his chest as he sat there, not sure how to position himself. You remained draped across the seat, your feet resting just next to his side

“No, no, it’s alright,” you’d murmured, stretching before looking over at him and finding that he looked a bit annoyed. “You alright?” you’d asked, turning on your side and patting the seat in front of you, offering a more comfortable spot for him.

He’d obliged, laying down in front of you and letting you be the big spoon as he sighed. “I’m just pissed off, Roger doesn’t understand what I’m trying to say half of the time...”

And from there, he’d ranted for at least an hour, barely pausing to hear your input before going on. You’d listened the entire time, nodding and playing with his hair as you did so. And when he’d run out of words to say, he finally noticed that you were braiding his hair, still attentively waiting for him to speak.

“I’m sorry if I bored you,” he’d almost cringed, biting his lip as he turned on his side so he was looking up at you. You laughed softly, readjusting so that you were comfortable laying on your side next to him, and you’d dropped the braid as you’d propped your head up on your hand.

“Well, you want to know what I think?” you’d asked, Brian nodding quickly and staring up at you as you started in with your advice for him.

The entire time you’d spoke, he’d been staring at different things, admiring you.

He admired the way your green eyes flitted around the van as you spoke, as if you were looking for the right words to say, then plucking them out of the air in that small, cramped van and putting them to use.

Also, he admired the glint of the moonlight on your piercings. Although he wasn’t a big piercing man himself, he loved them on you. In that moment, he’d realized that they only added to your beauty, which was already very present.

He’d taken a small strand of your hair in his hand as you spoke, admiring the way your skin contrasted so greatly with your hair, and he also appreciated that he wasn’t the only person having to deal with curly hair.

Once you were done speaking, he’d smiled toothily. “You know, for someone who’s always got something sarcastic on the tip of their tongue, you sure do give good advice.”

You’d smiled at that, and that smile was what had gotten him, hook, line, and sinker.

“Hey, no making out in the van unless it’s me!” Roger had yelled suddenly, throwing open the door as he crawled in, making his way on top of you two, and you’d both laughed loudly as a drunk Roger shoved his way between the two of you, making Brian nearly fall to the floor.

What a shit.

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