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hey i’m astros! i used to use this account during my queen phase a few years back before i fell off the face of the earth for a while. i’m back now i’m shifting this account to focus on my modern music interests which are goth rock, post punk, grunge, new wave, and physcedilc rock!! id love to make some virtual friends w similar interests!

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me signing this petition 

petition to bring Freddie Mercury back

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Imma be a proud mom tonight watching the borhap boys get mentioned at the golden globes, even if they don’t win i’m still so proud

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He’s Perfect For You Darling (ch. 7) (FINALE + EPILOGUE)

You took a drag from the cigarette that hung between your lips. It was late, nearly 3 am, yet here you were, perched outside on the railing of Roger’s balcony as you overlooked the neighborhood. 

The past month had been absolute bliss. No better than that. Fucking ecstasy. Things between you and Rog were perfect, you and Freddie had become the most loyal of friends, and your relationships with John and Brian were getting closer and closer. It was all perfect, you pretended this day would never come. In fact, you practically forgot. Everyone did.

But here it was. In just 10 hours from now, the boys would take off to resume their tour, and in 2 more days, you would continue classes back at the university. Even if you stilled stayed close with all the guys, even if things with you and Roger remained good, you would never have this much time and freedom to be with them for a while. It just wouldn’t be the same.

All of your original fears started to resurface. Your fears of you and Roger not having time to talk to each other. Your fears of him getting tired of an over-the-phone relationship and falling for all of the girls in the crowd who were much prettier than you. How could he remain loyal when you had nothing to offer him? Why would he?

You took another drag as your hand raced to your neck. It was decorated in hickeys he had given you earlier in the evening. He said he wanted to ‘claim you one last time before he left’, and ‘leave you some marks to remember him by’. You were going to miss everything about him. His kiss, his touch, the way he makes you feel, his smile that always makes you blush, the way he holds you in the morning as he fingers comb through your hair, the way he gets protective over you whenever you both are out, the way he has no shame in kissing you in front of the other guys, the way he calls you beautiful when you feel the opposite. As Freddie had put it, the two of you had taken good care of each other. Well, actually the way he really said it was, “He has made you happy, and you have made him less of an ass”.

Your eyes stung with tears. If it all ended tomorrow, as painful as that would be, you would never take anything back. You tried to focus less on what was to come and more of being grateful that it happened. But damn did it hurt to see it all end. Goodbyes are a bitch. 

You shivered as the bitter Londen air crept under the thick blanket you had wrapped around yourself. A tear fell from your eye, tracing the outline of your face as more followed in its path. You were a mess, and you simply couldn’t hide that anymore. You choked out a slight sob. God, you felt so pathetic. 

“Do you remember that night on Freddie’s balcony when I told you how I felt about you?” A deep voice said behind you.

You froze. Fuck. He had woken up. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

“I told you that you were the most beautiful woman in the world, do you remember?” 

You nodded, sniffling as another tear fell. You felt his arms slowly wrap around you from behind as he kissed the side of your cheek.

“I also told you that everything I do is for you, did I not?” 

You nodded again, remembering how cheesy yet absolutely heart melting the moment had been.

“When you doubted how I felt, when you doubted that we could do long distance, do you remember what I said?”

“Yes,” you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Tell me what I said to you.” Roger asked.

“You said nothing else mattered, even if we only got 30 minutes on the phone together.”

“And?” He prodded.

“You said none of the girls at concerts matter when you know you have me back at home.” He turned you around to face him, revealing your tear stained face.

“Do you remember the last thing I said?” He raised an eyebrow.

You shook your head, looking up at him for a response.

“I told you that nothing would ever matter if you left this balcony without giving me a chance to fight for us.” He reminded you. 

Then suddenly there was silence. A moment of vulnerability. 

“Now,” Roger began, “The balcony is different, but everything I said remains the same. This doesn’t end when I leave for tour tomorrow. This doesn’t end when we both get very busy and have less time to speak to each other. This doesn’t end if we ever have a dispute over something or a major argument. This doesn’t end because I am willing to wait for it, I am willing to fight for it, and I am willing to put in the love to keep it alive.” His voice was desperate.

He words rang throughout your head. The Roger you were looking at now was the same Roger you were looking at the night he had so desperately, so honestly, so fully confessed his feelings for you. The Roger you were looking at now was the same Roger you were looking at the time he thought he lost you after fighting with Freddie. The time he got you back. The time he first told you he loved you. 

“Me too,” you finally said, “I love you so much, Roger Taylor.”

EPILOGUE - 6 months later

Life was pretty good. Summer was fast approaching, you had a steady internship, you and Elio were moving out of your dorms and into an apartment together, and you had a really good group of friends. You had fallen in love with the London nightlife, constantly going out to whatever pubs let you in or any concert that was in town. 

Your heavy bookbag was slung over your shoulder as you exited your final class before the weekend. You let out a long sigh of relief, ready to unwind. You met with Elio and some other friends at the local cafe on the outskirts of campus where you would also go on Fridays to celebrate the end of the week. 

It had been about 30 minutes and you had Elio were in a heated discussion on who the best member of Jackson 5 was. You had just begun to speak when you were suddenly interrupted by a loud car horn from outside the cafe, turning heads across the room to none other than Freddie Mercury, sticking his head out the window like a puppy. 

His eyes met yours through the window of the coffee shop as his face light up with a childish smile.  

“Get in you whore, we’ve got a show to do!” He cheered so loudly you’re sure everyone on the street heard it.

Your cheeks burned as you said a quick goodbye to your friends and hurried to the car before Queen fans began to swarm. 

“Oh, how I missed you darling!” Freddie chanted once you were seated, planting a sloppy kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“Mutual!” Brian called back from the driver’s seat. 

“Guys it’s only been a few weeks since spring break, it hasn’t been that long” you giggled. 

“It’s just not the same without you,” John spoke from the back.

“Really…” Roger huffed, smirking at you from the passenger seat before leaning back to kiss you. 

“Brian! Stop the car!” Freddie yelled, “I want to trade seats with Roger.”

“Fred, we’re in the middle of the bloody road, do you even know how driving works?” Brian called back. But Freddie was already bouncing around in the back like a child.

“If you don’t open the door…. I’ll… I’ll climb over the seat!” Freddie said like it was the best idea he had ever had.

“NO, no Freddie, don’t,” Brian warned, quickly finding a place to pull over.

Freddie raced out of the car to trade seats with Roger, who you were more than happy to cuddle up with now that you were next to each other.

“I missed you,” Roger growled, placing open mouth kisses across your neck until he reached your lips.

“Poor blondie wouldn’t stop whining about it!” Freddie added.

“Just keep it family friendly back here, I’m forced to sit behind you guys,” John spoke playfully.

“Enough dilly dally, let’s get this show on the road!” Freddie cheered.

Life was pretty good.

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He’s Perfect For You Darling (ch. 7) (FINALE + EPILOGUE)

You took a drag from the cigarette that hung between your lips. It was late, nearly 3 am, yet here you were, perched outside on the railing of Roger’s balcony as you overlooked the neighborhood. 

The past month had been absolute bliss. No better than that. Fucking ecstasy. Things between you and Rog were perfect, you and Freddie had become the most loyal of friends, and your relationships with John and Brian were getting closer and closer. It was all perfect, you pretended this day would never come. In fact, you practically forgot. Everyone did.

But here it was. In just 10 hours from now, the boys would take off to resume their tour, and in 2 more days, you would continue classes back at the university. Even if you stilled stayed close with all the guys, even if things with you and Roger remained good, you would never have this much time and freedom to be with them for a while. It just wouldn’t be the same.

All of your original fears started to resurface. Your fears of you and Roger not having time to talk to each other. Your fears of him getting tired of an over-the-phone relationship and falling for all of the girls in the crowd who were much prettier than you. How could he remain loyal when you had nothing to offer him? Why would he?

You took another drag as your hand raced to your neck. It was decorated in hickeys he had given you earlier in the evening. He said he wanted to ‘claim you one last time before he left’, and ‘leave you some marks to remember him by’. You were going to miss everything about him. His kiss, his touch, the way he makes you feel, his smile that always makes you blush, the way he holds you in the morning as he fingers comb through your hair, the way he gets protective over you whenever you both are out, the way he has no shame in kissing you in front of the other guys, the way he calls you beautiful when you feel the opposite. As Freddie had put it, the two of you had taken good care of each other. Well, actually the way he really said it was, “He has made you happy, and you have made him less of an ass”.

Your eyes stung with tears. If it all ended tomorrow, as painful as that would be, you would never take anything back. You tried to focus less on what was to come and more of being grateful that it happened. But damn did it hurt to see it all end. Goodbyes are a bitch. 

You shivered as the bitter Londen air crept under the thick blanket you had wrapped around yourself. A tear fell from your eye, tracing the outline of your face as more followed in its path. You were a mess, and you simply couldn’t hide that anymore. You choked out a slight sob. God, you felt so pathetic. 

“Do you remember that night on Freddie’s balcony when I told you how I felt about you?” A deep voice said behind you.

You froze. Fuck. He had woken up. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

“I told you that you were the most beautiful woman in the world, do you remember?” 

You nodded, sniffling as another tear fell. You felt his arms slowly wrap around you from behind as he kissed the side of your cheek.

“I also told you that everything I do is for you, did I not?” 

You nodded again, remembering how cheesy yet absolutely heart melting the moment had been.

“When you doubted how I felt, when you doubted that we could do long distance, do you remember what I said?”

“Yes,” you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Tell me what I said to you.” Roger asked.

“You said nothing else mattered, even if we only got 30 minutes on the phone together.”

“And?” He prodded.

“You said none of the girls at concerts matter when you know you have me back at home.” He turned you around to face him, revealing your tear stained face.

“Do you remember the last thing I said?” He raised an eyebrow.

You shook your head, looking up at him for a response.

“I told you that nothing would ever matter if you left this balcony without giving me a chance to fight for us.” He reminded you. 

Then suddenly there was silence. A moment of vulnerability. 

“Now,” Roger began, “The balcony is different, but everything I said remains the same. This doesn't end when I leave for tour tomorrow. This doesn't end when we both get very busy and have less time to speak to each other. This doesn't end if we ever have a dispute over something or a major argument. This doesn't end because I am willing to wait for it, I am willing to fight for it, and I am willing to put in the love to keep it alive.” His voice was desperate.

He words rang throughout your head. The Roger you were looking at now was the same Roger you were looking at the night he had so desperately, so honestly, so fully confessed his feelings for you. The Roger you were looking at now was the same Roger you were looking at the time he thought he lost you after fighting with Freddie. The time he got you back. The time he first told you he loved you. 

“Me too,” you finally said, “I love you so much, Roger Taylor.”

EPILOGUE - 6 months later

Life was pretty good. Summer was fast approaching, you had a steady internship, you and Elio were moving out of your dorms and into an apartment together, and you had a really good group of friends. You had fallen in love with the London nightlife, constantly going out to whatever pubs let you in or any concert that was in town. 

Your heavy bookbag was slung over your shoulder as you exited your final class before the weekend. You let out a long sigh of relief, ready to unwind. You met with Elio and some other friends at the local cafe on the outskirts of campus where you would also go on Fridays to celebrate the end of the week. 

It had been about 30 minutes and you had Elio were in a heated discussion on who the best member of Jackson 5 was. You had just begun to speak when you were suddenly interrupted by a loud car horn from outside the cafe, turning heads across the room to none other than Freddie Mercury, sticking his head out the window like a puppy. 

His eyes met yours through the window of the coffee shop as his face light up with a childish smile.  

“Get in you whore, we’ve got a show to do!” He cheered so loudly you’re sure everyone on the street heard it.

Your cheeks burned as you said a quick goodbye to your friends and hurried to the car before Queen fans began to swarm. 

“Oh, how I missed you darling!” Freddie chanted once you were seated, planting a sloppy kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“Mutual!” Brian called back from the driver's seat. 

“Guys it’s only been a few weeks since spring break, it hasn’t been that long” you giggled. 

“It’s just not the same without you,” John spoke from the back.

“Really...” Roger huffed, smirking at you from the passenger seat before leaning back to kiss you. 

“Brian! Stop the car!” Freddie yelled, “I want to trade seats with Roger.”

“Fred, we’re in the middle of the bloody road, do you even know how driving works?” Brian called back. But Freddie was already bouncing around in the back like a child.

“If you don’t open the door.... I’ll... I’ll climb over the seat!” Freddie said like it was the best idea he had ever had.

“NO, no Freddie, don’t,” Brian warned, quickly finding a place to pull over.

Freddie raced out of the car to trade seats with Roger, who you were more than happy to cuddle up with now that you were next to each other.

“I missed you,” Roger growled, placing open mouth kisses across your neck until he reached your lips.

“Poor blondie wouldn’t stop whining about it!” Freddie added.

“Just keep it family friendly back here, I’m forced to sit behind you guys,” John spoke playfully.

“Enough dilly dally, let’s get this show on the road!” Freddie cheered.

Life was pretty good.

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He’s Perfect For You Darling Finale + REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Chapter 7 (the last one) will be out this week. My requests are always open so if there is something you want to see me write next just let me know!

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“He’s Perfect For You, Darling” Masterlist

Here is where I will be keeping all the chapters for HPFYD so they are easily accessible! I’ll be frequently updating it as I post new chapters. Thanks for all of the support and kind words! Stay beautiful. 

With love, Astros.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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He’s Perfect For You Darling (ch.6)

summary: you run into freddie mercury after a queen concert and you two become extremely close friends. he introduces you to the band and you find yourself falling for roger but are too scared to admit it because you don’t think he feels the same.

characters: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor, Rami Malek!Freddie Mercury, Gwilym Lee!Brian May, Joe Mazzello!John Deacon

The ringing phone echoed down the hall, waking you up. Your eyes darted across the room you were slowly growing to be familiar with. You weren’t back home in America, you weren’t at your dorm at the university, you weren’t even in your luxury suite in Freddie Mercury’s house. You were with Roger. In his house. In his room. In his bed. In his arms. 

You could feel his warmth around you, your bodies entangled beneath the thin sheet. You adjusted slightly as you woke, not even realizing you had fallen asleep in the first place. Your late night with Freddie had worn you out, only then to share the morning of your life with Roger Taylor. You were afraid you were dreaming. Were you dreaming?

You felt his lips kiss the back of your shoulder tenderly, sending chills across your body. No matter what he did, he was always able to evoke some form of reaction from you.

“What time is it?” you said sleepily, turning onto your back. Roger took your change in positions as his chance to climb back on top of you. 

“You just missed lunch, my love” he spoke, his eyes glancing down at your lips before back up at you. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’ve wasted your whole morning” you attempted to get up, but he had you pinned down between his arms.

“No morning is ever wasted if it is spent with you, dear” he spoke, his lips meeting with yours.

Your fingertips trailed up and down his arms as he kissed you so endearingly. It was different from the rough passion there had been earlier morning. But it was a good different. A sweet, tender, loving different.

This moment was interrupted once more by the sound of the phone again. Roger pulled away, both of you laughing.

“Someone really needs to reach you,” you joked.

Roger kissed you once more before climbing out of bed, putting on his formerly discarded underwear as he made his way into the hall.

You wrapped the sheet tightly around your bare body, unfamiliar to the chill of not being in his arms. 

He had only been on the phone for a matter of seconds before returning to the bedroom. 

“It’s for you, Ms. Y/L/N”

Who could possibly be attempting to call you from here? Who knew you were at Roger’s house? Why were they trying to reach you now? And that’s when you realized, it was Freddie.

You wrapped the sheet around your body, pinning it to yourself as you entered the hallway.

“Hello, Freddie” you spoke into the phone.

“Oh, darling! How was it?” he asked.

“How was what?” “The sex, of course.”

You nearly dropped the phone,

“Freddie!” you whispered dramatically, seeing Roger’s intrigued expression from the doorway, “I am not discussing this with you now.”

“Oh come on, flatter the man. Talk about how good he was, I insist.” 

“You’re insane, Mercury” you chuckled into the phone.

“And you’re no fun” Freddie teased.

“Goodbye Freddie” you cooed into the phone.

“This conversation doesn’t end here” he stated before hanging up.

You glanced at Roger, who looked impossibly cool leaning against the inside of the door frame. 

“No questions,” you told him.

“Alright,” he began, “as long as we resume what we were starting.” he winked at you. 

You trailed into the bedroom again, dropping the sheet on your way in.

Life was perfect.

“Merry Christmas!” Freddie cheered childishly, jumping around on your bed as he clutched onto Oscar. The poor cat.

“Freddie,” you said groggily, “it’s not even Christmas.” 

“Yes, but it’s Christmas Eve, and since you’ve insisted on spending your Christmas morning with Roger, this is the closest thing I’ve got.” 

“Why at 5am?” you groaned, sitting up finally.

“Because I simply couldn’t wait any longer. Besides, we’ve got a big day ahead of us. There is a Christmas Party to prepare!”

You nodded sleepily.

“Oh, and that reminds me of the gift I have for you!” Freddie spoke excitedly.

“Shouldn’t I be opening this tomorrow?”

“I’ll have many more for you tomorrow. But this one you must open today!”

You took the beautifully wrapped box, unwrapping it to unveil as beautiful silver cocktail dress along with diamond jewelry.

“Oh, Freddie-” you gasped.

“It’s for tonight,” Freddie said softly, “I thought it would look beautiful on you, and I think Roger would absolutely love it. We all know how he felt last time I picked out your dress for a party” Freddie winked.

“I love it, Fred, it’s perfect.”

You gave yourself a once-over in the mirror before heading downstairs to join the party. The house was flooded with people, dressed in their festive party attire. You weren’t sure how you were going to find anybody amongst the densely packed room. 

Fred would be the easiest to find, given that his voice seemed to travel from room to room. You had nearly reached him when a familiar voice called your name from behind. You spun around quickly.

“Brian!” you cheered. He had a girl, you assumed it to be his girlfriend, under his arm. “It’s so good to see you outside of the studio again” you chuckled. 

“You look wonderful, y/n” he said warmly.

“I owe it to Freddie really, he chose the outfit.”

“And I did a splendid job if I do say so myself,” Freddie quipped as he joined the conversation, swinging his arm around you.

“Freddie, do you happen to know where I could find Rog?” 

“Actually, I just saw him in the kitchen” Brian commented.

Freddie winked at you as you made your way through the crowd once more in the direction of the kitchen.

Your eyes scanned the sea of faces, still unable to locate your blonde. You huffed in disappointment. Where was he?

“Is that mistletoe I see?” his low seductive voice rang in your ears as his hands landed on your hips, turning you around to face him. 

How incredibly corny yet perfectly timed that Roger had caught you in this particular doorway, the mistletoe hanging above your heads.

“Well, you know the rules…” you sighed playfully.

Roger smiled, cupping your face in his hands before kissing you oh-so-sweetly.

“Merry Christmas,” you said as you pulled away slightly.

Roger stepped back, admiring your outfit, his pupils dilating.

“What a wonderful gift I have received this year. The most beautiful and fascinating woman in the world.”

You blushed intensely as he smiled at you. You could have melted right there.

“I could have sworn I was on the naughty list,” he added, winking as he placed his hand on the small of your back, pressing your body against his as his lips met yours once more.

“Roger, I don’t deserve this, really” you insisted. 

He pressed a kiss to your temple as you admired the record player.

“Now you don’t have to go to Elio’s house to listen to queen music anymore.” Roger chuckled. 

“Oh but Roger, this is too much. I am happy enough just spending Christmas morning with you, you really didn’t have to get this.”

“You deserve the world, my love. One day, I will give that to you too. Consider this record player a way to keep me near when I am not around. When I am on tour and you’re in school and it feels like we are worlds apart, just put on a record and know that with everything I play, I play for you.”

“I love you,” you breathed. 

Your hands flew to cover your mouth the moment the words had escaped your lips. You weren’t supposed to say that out loud. Oh god, what if he didn’t feel the same? Of course, he didn’t feel the same, you had only been together for a matter of days. He’s never been in an intimate relationship like this before, what if you were rushing him?

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Do you mean it?” he cut you off.

“What?” you asked, not knowing what you should say. You really did love him, but you didn’t want him to know that if it were to sacrifice the relationship.

“Do you mean what you said?” his voice was laced with a desperate tone.

Oh god

Oh god

Oh god, what were you going to say?

You breathed heavily. 

His eyes were eager, but for what answer?

Oh god.

Was it worth the risk?

“Yes” you nodded.

It was worth the risk.

That smile you loved so much began to spread across his face.

“Oh, y/n,” he began, taking your hands in his, “I had thought all along I was crazy for falling for someone so quickly. In fact, I was always so worried I would lose you. I thought you weren’t going to give me a chance. When you said yes to me on the balcony, I had no idea what to expect. I didn’t understand that the love I had for you was only going to grow each waking day. The way I feel about you, god, you perfect human, was so new. I had never felt this way about absolutely anything. These feelings controlled me, yet they made me a better human. In the short time I’ve known you, you have managed to give me something to live for. You have given me something to dedicated every waking moment of each day to. You have given me meaning, you have given life value, and you have given me someone who makes me the better version of myself.

Your eyes stung with tears as he looked at you. The reality wasn’t real.

“Y/n, I am so fucking in love with you.” 

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He’s Perfect For You Darling (ch.6)

summary: you run into freddie mercury after a queen concert and you two become extremely close friends. he introduces you to the band and you find yourself falling for roger but are too scared to admit it because you don’t think he feels the same.

characters: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor, Rami Malek!Freddie Mercury, Gwilym Lee!Brian May, Joe Mazzello!John Deacon

The ringing phone echoed down the hall, waking you up. Your eyes darted across the room you were slowly growing to be familiar with. You weren’t back home in America, you weren’t at your dorm at the university, you weren’t even in your luxury suite in Freddie Mercury’s house. You were with Roger. In his house. In his room. In his bed. In his arms. 

You could feel his warmth around you, your bodies entangled beneath the thin sheet. You adjusted slightly as you woke, not even realizing you had fallen asleep in the first place. Your late night with Freddie had worn you out, only then to share the morning of your life with Roger Taylor. You were afraid you were dreaming. Were you dreaming?

You felt his lips kiss the back of your shoulder tenderly, sending chills across your body. No matter what he did, he was always able to evoke some form of reaction from you.

“What time is it?” you said sleepily, turning onto your back. Roger took your change in positions as his chance to climb back on top of you. 

“You just missed lunch, my love” he spoke, his eyes glancing down at your lips before back up at you. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’ve wasted your whole morning” you attempted to get up, but he had you pinned down between his arms.

“No morning is ever wasted if it is spent with you, dear” he spoke, his lips meeting with yours.

Your fingertips trailed up and down his arms as he kissed you so endearingly. It was different from the rough passion there had been earlier morning. But it was a good different. A sweet, tender, loving different.

This moment was interrupted once more by the sound of the phone again. Roger pulled away, both of you laughing.

“Someone really needs to reach you,” you joked.

Roger kissed you once more before climbing out of bed, putting on his formerly discarded underwear as he made his way into the hall.

You wrapped the sheet tightly around your bare body, unfamiliar to the chill of not being in his arms. 

He had only been on the phone for a matter of seconds before returning to the bedroom. 

“It’s for you, Ms. Y/L/N”

Who could possibly be attempting to call you from here? Who knew you were at Roger’s house? Why were they trying to reach you now? And that’s when you realized, it was Freddie.

You wrapped the sheet around your body, pinning it to yourself as you entered the hallway.

“Hello, Freddie” you spoke into the phone.

“Oh, darling! How was it?” he asked.

“How was what?” “The sex, of course.”

You nearly dropped the phone,

“Freddie!” you whispered dramatically, seeing Roger’s intrigued expression from the doorway, “I am not discussing this with you now.”

“Oh come on, flatter the man. Talk about how good he was, I insist.” 

“You’re insane, Mercury” you chuckled into the phone.

“And you’re no fun” Freddie teased.

“Goodbye Freddie” you cooed into the phone.

“This conversation doesn’t end here” he stated before hanging up.

You glanced at Roger, who looked impossibly cool leaning against the inside of the door frame. 

“No questions,” you told him.

“Alright,” he began, “as long as we resume what we were starting.” he winked at you. 

You trailed into the bedroom again, dropping the sheet on your way in.

Life was perfect.

“Merry Christmas!” Freddie cheered childishly, jumping around on your bed as he clutched onto Oscar. The poor cat.

“Freddie,” you said groggily, “it’s not even Christmas.” 

“Yes, but it’s Christmas Eve, and since you’ve insisted on spending your Christmas morning with Roger, this is the closest thing I’ve got.” 

“Why at 5am?” you groaned, sitting up finally.

“Because I simply couldn’t wait any longer. Besides, we’ve got a big day ahead of us. There is a Christmas Party to prepare!”

You nodded sleepily.

“Oh, and that reminds me of the gift I have for you!” Freddie spoke excitedly.

“Shouldn’t I be opening this tomorrow?”

“I’ll have many more for you tomorrow. But this one you must open today!”

You took the beautifully wrapped box, unwrapping it to unveil as beautiful silver cocktail dress along with diamond jewelry.

“Oh, Freddie-” you gasped.

“It’s for tonight,” Freddie said softly, “I thought it would look beautiful on you, and I think Roger would absolutely love it. We all know how he felt last time I picked out your dress for a party” Freddie winked.

“I love it, Fred, it’s perfect.”

You gave yourself a once-over in the mirror before heading downstairs to join the party. The house was flooded with people, dressed in their festive party attire. You weren’t sure how you were going to find anybody amongst the densely packed room. 

Fred would be the easiest to find, given that his voice seemed to travel from room to room. You had nearly reached him when a familiar voice called your name from behind. You spun around quickly.

“Brian!” you cheered. He had a girl, you assumed it to be his girlfriend, under his arm. “It’s so good to see you outside of the studio again” you chuckled. 

“You look wonderful, y/n” he said warmly.

“I owe it to Freddie really, he chose the outfit.”

“And I did a splendid job if I do say so myself,” Freddie quipped as he joined the conversation, swinging his arm around you.

“Freddie, do you happen to know where I could find Rog?” 

“Actually, I just saw him in the kitchen” Brian commented.

Freddie winked at you as you made your way through the crowd once more in the direction of the kitchen.

Your eyes scanned the sea of faces, still unable to locate your blonde. You huffed in disappointment. Where was he?

“Is that mistletoe I see?” his low seductive voice rang in your ears as his hands landed on your hips, turning you around to face him. 

How incredibly corny yet perfectly timed that Roger had caught you in this particular doorway, the mistletoe hanging above your heads.

“Well, you know the rules...” you sighed playfully.

Roger smiled, cupping your face in his hands before kissing you oh-so-sweetly.

“Merry Christmas,” you said as you pulled away slightly.

Roger stepped back, admiring your outfit, his pupils dilating.

“What a wonderful gift I have received this year. The most beautiful and fascinating woman in the world.”

You blushed intensely as he smiled at you. You could have melted right there.

“I could have sworn I was on the naughty list,” he added, winking as he placed his hand on the small of your back, pressing your body against his as his lips met yours once more.

“Roger, I don’t deserve this, really” you insisted. 

He pressed a kiss to your temple as you admired the record player.

“Now you don’t have to go to Elio’s house to listen to queen music anymore.” Roger chuckled. 

“Oh but Roger, this is too much. I am happy enough just spending Christmas morning with you, you really didn’t have to get this.”

“You deserve the world, my love. One day, I will give that to you too. Consider this record player a way to keep me near when I am not around. When I am on tour and you’re in school and it feels like we are worlds apart, just put on a record and know that with everything I play, I play for you.”

“I love you,” you breathed. 

Your hands flew to cover your mouth the moment the words had escaped your lips. You weren’t supposed to say that out loud. Oh god, what if he didn’t feel the same? Of course, he didn’t feel the same, you had only been together for a matter of days. He’s never been in an intimate relationship like this before, what if you were rushing him?

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Do you mean it?” he cut you off.

“What?” you asked, not knowing what you should say. You really did love him, but you didn’t want him to know that if it were to sacrifice the relationship.

“Do you mean what you said?” his voice was laced with a desperate tone.

Oh god

Oh god

Oh god, what were you going to say?

You breathed heavily. 

His eyes were eager, but for what answer?

Oh god.

Was it worth the risk?

“Yes” you nodded.

It was worth the risk.

That smile you loved so much began to spread across his face.

“Oh, y/n,” he began, taking your hands in his, “I had thought all along I was crazy for falling for someone so quickly. In fact, I was always so worried I would lose you. I thought you weren’t going to give me a chance. When you said yes to me on the balcony, I had no idea what to expect. I didn’t understand that the love I had for you was only going to grow each waking day. The way I feel about you, god, you perfect human, was so new. I had never felt this way about absolutely anything. These feelings controlled me, yet they made me a better human. In the short time I’ve known you, you have managed to give me something to live for. You have given me something to dedicated every waking moment of each day to. You have given me meaning, you have given life value, and you have given me someone who makes me the better version of myself.

Your eyes stung with tears as he looked at you. The reality wasn’t real.

“Y/n, I am so fucking in love with you.” 

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working on HPFYD ch 6 now, it will be up Wednesday, and let me tell y’all it’s SO CUTE AND FLUFFY OMG. till then, read ch 5  

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He’s Perfect For You, Darling (ch. 5)

summary: you run into freddie mercury after a queen concert and you two become extremely close friends. he introduces you to the band and you find yourself falling for roger but are too scared to admit it because you don’t think he feels the same.

characters: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor, Rami Malek!Freddie Mercury, Gwilym Lee!Brian May, Joe Mazzello!John Deacon

Warnings: Get’s a little steamy towards the end, alludes to smut but never goes completely into it because I can’t write that shit well.

Your eyes felt heavy as you readjusted your seating, pressing your back against the wall. It was late, Freddie was probably already asleep. There was no use in keeping yourself up, yet you couldn’t convince yourself to leave. You had been sat here, across from his bedroom door, for nearly 6 hours now awaiting him to be ready to talk to you. He had to come out at some point, he couldn’t just hide in there forever.

Your head began to fall slowly to your knees as you felt the sweet release of sleep beginning to take control. A peaceful slumber wove its way through your brain, clearing your mind and loosening your body. You could feel your limbs relax as your vision faded.

Suddenly there was a click at the door, and you shot up, breaking through the sleep. You could hear the springs in the lock unfastening until the door swung open, revealing Freddie’s broad figure, silhouetted by the moonlight flooding in from the window behind him.  

“Oh you pathetic creature, get up,” Freddie demanded.

You stood up quickly, a warm lump forming in your throat as the anticipation brewed inside of you. This could be the end. This could be the moment when he removed you from his life and sent you back to America for the rest of the holiday. He could forget your number and burn the robe he had given you, moving on in his extravagant life as though you were nothing less than just another luxury item along the way. You were good while you lasted but you were of so temporary and wore out so quickly that it would make him wonder if it was even worth all he invested in you.

You wished you had something to say that could stop it all. You had been sitting outside his door with nothing but your own thoughts for hours, yet now that he was standing in front of you, you had nothing to say.

“Come with me to the piano, dear” Freddie spoke, gesturing for you to follow him down the hall.

You followed behind him reluctantly, keeping your head low.

You could feel your heart tense up as he sat down on the narrow piano bench. You weren’t sure if you could take another one of his songs of betrayal.

“Oh Freddie, if you intend to break my heart with your music just tell me. I cannot take the torment of your lyrics in my fragile disposition” you spoke.

“Are you familiar with my work, darling?” Freddie asked, he back still to you.

“Of course, Fred” you breathed.

“Then you should know I never finished the song I had begun earlier. I intend to do so now,” he began.

This was it. He would let you go within a beautiful ballad of broken trust and shattered friendships. You would say your final goodbyes and Freddie would move on from this moment in time. You weren’t sure if you could do so quite as easily.

You closed your eyes, trying to hide the tears threatening to fall as Freddie began to play,

“You will remember when this is blown over and everything’s all by the way When I grow older I will be there at your side to remind you how I still love you I still love you…” Your eyes fluttered open. Was this his poetically lyrical way of forgiving you? If it wasn’t that then why would he sing that verse? What was he saying?

“Freddie,” you whispered, “what does this mean?”

He turned now to face you, his expression unreadable as he looked into your glossy eyes.

“I have given it a lot of thought,” Freddie began slowly.

Silence crept into the room as the singer broke eye contact with you and began to stare at the floor. His face was riddled with so many emotions and it frightened you not knowing what he would say next.

“It was selfish of me to assume the I would be the only reason you would come out to the UK.” Freddie began, looking back up at you. “Y/n, you have given me a dear friendship, unlike one I have had in many years. You have stayed with me through all of my shit and petty moods. You have let me bore you with my drunken phone calls, which quite frankly, is more than I can say for anyone else I’ve met.” Freddie chuckled. “Anyways, what I have come to realize is… I am not the only person you have impacted during your time here. You have given me a friendship, you have given Brian someone he can relate with, you have given Deaky another person he can feel open around, which is saying a lot, might I add. But most importantly, as I have come to realize, you have given Roger Taylor someone to believe in. And someone whom he can believe in himself whilst he is with you. And that, darling, is something worth preserving.”

“Oh Freddie,” You breathed, you voice failing to hide your shock to his response. The singer rose to his feet and walked over to you, taking your hands in his as he looked down into your eyes once more.

“And you, dear, have found someone who can give you purpose and reason for the rest of your days. You have found someone who, indeed, has helped you find yourself.”

You fell into Freddie’s arms, embracing him tightly as though you were reclaiming something you thought was once lost.

“So,” you began as you continued to hug him in an attempt to hide your tears of joy, “you really think Roger and I are good for each other?”

Freddie’s hand rubbed your back comfortingly as he leaned in next to your ear.

“He’s perfect for you, darling.”

“Where on earth are you taking me?” You squealed.

Freddie winked once at the driver who had been sworn to secrecy before looking back at you.

“Oh how bloody borning that would be if I told you,” Freddie giggled.

You had only been in the car for a few minutes, but your stomach was twisting as the anxiety of the surprise began to brew.

Finally, the car had come to a stop.

“Darling, we have arrived!” Freddie cheered.

However, you weren’t quite sure how to react. You were in a very nice neighborhood. But that’s all it was. Just rows of beautiful homes, not that much different from the neighborhood Freddie lived in.

“Freddie,” you hesitated, “I’m not sure I understand.”

“Go knock on that door,” Freddie said like it was obvious. Whose house was this? Why was he having you do this?

You exited the car slowly, the singer no longer paying attention to you and not showing any signs of coming along.

Your knuckles hovered by the door as you waited for a moment, running your hand through your hair once, then knocking.

You had no clue who would be on the other side of the door. Did you know this person? Was this some sort of joke? Why was Freddie so insistent on taking you here so early in the morning?

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard the door unlocking from the inside, your anxiety pumping inside of you.

A familiar set of eyes gazed back at you. Oh, those eyes you had learned to love. Those eyes you had seen light up, but also darken with anger. Those eyes you had seen flooded with tears, but also clouded with lust.

“Roger,” you breathed.

How had you been so clueless as to not expect this? If you had only known, you would have dressed a little nicer, made your hair a little less messy, and put on a little more makeup. But here you were, simple, confused, and vulnerable.

“Farwell darling!” you heard Freddie call from the car behind you as he was driven away. Roger never once took his eyes off yours.

“Goodmorning, y/n” Roger spoke, his voice low and sultry.

You had always had some sort of wall up when you knew you would be seeing Roger. Even at the party, you had still convinced your brain not to fall completely head over heels for him. But now you were open. You had no wall up to protect yourself. You were so vulnerable. Roger could have you any way he wanted. All cards were on the table. Your heart was in full control, no sensible thoughts in its way.

Roger could tell, too. It was a dead giveaway, the way you shivered when he looked you up and down. The way your cheeks burned with a hot pink blush when he smiled at you. The way you couldn’t seem to maintain eye contact without getting flustered. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

A devilish grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

This is the first time you two had ever been alone. Like actually, completely, alone with each other. Your pulse quicked as you took short, shallow breaths.

“Come in, love” Roger invited, holding the door open for you as you entered his home. It wasn’t as extravagant as Freddie’s, but it was still incredibly beautiful.

You tried to keep your eyes on the rest of the house rather than turn to face Roger. The sexual tension between you two was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. You could practically feel his eyes checking you out from behind as you entered his open living room.

“I’d thought I had lost you,” Roger began, “When you left the studio so quickly yesterday to follow Freddie, I swore you had chosen him over me.”

“Oh, Rog I am so sorry,” you said, realizing now the validity of Freddie bringing you here. You turned to face him.

He was closer than you had expected. That mischievous smirk still plastered on his face. His eyes taunted you, faking a sweet innocence, yet they glinted with a darkness that was practically animalistic. The look he was giving made you feel things deep inside of you, burning the flame of the hidden desires in your body. You had never felt so desperate for anything before.

Oh god, what was he doing to you?

“Oh yeah?” Roger said, cocking his head slightly. His voice was so low your knees nearly buckled.

“Yeah,” you whispered softly, not trusting your vocal cords in fear you would let out some ungodly noise.

“What was that?” Roger teased, taking another step towards you. He was fucking tormenting you, and he knew it.

Flustered was an understatement to the way you were feeling right now. Your body was on fire and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out.

Roger bit his lip, bringing you to your breaking point. You could hardly breathe. What was he waiting for? He wasn’t expecting you to just beg for him, right?

“I’ve been a rather poor host thus far. Do you need something?” Roger asked, glancing down at your lips before back up into your eyes. “Water, tea, anything?” He said the last part far too suggestively.

Asshole, he knew what you needed. You needed him. All of him. Everywhere. There was no way you could say that out loud without looking so incredibly desperate. You ached for him.

He clearly wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you made a fool of yourself. But you would never live that down. You couldn’t.

“I’m fine,” you breathed, mustering up any confidence you could find.

He took another step closer to you, leaning in so his lips were right next to your ear. His body was only millimeters away from yours, yet he still hadn’t touched you. It was brutal.

“Don’t forget, love” he growled, “I can read you.”

You were completely gone, falling into him as he wrapped his arms around your body, holding you up. You melted into his touch. But you wanted more. You looked up at him with big doe eyes.

“Then do something about it,” Your voice trembled as you tried to hold onto whatever was left of your confidence.

He cupped your face, glancing at your lips once more.

“I don’t think it’s that simple,” he spoke, his lips hovering above yours oh so teasingly.

“Fuck, Roger, what do you want from me?”

“I want you to tell me what you need.”

To hell with dignity and trying to not look desperate. You were a mess.

“I need you,” you practically screamed, “I need you all over me. I need your lips on mine. I need your hands everywhere. I need our night on the balcony again. I need that electricity again” you were begging now, “I just need you, Roger fucking Taylor.”

“All you had to do was ask,” Roger winked, taking complete control.

He pulled your body into his as your lips collided. The kiss was impatient and incredibly needy, exploding with lust and passion. The intoxicating feel of it all had you questioning reality. Was it possible for one person to bring another to this kind of high? Only Roger.

You gripped his long blonde hair as if your life depended on it as he slammed you into the wall, grinding his body up against yours. Your body was limp beneath him, thankful for the wall behind you as your only sense of support. His lips trailed down to your neck, sending chills down your body.

“Roger!” you gasped, your vision blurry as he continued to grind into you at a  faster pace, his hands exploring your inner thighs.

His lips returned to yours once he was satisfied with the mark he would leave on your neck. By the time he pulled away, you were breathless, your body breaking down beneath you.

Roger took a step back, admiring how wrecked you already looked just by him kissing you.

“Oh god, you’re so good” he panted, hungrily kissing you once more.

“Never make me worry like that again, understand?” he said lowly.

You nodded your head, your body aching to be taken right there.

“Use your words,” he warned. His dominant tone made you whimper.

“I understand,” you breathed.

“Now,” Roger growled, picking up on your impatience, “Remind me exactly what it was that you wanted.”

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He’s Perfect For You, Darling (ch. 5)

summary: you run into freddie mercury after a queen concert and you two become extremely close friends. he introduces you to the band and you find yourself falling for roger but are too scared to admit it because you don’t think he feels the same.

characters: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor, Rami Malek!Freddie Mercury, Gwilym Lee!Brian May, Joe Mazzello!John Deacon

Warnings: Get’s a little steamy towards the end, alludes to smut but never goes completely into it because I can’t write that shit well.

Your eyes felt heavy as you readjusted your seating, pressing your back against the wall. It was late, Freddie was probably already asleep. There was no use in keeping yourself up, yet you couldn’t convince yourself to leave. You had been sat here, across from his bedroom door, for nearly 6 hours now awaiting him to be ready to talk to you. He had to come out at some point, he couldn’t just hide in there forever.

Your head began to fall slowly to your knees as you felt the sweet release of sleep beginning to take control. A peaceful slumber wove its way through your brain, clearing your mind and loosening your body. You could feel your limbs relax as your vision faded.

Suddenly there was a click at the door, and you shot up, breaking through the sleep. You could hear the springs in the lock unfastening until the door swung open, revealing Freddie’s broad figure, silhouetted by the moonlight flooding in from the window behind him.  

“Oh you pathetic creature, get up,” Freddie demanded.

You stood up quickly, a warm lump forming in your throat as the anticipation brewed inside of you. This could be the end. This could be the moment when he removed you from his life and sent you back to America for the rest of the holiday. He could forget your number and burn the robe he had given you, moving on in his extravagant life as though you were nothing less than just another luxury item along the way. You were good while you lasted but you were of so temporary and wore out so quickly that it would make him wonder if it was even worth all he invested in you.

You wished you had something to say that could stop it all. You had been sitting outside his door with nothing but your own thoughts for hours, yet now that he was standing in front of you, you had nothing to say.

“Come with me to the piano, dear” Freddie spoke, gesturing for you to follow him down the hall.

You followed behind him reluctantly, keeping your head low.

You could feel your heart tense up as he sat down on the narrow piano bench. You weren’t sure if you could take another one of his songs of betrayal.

“Oh Freddie, if you intend to break my heart with your music just tell me. I cannot take the torment of your lyrics in my fragile disposition” you spoke.

“Are you familiar with my work, darling?” Freddie asked, he back still to you.

“Of course, Fred” you breathed.

“Then you should know I never finished the song I had begun earlier. I intend to do so now,” he began.

This was it. He would let you go within a beautiful ballad of broken trust and shattered friendships. You would say your final goodbyes and Freddie would move on from this moment in time. You weren’t sure if you could do so quite as easily.

You closed your eyes, trying to hide the tears threatening to fall as Freddie began to play,

“You will remember when this is blown over and everything's all by the way When I grow older I will be there at your side to remind you how I still love you I still love you...” Your eyes fluttered open. Was this his poetically lyrical way of forgiving you? If it wasn’t that then why would he sing that verse? What was he saying?

“Freddie,” you whispered, “what does this mean?”

He turned now to face you, his expression unreadable as he looked into your glossy eyes.

“I have given it a lot of thought,” Freddie began slowly.

Silence crept into the room as the singer broke eye contact with you and began to stare at the floor. His face was riddled with so many emotions and it frightened you not knowing what he would say next.

“It was selfish of me to assume the I would be the only reason you would come out to the UK.” Freddie began, looking back up at you. “Y/n, you have given me a dear friendship, unlike one I have had in many years. You have stayed with me through all of my shit and petty moods. You have let me bore you with my drunken phone calls, which quite frankly, is more than I can say for anyone else I’ve met.” Freddie chuckled. “Anyways, what I have come to realize is... I am not the only person you have impacted during your time here. You have given me a friendship, you have given Brian someone he can relate with, you have given Deaky another person he can feel open around, which is saying a lot, might I add. But most importantly, as I have come to realize, you have given Roger Taylor someone to believe in. And someone whom he can believe in himself whilst he is with you. And that, darling, is something worth preserving.”

“Oh Freddie,” You breathed, you voice failing to hide your shock to his response. The singer rose to his feet and walked over to you, taking your hands in his as he looked down into your eyes once more.

“And you, dear, have found someone who can give you purpose and reason for the rest of your days. You have found someone who, indeed, has helped you find yourself.”

You fell into Freddie’s arms, embracing him tightly as though you were reclaiming something you thought was once lost.

“So,” you began as you continued to hug him in an attempt to hide your tears of joy, “you really think Roger and I are good for each other?”

Freddie’s hand rubbed your back comfortingly as he leaned in next to your ear.

“He’s perfect for you, darling.”

“Where on earth are you taking me?” You squealed.

Freddie winked once at the driver who had been sworn to secrecy before looking back at you.

“Oh how bloody borning that would be if I told you,” Freddie giggled.

You had only been in the car for a few minutes, but your stomach was twisting as the anxiety of the surprise began to brew.

Finally, the car had come to a stop.

“Darling, we have arrived!” Freddie cheered.

However, you weren’t quite sure how to react. You were in a very nice neighborhood. But that’s all it was. Just rows of beautiful homes, not that much different from the neighborhood Freddie lived in.

“Freddie,” you hesitated, “I’m not sure I understand.”

“Go knock on that door,” Freddie said like it was obvious. Whose house was this? Why was he having you do this?

You exited the car slowly, the singer no longer paying attention to you and not showing any signs of coming along.

Your knuckles hovered by the door as you waited for a moment, running your hand through your hair once, then knocking.

You had no clue who would be on the other side of the door. Did you know this person? Was this some sort of joke? Why was Freddie so insistent on taking you here so early in the morning?

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard the door unlocking from the inside, your anxiety pumping inside of you.

A familiar set of eyes gazed back at you. Oh, those eyes you had learned to love. Those eyes you had seen light up, but also darken with anger. Those eyes you had seen flooded with tears, but also clouded with lust.

“Roger,” you breathed.

How had you been so clueless as to not expect this? If you had only known, you would have dressed a little nicer, made your hair a little less messy, and put on a little more makeup. But here you were, simple, confused, and vulnerable.

“Farwell darling!” you heard Freddie call from the car behind you as he was driven away. Roger never once took his eyes off yours.

“Goodmorning, y/n” Roger spoke, his voice low and sultry.

You had always had some sort of wall up when you knew you would be seeing Roger. Even at the party, you had still convinced your brain not to fall completely head over heels for him. But now you were open. You had no wall up to protect yourself. You were so vulnerable. Roger could have you any way he wanted. All cards were on the table. Your heart was in full control, no sensible thoughts in its way.

Roger could tell, too. It was a dead giveaway, the way you shivered when he looked you up and down. The way your cheeks burned with a hot pink blush when he smiled at you. The way you couldn’t seem to maintain eye contact without getting flustered. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

A devilish grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

This is the first time you two had ever been alone. Like actually, completely, alone with each other. Your pulse quicked as you took short, shallow breaths.

“Come in, love” Roger invited, holding the door open for you as you entered his home. It wasn’t as extravagant as Freddie’s, but it was still incredibly beautiful.

You tried to keep your eyes on the rest of the house rather than turn to face Roger. The sexual tension between you two was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. You could practically feel his eyes checking you out from behind as you entered his open living room.

“I’d thought I had lost you,” Roger began, “When you left the studio so quickly yesterday to follow Freddie, I swore you had chosen him over me.”

“Oh, Rog I am so sorry,” you said, realizing now the validity of Freddie bringing you here. You turned to face him.

He was closer than you had expected. That mischievous smirk still plastered on his face. His eyes taunted you, faking a sweet innocence, yet they glinted with a darkness that was practically animalistic. The look he was giving made you feel things deep inside of you, burning the flame of the hidden desires in your body. You had never felt so desperate for anything before.

Oh god, what was he doing to you?

“Oh yeah?” Roger said, cocking his head slightly. His voice was so low your knees nearly buckled.

“Yeah,” you whispered softly, not trusting your vocal cords in fear you would let out some ungodly noise.

“What was that?” Roger teased, taking another step towards you. He was fucking tormenting you, and he knew it.

Flustered was an understatement to the way you were feeling right now. Your body was on fire and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out.

Roger bit his lip, bringing you to your breaking point. You could hardly breathe. What was he waiting for? He wasn’t expecting you to just beg for him, right?

“I’ve been a rather poor host thus far. Do you need something?” Roger asked, glancing down at your lips before back up into your eyes. “Water, tea, anything?” He said the last part far too suggestively.

Asshole, he knew what you needed. You needed him. All of him. Everywhere. There was no way you could say that out loud without looking so incredibly desperate. You ached for him.

He clearly wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you made a fool of yourself. But you would never live that down. You couldn't.

“I’m fine,” you breathed, mustering up any confidence you could find.

He took another step closer to you, leaning in so his lips were right next to your ear. His body was only millimeters away from yours, yet he still hadn’t touched you. It was brutal.

“Don’t forget, love” he growled, “I can read you.”

You were completely gone, falling into him as he wrapped his arms around your body, holding you up. You melted into his touch. But you wanted more. You looked up at him with big doe eyes.

“Then do something about it,” Your voice trembled as you tried to hold onto whatever was left of your confidence.

He cupped your face, glancing at your lips once more.

“I don’t think it’s that simple,” he spoke, his lips hovering above yours oh so teasingly.

“Fuck, Roger, what do you want from me?”

“I want you to tell me what you need.”

To hell with dignity and trying to not look desperate. You were a mess.

“I need you,” you practically screamed, “I need you all over me. I need your lips on mine. I need your hands everywhere. I need our night on the balcony again. I need that electricity again” you were begging now, “I just need you, Roger fucking Taylor.”

“All you had to do was ask,” Roger winked, taking complete control.

He pulled your body into his as your lips collided. The kiss was impatient and incredibly needy, exploding with lust and passion. The intoxicating feel of it all had you questioning reality. Was it possible for one person to bring another to this kind of high? Only Roger.

You gripped his long blonde hair as if your life depended on it as he slammed you into the wall, grinding his body up against yours. Your body was limp beneath him, thankful for the wall behind you as your only sense of support. His lips trailed down to your neck, sending chills down your body.

“Roger!” you gasped, your vision blurry as he continued to grind into you at a  faster pace, his hands exploring your inner thighs.

His lips returned to yours once he was satisfied with the mark he would leave on your neck. By the time he pulled away, you were breathless, your body breaking down beneath you.

Roger took a step back, admiring how wrecked you already looked just by him kissing you.

“Oh god, you’re so good” he panted, hungrily kissing you once more.

“Never make me worry like that again, understand?�� he said lowly.

You nodded your head, your body aching to be taken right there.

“Use your words,” he warned. His dominant tone made you whimper.

“I understand,” you breathed.

“Now,” Roger growled, picking up on your impatience, “Remind me exactly what it was that you wanted.”

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He’s Perfect For You, Darling (ch.4)

                                                                                        (GIF by @radioblahblahh)

Yes, there are two gifs because this chapter is about to get SPICY so buckle up, my darlings. 

Ready Freddie? Let’s go.

summary: you run into freddie mercury after a queen concert and you two become extremely close friends. he introduces you to the band and you find yourself falling for roger but are too scared to admit it because you don’t think he feels the same.

characters: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor, Rami Malek!Freddie Mercury, Gwilym Lee!Brian May, Joe Mazzello!John Deacon

Fuck reality.

For a moment in time, everything seemed so incredibly fanciful. 

The two of you standing alone amongst the busy city as Roger profusely declared his feelings for you. It was more than you could have dreamed of.

Your faces were inches apart as you two shared a breath, moving as one greater living being. Your pupils dilated as your eyes were glazed over with lust. Your heart was beating so incredibly fast it made everything else feel like slow motion. The pounding in your head was so loud you thought he could hear it. The high of Roger being so incredibly close to you was making you dizzy. It was perfect.

And that’s when reality loves to strike. It’s the uninvited guest at every party.

Fuck reality.

“What are you thinking about?” Roger questioned, his voice almost a whisper yet still having a low and musty tone that dripped with seduction.

Your heart was convincing you to close the small divide between you two and fulfill your desire to feel his lips on yours. Oh, how intoxicating that must be.

However, your mind held you back. Reality held you back. You knew that if you kissed him now, you would only be hurting yourself. Your mind held back to protect your heart. 

“Rog,” you said reluctantly, “I can’t.”

You could see something in him shatter. God how it hurt to see those quizzical eyes mourn. 

He stepped back, cocking his head slightly in shock. He’d never fallen for a someone so hard before, he’d never declared his feelings like that for someone, and he’d definitely never been rejected when he was moments away from kissing someone. It was the new, bitter reality that stung him so hard. 

“This will never work,” you breathed, shaking your head, “I can’t get attached.”

“What?” he spoke, his voice riddled in disbelief.

“Let’s say I kiss you now, and we’re happy. We spend the holidays together and everything seems perfect. We fall for each other more and more each day, and then suddenly, after less than two weeks, you leave for tour. And shortly after that, I go back to the university. And then what?”

“We could do long distance,” Roger spoke, scrambling for a solution.

“Be honest with yourself Rog. I’ll be busy with school so I will have little time to call you, not to mention working out different time zones. Meanwhile, you will have girls throwing themselves at you left and right, and you are saying you would reject them, no matter how beautiful or tempting they may be, all for a college student who you don’t even get to see in person and maybe get 30 minutes on the phone with each night. Is it worth it?”

Roger was staring at the floor, his head hung low. You could feel yourself slipping into the deep void of heartbreak. 

He looked back up at you, his crystal eyes flooded with tears. Oh god, what had you done?  

“Yes,” he choaked, tears streaming down his face, hanging off the edge of his cheekbones before falling onto his coat, “Yes, yes, yes it’s worth it. You are worth it, y/n. I have never felt this way about anybody before, and I’m willing to fight whatever odds are stacked against us to keep this feeling alive.” he was practically yelling now, “Nothing else matters when I know that the thirty minutes I get on the phone with you will be the best part of each day. None of the girls at the concerts matter when I know I have the most beautiful girl in the world waiting for me back at home. Nothing will ever matter anymore if you leave this balcony without giving me a chance to fight for us. Nothing will-”

Your lips crashed into his, catching him off guard. Your head was spinning so rapidly you didn’t have time to think about reality anymore. Reality could go fuck itself. Chills laced their way up your spine as Roger began to take control, placing his hand on the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You could feel his touch everywhere on your body, yet nowhere at the same time. You wanted him all over you. He was a drug with a high that had no limits. and you were an addict. Your hand flew to his long blonde hair as his stayed on your back, the other one moving to cup your face. The movies and books could never do justice to absolute ecstasy you were in right now. 

The two of your finally pulled away, both panting as you looked each other in the eye.

“Does this mean you’ll give me a chance?” Roger breathed.

“Yes,” you nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you saw Roger’s eyes light up. 

Right now, reality seemed pretty damn good. 

The golden rays of morning sun beamed into your room. You were incredibly glad you hadn’t gotten shitfaced like Freddie had requested. You didn’t want to forget anything from last night. 

You and Rog had been out on the balcony for over an hour before you worried people would realize you two were missing. By the time you had gone back into the party, the other guys had already left. It had only been a few minutes before Freddie pulled you away from Roger, obviously oblivious to the past hour you had been on the balcony, and drinking serenade you (to Roger’s amusement). 

It was late when you decided you would retire from the party and disappear into your room for the rest of the evening. Roger had already gone home and everyone left was calling their cab rides home. 

Freddie had come up into your room later that night as he rambled himself to sleep on the success of the party and how much the guests had loved you.

You rolled out of bed, Freddie still asleep in the spot beside you. You attempted to change quickly and slip out of the room without waking him up. Your attempt failed.

“Where are you off too so early, darling?” Freddie said sleepily.

“Fred its 11am, that’s not early” you laughed.

“Really?” Freddie yawned, “I must get to the studio.”

You tried to keep in your excitement.

“Mind if I come too?” You asked, biting your lip to hold back a smile.

“Oh, I insist,” Freddie replied. 

You were practically bursting at the seems to see Roger again.

“Sorry I’m late,” Freddie announced as he walked into the studio, “long night.” 

You immediately made eye contact with Roger as he flashed you a cheeky grin.

“No bitchy reply from Roger, pleasant surprise,” Freddie said under his breath, looking back at you.

“What was that Fred?” Roger said, his eyes shifting to focus on the singer.

“Nothing my dear, I was just addressing your unusually uplifted mood.” 

Roger looked back at you, winking.

The moment failed to be missed by Freddie, who quickly turned around you face you. You could feel yourself go pale. Of course, you were eventually going to tell him about what happened between you and Roger, but you hadn’t expected it to come so quickly. 

The singer eyed you suspiciously before glaring at the blonde.

“What is going on between you two?” he said, so lowly he practically growled.

“Yeah, if I may, I was wondering the same thing after the two of you disappeared onto the balcony last night,” Brain quipped from the back.

“You what?” Freddie asked, his voice almost sounding hurt. His eyes were locked on yours now. There was no escaping this one. 

“Well... um Freddie...” you could barely think with his harsh eyes glaring at you. You had never seen this side of him before. It was dangerous. 

“What!” He yelled, his eyes never leaving yours. You could scream right now. Or cry. Or both. You felt so small under his intense gaze.

“It’s just that, Roger and I have developed some feelings for each other...” you stuttered, “a-and I-”

“And you what?” Freddie huffed.

“Fred you're scaring her, knock it off,” Roger said furiously, standing up to charge towards Freddie. John and Brian shared a look across the room, both fully realizing that things could get very out of hand very quickly.

“And what, may I ask, Roger, is it that you truly know about her?” Freddie questioned hysterically. “Does she even know you, Rog? How you convince every woman you meet to fall in love with you? Does she know that?” 

“Watch it,” Roger snarled.

Freddie craned his neck back to look at you.“Oh, darling, I’m surprised you, of all people, are letting him lead you on” he chuckled.

And that's when Roger took a swing, his knuckles barley missing Freddie’s nose. His eyes were dark as Freddie caught his fist, throwing it down to his side. “It’s not like that Freddie. It’s different. She is different, Fred.”

“It’s never different with you Rog. You’re just convincing her it is. You will take all that is divine until you have taken it all, and you will leave her with nothing. I know you, Roger. Don’t ever attempt bore me with your pretty tears.” Freddie hissed.

The energy between them was deadly. Roger looking ready to throw another swing at a moment’s notice.

“You know shit, Mercury,” Roger growled, Freddie then forcefully shoving the blonde across the stage.

“Hey hey hey,” Brain yelled, squeezing himself between the guys and pushing Freddie across the room and John attempted in holding back Roger. 

Freddie’s head whipped into your direction, the vicious blaze in his eyes turning your stomach into a pit. 

“How could you?” He stammered, his voice riddled with the romance of fury and heartbreak. You never meant to hurt him. You never thought you would be sacrificing the friendship. Your eyes stung with tears as they glossed over your vision.

“What do you mean, Freddie?” You cried. 

Freddie pulled himself out of Brian’s arms, walking up to you until you were only a breath apart, yet he didn’t dear touch you. 

“Tell me, y/n, and don’t you dare lie to me, is he the only reason you remained friends with me? Have you just been using me to get to him?” Freddie said, his breathing rapid as he attempted to control himself. “Tell me!” he demanded.

“No!” you choked, tears streaming down your face as you looked up at him, “Of course not Freddie. I became friends because with you because... well because you always believe in me. No matter what. And I believe in you. We are there for each other Fred. Often times you are there for me more than I am there for myself.” you breathed heavily, turning now to face Roger, “Falling for Roger was unplanned, but I couldn’t control it. The way I feel about him is something nobody else has made me feel before. I tried, so hard Freddie, to fight it. But I couldn’t. When I am with you, Freddie, I am so happy. When I am with Roger, I am home.”

A thick silence hung in the air as Freddie continued to look at you before his eyes drifted to the drummer behind you. He then turned, walking to the piano in the corner of the room. It felt as though the entire studio was holding their breath, watching him, awaiting his next move. And that’s when he began to play.

“Love of my life you've hurt me You've broken my heart and now you leave me                                                                                          Love of my life can't you see? Bring it back bring it back don't take it away from me because you don't know                                                                                   what it means to me”

The last note of the piano echoed through the room before the silence crept in once more. 

“Do you know who that song is about, darling?” Freddie asked, his back facing the room. 

“Mary,” you breathed.

“She took off the ring. And once that ring was off, she never put it back on again.” He paused, “She replaced it, darling. She replaced me with another man. It is a fire that has burnt me before and still burns inside me today.”

He spun around on the piano bench, facing you from across the room. “Now tell me, darling, before I waste any more of my time, are you here to burn me too?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Freddie.” your voice was hushed but honest. You couldn't afford to lose your friendship with him. You needed him more than you knew. 

“It pains me, dear, to know the ways which he will hurt you,” Freddie said before leaving. 

“What about rehearsal?” John called after him.

“Tomorrow, Deaky.” 

You turned to face Roger. “He will cool down, I promise you,” the drummer began, but you shook your head.

“Is he right, Rog? About what he said about you?”

“I am a different man because of you,” Roger said, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers between yours.

“How come he doesn't see that then?” You pleaded softly.

“He just refuses to open his eyes.” 

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I’d like to add the scene where Brian leans into the mic on the guitar and tenderly says:

“I love it” after Freddie introduces the operatic section bc ahhh my heart

lines you can hear when you read them:

-I’ve got better things to do on saturdays, I could give you their names

-who even is galileo?

-are you JOKING

-jesus how many more galileo’s do you want?

-you’re a legend, fred

-iT’s A mEtApHoR bRiAn

-NOT THE COFFEE MACHINE!!!!

-there’s only room in this band for one hysterical queen